All I wanted to do was play TF2
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I woke up, I just had the most horrifying Nightmare that I was an anthropomorphic Changeling being chased by Royal Guards through a forest. I looked around and found that I was in a hospital bed, I soon sighed in relief. That is until I found out I was restrained. I looked at the straps that covered my form that tied me to the bed. I wondered by I was restrained, then I remembered my dream. Maybe I was in some sort of mental hospital, God I hope not. The room around me was filled with all sorts of medical equipment, though I noticed one thing...
There were no heart beat monitors or any major medical equipment. The bed was a metal frame with a single mattress and pillow. It looked like one that would be seen in old photos of hospitals during World War II. Shouldn't hospital beds be made of plastic and not.... YEEOOWW! What the fuck? A spike of pain rocketed up my torso as if someone stabbed me with a blade.
The door opened and a nurse walked in. I looked towards the nurse hoping to ask her what was going on. Lets just say I was shocked into silence. Standing just near the door was an anthropomorphic Griffin wearing a nurses outfit. My brain began to shudder, before I broke out into more yelling. I began to struggle at my restraints, meanwhile the Griffin was trying to calm me down. It didn't work to say the least. My struggle soon ended as more came in and had to sedated me. It wasn't long before I lost consciousnesses.
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I soon woke up again, this time the nurse was standing over me. I wanted to panic, but for the sake of what dignity I had left I didn’t. She wore look of curiosity, anger, and disgust as she stared at me. I gave a nervous smile before chuckling. God I must look pathetic.
“Name?” she asked.
“What?” I questioned, at least my voice was the same.
“Name?” she asked again.
“Oh… um….” shit, shit, shit. I need a name! I could always tell her my real name but at the same time I wanted to use another. So, without thinking I randomly spat out a name.
“Edge.” I said, wanting to slap myself for such a stupid name. She wrote it down before asking about my age, I responded with truth this time and told her my real age. Seventeen. I know a bit young, she also seemed to find it hard to believe. Either way she wrote it down before asking other medical questions which I answered to the best of my abilities.
Once done I asked the question that has been nagging me for a bit.
“What happened?” I asked.
“You were found about ten miles away from our down. Your injuries suggest that you were stabbed by a sword.” She replied.
“Who found me?”
“My father.”
“Tell em’ I owe him one.” I said with a light chuckle. She soon exited the room, I could also ‘sense’ her as she walked down the hallway. Must be a Changeling thing. I soon tried looking for a mirror, sadly there was none insight. I looked towards my curved horn too find I didn’t have a fin or whatever it’s called. I actually had hair or at least what I thought it was hair. It was a very light blue that seemed to have a slight glow to it. Bioluminescence or magic, take your pick.
I think I was still a guy, the sound of my voice kinda proved it and I could still feel my male areas. At least my gender didn’t change or for all I know Changelings are Asexual. My horn had some weird ring on it, I’m guessing it had some sort of magic nullifying effects. Couldn’t blame them.
Either way, I still don’t understand why they are treating me this way. Aren't Changelings hated by everything or is there another reason I was alive? Testing, if it was then God help me.
Anyway, how did I get here. Hell if I know. I was just driving home from a part time job I had, got home, and sat down at my computer to launch TF2. The next thing I knew I was in a large forest naked and alone. I wandered around until I found the Royal Guards outpost, the next thing I knew I was running for my life.
Everything after that was a blur, I think one of them caught me before I was knocked unconscious.
Why am I not freaking out trying to convince myself this is a dream you ask? Trust me, I’m freaking out on the inside. Along with that I think you can’t feel pain in dreams along with mine are never straight forward. Just imagine you running from someone on a mountain one scene and then throwing airsoft guns at them in the middle of a rainstorm a few seconds later.
I was soon knocked off my train of thought as three presences began to approach down the hall. One being the nurse who looked after me, another being a doctor I assumed, the final one I didn’t know. It wasn’t a Griffin I know that much. I soon was able to hear them through the door.
“How can you eat this stuff?” asked someone of the other side of the door. “It was another living creature!”
“Well, if you ponies were omnivores you would know why.” replied the nurse. A pony, oh God help me. The door soon opened and they walked in.
The first was the nurse taking care of me. She had white feathers and fur, the tip of her feathers had a nice silver sheen to it as well along with the pattern around her torso. Her blue eyes went perfectly with her form. She walked differently, unlike a human she seemed to walk on her toes. All and all she was a good looking Griffin, hell I would ask her on a date if I could. Sadly, I don’t think she would be into Changelings.
The next was a bright orange unicorn who like her Griffin friend seemed to walk on her hooves in a tippy-toe matter. If there is an actual name to that kind of leg then 10 points to the guy who can tell me. She had a fiery red hair that went great with her magenta eyes. She, like the Griffin, wore a white nurses outfit that in my opinion gripped too her body a bit too much.
Many of you are already asking for their breast sizes aren’t you. The hell if I know, never did take the time to look it up.
Finally, another Griffin walked. The male Griffin had brown colored feathers and coat with green eyes. Nothing much to say as he had the same walk as the previous Griffin and wore a doctor's coat. Well, he did have a pair of glasses. They kinda looked like the medics.
As soon as the orange unicron saw me began to scream her heart out. She was about to take off down the hallway but was cut of by the Griffin who stood several inches taller than her. She stood there with a look of disappointment on her face.
“Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out!” she cried, but the Griffin nurse was unmoving. Heh, sounded like me when there was a wasp in the room. What? They are fucking terrifying.
“This is the patient I was talking about.” the Griffin stated.
“What?! You have a Changeling as a patient?!” the mare yelled.
“Yes.” Silence soon filled the room, that is until I sniffed the air.
“What is that smell?” I asked casually.
“Steak.” replied the Griffin.
“Steak?” I asked dumbly.
“Yes.”
“After all the things this universe has done to me, it gives me steak as an apology…” the room fell silent once again. That is until I yelled at the top of my lungs. “I INSTANTLY FORGIVE YOU!”
The two of them just stared at me as if I was insane, the third was writing down notes I assume. They soon unstrapped my arms, much to the unicorn displeasure. I could sense a spell charging in her horn as if I was going to attack them. It never happened, one reason, they gave me steak. The other, there is two fucking Griffins in the room that would make quick work of me if I tried.
Lets put it bluntly, I was never the physical type and I was never able to gain muscle nor weight. I was skinny as a toothpick with arms even skinnier. About the only physical activity I got was my Archery lessons that happened only once a week.
Anyway, I was presented with steak along with various other dishes. Weren't changelings supposed to eat love or at least emotions in general.
“We wanted to see what you eat, you being an unknown subspecies of Changeling.” said the Griffin Doctor, his accent sounding similar to German. Oh please don’t tell me this is this world's version of the medic. Wait, unknown subspecies? Damn, I need to look into that later. I soon began trying various foods, luckily I showed no sign of rejecting the food. Yes I can still eat steak! Wooh! “Amazing, usually a normal drone would have flat out ignore physical food and gone for emotional.”
“Exactly where is this emotional food coming from?” asked the pony. Already regretting the question. Hell, even I could guess the answer to that.
“You.” Bingo.
“What?!” yelled the mare.
“It’s for science!” replied the doctor before the pony stormed out the room. She was soon followed by the doctor who begged her to comeback. I was soon left alone with the Griffin, she had been standing beside the door. We stared at each other in silence before I tried (keyword tried) to break the ice.
“So.... what’s your name?” I asked.
“None of your business.” after that all conversation was ended, something tells me she doesn't like me.
“Silver, can you try to convince Celosia to come back. I tried everything to giving her a raise to firing her.” he said while pushing his glasses back into place while panting heavily. Looks like someone had to run a distance. She only sighed before muttering ‘of course he offers her a raise.’ before walking out of the room. She soon left as she and the doctor walked out of the room completely forgetting that I wasn’t strapped down.
I sat their for a few moments waiting to see if they would come back. They never did. So I got out of the bed and began to wonder around the room in a patient's gown. I looked through the drors looking for a mirror and soon found one. Bringing it up face level I was able to get a clear view of what I looked like.
Two large eyes that actually had pupils to them greeted me. They had light blue irises and black slitted pupils like a reptiles or cats. Undoubtedly used for night vision purposes, or I assumed. Anyway I had a normal structure of a changeling, it’s just my facial structure was a bit different from a drone.
Maybe I’m some sort of rare Changeling, that made me feel unique, that is until my imagination went to work. What if I am some sort of breeder drone or something. Life dedicated to nothing but sex? I know some of you are thinking ‘what so bad about that?’ Well, I for one prefer not to be a sex slave or anything in the matter.
I could never stay in one position for a long periods of time. Well, unless it’s the computer, but that’s besides the point. I wanted to explore and move around, not be stuck in God knows where getting my dick wet all the time. There is more to life than that.
Also I’m bound to my religion that sex is for marriage. What? Yes I’m religious! Don’t question my beliefs and I will not question yours. Sound like a good deal? Great, now read the damn story.
I opened my mouth to see that indeed I did have fangs, but what really surprised me was what the inside of my mouth was colored. My tongue for example was colored (guess what) a light blue along with my throat and uvula. Did I forget to mention that it was also forked. Cool.
My mane came down to the border of my eyes as the back seem to come down to the base of my neck. Damn my hair is long, I need to cut it. The beard I had also seemed to be gone. Damn, I worked hard on that. I hope Changelings can grow beards.
But that is for another time. My arms didn’t have the holes in them but my legs sure did. They were also bent like the others and ended with hooves. I also noticed I didn’t have fur, I actually have an exoskeleton. Lets put it this way, it felt weird. Something I really need to get use too.
Finally, I wanted to see what my full body actually looked like. Never got the chance though as the door reopened and the doctor walked back in. He was quick to realize that I was moving about.
“Silver forgot to restrain you didn’t she…”
“Yeeeaaah.” And to think all I wanted to do was play TF2. Hey that rhymed! Or at least in someway.
