11 Accept No Substitutes
Chapter Eleven
Accept No Substitutes
"Well," I said, looking west to where the sun neared the horizon, "I think that's all we can accomplish today. General, will we have the pleasure of your company, tomorrow?" Please say no, please say no, please say no.
"The captain and I will remain in the city tonight."
Worse than I had expected. "I'm afraid we don't have much in the way of provisions. I don't even know what you eat besides..." I left it unsaid, but we both knew what I was referring to. What else did changelings eat when they weren't sucking the love out of poor, deceived ponies?
"We sometimes enjoy flesh." She said the word with a hiss as if she were imagining the taste. Eww!
"We don't have any of that to share," I said, striving to keep my revulsion from showing.
She chuckled low in her throat. "No matter. We have our own... provisions."
"Oh?" I hadn't seen any saddle bags, and I was curious, despite myself.
The general nodded to where the four smaller changelings stood, waiting. "They will nourish the captain and myself."
"What?!" I couldn't stop myself from reacting, and the instant I saw the general's lips twitch, I knew she had deliberately been probing me. I got hold of myself and said, as calmly as I could, "I'm afraid that we ponies find cannibalism distasteful, so you will forgive me if Jigsaw and I return to the library to dine alone."
The general actually laughed out loud at that. "Oh, nothing so crude, princess! In fact, I think you will find this very interesting. It is something that I do not think any outsider has ever seen before."
She certainly knew how to get my attention.
She turned to face the drones and began to dance. No, really, that's the best way to describe her movements, even though they weren't anything like any dance I'd seen before. Two of the drones responded, moving and stepping in patterns that matched or complemented the general's. They moved nearer and nearer to each other until their horns were nearly touching. I felt—something. Not like magic of any kind I knew, but definitely an energy of some sort. After a few moments the general lifted her head and stepped back. The drones sank to the ground, clearly exhausted.
"Aaah," the general sighed with satisfaction.
The captain repeated the whole procedure with the remaining two drones, while I observed closely and Jigsaw scribbled furiously in her notebook.
Afterwards, the general dismissed the drones, and they flew off, fairly unsteadily, in the direction of the changeling hive.
"Thank you, General," I said. "That was very interesting indeed."
"My pleasure, Princess! And now we can spend the evening together, getting to know one another better."
Oh, goodie.
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After dinner, we lay around the fire going over our findings of the day.[1] I soothed and coaxed the little books I had found back into some semblance of flexibility while Jigsaw showed me her sketches and notes. Her drawings were really exceptional. "I'll go over them in ink when we get back to Canterlot," she told me. "They'll look even better then."
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[1] With the exception of the cornucopia building, of course.
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"May I ask why you are so interested in a failed civilization?" the general asked.
"You don't think there is any worth in studying the past?" I replied.
"We have our traditions," she said. "Stories of past victories, of tactics and tricks that have served well. Such things are worth remembering. But the ponies of this place were failures. They died out or fled. What can you learn from such as they?"
I bit my lip for a moment. I had to force myself not to go into my standard tirade about the value of all knowledge. "If we discover why they failed, it might help us to avoid making similar mistakes."
The general considered that for a moment. She motioned at the books in front of us. "Statues, old walls, and trash will tell you that?"
I really clamped down on the anger that had risen in me when she'd pointed at the old books and said "trash." I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Each piece, alone, might mean little, but, together, a larger picture can be built up. It's a method that has been proven again and again."
"I see," the general said. "But it still seems like a great deal of trouble to go through for such uncertain gain."
Jigsaw jumped into the conversation. "Some of us enjoy the process for its own sake. Isn't there something you enjoy doing, just for the joy of doing it?"
The general smiled. "A few things, yes. Though, perhaps, you would not appreciate or understand them... as I do not understand your 'archaeology.'"
"I would like to try to understand," Jigsaw replied.
She seemed to be having better luck at communicating with the general than I had, so I contented myself with half-listening to them talk as I opened one of the books.
The smaller one, bound in red embossed canvas, turned out to be a foal's picture book. My spells had restored the colors of the illustrations somewhat, but they were still slightly faded. It was the story of a young colt, who wanted to make a special gift for his mother on her birthday. He tried many different things, always failing in humorous ways, until he finally asked his grandmother for advice. That's when the racist propaganda started.
It was startling. The book had been so simple and pleasant until then. But wise old grandmare imparted the following wisdom to the little colt:
"Unicorns do not make, my dear! The lesser races make and we take!"
"How can I do that, Grandmother? I am so small and weak."
"With magic, size does not matter. Our wise leaders have given us the means to take all that we need! Come, and I will show you."
The opposite page was a picture of the two of them walking through the city. I flipped to the next page—and then hurriedly flipped right back. I looked up, but Jigsaw and the general were still deep in conversation and hadn't seen the cartoony, but unmistakable, picture of the interior of the cornucopia building.
I needed to get rid of the changelings.
I set the book aside, yawned and stretched. "Oh, my! I'm pretty worn out from all the excitement today. I'm sure the rest of you are tired, too. Shall we turn in?"
They all looked at me, Jigsaw with a puzzled expression.
Okay, so I'm not the most convincing actor in Equestria. I hurried on. "General, I'm sure you won't take it amiss if I put up my shields as I usually do. I'll be using a double enclosure technique, which will take up quite a bit of room, so you may find it more comfortable outside?"
Yes, it was pretty lame. But I was improvising on the spur of the moment. Even if the general didn't believe me, I hoped she'd take the hint that the ponies needed some alone time. What I didn't expect, was that Jigsaw would be the one to object.
"You can set the shields to let me in, right? Because, I'd kinda like to keep talking with the general for a while." Jigsaw flicked the big bug a look and then stood up. "We can go outside so we don't disturb you. Maybe walk around a little."
I was stunned. This was the pony that had been so terrified of the lone changeling that she'd wanted me to kill it? She was seriously proposing to take a casual stroll around the dark ruins with one of Chrysalis's chief thugs? I was speechless for a moment, and then, "I... don't... uhmn... do you really think that's a good idea?"
Jigsaw bit her lip and looked away for a moment. "Yes, I think so. They're not like us, Twilight... but they're not stupid. The general would have nothing to gain by harming me."
Before I could reply, the general stuck her own oar in. "What she says is true. I would give you my word... but we both know my word is worthless. I would betray any oath if to do so would gain advantage for my hive."
"Uh... If you're trying to reassure me, that's not helping," I said.
"Honesty is valued among ponies, is it not?" she said as she rose from the floor.
"I'll be fine, Twilight," Jigsaw said. "We won't—"
"Wait." I got up and walked over to her, my horn glowing to life.
Jigsaw shied away from me slightly. "What are—"
"Hush," I said, a bit sternly. "Stand still. I need to touch you for this to work."[2] I tapped her poll with the tip of my horn. "There! Now I'll be able to tell where you are for the next few hours. I will also know if you become upset, afraid, or angry... and I'll be able to... respond." I turned to the general. "Have a nice walk."
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[2] I didn't, of course. That was a lie for the general's benefit.
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I settled back down and picked up my book, trying not to grind my teeth. Jigsaw stood where she was for a long moment and then walked away, the general following her. When they had gone, I looked up. The captain was laying about as far away from me as possible while still being in the rotunda. I sighed. I might as well go through with the rest of the charade.
"Captain?"
She flinched. "Y—yes, Your Highness?"
"Could you please move out into the hall? I'm going to set up the shields, and they will pretty much fill the room."
She scrambled up and darted through the doorway. Out of the light of the fire, I could only see the eerie blue of her eyes in the darkness. I felt a little guilty for causing such fear in her. But I guess that was the whole point of my "demonstration", wasn't it? I couldn't have it both ways.
I shoved aside the growing fear that I was messing up the whole expedition somehow and began raising the shields. Precision work was even better than deep breathing exercises for calming me down. I wove in the exception,[3] specifying a female unicorn, which might have been too particular, but it took more concentration, which was good for me right then.
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[3] A matrix designed by my BBBFF, BTW.
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The second, outer shield was more in the way of a responsive energy shell, with a few additions based on what I'd improvised the morning the changelings had surrounded us. In theory, it would allow me to create new spells, even when under an abjuration. I was pretty sure I wouldn't use it, but it was good to get practice casting it, as I was sure I'd be experimenting with it when I could do so in more controlled circumstances.
I rolled out the city map and put a couple stones on it to hold it open. I moved my saddlebags so that it was hidden from the hallway where the captain was and cast a simple linking spell. Two marks appeared on the map: a horseshoe for Jigsaw and an X for the general. They were in the street outside, moving slowly away from the library. I mentally traced a boundary of a few blocks radius. If they got further away out than that, I'd teleport out to check on them.
With that done, I went back to the foal's book. Yes, the illustration was definitely the interior of the cornucopia building. What's more, it was just as Jigsaw and I had found it: no magical horn—just an empty pedestal.
I would have smacked my head into the book with angry embarrassment if it hadn't been so relatively fragile. Every time I made an unwarranted assumption, it came back to bite me. Because it was called a cornucopia, I had assumed it would be a curled ram's horn, like in the legends. But it had been named for what it did, not what it looked like.
In the book, the grandmare showed the colt how to use the device. She stood before it and held a strong mental image of what she wanted, in this case, a fresh apple. "May I have an apple, please?" she said, and one appeared on the pedestal.
That was about what I expected. Magical synthesis of food from hydrocarbons, based on existing patterns, was pretty impressive, but I knew it was perfectly possible in theory.
Then, in the book, the colt tried asking for a necklace for his mother. I expected a series of comical, ugly results, looking like a young pony's bad drawings of a necklace. But, again, my assumptions were way off target.
The colt got nothing. On several attempts. Then his grandmother advised him to think of how much he loved his mother, imagine how beautiful she would look wearing a fine necklace, and to try again. That time it worked. The last page was a large drawing of the colt hugging his mother, who was wearing an exquisite, bejeweled choker. Yes, it was a child's book, simple and cartoony in its style, but the last page had been drawn with a great deal of care, and it was obvious that the jewelry was much more detailed than could be imagined by a young pony.
Magic just didn't work that way. Without conscious guidance, an exact template was needed. Was the foal's book an exaggeration? Or was I missing something? All very possible. But the only way to find out for sure was to get my hooves on the cornucopia, and that wasn't going to happen as long as our changeling keepers were shadowing us.
That thought made me glance at the map. Jigsaw and the general were only a street away, and no longer moving. I looked over at the hallway and saw that the captain was lying in the doorway, alert but still and silent. I sighed. I could just whip up a hard shield around the city tomorrow, flinging out our unwanted guests, so that we could get on with our investigations. I could—but there was a chance for something to come out of this situation. An understanding? Maybe an alliance? Whatever it might be, it would be worth a little[4] frustration, even if just for the outside possibility.
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[4] Okay, a lot.
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I decided to look through the second book and found a ledger of debts and payments that were, oddly, enumerated in hours and grouped by "item." I went through it looking for patterns, but found nothing immediately obvious. It had many names and cutie marks noted, and a couple of lines that were abruptly truncated with the words "debt forgiven," but nothing else of interest.
I put the ledger aside and thought about brewing a small pot of tea. There was no way I was actually going to go to sleep until Jigsaw came back. I glanced at the map again: They hadn't moved. Well—maybe just a little. The horseshoe and the X were nearly overlapping. I squinted at the map thoughtfully. No signal had come from the tracer I had put on Jigsaw that would indicate she was fearful, but—there was something there. Something not quite right. I cursed myself for not specifying broader limits on the spell when I had cast it, but I had only intended it for an alert, not general surveillance.
I got up and walked through the shields. The captain leaped to her hooves and backed away from me. I almost winked out right there, but I reconsidered for a moment. If I suddenly popped into existence right next to the general without cause, she would know I was a lot more nervous and affected by the situation than I was comfortable revealing. They were only a street away. I could walk.
"I'm going out for a short while, captain," I said to the cowering changeling.
"I will accompany you, Your Highness," she said.
"No need. I won't be long."
"I... my orders..."
I really felt sorry for her. Who knows what would happen to her if she disobeyed her orders? So—purely for the selfless motive of helping her out of her quandary, I slapped a small gas-permeable shield around her.
"I've drunk a lot of tea tonight, and there are some things ponies prefer to do in private, Captain. I'll let you out when I come back. Please feel free to tell your... superiors that you were prevented by me from following your orders to the letter." I trotted out the door to the street.
I decided I would brew up a pot of tea to share with her when I got back. Maybe I could get her to relax a little. Did changelings drink tea? I knew that Chrysalis had when she was disguised as Cadance, but did they like it? Well, I could find out.
I went around the block the long way, thinking I might just take a peek around the corner without letting Jigsaw and the general know I was there. If I was being a silly worry-wart, I could just back off without disturbing them. I didn't want to derail what seemed to be the beginnings of a promising understanding between our species, after all.
When I got to the corner, I heard no conversation, but, rather, muffed noises that sounded very like some sort of struggle. I brought up three offensive matrix patterns as I stepped around the corner—and froze, my jaw dropping in shock. There, half-way down the block, was Jigsaw, passionately kissing—me!
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Looks like Changelings will soon have a home in all the brothels and other sexy places ponies go to for... Stuff... Yeah, stuff. Lets go with that. And kissing!.... sometimes....
3562831 As if they didn't already.
I'm starting to think that Cornucopia machine had a flaw......one that may have ultimately lead to the creation of the Changeling species.
"Unicorns do not make, my dear! The lesser races make and we take!"
Speculation: The Cornucopia doesn't conjure or transmute items to create it uses teleportation to steal things. Which is actually no less impressive, it can read a unicorn's mind search for what that unicorn wants and then bring it to the city from a Celestia only knows range, and given that it supplied a city of thousands its mass limit must be huge. If Celestia knows about it I wonder why she didn't try to copy it herself. There's plenty of potential for theft and corruption in conventional transportation anyway, the regulation and oversight wouldn't need to be that different from what already exists and the logistical benefits to Equestria as a whole would be staggering.
Haha!
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Thanks, guys! I really appreciate thoughtful, clever comments like these!
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Twilight walked back to the camp in a daze, merely going through the motions as she released the Changeling captain before entering the shield while her mind went over what she had seen in an attempt.......oh buck it, how was she supposed to plan her way out of this?!
'A talk, that's what's needed. I just have to have another talk with Jigsaw......and somehow convince her that making out with Changelings using my form is a bad idea. That'll work......right?!'
*Some weeks later*
Twilight sat and stared at the "Dusk's House" with a violently twitching eye as she spied dozens of disguised Changelings. But they weren't disguised as anypony, oh no, each and every one of them was disguised as her (Princess Twilight Sparkle)!
Then she turned to glare full force at Jigsaw who was dressed in odd flashy/furry clothing with lots of sparkling jewelery.
Jigsaw for her part looked frightened of the Princess. "Ummm........I....don't know....what....went right?" She said nervously with a heavy blush as she tried to slowly/subtly move away.
Back at the Castle the Royal Guards noticed the mushroom cloud rising from one end of Canterlot. Normally such an explosion would warrant several squads and backup, but given the explosions noticeable purple hue and the fact they knew what the changelings in that building had been up to gave the Royal Guards an excellent reason to stay away for an hour or so.
3567156 Pfft, that last sentance is a lie! They would be sad as now they can't play with 'princess twilight sparkle' too!
I mean, why else did they become royal guards than to look at royalty!... After... I meant look after royalty... Yeah 
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Oh, you guys!
Oh yeah-- and now I have an urge to draw "Pimp Jigsaw", which I am going to violently repress!
3569423 Repress! Only in this story tho. You could always do a side-story that's an alternate turn about to this one
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You think that's bad? My imagination keeps trying to conjure up a image of Jigsaw dressed as "Doctor Detroit".......or Austin Powers in the second movie.
Ah~ I do love it when the skills of changelings are utilized consentingly.
OMG Wut teh hek is goin on in last sentence of teh chapter?
Alright, I had this theory last chapter but forgot to mention it, but I'll go ahead and get it down in a comment this time: the cornucopia does not magically create food (and other resources), it steals them.
*whistles*
Awkward scene incoming in 3... 2... 1...
I think the only thing that needs be said about that cliffhangers is: D:
Chapter 11: Shields up, Captain!
>>>I shoved aside the growing fear that I was messing up the whole expedition somehow and began raising the shields.>>>
Just then, the entire changeling swarm attacked:
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Under the command of their Queen:
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(Hee hee!)
Well, this story had a "Teen" rating last time I checked, and no "Sex" tag, so... I'll keep hoping this doesn't dissolve/devolve into a clopfic.
Saw this coming
Annoying in this instance, though very logical and it does present an idea for changelings I hadn't thought before about unturned love.
Um... okay, her obsession over Twilight has taken a turn towards really weird.
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So confused
y u do dis jigsaw
3569423 please do it. I'll pay you a dollar when you come to BABSCon.
Called it!
What the??!!!
Ha, that ending
Well, I'm glad that my story-sense hasn't deserted me! Called it about the Cornucopia!
It... is a simple enough transaction. The General gives Jigsaw the thing of her dreams and deepest desires and the General gets in return the purest wellspring of the thing that gives her kind power and strength. I'd be more grieved that Jigsaw's heart is so smitten than anything else. Still, Twilight would have a right to be angry at the use of her image in such a way.
What if the General is actually Chrysalis in disguise?
Hey they might start prostitution business......
no comma after silly.
Haha, the best part about changelings. They could make a fortune with that.
Cya
Raziel-chan
oohh, the title of the chapter is "accept no substitutes" but at the end, the General is "substituting" for Twilight! very clever.
oh fun!!! (voice dripping with excessive sarcasm)
THAT TWIST!
7781585 A twist indeed but... one I saw coming...
MOstly because I almost always expect such antics when shape shifters are involved
Oh... um, okay? In hind sight this shouldn't have been a surprise but in truth it was.
7656329 sorta like how Twily summons food!
Wow...
I was NOT expecting that ending!
Hmm. Just reading this for the first time, and I assumed that Jigsaw might ask the chainglings to drain her of her love for Twilight, given that unrequented love is not much fun. This might be part of that process...
Been a lot of fun so far. Though I'm still wondering why Twilight is burning those books at the start. Assuming they weren't changling centric love novels, or twilight slash fiction.
lol
lmao as soon as i saw the map symbols were overlapping, I saw what was coming from a mile away.
The unicorns of this city were thieves. The General gave Jigsaw exactly what she wants. Jigsaw accepts a substitute.
¡Nice reference to the Marauders' Map from the Credits of the Prisoner of Azkaban!
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"Just gonna pretend I didn't see that."
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You know the old saying “Eavesdroppers never hear well of themselves”?
Clearly not true
The very moment Twilight said the marks were overlapping, I KNEW what was going on.
Celestia dammit, Jigsaw...
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She's a complex girl, our jigsaw...
10110970 Is that a pun?
That is a pun!
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A play on words! (He who would pun, would pick a pocket!)
This general is giving me some bad juju. Loved the little bit of world building with the Changeling SUSTENANCEDANCE.
And oh DANG, that picture book. Man, that's REALLY telling when a children's storybook has racist propaganda in it. And it might just lead to more clues about the cornucopia!
Oh oh now this is clever <3
OH GOD I REMEMBER THIS my own clone etc
Yup I think I've hit the point now where I can't put the story down. Gonna try to get through as much as I can within the next hour-ish until dinner. Assuming Discord doesn't distract me too badly.
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Oh, Jigsaw, you poor thing. . . My heart breaks for you. We've all been there, just wanting it to all go away.
I can't believe I never read this story prior to now, I can't put it down!