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// (Ch 2.5) Voices and movements 
// Story: Metamorphosed 
// by Applefai 
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While in the cocoon, Spike and Scootaloo drifted in and out asleep, occasionally waking up to see the silhouettes of their friends through the water and their groggy vision. They heard their muffled voices, on how it'll be tough to adjust to their new bodies, on how transformations will take time and practice to perfect.

On occasion, Scootaloo would hyperventilate and Spike would gingerly caress her and stroke her hair. When she calmed down they would fall back asleep.

One day they awoke to see a silhouette of a young changeling, she was probably not much older than the crusaders and they could only see a few distinguishing features. She was arctic blue with a light amaranth neck fin and her eyes were a moderate cyan.

Then a familiar voice spoke to the one looking at them, it was king Thorax. "Don't worry, they'll be safe. They'll also be able to help you." He said to the young drone.

Spike and Scootaloo fell back to sleep as they left the chamber. The metamorphosis was going great, Spike could already feel Scootaloo forming an exoskeleton as her eyes changed from a pony's to a changeling's eyes. Spike held on to Scootaloo as he kissed her forehead in his sleep.