Patchwork
Four days, plenty of ponies, and plenty of love until I finally got the achy feeling out of my gut. Celestia visiting yesterday was the icing on the cake.
I had a good cry in front of her, covered with her wings and held in her forehooves. Somehow, it felt easy to talk to her about it, like we had a connection. But I dared not broach it. I did tell her I want to be a guard. She warned me that there will be ponies like Impulse that would go against me. Too bad for them, I’m more stubborn than they are.
Flight practice was, fine. Gabriel is a good grif, and we had our share of talks in between the tests. His being a griffon made it easy to talk to him. Ponies are a chatty bunch, but you can easily notice a difference when talking to a predator. He didn’t immediately blanch at my dark humor.
Right now, I was sitting in front of a new full-body mirror in my bedroom. I held that blasted muzzle in my claws and studied myself intently for the first time since I landed in Equestria.
The first thing anyone would notice is that I am black… or close to it. More of a very dark blue, being able to see the blue of my shell when the light hits it just right. My midsection, eyes, and mane were turquoise blue, except a white stripe in both my mane and tail. I closed my third eyelid, noticing how dimmer everything is, and covered in a blue tint. Opening my eyelid, I studied my pony-like eyes. I wondered if other changelings had it the same as me.
I had two antennae sticking from my head facing forward, with my stubby, curved horn in between them. I really liked the grooves of the horn, which looked like a cartoonish lightning bolt.
I lifted my claws and scratched the fluff on my chest, which was the tail-end of my mane. It made me look a bit like a bee if I was honest, but there wasn’t enough there, so it only gave me a savage look.
I dropped the muzzle to the floor and looked at my claws, studying every groove and bump. Moving them, I could form a quasi-fist and tightening the ‘fingers’ pulled on the muscle of the claws making them look much sharper than they normally are. I put my claws on the carpeted floor and pulled, leaving long, but shallow scratches on the marble.
I stood up and gave myself a bit of show, twirling and posing.
I was still shorter than average. Not by much, but still noticeable. I still barely reached Celestia’s neck. Normally. Lately, I have been eating and gaining in height rapidly, which told me that I would have to go through a molt soon. Hopefully, I’ll get to keep some of the height.
I still kept my lithe frame though. I had more bulk in my lower legs, but that was mostly due to the plating of my chitin. The same plates covered most of my body, leaving only bits of exposed flesh here and there between joints. Those same plates made me look like I wore segmented armor, instead of the usual single, full-body chitin other changelings have. I know what they look like, there was a sketch to go with the old notes.
I stopped posing and grabbed the muzzle I discarded.
Running my claws through its straps I remembered how worried everyone was at my decision to keep it. And I made sure I told them why: it’s a reminder that there are others that this was used on and that the world is more than just this room.
In whole honesty though, I kept the muzzle to motivate me to better myself. To improve my senses, my body, and my abilities so that this doesn’t happen again, not to me or anyone. I told Celestia as such and I got a nod of approval and a promise to help me improve.
My stomach gurgled loudly, and I tossed the muzzle on the nightstand. Eat first, contemplate my future second.
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My wings buzzed loudly as I was chasing after Gabriel.
“That all ya got bug-colt!? C’mon!” I almost tagged him as he dipped under me.
We were playing tag today, as a form of practice. I had several pieces of equipment and horns pointed at me at all times and I was buzzing my wings for all they were worth.
I have yet to figure how to cover myself in fire while flying, but today was mostly for fun, so I didn’t care enough to try it.
I dipped my head and made a quick one-eighty, changing my direction faster than any pegasus could ever do without any aid. Gabriel may have the speed, but he is no-where-near as maneuverable as me.
“C’mon buddy, it’s been almost five minutes, this is just sad.” Came some more friendly taunting, and I buzzed my wings harder, forcing more magic into them. I was panting and sweating up a storm trying to catch him, while Gabriel looked like he wasn’t even trying. Which was infuriating because flying was something that I practiced on the regular, even more than my shapeshifting.
I was chasing him upwards now, and I almost had him for a split-second, but he used the ceiling to bounce out of my way, causing me to nearly face-plant.
“TIME!” Came a loud announcement that caused my chest to reverberate.
I looked down spotting the source of the announcement: Shield’s second in command Armoured Saddle. He was asked to cover for that bastard, Impulse, and help me improve my body further. Everyone noticed that I have been trying to exercise, so they wanted someone to help me, lest I injure myself.
I lazily dropped down from the ceiling and joined Gabriel at the refreshment table, grabbing the biggest bottle of water they had and guzzling it down without pausing for breath.
“By the stars, can you pack it.” Was Gabriel’s stunned response.
“Buzz off.” I flipped him off still panting, a gesture he didn’t understand, “Chasing you is the worst form of ‘fun’ you could ever conceive. How are you that nimble!”
“Years of practice, my friend. I have been flying for decades. You, barely half a year.” He quipped, rolling his wings, and stretching them.
I huffed in response and grabbed some cookies.
It was quiet for the two of us, but the other ponies were in some heated discussions. I kept an eye on them the whole time, tasting their emotions and giving myself some further practice by shutting off and ‘turning on’ my empathic sense.
“I heard you decided to keep that Celestia forsaken muzzle.” Came a gruff voice on my left.
I looked at Gabriel first, noticing that he moved to talk to other ponies, and I was alone at the table (‘I should be paying more attention to my surroundings’).
Turning my head, I saw that Armoured Saddle joined me, munching on an apple. Not a big fan of the fruit, most of them are not sweet enough for my tastes.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Decided I needed a reminder that not everyone is as nice as you guys.” I tossed another cookie in my maw, chewing on it slowly.
“I doubt that’s the only reason, but I will not pry.” He said, sounding more like he’s talking to himself rather than me.
I was going to call him out when Gabriel joined us, looking like something was on his mind. “You game for another tag?” He asked.
Looking over him I noticed that the researchers were resetting their equipment. I turned my head to Saddle, but he just lazily shrugged his shoulders.
“Um, sure,” I confirmed, wiping my claws on my chest fluff, not caring about the crumbs. I was sticky from sweat anyway. “You seemed a bit, lost in thought though.”
“Yea,” He started scratching his chin, “They want you to use your abilities this time. I have never seen shapeshifting before, so I’m kind of worried.”
“Don’t be, it’s completely harmless,” I assured him, flashing quickly between Armoured, myself, and then Gabriel before changing back into me. I took great satisfaction at his stunned expression.
We got back into our original starting points, me at the ground and Gabriel a few meters away in the air.
Armoured got in between us, with a whistle in his mouth. I was focused on Gabriel and didn’t pay much attention other than acknowledging Saddle’s presence. There was silence for a moment, then the shrill whistle sounded off.
I felt and heard my wings buzz loudly at my command and I was off after Gabriel, who looked far more focused this time around. He still wanted to taunt me, obviously, as he let himself nearly get caught twice before moving out of my way.
“Okay Patch, whenever you are ready!” Came the shout from one of the ponies.
I grinned as fire consumed my body, replacing my changeling self with that of a griffon. Gabriel’s eyes bugged out for a split second before he dived away from my near grab.
I flashed again changing into an eagle, diving after him, and slowly getting closer to him.
Just as we got close to the ground I transformed back into my changeling self, giving me higher mobility, which allowed me to immediately bank right and lightly shove Gabriel before he managed to get away from me.
He squawked in surprise and nearly crashed into the onlookers. Turned to me mid-air, flying up to avoid hitting anyone, he had a shocked look on his beak. I did the sensible thing and gloated in my first victory today and transformed into a giraffe, sticking my long tongue out at him.
“Okay, buster, now you’re gonna get it!” He shouted down, before puffing out his chest in anger and dive-bombing me.
“Oh shit!” I swiftly transformed into a housecat and ducked down with him missing me by a hair. I didn’t wait to see what he was doing and, transforming back into a changeling I jumped up and started climbing to the ceiling.
Turning around I had a split second to transform again into a Colibri bird and buzzing out of Gabriel’s way as he quickly banked around and started chasing me for real.
Transforming back into myself I used my higher mobility to keep away from him, but that only lasted for a minute or so before he managed to tag me, gloating all the while.
This game of tag was actually fun, compared to the first one.
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I have gained enough understanding of their language that I didn’t need the translation spell anymore, and I had decent enough control over my new equine-like body that Circlet saw no need to teach me further. In his words, I am at the level necessary for my age (which was eighteen now, ‘celebrating’ my birthday about a month ago, which would be august on earth… ponies call it ‘Celast’, in honor of their Princess).
My understanding and ability with magic is becoming competent for my age as well, while my ability to transform reached new heights, being able to transform into a teenage dragon with ease, if I have eaten enough. In fact, my transformation ability is the one aspect of magic I have never had issues with once I figured it out.
Right now, I was in my bathroom studying my halfway done cocoon through bleary eyes. I woke up mid-way through regurgitating a glob of resin mixed with water and love into its inner folds. Normally I can molt without the cocoon, but this feels better, and it doesn’t make me itch for hours while my chitin hardens.
I had help today as well. Dr. Light said that he would be present to make sure everything is safely set up and covered, and some of his associates would be keeping an eye on me from the beginning to the end. I was also told that some guards would be placed in front of it later as well in order to keep the cocoon from draining its reserves too fast. They will also notify the ponies when it's time for me to emerge, unlike last time.
The last time I emerged from my cocoon it was a mess, with me looking for a safe space, trailing ooze and who-knows-what-else along the floor then cleaning myself for over an hour... With my tongue. It was, traumatic to be honest.
Dr. Light and Princess Celestia wanted to make sure that the process is smoothed out as much as possible, with Celestia stating that she will be present as well to provide a stable source of love and comfort. Considering that she became a welcome presence in my life here, and after everything she has done for me, I could hardly say no to her request. She had to be present, and I would have begged her to be, should she have said no. It never came to that though.
I had something good to look forward to once I left the cocoon.
Shield Strike agreed to train me further once I’m out, getting me ready to be a member of the Royal Equestrian Guard. Armoured Saddle would pitch in from time to time as well, apparently.
My future in Equestria was something I and the Princess have discussed several times now. I wanted to protect ponies, especially now that I had considerable abilities as a changeling in transformation. Not to mention, I seemed to be bulking up easily due to training Saddle put me through over the last month.
One more reason I wanted to be a guard, and Celestia did not know this one, is other changelings.
Chrysalis was sure to find out about me eventually, and I wanted to be able to protect not just myself, but others that she would threaten. Not to mention, that I hoped to eventually ‘fix’ the changeling race. With or without Chrysalis’ consent, it was happening. I wasn’t growing into those rainbow moose-bugs, but I was changing into something that was closer to them in function. I looked less like an insect and more like a solid combination of both ponies and ‘lings… just a tad bulkier from the exercise. And also, I did not have garish colors all over my armor.
I was at least hoping to meet Thorax and Pharynx, but we will see how things go. I did not know the exact point in the timeline when I joined Equestria, but I did know that Twilight wasn’t born yet.
Anyways… It was time.
I sluggishly left my apartment and called White Light over, his pure white fur and gold mane a good indication to my tired eyes. I then went inside, marked the sixth month on my calendar, and then entered the cocoon, covering my eyes with my third eyelid. For a moment I saw Celestia entering the bathroom before I closed my eyes and gave myself to the darkness.
It feels like someone is going to find the book.
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i have a feeling celestia has already
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What was the book again? His journal that he made so he wouldn't forget his memories or one about the elements of harmony?
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Both are one and the same.
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To be fair, even if she did find the book, one detail was forgotten : at the time he wrote it, he did not know how to write equestrian. Celestia wouldn't be able to read it.
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But they have translation spells, it could very well be that the only thing stopping them from reading his journal (if they found it) is their respect for his privacy.
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For a translation spell to work, you should probably have an understanding of the written language(that you want to translate) so that the spell works.
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Bingo
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I think there would be a variety of translation spells, even decryption spells, that would work better in varying circumstances. With everything being reported to Celestia, and it being magic, I see no reason why she wouldn't be able to brute force a translation spell on his Diary. Not that she would necessarily, I just think they are more than capable of translating his journal.
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Brute forcing a translation spell might result in diary being destroyed and besides, drFraud confirmed that you need an understanding of the written language to successfully translate.
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oh oof i forgot they were the author lol
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it's cool
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No harm done.
Even if Celestia could brute force the translation, learning a written language that has nothing to do with your own is leagues different than learning it by speaking.
As such, if she DID try, she would end up with gibberish at best.
Besides, like you guessed, she respects his privacy... For the most part.
This is a very interesting story so far, and one of the few I find myself truly looking forward towards. Very enjoyable!
Well this is a very interesting read, I will try my best to keep an eye on this, might even do a sketch of him in his new changeling form. Keep up the good work.
Third eyelid?
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Aye. Here the changelings monochrome blue eyes from the show are a result of a third eyelid..
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Ok. I can naturally assume one eyelid is for "pony eyes", what about the other?
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Bottom eyelid, top eyelid and the third one... I used cats as a reference, and their 'third eyelid' is mentioned as such.
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That's one thing I didn't know about cats...
Makes me wonder if he ever considered trying to transform into his human body.
I'm really hoping that Chrysalis, like Celestia, is different in this story. A good different like you made Celestia.
Great and solid foundation for the main timeline.
Very well made build up. I wonder if Patchwork is like the Equivalent of a Proto-Queen. Able to support, but not nessecary leader a Hive.
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He may aslo be a gaurd like ant majors it would explain why he has his own love store, and some majors do have Fuze.
We've had a (mostly) curated list of interactions, wonder what will happen when the general populace gets to see him?
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Why? He was a nurse. Sort of the career of y'know, saving lives and helping those who are hurt. A guard's job is to... well depending on who you ask keep someone from being hurt in the first place, or to hurt the ones that need hurting. I suppose the reasoning he gives afterwards is fair enough but it still is going kind of in the other direction, and it isn't as if true shapeshifting isn't useful for a healer.
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The reasoning is this (when I wrote this), anyone can be a guard if you apply yourself properly. Being a nurse however, requires inside qualifications he simply doesn't have in this world. And forging those qualifications would be more difficult than for, say, a guard.
I have more reasonings than this but this was the crux of it. Hope it clarifies it further.
It’s funny because it’s just so true!
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Maybe he could be a combat medic. Who knows.
Discontinuity.
there used to be ten months in the year
and then julias caesar added 2 more
july and august (for himself and his brother augustus)
this is also why september, october, november and december are the 9th, 10th, 11th and 12th months
could the month celast be a nod to this fact?
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Nice.
A 37 years old man cried because somebody was an asshole to him? Either he has serious self esteem issues or you need to create a viable excuse, like his brain is still from a 17 year old and that might have mess with his hormones or changeling have a deeper connections to emotions. Anyways I don't see the logic behind crying because the big meanie was mean to you and then turning around and saying you want to be a guard (the equivalent of a soldier) imagine the soldier of any nation crying in the barracks because the commander hurt their feelings.
Where is he from? He's acting like I would assume and extremly naive person would act, and I mean living under the protective bubble of rich helicopter parents type of naivete. He's 37 and he JUST REALIZE THERE EXIST MEAN PEOPLE ? Even in the mirror world there was evidence of bullying and other type of aggressions, why is he acting like a child with no life experiency. He should know this by know. Not even Forest Gump was that naive.
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wort part is that he's not even from the EqG world, he's from a more "our world" type world, which makes this utterly baffling.
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I'd give him the benefit of the doubt because he went from not being an empath to being an empath.
If you were to have the same exact situation before and after the reaction would be wildly different
Pre empath you'd just think 'wow, that guy's a dick' or 'he must have had a shitty day'
Post empath 'oh God his hatred is literally poisoning me'
Wait... Why would August be renamed to Celast? I would assume June or September would be named after Celestia, cause of the whole Summer Solstice/Equinox
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to match up with august being named after augustus probably, much like july being named after julius