Author's Note

I scrapped this story because the 'vomiting' part was just- weird to me? It kind of felt like writing a fetish without being a part of that fetish. I could rewrite the story without the vomiting part, true, but I wanted to play the vomiting part as a bit for other ponies to realize Celestia was a changeling.

Celestia's Personal Double - 02

The squirming feeling overpowered her stomach. She hated it. She hated it so much. And she had tried so, so desperately hard to avoid this. Avoid this horrible feeling.

It had been growing for the past half-hour. She had thought she had almost gotten through the day without any… accidents. She had even taken extra time, talking with the nobles, wearing them down, and making her list progress as slowly as possible.

Yet it wasn’t enough. It was usually enough, but today it just wasn’t!

“And that’s why extending the day by ten minutes will give everypony a massive benefit!” The orange stallion concluded, lowering the marker currently held in his magic back onto the lip of his portable white board. “I’m sure a Princess of the day like yourself understands-”

That was almost too much. Princess Celestia actually gagged, her throat muscles tensing up as the stallion kept giving her affection. She managed to swallow down the vomit, plastering her fake cheery smile. The stallion didn’t seem to notice, which was good. Neither did his two assistants, or Raven Inkwell, Celestia’s personal assistant.

She had to stop this. She had to stop this, now, or else she actually would vomit.

“What a lovely proposal!” She said cheerily. The stallion beamed an excited smile. Once again, Celestia had to force herself not to throw up. “But.” She said. And there it was. It was finally over. Or, at least delayed. The stallion’s ears drooped significantly, and she could no longer feel the love emitting from him.

“The prospect of giving my day ten more minutes is very… intriguing. But there are a few concerns you failed to mention in your brief presentation.” Princess Celestia explained, even though his presentation had lasted well over the allotted hour time slot. “Although ten minutes may not seem very long, my sister deserved equal treatment. Thus, extending her night by ten minutes as well. That allocated twenty minutes in total. Twenty more minutes to the Equestrian calendar. I understand you speak for the benefits of ponies all together, but I don’t think the Equestrian creatures would appreciate having to exchange their entire system for twenty extra minutes.”

“Don’t get me started on the daylight-savings committee. They would have a field day. It’s always ‘Oh no, you lowered the sun thirty seconds early!’ They say. ‘Now crop production will be thirty seconds early, and the whole system is-’ I’m rambling, aren’t I?” She asked. All four ponies in the room nodded. “What I’m trying to say is: I appreciate the thought, but unfortunately I cannot implement your system.”

The stallion looked saddened and disheartened by the prospect. In Celestia’s mind, at least this was the most sensible proposition the nobles had given by far. The other nobles suggested bulldozing the entirety of Ponyville for a new manor… That was a headache.

“Oh, alright.” He said, scratching a hoof at the ground. “Thank you for your time, Your Majesty.” They turned around, his two assistants packing away the white board and trotting away. He followed soon afterwards.

“And that’s the list!” Raven, Celestia’s personal assistant, said. “Your Majesty, can I ask who I’m speaking to currently?”

Princess Celestia looked down from the throne with a smile.

“I’m sorry, Lady Inkwell, but I cannot disclose that information. If I do, that makes the reason why I hired a changeling redundant. Do you remember why I hired a changeling?”

Raven looked almost miffed by the response.

“So you can take breaks from the throne, and that we won’t be able to tell which one is which.” She responded in a flat voice.

“Very good. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in my royal quarters.” She hastily said, standing up from her throne. Raven looked almost taken back for a moment at Her Majesty’s sudden movements, but decided to start folding up the list instead.

Princess Celestia almost stretched like a cat, before the impending doom suddenly regurgitating it’s presence in her stomach made itself painfully aware of it’s existence. Celestia clenched her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut until tears slid down her cheeks.

She quickly trotted out of the throne room and through a hallway only reserved for the most royal of royal ponies. Which meant basically only the Princess.

The gleaming archways were beautiful, and to her right were beautifully decorated stained glass windows. Standing on the red carpet, a couple dozen hooves in front of her, was her sister. The blue Alicorn stared thoughtfully out the windows, gazing upon the setting sun. It wouldn’t set unless Celestia forced it down like she did every night, but the twilight of the day still made its purple hues dance beautifully.

“I see you are done with your-” Princess Luna started.

The royal hallway didn’t only have windows in it. It also had a royal bathroom.

To which Princess Celestia slammed the door shut in Luna’s face.

Luna stood momentarily shocked before her ears flapped down, mouth contorting into a painful and sympathetic cringe as she listened to her sister dispel her guts in the bathroom with a horrible retch.

“Love Sickness?” She asked, putting her face mere inches away from the door. Her response was a dilapidated ‘uh-huh’ through the door, followed by the sounds of spitting. Princess Luna sighed, pulling her face away from the door. “So I assume I’m speaking to the changeling, am I correct?” Celestia responded by giving another halfhearted ‘uh-huh.’

Princess Luna knew how it felt to be sick. The horrible feeling of dragging hooves as her bones ached. She remembers how unpleasant it feels to be sick enough to vomit.

Imagine how it feels to vomit like that every day.

“P-Please!” Celestia called through the door. “Stop loving your sister!” She yelled, followed by the sounds of yet more retching.

“Sorry.” Luna said. She placed a spell upon her psyche that limited the amount of love escaping her. It was an anti-changeling spell, developed mere days after the changeling invasion. Yet, it seemed to serve another purpose.

“Thank Celestia…” Celestia said through the door, a hearty sigh escaping. The spell was great when the two acquainted each other after court. But more than once, Luna had forgotten to place the spell… which is what happened today, apparently. Alicorn-sister energy is nothing to be toyed with. It’s more powerful than a hydrogen bomb, if they knew what that was.

Unfortunately, the spell did nothing when placed upon the changeling-Celestia. It only limited the amount of love dispelled, to which changelings don’t. They, unlike ponies, didn’t generate love themselves. They relied on outside sources, like stealing or feasting on love. Although they could feel love towards ponies, there was simply no way to express that love outside of words and actions. No emotions would be delivered.

Princess Luna would be lying if she said she didn’t care for the changeling. It’s not just that she looked like her sister, outside of noble-settings, she acted nothing like Celestia. She was entirely different. She had her own personality, own set of morals, and own way of joking.

In many ways, as much as she hated to admit it, it was like having a second sister.

“Your spell is failing!” Celestia slurred. Luna reapplied it. “Franks.”

Love sickness was a horrible thing that could plague all changelings.

Changelings fed on love. This is common knowledge through Equestria. Ever since the attack on Canterlot six months ago, plenty of school curriculum have modified to include the once-thought mythological beasts.

It is less common knowledge to know that changelings could overfeed on love.

Love sickness is a semi-rare occurrence that only happens in the most successful of hives. Which means Chrysalis never had to deal with Love sickness, ever. Changelings that developed Love sickness usually expel the extra love through… vomiting. It’s similar to eating a three-coarse meal for a pony, then not stopping eating. Changelings can’t help it, of course. It’s just biologically programmed into them to feast on love.

Changelings can feed on an infinite amount of love. Their love-storage has no bounds. Love sickness develops when it all comes too quickly. Like shoving a cake down your throat as apposed to eating a slice at a time.

Long story short, Love sickness is multiplied when you happen to be impersonating the most loved individual in the entirety of Equestria.

Celestia emerged from the royal bathroom. Her flowing mane was pulled back behind her ears and below her shoulders. Her eyes were watering a faint red hue, and her muzzle has appeared to be cleaned with soap and water, plus an aggressive amount of scrubbing from an abused towel.

“Are you okay, sister?” Luna asked, knowing fully well that the pony infront of her wasn’t her sister.

“Could’ve been better.” She admitted dulfully. “Let’s go get Celestia before I blow a fuse.”

“Agreed.” She responded.

Together, they marched through royal hallways. Not once did they meet another pony. This was entirely intentional by Celestia, who couldn’t stomach another does of love from a passing guard or maid. Not that love was a physical source of food. It was entirely magical energy.

“You know what?” Celestia said, stopping as they came to a T split in the hallway. “I think I’ll retire to my quarters. I just cannot deal with this right now.”

“Okay.” Luna said. “Celestia is in her royal spa, correct?”

“Indeed.”

“Take it easy, near-sister.” She said before turning away from the sickly pony. Celestia went left, Luna went right.

Princess Luna approached the royal spa, positioned high up and in one of the towers, overlooking the city. It was a glamerous sight as Luna slowly walked up the staircase. Canterlot was lit with hundreds of candles in glossy windows. The streets were illuminated with yellow lamp light. Luna, upon her thousand-year hiatus on the moon, appreciated how much the common pony adapted to the night. It seemed every day more and more ponies stayed up late, enjoying her night time and making the lunar princess all the more happy.

Soon enough she came upon a set of gleaming blue double doors, built entirely out of crytstal. Only something her sister could think of pouring thousands of tax-payers bits into.

“Welcome, Princess Luna!” She heard, upon entering the royal spa. “I was just cleaning up for the day, but if you would like a treatment I’d be happy to stay!” Of course, the spa staff only comes in on days of appointments. It would be borderline cruel to keep them locked in the tower when nopony has to come in.

“No, no, that would be alright.” She waved a hoof. “I’m just looking for my sister. I heard she was supposed to have an appointment today?”

“Oh yes.” The spa mare nodded. “She just finished up. Said she was retiring to her quarters.” She explained. “Although, I do wonder whether that was the changeling or not…” She tapped a hoof to her chin.

“Thank you, and please do take care.” Princess Luna said before taking flight.

It would be like her sister to instantly retire.

Her sister had the weirdest ways to relieve stress. Every couple years, she would take a week to herself to relax. This ‘changeling princess’ replacement strategy is yet another way to relax, although to do it more often across her lifetime rather than a few isolated times. Once, Princess Celestia turned into a regular pegasus and hung out with her student. Another time, she turned into a regular pegasus stallion and lived in a cardboard box for six months.

It was just what she liked, apparently.

This new changeling princess let her do it far more frequently.

Eventually, the lunar princess landed on her sister’s balcony. However, despite the fact the sun was currently setting, she didn’t see Celestia setting said sun…

Luna took a moment to herself, rising the moon where Celestia usually set the sun. Then, she knocked.

“...Sister?” She asked through the balcony doors. No reply.

“Sister, it’s me.” She said again. She pushed open the doors, and found a completely vacant room.

A vacant room, with a letter on the bed.

Dear Sister.

I will be taking a prolongued vacation. Do not expect me to be back this week, or the next. And do not attempt to search for me. I will be living happily with margeritas and unsafe amounts of alchohol. I will be back, this is a promise, but leave the changeling in charge. Safe your words for when I get back. And don’t think to get Twilight to send me a letter. I have severed the connection.

Thanks, bye bestest sister ever!

Oh buck.