The Erotic Life of the Smallest Changeling

Contains: micro, fight

Oleander turned around and found himself staring across the dust park at another changeling. At first, Alex didn't recognize them and had no clue what they could have possibly wanted.

"How dare you parade Alex around like he's some kind of trophy!" Apple screamed. "You're supposed to be looking after him, not rubbing him in everyone's noses. You call yourself a soldier?" she growled.

Oleander exhaled in annoyance before explaining. "I'm not parading him around, I'm giving him a tour of the Hive."

Apple balked in disgust. "Really?! You think I'd fall for an excuse that pathetic? I know what you're up to. You want to prove you're some kind of big shot in the Hive and rise up as a noble!" she accused with an outstretched hoof. Alex noticed a few bystanders stopping to watch the exchange.

Oleander did his best to remain cool. "I was ordered to show him the Hive by Chrysalis herself. You don't believe me, then go and ask her."

"LIAR!" Apple screamed in her hysteric rage. "You're planning a coup! You're trying to overthrow Chrysalis you trai--" she didn't have a chance to finish her wild accusation before an explosion of green energy ripped just past her head, burning what little mane she had to ribbons.

Alex was shocked. The metal tip of Oleander's horn was glowing red hot and the rest was pulsating dark green. His eyes were set in the deepest scowl Alex had ever seen and his breath was deep and forced. "Don't. Ever. Call. Me. A traitor."

A crowd was gathering as Apple stared in silence at his display of force. It took a moment before a smirk crossed her muzzle despite her ruined mane. "Are you really going to fight me again? Don't you remember what happened last time?"

Oleander showed his fangs at that. "You surprised me is all, it wasn't a fair fight."

She laughed. "Make whatever excuses you want. You can't beat me no matter how hard you try!"

All the young ones that had been playing earlier were nowhere to be seen and the crowd of changelings was at least a hundred strong now. Alex tried to find distinctions between them, but there were too many and they blended together into a black blob. He would have spent more time looking around, but Oleander addressed him suddenly.

"Alex, you see that tall changeling on the right with a crate on his back?" Alex quickly located him. "He's an old buddy of mine, stay with him until I'm done with the garbage."

"Hold up," the mentioned changeling complained, "I'm not getting involved in this."

"Bell," Oleander said simply, "don't tell me you're going to leave me hanging after all I've done for you?"

Bell snorted. "Fine..."

Alex took that as his cue to get out of the firing line. Landing on Bell's head, he quickly turned around and focused on the oncoming action. He was excited to see a pair of changelings fight, but Alex was certain this was going to come back to haunt them later.

Oleander gave his neck a quick flick to pop the bones while Apple just gave him a smug grin. Her confidence that she was going to win without breaking a sweat made Alex uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what had happened before and how exactly Apple had given Oleander the scar over his eye, but it sure made her believe this would be easy.

"Oh, before we get started..." Oleander smiled as his horn began to glow purple.

Alex did a double take on that. He was certain Oleander's magic, and every other changeling's for that matter, was green. Oleander's good eye also turned purple and he opened his mouth to exhale a cloud of violet smog. Alex didn't understand what was happening, and from the way Apple's smile had faded, she didn't either. Oleander looked around the gathering before raising a hoof and taunting his opponent with a very clear "bring it on" gesture. Apple immediately fell for the obvious trap and charged with her horn aimed straight for his heart.

Oleander reared his head and took in a deep breath, puffing out his chest to comedic proportions. Several changelings in the crowd dashed forward and rapidly began to form a barrier around the battle zone just as Apple was about to strike. Alex didn't understand why they had to seal the two of them inside a bubble, it wasn't like they were going to blow up or something. The actual reason for the shield however, became obvious when Oleander bellowed an enormous cloud of the purple fog.

Now Alex understood. They didn't want that gas leaking away from the battle zone, but what was that stuff?

Apple ground her hooves into the dirt and slid to an agonizing stop inches from the smoke. Her face was full of panic and her wings furiously flapped to blow the substance away from her. Step after step she moved backwards while the thick noxious gas continued to advance on her. Oleander eventually stopped emitting the stuff and began chuckling evilly. "Nothing like a little chemical warfare, huh?"

"What's going on?" Alex asked no one in particular.

"Oleander is a Toxin Dropper," Bell answered him quietly.

"What does that have to do with it?"

Bell looked up at him. "Do you know what a Toxin Dropper does?"

"Yeah, Oleander explained it to me. Toxin Droppers carry chemicals and poisons into the battlefield and drop them on the enemy."

"Did you think they carried the stuff in barrels or crates?" he asked rhetorically. Alex's eyes lit up in understanding. Toxin Droppers carried their payloads in their own bodies!

Taking a new look at the scuffle, Apple was almost backed into the shield with her wings beating furiously to keep the poison away. She was in deep trouble now that the entire sphere was filled with dark violet. Oleander merely stood his ground and watched as the deadly gas relentlessly tried to engulf her without him having to lift a hoof. He wore a face of neutrality that made determining whether he enjoyed killing Apple difficult to determine. The other changelings were egging him on with cheers and cries for blood.

But then it all came to a screaming halt with one commanding voice.

"ENOUGH!!"

The crowd turned towards the source and all the hype for the match vanished in an instant.

Chrysalis, in all her outraged glory, stood at the entrance to the residential district. In a quick flash of light Oleander, Apple, and Alex were in front of her. Apple promptly fell backwards when she no longer had a shield sitting behind her and Oleander stared in horror up at his queen, his eyes still purple from whatever magic he'd called upon for the fight. And Alex found himself sitting on the ground between the other two with his vision spinning. He'd never teleported before and he felt like he was about to puke.

"You three. Up to my room. Now. There will be no arguing, no fighting, and no diversions. No exceptions or discussion either. Disobey this order and you will be put down," Chrysalis growled like a vicious animal. She then eyed the shield full of poisonous gas that Oleander had made. "I have a mess to clean up."

Alex found himself fearing and respecting Chrysalis all the more after just that one moment.

Oleander and Apple sat on opposite sides of the kitchen table, passing each other death glares. Alex sat on the table itself, but off to the side to avoid the menacing looks being unleashed. Alex nervously analyzed his hooves as he waited for Chrysalis to show up and dish out punishment. Apple certainly deserved a good kick in the teeth after her outburst, but Oleander had used illegal combat techniques and almost killed her. Who was in more trouble was a complete tossup to Alex at this point.

The door opened and a frazzled Chrysalis strolled in. She eyed the three of them questioningly before sitting in the final spot across from Alex. She took in a calming breath before she asked the question. "What happened today?"

Oleander and Apple both started speaking at once, each accusing the other of causing the whole thing. Chrysalis lifted a silencing hoof and bared her fangs with a quiet snarl. She clearly needed a new approach, so she looked at Apple and voiced the same question.

This time only Apple answered her. "Oleander was parading Alex around the Hive and telling everyone he was your new favorite!"

Chrysalis watched Oleander from the corner of her vision, noting how he hissed and glared at her. "And?"

"When I told him you wouldn't be happy with his behavior, he screamed that I was a traitor. He's the one that started it!" she shouted, pointing a menacing hoof at the veteran changeling.

Before Oleander began attacking her side of the story, Chrysalis snapped in his direction, keeping him quiet. "Is this true?"

"No, my queen. It is a complete lie."

"Explain then, what DID happen?"

"I was finishing up Alex's tour of the Hive, like you instructed me to, in the residential district. As we were about to leave Apple showed up and accused me of being," he paused to give an irritated sigh, "a traitor."

"Did you start the fight? Did you throw the first kick?"

"I... did," he admitted, lowering his head in shame.

"We are a family and we are about to experience the greatest challenge in our race's whole existence. We cannot afford to turn on ourselves at this juncture. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my queen, I understand."

Apple's smile of victory was quickly squashed when Chrysalis turned back to her and said the last thing any changeling dying to serve her wanted to hear. "And for instigating this event, you shall not participate in the invasion."

The air froze as Apple's jaw dropped. Stunned silence overtook her and all she could do was stare at her queen. Oleander raised his head at that and let the tiniest sad smirk grace his muzzle. Unfortunately, Chrysalis caught it and thought it appropriate to snuff it out too.

"And you have Scrub-Scrub duty for the rest of your natural life," she barked.

Oleander choked and let his mouth droop open at that. Alex didn't have a clue what Scrub-Scrub duty was, but by using his incredible powers of deduction, he was able to determine that it sucked.

"Any questions?" Chrysalis asked darkly, clearly not expecting a response from the stunned pair.

Alex felt bad. He couldn't help but feel like this whole mess was his fault for being unwilling to put up with Apple. Although he still didn't like or trust her, it wasn't fair to deny her the dream. He couldn't imagine the pain he'd be going through if the thing he'd been working his whole life towards was ripped away at the last minute. Then there was Oleander. He didn't know just how bad the big guy had gotten it, but it was still because of him. Alex sighed, he had to fix this.

"Queen Chrysalis?"

She looked at him for the first time since entering the room. "What? Do you have something to add?" she asked surprisingly gently.

"I have a suggestion, if you'd just hear me out," he said with a bowed head.

"I'm listening." Chrysalis perked a brow and gave him her full attention...