Full Metal Pony

The trip was quite possibly the most boring trip ever, but knowing what they were being sent to do made Rainbow Dash even MORE impatient. The thought of finally using a sonic rain bomb made her all the more exited, but all seven were stunned (and Dash disappointed) to find that when they arrived, the camp was nothing more than piles of rubble, with the occasional body lying on the ground, blood leaking out from split skin and bones broken like matchsticks. "Umm... I think we may have a bigger problem than a changeling camp here, guys." Said Angel Kidd, looking around for any signs of what may have happened. From behind them, a voice spoke up, making Fluttershy jump into a nearby bush to hide. they turned around, and were surprised to see a changeling standing before them, but not attacking. "Well, that's an interesting way of putting it." said the being, standing stock-still. "Girls, ready your weapons!" commanded Dash, but Angel Kidd saw something they didn’t. No, no! Hold back, every pony. You haven’t attacked us, why is that?" Angel Kidd asked, in a curious manner. "Well, if I was to attack, there would be nothing left of you aside from a few strands of flesh, like the changelings I... 'dealt' with over there." She replied. Angel was taken by surprise, not knowing changelings even had genders. But aren't you a changeling? Why would you attack some of your own? Twilight piped up, searching her head for a scientifically answer but finding no luck. "Well if you wanted the honest answer, which I don’t see you not wanting, I despise my race. I look at our history, our culture, and I see so many problems, so many mistakes. Even today, we are far from perfect like you Ponies." She replied, a hint of embarrassment in her voice. Before anyone could reply, she shape shifted into a hazy gray pony with a black mane. "That’s why I am almost always like this, in a pony form. Nobody knows aside from you, now. My name is Neo." She said, trying to act cheerful, as if she didn’t just admit she hated her race and all its mistakes. "Well, Neo. Seeing as you have a burning hatred against your race, and prefer ponies, it might be a good use to us to have you along with us, for a while at least." Neo gave this some thought, and agreed to it so long as she didn’t catch any pony eyeing her up.
The next few hours were spent setting up a makeshift camp, and gathering supplies. It was around one in the morning, when Angel couldn’t get to sleep. Tossing and turning in his sleep, he finally gazed up at the night sky, the moon, the stars. It all seemed so endless. 'Like the changeling army...' he thought, turning over again. Looking around, he noticed Neo wasn’t in her sleeping spot, but standing near the edge of camp, in changeling form. Or he assumed it was her. Quietly, he got up and slowly approached her. "If you are to be near me, you must stay quiet... I have heard it, sneaking in the woods." she said, a whisper so tiny you would think it was Fluttershy. "Saw what, exactly?" Angel asked, staring the same direction as Neo, but seeing nothing. "We call them the Pony things. When a changeling kills a pony, if a changelings blood mixes with the pony's blood, any missing flesh, organs or limbs grow back." she said, still whispering, still staring into the jungle. "Well, that isn’t so bad, I guess..." Angel said, not seeing what she meant by 'grow back'. "You idiot, they don’t grow back as pony limbs or flesh, they grow back as CHANGLING limbs and flesh. These things attack ponies just as much as changelings, but have supernatural strength and are far more savage." explained Neo, her watchful eyes glistening in the moonlight. What’s when he heard it. A stick snapped, somewhere in there. Then the sound of crunching leaves, growing rapid, growing closer. There was a deafening roar, and Angel whirled around, catching a glimpse of an unholy like being, lunging towards him. Then the world went black.