MDC 24 Teaser · 7:26pm May 26th, 2015
Just something for you readers who have been so patient with me. Expect a larger chapter.
I opened my eyes, trying to dissect what had just happened to me. Blinking away the disorientation, I noted I could not feel my body as I normally could. Memory served up the fading vision of her horn lighting up and to sometimes-too-serious expression I had come to know and love.
Oh.
She put me to sleep.
“Wha—?” Shaking my head, the surroundings I found myself in were...strange. “Huh?”
“They’re frantically trying to find you,” said an unfamiliar voice somewhere to my left. “It would appear your father’s mind is a grand mansion filled with many rooms. So many memories.”
I whipped around, immediately on my hooves and in a defensive stance. Wings buzzed in irritation. “Who’s there?” For some reason, I could not make out my landscape. Everything was blurry and out of focus. My eyes kept trying to blink. It was very disorienting.
A shadowy figure slowly materialized some distance away. Or was it right in front of me? It was tall, distinctly feminine. Humanoid. Well, human.
Human?
“Tabitha?” I growled, baring my teeth.
“No,” came the amused reply. “I am much older than my daughter.”
The form solidified, stepping forward on bare, charcoal black feet. They were dainty, the legs shapely like a ballerina’s. She wore a simple dress covering her knees. It was modest, though still managed to accent her curves tastefully. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, a mix of white and green, with little braids in front of each pointed ear. Large, emerald eyes blazed softly, hypnotically. Her face was a perfect oval, her lips not quite full and dark red. I took a guess she was somewhere between a C cup and a B. The dark woman was also quite short, barely over five feet tall.
I could look her in the eye. She was beyond exotic in the beauty department.
As my observation of her physical form was going on, another part of my brain started screaming at my conscience, banging on the thick door as loudly as possible. No, it didn’t quite click yet who I was looking at. The woman’s words were telling me I should know who she was by what she had just said.
“I have not seen you in a very long time,” cooed the woman as she slowly made her way to me. Her steps were slow, as though she were approaching an easily spooked horse. I found I could not move as my eyes were locked on hers. “So very long. You look well, Chrysalis. Very healthy. A second nymph stage. Or foalhood.” She smirked gently, lifting her right hand. Her ebony skin was flawless. Her nails were perfect. Not too long and sculpted with expert detail.
The touch to my muzzle was electrifying. I gasped, flinched...or tried to.
“I find I like the human form. Though the color choices of the skin is a bit lacking,” she admitted as she slowly petted my muzzle. “The fingers are a wonderful set of tools. Opposable thumbs...such a marvelous example of evolutionary domination done as simply as possible.”
Those eyes bore into me as she scrunched her face into an impish smile.
“Let me see your human form, child.”
Awesome, thanks!
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3100417 Added an image to give you guys an idea of what she looks like.
3100497 Thank you
Okay, the image is not what I had in mind. I was expecting more... well, sexy, to be honest.
~ Neon Lights
3101157 ...it is to me...
So, this is the absolute authority of all Changelings... who apparently likes the human form.
To be honest, she does give the Lolth vibe.
Absolute in her authority, and all are subject to her whim...
3101844 I just don't like the ears.
~ Neon Lights