Finally Home
Neither Chip nor Twilight could quite believe it. They held on to each other, in silence, their heads empty of thoughts. It seemed like this whole mess started years ago…how much time passed anyway? No, that was not important now. They wanted to savor the moment – get a feel for their bodies once again…
And of each other. Chip was still wearing his pony guise, so he felt the warm body of Twilight nearby – her chest was steadily rising and lowering with her breath. Her coat tickled his skin. Her hooves connected on his back in a hug gave him comfort. He felt something new – under his heart, a heat was rising. It didn’t feel threatening – it might as well been a left-over thing from this whole mind-melding.
The colt looked down at Twilight – she tilted her head upwards to meet his gaze.
“How do you feel?” he asked in his own voice. Celestia, that felt wonderful.
“A bit sore…and very tired,” chuckled Twilight, also enjoying the sound her own mouth gave. The smile on her muzzle softened a bit, and her ears lowered slightly as she asked: “And you? Does it…hurt?”
“I’m tired too…but nothing seems to be hurting-”
“You know what I mean,” she whispered, breaking eye contact.
“Oh,” said Chip after a while. “That…I told you. I got used to it. You needn’t worry, I got it under control.”
“I’m sorry,” blurted out the mare.
“For what?”
“You know. What I did to you…”
“Oh,” sighed Chip, looking away briefly. “You don’t need to be. Let’s just forget about all this mess. It’s in the past now. Let it stay that way.”
Twilight shrunk a bit and gave out a small chuckle.
“If it only were so simple…flip a switch and forget…”
“We’re tired. We’ll feel better once we get some rest,” reasoned Chip in a soft voice. He felt compelled to brush the mane off her face. As he did so, the mare looked briefly at him, before turning away, blushing.
“You’re right…tired. I wonder how Spike is doing…”
“Oh.”
* * *
Leaning against each other, the two managed to climb the stairs to Twilight’s bedroom. It was an exhausting endeavor, and they were close to collapsing by the end of it.
The small basket in which Spike used to sleep was covered in pillows. It didn’t make a sound, and Twilight and Chip decided that if the baby dragon was asleep, they best not wake him up. Having to explain what had happened in their current state could end up in more confusion than necessary.
With the last of her strength, Twilight rolled onto the bed. The mattress felt divine – soft, comfortable, a totally different world compared to the hard floor they spent many, many hours on.
“Goodnight,” smiled Chip, turning away and dragging his feet towards the staircase.
“Chip,” hissed the librarian, making an effort and pushing herself to a sitting position.
The stallion stopped and looked at her with a half-conscious gaze.
“Don’t go.”
Tired, Chip slumped into a sitting position, puzzlement on his face.
“Why?” he asked in a whisper, eying the basket. It didn’t move.
“You don’t have a bed…and you might fall off the stairs in the dark. You can…you can sleep here,” offered Twilight, moving to the side of the bed. “There’s plenty of room…and it feels really...soft.” She again collapsed onto her bed, waving a hoof at Chip.
“Are you sure?” groaned the colt, forcing himself to stand up and approach the bed.
“Yes. But only for sleeping. Uh, you know what I mean,” yawned the mare. Her eyes were fighting a losing battle with the comfortable bed and tired body.
“What else can you do in a bed?” asked Chip. He didn’t expect an answer – he was too tired to listen anymore anyway. The bed was really soft. And bouncy; just enough to make it feel really comfortable.
The colt was on the verge of consciousness in a matter of minutes. He took a deep breath. He felt Twilight beside him; she smelled of relief and comfort, mainly. There was something under the surface too, but it was too subtle for the tired mind to identify. Maybe in the morning…
* * *
Spike woke up after a restless night of on and off sleep. There were screams, banging, and all sorts of weird noises coming from downstairs. He didn’t budge from his basket, just like Wub told him to. Cautiously, the baby dragon peered from under his pillows – he scanned his surroundings, noticing two lumps under Twilight’s bed sheets.
Hesitantly, the number one assistant put away the pillows and stood up. He still couldn’t see the heads that were poking out from the covers. He had to move. But he promised not to…frustrated at this point, he looked around for something to aid him. The mirror at Twilight’s drawer! Yes, it was tilted downwards, helping him see what was in the bed!
Her best friend was sleeping, her purple mane a total disaster, as always in the morning. Just to her right was Wub, with her white mane all over the place. That one had her mouth wide open, but surprisingly no snoring was heard. Their bellies were moving rhythmically and they looked perfectly fine. So all was good?
Cringing, Spike took a step out of his basket. The world didn’t end, nor were there any explosions or sirens, so he followed up with his other foot. Nothing. So far so good. Little by little, the baby dragon approached the bed and looked at Twilight’s head. Horn was where it was supposed to be, coat as purple as always, no strange marks or signs on her muzzle. It was all good.
The memory of Wub’s hungry eyes, the stare that chilled his whole back...no, it was a bad idea to wake them up. It was best if Spike wasn’t in the room when they came to. Who knows what the hay was happening. Maybe downstairs he’d find an answer.
* * *
Chip woke up first. He closed his dry mouth, running a tongue over his sandy lips. Straight of the bat, he felt the fresh scent of emotions – fright, curiosity, those came from somewhere below and were faded. A lot closer were comfort, happiness, and that covered up scent that felt like…huh. Intriguing.
The changeling shifted to look at the purple mare. The back of her head was all he saw. He touched it delicately, retreating when she shifted and turned to him. He was afraid he woke her up…but no, she was still sleeping, a faint smile slapped on her face. Her hair was a total mess – stiff, divided into strands that poked out in different directions. Most of it obscured her horn and eyes, causing Chip to giggle silently. She looked cute, if that was the right word to use.
As delicately as he could, he slipped from under the cover and down onto the floor. His joints snapped as he moved them about, causing a little bit of relief to ripple through his tired body. His mind felt fresh, though. All that transpired just a few hours ago felt like a bad memory now, something that couldn’t have really happened.
Chip looked at Twilight yet again, wondering how she'd feel after waking up. Would she remember any of it? Would she still like him? The mare did live in his body for a short while…she might think he was a monster now. More so than before, at least. Hopefully, that wouldn’t hinder the research that still had to be done - the silly task that seemed so insignificant now, after all these intense, life-changing events.
As the colt made his way down the stairs, he thought hard about it. There would be a lot of words to put into a new report, and they needed to decide what was important and relevant. Discovering how magic works on changelings was monumental, yes – but they would need to back it up with the story they agreed the Princesses didn’t need to know of. Maybe Twilight would change her mind now, that everything was okay?
Chip was going to enter the laboratory, the doors to which were in really bad shape, when he felt a smell come from the kitchen. Someone was cooking. Cautiously, the changeling peeked around the corner and saw Spike overseeing some pot with boiling water. That’s right, he totally forgot about the baby dragon!
“Um, Spike,” began the colt.
The startled dragon jumped, spilling some water onto his belly.
“Geez, dude…uh oh,” gasped the dragon, falling off his stool and retreating into a corner. “Twi, please don’t eat me! Please!”
“Settle down, Spike. It’s me, Wub,” said Chip in a reassuring voice, slowly approaching the scared dragon.
“Y-Yeah? What is the fifth law of spellbinding, variant C, special rule I?!” Spike yelled in defense.
Chip stopped and squinted in confusion. “What?”
“Oh…okay. Then you’re not Twilight. Phew. So everything is normal now?”
“Uh, y-yeah…what was that just now?”
“Well…hehe…I figured that Twilight would recite the rule even in her sleep. I guess that wasn’t the brightest idea, huh?” blushed the baby dragon, much to the amusement of the changeling.
An awkward silence fell between the two. Some water began spilling from the pot, snapping Spike back into reality.
“Oh, uh, care for some breakfast? I made too much anyway.”
Chip’s groaning stomach was answer enough. He took a seat and waited patiently as the dragon finished up preparing pasta, covered in some red goo the dragon got from the freezer. Hopefully, it wasn’t some kind of red wasabi.
* * *
Twilight gradually woke up from a dreamless sleep. She felt stiff all over and her head was pounding in a steady beat. She moaned and put her hoof forward, expecting to feel Wub’s fur. He wasn’t there. Hesitantly, one eye opened. The image was unfocused, so the other eye came to the rescue. Their forces combined, Twilight was able to look around the empty room. No Chip, no Spike. Some sounds were coming down from the staircase.
The mare pushed herself down from the bed and reveled in her joints snapping into proper positions. The librarian looked at herself in the mirror – her muzzle was smiling right back at her from under the storm of a purple mess on her head. She levitated a comb over, noting how the thudding in her head intensified, and gently brushed away until her mane settled down, unmasking her glowing horn. She looked good. Her mind felt fresh, contrary to her body, which was probably still a bit sleepy. She gave herself a shake and slowly descended the stairs.
The smells and voices from the kitchen drew her in. The mare saw Chip sitting at the table, noodles dangling from his face; Spike was looking at him intently, a mentoring expression on his face.
“Right, good. Now, draw them in with your mouth. Just suck them in.”
“Like tfis?” asked the changeling, his full mouth distorting the words. He bent down slightly and begun sucking the pasta in, really slowly, his chest heaving.
“No, you’re breathing again, not sucking the noodles in. Didn’t you suck on a pacifier when you were small?”
“A what now?” said the changeling, making his meal escape his mouth onto his plate. Spike deadpanned while Chip looked down, clearly amused. “It fell,” he commented, cocking his head.
Twilight couldn’t help but giggle at the scene. Chip and Spike jumped slightly, turning to the mare who was standing at the doorframe.
“Twi!” shouted Spike, running up to her dear friend and hugging her “You’re up! How are you feeling? Does anything hurt? Are you hungry? Did you sleep well?”
“Settle down, Spike,” smiled Twilight. “I’m alright. A bit stiff, but fine.” She looked at Chip, feeling her lips curl up into a smile. His muzzle reciprocated.
“That smells delicious,” said the mare, sniffing the air and approaching the table.
“I can’t tell,” shrugged Chip, not letting his eyes off of Twilight who sat beside him.
Spike observed as the two stared at each other with those stupid grins slapped across their faces.
“What were you doing down there? Huh?”
“Oh, uh,” they stuttered, looking away.
“Long story,” shot Twilight.
“Complicated. Maybe later,” added Chip.
“Okay, whatever. You guys will have to share the food though. I already ate mine, and Wub never has pasta before, so I was trying to teach her how to do it properly. But she just doesn’t get it.”
“Really?” asked Twilight. “Oh, uh…Wub?”
“Help yourself,” replied the changeling, pushing the dish between them.
“It’s really simple,” said the mare, levitating over a fork and stabbing at the pasta. She drew in a few strands and put them in her mouth. “Now, all you do is…suck!” And with that, the pasta vanished in her mouth, some sauce splattering over her lips. “Oh, excuse me! You try!”
“Okay.” Chip looked really focused. He stabbed the noodles violently and managed to pick up barely three strands. He put them in his mouth and sucked. Probably more air got into his belly, but in the end the food vanished in his lips.
“Not that hard, see?” smiled Twilight, picking up another forkful of the pasta.
They ate in silence from the same dish, each entrenched in their own thoughts. Chip was happy that Twilight didn’t cringe at the sight of him, but wasn’t sure if this wasn’t just a play; the mare herself was thinking back to her experience with his body, and how to thank him for helping her.
They both didn’t notice as the last of the pasta lifted into the air in between them. Each was sucking on their end of the food, and soon their muzzles turned so that they faced each other.
The two snapped out of their thoughts when it was all said and done – the last of the pasta disappeared between their pressed together lips.
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AH LADY AND THE TRAMP! MY CHILD HOOD RETURNS!
Classic. Lady and the Tramp scene.
twilight and chip sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g
I just kept hoping you wouldn't go there.
And then you did.
CURSES! THE CORNY STRIKES AGAIN!
*wonders what happens next*
I can almost hear the Italian music...
Spike's pov: LESBIANS!
"Let the ship sail!"
1019627
Haha, no kidding!
1019627>>1019642>>1019650>>1019670>>1019686
That scene in particular was my favorite. That, and the songs in the fox/animal version of Robin Hood.
I was raised on Disney stories.
So yeah, go ahead, call me corny, cliche, whatevers.
I read a really sad fic today. So today, I want Chip to be happy, even if he doesn't understand it yet, the clueless rock
XD I lol'd so hard that that last line!
You, my good man, deserve an award!
1019661
I go where I wish!
*takes on Twilight's voice* Stay away! This is MY fic! And I'm going to WRITE IT!
1019707
I call you...awesome.
LESBIANS!!!
You shut up.
Perfect L&tT moment, though I did kinda see it coming.
I'm glad that Chip is definitely getting shipped with Twi.
...
can't... hold...
baaaack....
Twilight and Chip, sitting in a tree,
Kay-Eye-Ess-Ess-Eye-Ehn-Gee,
First comes love, then comes marriage,
THEN COMES A FOAL AFTER A FORGOTTEN CONTRACEPTIVE
1019746
Man... Just, just don't temp me. I'm after reading a fic about raising a foal.
Just.
Just don't tempt me.
Originally, that scene wasn't supposed to be in there. Those were supposed to be hayfries. And it was supposed to be boring.
Buuuuut, as I said somewhere earlier, I have no control whatsoever over what happens
And I'm glad I don't.
1019758
Well, the moment Twi hits her Heat, Chip's either going to drown in Lust or be shown the facts of life... in a very lively, hooves-on fashion.
...
I should stop giving you ideas.
At least I didn't say "Broken Condom"
I just did, didn't I.
The Student and the Trickster.
Classic.
...
I wonder how Twilight's tongue would fair against Chip's fangs.
(IMAGE DESTROYED, MWA HA HA HA!)
1019650 You motherfucker.
1019807
Nobody said it was her tongue that would do the poking around...
There was no mention of tongues at all.
Gosh, you people react strangely to a simple noodle-eating scene
1019834 Oh so his fangs would have to deal with a second- (TO HOT FOR TEEN)
D'awww, look at all the shipping XD
Did I help inspire this with my comment about them possibly forming a romantic relationship in the last chapter? Either way, it was very very cute and full of romantic awkwardness.
I guess the spark of interest has been started between them, although Chip really isn't familiar with the sensation I suppose. Hah, the aftermath of that last scene should be hilarious to see.
There were several errors I saw:
“We’re tired. We’ll feel better once we get some rested,” reasoned Chip in a soft voice.
"rested" should be "rest"
The mattress felt divine – soft, comfortable, a totally different world compared to the hard floor they spend many, many hours on.
"spend" should be "spent"
“Chip,” hissed the librarian, making and effort and pushing herself to a sitting position.
"and should be "an"
“You don’t have a bed… And you might fall off the stairs in the dark… You can… You can sleep here,” offered Twilight, moving to the side of the bed. “There’s plenty of room… And it feels really… Soft…” She again collapsed onto her bed, waving a hoof at Twilight.
I think you meant Chip instead of Twilight, but I'm not completely sure.
Discovering how magic works on changelings in monumental, yes – but they would need to back it up with the story they agreed the Princesses didn’t need to know of.
Should it be "is"? Not sure if it should be past tense or not.
That's all for now, can't wait for more awkward romance haha
As much as I find this shipping to be cute
I worry that this will lead to a bad path, even if the changlings never find where he is again, Chip will only live for about 4 years (based on the words of the author) and that will lead to heartbreak...so I'm hoping that if this continues that they will somehow find a way to extend Chips life.....if not.......RAGE
1019670 *And Spike is all like, "Awwww, yeah! Time for da hotness!"
1019707 What fic?
Aw yeah!dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Lyra_dealwithit.png
Hoo boy. Never fails. Everyone just has to try the shipping thing at least once, right?
But you got to be careful when shipping OC's with mane six. Early works on my story "Alliance" made Rainbow Dash have a crush on one of the humans (who looked like a pony at the time). Thankfully that never made it to the internet.
However, I may pair her with somepony else...
In case you were wondering, no, I am NOT trying to get you to read it, because that's inconsiderate.
This is a great story my friend
I read ALLLL the chapters, in 1 hour. BRO HOOF /)*(\ 
1019707
ahh, good 'ol Disney.
the spaghetti eating scene is such a classic in romance stories, i loved that you put that in there. even if it is a little corny, damnit, we need some corn! because y'know what? Corn is like, the best food ever! it's awesome and tasty and you can do a shitload of stuff with it! we can make fuel out of corn, that's how cool it is! anyone who has a problem with corny things has a bad opinion, and they should feel bad!
1019791 QUICK! Edit it! Edit it with fire!
1020016 Well, somethings already happened with him a Twily, plus the fact that he is most definitely not your run of the mill Changeling, so.... I think we're good on tha' mate!
1020379
too late, it's already spread to the Author!
oh, Illistrator preserve us, we're all doomed! doomed I say!
1020190 I don't know. I made a relatively populer(by my standards) ship with Dash. It faired well and also sprung out a ship with Fluttershy and Twilight. All fared well(again by my standards)
1020397 What hath thou conceived. Thine mental contemplation hath birthed a beast most foul!
To mine MOOOON!
1019650 that line works better if you switch the name positions.
1020408
Already there.
TO THE SUUUUUUUN!!
1020417 Not if I defeat thou in a contest of speed. Now, where shalt we traverse from here? Ah that is right, to thy SUUUUNNN!
On a more related note, I'm itching for the next chapter to see the aftermath of this.
1020433
Oh definitely.
I hope one of the others walks in on them. It's going to be funny enough seeing Spike's reaction, but if, say, Fluttershy was looking in the window? Seeing what looks like either a mare she was introduced to as a random pony, or a large colt with a horn and interesting wings, what do you think she's going to do? freak, and then tell everypony about it.
1019758
You're reading all these awesome ideas, right? Right?
Rarity's also a good one for spreading scandal. though how she'd justify peeking into Twilight's windows is beyond me...
Or Featherweight posts an article about Twilight having a supposedly "Alicorn" coltfriend. Maybe something about "Not enough Alicorns in her life" or something to that effect?
1020408
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couldn't resist :P
1019725
you reminded me of this video:
She Reads All Day
1020475 Well, what with how odd the two acted during the sleep over I could understand Rarity getting curious.
Coming over for a visit.
Catching the kiss through a window as she drew near.
Then telling everypony...
The...
Best...
Possible...
Thing!
1020500 Best Trolestia pic EVAR!
ohhhh they are in love
cant wait for the next 
1020507
Yeah, I can totally imagine her running through town, practically telling everypony that Twilight's hiding a large, buff stallion Alicorn in her tree-house, and making out with him over breakfast, because they're so deep into their relationship.
It'll make it all the more awkward later, when the other 5 of the Mane 6 go combing through the library while Twi and "Wubs" are out, trying to find the mystery stallion.
1020529 The authors going to kill our main OC's later in his story for instigating this, you do realize this, right mate?
1020398 Proves that you're good at being careful.
1020544 More like damn lucky hahaha. Especially since Dash was shipped with a blind pegasi stallion, Fluttershy with a emotionally ravaged Scoltpony and Twilight with a Vampony mare that is feared for what she is, but simply wants to fit in.
That's not careful, that is pure dumb luck!
1020543
MUAHAHAHAHA!
My OC isn't in this one
But if he was, that would be awesome.
Don't know what he'd be doing, though, he's a professor, a scientist, not a Xenobiologist or anything like that. He studies long-distance and interdimension teleportation, not changelings...
1020562 My main Oc isn;t either.
Human, wings, prosthetic lower legs, specialized metl on part of his neck and a metal plate holding his right jaw together and blind in his right eye. And that's sucks for him for two reasons.
Firt is that all that has happened,
Second is that his story is currently ongoing and I plan on making him wind up much worse, both physically and mentally.
I'm jus' saying, he's going to have Chip stumble upon two horribly mutilated characters.
"And there they were. Obviously savaged and partially eaten by manitcores. One was a pony, scientist from what little remains indicated. The other was what appeared to be a bald Diamond Dog with wings. It had it's stomach torn open and guts strewn everywhere."
Hahahahaha
1020587
Chip would have no idea how to react.
And Quantum would probably be torn apart by something from between dimensions, not a mere Manticore. He is capable of Teleportation in combat.
1020614 But all it takes is a nick from the poisoned tail to get that crap in your systems, its all down hill from there. If it makes you feel any better, maybe he'll add in that your remains had burns from Dalek lasers.
You know, shipping is a very touchy subject for me, but I think you've handled it pretty well so far. Nay, I should say very well. I like how gradual you've made it, you really did well building up to it and now it's coming to fruition in the best possible way.
But I have to ask... Spaghetti for breakfast? Really?
Twi-Chip? Twi is jumping onto the Chip ship?
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Just read entire story in one day. You, sir, are an amazing writer!
This should have over 10000 likes, not 270!