“So it begwens!” The small changeling spoke in a sassy tone of voice, her withered and wild mane tied into two bouncy pigtails.
Eyes glowing a bright and sparkling green hue, a single sharp fang poking out from under her top lip as her tail was extra poofy this day. Her tiny hooves titter-tattered across the long marble floor, she made sure to keep her distance away from the group of ponies.
She didn’t know why but she felt the urge to make them all cry, as if they had stolen something from her before. She wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but if she had to say it would probably have been her dolly.
Tiny black hooves began to ache as she came to a stop, panting softly the baby changeling held her breath until her cheeks started to turn a bright rose color. Tiny lime green wings suddenly sprang to life, fluttering wildly as they lifted the child up into the air.
The small hooves of the changeling weakly flicked the lock of the kitchen open, she placing all her strength into pushing the door as it swung open. Her cheeks burning a now bright red while her eyes searched the room, high above atop the fridge she spotted a large crystal cookie jar, flying over.
Landing beside the jar on the fridge, she let out a series of quick pants as her whole petite body was shivering in place. She hated holding her breath, but it was the only way to get her wings to flut-flut.
Tiny hooves smacked the jar lid off and onto the floor with a thud, her lips forming into a wicked grin as she hung onto the rim of the jar. Reaching inside her tail swished side to side in excitement, poking back out she held two hooves full of cookies.
“Mwahaha! All cookies are mine!” She hissed aloud in triumph as she began to stuff her mouth full of double chocolate chip goodness.
Light bronze crumbs littered the muzzle of the greedy little child, her cheeks bulging outward from the stacks of cookies filling them. She could only giggle aloud in happiness and reach inside the jar, removing a few more goodies from deep within the darkness.
“Mine! All the goodies are mine!” She gave a giggle as a loud burp followed out afterwards, her gaze glanced towards the nearby counter in awe.
A large pitcher of ice cold milk was left out in the open, the green bangs showering over the child’s eyes in shock as she tossed a cookie to her side from her hoof. Smacking her lips softly she held her breath, small round belly protruding full of cookies as her wings struggled to lift her off the fridge.
She felt her cheeks burning wildly a she wobbly flew down from the fridge, almost missing the counter as she gave a gasp for air, her small hooves barely clinging to the edge weakly. Her chunky little frame swinging side to side frantically, the changeling whimpering aloud in worry as she pulled herself up with a thud.
Her round belly heaving up and down cutely as she let her gaze flow up to the ceiling, the tiny child lifting her head up to the side, her eyes sparkling like diamonds at the sight of the milk.
“You look so Pweety!” The tiny black filly crawled on her belly sweetly to the pitcher, weakly lifting herself up as hooves barely wrapped around the sides of the glass.
“Heehee! You so cold!” She burst into a fit of giggles and tilted the pitcher, small muzzle scrunching up adorably as the milk started to pour.
Ice cold milk flowing down the throat of the child as she felt a bliss like none other, drinking her fill within seconds before she smacked her lips in joy. Muzzle dripping with icy cold milk, her tongue licking the crumbs of cookie off the sides of her lips.
She was now beyond full her belly so round and tight, yet she knew the ponies would be here soon. She had to make sure nothing was left, the greedy child tilting the pitcher as she chugged ounce after ounce of milk.
Reaching the halfway point her eyes suddenly widened out in horror, the tiny hooves letting the pitcher free as she stumbled backwards. Her whole body shivering in pain, her tummy on fire as it groaned aloud hurting.
“Ooooh! Rumbly Tummy!” She would whine and whimper, backing off the counter as she hit the floor with a thud.
Tears filling her eyes within seconds as they cascaded down her cheeks, her tummy was in so much pain and her butt hurt from the fall. Unable to move she began hugging herself in discomfort, sobbing sweetly in place as she wanted her mommy to hold her close.
“Mmmm. I hope we find some cookies and apples…” Dash softly poke her head into the room, eyes widening in horror at the scene before her.
“Nooooo!” The blue filly collapsed on her side in tragedy, the fallen bodies of cookies everywhere as a trail of spilt milk was flowing off the counter.
“What is going on?” Twily gave a cute canter inside, gasping in surprise to the black filly crying on the floor in pain.
“That greedy butt! She ated the cookies!” Dash began to pound small hooves on the floor in a pout.
“Dash! We need to help her, she’s in pain!” Twily gave a small huff to the pegasus who suddenly pushed her to the ground.
“No she isn’t egghead! But she’s about to be!” Dash stamped her tiny hooves over to the sobbing changeling, ready to start wailing upon her.
A sudden push from the side made Dash tumble to the ground, Twily standing in front of the new creature in a protective stance.
“Move aside egghead!” The pegasus gave a high pitched growl.
“Nuh-huh!” Twily stood her ground shaking wildly in fear.
“Then once I’m done pounding you! SHE’S NEXT!” Dash gave a loud scream at the top of her lungs, lunging towards the unicorn in anger.
A battle in the kitchen had begun!