Part 2 - The Changeling
Ocellus made her way back from Professor Fluttershy’s class feeling like she was on top of the world. She didn’t canter so much as bounce down the halls. Everycreature who passed her by received an eager smile, and when there was nocreature passing by, she hummed to herself.
She looked down at the three-page essay in her hoof.
On Comforting a Friend
By: OcellusA++! Great work!
How many times had Ocellus written and rewritten this essay? It didn’t matter. That grade made it all worth it. Fluttershy had to invent the ‘A++’ just for Ocellus, so the professor had said, which would have been pretty special if Ocellus hadn’t overheard her saying the same thing to the next pony in line. She really needed to stop marking so easy, thought Ocellus.
Ocellus flipped through the pages, trying to find that killer line, or that killer paragraph, that had gotten her that grade. But other than on the cover page, there were no red marks to be found.
So maybe the whole thing was a killer.
As she rounded the hall of the dorm rooms, she opened her senses and watched the love. It was everywhere, of course. The School of Friendship had love coming out of the walls. It flowed like colored water through the hall, bounced between friends walking together, and, out the windows, Ocellus could see the colorful mist travelling far away, towards creatures not around. In the current, Ocellus felt like a fish in a stream, swimming like the water wasn’t even there. She didn’t turn on her senses that much anymore, especially now that they grew weaker every day. There was no need to sense love if you didn’t need it to survive.
In a manner of speaking.
Breathing in the fresh, loving air, Ocellus reached the door to her room, and she froze. No color flowed from inside. No stream. Only a blurry, sepia-toned image of her door stood in front of her, looking like it might collapse into a pile of sand.
On the other side of the door, Ocellus sensed the hole. Where love normally felt like swimming with nothing to hold her back, whatever was inside felt like falling with nothing to catch her. She wondered, if she stepped in, how far would she fall?
“…Smolder?” she said, and the sand pulsed and grew a little more brown.
Ocellus closed off her senses, and everything looked normal again. Clutching her essay to her chest, Ocellus gulped, exhaled, and entered the dragon’s lair.
The door bumped into an empty wooden box, turned on its side. Ocellus recognized it as the box from under Smolder’s bed. She’d always wondered what it held, and what it held was all over the floor. Books and papers and diagrams and piles upon piles of notes in Smolder’s writing—Ocellus would recognize that wild scratching anywhere. The pictures stood out to her—drawings of dragons. They stood tall, they breathed fire, they sneered and laughed and roared.
Smolder sat on her pile of paper, her knees pulled in, her head tucked inside her arms. Her tail swished back and forth, and the claws on her feet struggled against each other, fighting to be on top.
Ocellus suddenly felt, then, that she was in danger.
“Please stop staring at me,” Smolder said. Her voice sounded like it came from the bottom of a hole a mile deep.
“Okay,” Ocellus squeaked. She turned deliberately away from the pile and hoisted herself up on her bed. She curled up against the wall, folded her essay and pushed it under her pillow, letting the A++ peek out from underneath.
“So…” she started, “what are the notes for?”
“For me.”
Smolder suddenly broke away from herself. She picked up a piece of paper and fiddled with the edges.
“It doesn’t matter.” She shrugged. “I’m throwing it all away, anyways.”
“Are you sure?”
Smolder didn’t reply. She made to tear the page in half, but she stopped a centimeter in. She crumpled it up, nearly threw it, then flattened it back out and read it.
“I’m not very good at being a dragon,” she said.
Ocellus didn’t understand. Here was Smolder, hunched over her treasures—her papers and drawings and books and notes—her blue eyes glowing like will-’o-wisps trapped in ice, and her breathing low, like a growl. And she said she wasn’t a very good dragon.
“I didn’t know there was only one way to be a dragon,” Ocellus suggested.
Smolder only sighed.
“In fact… I seem to remember a certain dragon telling me she likes cute, silly stuff. And I thought that made her pretty unique, but I didn’t—”
“Shut up, Ocellus.”
Ocellus obeyed.
“It’s not about that.” Smolder dropped the page to the floor. She picked up a drawing, prepared to rip it, and failed again. “I don’t care about that.”
“Then…?”
Smolder growled and pushed her claws against her eyes. “It’s one thing to like stuff that other dragons don’t. It’s another to hate everything they do.”
“Oh.”
Smolder scratched at her elbows and rocked a bit. “I study a lot. You know. To fit in.” She smiled. “I’m good at it.”
“Smolder, you shouldn’t have to—”
“Yeah, I know I shouldn’t. But I do.”
Ocellus opened her mouth—she paused—and then shut it. She thought she’d be good at this. At the very least, she didn’t think she’d be this useless.
“What’s it like?” Smolder asked.
“What’s what like?”
“I mean, like… Everyone looks at me, and they see a dragon, right? And then, boom, they know who I am, how I’m supposed to act, everything. But what if that’s not who I am?” She fumbled with her claws, as if testing their sharpness. “I wouldn’t mind changing into someone else, you know? Just to try it out.”
Ocellus frowned. “I can’t change into someone else.”
“But—”
“I can look like someone else. But I can’t change into them.”
Smolder pushed air out of her nose. “I guess I have that over you.”
Ocellus wanted nothing more than to put the conversation on pause. Just one second, she would say, before pulling out her essay to study. I’ll be right with you.
But she wrote it, for Celestia’s sake. She desperately tried to remember her points. Listen, that had been such a strong opener, but it had gone nowhere. Rationalize and use logic, what a clever middle. Fat load of good that did in practice.
There was only one point left. Be relatable, if at all possible. When she’d written that point, she meant for someone else to use it. Not her.
She curled up on her bed and sighed. Her chest contracted, as if clutched by an energy trying to stop her from speaking. She fought it off.
“Do you remember the second week of school?” she whispered.
Smolder pulled her head up and frowned. “Yeah,” she said. “You weren’t here. You went back home without telling us.”
“I was here.”
“…I didn’t see you.”
“That’s because I didn’t look like me. I looked like a pegasus. And then a skinny horse. Then I was an alicorn, hiding her wings under her sweater. And then I was—”
“The changeling.”
The room went suddenly cold. Ocellus sniffed.
“I remember,” Smolder said. “That blue changeling. I saw you in class, and I… I told you I was looking for my friend. I asked you if you knew who Ocellus was.” Smolder leaned back on her claws. “I’m such… an idiot.”
“It was a good question. I didn’t know myself.”
“Were you hiding from us?”
Ocellus shook her head. “At first. It was so overwhelming, you know, meeting all of you, and the professors, and—and I know it’s hard to explain, but there was so much… love… everywhere. I hadn’t really adjusted to not craving it yet. And it was especially hard being around you guys.”
“…Sorry,” Smolder grumbled.
Ocellus laughed. “It’s fine. I just had to take a break. Be in the background for a bit. But then I couldn’t figure out how to change back.”
Smolder withdrew again, picking at a loose scale on her arm.
“I would stand in front of the mirror, and I would change. Then I would do it again. And again. I got farther and farther from what I was supposed to be. I would go to sleep a unicorn, wake up an earth pony.”
“What did you do?”
“I went home. To Thorax. I thought he wouldn’t talk to me. I didn’t even know what I looked like when I got there. But he just smiled at me, and he said, ‘Hi, Ocellus.’ He said, ‘How’s school going?’ ”
As Ocellus paused, Smolder looked down at her pile. She pulled out a note and pretended to read it.
Ocellus continued: “He told me it happens to the best of us. Even when we were drones, in disguise for so long, sometimes you just… forget how to change back. Thorax took me to the, uh… th-the feelings forum.” She blushed at the name.
“Feelings forum,” Smolder repeated. She turned the words over in her mouth. “Sounds… silly.”
“The group leader there—Lady Tymbal, they call her—she saw me right away. She could tell what was wrong. She pulled me to the center of the circle, in front of the whole group, and asked me to introduce myself to every changeling. I thought they would gawp, but they just smiled. Paid attention. And you know what Lady Tymbal told me?”
Smolder narrowed her eyes, staring angrily at the floor. “Let me guess,” she mumbled. “’Be yourself?’ ”
Ocellus managed to laugh. “I said the exact same thing. Just as curt, too.”
“And what did she say?”
“That being yourself is a paradox.”
Ocellus had needed those few seconds to process those words back at the hive, so she paid it forward.
Then she said, “She told me not to be anything. She told me to stop being things.”
“…And?”
Ocellus swept her forelegs over herself. “Voilà.”
Smolder smiled. She nodded. “That’s good,” she said. “I’m happy for you.” Then her smile disappeared. “But that’s not the same thing.”
“Maybe not exactly.”
Smolder shook her head. “Or at all. Ocellus, if I just start being myself, or stop being things, then everyone will look at me funny, and nodragon will like me anymore. They might say they would, and yeah, maybe they’ll accept me, but… I wouldn’t get to hang out with them anymore. We have nothing in common.”
“…Spike gets along just fine—”
“Yeah, and I don’t know how he does it. But I’m not Spike, okay?”
Ocellus hung her head. Something horrible grabbed her heart, and she felt like sprinting to Professor Fluttershy’s class and demanding her grade be changed to an F minus minus.
Then she realized something. Smolder’s eyes had stopped glowing. They looked less like ice, and more like the sky.
Ocellus opened her senses again, and to her relief, nothing changed. Ocellus felt a little love flowing out of herself, unsure if it should get too close to Smolder, but Smolder herself was her regular color. No love flowed out of her, but still. The brown was gone.
The hole was gone.
“Can you come sit with me?” Smolder whispered.
Ocellus almost leapt off the bed. But, calmly, and with just the right amount of trepidation, she approached the sitting dragon. Her survival instinct screamed at her to run, but she silenced it, sat down, and waited. Smolder sighed and inched closer, and Ocellus wrapped her hooves around her. She probably should have asked first, but she had never seen anycreature in such desperate need of a hug.
Moments passed, and just when Ocellus thought the hug was too much, she felt Smolder’s claw grab one of her hooves, and she closed her eyes in relief.
“Hey, Ocellus?”
“Yeah?”
“I had an idea. Mind if I run it by you?”
“Sure.”
“Can I… come to one of those feelings forums someday?”
Ocellus opened her eyes, and she’d never seen so much color.
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Yay Ocellus! She's my favorite of the Student Six.
Doesn't technically have to be a lie.
Meanwhile in a crypt somewhere, Chancellor Neighsay feels a shiver run down his spine.
There's a pretty neat story called Friendship Abroad where Ocellus snacks on a little love. She internally muses that changelings don't need love anymore...but ponies don't need cake, but they still eat it.
...yeah I'm totes stealing this line for a changeling I write at some point, or at least paraphrasing it. That's brilliant.
I love Thorax so God-damned much. I really do. He's a sentimental idiot and I love him for it.
Anyway. This whole thing was sweet, and a desperately needed second chapter that paid off in the end. And often the thing you need to do most for your friends is just to be there for them. To be a sounding board, to be someone for them to talk to or even just talk at. Ocellus probably could have gotten an A+++ if her entire essay had just been those two words: "be there".
For personal reasons, by the way, this chapter could not have been released at a better time for me. Thanks.
This story makes me want to finish writing the Strangers in Ponyville. It’s already so close to being done; maybe I’ll work on it some more today.
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This second chapter is exactly what you needed to compliment the first and it works beautifully.
I love your Ocellus. She's really well-done.
now make them kiss
So, so, so glad this got a second chapter! It was a great character study and a very nice read.
Amazing!
You should write a sequel wear Smolder goes to the feelings forum
Ah yes, this second chapter clicks wonderfully with the first, really helps fill in the blanks the first left open. Altogether, it makes for a wonderful little fic of friends bonding.
Very nice second chapter, Miller. Plays off the original well and sinks the emotions home without feeling overplayed.
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So glad you liked, fam, and thanks for encouraging me to write part 2.
I modelled Ocellus's lack of cravings on the keto diet, which is where you barely eat any carbs and train your body to use fat as a fuel source instead. I tried it a couple weeks ago and managed to get to the point where I didn't want carbs anymore, because my body no longer used it for energy. I could look at a donut and feel nothing.
I mean, I totally blew it and am back on the carbs train now, but still, it was a weird feeling.
Anyways.
Hope you'll enjoy my next adventures in student six land!
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Thanks Big Semi, glad you could enjoy. If I write another Smolcellus story I promise it'll cold open with a proper make-out sesh.
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What a coincidence, this story also makes me want to finish my next young six story that's like a few hours from being done. Tell you what... I'll race you.
Fair warning though:
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I'm undefeated.
Thanks to everyone I didn't get to, and especially those who encouraged me to push through Part 2. It took a few rethinks and rewrites, but I think it turned out kinda ace. And, in contrast to the story above, sometimes it's nice to have a couple friends tell you to stop being a baby.
I'll see you for some more Young Six in a few days!
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Only one mistake: Flutershy’s
Great story!
Soooo cuteeee
Stop making me feel! I'm supposed to have a heart of stone damnit!
Wow. I loved this story. Thank you.
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Thanks for stopping by.
See you next week!
This was excellent.
Fascinating take on Smolder. I don't think I've ever seen an approach quite like this. It makes me wonder how many other dragons suppress their individual desires to maintain a tough front for all the others.
That was nice, very wholesome.
You can take the idea of the self being the mask you put on all the way down if you try.
The question of "who am I?" Is often where people stop, but they could go further. "What do I really enjoy? And what do I pretend to myself that I enjoy for the sake of others, and their perceptions of me?"
There's a whole line of thinking down that path, and it's not pleasant to walk, and to be honest, its terrifying. To think of yourself as only what other people percieve you as because you can't find the seperation between you, the you you think you are, and they you they think you are.
Sorry, I went into this thinking of the masks we put on, but it devolved into that, I hope I haven't given someone an existential crisis.
I really loved that fic and how it handled things, and I also love seeing good hugs like that.
Feeeeeeeelings
This was a nice second chapter, and the talk between the two was good.
The ending felt a bit wanting, but then, something like this can't be solved so quickly or so easily, and that came through here, but it was nice to see them both doing better, and knowing they have each other.
For once, I got to read a story that has my second favorite changeling in it, and my favorite dragon, and they're not shipped by the end of it and it makes me so happy! :) Seriously, I'm all for shipping, and to each their own, but I kind of got pummeled by all the Smolcellus fics.
I think Fluttershy would have given this story at LEAST an A++
(but maybe an A+++.)
But more seriously...
At first I was expecting to write that I felt lucky to have stumbled across the story. And that's still true! But when I finally noticed, after reading it, that this story had 170+ likes, I felt kind of like saying, 'Wow! How did a story this good get so many likes?'
I liked a lot of things about this story. Among them...
I like how this story's central conflict works not only as a possible metaphor for gender dysphoria, but as a lot of other things too.
I enjoyed your portrayal of Ocellus' love sense and the experience of it, and your foreshadowing of a possible future problem through the risk of the sense losing its keenness for lack of need of it at the school.
I like the changeling problem you invent or discover for Ocellus, and how changelings treat it to help them recover from it. Your answer DOES make me curious how changelings USED TO treat that problem, before there was any such thing as the reformed changelings' Feelings Forum.
The relationship between Smolder's problem and Ocellus' is, of course, very nice.
If this was meant to be a dysphoria allegory, it's a damn good one.
That one killer line that earned you the A++, like, and comment was right here.
I can't say all that I loved about this story, just that it spoke to me, and I think you for that.
This was pretty nice to read