Chapter 1: Welcome Class!
Tippy like all changelings had a wonderful name that ponies could never respect. That was one reason the treaty was going down horribly with them, but oh well, this story isn’t about the treaty that happened 5 years after the invasion of Canterlot. It is about Tippy attempting to teach some younglings about morphing.
“Welcome class, please settle down!” Tippy barged into the classroom of excited hatchlings. In one holed hoof he held a suitcase, and upon his neck was a white and red striped tie. Like many changelings when they were home in the hive, he had morphed something on him to stand out. Sadly, it was the fashion crimed white and red striped tie.
“Who are you?” A young hatchling demanded.
“You new teacher in the wondrous fields of changing and morphing! Mr.Tippy!” He tried for the dramatic introduction.
“What happened to the old bat- I mean, uh, Miss Grizzle?” The same one asked. Tippy knew this changeling, as he knew every single changeling in the hive. All four thousand two hundred and 5 of them.
“Well, Jiggles, she is retired and now scolding younglings worse than ever- I mean giving them pats on the back!” He gave a slightly nervous grin. No one talked bad about Miss Grizzle, for if she found out... Everypony shuddered to think.
“How do you know my name!” Jiggles demanded.
“Mind powers.” Tippy said sarcastically.
“Woah…” Sadly, Jiggles believed him. “Oh, oh! What am I thinking about now!” He demanded.
“I don’t care about your thoughts, because they obviously aren’t on morphing!” Tippy snapped.
“He’s right!” Jiggle screeched.
“Shut up!” Tippy yelled once more. “There will be no screaming in my class, it gives me a headache.” Clearing his throat once more he wrote in horrible handwriting, for many changelings couldn’t even read and write well, ‘Mr.Tipeh’ on the blackboard.
The irony was, to become a teacher one of the tests was to know how to spell your name correctly.
“So, lets begin.” Tippy grinned.
As Mr.Tippy began what was probably a long boring lecture, Jiggles and his friend, Trip, began to focus very hard on screaming inside their heads.
“I don’t think this is working, Jig.” Trip whispered.
“You’re right! He must be blocking us out so he can concentrate on teaching better. We must scream louder in our thoughts!” Jiggles whispered back.
“No, I mean, what if he was jo-”
“What are you two younglings doing?” Mr.Tippy demanded as the two hatchlings whispered back and forth with scrunched up faces and hooves on their heads as they concentrated.
“Why don’t you tell us, mind-reader?” Jiggles demanded in a serious voice. He had to test the power of Mr.Tippy again.
Mr.Tippy’s face dropped and he face-hoofed. “Don’t tell me… You are really trying to give me a headache with your minds? I was just jo-” He was cut off by a rather girly scream from Jiggles.
“Aiiiieee! He read my mind!” Jiggles screeched and passed out.
“What is wrong with that hatchling?” Mr.Tippy growled. Sadly though, it was no longer just that one changeling who believed Mr.Tippy could read their thoughts, it was now half the class. “So. if any of you were listening, we are now going to try to grow some manes!”
With a puff of green fire Mr.Tippy grew a long female mane.
“I thought only mares wore their hair like that.” A female changeling commented.
“We are changelings, who cares?” Mr.Tippy demanded. “I mean, we can change gender anyway.”
“How do you change gender? How do you tell genders?” Another one asked.
He blushed slightly. “That is for later, like, years later. For now lets just focus on growing some fabulous manes, hmm?”
The class cheered and sprouted all sorts of hair, but not all of it was on their heads.
“MR.TIPPY THERE IS HAIR ON MY STOMACH!” Bumble yelled in panic. “HELP! IT TICKLES!”
“Calm down, calm down!” Mr.Tippy rushed to her side. and looked down in fear.
Indeed, all over the younglings belly was brown fur that continued to grow longer by the second. Somehow this hatchling had managed to conjure up an ever-growing mane, but on her belly! Accidentally bashing her head against his in the attempt to get their horns to touch, he managed to get rid of her stomach hair and she let out a sigh of relief, but just as he was done with that crisis, another soon appeared.
“MY MANE IS MADE UP OF FLOWERS! I AM ALLERGIC TO GIRLY STUFF!” A bunch of fake sneezes followed.
Mr.Tippy walked over and waked the hatchling on the back of the head. “Don’t be sexist, honestly with us being able to change gender and our leader being a mare, you would think we were past those things by now.” He glanced at you, breaking the fourth wall. “Oh, oops!” He said and the story resumed.
“Just turn the flowers into hair!” Mr.Tipsy said and walked off to help another crying youngling, too bad it was a bit more than morphing problems.
The youngling was a mare who had successfully made a cute short black mane that slowly turned blue at the tips.
“What’s wrong, you did it perfectly!” Mr.Tippy gasped. A hatchling had actually done something without his help!
“I-I know!” She bawled. “But why do we have to change, am I ugly?” She cried. “Is it because I look like a bug?” She stared at him with circular blue eyes.
He bit his lip. “What, no! You are perfectly fine looking. We all are, just, this is an easier way to feed off of ponies!” He said, awkwardly patting her shoulder.
She sniffled. “Th-thanks Mr.Tippy, you knew exactly what to say… It is actually kind of creepy, I needed to hear those exact words too…” She glanced at him, no longer crying and snotting. “You knew what to say! Ohmigosh,youreadmymind!” She loudly hyperventilated. Her words were so loud the rest of the class heard and stopped giggling at their mane choices.
Trip shot up, his tiny wings flapping and struggling to keep him aloft. “MINDREADER!” He screeched and followed in his friends hoofsteps and passed out.