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- >Your name is...well, you don't have one
- >You're a changeling, after all
- >And today, you're leaving the hive
- >You step out of the subterranean network of caves and into the harsh sunlight and harsher desert heat
- >You shield your eyes with a hole-ridden hoof
- >Oops
- >Right
- >With nary a thought, a green flame flickers over you, and the holes are gone
- >In their place, you have a brown coat - quite an unremarkable shade, at that
- >You look at yourself and nod
- >Brown coat, brown eyes, grey mane and tail - you look like an entirely inconspicuous stallion, or at least that's what your teachers said when praising you
- >You start walking towards the nearest pony settlement
- >Appleloosa or something
- >"Sunshine, sunshine, ladybugs awake, clap your hooves and do a little shake"
- >The voice coming out of your mouth isn't the usual high-pitched hiss, but rather a low-pitched rumble
- >Good
- >You've got this
- >You're not gonna fail this mission
- >Admittedly, the mission isn't that complicated
- >Hard, but not complicated
- >You're to act as a sort of vanguard or scout, and insinuate yourself deep into pony society
- >It's to be done slowly, carefully so that the sudden influx of new 'ponies' doesn't seem suspicious
- >Though, once their defenses have been scoped out properly, you'll most likely start replacing ponies, though you're not sure
- >The queen's plans are just that; the queen's
- >For now, all you have to do is create an identity for yourself and start living like a regular pony
- >And therein lies the reason you volunteered for this
- >You...kind of don't want to suck the love from ponies
- >Well, noone wants to, of course, but some are more enthusiastic about it than others
- >Of course, you know the pains of starvation all too well
- >But mostly?
- >You just wanted to get out of those caves
- >It's not that you didn't like your fellow changelings or chrysalis
- >You just kind of longed for...more
- >Of course, all but the most broken changelings seem to eventually get their chance to go out into the world
- >But see, it's like...like...oh forget it
- >You continue walking with the desert sun beating down on you
- >Curiously, it's gotten more tolerable
- >You're not about to complain
- >You walk for an hour or so
- >The pony settlement appears on the horizon
- >Oh dear
- >You just realized
- >You don't have a name
- >You'll need to come up with one - an un-named pony would be very suspicious
- >Well, it doesn't need to be a permanent name, right?
- >Okay, so throwaway name....
- >Hm....
- >This is harder than you'd thought
- >Okay, you decide to go with Clyde Dale
- >That sounds pony-ish enough
- >Right?
- >Sure it does
- >You finally arrive at Appleloosa
- >It matches the description the elder changelings gave
- >Rural, lots of wood, apple trees everywhere
- >Fucking earth ponies, man
- >The legend seemed to be true
- >Earth ponies could, in fact, grow anything anywhere
- >Except a brain in their head
- >As you understood it, they were simple creature-
- >"Howdy pardner! Welcome to AAAAAAAPPLELOOOSA!"
- >A yellow colt? or...was it stallion?
- >Whatever
- >He's apparently set his sights on you, as the newcomer, and is giving you a tour you didn't ask for
- >He seems blissfully ignorant about that, and prattles on about stuff like 'mild west dances'
- >You can't help but grin
- >He's so full of energy
- >And...and he's kind of cute
- >That's the word, right?
- >You're 99.9% sure it is
- >So...huh
- >Guess that means you're ..gay?
- >Pony sexuality was always a minefield of who's-it's, what's-it's and unnecessary labels
- >Sure, changelings have sexes, but when the entire race can shapeshift, it really is quite fluid
- >Ah! But! Even thinking that must mean you're getting into character, right?
- >You tune back into reality as the stallion waves his hat to create a cool breeze for you
- "Huh?"
- >He smiles warmly
- >"Heat's gettin' to ya, huh?"
- >You nod, not having a verbal reply lined up
- >"Well we gotta fix that, don't we?"
- >He nudges his head in the direction of a building with shade, and what look to be cool, refreshing drinks inside
- >You nod again and follow him inside
- >You take a seat
- >He, on the other hand, zips up to the counter, puts some bits on it, and brings two mugs back to the table
- >"Drink up now, ya hear?"
- >By chrysalis, why is his voice so fantastic?
- >You nod again and take a sip of the cool beverage
- >You can vaguely taste the apple in it, but mostly you just appreciate the hydration
- >"Now, ah don't like repeatin' mahself, but ya might've missed it first time 'round. Mah name's Braeburn!"
- >You nod again
- >"Griffon got yer tongue?"
- >You grin sheepishly, then clear your throat
- "Mah apologies, throat got a bit parched out there, is all."
- >You try to mimic his way of speaking, but not too closely
- >"As it tends to do! What brings y'all out all this way anyhoo?"
- >Shit!
- >Gotta think on your hooves
- >What's a job that would bring someone out here?!
- "Why, Ah'm the apple inspector, of course!"
- >He blinks in surprise
- >"Come again?"
- >Shit shit shit
- >Okay, just roll with it
- "Ya heard me, I'm here to inspect yer apples"
- >His eyes narrow
- >"Th' apple inspector was here less than a month ago"
- >His voice has gained a note of threat and distrust in it
- >Panic!
- >Except not, because that would be bad bad bad so very bad
- >You put on a smile that's far more confident than what you actually feel
- "Ah damn well know that. H'ever, ah had ta make sure y'all weren't slacking off the moment ya thought us gone"
- >You make a mocking 'tsk tsk' sound
- >He blinks again, looking confused for a moment
- >Then his face brightens and he bursts into treats laughter
- >"Are y'all sayin' ya doubt our work ethic?"
- >Somehow he manages to stammer forth between giggles you suspect are very unstallion-like
- >Poor guy lost control of himself
- "Only the guilty have somethin' ta fear, ain't that right, though?"
- >He eventually manages to calm down
- >"Now that is a very valid point. That bein' said 'n all....if ye're the apple inspector, where's yer cutie mark?"
- >....fuck
- >fuckfuckfuckfuck
- "Uh...well, ya see, son, ponies tend to react poorly to an unexpected inspector. So ah applied some paint. Hindsight bein', as always, 20/20, that don't be the best idea."
- >You shrug
- >He nods thoughtfully
- >You look into those vivid eyes of his, and get lost
- >He breaks the gaze first, and coughs
- >"Well! If'n y'all are the inspector, shouldn't you be doin' some inspectionin'?"
- >Damnit, you keep walking into these things
- >You look at him and wink
- "Oh, but ah already did. A plus."
- >You turn around and head out of town, making sure it's *not* the way you came in
- >You'd love to stay here, but you kind of blew yer own cover there
- >Besides...
- >You're not sure being an earth pony is for you
- >Or male, for that matter
- >You certainly feel heavier and less agile than your usual form, and...
- >Oh sweet hive!
- >You just noticed
- >You're sporting an erection
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