Midnight arrived within the confines of the dungeon with the changeling still within his magic grasp. He stepped inside of one of the long forgotten rooms that held many different torture devices. Celestia had removed them from the main rooms a long time ago as she had come to believe that torture and severe punishment were no longer fit to be given in this day and age. Midnight on the other hand thought differently. If getting information from the enemy meant getting the upper hand in the coming war, then he would use everything at his disposal to get that information. Although he didn't like what he was about to do, he would do it to save those he loved.

Midnight quickly placed the changeling into the confines of some magical cuffs that would prevent it from changing into any shape that would allow it to get free. As well as nullify its magic from being cast. It hiss and cursed at Midnight while struggling to get free. But it was of no use. It winced slightly as a small cracking sound fell from one of its limbs that was being held taught in the irons.

"Let me go Alicorn, and I will see to it that the Queen does not kill you when she takes over this land." It snickered but stopped as it felt a pressure on the small crack it had made on its leg.

(Tidbit of information for all of you people out there. Changelings have exoskeletons much like real insects. If to much pressure is placed on that point, it can crack, split or even break completely)

Midnight gave a sneer toward the small changeling as his mane gave the room they were in an ominous glow. He turned back to a small table as he floated it and the contents resting on top of it to the changelings side. The young changeling looked at the tools in horror as he realized what he had stepped into. Back in the hive he had taken part in torture sessions to pull information from enemies of the hive. Some of them even being of his own species that deserted the hive to live a normal life on their own. He had witnessed the gruesome horror that they endured before finally dieing while in terrible pain. He gave a nervous expression toward the Alicorn as he saw a small pair of pliers lift from the table and float toward him. He instinctively tried pulled back and away only to hit the table he was strapped to.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's your choice." Midnight spoke up as his expression remained neutral.

"You can kill me, but I will never tell you anything." It snapped back.

"Oh you won't die, but you will beg for death after I am done with you, even then you will not have that pleasure, and do you know why?" Midnight snarled. "Because I am going to heal you after every single session so that we can do this over and over again until you give me all of the information you have." He smirked now seeing the changelings look of absolute horror. Even during his time torturing his captives to death he never healed them so that he could continue the torture or to gain more information before their lives blinked out of existence.

"Are you really going to do thaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" The changeling began to speak until Midnight clamped the pliers onto the edge of one of his exoskeletal shells and began to pull it away from him causing the flesh underneath to tear away from it. Midnight continued this for another minute before stopping and releasing his grip, the changeling sobbing in pain as green and glowing blood oozed from the wound.

"That is your answer changeling, and it will continue for the rest of your life unless you tell me what I want to know." Midnight snarled into the changelings face who only began to laugh at him.

"Do your worst you sick fuck. We will see what happens." It snapped back giving a pant from the pain.

Midnight stepped back giving a growl toward the fake pony before him. He would have his work cut out for him. But he could try the worst tortures first so that the results would be quicker. Or just let the pain linger before being healed. Then he smiled to himself as one idea stepped forward above the rest. But he would need access to the royal archives to see if those spells even existed.

After a moment of thinking he smiled to the changeling who only grew a worried expression. "I take it you have heard of torture spells have you not?" Midnight chuckled as he saw the expression on its face change to horror. "I am going to go find those spells and then come back after I have learned them. I will then torture you endlessly until the information I require is given to me by yourself. You will not die or pass out during the process either because I already know the spells to keep you awake and alert. Oh and I failed to mention this one special spell as well." He grinned seeing the changeling loose control of its bladder. "This spell will make you far more sensitive to any and everything I will do to you. So the pain you experienced just a moment ago, imagine that times a thousand." He laughed as the changeling began to sob uncontrollably.

"Ok.....*sob*......ok, I'll tell you what you want to know." It cried as Midnight's smile widened.

'Thank God, I really don't like hurting anyone, even this creature. Thank you Baxter for that training in interrogation procedures.' Midnight thought to himself as he sighed internally.

A few hours passed by as Midnight made a mental copy of the changelings entire memory database onto a large stack of scrolls. Everything the changeling knew was plastered onto those scrolls. Midnight gave a smile as he placed the scrolls into his stash portal and began to leave the room.

"Now that I've given you what you want to know, are you going to releassssse me?" The changeling asked as it pulled at its bindings.

"Sorry to say that your going to have to stay for the time being. Would you like anything to eat or drink though, I can at least make your stay a little more comfortable."

The changeling gave him a deadpanned expression. "Do you even know anything about changelingsssss? We do not eat food like you do. We survive by living off the love of otherssss." He said before giving an annoyed snort.

"So then all you need is someone to love you?" Midnight asked giving a smirk.

"In essssssence, yesssss. Indirect love worksssss, but noone has loved a changeling in a thoussssand yearsssss. How could you........." He trailed off as he felt a wave of love envelope him. The changeling closed his eyes as he relished the feeling that began to fill his stomach to the brim. He let out a satisfied burp as he fell limp into his bindings. Midnight unhooked his bindings from being held up and then hooked them to the floor as the changeling looked up to him, the feeling of love gone from him but a full belly remained.

"How did you do that?" It asked Midnight as it looked up to him curiously.

"I love any and all creatures, even my enemies. I would prefer not to fight and to get along with everything in this world. But it just seems that most of the ones that start the fight want to finish it just to get their way. If your species lives from the love of others, I could help fill that empty space if they are willing to see reason and get along with my species." He smiled down to the young one who gave him a perplexed expression.

"You are the firsssssst pony to ever sssssay or do sssssuch a thing to or for a changeling, even after our little ssssession." He shuddered. "Had I known you were so willing to help feed usssss I would have been more willing to give you your information." It half smiled toward Midnight which looked more like a sneer.

"Well, this is a rather odd change of events. What changed your mind? The fact that I love every living thing, or the fact that I can give you a full belly in a matter of seconds?" Midnight laughed.

"To be honesssst. Both. I think this is the first time in my life that I have actually felt love from another that was directed right at me instead of a pony I mask myself as. I like thissss feeling, I feel more nourished than I have ever felt before, and I wish to keep this feeling."

"Sounds good to me, but I would like to do one thing first before I can truly trust you. I will be back in a few minutes." Midnight smiled to the little changeling and vanished in a bright flash of light.

After about ten minutes, Midnight returned with Celestia at his side. The changeling sat quietly as he looked from Celestia to Midnight and then back to her as she moved forward.

"Do not be afraid little one, I am simply going to look into your thoughts." She said but stopped as the changeling gave a nod, showing no hint of fear or anger. She pressed forward as her horn lit up pressing it to his head. A few seconds went by as she pulled back giving a smile down to the changeling.

"It seems what you said is true dear Midnight. You may do as you wish." She smiled as she vanished in a bright light.

"Well then, I guess this is your lucky day. And I would also like to apologize for my earlier actions in harming you." Midnight said as his magic released the bindings on the changeling.

The little one stood up giving his forelegs a gentle rub as he looked up to the Alicorn in front of him, He could feel the love radiating from him and it felt wonderful. Without a word he slowly stepped forward and wrapped his forelegs around one of Midnight's and gave a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you." Is all he said before he felt s gentle nuzzle on top of his head. He pulled back seeing Midnight smiling warmly at him.

"If you want to go then you are free to do so, but I would also like to ask that you stay for a while, to know that I am as good as my word. The guards have been notified that you have permission to leave Canterlot, but let it be known, that once you leave, you may not be able to return. As you know, there is a war that is about to be waged upon us, and we cannot distinguish one changeling from another. I can offer you a home here as well. I will make sure that you are properly fed and treated well as well.........." Midnight trailed off as he looked to the changeling. "I'm sorry, but I never got your name, and I am further sorry to say that I cannot tell your gender as well." Midnight said giving a sheepish smile.

"I do not have a name, nor a gender. Changelings are born as an asexual being, having both genders and yet none as we cannot reproduce like regular ponies. Once we choose a gender to become and mask ourselves as. We have that capability. But, as for now I am simply nothing."

"Well now that won't do, what gender do you prefer to mask yourself as?"

"I usually become female as it is the easiest for us to use in order to manipulate others."

Midnight stopped for a moment, giving a smile. "I just noticed something else, you stopped hissing when you speak a word with an S sound in it."

The changeling gave a chuckle. "That is only used as an intimidation tactic on my race's behalf, as many ponies are afraid of snakes or other creatures that hiss. Having fangs helps to increase that guise." It laughed as it ran it's tongue over its fangs.

"So would you like to stay for a time with me? I can offer you a place to sleep and plenty of food. All that I ask in return is for you to learn more about why I believe that every race can work in harmony, and live together."

The changeling lowered its head as it spoke. "I need to let you know something. Queen Chrysalis did not send me as I have told you before."

Midnight stood there a little in shock at the confession, but listened intently.

"The picture you saw of the cloaked figure, It was not a changeling. It was the daughter of Discord."