Partial Possession Chungus Chapter 8

>"O-okay, Anon!" She jogged to catch up with you, shrugging to the others.
"Fluttershy, remember to put ectoplasmic condoms on your next shopping list."
>"WHAT?!"
"I'm not explaining myself."
>She blushes, lowering her head. "Please don't say things like that in public!"
"It didn't even happen. Nothing is real. Don't think about it."
>"Are you okay, Anon?"
"I feel bad, but not as bad as me."
>"...I don't--"
"I don't know me, but I know you, and if you listen close, we can talk it through."
>"Don't think about it, Fluttershy." Chungus sighed
>"...Okay." She uncomfortably agreed
>Twilight ran up. "Wait! You didn't explain what happened!"
"Twilight. I really don't want to talk about it with you."
>She frowned and folded her ears. "I'm sorry, I just need to know, in case it comes up again."
>Your mask of calmness started to crack
"No, it will never come up again."
>She sighed and nodded. "Okay, Anon."
>As she walked away, you swore you could hear her mutter, "I'll mark that to ask tomorrow."
>'Calm, Anon.' Chungus reminded you. 'Just don't think about it. Dont ever think about it.'
'Right, right. Good call.'
>You take a deep breath and continue walking
>Fluttershy's eyes keep darting between you and the street beneath her. After a moment, you notice she's whispering
"Yeah, Fluttershy?"
>"D-do y-you need anyth-thing, I mean, I mean are you okay? Oops, I know that's dumb to ask, but I, I just want to..."
>She averts her eyes again, returning to inaudible fragmented sentences.
"You just want to what?"
>"Make you feel better..."
>You feel the corners of your mouth raising into a gentle grin.
"You're very kind to me. Thank you."
>She smiles back. "You are to me, in your own way. Aside from when you're telling Pinkie we got you pregnant--"
"SON OF A SHITTING CHILDFUCKING DICK SUCKING CUNT"
>You drop and smash your face into the dirt
>She screamed and jumped back, and in a second Rainbow was between you. "What's going on?! Are you two okay?!"




>"There is a god." Chungus replied. "How else could you explain the endless cruelties exacted upon us?"
>Rainbow landed, an eyebrow up.
>"How could you explain, Changelings, destined to be sustained only by love, to have it twisted in such a way in which you are cradled in the womb of hatred incarnate."
>He turned to the sky. "There is a god. And he hates us."
>A few moments passed, glaring at the sky.
"AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!"
>Your arms raised in the air in excitement, but your face still stone cold, joyless.
>You feel no happiness.
>However, you do feel a sense of peace. As though the world will move on, and a sense of belonging.
>
>"Uhhh, you sure Chungus is real and he's not just crazy now that he's alone in his head?"
>Fluttershy donned a confused expression. "He was always crazy, Dash."
>It still takes all of your willpower not to vocalize "do do do doooo" and continue with the theme, as it would surely be your end
>You lower your arms slowly, placing them on the ground.
>'It's like a form of zen meditation, with you. Every time you say some stupid bullshit your mind becomes calm and empty.'
'Better out than in, I always say.'
>'You've never said that.'
'And I never will again. I'm glad you're catching on to this!'
>Dash coughed. "You're actually kind of scaring me, Anon. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. It's just a coping mechanism. Also all of that was Chungus, not me."
>"Fuck off." He replied. "The insane bit was you."
>Flutters and Dash looked at eachother for a moment, then looking back to you. Fluttershy was the first to speak. "I think you need to rest, Anon."
>"Yeah, and you too, uh, Chungus." Rainbow added.
>'Great, your "jokes" got us in trouble.'
'It's a coping mechanism. Like how you're a incredible fucking poser whenever you're stressed, which is always.'
>'I loath you.'
>You sigh.
"Yeah, it's been a long day."


>Eventually, you get to the cottage, Fluttershy has dinner, and you collapse on the couch.
>She asked if you wanted any, but you're not hungry. Still mildly revolted by the revelations, you simply sigh and sink deeper into the cushions
>Eventually, Angel hops up and tries to pull your face out of the furnature, trying to keep you from suffocating to death
>He doesn't really get the whole lich thing, bless his poor little fucking head
>You pat him on the head for his troubles, and then slide him off, sprawling out further.
>'We're bound to have some pretty shitty dreams after this.'
'I usually don't dream, actually. Not that I notice anyways. Lately I've just been living through other ponies' dreams.'
>'That's kind of depressing.'
'Your face is kind of depressing.'
>'I don't currently have one.'
>You sigh even harder and eventually slide off the couch, the upper half of your body falling to the floor.
>Fluttershy looks up from the table. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
"Fuckin' dandy, mate."
>She nods and looks back down to the book she's been reading.
>Various rodents and slithering creatures pass in front of your face, busily moving from place to place through the livingroom
>Eventually, it lulls you to sleep, and you barely notice when Fluttershy picks you up and places you back on the couch, and pulls a blanket over you.
>You involuntarily smile and fall back into unconsciousness


>It's freezing outside.
>Hell, it's freezing inside.
>The cylindrical nature of the building you're in makes you constantly feel like you're a rodent in a maze.
>What few windows there are, are currently shut
>Even still, you can hear the howling of the blizzard outside, infuriatingly loud; enough to mask any small movement, and irregular enough to cause paranoia
>It's been ten minutes since you saw anyone. You usually can't get ten seconds alone
>Your knuckles have turned white, gripping the flamethrower against your torso, both to handle the unwieldly thing, and squeeze out what warmth you can
>Several loud clangs ring out behind you, and you whip around, to see shutters burst open and shattered glass fall out
>At the same time, various balls of hail the size of your fist fall through as well. You quickly slam it shut and re lock it, crunching the glass below your boots
>You shoot sideways glances down each hall as you do so, keeping your hand on the flamethrower's trigger
>A deep breath escapes you, causing a sharp cold pain in your lungs when you pull it back
>You continue walking through the halls of the research facility, glancing in each doorway, to find most of them slightly ajar, and empty, at least from your position
>You're not in the business of walking into ambushes alone, though. If there's not a human in there, that's all you need to know before you get the hell out
>A brief alarm echos around you, before shutting it's self off just as quickly
>You hear arguing, and rush to the source, the fuel tanks on your back battering your spine and muscles
>Before you can turn the corner, a appendage wraps around your waist, then your mouth, ripping the nozzle out of your hands
>You try to bite the tentacle, but it easily shifts, entering your mouth through your teeth, and up your nostrils, the other arm sinking in through your belly
>Shifting, some of your organs rise to the surface, the others disentigrating beneath your skin into a fine paste
>You make a desperate grab for the nozzle, pushing your last finger through the trigger guard and pressing it down, causing a burst of fire to consume both you and It


>A shrill scream breaks you out of your slumber, and you open your eyes. Much more than two
>Fluttershy is cowering on the ground, shivering uncontrollably
>Through your other eyes you see part of the couch on fire, seeping from a mound of unidentifiable flesh on your right side
>You retract it, the fire pulling back with you, as your false organs and appendages retreat into your jar
>For a moment, you're left senseless, deaf and blind


>You start to reintialize your body, first feeling your limbs extend from where your soul is kept, then your senses returning
>A glance around confirms that the fire has stopped, though an arm of the couch is somewhat singed
>The familiar insect-like buzzing returns to your mind, too. 'Holy shit, Anon.'
>You step down from the couch and throw your arms around her, shushing and covering her with your wings
>Her shivering slows, though it doesn't stop, and she lightly sobs in to your shoulder
"Flutters, sweetheart, I'm sorry you had to see that. I don't really understand what happened either. I'm sorry."
>She hugs you tighter, and slowly the sobs grow fainter and farther between. You slowly rub her back and keep repeating that you didn't mean it, and you were sorry
>After a few minutes, she pulls back slightly, looking up to you with red puffy eyes. "Anon..."
"Yes, Fluttershy?"
>"I was..." She sniffled. "I was so scared..."
"I know, babe, I know. I was too."
>"It was all like a nightmare..."
"I think it was one."
>She pushed her face under your chin and grit her teeth, trying to hold back her tears. Every now and then a shuddering sob would escape.
"Hey, Flutters..."
>You put a hoof under her chin, and she gazes into your eyes, sniffling
"If I was a guy I'd have rock hard morning wood right now."
>She breaks back into loud sobs interrupted by occasional sharp laughter, burying her face into your chest. You feel her tears roll down you, mostly from relief
>A few tears tug at your eyes, too. And you let them fall openly
"I mean, think about it. It'd just be there, poking you in the spleen."
>Her giggles continued, mostly overtaking her sobs
>"I think I know what happened." Chungus offered, once you both had calmed down a little



"Hm?"
>"There's a rare disorder in the hive, Nocturnal Morphing. Some people are born unable to seperate their dreams from their body, sort of like sleepwalking."
>He awkwardly shifted, placing your arms a bit higher and holding a bit lighter on Fluttershy. "Considering you're not even a changeling, it's not much of a stretch."
"So what you're telling me is it's Twilight's fault."
>"N--actually, yes. Either way, it's a problem."
>Fluttershy nodded. "I think I understand."
"You wouldn't happen to know how to fix it, would you?"
>Your subconscious has trouble deciding whether it should start replaying 'weird science' or 'frontier psychiatrist' in the back of your head
>Before it could decide, Chungus shrugged. "Normally, you grow out of it. Considering your state, though, it could take quite a while."
"I suppose that makes sense. Let's make Twilight fix it instead."
>"Agreed."
>Fluttershy yawned, cuddling back into you. You only just realized it, but it's pretty dark. The sky is showing hints of blue, but the sun is yet to rise.
"We should get some shuteye while we can."
>She stood back up. "Yes, I suppose so."
>You smiled, looking at eachother for a moment, before she quickly kissed your lips for a moment and pranced away, giggling.
>Despite your best efforts, a blush rises to your cheeks
>Chungus rolls your eyes and immediately falls asleep