A Changelings Humanity

by Dragoncap2500

Rating: mature
Tags: Adventure, Queen Chrysalis, Profanity, Violence, Death, Alternate Universe, Human, Drama, Changelings, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 1163

Human gats transmigrated into a Changeling

Kit was always getting into trouble. It's not his fault! He's just scrawny and his interests weren't... normal for boys his age. He liked female shows and barbies. He especially got into "My Little Pony."

Now, since he always got into trouble, he's learned how to run. He was the fastest in the school and could jump higher than half his hight.

He's running right now. Away, faster and faster as someone was chasing him down, his father-well, foster father anyway, was drunk and in a car chasing after Kit.

You can see how this goes wrong. And so did kit.

What he didn't expect was to be reincarnated.

Published 2022-11-10 20:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-05-11 01:06:37 UTC

Chapter 1: Awakening

Feeling slowly came to me as I awoke. Warmth was first, then the uncomfortable tightness. I was submerged in a warm liquid and packed tightly into a seemingly round and smooth object. I'm not an idiot, but I'll admit that the warmth was lulling me into an exhausted state, thus, it took a while for the thoughts to flow.

I was in an egg.

The thought didn't bring any sense of panic, or confusion that it should have, it appears I was too comfortable for that, however, the longer I stayed in here, the tighter it seemed to become, causing me to squirm slightly. This was the first time that I realized my body wasn't... right.

I had a tail of sorts instead of legs. My arms were still there but bent weirdly and I didn't have hands.

I couldn't think too much more about these facts before I drifted off into a comfortable sleep.

The next time I awoke, the egg was almost crushing me, and I was much more aware. It appears it's time to leave. With a jerk of my head in an instinctual manner, my head collided with the shell. Again and again, I did this. slowly, a crack formed. bigger and bigger it grew until a piece of the shell broke off and I could see outside.

It was dark and the wall I could see was a shiny black and warped strangely. I couldn't help but wonder where I was, but now isn't the time, I must leave this egg of mine.

With a dozen more nicks and scratches, a rather large piece of egg broke off. I lurched myself forward and the egg fell forward so I could crawl out and onto the shiny black ground. It was still warm, but it was also a dry warmth, it wasn't comfortable.

After a while of getting my breath back, I finally tuned into the senses I had. My hearing picked up hisses and scuttling, while my sense of smell was... strange. I smelled a sweet and fragrant scent, like fried cinnamon apples. I could innately tell that this cent was joy. Why could I smell emotions? That can't be right-

A crack interrupted my train of thought. Looking over, I saw a lot of eggs, some of which were hatching. A larva was already panting outside its egg. it was all white besides it's black face and legs a few dark spots also decorated it's back. It was... a Changeling Larva... No way.

The click of hooves made my head tilt up. I saw a drone changeling. It had an Equine structure with bug attributes, like it's wings and eyes. It was much bigger than I and its horn was lit up in a light blue as its magic carried a jar of... something behind it.

It felt like I should be panicking, and I was! but not nearly as much as I should be, at most, I was surprised. Perhaps this strange... rightness I feel could be the reason. I was safe in the hive. The Brood-ling would take care of the brood, of which I am a part of.

By now, the hatching had stopped, but so few were hatched compared to the eggs. Perhaps ten were alive and out of the eggs, while the other forty or so were... they didn't make it.

A strange feeling of sadness drifted through me. The feeling wasn't great, but rather vague. before I could think about it too much, the brood-ling sat in front of the tired larva, opening the jar.

Immediately, I smelled a sweet scent, like chocolate. It was coming from the jar. The smell was a diluted love. The blue haze that was the brood-ling's magic took hold of the gel-like substance and floated it over to one of the larvae.

Quickly, the baby started to eat, slurping it up almost all at once. Again, a ball of gel floated to a different larva. After two more times, it was my turn. Using the other children's method, I slurped up the gel quickly, and felt satisfied, but not full. It took a bit more time before all of the larvae were filled. They each started to squirm towards each other and climbed over one another into a pile and fell asleep.

I tilted my head slightly and crawled over, climbing the mountain of larvae and onto the top. I fell asleep.

The days passed slowly, or perhaps quickly? I couldn't tell what with there being no windows. We sleep and eat often, though, I'm never actually full. I learned that all the waste we accumulate is regurgitated as a paste. It's like cement in a way. It dries solid. This paste is what the hive is made of. Kinda gross, but also useful.

The larva "play" regularly. they headbutt and hiss, rolling around on the ground. They're cute, sure, but I'd rather not play like that if I can help it. The larva learned early on that I don't like their play; however, they stick close to me anyway. as a thank you, I often pet their head and hum songs from my old world. they seem to enjoy it.

I'll admit, the first few weeks were alright.

But then the alicorn came.

I knew her name, Celestia. She was depicted as a god, kind and giving in the show... but when she came, she came not with open arms, but with an army.

I had just made my cocoon when it happened. I was lying in my cocoon undergoing my change to the nymph stage when Celestia attacked. No-one was spared.

Seeing as I was the first of the Larvae to create a cocoon, the rest were unguarded on the floor when the guards came barging in and ended all of their lives. It was swift, but the stallion acted as though he wasn't killing literal babies. It was just a job for him. He left quickly after.

I watched as a heavily injured Drone limped in and immediately flew up to me. They were our Brood-ling, the one to take care of us and raise us like their own. She took me and ran. Faster and faster, she galloped out of the hive that I spent my entire life in and out into an unforgiving world. It was a desert, with no water for miles and even less plants.

The Brood-ling took me as far as she could go before, she collapsed. It took hours before she died.

I saw plenty of dead changelings as we ran, green blood was everywhere, but not a single pony was in the halls. It was a surprise attack, killing even the larvae.

The brood-ling siphoned the love from her storage before dying, so I'm full at the moment, but what about when I hatch? I'll only be an adolescent! I don't know how to shift or fly even!

I'm all alone...

Chapter 2: Alone

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