Partial Possession Chungus Chapter 9

>You lay back on the couch and stare at the ceiling, waiting.
>You don't really feel tired anymore, just like you don't REALLY feel hungry, or much of anything else
>Everything's kind of distant, really. As far as you know, you're just continuing these needs out of habit
>Though you suppose Chungus probably knows how you feel, it's kind of difficult to do anything other than shoot shit with him. Having a serious talk might kill you
>Again
>Sighing softly, you pull the blanket over you even though it's not all that cold
>Eventually you kick it off again, and stand up, bored.
>Eh, Chungus probably won't mind a morning stroll
>You quietly open the front door and close it behind you, and gently take flight, before landing on a high tree branch.
>Every now and then a glimpse of Chungus' dream passes through your mind's eye, before receeding back into a blank sleeping state.
>If he's bothered by your movement, he's not showing it. You lean against the trunk of the tree and watch the horizon. That eventually bores you, and you close your eyes for a moment
>None of the dreams he's having make much sense, completely jumbled and constantly resetting. Probably how most of the night goes, but it's still kinda boring.
>You open your eyes again, and the sun starts to peek over it all too fast for a moment, bright orange, before quickly lowering again
>Nice, Celestia. Smooooth.
>It restarts it's ascent, more calmly with a gentle yellow glow
>To be fair, you're amazed at how little she fucks it up. If you had to cast a spell right after waking up every day, you would start EVERY day with a failure
>Turning around, you can't see the moon set through the trees behind you. Ah well, Luna goes unnoticed. All is right in the cosmos.
>After a while, birds start to chirp and take small flights. You stare at the sun for a while
>It actually doesn't completely burn your eyes out. Well, it kind of does, but you can just repair them with magic as quickly as they're damaged
>Eat shit, mom.




>Chungus starts to stirr awake, but you close your eyes and relax, and just as quickly he fades back into unconsciousness, pulling up your wings to shield the breeze
>Man, it's been forever since you've had time alone.
>And sometimes it's nice to just be alone for a while.
>Remember those times you were alone?
>You did all sorts of fun stuff
>Like chug bleach.
"Chungus!"
>"SHIT!"
>He jumps and your wings flare, both of you trying to flap them at once, causing you to spin out and fall off the branch
>You extend your arm, growing the hoof into a claw and grabbing back on
>Oo. Fun.
>You contract it and pull yourself back to the branch, morphing your hoof back to normal once you settle down
>Sitting back, you look towards the sky again
>"...Well?! The fuck did you wake me up like that for?"
"I was lonely."
>"That's not a excuse! You can't just do that to people because you're 'lonely'!"
>You morph your arm into a mirror, and look into it with the most disappointed face you can muster.
>'What? What's that about?'
>Your frown grows even larger.
>'I don't--Oh. Oh uh. Yeah. Yeah, okay, you get that. But look, even though we're friends--'
"I don't need friends. They disappoint me."
>You yawn and lean back, letting your wings catch you for a moment, and then sit up again
>'Right. Well, I'm just saying, don't make a habit of that stuff.'
'Gotcha.'
>'Why are you even watching the sunrise?'
>You huff and cross your arms. What, you can't enjoy some tranqil peace and quiet?
>'No. No, YOU can't.'
>He's got you there.
>Shrugging, you take flight again, circling lazily upwards until you find some thin clouds
>You go to press your hoof into the cloud, but it quickly receeds from you, not thick enough to support your weight
>You wiggle your hoof around, trying to gather it in one place, but it refuses to clump together
"H-how is this done?"
>"I don't know. You are the pegasus."
"Correct."
>"So, pegacize."



>Floating, you try to corral the vapour in one place. It slips through your hooves easily
>Accidentally, your wings scrape in to it, and it obediently pushes closer, providing enough of a surface to support your hoof
>Quite a few tries later, you get the hang of it. Flap your wings close, pull it close to condense a nice cloud, and sit on it
>Fuck. Now what?
>'Become a sky pirate.' Chungus suggested, laying back into the fluffy structure
"What?"
>'Ugh, nothing. I just wanted to be a sky pirate when I was a kid.'
"Stop it. You're not allowed to have aspirations. Or fun."
>'Well what did you want to be when you were a kid?'
"A disney villain. Specifically one of Scar's hyenas. So all my dreams have basically come true."
>'You're not anything like a hyena. You know they don't actually laugh because they think something is funny--'
"You're literally destroying my dreams, Chungus. I mean, you are ACTUALLY making my dreams actively die around me. You know that, right?"
>He nodded. 'Yes.'
>Wow.
>What an asshole.
>You roll over and stick your head out, looking down on the ground below you
>For a moment, vertigo seizes you, and you retreat, closing your eyes
>It occurs to you that you're probably not experienced enough to be doing this stuff
>It probably takes a dozen years or more for foals to be considered competent enough to do stuff like this on their own, considering the dangers of a simple wing cramp
>'Don't worry, Anon. I'm pretty good at flying.'
>You breath in, taking some of the cloud with your breath, and coughing
>'I mean, I didn't win any awards or anything.'
"Yeah?"
>'Yeah, I actually failed the flight test for the main military force. It's why I was inside during the fight.'
"You're not helping, now."
>'I know.'
"Is every changeling like you?"
>'Pretty much.'
"Fucking normalfags."



>Eventually the cloud starts sinking under your weight, and it drops you off in the forest, floating back up and dispersing again
>Well, you're lost. That's okay, though, you can fly, so it doesn't really matter.
"Hey Chungus, have you ever been in disguise?"
>You hear a ghostly echo of your words through the woods
"Whoa, I can hear myself."
>Chungus sneezed. "Ugh, yeah, welcome to my world. I hear you all the time and it sucks." He sniffled
"Are you allergic to pollen or something?"
>"Yeah, it's not great."
"So anyways, how many babies have you snatched and then pretended to be?"
>He looked between the trees, trying to find some way to convey his confusion. "What? That's sick, man. Woman. Whatever."
"I'm just trying to be racially aware."
>Rolling his eyes, he began to walk aimlessly. "I've never been in extended disguise. Mostly as random passerbys to scout out hamlets. Stuff like that."
"You ever get found out?"
>Neither of you really pay attention as the forest gets darker.
>"No, I've never been discovered to be a changeling. When I was scouting out the new settlement of Appleoosa, they confused me for a desperado, though."
>He sighed and took flight, escaping the bushes. "Must have been seven, eight years ago."
"Jesus, how old are you?"
>"Four and a quarter cycles."
"Alright you're getting to 8% as unhelpful as Twilight now."
>He escapes the treeline and expertly navigates back without barely looking, keeping an eye out in every direction
>Fucking bugs.
>'I think that translates to twenty eight pony cycles? Thirty four? I'm not up on the conversion. I wasn't the most intellectual of the hive either.'
'The fuck were you useful for, then?'
>'Chef.'
'What? Like, physical food?'
>'Yep. It's the least practical talent I could have. I was kind of useless.'
>You sigh
'You know, I think I know how you feel.'




>You smile despite yourself
'Well, at least you'll have use for it in ponyville.'
>'Why do you think I'm staying here?'
>For some reason you don't feel like understanding, you feel a tightening in your chest
'Uh, no idea, really. I didn't really think about it.'
>'I guess not.'
>The rest of the flight is in an awkward silence, although from what you can tell, your body-partner is fairly comfortable
>You land outside the cottage and enter, to find Fluttershy readying a basket of birdseed. She turns, and smiles
>"Oh, hello, Anon! And you too, Chungus!"
"Heya."
>"How are you this wonderful morning?"
>You sit down, a neutral expression on your face.
"I'm going to let you take a guess."
>She hummed, and looked deeply in your eyes. "Morose and melancholy on the inside, but just uncomfortable and ill at ease on the surface?"
>Chungus snickered. "She's got you down, Anon."
"Heh. Yeah, I guess."
>She frowned. "I'm sorry. Why?"
>You waved her away from the subject
"I dont think it's a real reason. Just feel like it. How are you?"
>She grabbed her basket and walked passed, stopping to place her head slightly under yours and leaning in to you. "I'm always open if you want to talk."
>You give a mostly-fake grin and nod.
"Of course, Flutters."
>She looked at you for a moment, before exiting to feed the animals
>"Hisss!"
>Looking down, you see Shitface grinning up at you. There were two bumps on the roof of his mouth, where teeth would undoubtably start growing soon
"Hey, boy. Come on, let's go find...whatever the fuck you eat. Grasshoppers and jelly on toast?"
>He started drooling, and you chuckle, picking him up and walking to the food cabinet
>It's kind of surprising how Chungus hasn't been picking at you more, you think to yourself. Everyone else you've shared a mind with would at this point.
>'I guess it's a Hive thing. Minor telepathy and cramped living quarters leads to a lot of awkward situations. We just learn to turn the embarassment and curiosity off.'
"That's a funny way of saying you're pretending not to be a nosey bitch."
>Shitface danced upwards, wiggling on his neck as you scraped some grasshoppers on the toast
>'Don't curse next to him. It makes him hungrier.'