A lone changeling ran. His wings were folded against his back. His hole filled legs beat upon the stone paved road. He panted, his greenish blue tongue rolling out of his mouth. He was in the deserted streets of Canterlot, the capital of ponies.
Today was the royal Canterlot wedding of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and Shining Armor, captain of the guard. But, unknown till recently to Shining Armor and his queen, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza was actually his hive mother in disguise. The real princess was supposed to be in the cavernous jeweled caves below Canterlot. The reason his hive mother had switched places with the princess was so she could get close to Shining Armor. Shining Armor had cast a strong spell over the castle to protect it from any kind of threat.
Even though any potential threat had already been safely behind the shield. It was best to pretend to have to need to break the shield in order to attack. That way, the ponies cold be more scared. The changeling warriors were more for show. They struck fear into the enemy's heart, and were the ones to tie up ponies in organic goo that they made from their unhatched eggs.
Sometimes, there was an egg that doesn't hold a live changeling larave. Those were made into goo for capturing the prisoners. The prisoners had their love energy sucked out and left dizzy and nauseous in the goo. Then that love energy was sent into a large egg-like container far away, hidden in the wastelands. It was safer than keeping it here where it could very well be shattered.
What was supposed to go according to plan was that she reveal herself during the honeymoon. If it was during then, they could of gathered enough love to live for at most a year without attacking yet another land. But during the wedding, his hive mother encountered unexpected resistance with a pony she thought broken. So, she revealed herself as a hive mother, and ranted on about her 'evil' plan in order for the changeling warriors to crack through the barrier shield. Therefore causing chaos, and allowing for the resisting ponies to be silenced for at least a few minutes more.
It was surprisingly effective. Ever since the onslaught of his hive, ponies had run to the safety of their homes, leaving the streets unhindered. He could move about freely without worry. Unlike the other times. Times when he had to maintain the disguise or else he'd lose his life.
An involuntary shudder passed through his body at the thought of what could of happened had he lost his disguise. Now he only had to wear the lightest of disguises. His true self must not be revealed to any pony. If he were in his true form, he would be more vulnerable. So lost was he in his thoughts that he did not see the mare he ran into before it was too late.
The mare had been holding a door open, so he had fallen into her house. She was completely white. There was no color whatsoever on her. She had a mane that was very long, long enough to drag at the floor. A single paintbrush that had been dipped in cherry red paint adorned her flank.
She was quite tall. The mare stood shakily on all four hooves, and backed away from the changeling. He opened his mouth showing her his fangs. A scream tore from her mouth, and she jumped over him. Using all four hooves she ran away from the house.
The mare went into the street, and hurried to the palace. As if that would do her any good at all. He nodded at her retreating figure, and climbed up onto his own hooves. There was nothing of interest in the enemy's home. But as his hoof left the doorstep, he heard a faint cry of distress come from up the stairs.
It sounded a whole lot like the call a changeling larave made when it could not find its birth parents. The changeling halted. An insect-like appendage that was used for hearing things twitched. He turned back to the stairs. Out of curiosity, the changeling approached the stairs.
He climbed them one by one, slowly, in case one of them turned out to be a trap. They led to a small hallway that contained a room. The room had a white door with pink hoof prints splattered all over it. A name was scribbled over the door. “Magenta Glimmer.”
It read. He cocked his head at the door. Ponies had odd customs of naming everything with a different name. It looked awfully confusing to the changelings who didn't have such a system. But then again, ponies felt love.
Changelings ate it. The cry came from the room again. He walked over to the room, and put his hoof on the door. It swung open to reveal a pink and white room. Pony toys were scattered everywhere, as if their were some sort of explosion of pony toys.
There was a bookshelf that resembled a flower filed with short, thin books. Curtains had been drawn in the room as if sunlight was not permitted to enter. But there was one thing that really got his attention. A cage-like container was in the middle of the room. Inside was pillows and blankets.
He raised a single eyebrow. Why were there blankets in this cage-like container? He tapped a blanket with his hoof. It felt soft to his touch. The blanket moved.
He withdrew his hoof in surprise as a very small pony suddenly came out from underneath the blankets. It seemed to be nothing more than a baby. Now he understood what the cage-like container was for. It was like a cocoon sack for changeling larave that got too out of hoof. The baby pony was black, just like a changeling.
But her mane was the color of the night sky highlighted with a lime green streak. She had a tiny black horn, and bright green eyes. Since there was so much pink in the room and that the baby pony had long hair, the changeling quickly decided that the baby pony was a girl, therefore called a filly. The filly looked at him without any sign of being afraid. The changeling studied the young filly. She was beyond adorable.
But the filly seemed a little thin. She also looked like she had just been crying as well. He glanced at a sign above her pony cocoon. “Magenta Glimmer; Status, Orphan. Rate for the possibility of being adopted 12%.
Chance that she will not be, 97%.” The changeling frowned. Why wouldn't any one adopt the poor little thing? He stretched out a hoof and touched the young Magenta Glimmer. She smiled, her eyes growing large with glee.
The changeling was so concentrated on the little Magenta Glimmer that the tough disguise he wore began to melt away. His eyes changed from greenish blue with no pupils to one with pupils. These ones were golden colored. His legs turned from holy, stick-like legs into more of a pony's legs with holes. His mane and tail appeared, blackish blue with dark greenish highlights.
His wings became slightly more taller. His face became more angular, like a deer's face. His fangs now were slightly smaller but still there. His greenish blue tongue was now forked. The little Magenta Glimmer touched his hoof with one of her own and looked into his eyes.
The changeling's eyes glistened with tears that did not fall. She grinned, and nuzzled his hoof. “Dada!” She cried out. The changeling shook his head slightly, unable to make any form of speech in reply.
Magenta Glimmer wrapped her other hoof around his. He stared at her as she cooed. She hugged him with her tiny hooves. He stared at her, tears welling in his eyes. She acted so much like…
He shook his head, and placed Magenta Glimmer on his back. She would be happier there, able to play more. She looked at him and cooed at him again. Despite his will, a smile spread across his face. Then a pink shock wave was sent throughout the city.
It blasted into him and pushed him out the window. He glanced behind his back to see to his horror that the little filly was hanging on to him with all her might. A very surprised look was on her face. He reached behind his back and grabbed her. She looked at him for a few seconds, then clutched at him with her tiny hooves.
“Dada!” She cried, this time as if in question. He only held her tighter. With her cradled within his hooves in order that she wouldn't fall to her death, they both plunged to the barren wastelands that held his home.