Don't Ever Change - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

>”No, seriously, it will work!”
No, it will not.
>”Come on, I got this!”
No, you don’t.
>”Come oooooooonnnnn”
Remember last time we tried that?
>You quicken your pace.
>The filly behind you, Chrys, won’t stop bothering you.
>She is wearing a cape, just like you, fashioned to her physique.
>Chrysalis brings her puppy eyes on you, but you shrug it off.
>Must… Resist…
OKAY, fine! What do you propose?
>She squee’s, and changes her form to a pink filly.
>”Okay, here’s the plan…”

So, what are you?
>You ask.
>”I’m a… Changeling.”
A changeling?
>”Yeah, lots of ponies hate us, or don’t even know we exist.”
How about your parents? Where are they?
>Chrysalis looks down to her hooves.
>”I… Don’t know.”
>You go silent as well.
>She then perks up with determination.
>”B-but I don’t need them! I do fine just by myself!”
>You nod.
>Her ego was impossible to penetrate.
So, what can a changeling do?
>”Well…”
>She squints her eyes and focuses, her horn glowing green.
>She then turns into mom, then the elderly donkey, and then you.
>”I can change forms.” She says, with your own voice.
That… Is…
>She recoils back to her form, trying to shield herself.
AWESOME!
>She freezes.
>”You think this is cool?”
Yeah, how many ponies do you know that can change forms? I’ll tell you, none! You’re special, Chrysalis.
>She smiles lightly, and then blushes.
>Then she shakes her head, and her ego kicks in.
>”Well, YEAH, of course it’s awesome!”
>She then droops again.
>”Too bad no pony else feels the same…”
>You put your hand on one of her hooves.
Hey, no worries, I’m not a pony.
>She stares at your hand for a while, and you can see her face slowly flushing.
>You then realize what you are doing, and you slowly pull back.
>She stares into your eyes for a while, her deep green reflecting the soft moonlight.
>Then she rears up and punches your arm again.
>”Oh, so that was what it was about, huh, Anon?”
>Your little brain just goes whut.
>”It was a work up to touch my hooves?”
>Scratch that, twenty different flavors of whut.
>She turns rather quickly and rushes to the corner again, avoiding your gaze.
>You can still see the blush running on her cheeks.
>You, still shocked on the whole situation, slowly raise your hand to rub your arm.
>For a girl, she punches pretty good.
>You then feel your hand, trying to understand what you just felt.
>You then shrug it off, and go off to help mom.
>Chrysalis, pants lightly in the corner.
>She lightly slapped herself to stop the blush.
>Then she felt something.
>Something very sweet.

I still don’t think it is good idea…
>”Trust me, Anon, I got this.”
>You sigh and move into your hiding spot.
>Chrysalis, in her new form, goes to lie on the road.
>A carriage soon passes by, and she yelps out in pain.
>Of course, this was all a ruse.
>The ponies immediately get out and go over to Chrysalis.
>Whaddaya know, even with her bad acting and annoying voice crack, she can still get it done.
>Time to get your part done.
>The two ponies rush to the pink filly, with her ragged cloak.
>One of her front leg is deformed, jet black decay.
>She wails quite loudly.
>”You hit me!” She shouts.
>The two ponies pass each other confused glances, and then look down to the squealing pony, confused.
>”I’m sure I didn’t feel anything.”
>”Me neither, what should we do?”
>Between the cries, Chrysalis cannot help smiling.
>These ponies were eating it up.
>She could taste the lukewarm taste of pity from the two, and the cold, cold guilt.
>She moved around some more, and looked to the back of the carriage.
>She saw the little patter of two legs disappear into the alley.
>She paused, rubbing her ‘hurt’ leg.
>”Can you help me?” She says, her eyes widening.
>The two stallions b’awws, and tries to get her on her legs.
>Then she glances to see Anon poking his head down, motioning to her.
>”Well, I would love to join, boys…”
>Chrysalis jumps to the ground, then starts running.
>”But I gotta dash!” She runs under the carriage, and then to the alley.
>You are waiting for her in the alley, holding a box full of familiar chemicals.
>The glass vials jiggle in the box loudly, as you run through the maze-like backalleys of Lower Canterlot.
>You can hear out the angry shouts from behind.
>You’re not sure if it’s Chrysalis or the two stallions.
>Chrysalis tails you; she’s still unfamiliar with the workings of the invisible roads.
>She can feel the spicy taste of anger behind her, and she hates spicy.
>She jumps to your back, latching onto it.
>She wraps her front legs around your neck.
>You?
>You do what everyone would do.
>Panic.
>You jump and you feel the hooves on your back then your neck, and you run faster than a zebra.
>Your legs scream in agony, but your scared mind wouldn’t care.
>You pace through faster, nearing home.
>You then hear the excited squeals and laughs of Chrysalis, right on your ear.
>That’s when you slow down.
>You can't hear the stallions any more.
>You try to stop, before you trip on a rock.
>You and Chrysalis tumble to the ground, the box landing somewhere far off.
>From the sound of it, you broke some vials.
>You groan as you feel the mud on your lips and up your face.
>Great to have your clothes soaked again.
>Chrysalis is still laughing on your back, her legs clutching your neck harder.
>In a swift motion, you roll to your back, silencing Chrysalis with a mouthful of mud.
>She flails her legs, and get off you.
>She quickly shoots out of the pile, looking to you with undying anger.
>Ohhhh boy.
Come on, don’t give me such a dirty look.
>You spit out the mud.
>You can’t help smiling at the joke.
>She feels the same way, and she loses her anger.
>That was a nice save, Anon.
>You get up, and help Chrysalis up.
Who knew this was so much fun?
>”I know, right! We should do this more often.”
>You walk over and pick up the box again.
It’s great to have you, Chrys.
>She genuinely smiles at you the first time.
>You shake your head, losing some grime up there.
>Darn, you’re going to need a shower back home.
>Bet mom would be so excited over this…

>”You thought I would be excited?!” Her shouts ring at your ears.
>”We help ponies, Anon, not steal from them!”
>You stare at your feet.
>Were they always that big?
>Mom sighs.
>”Anon, I know you wanted help, but- but-“
>She rubs her forehead.
>”Go to your room. You’re grounded for a week.”
>Before you can bring up an argument, you are silenced by mom’s heavy coughing.
>She clutches her chest and her mouth, holding back the green goo.
>You rush over and grab a vial, and hand it to her.
>She takes it immediately, forcing the chemicals down.
>Finally, she gasps for air.
>She smiles lightly to you, before pointing up to your room.
>”You’re still grounded.”
>You let out an annoyed whine, before trudging up the room.
>Chrysalis smirks at this sight, and walks away.
>”Oh no, you too, Chrysalis.”
>She pouts, crosses her front legs and flies over to your room.
>She then pushes you to the side, and goes in.
>You shoot your hands up in annoyance, and follow.
>You slam the door, and face Chrysalis.
>She’s on your bed, sitting position mimicking yours.
>She still has her legs crossed, staring at something on the floor.
>”How can she say that?”
How can she say that?
>The two of you shout at the same time.
>After all that work…
>Well, you have to admit, it was bad.
>Stealing is wrong.
>But hey, you don’t have any money.
>What were you suppose to do, get a job?
>That’s just nuts.
>You sit on your bed, slightly brushing past Chrysalis.
Well, at least it was fun.
>”Yeah… It was.”
>You sigh, and fall to the bed.
>You stare at your decaying ceiling, and bite your lip.
>Man, you just got grounded, and you are already bored.
>”You’re fun.” Chrysalis comes up next to you, and sits down.
Ch’yeah, I’m Anon.
>Chrysalis inches closer, and closer.
>Then she quickly kisses you on the cheek, and hops off the bed.
>By the time the door closes, you are feeling the place she kissed.
>Chrysalis-
>Kissed you?

>EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW