Spike walked with other Spike back to the Library, he had a lot of explaining to do. Of course Twilight could pardon Mimic, but only if he could convince her to, maybe some blabber story about doing scientific research on Changelings or something. He'd never wish anypony to her experiments and testings, so it was a last resort. Mimic was acting awfully strange though, insisting on holding hands on the way there, Spike didn't wanna be rude so he agreed. They just made their way out of the forest and back into a dirt path leading back to Town.

"So, this Rarity. You really like her huh?"

"Whadda ya mean?" Spike asked.

"Well that was an awfully sweet confession you gave when we met," she explained.

"Yea, I've always kinda had a things for her. I fell for her the first time I met her."

"I know, you told me when I was her," she giggled.

"But..." he started hesitantly.

"But?"

"I think she's only using my love to make me do things. N-not that she thinks I'm useless, I know she honors our friendship, but I think that's all I'm gonna be to her is just a friend," he said it a sigh. He pulled his claw away and folded his arms into each other, staring at the ground.

"She's missing out, lemme tell ya. You're love is far more filling and divine then any other I've had the opportunity of taking," she replied.

"Heheh, you kinda sounded like her for a bit there. It's pretty freaky to hear you talk like me though, even though you are me can't you use your own voice instead?"

"How else would I be able to act like you? Hiya, I'm Spike!" Mimic said in an upbeat tone.

"Eugh, that really how I sound?"

"I think it's cute," Mimic giggled. "You think this Twilight would be okay with me residing at your home?"

"Maybe, she's an odd pony. What she refuses one day she generously offers the next. Then again we can just bring up experimentation on you and offer you to stay, at a last resort of course. I'm still putting up with some of her quizzical theories to this day."

"If that works, ponies are gonna be awfully scared with a Changeling among them," she said with a sigh.

"You should've seen they way they reacted around a dragon. I've gotten mixed reaction from full on fear to daww's and cheek pinches. It's odd how you ponies have hooves but still manage to grab things sometimes... Still don't fret, everyone's used to me now, I'm sure it'll be the same for you too," he replied with a smile.

"And if not, I got you," she added.

"Aw I'm not anything special."

"You say that but you did what no one else would've. You saved me after I kidnapped you and pretty much held you against your will, not only that but your offering me to live with you, and pardon my probable death sentence. So I'd say you're more then special, you're a life saver, a hero even. So I am now your servant."

"Jeez you don't have to keep saying that," he laughed embarrassed. "Still though, kinda funny that the assistant of a princess has an assistant now." Spike noticed a cottage as they kept walking, it seemed now that he realized they were closer to the library than he thought. He walked past several ponies, of course he drew some attention seeing as there were now two 'dragons' walking among the ponies, but no shrieks or shrills. Mimic wore a toothy smile and she waved her claw to everyone, a few warm smiles gestured towards her. Spike nudged her a bit.

"What's wrong with getting a little love or attention?" she giggled.

"I thought you said you were full earlier?"

"It takes a lot of effort and energy to wear the image of that of another creature than our natural bodies. So I'm a bit peckish since I've been you for a while now."

Spike nodded, he didn't know a lot about Changelings, but since his unfortunate kidnapping he's learned a lot about them. If left him to think just what may try to kidnap him as well, maybe a griffin or a bat pony. Harsh memories of Gilda rushed back to him, as well as some terrifying thoughts of being in a bat pony's stomach.

"This place sure is interesting. nothing like where I live back home. Everypony was a hive mind, kinda thought the same. Cycles, thoughts, goals were the same for the most part. Eugh, I still remember the orders that would buzz around in my head, 'Eat, work, sleep, repeat. Eat, work, sleep, repeat.'" she groaned. "It's strange here though, seems that everyone has a purpose, but never really the same. She's working the counter, he's hauling a cart, she's delivering mail... quite horrible I might add." Her eyes jumped back and forth as she looked up to the sky, Spike followed her gaze and noticed Derpy, her wings flapping at their own separate accord as mail slipped out of her bag.

"What was your home like?" Spike asked.

"Meh, Chrysalis brain washed us to think it was spectacular. Thinking back to it now though, it was cold and dark and damp..." she droned, her nose wrinkled in disgust thinking about what she once called 'home'. "It's weird, I still remember the way I used to think. We used to keep prisoners, you'd occasionally hear their pleads and cries to go free. We used to think it was a just a sweet melody, now it's just gut wrenching knowing we did that sorta thing."

"But you're not under her control anymore, what changed that?"

"Well once a changeling is free of the rulers perimeter, they slowly regain their original consciousness, though in the last couple of days before it begins, this weird feeling snaps in your head that you have to find her as soon as possible. Guess it's just a way to keep more subjects in order and from running. It happened to me, all I could think about is going hungry and never returning to the hive we lived in. In wore off about two days in, good riddance." She looked to him with a playful grin, "You ask a lot of question."

"Twilight always said if you never ask you'll never know. And I wanna know more about Changelings, seeing how I'm in the company of one. There's not a lot of books in her library that explain them though, other than a few about their anatomy and a few trivial things."

"Like what?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Most all changelings are born with a set of both wings and horns so they take the form of those they copy with more ease. And that those, one in one-thousand, born without wings and or horn are disbanded from the hive and are sent out to fend for themselves. Another thing is that changeling birth consists of emerging from eggs or pods, others are just created. Don't know entirely what that means about the 'created' part, the book said no more then that. Do you?"

"N-not that I'm aware of, as far as I know every changeling I knew was hatched." She looked like she was hiding something, Spike hated to pry seeing it must be pretty bad if she wasn't willing to admit just what 'created' changelings really were.

Spike was about to say something, but the words quickly dissolved in his head when he noticed the leaves of the library swaying in the wind, they were almost there. "Alright, well it's time, you ready Mimic?"

"As ready as I can be. How you wanna do this, serious or jokey?"

"Serious, but not TOO serious cause I want her to like you - B-but not TOO funny cause she's a kinda serious pony. Then again she-"

"Spike. I get it." she replied flatly.

"Okay," Spike sighed as they stopped at the door. He brought his claw up to the door handle of the library and opened it. Inside he could see hundreds of books sprawled out among the floor, Twilight poked her head around the corner to see who had came in, her eyes lit up when she saw Spike.

"Spike!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy and relief. She galloped over to him and nuzzled him, he smelled a bit different though.

"Eugh... Twilight." Spike said, giggling a little at how Twilight was nuzzling the flustered Mimic. Twilight looked over at real Spike, then back at Mimic, her face full of confusion.

"Spike, what's going on here?" she asked. Her head swaying back and forth as she spoke, unsure of which she was talking to.

Spike's laughing slowly died away, he realized it was serious time. "I'll explain, but it'd be best to talk inside." Twilight nodded in agreement, as she slowly trotted back inside, her face still puzzled. Spike motioned Mimic inside too. He shut the door behind him, not wanting to draw attention to everyone in Ponyville to the soon angry Twilight.

Author's Note

I'm hoping to have this all wrapped up in the next chapter. I planned on it being this one, but I have this thing going where I don't exceed 2000 words and I'd like to keep it going .

Still though I hope those of you reading this shmuck enjoy it, I've been doing a lot of reading in class about Kite Runner, it's super descriptive and pretty good. I hope I pick something up from it and are able to put it into my stories... Well not everything from the book cause it's pretty dark, there's a part where a 12 year old boy rapes another 12 year old boy. Have yet to get to that part, but I'm curious to see just what the hell happens that leads to it .

Off of the topic of rape, the next chapter will be out whenever. Sorry this one took so long to get out .

Hope you enjoyed the story, please remember to like if you liked it, or to dislike if you didn't like it. That way others can see if it's any good or not. Which it really isn't... heheh...