Revenge

by LeonardRodriquez

A Villain's First Minion

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that it was nice and warm where I was laying. Underneath me felt like a down mattress and I could feel the fluffy warmth of a body across my barrel.

My eyes finally opened when the golden rays of morning light hit them, stupid window. Right in my face is Pinkie, curled up into me like I’m her stuffed animal. It would have been a really cute scene had it not been for the fact that her mane was completely straight and there were tear streaks marked into her fur.

Right now she was sleeping fitfully, every minute or so seeming to snuggle closer in an attempt to cuddle away nightmares. I could tell that she was sad, and worried. Most of all I could feel tremendous guilt seeping out of the pony. Lying in the arms of this pink, normally bubbly pony, I couldn’t help but feel regret. I had a pretty good idea what she was feeling guilty about. I suddenly turned this pony against all her friends. I mean sure I want to get revenge on these ponies, but I didn’t expect to be enlisting one of them to help.

Especially not Pinkie. I thought just being anywhere near the mare would make me cringe… now I felt like I should be trying to make her happy again. I mean, if she was going to be my minion or something and if she’s miserable under me, then that would make me a very bad minion master. Wouldn’t it? Gah… I’m sure queen Chrysalis wouldn’t have a problem with just exploiting this pony.

But I just feel plain wrong about this… Why do I feel so bad about my plans moving forward!

I sat there for a few minutes, listening to the pink pony’s ragged breathing. I needed some way to make her feel more comfortable, but what?

Wait, I’m still in my changeling form, my carapace is probably not the most comfortable. So if I change back into a pegasus then I can at least be something soft she can cuddle with.

With a surge from my horn I changed back into my pegasus form. I could feel my coat rubbing up against hers instantly. Reflexively I wrapped a purple wing around the mare. She nuzzled deeper into my fur in response. I could see the beginnings of a grin spread across her face as my wing curled around her, like a blanket on a cold winters evening.

I just sat there, staring down at the sleeping mare with a smile on my face. She may very well hate and despise me after what I just did to her, but I couldn’t help but smile with how cute she looked while she was asleep.

Now that I really think about it she was always pretty cute, wasn’t she? Maybe I just didn’t notice through her hyperactivity. I wonder what she’s dreaming about. Obviously it’s gotten better since I changed forms. Maybe she was relaxing in the grass on a warm summer’s day?

My speculation on what the mare was dreaming however was cut short when I felt her shuffling in my embrace. I watched as she slowly stirred from her sleep. Her soft lips slowly falling downward as her brilliant blue eyes started to open. She blinked as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with an arm.

“What did you do with Covey?” she groggily got out as she placed her hoof on my chest. Her mane fell along the side of her face, it was framing her face, and it oddly suited her. Her eyes looked up into mine with a sorrow and worry that I have never experienced from somepony who was normally so lively.

I was at a loss to what she was referring to for a minute. After all I was right there. It occurred to me however that she was referring to how changelings usually abduct a pony in order to take control of their lives. I stared back into her blue eyes, full of worry and fear.

It was a while before I spoke, and when I did I spoke slowly, almost apologetically.

“There was never somepony named Discovery to my knowledge Pinkie… I just made her up.”

The mare looked confused for a minute, lowering her head slightly to ponder this new information.

“So who I liked didn’t even exist.” She muttered to herself sadly. Before I could say anything further she looked at me and asked, “Who are you then?” Her voice sounded accusatory although her expression was still one of sorrow.

“What do you mean?” I queried.

“Well, what’s your actual name? What do you do?” she clarified.

I paused for a moment, unsure as how to answer her question.

“I, uh, never had a name. I was just a drone.” I managed.

“Oh” the mare paused to process this new information. Her hoof on her chin in thought.

After a few moments, she turned her head back towards me, “What’s a drone?”

I had to facehoof at that. “A drone is a worker of the hive, our job is to find love and bring it back to our queen so she can spread it throughout the hive and keep everyone fed.” I explained with my hoof laying on the bridge of my muzzle in exasperation.

“Well that just won’t do!” she exclaimed into my ear. I winced in pain as she continued, “We can’t have you be a nameless worker Covey! Your purpose is out there! All you have to do is find it!”

“Uh… what?” I took a moment to make sure there wasn’t another me in the room that she was talking to.

“We’ll start by giving you a name! Oh, this is going to be so much fun, what should we name you? Hmm…” Pinkie tapped her chin in thought once more.

I cut her off before she could say anything ridiculous, “Look Pinkie, I know you mean well, but I don’t see what naming me will accomplish. Besides, I’m going to be using this form almost exclusively. There’s really no point.”

“That’s it, we’ll name you Discovery! It’s perfect, and then I won’t get confused and use your changeling name in front of ponies by accident unintentionally exposing you and your plans and exiling you from Ponyville, which would be a very unfortunate turn of events and would most likely add a lot of tension if anypony were watching us right now from some alternate reality that we can’t see for some reason, or it could lead to a bunch of awkward situations where that very thing almost happens and everypony in the other dimension is then laughing at us because it is like we are living in a vast comedy of errors. However, none of that will happen because your name will be exactly the same!” Pinkie chattered away, while I just sat beside her while giving her a look that screamed ‘what is this pony on, and where can I get some?’

Pinkie was looking at me as if expecting me to congratulate her on her supposed brilliance. After a few minutes of staring into her eyes in disbelief, what I said was, “Ah… okay….”

At which point, much to my surprise, Pinkie scooped me up into her arms and unintentionally gave me breakfast. While I probably looked like a stunned rabbit being flung around by an out of control Ferris wheel, it was not an altogether unpleasant experience. Her love tastes kinda like those surprisingly delicious cupcakes… She probably actually filled them with love somehow.

This Pink pony was an enigma, an enigma that has incredibly bright blue eyes. I could feel my cheeks flushing from just the thought alone.

I decided that I had enough of the mushiness for one morning and eventually was able to push her off of me.
“Pinkie, I need you to focus!” I grumbled, face still feeling warm from embarrassment, “I need your help with exacting my revenge, and while you’re affection is delicious, we really need to get moving.”

“Really, you think it’s delicious?” the blushing pink pony inquired, “That’s one of the sweetest things anypony has said to me.”

I didn’t know what to say to that so I just ignored it.

“Pinkie, we don’t have time to sit here for a few hours to talk about feelings, we have to make a plan!” I stressed to the mare, rubbing one of my temples in the process.

Pinkie gasped at that, “You need my help with a plan? You are just so smart that I thought you wouldn’t need a silly filly like me messing up your plans.”

“Pinkie, the reason why I need you to help is because you messed up my plan in the first place,” not that I had much of one to begin with, “And since now I have to get revenge without physically harming anypony it makes things a whole lot harder.”
“Aww, don’t be a grumpypuss, I bet we’ll have tons of fun coming up with an idea!” Pinkie exclaimed while squeezing all the air out of me.

I couldn’t help but think that I was getting in way over my head.

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[Lateinshowing]

Always nice to see this update