I ducked low in the mountain brush. The thudding of hooves and boots wandered around me as they searched for me. "I know I saw it, cheese legged monster."

I looked down to my hooves, the holes and irregular cuts that dug into my flesh were muddy and damp. My shorts were tattered and worn down, my tank ratty and spackled with water and mud. I adjusted my hand on the ground, trying to steady myself for the next sprint. I looked back down to my legs as a guard wandered past. A soft hiss and flash of green enveloped my hooves, changing my legs into a solid, normal pony form, still bearing the dark grey of my lower half.

I took a deep breath and got ready to run. A stick snapped under my hoof and the world went silent to listen. The woods outside of Canterlot went still, and for a moment I could hear my breath. "Please no--"

I felt something slam into my back. A pair of hooves forced me onto my belly and kept me pinned to the damp forest floor. "Captain, I found it!" The pony's shouts locked out the bustle of the woods, the only sound left was thudding. I was done. I was caught. I was going to die.

What a shame. Sorry mom.

I went limp as a rustle came from behind me. "Whoa shit, that's not good." A soft voice hit my ears slowly. A loud rustling came from his direction. "Change of plans, take it with us."

My hands were pulled behind me and bound together. I felt my hooves raised, quickly finding a similar fate. "Are you sure this is a changeling, sir?"

The soft voice returned. "No doubt, now pick her up, we're heading home."

I stayed silent as a pair of hands roamed my body. I watched as the dark brown and green blurs were flung past me. I laid still as I was tossed over a guard's shoulder, left as baggage for the walk back to Canterlot.

The walk was grey and bitter. I bounced softly against the guard's back. I spotted a pony guards walking beside me. "Captain...she's got a pretty face."

The man who was carrying me stopped and turned. "Sterling?"

The pony walked back around so I could see him. "These things feed off emotion, love, stuff like that right?" He snorted at me. "We could have some fun, nopony would even know. Heck, she'd probably like it." He looked up to me. "Huh? You like a hot pony cock in your mouth, freak? Huh?"

I felt myself lurch back as the man carrying me shifted. The rustling overwhelmed my hearing, but the yelp of the pony rang out hard. "You sick fuck!" Another voice jumped in. The man who was carrying me stepped back, letting me look over as another pony was standing off with the one who was threatening me. "You think that's okay!? What the fuck--"

"Ken, stop it." The man who was carrying me walked between them. I found myself face to face with the pony who was yelling, Ken. He looked old, a thick purple beard hanging down from his chin. "This isn't the time, or the place. Now both of you knock it off!"

Ken looked up at me and turned away. "I'm telling the major--"

The other pony laughed. "You go ahead! You think he'll defend a changeling!"

The man carrying me walked on, leaving the two ponies to bicker. I spotted his eyes looking back to me. "...You're going to the castle, we'll figure out what to do with you there."

I sighed loudly. "It seems like you already made up your mind." I closed my eyes and went slack. "I don't care anymore...I'm so tired."

"Well, just a ball of sunshine, aren't you?" He adjusted his hand on my arm, taking hold of my hand. "Just keep it together, you're...you're the first satyr we've seen like this, so just stay calm."

I didn't return his squeeze. "Just get it over with."

The captain huffed. "Jav, you're on probation." He stopped and turned to face the ponies. "Ken, go ahead, find the major."

The pony with the beard stomped his hoof and ran off. The last pony just stood there, staring at me. "You're really going to tell the major?"

The captain turned around, leaving me to stare at the bad pony as he stood in the underbrush. "Threatening a prisoner is bad, threatening a detainee with rape, really, really not smart." The captain clicked his tongue. "You awake still?" I looked over at him. "You're gonna be fine...alright?"

I closed my eyes. "Sure...keep telling yourself that." I drifted away, not ready to face another face looming over me, hurting me, violating me. If it happened, I wouldn't be awake for it. I really just wanted to go home.

Author's Notes:

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