Hard To Find The Right Words

by Nameless Narrator


Finished

*Slam!*

“Sweet Celestia’s buns, she wasn’t kidding. It’s a changeling!”

“Whmh? A changeling trying to sleep, whoever freaking loudmouth you are...”

“You’re all cracked up and gooey.”

“Stop poking me.”

“What are the holes for?”

“Not for poking.”

“The green goop seeping from the cracks is real squishy. Is that like dried up blood?”

“I SAID STOP POKING ME!”

“Oh, ehm, yeah. I got a bit carried away. Wait, no. I’m here to check on you, prisoner.”

“Good, I feel thoroughly checked on. Now can you let me sleep so that I’m not ‘all cracked up and gooey’?”

“I brought you some carrots. Do you even eat vegetables? I thought you just like bit ponies and then sucked life out of them.”

“...I never thought I would miss the batpony...”

“Did you say something?”

“No, no, I didn’t. And no, we don’t suck life out of anything… although I’ve heard certain stories of infiltrators working as escorts.”

“So, about the food.”

“Just leave the vegetables here. I’m sure the power of my will is enough to make them waltz over to this ‘bed’ and into my mouth.”

“Ehm, you can’t move, right?”

“Does angry scowling at being woken up counts?”
“You can’t move, like at all?”

“No, I’ve been talking to you telepathically this past few minutes, and I’m getting serious echo from inside your head.”

“No need for that. I’m just trying to pass time.”

“Let me guess, you’re Palisade.”

“In the flesh. You see, it’s because this muscular barrel and plot that I can be the bounce- wait, they call it a riot shield in the force. Not that there have been riots in Riverside in like forever, so I guess I’m the shield of the police. Look, even my cutie mark is a piece of palisade with a shield crest on it.”

“I’m blind.”

“Oh… oh. Right, youe eyes are kind of misty. Aren’t they supposed to be like blue and buggy? Hey, you know what always cheers me up-”

“What drugs are you on?”

“You mean right now or in general?”

“Forget I asked.”

“Hmm… sooo you can’t move and you’re blind, right?”

“At least your hearing is in working order- hey, what are you doing down there?!”

“Umm… checking for deeper wounds. Yeah, that’s right.”

“With your muzzle? I can feel your hot breathi- ha aah??”

“Just leaning in to see better.”

“You licked me!”

“An accident. I tend to lick my lips while concentrating.”

“Then lick yours, not mine! I’m a warrior, not some infiltrator wh… hmm… aren’t you disgusted by me?”

“You’re a pony with chitin instead of coat, sharp teeth, and fly wings- oops, currently without those. Your mane is dry and still sticky with goo in place, but you’re still a pony, especially down here. Honestly, I’m more curious than bothered.”

“I see that- well, feel that your head is still between my thighs.”

“I didn’t hear a clear ‘go away’ yet.”

“That’s a reaction I wasn’t expecting.”

“Riverside is a boooooooring place. I’d move away if it wasn’t for the steady traffic of tourists from all over the world. Excitement like this is completely unique. A minotaur here, a diamond dog there, but you changelings can shapeshift into anything.”

“Trust me, the only way I could shapeshift now is if you put me inside a press.”

“You know, there might be something in this for both of us.”

“Oh? Are you interested in… damn, just pretend I’m wiggling my backside seductively.”

“Now you’re speaking my language. So, how about that? I get something new, and you get a bit of… soft touch and I heard you could feed of of lust. Think of it as a little something, a painkiller maybe. I don’t want to sound full of myself, but I often get compliments for my skill.”

“Hmmm, so why don’t you stop talking and make me full of yourself?”

“Mmphmh.”

“Eee- eeeager for a pony.”

“A mare knows how to please a mare.”

“Less- haah- less talking. K-keep g- going. Mhmmm.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Hmm, this quickly? I guess earthpony mind is this easy to break. Isn’t it, pet?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Drop the formaliies, we don’t have much time. You like when I call you a pet, right?”

“Yes.”

“Obedient, loving pet full of desire. I can feel it flowing through me already. Keep going.”

“Mhph.”

“You thought I had to bite you, earthpony. What a foolish superstition. We changelings can go with magical mind control, hypnotic voice and eyes, chemical triggers in our saliva and all other fluids. Of course, we have venom sacks as well which are the most potent. You’d love me to bite you and wipe you completely clean, right? To be my protector on the way back to the Hive, to offer me your body and mind for food and pleasure, and then to feed all my kind for the rest of your days, right?”

“Yessss...”

“Ahahahahaha, so full. This was so easy. Foolish ponies thought they could restrain me, but with just few words they are mine. I’d have preferred to fight my way out, but a changeling has to use all talents at her disposal, even those normally… beneath her.”

*Knock knock*

*Click*

“Damn, who-!”

“Sorry, miss Pali-sade, miss angry. Am I in-ter-rup-ting some-thing?”

“The idiot. Get rid of him!”

“Miss Pali-sade, what are you do-hnng?!”

“Should I kill him?”

“I'm stuffed, he's useless to me now."

“Miss Pa-li-s...”

*Thud*

“Hope that noise didn’t wake up the bat. I have enough energy now, just let me fix these wound- aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

“Mistress?”

“It doesn’t work. It hurts! IT HURTS! I’m on fire! IT’S GETTING WORSE! IT’S NOT HEALING! It’s not healing. It hurts… it hrrng...”

*Gurgling*

“Haaah haaaah haaah haaah. I… I’m… dead… too damaged… crippled… forever...”

“Mistress?”

“May… as well… release you. Nothing matters… anymore. I’m beyond... help. A burden... to the... Hive.”

“Huh, what? Puff?! PUFF?! What did I do? Earth below, breathe, Puff, breathe!”

“What by Luna’s stars happened here?”

“Oh… yes… it’s the… bat. Time to meet… my fate. I did all… I could.”