Partial Possession Chungus Chapter 2

>'I submit! Please, stop!'
>You chuckle and close off the flood, straightening your posture
"So, what's your name?"
>'I don't want--'
"I'm gonna name you Chungus."
>'No thank you.'
>Fluttershy hides behind her hair, mumbling. "Anon, what's happening?"
>You barely hear it, but you pull her face out from behind her mane, and apologetically smile.
"I'm not sure myself, but don't worry. Hey Chungus, mind talking out loud so she can hear too?"
>
"Listen you little gobshite don't make me take out the porn again."
>Fluttershy gasped. "The what?!"
>"No, don't!" You felt your mouth moving again, always a strange sensation. "I just...have difficulty revealing myself."
>You shudder involuntarily. "It feels unnatural."
"So how the hell did you get in my head?"
>"I think you've got it backwards. I woke up here. You must have posessed me."
"Unless you're a jar, no. You're not a jar, are you?"
>"No. I've never been a jar in my life."
"You should try it. It's pretty fun!"
>"No."
"Yes!"
>"What? No."
"Are you calling me a liar?!"
>He sighed and raised your hoof to your forehead, rubbing it. "Look, just get out."
"Fuck you! It's my body!"
>Your eye twitched. "No. It's not."
>In an instant, you shift your right arm into a crossbow, directing it at your skull
"You wanna bet on that shit?"
>"WHAT THE FUCK"
>You start laughing and he shifts it back into a hoof, black and shiney, with several holes
>He quickly shifts it back into your hyena pattern and goes silent, as if hoping she didn't see that.
>Fluttershy's pupils shrank, and she started shivering again






>'Shit.'
"Shit."
>Her mouth started moving, though no sound escaped
>You step forward.
"Hey..."
>Her ears fold and she steps back.
"Right. Shitface, go home. Fluttershy, I'll be getting Twilight."
>Shitface slithers off you on to the floor and winds up her, and she silently nods, running back to the cottage.
"You really blew that shit. You're a changeling?"
>You took flight and turned around, gliding over the road. Every now and then you started to lose it, but never crashed
>You recieve no response, and sigh.
"Look, if you're going to be a little bitch about this, at least have the god damn common courtesy to show me your porn back."
>'I've grown to hate you in the twelve hours I've known you.'
"Can changelings feed on hate? Maybe I can get you obese enough to die."
>'Can you stop speaking out loud of this?'
"You realize that because you said that now I have to tell everyone I come across that I'm sharing a body with a changeling, right?"
>He rolled your eyes. 'Yeah, right.'
>As soon as you get into town, you walk up to Bonbon.
"Hey. I'm sharing a body with a changeling."
>You feel your heart start to beat faster.
>Bonbon raises an eyebrow. "What?"
>In a blast of green fire, you turn into a exoskeleton'd shiney black bugpone, complete with a dozen holes throughout your legs
>Her eyes twitch
>"I'm gonna pretend I didn't see that."
>She walks away, a orange falling out the back of her saddlebag
>She doesn't bother to pick it up
>You don't even hear the sound of it hitting the dirt--your heart is pounding far too loudly in your ear
>Eventually, he shifts you back into your old self and gaspes for breath, falling to the ground
>'Never fucking do that again. Holy shit. Hoooly shit.'
'Oh no. You activated my asshole card. I'm commited to telling EVERYONE in town about you.'
>He was quite for a moment, breathing heavily. Eventually it calmed down. 'Alright. What do you want?'





'Tell me everything. Your name, your origin, your worst pony--ESPECIALLY worst pony. In fact answer that first.'
>'Twilight Sparkle. She nearly killed my mother.'
'We'll get along just fine, Chungs.'
>'No we wont.'
'Fuck off you meaty Chunder.'
>You stand up, trotting forward.
'So, what's your name?'
>'My name is D'zir--'
'Are you fucking serious, Chungus?'
>'What?' He slowly responds.
'You took that question at face value. Ugh. I have a lot of work to do.'
>'For what purpose?'
>You grin.
'I'm going to make you my bitch, Chungie-boy. By my estimates we have anywhere from three to seven days before this shit pans out.'
>You feel a vein in your forehead pump faster, and your teeth clench together.
'So how'd you get to being a jar?'
>'I'm not a jar. I have no idea why I'm in here with you. I don't care why.'
'Apathy is death.'
>You feel him about to mount a response, before he lets it go and slumps in the back of your mind
>By the time you make it to the castle, it's starting to get dark
>You start to reach for the handle, and see a note on the door
>It just says 'no'
>You start to raise your hoof to the door again, and the note falls off, revealing another note.
>'NO.'
"Tch."
>'I don't think we should be here.'
"Yeah, we probably shouldn't do that-OH WAIT, this is literally HER FUCKING FAULT."
>The sarcasm dripping from your voice in the first half was matched only by your rage in the second
>'There's not much we can do to help this--'
>You press your hoof to the handle. It's locked, of course, but you're OP as shit now so it shouldn't be too hard
>Your hoof melts into a viscous liquid and sinks inside the keyhole, pressing into each of the tumblers and pushing them back
>Eventually you turn it, and the door pops open.




>Walking in, it's pretty close to pitch black
>It never gets that dark at night, thanks to Luna, but the dusty old windows and the cold stone does wonders to suck out the light
'Hey, you got a light?"
>'Not as a pegasus I don't.'
'Faggots. Changelings are unimaginative faggots.'
>You morph your chest into a glass case, setting a magical fire in it bright enough to light your way
>It tickles like fuck, but better than stumbling in the dark and stubbing your ethereal toes. Or hoof. Whatever
>You don't trust your skills enough to fly inside, but you still idly extend and flap your wings every now and then
>It still all feels new enough to be novel, though you realize you must look like a crackhead with how much you fidget
>Once you navigate your way to her bedroom, you knock on the door
>There's light coming from below the door, so you assume she was still awake
>After a few moments, she opens the door. "Spike, wha--..."
>she stared at you, with a staring face that merely said to you that she had transcended above and beyond the emotion of anger
"You fucked up."
>"I've spent the last two weeks babysitting you. How did I mess up?"
"I'm not me. I'm still someone else."
>She sighed and sat down. "I'm really trying, Anon. I am. But you have to stop being so inconsiderate with your 'pranks'."
"No. I'm not joking. I'm still sharing with someone."
>"No, Anon. No you aren't. I don't want to hear it."
"Come on, Chungus, tell her."
>
"Chungles, I swear to Danny Elfman if you don't tell her I'm going to go apeshit on you.'
>
>Twilight sighed. "Go home, Anon."
>She closed the door.
>'I want to kill her.'
'Hey now. I want to shove her face in a puddle of her own magic dog piss like the bitch she is, but kill her?'




>He grunts and starts walking you back out. passing the occasional mirror, statue, or suit of armor like the fucking playset this is
>'She's most the reason we've been starving for so long. There is nothing I would like more than her suffering.'
'Hey now!'
>'Anon, stop this childish bullsh--'
>You stop and look into a mirror
"Shhh. Shh. Hey now. Hey."
>You put a hoof to your reflection's lips.
"Hey now. You're an all star. Get your game on. Get laid."
>You feel a vein in your forehead burst, discoloring your head like a bruise
>
>"Uhh, Anon?" Spike's voice sounded unsure, even frightened.
"Sup, dragonbro?"
>"Why are you in our house?"
"I wanted to watch Twilight sleep with you."
>
"I mean, both of us watching Twilight sleep. It'd be kind of awkward the other way that sentence was going."
>"Uh..."
"What I'm saying is that it would be awkward if you fucked while I was watching."
>
"Just incase you didn't catch my meaning."
>
"Anyways I'm going to hold Twilight down and force her to use her horn on me."
>You walk down the stairs and out of the house, readying your wings.
>'What the fuck are you?'
'You know how Changelings feed on love and happiness? I feed on making people uncomfortable.'
>'Why? WHY do you have to act like this?! Why are you so insistant on standing out like this?!'
>You take flight, raising up to the upper level's windows
'You're really being conformist on my mojo, man. It's like you're a socialist communist stallinist marxist facist SS gestapo nazi hitler nazi."
>'None of that means anything!'
>You float up to Twilight's window, and quietly slide it open as she's engrossed in a book.
>You land as softly as possible, walking up behind her.
>She's reading some teen fiction bullshit.  What a womanchild.
"Celestia would be disappointed in you reading this shit-tier smut."
>Twilight slowly turned to you, the bones in her neck grinding like age-old stone wheels