//------------------------------// // Suspicions and Choices // Story: Primevals and Conduits // by KukriRyuTsukino //------------------------------// “Mother Bucker! I want his bloody carcass on my doorstep by yesterday!” Fancy Pants yelled as his mane was a mess. He had bloodshot eyes and his clothes were ripped in places where he clawed at them. This creature, no, this obstacle was crippling his empire. And he was not happy with that. Fleur cowered in her corner as Fancy thrown things around his room like a crazed man. “W- We're trying boss. B- but he's just too powerful. W- We don't have the weaponry to stop him.” Whimpered a stallion. Fancy swiveled and punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground. Blood pooling around his nose. “Don't give me that Bullshit! I've given you the top weapons on the black market! You can't get any better than this! I don't how, but I want this mother bucker dead. Overload the Celestia damn weapons for all I care!” With that snarled, Fancy lifted the stallion with his magic and threw him out of the room. Fleur knew that it was her turn now. With no one else or anything else to take his anger out on, she was his new target. ‘When we first met, he was such a nice stallion. Where has my Fancy Pants gone?’ Fleur thought as she was once again the target of his abuse. Punches, kicks, and being used like a cum dumpster. ‘Please, someone save me.’ She thought as she was used, tears spilling from her eyes as an unwanted orgasm tore through her body. Delsin sat on top of the Statue of… ponykind? He didn't know. It was the Statue of Liberty but replaced with a pony. “Fucking hell. Be a vigilante and be on the run that will end up with twice the amount of ponies after my ass. Or be a guard but with the normal amount of criminals on my ass and having to follow orders.” Delsin was having an inner war with himself. Ever since he became a Conduit, everyone wanted him dead. But here, he could start over. Be a hero. Like Superman. He sighed and looked into the night sky, thinking of what his brother would say. “Yeah. He's right. I gotta do this.” He stands and uses Video surge to give him wings, then begins his flight to the city of Manehattan. In the city of Canterlot, Celestia was looking at her sister like she had grown a second head. “Wait, run that by me again, I think I have misheard you Luna.” Celestia says cleaning her ears. “I offered him a job as my personal guard and a place to stay. Sister, with a being this powerful, it is best to make him our ally rather than an annoyance, or worse, an enemy.” Celestia knew her sister was right. And sometimes she hated that. Celestia sighed and said. “Your words ring true. But who knows, maybe this is just a front and when he gets the chance, he'll strike! I just don't trust him. He even encased you in stone! How can you not trust him?” Celestia expresses. She was running out of excuses, and fast. “Yes, but he released me soon afterwards. He was just trying to intimidate me. And besides, you should have seen him in battle. I don't think I've ever been so wet.” Luna says with a blush. Celestia blushes and yells out. “Luna! Don't tell me you're… infatuated with him!” Luna looks away only confirming he worries. “Luna, you know that old law! If one of us finds a mate we have to share!” Luna sighed and rolled her eyes. “Yes, and that law was made by the council. And we know that if we suggested to take it down they would disagree. Trust me Tia, at least meet him, he may surprise you.” Celestia sighs in defeat, though she had a secret herself.... as Twilight wasn't the only student she had now, though the other was far to the south, engaged on not only a goodwill mission, but also an investigation mission. “Okay. But if I don't like him you can not go after him. At least until I find a way to void that law.” Celestia said fondly before she hugged her sister and walked away, her mind clouded with worry. Luna squeed and teleported to her room. “Tomorrow, hopefully he has chosen to protect us tomorrow.” The mirror in her room shone and her opposite came into view. “Well, well, I haven't seen you this happy since your time as me.” Nightmare Moon said checking her own fingernails which were sharpened to a point that they could be used as a deadly weapons. Luna scoffed at her comment. “Yes well, you should have seen him. I wonder if he likes our night.” Luna said like a school filly thinking about if her crush was thinking about her. Nightmare obviously took note of this. “Oh don't tell me your crushing on wondercolt.” Nightmare groaned. Luna didn't pay attention to this and got out a sketchpad from her bedside stand. “And your going to make a sketch of him and yourself. Let me guess, on your balcony looking at the night sky?” Luna perks up and says. “Oh! That's a perfect idea!” Nightmare facepalms and the mirror goes back to being normal. Through the morning Luna first makes the outline of herself and Delsin before putting the sketch pad away and going to sleep. Meanwhile in the Badlands of Equestria, the hive of Queen Chrysalis is on the brink of destruction. Flames engulf changeling drones as they try to run from the intruder. Several dozen changeling guards surround the Queen as she stares on in fear and pain as the hive mind letting her know every single death her children are going through. Claws scrape against the ground as a group of dragons enter the throne room of the hive. Their leader, Garble. “Well, well, well, looks like the Queen is hiding behind her walls, let's knock ‘em down boys.” The dragons are barely even scratched at the poor weapons the changelings have. The Changeling Queen let's out a tear as she prepares to teleport. “I'm sorry my children.” She whispers as the tear hits the ground. And with a flash of her green magic, she's gone. Garble smiles and sits on the throne. “It's time for some new dragon lands. You better get ready Spike, I'm coming for you. And then, the rulers.” He says to himself and then the others. “All of you, get as many on our side as possible. Tonight, the Changelings. Next month, those damn ponies.” He smiles devilishly as he laughs in triumph. Outside a few miles away. Queen Chrysalis exits her teleport. She tripped on a rock and she fell onto the hard and dusty ground. Tears spilled from her eyes as she still felt each and everyone one of their deaths. “I can't go on, I'm a failure of a Queen. I have failed to feed my children and to protect them. Yet, why do I still live?” She looked up and with reluctance, knew what she must do, even if it broke the most basic of things taught to Changelings when they were larvae. Don't reveal yourself to ponies unless they have figured you out themselves. Little did she know, someone would help her without being racist like the other species of the world.