Storm Caller and Emerald Shade eyes twitched in unison. They both had the same thought; how in hell is this mare so fast?! After the fiasco, that was the first morning's incident with Little Dame Priceless Jewel and Winter Rose of Spitfire. The two thought that a race around the field was in order. They thought that five hundred laps around the ten-kilometer field were an ideal punishment for the two. And the rest would receive the same so not to play favorites, but. The; troublemaker, the griffin, the thestral and the mare in the Stenson completed the punishment in a half an hour without breaking a sweat. Especially Rose, who completed the laps in less five minutes.

Winter; Gloria (the griffin), Crimson Scythe (thestral), and Sandy Shores (the one with the hat), sat beside each other making bets to see who would pass out first, or crash and burn. Gloria and Winter appear to be getting along almost like lost sisters from another world. Sandy was in on the bets while Crimson appears to be too shy to join in.

In all his years, Storm has never seen such talent before. He can confidently assume that Spitfire herself was teaching Rose long before she was even accepted here. Rose will definitely excel here, same with the others that are sitting with her. The other others will just fall behind faster than you can say, 'bugbear.'

"There goes, Marigold!" Gloria shouted as a sun yellow pegasus filly collapsed and ate the ground under her.

"Celestia dang it!" Sandy shouted in a western accent as she hoofed a couple of bits to the griffin.

"Yep, talented, but a growing pain in my flank," Storm sighed.

"At least, they have spirit," Emerald smirked, "remind you of anyone. Especially Rose?"

"Yep. And if she is anything like Summer Rose. Then I will need my liquor cabinet filled up," he chuckled.

"Nah, we will need a booze wagon," Emerald chuckled back as the four passed bits around after a few more of the other trainees fell from the sky.

The events of the day were simple at best. We did laps, ate, socialized--Which most of the royal brats avoided me and my new friends; Gloria, Sandy, and Crimson, like the plague. And then we were given our little lodging houses which hold's six ponies.

The lodging house was simple. There was; three bunk beds, each bunk had a trunk at the base, on the left side of the room was, what I assumed was a fold up desk attached to the wall. The north end of the room had a bathroom, and the center of the room had a carpet. The room was lit up by candles and that was about it.

Gloria and Sandy chose the bunks furthest away from the bathroom while Crimson and I chose the bunks that were the second furthest. I hopped on the top bunk, which Crimson didn't mind and put my stuff in the trunk. Everyone got comfy while we waited for the other two that should be arriving sometime soon.

As I was about to have a nap. I heard the door to the lodge open and the memorable clip-clop of hooves echoed throughout the small house. I looked over from my small nest to see Captain Storm Wing and two others right beside him. One was a mare with a light blue coat and a dark blue mane. She had orange eyes and her cutie mark was a crescent moon with a star in the middle. The other was another mare with an almost white pink coat and a pretty violet mane. She didn't have a have cutie mark yet. Everyone gave a hello while I just watched.

"Alright girls, these twos are going to be you roommates till the end of the camp. The blue filly is Blue Moon and the Pink mare is LockHeart," Storm explained. "Be nice as they arrived late and make sure you don't murder them. Right Winter Rose?" He looked my way with a scowl.

"Can't promise it," I shrugged.

Storm continue to glare at me like I was going to change my answer, but gave up and left the room with a grunt. Knowing that, I probably would give him more of a hard time if he stayed any longer.

"So um...W-what does he mean when he said that Winter Rose might murder us?" Lockheart stuttered.

Sleep rarely came to me in unfamiliar places, even though I can sleep anywhere I want to. I have been known to fall asleep on top of fridges, inside cabinets and the odd tree during winter. Dreams usually never come to me. When they do, they are lucid to the point the real world looks fake. In these kinds of dreams, an event happens. The event usually happens in the real world, bringing me a scary case of da-ja-voo.

When I don't have my annoyingly philosophical dreams, I just wake up the second I fall asleep. It's annoying most of the time, but at least, I don't have to expect the unexpected. However, in haveing a blank sleep means I am very easy to wake up. Which is the case when the bathroom light was aimed directly into my closed eyelids.

I groaned, knowing that falling back to sleep was going to be non-existent for the next hour. I went to use the bathroom myself. I glided down from my bunk, landing on the rug. I tip-hoofed my way to the bathroom to get a good scare of the pony that woke me up. I carefully stood outside the door and peeked in.

What I saw was...Interesting. There in the outhouse style room was a black, bug with violet wings, holes and pacing back and forth mumbling something that I assumed was a different language. Her chirping, squeaking, clicking to herself was very cute for a changeling. I looked back to see who was missing from the beds and saw the bottom bunk of the closest bed to be empty. 'So Blue Moon is a changeling? Neat,' I thought. I turned around and saw the changeling just inches away from my face.

She blinked, I blinked. Her cat-like eyes shrunk in fear and backed back into the bathroom. Her chest heaved a mile a minute as she darted around the room, looking for a way to escape, but unless she can shrink to the size of a piece of paper, she wasn't going anywhere. I walked into the room and quietly closed the door so we won't be disturbed.

"Neat! I always wanted to meet a changeling," I smiled. That calmed her down a little, but her fear was still potable.

"Don't be afraid of me Blue Moon. I won't hurt you," I tried to coax her down. She muttered something in her cute changeling language before her form flashed in green flame, turning herself back to her old form.

"H-h-h-how does I know that y-y-you won't tell no pony?" she stutter-blushed.

I thought about that for a moment, noticing the smell of shame that reminded me of whenever Spitfire left the basement bathroom. There even was the same little...Puddle...By...The...Toilet.

'Okay. Green changelings like love. Violet changelings like lust,' I noted. She must have been hungry for said lust and decided a late night masturbation session was in order. She now that I have that in mind. I wonder who she was thinking about when she was clopping?

Shaking my head from my thought, I notice the changeling in front of me had her tongue sticking out with a very hungry look in her eyes. 'Okay, me thinking about fapping is a real turn on for her. If she is this desperate to break character and since I wanted a pet changeling. I guess it's time to test how much of an improvement my kissing skills have gained since I got my new tongue, but it needs to be consensual.

"You alright Blue?" I asked. She immediately shook her head in shock and backed away into the wall, looking like she was about to cry. I took a step further, but she held out a hoof.

"No! Stay away from me!" she whimpered.

"Why? I can tell you are hungry so I want to help," I frowned.

"Y-y-you don't understand. I'm a monster!"

"I do understand," I frowned. "You need lust or whatever and since you don't want to hurt no-pony. Someone that is willing to give you what you need won't cause them harm right? Also, you are not a monster."

"H-h-how did you know that?"

"I figured it out," I said sheepishly while rubbing that back of my head. "I heard what a green changeling likes and made the conections."

"S-so. You, now what I need?" she blushed. She stood back up, but she kept her gaze on the floor.

"Yep," I said, sticking the entirety of my tongue out for her to see. Her blush deepened as I got a little closer.

"So, wanna make out?" I purred.

And that's how I gave a filly a wing boner.