//------------------------------// // Drunken shenanagans, and a hangover. // Story: My Life as a Changling // by rainbowPOOTIS //------------------------------// “Pawny!” I nearly daww’d at the sight of Peeko pointing at Sugar and trying to identify her. “Peeko? I thought you went to sleep after I finished molti- oh… Loud noises woke you up?” She nodded her head. Great… my ‘shower’ woke Peeko up. *Knock, Knock!* I almost reflexively transformed back into Mirage, as both Sugar and Peeko quickly, but quietly, made their way to my room, while I went to the door. “Open the bucking door Shin, I know you in there!... *Hic*” ...Wow. Trixie is one mean drunk. Opening the door, I let a smashed Trixie and Gilda into the trailer. “The bars can’t even handle me right now!” with the coast clear, I returned back to my undisguised form. “They kicked you out because you were so drunk you kept missing your mug… and grabbed the bartender in you magic by accident.” I could see the faintest of smiles on gildas face as she said that, no doubt trying to annoy Trixie. “Shut up… Shin? are you okay? you look really pale.” “Uhhh, I’m fine. I molted. And no you can’t feel me, I’m really sensitive right now.” “I think I can see your veins. Your blood’s yellow, right? I forget.” “Yeah. You also said it glows in the dark...” Gidla walked up to me and tried to get a better look. “Trix, can you give me some more light here?” “Oh… *hic* kay.” Trixie walked around to the other side of me, and her horn lit up with a bright light. “Duuuuude. I can see your everything.” *Sugar’s POV* Now that I knew it was just her housemates, I no longer had the overwhelming urge to hide in her room, meaning I could peek out the door and… okay. Ew. just EW. it was gross, I could see her veins and the blood in them was yellow! And a lot of it was gathered around her… oh. right, the shower. ...wait a minute, where’s her intestines? or liver for that matter. and more importantly, if shes some kind of bug. why does she have a skeleton as well as a shell? I thought bugs had a shell instead of a skeleton! ...Holy buck. Does she actually have a second pair of lungs? There’s so much thats wrong with this picture. “Hey… *hic* Gilda? why is she all puffy down there?” A lot of her blood quickly pooled in her cheeks. She was blushing. “Stop looking at my part and pieces, you drunken perverts!” “She was in the shower earlier.” Everypony turned to look at me. “The shower head was too much for her.” “When she said she was sensitive, I didn’t think she… *hic* ment she was that sensitive… Now I have to ask, how many times?” “Seven.... ” “You want to make it eight?” Now it was time for everypony to look at Trixie. “What?” “Please don’t, I’m sore enough… ” I could practically see the gears turning in Trixies head. Sure enough, a wide grin graced her features and Gilda was quick to follow. I dived back into my room right before I heard a yelp and more moaning. I’m forced to live in a crazy house! *Still Sugars POV* *The next morning* Oh, sweet, sweet coffee, how I’ve missed you! “You look a lot more solid than you did yesterday.” Shinkiro, I had learned my captors name, had gone from a translucent milky white to dark gray overnight. Not quite back to her shiny black self yet. “Yeah, I noticed, I think the reason I’m so sensitive is because otherwise I wouldn't be able to feel a damn thing through my shell.” That… makes sense. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?” “Nope. Especially since I had to drag you out of there to get you to shut up.” She sighed. “Sorry.” We sat there for a while in silence. … … … *Rumble* I looked at Shinkiro who had a slight blush of embarrassment and knew exactly what it meant. I slammed my head into the table with a groan. “Just… get it over with.” I really hated how it felt when she fed off me. “I’ll try to avoid sucking you dry like the first few times I fed off you. Despite what you might think. I actually find it rather creepy to see someone as an emotionless husk.” I shuddered. I did not need to be reminded of that. It felt… wrong. “Now come here, I can at least make this comfortable for you.” I hesitantly approached her, somewhat reluctant to find out what she meant by that. The moment I was within her reach, she picked me up and held my back against her chest in a hug. Her shell actually felt fairly hard now, but there was still some give to it. Knowing that struggling would be pointless, I just let her hold me, waiting for the overly pleasant sensation that signalled she was feeding off me… One moment, I was relaxed, the next, I shuddered as a pleasant sensation ran up my spine. That sensation spread throughout me, leaving a warmth in its wake. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from making any noise. It felt so good, better than anything I’ve ever felt before. Everything blurred together until it finally stopped, leaving me feeling woozy, and ashamed of myself for liking it so much. “Uhh… can you please let go now?” “Oh fine… I need to give Peeko her share of energy anyway.” She let me slip back down to the floor and back to my coffee. I noticed a distant look on her face and was about to ask her when. “Food?” within the minute, Peeko had trotted into the kitchen, a curious, or at least what I think was a curious look, on her face. She quickly hopped into Shinkiros waiting forlegs a small smile on her face. “How..? First she tracked you down after you came after me, then she followed me into your room without being told anything when somepony was at the door, and now she comes looking for food the minute you mention feeding her? What gives?” “Hive mind.” “A what mind?” “Like I said, a hive mind. To put it in a way that you can easily understand, its a telepathic link shared between me and all my children, with me at it’s center.” “So you can talk to each other with you minds?” “Uhhh… Not without a lot of concentration. Its more like… Uh, how do I put this into words… God this would be a lot easier to describe if you knew what a centralized computer network was… AHA! I basically ‘see’ the raw thoughts as if I was the one thinking them, before they're even made into coherent words or images.” “What? I don’t understand.” “Ummmm, a transfer of knowledge, among other things?” “Oh… Wait, what do you mea-” *CRASH* “...Two questions. Why was Trixie hanging from the ceiling, and why does Trixie feel like she did something she will regret in the near future?” Trixie had just fallen straight from the ceiling onto the table. “Yes, you did do something you’re going to regret.” Oh Luna, Shinkiro looked ready to leap at Trixie and strangle her! “Lucky for you, I can wait before I deliver retribution…” A sudden look of surprise spread across her features. “well damn. took long enough!” She set Peeko down on the table, and quickly made her way to her room, with all of us following her. *Shinkiro* Its happening! I could feel… him trying to get out of his egg, so I followed the  sensation to the egg from which it was originating from. I had my face inches from it, waiting for him to break through the shell. after a few rather violent back and forth motions, a hoof puched through the shell, before he begun trying to push his way through headfirst, his… why is his mane a dark green, and his eyes are scarlet? At least Peeko’s mane color was explainable as a difference in pigment density, but this? Watching him crawl out, I noticed when he crawled out, he had a normal pony like tail, the same green as his mane, and he had a band of neon blue chiten around his stomach. Wait a minute… Red eyes, green mane, and a blue band of chitin? “Girls, say hello to Pigment!” “Trixie is going to go pester Gilda until she wakes up.” “Why are its eyes… solid?” “Thats normal. Hes a drone.” I gently picked him up, feeling the familiar tug on my energy that came with feeding my children. “There are different changelings?” “Well yeah. I guess you could say we’re kinda like ants in that regard. I think you can guess what that makes me.” “The queen.” “We have a winner!” “But then what does that make Peeko?” “A proto-queen, she’ll be my replacement if I die or when I become too old to properly care for my children.” speaking of Peeko, she had climbed up me to get a better view of Pigment, who was still held against my chest, and I now saw that he was roughly half the size of Peeko. “Isn’t he adorable? I mean, he like a kitten, just so tiny and adorable! how can you say no to a face like that?” I watched as Pigment stared at Sugar, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Can… Can I hold him?” “He’s probably going to lick you if you do. Thats what Peeko did to Trixie when she held her. Left a big streak of slime on her neck, and Trixie made the poor decision to try and wipe it off… Wound up with her hoof stuck in the slime.” “I don’t care, I’ve been covered in the stuff lately.” Oh, you would care if you knew what it essentially was, Sugar. “Oh fine.” I took a moment to address Pigment. “Just don’t slime her, okay?” I gently handed him over to Sugar, who held him firmly in a hug. “How does he manage to look this cute?!” Sugar was about to say something in addition to her statement, when Pigment decided to turn his head and lick her right across her lips, leaving a trail of slime, with what I swore was a smug smile on his face before he scamped down to the floor. Surprisingly, I didn't feel that much hatred coming from Sugar over that, at the most, it was a strong dislike… and embarrassment? “Heh, you’re starting to get used to that, aren't you? Or are you actually starting to like it?” The embarrassment coming from Sugar nearly tripled, causing me to give her a knowing grin. “Mmmhmph, mem mph!” She tapped the the gel wanting it off. I gave Pigment a disapproving look, before I picked her up, and removed the gel the fastest way I knew how: I kissed her. Setting her back down, I watched as she wiped the remaining saliva from her face. “Do you have to get it off that way?” “Well, its the quickest way.” “It’s not like I’m in a rush to get anywhere.” “Really? I thought you liked it when I did that.” Sugar shot me look and turned to leave. “I’m going to take a shower while I can, I haven’t had one in days.” “You do that. Lord knows you deserve one.” As she walked out of the room, Trixie, and a rather grumpy looking Gilda, entered. “Trixie, why did you wake me up!?” The sound of… did Pigment just chirp?. I did not know that we could do that. “...Oh joy... their multiplying. Just what I need when I have a hangover… And what's with its mane?” “Now, I’m not saying it was cultists, but it was probably cultists.” “...What.” was Gilda and Trixies simultaneous response. “Nah, I’m just messing with you, I have absolutely no idea.” Pigment turned around to give me a curious look, causing Gildas eyes to widen as she saw he had a perfectly normal tail, instead of the venomous stinger me and Peeko had. “Can you at least explain that?” “He’s a drone.” “Don’t give me that. He doesn’t have a stinger, he has an actual tail.” I sighed. “Gilda, thats the only logical explanation, and I’ve found no faults with it so far.” “Whatever.” Gilda turned to leave. Probably to lay back down. “Trixie for one, thinks it’s great that he doesn’t have a stinger.” “Yeah… I just hope hes not a biter with teeth like those.” And possibly venom, if what I did to that moraless monster of a pony was indication. “Not to mention he already seems to be showing the signs of a rabble rouser in the making.” “What did he do?” “Slimed Sugar after I specifically asked him not to. He was grinning like an idiot afterwards too.” “Trixie shall have to keep an eye on him them.” She gave him a bit of a glare. He smiled right back and stuck his tongue out. It was short lived, however, as she relented and sighed. “Confound you and your cuteness. If Trixie didn’t already have a hangover, you would be driving Trixie to drink.” “Do you really need to remind me that I can’t stomach alcohol?” “Oh… right. Trixie is sorry for bringing that up.”