and what do i do with this bug looking thing

Back in Ponyville, its been about a week since the invasion was shattered.

Having spent that time in Canterlot assisting with the recovery process, Twilight Sparkle finally returns home to Ponyville. She's tired, hooves dragging, ready for some well deserved rest.

But she can't relax yet, groaning.

She has to check on Anon.

Their resident Human had taken in one of the Changelings that had been deemed... harmless. Mostly because he wouldn't let them capture it. And that the Princess let him keep it?!

She knew he was stupid, but not this stupid. Twilight still didn't understand the Princesses reasoning, but she couldn't argue with her teacher. Not until she had some kind of proof. She fully expected Anon to be a love-drained husk collecting dust on his couch. That'd probably be proof enough.

Since his house was close to hers, it's a quick pit-stop on the way to the library. She lets out a worried sigh as she stops by the door. She liked Anon, of course, but he was uniquely pigheaded, even among Ponies. She knocks loudly, several times.

"Anon?! Are you home?" She calls loudly, waiting. Ear perked for the slightest noise.

Or maybe the Changeling would try to mimic Anon, and trick her. She imagines a grotesque version of him, a mockery of Anon -- no, that's still just Anon. Hm.

She hears footsteps -- they sound bipedal.

The door slowly opens. An entirely fine, unharmed, not-weirder than usual Anon is standing there, looking down at Twilight.

His shirt is smeared in golden goop.

"Hey Sparkbutt. Finished with that mess in Canterlot?" He asks, leaning on the doorframe.

Twilight cautiously peers past him, into the house. It's quiet.
"...Hello, Anon. Changelings have been processed into the Cells, and repairs are underway. Is everything alright?"

He shrugs.
"Yeah. Still 'Potty' training the thing, but we're good."

Twilight blinks several times.
"...You're fucking what?"

Anon grins. His vocabulary had rubbed off on her, and it still got a kick out of him every time. He steps aside, letting her in.

Its his house, as normal. You know what a house looks like. There's a few... Golden smears around, but otherwise...

Twilight freezes, eyes locking on a hive-like construction that now takes up a corner beside his fireplace.
"Anon. Its infesting your home."

"Huh? No, thats like... her doghouse." He shakes his head, leaning on the couch.

"Her?" Twilight asks, confused.

"No balls." He states simply.

"Wha--" Twilight sputters.

"BARFY!" Anon shouts. From within the black mass that resembles the Changeling hives, roughly the size of a small doghouse, the Changelings head pops out of one of the holes. It quickly scuttles out of the hole, racing across the floor before sliding to a stop beside Anon. Its wings buzz the entire time, but it never gets any lift. Its got a little collar around its neck titling it 'BaRFY'.

It stands beside him, looking up at him expectantly. It blinks, slowly, one eye at a time.

Squish.

Squash.

Twilight feels a disturbed shiver run up her spine.
"You said you were... Potty training it? You're joking, right?"

He shrugs.
"Probably a better name for it. It eats love, you know, so it doesn't like, actually poop. But I'm trying to get it to limit where it does that golden goop barf thing it does." Anon starts explaining, gesturing to his well-gooped shirt. "It smells nice, and actually doesn't stain, but I keep stepping on it in the night."

"...Do you know why it does it?" Twilight asks. She's entered a... tentatively relaxed state, sitting on her haunches. Anon seems to have the situation under control... and the Changeling looks healthy, at least to her. A very odd situation, but, if they could learn more about the Changelings, they could prevent any repeat issues.

"Oh, yeah. Its like a... healing thing." Anon nods.

"...huh?" Twilight makes an exasperated noise. Sensing she'd like an explanation, Anon continues.

"Cut myself the other day making the fattest fucking sandwich you've ever seen. Barfy got all worked up when she realized, running circles around me. She got a hold of my finger and barfed all over it, before rubbing it in with her hooves. Stopped the bleeding, didn't even need a bandaid or nothing."

"...Really? It... regurgitates a regenerative substance that coagulates bleeding and accelerated the healing process?" Twilight summarizes, particularly nerdily.

"Healing barf." Anon affirms, less nerdily.

"...Has it tried to transform? Like, to steal your identity?" Twilight prods, giving the Changeling a soft stare. She stops when she realizes it's about to do another of its weird slow blinks--shit, too late.

Squish.

Squash.

She shudders.

"Oh, no. Barfy can't transform." Anon shakes his head.

"...Bullshit." Twilight huffs.

"Solid choice of swear. No, actually. I asked her and she shook her head. I think she's some kind of... Nurse bug. Doctor bug, actually -- women bugs can be doctors too." Anon corrects, remembering current year.

"So you've spoken with it?" Twilight asks, taking a tentative step towards the Changeling.

"Nope. She can't speak. Since she doesn't eat normally, she doesn't have a proper throat. Its just barf central down there."
Anon shakes his head, leaning down to give the jiggly golden underbelly of Barfy a poke.

A new slimy drooly glob of goop drips from her mouth as a result. Twilight takes two steps back.

"Jam packed with loads of goop stuff. No room for anything else." Anon deduces.

"How did you... discover that?" Twilight asks, though she's worried about the answer she'll get.

"I get a good view when I'm laying down, and she leans over me trying to yuck it up on me." He explains simply, shrugging like it was entirely normal to be repeatedly slimed by a love-stealing ambush predator.

"... Honestly, I think you were made for each other. I'll let Princess Celestia know you haven't been replaced by it, yet, and I'll check on you later" Twilight decrees, turning for the door.

"Oh -- Twi, you gotta give Barfy her goodbye hug." Anon pipes up.

"Her what?"
Twilight freezes as she hears the quick scuttle of bug-hooves, feeling chitnious appendages wrap around her midsection, and a squishy, gel-like stomach press against her. The bug gurgles, content. It's a good thing she was facing the door, because the face she made was horrific.

"Yeah, Barfy's got like... separation anxiety. I try not to leave her alone, and she gets upset if she doesn't get a proper goodbye. I think she likes you." Anon smiles.

"...Thaaaaanks, Barfy." Twilight taps the bugs shoulder, and it thankfully releases her.

The door shuts as Twilight leaves to go take a long shower.

Anon scoops up Barfy, and the two set about deciding what to do for the rest of the day.