Taking him in. For science!
“Hiya twilight” Pinkie Pie pops out of a pile of books next to a contently reading Twilight Sparkle. Causing her to jump back screaming. “PPPINNKIEEEEEE!”.
“Tttwwiilight!” Pinkie muses back.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on ponies.” the purple mare scolds.
“Okay doki Loki.” pinkie smiles. Twilight face hoofs
“Why are you here?”.
“I need a book on cupcakes.” the pink mare says.
“figures.”
Twenty minutes….twenty minutes searching for a book on cupcakes, with Pinkie Pie. Sanity level -0. “Here you go pinkie. A book on the history of cupcakes. Hope its what you wanted. Now if you’ll excuse me I need a walk.” Twilight gasps.
“See you later alligator” Pinkie takes her book in her mouth and walks out the door.
Twilight puts on her boots then begins her walk to clear her head of that pink menace. Taking a path close too the edge of the ever free forest and quite far from Ponyville. Half way down the path her head turns on its own towards a near by bush with the force of a minotaur punch. “Odd.” she backs up and walks closer to the bush on the side of the road. This time as she walks by her head jerks toward it with even greater force. A slight green glow emits from behind a few leaves. “That’s the color of a-a-a changeling's magic.” she mutters before jumping trough the bush and landing onto a mixture of beetle of pony. Pinning its shoulders down with her front hoofs she aims her horn down at the changeling. “You where feeding off me!” she yells. The changeling covers its face with its hoofs whimpering. The magic around twilights horn fades. She looks down at the changeling, it’s nothing like the ones she fought in Cantelot, it’s a duller black, its wings are cracked, and its exoskeleton is collapsing.
“I’m sorry.” it says stopping its sniffling. it’s sorry, and obviously mal nourished, no Twilight, it’s just trying to trick you.
“Why where you feeding off me?” twilight asks.
“I’m a changeling its how we eat.” it says in a voice in between insect and pony. Twilight stands over the changeling pondering her next question. So many come to mind, but there’s so many things unknown about changelings that asking would just make her sound silly.
“You’re coming with me.” says Twilight.
“What?!” the changeling asks. It hadn’t expected to be taken captive, just killed on spot.
“So I can study you, for science!” she says picking the half bug half pony monstrosity in a magical field and hoisting it above her head. She begins trotting back to Ponyville.
“You know walking into town with a changeling probably will get you a lot of looks.” the changeling says.
“Right, can you change into a pony?” Twilight asks
. “Not exactly, too weak haven’t been eating enough.” it explains.
“Well I’m not giving you any so I guess I’m have to just teleport us.” she drops the changeling then lays a hoof on its back before using her magic to teleport them both the library.
The changeling stumbles a bit dazed from the sudden shift. Twilight picks him up with her magic again and carries her to the basement. “Here’s where I’ll be studying you.” she drops the changeling on the floor back first.
“You wont be studying for long.” the changeling remarks staring into a corner of the room.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” the mare asks.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” the changeling scuffs.
“Tell me” twilight says. The changeling shakes its head.
“Tell me! or else” Twilight interrogates.
“Or else what?”
“Or else? Well you’re my prisoner and a changeling I can do anything and it’ll be lawful.” she intimidates.
“Do what you want I die today either way.” it says laying down on the basement floor. huh? “huh?” the mare gaps.
“I haven’t eaten in six days after the giant expulsion from Canterlot the hive was spread across Eqeustria. I was unfortunate enough to be sent way off coarse away from the others. I wondered through the Everfree forest. On the fifth day I made it out of the ever free forest. Been trying to get a meal since. Changelings who don’t eat in seven days die, its nothing new.” the changeling says letting out a sigh. Okay, options let him die, or let him feed off you. Twilight just relax you can figure out the best option. I know I'll write a letter. She trots up the stairs
“The door locks from the outside so you’ll be trapped down here while I’m gone.” she says then shuts the door. She grabs a piece of paper and jots down a quick letter
Dear Princess Celestia.
I have come into possession of a changeling I am holding it in captivity in my basement so I can study it. The dilemma I face is that it’s dying, it hasn’t fed off love in awhile and it will die tomorrow. I was thinking about letting it feed off me, but that has unforeseen consequences. Your thoughts on what I should do?
Sincerely, your faithful student
Twilight sparkle.
“Spike!” she calls he peeks around the corner. “Send this letter to The Princess, I’ll be in the basement knock when I get a letter back.” She says tossing him the letter and walking down the stairs. Into the basement. That changeling sits balled up fiddling its hoofs. Twilight clears her throat “How do changelings feed?” Twilight asks. The changeling sits up onto its back lags. Turning to face Twilight.
“Well we use our horns to drain a part of the ponies love.” It says
. “Do you take love for everything, or love for a certain thing?” the mare questions.
“Both. That being said I can’t believe you’re actually thinking of saving me, I‘d probably be better off dead.”. The changeling gives a small chuckle before bowing its head.
“Why’s that?” twilight moves closer to the changeling, Sitting down next to it. It shudders.
“Even in changeling culture I was an outcast, sure I thought for the betterment of the hive like all changelings do, just in more extreme ways. I was even in line to get banished after the war. And when a pony found me with all their prejudice and hate for changeling, I thought the second I’d see one they’d kill me, but you didn’t and now you’re here debating about feeding me.” it says sighing at he end of its soliloquy.
“Well, umm….” huh, this changeling has a heart. “I don’t know what to say.”
knock knock knock!
A sudden banging on the doors causes both of them to jump. “Oh, my letters back. I’ll be back in a second.” Twilight says walking up the stairs and opening a small slot in the door to grab the letter from spike. She closes the door and sits down on the first stair to read the letter.
My faithful student, Twilight
The fact that your holding a changeling captive is surprising, and dangerous, but I trust that you have the situation under control, if you need royal guards to help keep the changeling under control, just ask. As for the feeding it part. That is for you too decide, while I wouldn’t recommend feeding it too much, enough to keep it alive would be advised. Since the death of any creature is to be mourned. Do be careful though.
Sincerely, Princess Celstia of the Sun
Twilight leaves the letter on the stairs. Then walks down to sit next to the changeling again. “Tell me more about how changelings feed.” She asks.
“We take the love a pony has for something, and aim it toward us, so we can feed off it. If the pony is distracted it goes unnoticed, but if we take too much or the pony notices its love going somewhere else. We usually get discovered by the ponies natural reactions. I made the desperate mistake of trying to take too much earlier today.” he smiles at the mare.
“Is it possible for a pony to give a changeling love?” Twilight asks going down a mental checklist of questions.
“Well you’d have to love the changeling.” the changeling laughs as he tries guess what the purple pony means by asking such questions.
“Define love?” Twilight places her hoof on her chin thinking.
“Love, you know that warm fuzzy feeling, or so I’ve ease dropped. I think friendship works to--.” He gives a shriek.
The changeling suddenly slumps forward holding his stomach.
“Are you hurt?” Twilight asks worriedly.
“No, just another reservoir cramp from me not feeding.” he chokes out. Twilight hovers over the changeling awkwardly. To see anything in such pain makes her inner empathy reach out to it. The changeling soon stops clutching it's stomach and sits up, looking at twilight with vulnerability etched in its face.
“ I've decided what I will do.” Twilight sighs.
“hmm?” the changeling looks at her.
“I’ll feed you, but just enough so you wont die. I trust you to only take that much.” she says.
“Okay." he takes a deep breath. "…ready?” the changeling asks lowering his horn.
Twilight nods.
A green light comes from his horn, followed by a small green fog, about the size of fishing line. It snakes itself through the air towards Twilight. It rests on her forehead between her horn and her eyes. A bit of dopamine is released from twilight brain sending a shudder down her body. She can feel the warm feeling of love washing over her then being taken away through the small green thread, to wash over her again only to be taken away. A final rush of love washes over her, and hangs there the green line disconnecting. Twilight melts.
“I had no idea, it was so intament.” she says.
“When you take it quickly it is, other wise it’s a downed version of what you just felt.” the changeling looks behind at his body as it starts reconstructing his wings and shell.
“What’d you take the love from?” Twilight asks.
“Oh, just places where there was an abundance in the wrong place. Like your umm…love for rule 34 Science is Magic.” he chuckles.
Twilight gasps. “You can see my secrets?” the changeling nods. Twilight stares at the changeling
“You know too much.” .
The changeling laughs. “Relax, not like I care.”
“I’ll go get you a bed.” Twilight says trying to stand up. Her legs wobble and she falls back down onto her stumach.
“Sorry the feeding process also has tiring effect here. I'll get it.” in a green flash of light there is a second Twilight standing in front of the first. The imposter Twilight walks up the basement stairs and opens the door. “Spike can you grab a cot from the closet.” The changeling calls in Twilight’s voice. Spike mumbles dragging a fold able bed over to the changeling. “Thanks, my number one assistant.” the impostor says before pulling the bed through the door and down the stairs. Twilight looks up at him.
“Why didn’t you just run?”
the changeling drops it’s disguise.“Because I have everything I want here. A supply of love, a bed, and best yet I'm working on my plan.” he says unfolding the bed.
“Plan?” Twilight questions.
“Oh, nothing.” he shrugs it off.
“What kind of plan?” Twilight pesters.
“Just a plan.” he folds out the sheets on the cot.
“An evil plan?” Twilight digs.
“Nope, a good one.” he fluffs the pillow.
“About?”.
“Ponies and changelings being peaceful, you’ve restored my hope in an old tale number 499028291 used to tell.” the changeling says testing out the bed.
“499028291?” Twilight asks.
“Yep, changelings are named by birth number, I’m 50829381.” he sits on the side of the bed. Twilight looks up at him from the floor.
“I need to get to bed.” she tries to stand but falls back down.
“I’ll help you.” the changeling lifts up Twilight and places her on the cot.
“Whoa, what’re you doing?” Twilight asks.
“You’re too tired to walk upstairs, and well your assistant would have a heart attack if he saw me carrying you up. So…” he pats Twilight's head and then lays down on the floor next to the cot. Twilight objects.
“No guest of mine is sleeping on the floor changeling or not.” she says.
“So now I’m a guest? Thought I was a prisoner.” he asks. Twilight shrugs. “Well the only bed here is the one with you in it, and I’m not letting you sleep on the floor.” he says.
Twilight sighs. “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but….Get up here.”
The changelings ears perk up. “You sure?”
Twilight nods .
The changeling climbs onto the cot next to Twilight, the small size of the cot forcing their bodies together. They slept back to back through the night in the basement science lab.
knock knock knock…..bang Spike bangs on the door. The two wake up. “Twilight? It’s noon did you pull another all nighter with your science experiments?” he calls.
The changeling ducks under the bed.
“Hide.” twilight says. Spike turns the knob and opens the door.
“Twilight you have to go help Fluttershy in with the ducks in half an hour. Twilight?” the baby dragon squints.
“Yes spike?” the mare says letting the blanket drop in front of the bed.
“Is someone down there with you?” the baby dragon asks.
“Nope.” Twilight says running her magic through her mane, trying to straighten it out.
“But I thought-”
“HEY!-you know what would be great? We have just enough time to stop by Sugercube Corner and get you some ice cream on the way to Fluttershy’s doesn’t that sound nice Spike?” Twilight asks. The baby dragon shrugs.
“What ever Twilight. Hurry up though.” he walks away from the door.
Twilight ducks her head under the bed. “Okay I’m going to be gone for a few hours you have my lab to yourself, don’t break anything.” She says before running up the stairs and closing the door behind her.
The changeling gets out from under the bed and looks around. There’s rack of lab coats on the far wall. Next to those are cabinets full, and next to the cabinets are shelves full of beakers, closed test tubes, and books. In the middle of the room is a metal table with a half finished experiment still lying on it. He walks over to the rack and puts on one of Twilights lab coats. He walks over to the book shelf and begins browsing. “Encyclopedia of chemistry…..boreing….A complete collection of star swirl the beardeds theories on magic and science….yawn…..History of hearts of hooves day…one of these things is not like the others.” he picks the History of hearts and hooves day book off the shelf and flips through it. Wondering why its on the shelf of chemistry books. He is left in wonder till he comes across a recipe for a certain potion. “This is a answer to my prayers. A easy way to achieve my plan.” he holds the book up to his face like a kitten. Think the queen.” he quickly checks to see if twilight has the ingrediants on hoof, and being the never overlook anything type of mare that she is. She does lined up with the beackers of other things. He grabs the beakers of supplies off the shelf. “but what about twilight. It seemed like she legitimately liked me, as a friend.” he shakes the thoughts out of his head. “Friendship leading up to a relationship takes too long, this is much faster. Much quicker! Much better!” he sighs. “but, I’ll still feel guilty later.”
“So Fluttershy what do you think of changelings?” asks Twilgith as she levitates a trail of ducks across a small stream.
“Oh those dreadful things… “ Fluttershy goes into a defensive pose, looking around.
“Well, what if one wasn’t as evil as we think?” Twilight asks.
“Then I guess it be okay.” the yellow pegasus says.
“What if all changelings where nicer than we think?” Twilight asks.
“Oh, that couldn’t be, they attacked Canterlot.” Fluttershy says. Twilight gives a scowl. “Did I say something wrong, I’m sorry.” Twilight relaxes her posture. Sighing.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why the sudden interest in changelings?” Fluttershy asks. “uhh….” Twilight searches for a suitable lie. “I read a interesting book.” good Twilight now you just have to keep this lie up
“About what?” Fluttershy asks.
“A pony who meets a changeling and breaks through the predadice and stereotypes to see that the changeling, and not all changelings are bad ponies!” twilight is practically screaming by the last few words.
“Must have been a good book” Fluttershy says.
Twilight hangs her head. “How much farther do we need to excort these ducks?” She asks.
“Just to that pond over there.”
“Spike! I’m home” she says hoping her voice caries to the basement. “I’m going into the basement to continue studying.” she opens the door and finds the changeling sprawled out with one of her chemistry books in his hoofs.
“What have you been up to?” she asks.
“Working on my plan.” he puts the book down.
“The plan to have ponies and changelings live peacefully?” Twilight asks.
“Mostly. So how was your day?”
Twilight sits down on the cot next to him. “Helped Fluttershy move ducks from one pond to another. Quick question, how often do changelings feed?” Twilight rubs her shoulder awkwardly
“Everyday preferably.” Twilight’s eyes go wide. “Though, not as much as yesterday, yesterday was a big portion” he sits up. “What time is it? There aren’t any clocks in the basement” he asks.
“Umm, let me go check upstairs.” Twilight climbs up the stairs and closes the door.
Number 50829381 fans himself with his hoof, (highly inefficient). “You sure you got the potion right? Yeah I think I do…tuft of cloud, rainbow glow, Pegasus feather, stirred fastly all courtesy of Twilight's bottles of chemistry supplies. I feel bad about tricking her like this, I can tell she’s developing feeling for me, but that’s just friendship, I need pure love.” he looks down at his feet. “Still feeling guilty though.”.
Twilight opens the door. The changeling looks up at her wide eyes. “Uhh, it’s 4pm.” she regains her seat next to the changeling.
“So we got a lot of time to burn. Any questions about changelings?” he asks.
“Quite a few actually.” Twilight precedes to interrogate him with waves of questions on changeling society,
“What time is it?” the changeling asks.
“I’ll go check.” Twilight says walking up.
“While your upstairs can you grab a drink.” he asks.
Twilight nods, walking up the stairs and closing the door behind her.
“Okay moment of truth dude don’t screw this up. Tons of benefits for the hive, and all it cost you is your mind. Haha. Simple.”
Twilight soon returns with two drinks held in her magic.
“It’s 11pm, so I guess it be for the best if we..uh got you..” she shuffles nervously.
“fed?” he hints. Twilight nods. “Okay, well are you ready?”
she nods again.
A green string connects their foreheads like before granting 50829381 access to Twilight's mind . The changeling searches through the many neatly organized files of love in Twilight's mind. Each file labeled alphabetically, as to be expected from the studious mare. He searches for a bad habbit that she has too much love for doing. He snags some love for “SCHEDULE EVERYTHING.” and comes across a new file. “Love for changelings.” he smiles. Love meant for changelings... How convenient . He leaves Twilight with a sudden rush of pleasure and draws out his magic.
Twilight slumps forward. “I think you took a bit too much” Twilight stammers
“I’ll get you a drink.” he walks over to the table and pours out the water from a glass then refills it with the purple bubbling liquid he constructed today. "Tilt your head back." he commands. Twilight obliges. the changeling lifts the glass in front of Twilight's lips.
No, guilt just shame. Oops
He holds the glass in front of her mouth. Thoughts racing in his head, is this the right thing to do? It’s the only thing I can do, other than... His arm goes slack. Other than. Wait for her to love me. He looks to the glass for answers, it gives none, just keeps on bubbling little purple hearts. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I mus-- his train of thought is interrupted by footsteps by the basement doors. The door knob unlocks and turns. The noise reaches Twilight’s ears. She opens her eyes and looks down. A confused “huh?” comes from her mouth. The changeling quickly throws the glass backwards away from Twilight, and towards a wall causing it to shatter and spill. The door opens a sleepy Spike looks at the scene giving a scream and down rushing to defend Twilight. Number 50829381 throws a blanket over spikes face. The baby dragon swings his hands at open air while, in a flash of green light the changeling disguises as Twilight. Spike pulls the blanket off his face and stares at the two Twilights. The real Twilight turns to the changeling
“What was that drink?” she asks.
“What are you talking about?” the changeling asks.
Spike looks back and forth between the two Twilights “Which one of you is the real Twilight?”
Twilight gives an annoyed grunt. “Spike, it doesn’t matter. This is a changeling I have captive. You can relax around him. He’s peaceful, well I think. What was that potion you were trying to feed me?” she picks the changeling up in her magic and with that same magic wipes away his disguise. “So what was that drink?” she asks squinting at him.
“What drink?” he lies. Twilight rolls her eyes and hangs him in the air by his tail.
“Don’t play dumb.”
The changeling takes a deep breath and crossed its hoofs over its face. “A love potion.”
Twilight drops the changeling; head first, onto the bed.
“Spike, go back to bed, it’s eleven pm for Celestia’s sake.” Twilight says.
“Are you sure you have it under control?”
Twilight nods.
The sleepy dragon shrugs and walks back up the stairs. Twilight turns to the changeling.
“Why where you trying to feed me a love potion?”
“Hehe, well you see” he back pedals with his hoofs away from Twilight slowly. “Umm, well it’s kinda a long story.”
Twilight pulls him back towards her with magic. Giving him an annoyed look she says “I have time.”
The changeling stops struggling and hangs its head. “Fine I’ll come clean on my whole plan.” he takes a deep breath. “I was going to use a love potion to make you love me.”
Twilight gives him an odd look. “Why?”
“Because, if I can get you to love me then perhaps, I could’ve gotten other ponies to like me. With you haveing such sway from being Celestia’s student . For the hive and all.” he turns to stare at the corner of the room.
“Only for the hive?” Twilight stands over the changeling stiff and motionless as a taxidermy statue.
“Well, personal reasons too.” the changeling tries scooting away. Twilight scots forward. Leaning her head closer to the changeling.
“Like?” she commands out of the changeling.
“Well, umm I....I” he shakes his head to clear out his doubts. “I...I’m in” say it, you’re in love with her. “...I...I’d rather not say,”
“So, my assumption was true, I’m just a pawn in a changeling’s evil plan. You where using me.” Twilight says as she turning away from the changeling.
“No, I wasn’t I..”
“Silence! I don’t need your lies anymore today, From now on you’re back to being my prisoner, and this study is back to purely scientific.” She wipes her face with her hoof.
“Are you cr-“
“ No! Now, it’s late. I’m going to bed.” she stomps up the stairs slamming, and locking the door behind her.
The changeling hangs his head and sulks back to his cot.
The next day Twilight didn’t come down to the basement at all, and the day after that she didn’t come down.
The changeling sits on his cot reading a chemistry book. The grinding of metal is heard from upstairs. A sound like pipes clashing hits his ears. “It won’t fit through the door.” Twilight’s voice drips down through the floor. In a flash of light Twilight and a giant metal cage are in the basement. Scaring the changeling out of his shell and causing him to cling to the ceiling.
“Hello, we got you a cage.” Twilight says cheerfully. She waves her hoof towards a large 6 foot by 6 foot portable cage. “You’ll be living in here for now on.”
Balancing a diamond on a blade of grass.
Twilight ushers the changeling into the cage, shutting the door behind him. “There now time to get studying.” She says as a cloud of purple wraps around the tip of the changeling’s wing, and rips off a small bit.
“Hey!”
“Shhh, hush.” Twilight floats the bit of wing over to the steal table and drops it into a glass beaker. To which she then proceeds to lightly drop chemicals from the wall into the beaker.
“What are you doing?”
“Seeing how it reacts with certain elements to see what element it’s made out of. Also known as science!” she gives a chuckle and smiles as the chemicals dissolve the wing inside the beaker. A murderous glare in her eyes.
“Twilight are you okay?” number 50829381 asks.
“Perfectly okay, why wouldn’t I be? Hey, you know what’s not okay, using ponies in evil plots.” Twilights head jerks to the side. Fraying her hair.
“But, it wasn’t evil.” the changeling mumbles.
“Not evil? You where toying with a ponies emotions, now how is that not evil?” she walks over to the cage and sticks her head right up to the bars staring down at the changeling.
“Well...” he looks around the cage. Am i evil? He just wanted the mare to love him, and there wasn’t any way for that to happen on her free will....going against free will...huh, I am evil. He turns to stare at the floor. “I’m sorry. It’s just...” Water wells up in his eyes.
“Just what? It’s just fun to mess with my mind? What are you plotting this time?”
The changeling looks twilight in the eye. Tears pouring down its face. “I’m not plotting anything! I wanted to get you to love me. Not for reasons like food or that, but because I love you! And I thought that because of the obvious race difference you could never love me so I resorted to a potion. I’m sorry. I truly am. I never wanted things to turn out with me being locked in a cage for three days, and you being in emotional distress. I’m sorry.” tears running down his cheeks as he yells the secrets of his heart at Twilight.
Twilight stares at him. Her eyes locked in his. “You love me?”
The changeling nods.
“How? Why? What?”
“You took me in when I was at the brink of starvation. You showed me kindness much more than I had ever known in the hive.” number 50829381 says.
“But you said you were doing the potion for the hive.”
“That was a lie, so I could avoid telling you how I felt. A lie that now I regret.”
Twilight shakes her head. She uses her magic to straighten her mane. She gives a nervous chuckle “Well that’s a good thing.”
“Why?” the changeling asks with a look of pure confusion on his face.
Twilight leans in closer to the changeling and in his confused state takes the opportunity to rub her check to his. “Because I love you too.”
Number 50829381 jumps back a bit. “Really?”
Twilight gives him a friendly smile and nods.
“C’mon, let’s get you out of this cage.” Twilight usher him out of the cage. “Well that was a convenient waste of a cage.” she mumbles to herself.
“What now” asks the changeling.
“Now we, I guess we...umm” Twilight gives a confused look, she had never been in love before.
“What do normal pony couples do?”
“Go on dates I guess. Actually, I think I have a book on it upstairs. Come upstairs with me we can look for It.” she leads him up the stairs.
She opens the basement door. “Spikes out for today helping Rarity collect gems, so we should have the house all to ourselves.”
The changeling walks up the stairs and gapes at the books. “Wow, so many books.”
“Oh, it’s nothing like the libraries of Canterlaught, hundreds of books spanning walls after walls.” they continue with casual conversation.
Until a knock comes to the door. They both stop and stare as a light blue aura. The changeling jumps to the basement door his hooves suddenly dripping with sweat. The metal door knob slipping in between his hoofs.
The door opens. Rarity, spike and a cart of gems walk through the door. Rarity holds her head high and gives a greeting to Twilight. She then turns her head to look at the source of the ruckus, Hmm, that lovely changeling is hurriedly seeking entrance into Twilight’s basement. How nice. Rarity gives the changeling a smile. Then quickly relises that what she sees is a changeling. She shoots a diamond gem out of the cart and at the changelings head.
He ducks.
She leaps at him pulling the diamond out of the wall and aiming it at him. Twilight runs in between them.
“Stop this!” Twilight yells.
“Stand back Twilight there’s a changeling in your house.” Rarity says.
“I know”
“You know?”
“Yes, I know there’s a changeling in my house. He’s my guest and my...” she lets the sentence trail off. She points her head at the changeling; he mouths the words ‘stallion friend.’
Twilight turns her head back towards Rarity. “Give me a moment.” she asks. Before she walks over to number 50829381 “Should I tell her.” Twilight asks in hushed whispers.
“Of course, why not?”
“No telling how she’ll react.”
“Eh, go for it anyways.”
Twilight shrugs and bites her lip nervously. she walks abck over to rarity. “He’s my stallion friend.” she says.
Rarity holds her hoof to her forehead and gives a gasp she gently falls to the floor in an exaggerated faint.
