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Two Legs or Four, There's Always More

by David Silver

Chapter 10: 10 - I'm a Bug?

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I woke up that morning and stretched out before I rolled out of bed. Twilight had provided a comfortable one, but that didn't make facing myself in the bathroom any easier. There wasn't any rush pushing me along. There was no miracle cure waitng for me. It was me, and the creature looking back at me, that everyone claimed was me.

I raised a hoof and waved it slowly, and the creature waved it back, identical holes and all. I grunted with annoyance and climbed into the shower, getting it going. I'd discovered eating like I was starving was enough to survive and even change a little, so I did. Not because I had to, but because I didn't want to be a bug right that moment. I took the form of my tormentor, and soon Twilight's voice echoed through the shower, singing a delightfully human song she would never know. She had a nice voice, at least, and I was fuzzy instead of hard. Fuzzy was easier to deal with.

The fact that it creeped her out when she heard or saw herself was a little side benefit. It was her fault I wasn't already a human, she could suffer a few heebie jeebies along the way.

A soft knocking came from the door. "Hey, Noah? You in there?" It was Spike.

I turned off the faucet with a bit of green magic. Changelings could move things with their mind just like unicorns if they wanted to, and with practice, which I was getting. "It's either me, or Twilight's using Noah's shower like a very naughty unicorn."

"Oh, uh, right. You available?"

I grabbed a towel with a hoof, another skill I was practicing, and got to drying my purple body. "Come on in. Nothing you haven't already seen before."

I heard the door open, and Spike appeared at the door to the bathroom a moment later. "Hey, are you ready for the wedding?"

Wedding? "What wedding?" I hung the towel up and became my buggy self, feeling a bit drained for it. "What wedding would want a changeling at it?"

Spike produced an invitation from behind his back. "The one Twilight and, I repeat, 'All residents of the castle' are invited to, which includes you."

I scowled at him. "Who's even getting married?"

He shrugged. "Does it matter? Think of it this way. Free buffet."

"What?" I looked around for something fancy to wear, but Twilight hadn't been very impressed with my pleas for clothing. Changelings didn't need clothes, she insisted.

He waved over his shoulder. "Come on, it'll be fun. You hide out too often these days."

I raised a chitinous brow at him. "Maybe that's because I'm a damn..." I sank my head a little. "I don't want to be seen like this. I don't want to be like this."

He put a claw on my shoulder. "C'mon, is it really that bad?"

"Yes."

He held up three digits. "Name three things, specifically."

I sat on my haunches and glared at him. "Alright, I'm the hardest person in the room. I'm even less colorful than I was before, which I didn't think was possible, in the land of colorful cheer. And the last bit, I'm not human. I'm not me." I put my forehooves to my chest. "I wake up every morning to the reminder that I have the wrong number of legs, big fangs I wasn't born with and a thousand other little things."

Spike nodded slowly. "Alright, do I get a turn?" I shrugged, so he continued, "Cool. So you're the only changeling allowed in the whole town, that's pretty unique. Everyone who knows you is sympathetic, not scared or horrified. And! Twilight owes you big time. See, three good things." He put his claws on his hips. "Now come on! You need to see your friends and stop hiding."

"You never answered who was getting married." I wobbled a hoof. "Is it someone I even know?"

"Matilda and Cranky, the two donkies?"

I knew the two. They were both surprised to see a human, but they were polite enough about it... "Are they going to flip out having a changeling there? I don't want to crash their wedding."

Spike waved dismissively. "I promise, they'll be way too busy with the wedding to even notice you're there. Just be polite, show up, and maybe say hello to somepony you know. It'll be fun."

A thought hit me.. "What did you mean by a buffet before?"

"Well they are serving food and stuff. Most weddings do." He shrugged.

There was more to it, more.. It clicked. "Wait a second. There's going to be love energy pouring all over the place, to and from them."

Spike stroked a chin. "Huh, guess so. See, more reasons to go. Come on. You haven't had a real meal in forever."

I rose up to all fours. "Fine, but I'm not a monster. I'll take whatever comes my way, and not a shred more."

Spike smiled wide as a mile. "Great! I'm telling you, it'll be fun! You need to stop moping. I mean, sure, it sucks, but you'll get turned back once she's done, right? Life isn't over."

I followed after him as he led the way out of the tower. As we walked, I saw a huge... thing, part bear, part bee, doing battle with Twilight and her friends. The local ponies didn't seem worried. I tapped Spike's shoulder. "Shouldn't we help?"

"Nah, she has it under control."

Just like that, we went past their furious melee, bound for the wedding.

Author's Notes:

You marked this finished! I'm calling you out, Mr. Author. You're off my christmas list!

Feh, I say. I celebrate Hearth's Warming anyway.

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