Partial Possession Chungus Chapter 11

>He hummed and looked forward, considering. "Well, I suppose...if you really think it's best--"
"Changeling."
>Both of their eyes brightened in understanding and they nodded, with a "Oooh." Chungus coughed. "Right, I'll have to look like a pony, then."
>"But otherwise, try to be yourself!"
>  :^)
>You continue walking, and eventually make it to the castle, and up the steps
>Fluttershy starts to ring the doorbell. You kick the oversized door open, and walk in.
"YOOO CHANGELING LICH IN THE HIZZYYYY"
>Chungus sighed. "So we can mark 'Zebra' off the list of what you used to be when you were alive."
"You can mark deez nuts."
>"What nuts?"
"Don't be a titty biscuit."
>"I'll be what I want."
>Once Fluttershy put her boots to the side and catched up, you smiled to her. She bashfully smiled back.
>What the fuck does she see in you?
>'Probably your apparent confidence and unconventional way of showing affection.'
>Wait what.
>'It's also probably due in part to your enthusiasm for most every task you set yourself to. And your front of pessimism that adds a element of hard-to-get.'
'Stop making me actually feel better about myself. It is extremely unsettling.'
>He shrugged. 'I'm just saying. I've had many years training in learning how to be lovable. As much as I hate to admit, you've got most of it down.'
>You feel incredibly conflicted
>On one hand, you're pretty sure you're blushing from embarrassment and warm-fuzzy feelings
>On the other, Chungus speaking didn't actually make your day worse
>You manually flush the faux-blood away from your face to even out your complexion, and barge in to The Lab
>Your eyes scan the room, and you see Twilight, barely disturbed by your presence, screwing a lid on the jar.
>"Ah, Anon, Fluttershy, Chungus, how are you?"
"Why aren't you bitching? You should be bitching. You're Twilight."


>She grinned. "I actually just made a breakthrough, which will help out very much in future studies of the life force!"
"So what you're saying is because of me your life has become easier."
>She looked up and tilted her head back and fourth. "I'd say more of a neutral influence."
"I'll need to fix that."
>She waved her hoof, dismissing the conversation. "Anyways, it should be easier than ever to cast this spell, if my calculations are correct."
>"Mhm." Chungus hummed, unconvinced. "Fluttershy, it'd probably be safer if you stayed outside for--."
>He turned to look at her, but only caught a glimpse of the door closing behind her.
>"Clever girl."
>Twilight nods. "Right, Anon, you'll have to revert to just being the jar. Your magical body might interfe--"
>You drop your body and float lightly to the floor, a jar.
>It's extremely disorientating. Without any of your senses, your mind's eye completely takes over
>Though, since you've nothing particular on your mind, it's only abstract shapes and colors. The more you focus on them, the faster they receed away
>You probe Chungus' mind, only to find he's doing the exact same to you. You would smile if you could.
'I guess this is it, Chungie boy. No more think-talking or sharing or anything. Anything to say?'
>You felt a warmth from his half. 'You might be a cunt, Anon. But at least you're not a fucking cunt. You're an honest asshole.'
>You chuckle internally. 'Anything to say to me? Eh?'
'You remind me of the friends I never had in life. You're not a fucking cunt either, Chungus.'
>The warmth got even brighter, and a disembodied fanged smile entered your mind's eye through the fog. 'It's so strange, having no senses.'
'Yeah...you could say it's...'
>If you could lean in mentally, you did it
'A LITTLE JARRING.'
>'FUCK YOU ANON!"
>His presence suddenly receded from your own, and for a few moments you heard and felt nothing.


>The extreme silence howled in your head, driving an itch through your being immediately
>You waited for a second to reinitialize, to be safe. All you can really feel is an extreme loneliness. It felt like hours had passed, before you recreated your body.
>By the time you opened your eyes, a tear had started to form in one. Chungus, in full exoskeleton, looked back at you, his face somehow triggering intense nostalgia
>You grinned and reached out a hoof. He reached out his own, and shook with you.
'Shitbag.'
>'Dicksucker.'
>Twilight looked between the two of you. "Um. Did it work?"
>Chungus nodded. "Definitely."
>The door creaked open, and Fluttershy peaked through. You waved, and she grinned and trot in, placing her face to yours and wrapping a wing around you. Twilight continued.
>"By adding a artifical horn to the Phylactory, I was able to increase Chungus' spellcasting control, allowing him to continue using his changeling abilities with no ashes."
"So you're saying you put a dildo in the lich jar."
>Her smile weakened considerably. "N-no! W-why would you use a horn like that?"
>Chungus shrugged. "Pony horns are pretty dicklike."
>
"So, I still have his ashes in me? That means I'll always have a bit of you inside me, Chungus. Actually, all of you. I'm much like Rarity in that way."
>He chuckled, a little too long, until it grew into a full laugh. Twilight raised an eyebrow. "I don't get it."
>Fluttershy giggled. "Don't worry about it, Twilight."
>Man, you love it when she gets your jokes. A part of yourself, the innocent recesses of waifusim, dies inside. But the rest laughs all the harder.
>Twilight shrugged it off, and turned to the metaphroical house centipede in the room. "Chungus, would you mind staying in town until the Summer Sun Celebration?"
>He shrugged. "Why? And when is it?"



>"Only in a week!"
"So that means summer's half over, right? And I don't have to deal with the shitty sun anymore? I'm looking forward to paling and spending time inside."
>Twilight's eye twitched when you insulted the sun, but otherwise she kept her cool. "Yes, summer is nearly half over."
>"So what's the why, then?" Chungus asked
>She cleared her throat, and you instinctually groan internally as she begins what will undoubtably be an over-practiced speech
>"Well, you're the only friendly Changeling to make contact since the invasion, as far as I know. Celestia, and Luna, would undoubtedly like a chance to speak with you!"
>He raised an eyebrow, but she continued regardless. "It may be a important step in the direction of longlasting and prosperous peace between the Hive and Equestria!"
>"I could be shunned from the Hive! It's not like I can just spill secrets to any monarch that asks!"
>She shook her head. "Oh no, we wouldn't ask secrets! Just dialog!"
>He narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly. "Ehhhhh. Mmmm. No. No I don't think I want to meet even more of the family who killed me."
>Twilight's smile turned to a frown, and Fluttershy came over and pat her on the back. "Pleeease, Chungus?" She asked for her friend. "It would be ever so helpful."
"Yeah, and Pinkie still needs to throw a party for you, ya prick."
>He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, fine. I'll stay and talk to the princesses."
>The smile came back to both of the ponies' faces, and caused your expression to lighten too. "Thank you, thank you so much!" Twilight claps her hooves together in excitement
>It proved contagious, and he grinned. After a moment, he turned around and walked out.
>Twilight's mouth hung agape. "D-did I do something wrong?"
"Nah, he's happy. He just has the social skills of a...well, me."
>You turned and walked out also.



>After catching up to Chungus, the both of you walked out the castle in a comfortable silence. Eventually, he changed into a fairly generic brownish-redish looking unicorn.
>Walking out the door, he turned to you. "Hey, I don't remember where Pinkie's place is. Would you mind showing me?"
"Yeah, no problem."
>You walk him down the street, and see the occasional pony buzzing around busily, the preparations for the celebration taking place
>As you get closer to Sugarcube Corner, the activity gets heavier, until there's nearly a crowd around the building it's self.
>While Chungus pushes himself through, you jump up and float over, careful not to let your hooves hang low and kick someone in the face.
>This time.
>You both slip into the doorway, and see Pinkie at a collection of various tables pushed together, pointing out various pieces of a large chart behind her to the ponies inside
>When she sees you both, she hurridly gets to a stopping point, and bounces over.
>"Oh, yay! Another new pony!" She says it with genuine joy, but tired eyes. "What's your name?"
>Chungus shakes his head. "No, it's just me, Pinkie. Chungus."
>Her eyes light up. "Eeehehe! I didn't even know! Wow, that's a good disguise there--"
>"Pinkie." He stops her, holding a hoof up. "ex-nay on the angling-chay, remember?"
>"Oooooh." She nods. "Right! Gotcha! Oh, and don't worry about all this, I still remember your party! It might take a day or two, but it'll be ready soon!"
>His grin becomes a little guilty, and he averts his eyes for a moment, before returning them. "I'm actually staying until after the celebration, so we can put it off."
>She sighed heavily, letting her head fall almost to the floor, and looking back up. "What a relief! Thank you for your patience!"
"You're welcome."
>Chungus shot a glare at you.
>Pinkie started bouncing in place, looking between all the ponies, who seemed somewhat annoyed with their superior spending time talking to two nobodies during their briefing
"Hey, wouldn't Twilight be organizing this?"
>"Nope!" She said. "Turns out I'm better at it."
"WHOA. WHOA."
>You hold a hoof up, looking between her and Chungus.
"Who said you could be better than Twilight at a thing? Especially organizing?"
>"It's my actual special talent!" She whined, "I just want to have this one thing and she can't take it, darn it!"
>Chungus nodded and pat her shoulder. "I completely understand."
>"Thank you, Chungus! You really are a great pal! A bestest buddy!"
>A pegasus with a heavy Manehattan accent banged the table "Boss! You gonna get back to this?"
>"Okay, I really have to go now!" Pinkie said, "It's great talking to you, though! Oh, and you can sleep in the baby's room, we've moved them to mine and got a guest bed!"
>He gave a short bow. "Thank you, my lady."
>Repeating in your head 'That is period accurate' over and over again is all that can stop you from slapping him in the back of the face