They want me to start from the beginning. I was born in the hive just like any other chang-… what’s with the funny look? Anyways, I was always a little bit different than other changelings. I had been born without wings or a horn. Mommy always said that I was just special. So special, that I got to stay with her in her own chambers. It was lonely. I didn’t ever leave her rooms without guards, and even then I didn’t get to go out very often. Mommy was so scared of something bad happening to her “special Pet”. There was one time I left all by myself, but that didn’t end well.
The foragers were returning as usual, but this time was different. They actually brought a pony back from the outside! I knew because a drone ran in to tell Mommy about it. Mommy told me to stay in the room and she ran off with the drone. I was going to stay put like a good changeling, but then I heard the pony scream and shout. It was very scary. But her voice sounded just like mine. Mommy always told me my voice was different from the other changelings because of something called an “im-impediment”? So I guess this mare had the same impediment I had, and I decided to go and see her. Maybe she could tell me why I so different than everybody else. I didn’t even get close enough to see her.
As soon as I left the room, I was stopped by drones. Their horns were glowing, and I saw the hungry look in their eyes. At the time I didn’t know what they wanted, but I learned they had wanted to feed off me. I screamed for Mommy to come save me, I was so scared. By some miracle, one of the drones was actually one of Mother’s guards, and he quickly tossed me back into the room while shouting at the other changelings to buzz off. He came in a moment later; I was so happy, I couldn’t wait to thank my rescuer. I didn’t expect him to hit me.
Yes, right across the face… Of course it hurt! But it was for my own good; it taught me never to leave Mommy’s rooms without an escort. There were a lot of desperate changelings; Mommy said food was scarce in the hive. I wasn’t sure if that was true, though, because I always had plenty of hay. Mommy said part of the reason I was so special was because I would be able to help with that problem. It wasn’t until about a year later that Mommy decided I was old enough for “feeding”.
At first I didn’t know what she meant. I was already being fed twice a day. That night I learned what she meant. It was very painful, and I hated it at first. Mommy said she was very hungry. Her horn glowed and she enveloped me in her magic. Then my stomach felt like it was getting pulled apart. She was feeding off of me. My insides really hurt, and so did my head. It was like the happiness in me was being yanked out, one drop at a time.
I begged her to please stop; I couldn’t believe Mommy was hurting me like this. I hadn’t done anything wrong; I had been a “perfect little Pet”. She said she had never had so much fresh “love” in one feeding before. She left me feeling like I had just thrown up, which I think I did soon after that first terrible feeding. I had nightmares about it. But it wouldn’t be the last. But one night, Mommy made it all better.
She had been feeding off of me about two or three times a week for about a year when things in the hive went from bad to worse. The foragers were bringing in less and less food. Which meant the hive was getting hungrier and hungrier. I was still getting my two meals a day, and when I tried to offer some to Mother she told me that only “special” changelings like me could have real food. She was in such a good mood that morning, I-I don’t know if it was something I said or if things in the hive were worse off than she told me but, that night, she… she hit me.
It was during her feeding session with me. I had become fairly used to the hurt now, and I knew it was my duty to the hive. But that night, she seemed almost starving. It had never hurt so much. Soon I had nothing left to give, but she was still hungry, and that made her very, very mad. She shouted at me, called me stupid and ugly. She demanded to know why I was holding back. But I wasn’t holding back, I had given her everything. I felt like a rag after it’s wrung out. All I could do was lie there and listen to her tirade; I was so exhausted I couldn’t even try to defend myself as the first blow came down. I couldn’t believe it at first. Mommy was hitting me. Hard. For what felt like forever she sat there, beating me with her forehoofs. When she finished, I could barely move.
She sat back on her haunches and regarded her hoofwork. A bruised, bloodied, and sobbing me. Then she talked to me, her voice sounded funny.
“Do you want the hurt to go away?”
“Yes, please Mommy… why did y-“
“Do not question your queen. You were withholding love. You must learn to give it all.”
“I’m so sorry Mother, I-I didn’t mean to-“
“Hush now, my pet.” Her horn began to glow again; I thought she was going to try to feed.
“Mother will make you all better.” She enveloped me in her magic and immediately everything was ok. I couldn’t feel any of the hurt, and I loved Mommy even more than before. I had never felt so happy.
I fell in love with the green magic. Now, no matter how much Mommy fed, no matter how much it hurt, I always felt happy after. It filled my mind with happy things and I loved Mommy even more. She was so nice with the magic, she let me have some everyday after feeding and she fed more and more. When I didn’t have the green magic, I felt worse than ever before, but none of it mattered. She always gave me the magic. And everything was happy.
But not too long after she started giving me the magic, Mommy left. She took one last feeding, the most she had ever taken. She praised me for the amount I had given her without passing out, but she didn’t give me her magic. She said she was “preparing for something big.” She said that after this, she would never have to feed off of me ever again. And then she left me, and I never saw her or her magic again. I was all alone. Again.
I think she left with most of the hive because I never saw anypony besides the guard’s outside. They still brought me food, but it wasn’t as good as before. Sometimes I would hurt, and I wanted Mommy’s magic really badly, especially at night. The nightmares came back and I needed the magic. But the guards couldn’t give it to me. So I went on hurting. But then my whole world changed again.
I heard a bunch of noises one day. Shouting and explosions. My guards were no longer outside, and I stuck my head out the door. There were dozens of white and gold demons running around. Some of them were firing magic at we few remaining changelings, while others were herding them into a corner. Then one saw me.
I closed the door as fast as I could but the monster simply bucked it down. I had never been so scared. But I was ready to die for the hive, as was my duty. But instead, he took off part of his head and dropped down to about my height. He asked me who I was and how I had gotten here. I tried to hit him. He seemed confused as to why I did that. So he took me with him and the other demons and brought me here, where I sit at a small table across from several very sad and angry looking demons.
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Do any of you know where my Mommy is?
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Sergeant Silver Spears almost staggered out of the interviewing room, his normally impassable face stuck somewhere between shock and disgust.
She actually believes the lies that monster told her. He took notice of the two guards looking at him curiously.
“Private Swift, a message to the princess! Tell her this filly’s had it in a bad way.”
“Yes SAH!” The pegasus made as if to take off before pausing for a moment. “Is that all sarge?”
“No, tell her this filly needs a friend. She needs help.” He looked through the one-way glass at the helmetless soldier putting a comforting foreleg around the shaking young one. “And I think I know just the pony.”
That's... disturbing.
And intriguing.
3203412 And there shall be more... care to join us?
d'awwwww i loved it :3 here have a mustache
i can hardly wait until the next chapter comes out :3
Hmm interesting, I hope it will be only better with time because its have big potential
3203431 My thanks
3203480 What did you not like about? What do you think I could improve on? I must knooow!
3203495
Right now only problem is shortness of that, you told practically all her backstory in one chapter where you could make it much longer. Actually you can still make it. Gonna wait for more ;p
3203431 Don't forget to favorite!
3203518 There shall be more revealed, she didn't say everything, and don't forget to fav!
(thanks a ton for the feedback!)
When i saw the title i just had to read it. I can't skip a story with a filly named Pet. I'm not evil.
Oh my Celestia. This Fic is so wonderful you get a follow
3203536>>3203565 Thank you so much! I love that you loved it!
When I first read the summary I had my doubts. Far too many new authors start out with a darkfic and end up writing something that doesn't really belong anywhere. This is pretty nice though, I look forward to seeing where it goes.
Oh yea and I brought you some constructive comments as well .
I liked how you used the spell that Chrysalis used to subdue shining armor with as a plot device. I also like how you went in depth when you explained the functions of the spell that a viewer might not have gleaned from the show. That is definitely going in my head canon.
Telling us that sergeant silver spear usually has a stoic demeanor doesn't really fit here in my opinion, it would work well if we already knew him as a character.
Can you imagine the princess receiving a message stating: "the filly had it in a bad way, she needs a friend."
Maybe it would be better to say something along the lines of: "tell the princess that the foal we found with the changelings seems to still believe that..."
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A few things first and foremost, My thanks.
Second, I didn't think anybody remembered Jeta or good old Balto!
Third, originally I wrote this just to experiment with those "feels" that I enjoyed reading so much, and to experiment with first person. (and then I got carried away) The fact that it's a small filly talking into a recorder made it near impossible to really introduce anypony in detail, as it all had to sound like something a scared 8 year old would say.
As for the somewhat cryptic message, in my head cannon the guard is pretty loose on such things. (though now that I think about it discipline would've stepped up after the wedding) I'm sure the private will think of something a tad more regal to say to the princess, though I could have been more clear on that.
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You make an excellent counter comment sir.
It wasn't that I wanted you to change it necessarily, its just that i felt it was out of place. I find that I often have a hard time telling when something seems wrong in my own stories so I make a habit of pointing out oddities like these when I notice them.
3203796 No worries, I'm sure if you found it odd, somebrony else will and I appreciate the fact that you pointed it out.
3203529 just did
3203953 Many thanks!
A good Start. I looking forward to more^^
3204149 Glad you enjoyed it, and I hope you find future chapters pleasing as well.
I love this story and am hoping for more.
3204291 Thank you! And don't forget to fave and rate!
I like this story, just wow. I really do want to read more. This story is very great. Please write more!
3204433 Of course there shall be more my good sir.
And you too have my thanks.
Hmmm...usually don't read sad or dark stories...I might read it later, since people seem to enjoy it
3204489 I would very much appreciate it.
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It gets happier
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if it gets happier, then why is it sad and dark? sad and dark stories usually don't get happier, they get sadder and darker...hence the tags
So case of filly raised from time of when she can remember by the 'bad guys', good guys come and beat bad guys, find filly, filly tells story and good guys think she has been brainwashed. Guards are such idiots...
3204515 Well what would you think if you found her?
And thank you for caring enough to say something.
3204513
The night is always darkest before the dawn.It'll get sadder long before things get better.
3204578 I am a person who actually takes things as they come, I only have been speechless... 5 times in my life if memory serves right, and I am 18 years old so, yeah. By the by, good story!!!! Love it, Chrysalis caring but at the same time not. Reminds me of somepony....
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3204979 I know not who that is... from a story of yours I presume?
Also, this is going to sound like a stupid question, but could you elaborate on why you think the guards are "idiots"?
3205077 ....
its a glados
PLAY PORTAL
then you will get it
3205614 ooooooooooooooh, I know who glados is.... I just didn't recognize her in pony form...
...
this was a triumph....
3205637
I'm making a note here
3205639 huge success
3205641
It's hard to overstate
3205645 my satisfaction... aperture science
3205647
We do what we must
3205648 because we can
3205659
For the good of all of us.
3205661 except the ones who are dead
3205673
But there's no sense crying
3205678 over every mistake
3205690
You just keep on trying
3205698 till you run out of cake
3205700
And the science gets done.
3205703 and the research is run
3205706
.... thats not in the song the line is supposed to be
And you make a neat gun
3205718 you lie...
listens to song with lyrics
BLAST!
...
For the people who are still alive