The King raised his foreleg. Green fire sprouted from all around his fetlock, forming a burning blade.
“We didn’t want things to end like this. Eight, deal with the paladins.”
“With pleasure,” she growled, “Show me what you got, hornheads.”
The female warrior pounced at the trio, Celestia teleported straight behind the King, and Scathing Review hid behind Firm Fair on reflex, which the mare answered with a disgusted frown.
The King, facing the alicorn, bared his fangs in a cruel grin.
“You will become a perfect addition to my hive after your mind breaks from being a toy for all my changelings.”
He had to immediately jump away as a blast of golden light shattered the ground where he’d stood an instant ago. The princess didn’t relent in her physical and magical assault, immediately using her wings to cover the gained ground and swing the halberd at the King. Firm Fair gasped when sparks flew as the changeling blocked the blow about to slash him in half with his own magical edge.
“We gotta help somehow!” hissed Review.
“Then stop hiding and watching my backside,” Fair answered, still frowning.
That’s all the time she had before one of the paladins landed in front of her, and the female changeling called… Eight straight on him.
“Aaah!” Firm Fair recoiled and backed off over Review who got very intimately acquainted with earthpony plot when Eight snapped her jaws at her. Sensing no threat from the civilians, Eight quickly buried her fangs into the paladin’s neck before rolling to the side to avoid another blast of white light from the second one.
Unfortunately, while Celestia held her own and pressured the King hard, the now solitary paladin had no chance against the changeling warrior. Few punches later, his helmet flew away, and his neck got acquainted with Eight’s fangs as well.
“Rise, my slaves,” she laughed.
The two paladins rose like zombies, their eyes glowing with green hue.
“RUN AWAY! INFORM MY SISTER!” was all Celestia could shout before being struck to the side so hard she crashed against the cavern wall, one of her wings now bent out of shape. She wiped a stream of blood from her mouth, “FLEE, YOU FOOLS!”
That was the last straw.
Seeing their princess battered and bleeding as well as the two paladins slowly but steadily walking towards them, the trio of critics followed Sharp Tongue’s lead and broke into gallop.
“The princess came that way,” Sharp Tongue pointed his horn towards a hopefully empty tunnel from which Celestia had arrived, “it should lead outside!”
“But the princ-” Scathing Review looked back one final time, and pure horror made way on his face as he saw the King’s burning blade hit the princess’ side, cleaving the armor in a splatter of blood. One whimper later, he was following Firm Fair’s tail through the dimly lit tunnel.
Eventually, all noises but their hoofsteps and heavy breathing died down, and the group realized they got lost again… if they ever actually had the right direction. In another cavern, this one with a central pillar leading all the way up instead of a simple stalagmite, they finally stopped, listening intently.
Buzzing and distant hoofsteps, that was all they could head. No imminent danger.
“Let’s… try to be… quiet now...” Review gasped for breath, “We don’t know… where we’re… running...”
“I’m all for… the sneaky… approach,” agreed Sharp Tongue.
“You’re seriously out of shape,” muttered the only earthpony of the group, giving them a soft smile to raise the morale, “but you’re right. Stomping around isn’t the best way. Unfortunately, I think we got turned around somewhere because now that I’ve got a moment to think of it I'm sure the last tunnel was sloping downwards.”
“Damn it!” cursed Review, kicking the central pillar. Sharp Tongue smacked the pegasus’ head.
“No. Noise.”
Doing their best not to panic or break down, the group examined each tunnel leading out, and discovered one leading upwards which they hadn’t arrived through. Unfortunately…
“No...” Review breathed out, despair in his voice gaining traction, “No no no no no.”
In the next cavern hung another changeling cocoon, this one shiny, crystalline, and most importantly - fresh. Inside it, in a green bath, floated princess Celestia, head down and lifeless.
“Maybe we can get her out,” Firm Fair tapped on the cocoon, cocked her foreleg back, and punched it as hard as she could.
It didn’t budge at all.
“I’m pretty sure they’ll take more precautions with her than they did with you,” commented Review.
“Oh shut up, you nitwit. I haven’t seen you do anything other than whine today,” growled Firm Fair at the pegasus.
“Calm down, both of you,” Sharp Tongue scowled, “Nothing changes. We still need to get out, and as the princess said - tell princess Luna what happened. Look!” his erratic head turning revealed several pickaxes, a hammer, and some other tools likely used for mining, not that he knew how they were supposed to be used, but they looked weapon-y.
“Uhh… how about no?” objected Review, “As we noticed before, there can’t be many changelings, but those who are here just took out a princess and two paladins. I doubt we can fight our way out, by which I mean that trying it would be the dumbest and probably the last idea we have. Plus, running or sneaking while lugging around a sledgehammer is definitely the zero out of ten option.”
Firm Fair rolled her eyes, and grabbed said implement. It was heavy, but not overwhelming, and it would definitely help “explain” things in case they found some weaker changeling or a blocked door.
“Hit a gym sometimes, Review. Besides, how about we try this?” she rose on her hind legs, and swung the weapon at Celestia’s cocoon. It started swaying violently, but after they made it stop it was barely scratched.
Sharp Tongue shook his head.
“This could work, but you’d get exhausted before someone came to check up on her.”
“Too late, snacks!” a cheery voice came from one tunnel, revealing the maniacally grinning changeling warrior Eight, “And put that sledgehammer down, those toys aren’t for foals,” she walked over to Celestia’s cocoon, and gave it a long lick, “Mmmm… the love she feels for all you ponies is making me stronger than ever before. I just have to suck her dry few more times before we turn her into one of us,” she gave the cocoon a final kiss, “Alright, you aren’t alicorns, but I think I can squeeze a lot from you three anyway, especially the young one. Let me offer you something. You come with me willingly and I’ll show you the time of your life. On top of that, you’ll buy your friends some time to run around like headless chickens.”
Review, shaken from the display with Celestia already, was halfway through saying yes before everything suddenly spun around. Stunned, he touched his stinging cheek and looked into furious Firm Fair’s eyes.
“Don’t trust her, you horny id- colt.”
And then they galloped again. Tunnel after tunnel, cavern after cavern they followed Firm Fair’s lead so that they’d keep heading upwards. Buzzing and hoofsteps behind them gave them previously undiscovered strength as they ran for their lives.
“Good… the ground is softer,” Firm Fair called out in between breaths, “We must be close.”
As if on cue, they arrived in another cavern, this one with actual stairs leading up from the exit on the other side. Unfortunately once again…
“You didn’t think you could run, really…?” grinning Eight was already waiting there.
Unlike the others, Firm Fair didn’t slow down.
“RUN, JUST BUCKING RUN!”
Eight raised an eyebrow at the silly earthpony trying to run past her, then her eyes bulged when Firm Fair’s entire weight along with the hammer rammed into her.
“Firm Fair-” Sharp Tongue croaked, gasping.
“RUN STRAIGHT UP!” she screamed, and found herself looking into the most beautiful dark green eyes she’d ever seen.
“Mmmm,” she heard a voice that resonated through her head, crept down her spine, and all the way through her body, making her limbs go limp, “All mine. I appreciate strong earthpony broodmares, and I’ll make sure to ‘appreciate’ you every single day for years to come.”
Calm, warm, happy, and ready to begin her new life as Eight's egg sack, Firm Fair completely forgot her family and kissed the changeling.
Finally seeing a door, Sharp Tongue rammed through it, and found himself in what had to be some sort of a dark cellar. Review collapsed on the floor next to him, unable to run anymore. Unlike the tunnels, this place lacked any sort of illumination, crystals or otherwise.
The unicorn felt something strange in his horn, and as he touched it he realized that some of the goop neutralizing his magic must have finally fallen off. He couldn’t focus properly in his shape, but he might-
“Waaaaait!” he heard Firm Fair’s voice coming from the tunnel.
“How stupid do you think I am, bugs?” he grumbled, and concentrated as much as he could.
-cast some minor offensive spell.
A purple bolt of force hit Firm Fair in the chest, making her slow down.
“What... are you... doing?” gasped Review.
“Smart hornhead, but not smart enough,” not-Firm Fair grinned, and rushed forward again.
“Damn!” cursed Sharp Tongue a moment before Review slammed the door closed and rammed a metal bar into two hinges on this side of the door to stop it from opening, “Oh, well noticed!”
“Yeah… now how do we… escape?” Review’s breathing was slowly calming down.
“There’s a chance we locked most of the changelings down there, and I can use my magic a little. If we’re inside the house, we can get out. The place looked tiny from outside.”
“Alright, alright.”
With the help of a faint light spell, Sharp Tongue found the thankfully unlocked door outside, and shut the magic off immediately when he saw complete darkness in the hallway outside.
One silent step. Two silent steps.
The floor was carpeted, which meant they had to be in the main hallway. Just one door had to lay between them and freedom. The changelings wouldn’t follow them in the streets, even at night. Las Pegasus never went dark outside.
Glowing blue eyes opened about a pony length away from Sharp Tongue.
“No!” yelped Review, pouncing forward and tackling a finally pony-sized and confused changeling revealed by a reactive flash of light from Sharp Tongue’s horn.
“The door! Run!” screamed the unicorn, shoving the pegasus off of the changeling and quickly helping him get up.
The locks and latches were all open.
Freedom. Finally, freedom!
Scathing Review followed by Sharp Tongue crashed through the door.
“Say cheeselegs!”
Three flashes of totally mundane light from all sides blinded the duo surrounded by a group of… ponies?
No, they couldn’t be ponies. There was no way they were ponies. No way. No way. No way.
Completely stumped, Sharp Tongue levitated a presented photo of himself and Review, utter horror mixed with relief etched deep into their face.
They weren’t outside. Instead, they were in some sort of a… night club? Stage with poles, tables scattered around the dimly lit room, and…
...of course, the ponies surrounding them and grinning.
“So, did you like it?” asked a mare Sharp Tongue faintly recalled being the receptionist.
“Wh- Whu- What?”
“The ‘Adventure Under The Hive’... adventure,” said the King, slowly arriving through the backstage door, “The title is a work in progress. Hey, Black Rose, come help me get this thing off, will you?” he shook his forelegs, pawing at his neck, “Stuck again… crappy Stalliongrad design.”
“Waaaaaaait...” Review’s eye twitched as his mind gradually caught up with the situation.
“Awww, I wish I could have been in the photo,” the duo heard Firm Fair’s voice as the mare reclined in a chair while sipping some dark drink through a straw and smirking at one of the pictures of the horrified duo, “but alas, I had to be the hero, didn’t I?”
“Firm Fair?” Sharp Tongue walked over and poked the mare in the chest.
“It’s me, it’s me for real,” she swatted his hoof away, and pointed to an empty chair, “Long Island ice tea? I think you need something for the nerves. We all do.”
“HEY, BOSS!” an arriving unicorn mare yelled across the room, dragging a green and slimy princess Celestia… plush toy? “This will cost a fortune to clean, can we let it just hang there for the next groups?”
“We’ll have to rethink the Celestia and paladin sequence, but yeah!” the ‘changeling’ still fighting with his suit answered.
“Hey there,” a newcomer brown pegasus mare who could easily pass for a strong fitness model pulled a chair, and sat down to the group with her own Long Island, “So, did you have fun?”
“You must be Eight,” Firm Fair looked into her green eyes, “Look, umm, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me and-”
“Black Rose, but Eight is alright too,” the mare smiled at Firm Fair, and waved her hoof dismissively, “and don’t worry about what happened ‘under the hive’. Heh, name drop. Life threatening situation, high pressure, lust-obsessed species, all's fair down there, as we say.”
“This… was all… fake...” Review finally stumbled over into the final empty chair, “Can I have a drink too?”
“Are you over eighteen?” Black Rose raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, I am.”
“He is,” nodded Firm Fair, “although you’d never guess from how he acts.”
“Hey!”
“Four, one more Long Island here, will you?” Black Rose leaned back in her chair and yelled.
“On it!” answered the receptionist, walking over to the bar where a unicorn was already pouring quite liberal quantities of alcohol into a tall glass with ice and straws.
“Eeeeeight! I don’t want to be a changeling for the rest of my life,” the King was now apparently trying to pry his head off.
Chuckling, Black Rose or Eight stood up, and whispered into Firm Fair’s ear:
“Though if you want something new we can do some cave exploration together in private.”
Seeing the earthpony choke on her drink, Black Rose left laughing, and led the desperate King out.
The receptionist slash waitress brought Review’s nerve tonic, and was stopped from leaving by Sharp Tongue’s hoof.
“Can I help you?” she asked, clearly a little nervous.
“The changelings...”
“Umm, I don’t know into how much detail I can go, but aside from the boss it was all illusion magic, that’s why we couldn’t let you use your magic. Speaking of which,” she spat on a piece of cloth and rubbed Sharp Tongue’s horn. The unicorn felt his magic sense and power return immediately, “Here, good as new. You too, sir,” she did the same to the green hoop around Review’s barrel, which broke in one spot, and then took it off. Review stretched his wings.
“Ooof, I finally feel like a real pony again. So, what now?”
“Well, if you want to stay and chat about our attraction a bit you can, but we need to clean up the cellars and get mentally ready for your opinions.”
Sharp Tongue sipped his drink.
“Then I think I’ll polish off this one and go. I’m a bit old to be running around like that.”
“You did great,” Four smiled and left.
Review relaxed in his chair, and took a deep sip.
“I think I speak for all of us when I say… holy shit!”
***
It’s been a nerve-wracking week. For the first three days, Eight and Nine have been standing guard while One patrolled the streets around the house. Afterwards, I decided on resuming our normal operations. After all, the more love and lust we gathered, the better off we would be in case something really happened.
Right now, I’m digging the first escape tunnel designed by Ten which leads straight out of Las Pegasus. We’ve got several connected to various cellars or sewers of the city, but this one will be the direct route out.
”Hey, boss!” Four’s gentle touch reverberates through our link, ”I’m almost home, and I’ve got the new issue of City of Gold. I didn’t look inside yet, I swear.”
Wiping my brow, I leave the tunnels, and get back into the house where I see undisguised Four already entering the club room.
“So, anything about us?” I ask as the little changeling drops her saddlebag on the table, and levitates a rolled up magazine.
“Let’s see, let’s see,” she flips the pages, “So, number one… Sunshine’s Solar Sanctuary. Alright, we’re not number one, so who cares. Number two, Pelvis’ Palace. No,” Four stops, and a sudden wide smile threatens the top of her head falling off, “Number three, Adventure Under the Hive,” she scans the page long review and the experiences of the critics, “Excellent, daring idea… changeling costumes astonishingly accurate, but over the top… chitin plots don’t jiggle that much… makes evil Eight look more like a trophy bimbo than a savage warrior...”
“Bimbo, BIMBO?!” Eight’s eyes bulge, “Unbelievable costume?”
“Told you in Canterlot already that your transformations were overdone, miss Eight,” Four sticks her tongue out at Eight.
“I’m still peeved about this...” Ten shakes the Celestia plushie standing next to his chair. Sadly, the alicorn even while dry would now easily hide in a forest or grassland unlike the real princess.
“Uhh, maybe they’ll make a moss green alicorn at some point?” chuckles Four.
“Hmph, gimme that!” sulking Ten makes the magazine fly over to him, “Realistic sense of danger… can’t trust even your own companions… not sure if worth coming more times, but one hundred percent once, though... ah here! We eagerly recommend this to any and all ponies in good shape. Recommended age rating - thirteen to sixty-five. Four stars out of five. All three critics agree that this adventure will get your heart rate up and leave you with an experience you will unlikely forget,” Ten allows himself a smile too, “Well done, everyone, I suppose. Ruined plushie or not.”
Suddenly, I feel energy rising and pouring through our links.
“They loved us, they loved us, theylovedustheylovedus!” Four gives Eight standing next to her a crushing hug which surprises even the warrior, “They loved us for us, they loved us for what we were!”
And it comes.
All my links flare up with the purest love for all of us coming from the tiny infiltrator. In front of my eyes, I feel it rush into Ten, his entire body glowing, his wings losing holes and gaining colour as well as his chitin turning grass green. Same thing happens to Nine as his eyes turn bright purple.
Then One smacks Four in the back of her head, and transformations and everything other than the warm flow of pure love stops.
“No one’s getting glitterbugged on my watch,” One says simply, much to Eight’s vigorous nodding.
“What are you talking about? Why did everyone look so colourful for a while?” I ask.
“You don’t wanna know. It’s fate worse than death,” answers Eight, and this time it’s One who nods in agreement.
You know what? I’m too happy to care at the moment, especially on the occasion when Eight and One see eye to eye on something.
Huh?
I lean down to Eight’s forelegs and examine them from all sides.
“Eight, you don’t have holes anymore. None of you do.”
A horrified expression crosses Eight’s face before she grins.
“Still got the important ones, my delicious lover. Wanna give them a spin?”
“This is… intriguing,” One hums, “Wistful’s original changelings didn’t have them, they started appearing in later generations. However,” in a burst of green fire, she makes holes in her forelegs reappear, “life without cup holders isn’t life worth living,” she pops a glass of soda into the hole and takes a sip.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Three did have some great ideas.”
Three
Pls Bring him back
Also what porn ar you reading
I have to agree with the critics on one point. A haunted [anything] is great to scare the willies out of you... once. Given the highly perishable nature of the attraction, they'll need to charge a hefty sum or do as most places with a concession stand and charge outrageous prices for the food and drinks to make up for a loss based on ticket prices alone. (Looking at you Movie Theaters)
Since they're based in Los Pegasus, there should be more than enough new vic- er, customers to keep the money flowing. Not like they need the dosh except for rent, utilities... and a stain-proof-enchanted replacement plush Celestia. (I wonder if Rarity could help there? She sounds like a mare who would know those kinds of spells given what she does, where she lives and who her little sister is-- probably cast quite often too)
On as aside, they may want to tone it down a bit based on the ponies. An older pony could very well have a heart-attack while young ones could panic into violence and hurt the "employees" as well as their fellow ponies (granted, the girls have panicky ponies well in hoof however).
OH! Just had a thought! Will this moment in time coincide with the episode Viva Las Pegasus; Rarity and Applejack being called to the casino for a Friendship problem? I do so hope they stick around and try out some of the other venues the city has to offer, like that new Adventure Under The Hive attraction. [DrEvil]Muhahaha... Muhahaha!... MuHahaha!... MuhaHAHAHA! -Ok, that's enough![/DrEvil]
That little reference to the reformed changelings was hilarious. Well, the technicolor moose plan has been indefinitely postponed. :D
As the author, what is your view on what those are? Are the reformed versions essentially the original flutterponies again, or are they just a subtype of changeling that they don't like? Do One and Eight know (little enough) about their history to be mistaken about this being bad?
For that matter, why DO the changelings dislike the transformation? I'd think it would be a good thing, since they can survive in the public eye at that point... right? Or are they still shunned? (I'd also guess it to be because I think they lost all their "cool" changeling abilities, but I don't actually know if that was true.)
You actually had me with that one. I was thinking that was actually the real Celestia and paladins, but that they'd manage to strike a deal with her (not sure how they would manage to do so since they'd still be in the same room at the time, but who knows) so that she'd not spoil their plan too much, and might improve it.
Instead, you actually had them in there from the beginning! That's perhaps a bit too meta for my ability to tell what the heck is going on, but perfect for a horror attraction, because it's confusing and seemingly over-complicated to be faked.
...And probably a stupid idea from their side, if the whole thing wasn't enough of a tip-off to the hunters. You'd think the god-empress of ponykind would start to wonder about who can actually mimic her appearance and abilities so well...
Also, It's kind a good thing this is a fictional story, because the "unfortunate disease" count would have to be huge at this point.
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Impossible.
None atm. Some of my favourites still are "Wish Fulfillment", "Her Body Was Cold", "Room 219", and "Changing Aspirations"
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It's not that I dislike them as such, they just are a massive downgrade from the basic form, especially on the queen-tier level. I like Chrysalis-esque design for females with different mane/tail/armor/chitin patterns much more than whatever felame Thorax could be.
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Do you then disagree with most of other critic opinions? Wait, are there even any?
That's the plan.
Considering there's one chapter left + epilogue, there's no time for that. But yes, that WOULD be a good idea.
That is actually covered in the next chapter. Don't worry, I thought about this scenario for once.
Nope, about four years too early for that. (I consider one season one year for the purposes of my timeline. It's not used here, but the Imbalanced storyline -my main set of stories- works like that)
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Definitely indefinitely.
There's official lore for the origin of changelings, which I understand somewhat fits the age rating of MLP (my version of them being a monstrous involuntary byproduct of a betrayal in the middle of a nuclear war would be fun in the show, though), but is completely useless for me (and I wrote mine way before it was release and while I usually don't like my own work, I think my changeling history is WAY better.) Plus, it kills the old rulers idea.
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The original changelings were born from a carnivorous plant that grew from a rotten acorn that fell into a magic pond under a cemetery. They were inadvertently released by Star Swirl the Bearded, who nailed a warning sign to the plant to keep others away, only to create a crack from which the changelings emerged. At the end of the issue, the changelings escape from imprisonment together with Chrysalis.
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As such, I will answer the rest of the questions as if only my lore/backstory was relevant:
Since they can't biologically (d)evolve back to flutterponies anymore, they would end up as soft changelings. One knows exactly what's going on despite never seeing it happen before(having access to Wistful's and rulers' knowledge for centuries does have a lot of perks). Eight got a quick peek from One what was going to happen with the transformation, and Eight hated the idea of looking/seeming weak. I personally love queen-tier/high-tier changeling design (Chryssie, Eight, One etc.) with the belly plate, mane, tail, sharp teeth, and stuff way more than whatever Thorax' "ruler" look is supposed to be. Everyone else including the boss would be absolutely fine with the transformation, and Three would absolutely adore it, I think, under different circumstances.
Not really, actually. They could masquerade as a different species, but as themselves they would still be shunned, although possibly not directly hated. Sorting that out would take some 5 more years until Thorax happens.
Nothing revealed in the series points to changelings losing any of their abilities with the transformation. As I said before, One and Eight mostly dislike it because of the appearance of weakness, since they like their real forms and the boss' idea of them living as themselves and not disguised.
I read all comments, and you must have been literally the only person to think that :D
One chapter left + epilogue. All I'm going to say.
All can be explained with some basic illusion magic and some light show effects, really.
Unfortunately, I don't understand.
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Well, that was a more comprehensive response than I was expecting, but more in line with what I was hoping for.
Is that seriously the canon origin of the changelings? Spontaneous generation from a carnivorous tree in a cemetery (and is it possible to have a more silly backstory at all)?! No wonder you made your own. My version involves the flutterponies and Discord, possibly involving corruptive effects of the Smooze, but I can see why Celly might make a good choice, especially now that she's an antagonist.
As for the last, you'd think a race of creatures that apparently goes around indiscriminately shagging people would end up either getting or carrying an understandably large number of STDs. I'm not sure how to word that any more clearly...
That's why I said this only really works as fiction, where you can handwave that sort of thing.
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2complex4me. You're not talking to the smartest knife in a spoon.
Yes. Official wiki quote.
I made mine years before the official one was released. I tried looking for one to stay true to the show lore as much as possible, but there wasn't any at the time.
Actually, a supremely adaptive species would FAR likely be immune to anything thrown at them in the STD department, especially if their entire existence revolves around love and lust. Whether they'd be pure, unaffected carriers or the STDs would simply die due to their immune systems is the question. I don't think there's any handwaving necessary here.
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I was hoping for a long, detailed response, but the usual answer to one of my patented overly-long comments is something along the lines of "yes." Especially if the original comment didn't have a binary answer choice. :P
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Ah.
i agree with one. life without cup holders sounds terrible. if four gets any more adorable... i might have a cuteness overload melt down.
i just about died laughing at that last scene. no seriously i was mid drink and got soda in my nose. soda does not smell as good from inside the nose... and if the vic-customers have a good enough time. they might become repeat customers.
"By the light of Xeria... if she weaponized that power... there would be no stopping her..." ~Imperial Legate Crimson Dance
Well that was a fun ride. I love your little nest of love bugs, they're so likable. And Blackrose, brown pony? Dot Hack reference?
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Bzz bzz, Four's a fly!
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Hatred rarely leads to a better future.
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M-Maybe.
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Hhhnnnnng! *dies*
*is resurected by the necromantic magics infused to the crystal in my chest* weew! that was close!
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*Four hugs shin and nuzzles thigh because she's too tiny to reach higher.*
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"Ha! I have you now! Come'eer!"*scoops four up in a massive hug* "I now have a bug to hug! Hug da bug!"
So... here's a question. If they underwent a partial transformation, dose this mean they arent going to need to gather love anymore? Or do they still need to gather because they didnt transform fully? You mentioned in an earlier chapter that they didnt need to be topped off as mutch and that tward the end, three didnt need to be fed and was like a little bright burning sun of love. Though i suppose that could be attributed to the fact that that little bug could make friend with just about anyone he met...
Exept star trail...
I wonder how zecora and t(h)ree hugger took the news of three's death... or if they even know...
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They do. The only one capable of sustaining themselves on sheer shared love was Three just due to the fact that he was kinda simple and just genuinely could love the little things about anyone which in turn reflected back to him. Four is close, but not completely self-sufficient, because she's smarter and as such can't just boundlessly love anything not evil. The others from the group are too calculating, old, or emotionally calloused to generate enough love, although they generate some. That's why Eight and One have been losing lot less love during normal activities. Nine and Ten are the lowest on the self-sufficiency list, but they still love the boss somewhat and their own love sustains them, although less than anyone else.
The physical transformation was a side effect of their state, not a trigger for something.
No, no one knows. There, surrounded by knocked over ponnequins with smiles painted on, in the ancient armory of the Castle of Two Sisters, lies a hollow drone shell wrapped in a tapestry depicting princess Luna and wearing a pirate eye patch from her disguise.
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ya know... that reminds me of that random scene from fallout 4 where its just a room in a basement with a dozen or so manikins surrounding a bathtub with a skeleton and some junk items. that scene is also a memorial to someone who died (presumably the one in the bathtub but knowing fallout...)
so luna found her way down there and saw three?
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No, they wrapped Three in the tapestry before, and someone stole Luna's eye patch from her swashbuckler disguise and gave it to Three. Well, added it to the body.
I haven't played Fallout 4 yet.
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oh... sorry if i spoiled anything from a game you were interested in... i suppose the accusations against one child murdering star paladin arnt enough to sway celesta to investigate further. kinda makes you wonder if the group of changelings who wanted to go back to canterlot in order to turn themselves in and await the trials wernt intercepted and likewise "in the name of my piece loving god! i kill you!" ed to death. that might explain how the paladins found them so quickly
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I will leave that unanswered, and just add that the Nameless Library isn't a happy place filled with good endings.
I wonder if I actually have a story that ended well? Oh yeah, two, I think, out of all of them.
*One gives you a lewd hug to stop thinking about the inevitable bad stuff*
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o.o A lewd hug from a lewd bug? *Extends a wing to wrap around the lewd bug* I guess I have room for more bugs to hug.
Worry not for what the future may hold. Instead take solace in the fact that today, you are here. The future may be uncertain. but one thing I am certain of, is that we all must face the future together
i do have the perfect thing to test out on Star Tail. a few years ago i wanted to do a fallout themed weapon build. so i took 24 inch high carbon steel circular saw blade and inserted it into a wooden baseball bat. secured it with a bolt and wrapped barbed wire around it.
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Insert rectally.
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going in dry
read about the exaggerated assets of eight's disguises.
those hips just wont quit! I can give those cheeks a smack, go into the other room. Make myself a sandwitch, and when i get back, dat ass still be jiggling!
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Booty booty booty booty rockin' everywhere!
fuckin owned lmao
W-what? :O
Dawwww, even One liked Three, though she's not up for admitting.
I cracked up hard at that one.
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Changelings are the perfect species.
Crap. I miss three so much. Little guy was so lovable.
They can be colorized, but not so garishly. Compromise! 😅
But yeah, definitely need more than one setup to keep things fresh. Kinda like how Escape Rooms work, really...
haha.
i wish i had cupholders...