Mesmera

Pathfinder, you dirty traitor, I never expected you would turn on me so, that you would try to enact such evils upon me. A queen shall not be pushed around so easily…

"Don't wanna go bed!"

"Mesmera, a young queen needs to get their rest, and that goes double for one that just hatched today," Pathfinder pleaded.

"No!" I raised my snout defiantly and tried to buzz away, to no avail as Pathfinder grabbed me.

"Mesmera, a queen needs their rest!' He had to keep a hold on me to prevent me from flying away.

"No!" I repeated again, struggling in his grasp.

"I'll give you cookies tomorrow, but only if you head to bed now," he stated, and I had to consider this offer. I really didn't want to go to bed, but I'd had some cookies earlier today, and they were delicious.

"fine." I let up and went over to the bed with a huff, getting cozy beneath the covers. Pathfinder gave a sigh of relief.

"Thank you. and now it's time for me to sleep as well," He laid down on the floor. Of course, the queen is the one entitled to next to the only bed, and her loyal-yet-devious servant would sleep on the floor. "Goodnight, Mesmera"

"Goodnight, Pathfinder," and with that, the exhaustion my body had been experiencing finally reached my awareness and carried me off to sleep in moments.

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I groaned as sunlight began to peek through my eyelids, shifting uncomfortably. I didn't wanna get up, I was having a really good dream. I didn't really remember the specifics, but there were a lot of ponies, and I think I was wearing a crown of some kind? my musing was interrupted by a hoof being placed upon me

"Time to get up." Pathfinder. I knocked his hoof away with a little huff and tried to get cozy again. "Mesmera, do you want your cookies?" I groaned, defeated by his promises of sweets.

"Fiiiiiiine…" Slowly, I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes as I got out of bed and began towards the kitchen.

"So Mesmera, I was thinking about how to teach you, and I decided that instead of trying to teach you myself I'd send you to school." another foreign word.

"What school?"

"It's a place purpose-made for learning. You'd go there every day and they'd teach you more than just speech. reading, writing, and more that isn't related to the topic of language, But first, you need a disguise.

"A wuh?" That was a word I couldn't easily deduce the meaning of.

"Ponies don't really like changelings, so you'd need to look like a pony instead of a changeling," he explained, "a disguise is making yourself look like a pony, something changelings are able to do easily"

"Look...pony?" I considered. After thinking through what I knew about language, that seemed appropriate for something called a 'changeling.' "How do?"

"Well, you-" Pathfinder cut himself off, suddenly looking unsure, "you uh…" he chuckled nervously "I… dunno. That's something you're gonna have to figure out on your own, I suppose."

Excellent, something I can't be taught, I thought sarcastically, before a cookie is sent my way, which I greedily munch on, completely forgetting my frustrations.

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I fell to the ground in my room once again, huffing exhaustedly after trying for the seven-hundred-billionth time to figure out how to change shape. I'd been trying so hard for nearly two hours now, I don't know how I hadn't gotten it yet!

Calm, Mesmera. Calm. Yes, perhaps I just needed to be a bit calmer. I collected myself and tried again, closing my eyes and attempting to relax as I focused on that silver pony from the other day, Storm. I didn't remember the details all that well, but I could get a general idea. He had a silver coat and a grayer, more jagged mane, his wings, and his lightning bolt 'cutie mark.' I held the image in my mind, trying to keep myself relaxed. I took careful, deep breaths as I imagined him in my place, his hooves in place of mine, his voice—or what I think it sounded like—in place of mine, and after a few seconds, the room felt momentarily very hot, the wave accompanied by a fwoosh. Upon opening my eyes to locate the source, I notice my silver hooves. I look back at my body and see bird wings instead of bug wings, and I suddenly gasp in a voice that is definitely not my own, then prance in place happily. My mind closed in on him. His hooves. His wings, his voice. I then focused on Pathfinder until I could see him in crystal clarity. At that moment, I felt a wave of heat. My vision flashed shades of violet as my old form burned away I giggled and tried to give him wings, and after another burst of flame, I could feel them flare out behind me. I started to giggle hysterically as I changed back to my normal form. I could be anyone now. Nobody was safe from the hypnotic powers of Queen Mesmera!