Wob Niar did not go to Rainbow Dash's funeral. They existed to give closure; She already had that. She got it when she let her former self go.
She finally pulled the blanket off before getting off the couch. One check outside the window of the quaint little cottage showed that it was around midday. She felt a tug at her leg, and saw a familiar white rabbit.
“Right, you want something to eat. Well, I'm feeling peckish myself, and we both know that I should probably eat first.” Wob said with a grin that showed off her fangs as the rabbit shuddered. She didn't actually eat meat, but Angel didn't need to know that.
Wob looked through Fluttershy's kitchen. She found the flavor of tea she preferred, and started up the brew before preparing a simple daffodil sandwich for herself.
As she chewed her breakfast, Wob reflected on her situation. She was grateful that Fluttershy gave her a place to stay, since she felt uncomfortable taking up Rainbow Dash's residence. She may have her memories, but it just didn’t feel right.
Wob had pretty mixed feelings about being in the body of a changeling. On one hoof, very few ponies here accept her. The racism was understandable, since their only recent knowledge of changelings was from that invasion of Canterlot a while back. This led her to adapt a disguise whenever she went outside, since she would prefer not to be stabbed again.
On the other hoof, though, she's glad she didn't take over the body and life of a normal pony. As far as she knew, changelings have a hive mind, and the one she took over was apparently cast out due to a genetic defect. That meant she wasn't hurting anypony just by existing.
The tea kettle started to whistle, so Wob took it off the burner and poured herself a cup. She watched the steam rise for a minute before taking a sip. The bitter drink burned the inside of her mouth. Still too hot.
Wob sighed and pulled out a carrot and some lettuce out of the fridge to make a salad for that ungrateful rabbit.
- - -
Once again, Wob found herself quite bored.
She began looking through Fluttershy's room. She knew that snooping through one's belongings isn't quite the nicest thing to do, but she was really just looking through the books. It just so happened that Wob figured that there's a chance she might keep a book somewhere other than on the bookshelf, which was full of animal care books anyways. Helpful, but not something to curl up with.
She checked under the bed for any books that she might keep under there, and was met with the sight of a box.
“Ah, there we go.” Wob said as she pulled the box out. “And hey, if Fluttershy really didn't want anypony to look through it, she would have locked it.”
Wob tried to open the box. It was locked.
“Ah.” Wob said with a flat face. She moved to put it back under the bed, when she saw a small book next to where the box was under the bed. She reached out, and managed to pull out the book.
Wob raised an eyebrow. It seemed to be called “Vanilla Under Moonlight”. The image on the front seemed to be two silhouetted ponies in an embrace in front of a waterfall.
“Looks like a cheesy romance novel.” Wob said with a shrug. She was about to put it back when she noticed the name of the author.
Rose Quill
“Well, what do you know?” Wob said, her eyebrow going back to its raised position. “If I had to guess, this is a cheesy lespony romance novel. Neat.”
She opened up to a random page, and started skimming. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks were stained with a crimson blush. She was wrong. This was an erotic cheesy lespony novel.
- - -
Wob looked up from the book when she heard the front door open, and listened to the hoofsteps. Fluttershy entered the room.
“Why didn't you tell me you had these books before you left? This is gold!” Wob said with a small cackle.
She stopped laughing when she saw the shocked and very pale expression on Fluttershy's face.
'Ah. This probably explains a bit.' Wob thought. “Fluttershy?”
The butter-yellow pegasus let out an “Eep!” before dashing to her room and slamming the door.
“Well buck me.” Wob groaned. She noticed an angry white rabbit tapping his foot.
“I'm going to go comfort her.” Wob said before getting off the couch. She walked up the stairs to the bedroom, then knocked on the door.
“Hey, 'Shy.” Wob said. “Listen, I-”
The door opened swiftly to reveal the face of quite an enraged pegasus, giving Wob a look that sent shivers down her spine.
“Okay, geez, sorry!” Wob said. “Sorry for poking around your room, I just wanted something to read, that's all.”
Fluttershy's expression softened, though only a little.
“If it's about why you have this book, don't worry about that.” Wob said. “I like mares, too. Well, I might like stallions too, but I prefer the fairer sex. It would be stupid of me to judge.”
The pegasus seemed quite surprised by that. “Y-you mean you're...?”
“That's what I just said.” Wob replied. “You'll get yourself a nice, pretty lady someday. Like deserves like, after all.”
Fluttershy blushed and shrank back a bit. “You... You really think so?”
Wob nodded. “I know so, 'Shy.”
The shy pegasus gave a smile that warmed Wob's heart, before hugging her. “I'm... So glad, Wob.”
The changeling chuckled awkwardly. “Oh, uh, for what?”
“To know I'm not alone.” Fluttershy whispered.
Wob blushed a bit. “Ah, right. Well, if you ever need to, you know, talk about it, I'll always be here, and always understanding.”
“Thank you so much, Rainbow...” Fluttershy said, her closed eyes tearing up.
Wob blinked. “Er... Wob. My name is Wob.”
Fluttershy ended the hug and looked away in shame. “Oh... Sorry...”
Wob sighed. “It's alright, I mean I do look a lot like her...”
The cream-yellow mare gave a sad smile. “It's just... I still can't believe she's gone... She was there for me for so very long... Um... You have her memories, right?”
The cyan changeling paused, then nodded slightly.
“When she d... When she di... When she, you know... Was it painless, at least?” Fluttershy asked, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Wob thought for a moment. “...Yes.” She lied.