Birth of a Swarm

Nobody really knows the inner machinations of the changelings. Why exactly do they look like deformed ponies, and why do they feed off of love? Let me take you back to the birth of them, the original cause of them, the mare who gave birth to the leader of the changelings. She never meant to do such a thing, but she never took into account the consequences. She gave birth to a feared and hated race. Let me take you back...

The mare was on the ground, the noise getting louder. The muffled voices became intangible. Screaming and yelling of many ponies filled her ears. It pieced her head and threatened to tear each fiber in her brain apart. Instinctively her hooves reached for her ears, dropping her knees to the floor. Craving the comfort of the womb she rocked back and forth, muttering and mumbling, her words disappearing into gurgles around the various others.

Her eyes shut, her facial muscles tensed and contorted in her attempt to keep the world out of her thoughts. It was in vain, as tight as she closed her eyes,  as she pushed her hooves to her ears it was useless. The screaming just got louder and louder, feeling the ground around her vibrating with the screeches and shouts.

Something clawed at her leg, and almost instantly she tasted blood. The warm, thick stench of fresh blood filled her nostrils. Opening her mouth to scream as gallons of the red liquid began to pour out, between her lips, pooling behind her teeth and clotting under her tongue. The stream began to slow, small beads still running from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin. Soaking through her coat and sticking to the skin underneath.

As soon as the blood stopped she remembered the clawing. Something was scratching at her calf, digging tiny needles into the muscle of her leg. Flinging her leg out, trying to get it loose from the talons of the creature that had latched onto her. Falling back, her head hit the hard cold floor. Ringing through all the voices screaming at her, making them distort as if a wave had been sent through them. Shaking and echoing inside her head as she flailed her limbs, the blood that had settling on her coat sending small droplets around the room.

The smell of blood got stronger, she felt a warm wetness between her legs. Had she wet herself? No. The air thickened as her body leaked blood. Pooling around her legs, spilling forth from her insides. Her leg still trying to shake free what had dug it’s claws into her. Red waves splashed about the room as she kicked and struggled, screaming in pain now, the feeling of having her entrails torn from her. Not being able to hear her own screams over the many voices splitting her head. She could make out words now. Short phrasing filled her mind.

Murderer. He looks just like his father. Murderer. Where are his legs. Murderer. This is your fault. Murderer. He never wanted you. Murderer. No one wanted you. Murderer.

The creature had reached past her thigh now. Getting closer, a high pitched wail filled her ears, loud enough to over power all the others. A blood curdling sound, screeching and crying, the last noises of a dying thing. The last strength, the last particles of air in its lungs struggling to free themselves, making the most terrifying noise she had ever heard. Its talons curled into her thighs.  Reaching through the blood, extending its hand towards her insides. It’s claws dug into the tender flesh between her legs and soon it was tearing her open, splitting her body in two. She felt the fibres of her skin be torn apart. The creature reaching and grabbing her innards, pulling itself inside of her. Gurgling as it screamed and cried around her leaking blood.

The voices soon stopped, the only sounds that could be heard was the squelching of the creature moving and kicking about inside of her. She stopped struggling, although the pain had not subsided her body was too tired. Growing cold as the warmth and life bled out of her forming a glistening red puddle around her body. Her body limp and pale, she dragged a foreleg along the floor towards herself. Causing the pool of blood to ripple as she raised her hand. Dropping it heavily across her stomach she opened her eyes for the first time. Her bloodied mouth moved into a broken smile. Parting her lips to let out the last of air in her lungs. Opening her hand against her stomach a mumble left with her last breaths of air.

"Thank Celestia"

The heavily demented foal crawled towards her as her concious slipped, fading the world out and making everything seem...quieter. She hardly felt a thing as the foal nuzzled up to her torn-open stomach, lapping and the hole and drinking the blood of the mare that bore it. The blood squelched around it as it neighed happily, and made noises typical of a normal foal. It rolled around, enjoying the feel, and the mare was left staring straight up, wondering why her mind wouldn't just give up, and fade completely to black. All she could do was twitch slightly as the foal clawed at her more, excavating as much blood as possible from her body. The floor, once white with linolium, was now a dark crimson, a color which would remain in her head until she died, which she expected would be soon.

Her body stopped convulsing, her heart stopped upon with it. She felt weightless as she floated up towards the sky, going impossibly high, coming face to face with what looked to be the the Princesses in a more etheral form. They spoke to her, forming one voice instead of two seperate ones.

"You were a murderer, tried to kill your own child, and so you have earned a fate of one that is a murderer. Your own foal had its revenge, its feelings were simple, but they were still there. It knew you were trying to kill it, and therefore decided it would feed off of your life-force. It fed off of the liquid love of your body. Your blood matches the color of its heart, and therefore it'll forever feel as if blood is love. It'll grow up to live off of it, live off of love."

The mare, unnamed, tried to speak, but found her tongue tied. Gravity seemed to suddenly pull on her again, sending her plummeting into an endless black, for all eternity.

The foal that she bore would grow up and take the name of Chrysalis, and create many others like her, all bred to be able to leech off of love, liquid love. Chrysalis would spend her life creating more of her Swarm, preparing for a war on all of Equestria, trying to make others feel complete loss of love, as she had once felt.