The problem, decided Sugar Spoon. Was not the Changeling living in her spare bedroom, or even said changeling's extremely snarky attitude.

The problem was the jelly. The spare room had gone from a pleasant space with all the comforts a guest might need during their stay, to what looked like Equestria’s leading jar collection. “This really needs to stop,” she sighed as another tower of preserves toppled onto the bed.

It had all began in the weeks following the Canterlot invasion, ponies were on high alert for changeling activity and anypony acting remotely strange was treated with extreme suspicion. So Sugar was understandably on edge when what appeared to be a dead changeling fell into her garden.

Moving over to take a closer look at the strangely insectoid equine Sugar noticed that the changeling appeared to still be breathing. She wasn't really sure what somepony should do in this sort of situation, it wasn't like you could just drop off one of Equestria's enemies at the local hospital. However she also felt that just leaving the changeling to die would be incredibly cruel. So picking the unconscious changeling up in her magic, she took her up into the house.

Almost a week passed before the changeling regained consciousness. The first thing it saw when it did was Sugar Spoon standing over her, the pony’s pale pink hair in a bun and a spoon of brown liquid held in her magic.

“Oh great. A pony,” sighed the changeling. “I guess I died and this is hell.” After the changeling said this Sugar took advantage of its open mouth and deposited the brown liquid down It's throat.

The changeling coughed and spluttered at this oral invasion. “What in Equestria was that foul stuff? It tasted like a donkey and a manticore had a child that ate rotten eggs and then you fed me the leavings,” moaned the changeling.

“Oh don't be such a foal,” laughed sugar “It's just a little medicine to get your strength up.” The changeling seemed genuinely surprised at this.

“A pony helping a changeling? Is Discord messing up reality?”

This continued for about a fortnight, the changeling would wonder aloud at when Sugar Spoon would turn her in and Sugar would busy herself with its care. On the Thursday of the third week the changeling sat up in the bed. “Well I suppose you're not too bad for a pony.”

“Thanks,” said Sugar, apparently unaware of the rude comment.

The changeling stretched and shook its head. “My name is Gel,” it said eventually.

“Sugar Spoon,” replied Sugar. “I'm glad to see you're doing better.”

“Well my health might be getting better… But I'm starving,” moaned the changeling.

“You're hungry? Don't you just like suck love or something?” asked the confused mare.

“I've been eating your love for the last month. I'm craving something else,” said the changeling.

“You've been doing what!?” Exclaimed Sugar, dropping down onto a nearby chair. “You know what? Never mind. What else would a changeling eat?”

Gel brightened at this, joy obvious in her eyes, drool forming in her mouth. “Jelly,” she said happily. “Jelly?” Asked Sugar.

And that's how it had begun, Sugar had bought a jar of jelly and Gel had eaten it in minutes. After that Gel seemed to somehow always have a jar ready for eating. This was a cause of interest for Sugar, she bought lots of jelly but this was a lot more than she had purchased. She would occasionally ask Gel about this and the changeling would just shrug.

"I need to find out what's going on," Said Sugar after she slipped on the sticky grape goop for the third time. And so she sat outside Gel's room, concealed in some bushes and waited for the jelly mystery to be solved.

Minutes passed, then hours, so much time passed that Sugar was about ready to give up. That is until the cart stopped outside the house. The cart itself was normal enough. The kind you see ponies pulling around all the time and the content was nothing more than a selection of pleasant smelling flowers of all different types and colours.

So she didn't pay the pale yellow earth pony pulling the cart much attention. That is until the pony pulled out a crate from the cart that had been hidden behind some begonias. "Jelly smuggling right under my nose!" Shouted Sugar Spoon, darting back into the bush when she realised she had almost let her excitement give her away.

This information raised two questions for Sugar. Was this earth pony another changeling helping out Gel? And secondly. Could she trust Gel? Honestly she wasn't sure why she trusted the changeling at all. She hardly even know them. Sugar was troubled by these developments and decided that there was only one way to settle them. She would need to confront whoever the pony giving Gel jelly and find out who she really was.

After the cart left Sugar was close behind it, keeping to shadows and pretending to be another face in the crowd. Eventually the earth pony finished her rounds and parked her cart outside a humble looking cottage.

Sugar seized her chance and approached the front door of the house. Taking a deep breath she knocked in what she hoped was an unsuspicious way.

"Yes?" Asked the raspberry maned pony.

"I- I uh... I heard you do the flowers?" Sugar stuttered.

The earth pony blinked. "Well I do sell them if that's what you mean?"

"Yes! I need to talk to you about buying flowers!" shouted Sugar. "Can we talk about it inside?"

The earth pony nodded. "The name is Roseluck by the way." She said as she motioned Sugar to come in.

The interior of the cottage had a definite floral pattern, flowers covered the windowsills and the air smelled sweet and inviting. Sugar sat on a small sofa and Roseluck took the chair across from her.

"So you're here about flowers?" she asked eventually.

"Well not exactly..." Muttered Sugar."

"Ah. I thought you weren't following me all day just to ask me about daffodils."

Sugar gaped. "You knew I was following you? Then you must know why I'm here!"

"The changeling?" Said Roseluck, sighing. "I suppose I better tell you my story."

Author's Note

Thanks for reading and all comments are appreciated! (especially comments on improvements for my grammar.)