You look to the wooden boards beneath your feet, then look back up to the lord of the dead, “…I wanna be a changeling”

     “Ew…I HATE bugs…” he scowled.

     “And what’s that supposed to-” you protest before you’re interrupted.

     He coughs loudly to get you to stop talking, “Nothing, nothing, good luck with your…being gross”

     His horn glows a familiar dark green hue, before it explodes into a near-blinding white flash. On your way out, you think you hear him whisper, “Good luck”

     And then you awake. You’re…flying? Huh. That’s new. Wings, horn…teeth, wow! And…you’re starving…what’s that sound? The sound of buzzing.

     Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

     You remember when you reincarnated as a bear and all those angry bees were chasing after you because you stole their honey.

     Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

     Of course that was like…what…eight reincarnations ago? Seven?

     BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

     Would you stop that buzzing, I’m trying to narrate here- Oh, wait a minute, it’s your hive. They’re all swarming around…wait…there’s a massive dome around Canterlot.

     You widen your eyes in realization and adrenalin rushes through your disgusting veins.

     Months of preparation, so much planning, and so much love to feed on. You want to be good, but…the queen has been starving you to shove away your morality. You have nothing but instinct to rely on now. And you love it.

     Your horn tingles, signaling that the dome has weaked, and you growl as you roughly smash yourself against it. Multiple smacks later, the dome starts to crack, and finally smashes to bits.

     The army swarms in, on the warpath looking for something, ANYTHING to satisfy its never ending war against starvation.

     A stallion and mare flee in fear as you zero in on them. You can smell the love coming from them from a little less than half a mile away…it’s strong between them.

     You tackle the mare, put your horn to her head, and start absorbing. It feels good.

     She cries out in pain, and her husband turns back to protect her, but one of your comrades tackles him and saps his love as well.

     “So…unbearably…DELICIOUS!” he chimes as he drains the helpless pony of his love.

     Eventually, you can feel their love running dry.

     “This is all YOUR fault!” The mare beneath you screams in hysteria, “We never should have left the house! I never should have listened to you! I wish I’d never met you!”

     “How was I supposed to stop this!? They would have taken over the house, all we could DO was flee! You’re always quick to blame others, aren’t you? AREN’T YOU!?” he spits in rage, blowing steam from his nostrils.

     You snicker as you take her coin purse, stepping off of her to admire your work.

     Their love is gone. They will hate each other for the rest of eternity. Your hunger has been satisfied, but you still feel…empty inside. Is this what remorse feels like?

     You fly away, up onto the roof of a building. Just from here you can see the pain you’ve all caused.

     A wounded pony helplessly crawls into a nearby alley, sobbing violently, as a swarm of changelings descend on him. You pity him.

     Shaking your head, you fly higher. You want to see the full view of events taking place.

     You hover in the skies, to the altitude that everyling was at before the breaking of the dome. Completely alone, you have enough room to think.

     Changelings soar through the air, chasing ponies, disarming guards, feasting, stealing, and destroying. Ponies gallop at full speed, but to no avail. Changelings don’t miss their targets.

     …is this what you’re loyal to?

     You shudder, then contemplate deserting…until the decision smacks you across the face. Literally.

     A wave of raw love that scrambles your circuits bursts from the main chambers of Canterlot castle. Changelings that are swept away by the storm are helpless to the unknown power. It hits you hard and sends you flying through the air at speeds you didn’t think anyling would be capable of going.

     Changelings fly in all directions, and you eventually land face first into a tree a few miles away.

     You’re instantly knocked unconscious.

     ...am I dead?

     You see nothing but darkness for what seems like a few seconds, until…you wake up. Thank Chrysalis for your exoskeleton, or you would have been squished like a bug…no pun intended.

     You open your sickly, green eyes. You’re intertwined within the branches of a tree. What are those red th- oh, those are apples. You’re in an apple tree.

     Twisting and turning in an attempt to escape your wooden prison, you fall out of the tree roughly. In the distance you see two figures. A pony and…a smaller pony thing…talking. You walk forward, and can already sense the love…your stomach growls…it’s been a few days since the impact. You’re starving.

     You’re about to start soaking in the love when you remember your thoughts from the blast.

          OhsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodieohsweetChrysalisI’mgoingtodie.

     Er, no, a little before that.

     …is this what you’re loyal to?

     You stare at them…they start to walk away…this could be your only chance at a meal for a while.

     What do you do?

Choice:

1. I'd rather buck with their relationship than starve, thanks very much. Click here

2. ...they can be spared...just this once. Click here