“Okay Zen, welcome to Changeling Mating 101.”
“Yay!”
*Chuckles nervously* why couldn’t Hive teach you this...? “Okay, okay. So, I assume you know what your ovipositor is, right?”
“Mhm!”
“Heh, okay. So, I should probably teach you about orgasms.”
“Org-what?”
“Orgasm. It’s what happens when you have intercourse.”
*Crying*
“Aww... Pharynx, do something.”
“Why do I have to do it? Aren’t you supposed to do that?”
“Come on Phar, he’s crying! Do something!”
“No! Don’t you know how much trouble he’s put me through?!”
“Please?”
“Ugh... fine... but you owe me for this...” *he sighs and walks over. “Hey kid...”
*Thorax dragged Hero into he and Pharynx’s room*
“Pharynx!”
*Looks up from his book* “What is it now, Thorax?”
“I saw Hero doing drugs!”
“I was not!”
*Skeptical* “Show me.”
*Pulls out an inhaler* “See! Drugs!”
“...” *facehoof* “Thorax, you’re a moron...”
“What?”
“You know what, Pharynx? Someday, you’ll go far.”
“Gee, thanks Ve—”
“And I hope you’ll stay there.”
“...”
Pharynx, Dagger and Blue played darts. Dagger looked over. “Y’know what I just realized?”
“What?”
“You know how Kydra was Chrysalis' heir?” Blue nodded. “Well, since you two are in dating and if you mated or married, wouldn’t you technically be a prince?”
Blue blinked, then looked at Pharynx. “Ha! F**k you!”
Dagger winced. “Well... That would be true is Chrysalis still reined...”
Blue’s eyes widened and he looked at Pharynx.
“Haha! F**k you Blue!”
“...”
Usually, the comfort known as dead silence was the only thing Pharynx could trust nowadays. It was easy on his senses and it gave him a sense of peace and tranquility, something that was extremely rare for him.
But what was there to enjoy when Thorax wasn’t there?
“Pharynx…? You’re still not eating?”
“…not hungry,” the changeling gruffed, sliding his plate further across the table in a monotonous trance.
Pharynx’s throat ran dry as soon as he turned around to see who was standing behind him. Bezier’s jaw merely remained agape as soon as she saw the unicorn’s stone cold expression.
“Tempest... I... I...”
Her lips worked wordlessly, and her brow suddenly furrowed.
“Tempest, I-I’m sorry...”
She then firmly turned around and left the building.
“Tempest, wait! Please!”
“Please...”
For those of you who don't know, I'm an active art commissioner in this fandom. 
Unlike most people who focus on their OC characters, I commission a lot of canon art for the characters and ideas I really like. As such, I decided I'll start making little blog posts whenever I commission artworks, for you guys. :) For the sake of convenience, and for those of you who aren't on/aren't active on DeviantART.
(It took me a couple days to finally think of something for this. Consider that your warning. 
)
As a blue stallion and a green stallion loaded with saddlebags emerged off the trail in the woods into the clearing, they stepped into a sunny sky with birds chirping and a green valley stretching ahead of them.
“Bezier...” Pharynx mumbled in his sleep. “Bezier... Bezi—”
He was cut off when he felt a hoof being placed on his forehead. The changeling opened his eyes to see a dark purple unicorn with a hot pink mane... and a broken horn.
Pharynx squinted in disbelief. “Tempest...? Why are you—”
“Shh.” She put a hoof to his lips. “They said you’re only gonna be in here for a few more days.”
“...Why are you here?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she answered.
"Pharrrrrrr!"
"What?!"
"I'm boreddddd... can we go play?"
"Tell ya' what, I'll count to a hundred, you hide, and when I'm done, I'll find you."
"Okay!"
*Snickering* "Okay, ready-?"
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"
"Huh?"
“Yeah, I remember when I was head over hooves for Snapdragon back in the days. What about you guys?”
“Eh. Dunno about you two but there were quite a few ‘lings in the army that I had some form of attraction for.”
“Really now?”
“Mhm… heh, you were one of them, actually.”
“Heheh. I see. Bez, what about you?”
“Hm? Oh, me?”
“And despite all of that, it still made five million dollars!”
“That’s pretty shocking, yes… you got any toilet paper? This one’s out…” Pharynx asked behind the locked door.
Bezier looked around, seeing nothing but bookshelves. “No, just a bunch of reading material for some reason…” she eyed one book in particular sitting just atop a short shelf; a paperback with a black cover. She walked over to that shelf and picked it up before reading the title:
It had been a good hour of fighting, and the three changelings were getting tired. Their horns were smoking, at some points, threatening to overheat.
Pharynx ducked down. “Anyone close to overheating?”
“Yeah... RFM is taking its toll on me,” Dagger said, dipping his horn into the lake.
“Blue?” Pharynx looks over to him. “How are you?”
“Ah, I’m fine. I think...” he rubbed his head.
Dagger continued firing until...
Pharynx, to Thorax: Don’t do anything I would do, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There is a little grey window in there for you to operate.
Pharynx: “Scorch, keep an eye on Thorax today. He’s going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.”
Scorch: “Sure, I’d love to see Thorax get punched.”
Pharynx: *glaring, in a threatening tone* “Try again.”
Scorch: *sigh* “…I will stop Thorax from getting punched.”
Pharynx, Mitchell, Hive, and Zenex over look a large building.
Pharynx looked at the others. “Okay, so, that’s where the Blade soldiers are?”
Zenex nodded. “Mhm. And there are a lot of them,” he informed as they moved up towards the building.
“Okay, so how do we handle this?” Mitchell asked as they stopped at the door.
Zenex smirked a bit. “Leave it to me.” With that, he trotted inside.
Hive blinked. “How is he gonna—”
“So Cryo, you said you were a ticklish bug, right?”
“Heh, yep. Why?”
“Heh, well, you’ll be happy to know that I reign as the third most ticklish changeling here, behind Thorax and Pharynx, obviously.”
“No. I do.”
“No. I do.”
*And the two continued arguing like this for half an hour. Then...*
“You know what? There’s only one way to solve this.”
“Now where did Pharynx put the acrylics?” Bezier muttered as she rummaged through the shelves. “I swear, if he left any of them wide open, I’m not gonna be paying for them this time.”
“Check the bottom shelf.”
“Okay, sure, let me just—” Bezier froze, blinking. That was not Pharynx. At all. “Wait a minute...”
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