My Own Kiddo

I sighed in content when I was comfy on my sofa, the fire was crackling softly, and my coffee was nothing short of delicious. I took a look at my new tv, as it was showing the news and weather reports. There was scheduled to be heavy rain fall that afternoon. Normally I'd help out at the least, but my job as an electrical engineer was rather shocking if I do say so myself... No? Alright. So anyway, as I was sipping my cup o' Joe, something the news said made my ears perk. "Coming in now is an interview with Zapper Jolt! Zapper, can you describe what electrical engineering is like? I'm sure many Equestrians are still new to the idea of electricity!" The camera switched to a neon blue pony, neon green mane, and a wrench with an electric-like outline.

"Hey wait a minute, that's me," I said to myself. My wings... They were fried from earlier...

"Well, electricity is basically like an unending energy source that we discovered that combines the uses of electrons, protons and...." My expression turned to unamuse as someone yelled 'Neeeeerd!' in the background. "... Basically like magic, but science," I said boringly. The recorded me turned his head to another pony in the background with wide eyes. "Nonono don't touch tha-" an electric zap sounded as I covered myself with my wings. The camera switched back to the station with an undeterred mare continued about the weather.

"That was embarassing," I said to myself. I'm, like, the smartest pony in the entire laboratory (and workshop of electrical equipments), why does everyone insist on teasing me by calling me a nerd. I guess I'll just have to talk to Twilight about it. She's a bright mare, it's no wonder why I get along with her. Pinkie on the other hoof is a complete mystery. I have tried and tried again to calculate the reason why her mane is basically an interdimensional portal into a pocket dimension where she had stuffed almost everything for an emergency. Twilight warned me, but I didn't listen. As I was thinking about all this, I suddenly realized I was out of coffee. Getting up, I headed to the kitchen to put up my mug. As I walked in, I looked out the window to see two eyes, staring right back at me. I jumped, dropping the mug in the process. I looked down to see my shattered used-to-be mug. I glanced at the window to see that the eyes were gone. I sighed, thinking I only imagined it. I heard a knock on my door. I carefully crept back to the living room to open the door. I opened the door to find a changeling, red and pink.

"Good evening," she said. I stared back before getting back to reality.

"Oh right, sorry come in," I said. I don't mind changelings, but the colors really threw me off. It just looked so... Bad! I quickly cleaned up the kitchen floor and returned to the sitting changeling, offering tea. I then noticed the basket she was holding. "If you don't mind me asking, why're you in Ponyville? A little too far from home?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Yes and no, see I'm returning to my hive, but I can't risk them seeing her," she gestured to the basket. Realization came to me.

"You have a baby? How? I thought only the queens had children," I said. She nodded solemnly.

"I honestly have no idea. I can't bring her because I fear the queen will think I'm going to overthrow her. It's bad enough we look like pastel rejections," she said. I couldn't stifle the chuckle from me, but she smirked none-the-less. "I know, we look pretty awful color-wise. Back to the matter at hoof though, I cannot risk the queen of my hive to think I'm gonna try to overthrow her, as she might kill the baby in the process. I've been looking around in Ponyville, as this is where most culture coincide, and I saw you," she stated. My stomach flipped. "You seem so lonely most of the time, and I saw that you're not as busy as most ponies. So, I thought you might be a good choice!" She exclaimed, and sipped the cup of tea.

"No," I stated instantly. "It's not that I don't like changelings, but this is a kid changeling, and I'm a pegasus, don't you think kids might make fun of her when they realize that?" I asked. "Also, I don't know how to take care of changelings in general, and I have never been a father!" I said. She merely giggled in response.

"Silly pony, changelings feed on both physical and emotional food. For emotional food, you just have to hug her and mean it. For physical, we can eat almost anything. For the most part, changeling babies are the same as pony babies- er, foals right?" She asked. I nodded. "Yes, they are the same as foals for the most part."

"Still, I don't think it would-" I was interrupted by a thud on the floor. I looked down to see the changeling in a sort of begging position.

"Please, oh please! I don't have any other option, and if I did, it is probably not as good an option as you, orphanages don't accept changelings, and there are so many ponies who don't even have a care for them! Please, I'm begging you!" She exclaimed, catching me off guard. Suddenly, we both freeze as we heard a small cry. We both turned to look at the basket, shaking a little. She went over to it, picked it up and started rocking the baby. She uncovered the basket and inside, I saw, a small light blue insect-like pony, crying her little eyes out, reaching out for her mother. I felt a pang in my heart as o stared at the changeling. Instinct kicked in and I reach for the baby. The changeling stood, waiting to see the results of our encounter. I held the baby with my arms, and she slowly stopped crying and looked back at me. She tilts her head in curiosity, and I mimicked her movement. She looks at her mother and sniffles a little. I instantly, carefully, started hugging her, and she started to calm down. I rock her gently as some sort of force of mine told me what to do. The baby yawns, or rather, chittered in a yawn like way I guess, and went back to sleep. The changeling mother smiled softly. "See? You were worried for nothing." I kept rocking the baby gently, and sighed.

"Fine, I give. I'll give it a shot. Will you ever come back?" I asked her. She smiled sadly.

"I will, but I'll be gone for so long. Please, take care of my little angel for me," she said. I looked at the baby. Then, I looked back at the mother.

"I'll protect her with my life," I said.