The Shiftling

  "This'll be our home for now!"

'there goes my fantasy...' "cool!"

  "I know it's not much, but it's enough for now..."

  "What about a hive?"

  "I need children first and, I'm not ready yet...'"

'Well, shit. Gonna be a while is my guess...' "Physically, Mentally?"

  "Neither, Just not ready," she answered.

'Great unknown time length... Shit.' "Alright."

  After a few days of occasional leaving and just chatting, and playing around, she said something that didn't surprise me, but caught me off guard.

  "Shifter," she started, blushing a bit, "I love you," she finished, blushing brightly.

  There was an awkward 2 second silence before I responed, "I love you too, Sage."

  I found myself on a rock, in the everfree, and hopped off. I was wandering around and a changeling came flying by, and vanished in front of me. I turned around, and a manticore swatted at me. In responce, I woke up. I made sure my eyes stayed closed until I fell back asleep. I had this nightmare repeatedly for the next 3 weeks. It wasn't making me lose sanity, instead it was annoying the shit out of me. Fuck you nightmare, fuck you.

  I woke up and Immediately headed outside.

  *SMACK, SHATTER*

  "Oops, I dropped the box," Said an unusual voice. Having watched My little pony as a human, I recognized the voice, It was Derpy.

  "You should be more careful next time! That was glass!" I said.

  "Sorry! I was looking at a cloud shaped like a muffin!" she replied.

'Oh Derpy... You and your muffins.' "Alright, Just continue!"

I flew down to ponyville, Several ponies flipped out when they saw me, a few just stared, a bunch ignored, and half minus a pink one chatted about me. The pink one was Pinkie Pie.

'Oh jeez... Here we go.'

  "Oooh!!!!" Pinkie squealed, then ran up to me.

  "hello," I said.

  "Ohmygosh! I'veneverseenyoubeforesoyoumustbenew! Ilovemeetingnewponies! Howareyou?! Mynameispinkiepie! Oh! I'vegottarunseeya!" she darted off after that.

'She spoke at Over 9000 words per second... Typical.'

  I wandered around, and saw what looked like a mare, but I knew it wasn't, the pony was beige, and had green in his mane and tail. He was WoodenToaster.

  "oh my gosh! Glaze can I have your autograph?!" A pony asked him, incredibly excited.

  "Sure," he replied, then he signed whatever the mare was holding. He then looked to his right, and saw me. Several other ponies also saw me and flipped out, telling WoodenToaster, or Glaze, his stage name, to do something about the 'White Changeling thing'

  "White changeling thing?!" his voice sounded slighlty frustrated. He walked over to me.

  "Hey, Shifter, how's it goin'?!" my pony-father asked.

  "I'm fine. And you?" I asked.

  "I'm good. Hey, let's go talk somewhere else," he suggested.

  "Sure," I said, and we began walking southwest.