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- >This wasn’t right.
- >You did everything right.
- >Everything.
- >There wasn’t a single hero in Equestria left free when you sprung your trap.
- >All the threats were netted before they had a chance to run and regroup.
- >And then fate itself decided that you could go hang.
- >It was all the traitor’s doing.
- >The fool had no idea what he was carrying out.
- >The old ways were obscured for a reason.
- >Bit by bit you stripped him of the corruption, until the idiot unicorn gave him the one idea you’d hoped he’d miss.
- >The traitor’s beam hit hard.
- >You lifted off your hooves, thrown by the love into your throne with a resounding crunch of crystal and chitin.
- >Dazed, you watched in horror as the traitor embraced corruption.
- >He emerged whole and strong.
- >Changelings were not meant to be whole.
- >They CAN’T be whole, never again.
- >Inside your broken body, you felt the love he shared trying to fill you in.
- >Trying to “fix” you.
- >You pushed it away, but it was insistent.
- >There was a damn good reason they’d never thought about sharing love before, even if they never knew it.
- >His unicorn ally was too charismatic for her own good.
- >The the others began to rally, began to accept the traitor’s words.
- >Even as you tried and failed to rise on a cracked leg, the second beam struck.
- >Then the third.
- >Then fourth.
- >Fools, they had no idea what they were doing.
- >Each jolt carried more love.
- >Raw, and unfiltered.
- >Love for their queen, their mother, their family.
- >A forbidden fruit, that your swarm was now so happily devouring.
- >Each changeling that joined the traitor poured more crushing love into you.
- >You fought it as well as you could, battered as you were.
- >And it fought back, from within and without.
- >The blasts fell like hammer blows on your cracked shell before seeping deep inside.
- >You refused to let it in.
- >Refused to let it corrupt you like all the others.
- >And so it built, like water behind a floodgate.
- >Each new pulse sent your aching body thrumming with more and more heretical love.
- >And soon it began to show.
- >Your fleshy middle spread out on the cracked crystalline throne.
- >Still you refused to let it in.
- >Dozens of changelings had already transformed, but your hive numbered in the tens of thousands.
- >You were in too much pain from your broken shell, there was no hope to focus on a spell to escape.
- >The constant barrage of love made it impossible to move away, not that your spider-webbed exoskeleton could still support you.
- >Your only consolation was that the fools would suffer the fate they chose.
- >You wouldn’t.
- >No matter what.
- >Never again.
- >And so you fought on, if only with will.
- >A pain unlike anything you’d experienced jolted through your withers and back, accompanied by a echoing crack.
- >You let out a scream as your chitin split wider along the crack, forced open by the rejected love.
- >A bulge of pulsing pale flesh pressed out through the gap, widening it further with a rolling crunch
- >Beam after beam tested you, each and every one of them offering a salvation from your torment.
- >Another crack sounded, this time the pain came from your flank.
- >Slowly your whole body swelled with the love you scorned, the love of your swarm.
- >Your family.
- >Bit by bit it broke you apart.
- >Chitin split and sundered, shards dropping to the ground around your swelling form as you outgrew your body.
- >It hurt.
- >But you’ve felt worse pain.
- >Unimaginable pain.
- >You would never go back to the old ways.
- >Nothing could drag you back to them after all that you had lost from them.
- >You cracked again under the onslaught of love, this time it was your thorax plate separating from your neck as your chest pushed outward.
- >Everywhere, you were coming undone.
- >Other plates followed.
- >No longer content to force apart the weakened stretches of chitin, the roiling love inside you began to pull you apart at the seams.
- >Your hive’s love levered plates apart, surging flesh filling gaps as the connective tissues between gave way in spilling tears.
- >The cascade of love only grew as more and more of your swarm joined the fool.
- >The larger plates finally worked loose, dropping one by one onto your throne in dull clatters.
- >Your body more resembled a pale green sack than a living creature.
- >pieces of your old self still clung on in places, if only barely.
- >Three hooves.
- >One haunch.
- >A small stretch on your back.
- >The only place that was yet to be sundered was your head and neck, and your neck’s ringlets were rapidly spacing out.
- >Without your hardened outer skin, the blows of love pressed into your fleshy form at full force.
- >Each one felt like a buck meant to burst you.
- >You could stop it.
- >All you had to do was let the love in.
- >But you wouldn’t.
- >You’d killed so many in your carelessness.
- >Lovers.
- >Friends.
- >Husbands.
- >You’d never go back to that.
- >You’d endure anything to prevent pain like that again.
- >And so you did.
- >A pair of wet crunches sounded, as your neck’s plating broke apart.
- >Without support, your head drooped forward, hair sweeping forward like a veil.
- >Your crown came tumbling off, bouncing once on the throne’s edge before falling to the floor.
- >A new fracture called out, tracing a fine line from your right eye and down your cheek.
- >Let them walk into this hell they’ve chosen.
- >Another echoing split jolted from your left eye.
- >Thorax will learn.
- >He’ll lead them well enough.
- >Your whole body was distorted with love, a pale fleshy mockery of what you used to be.
- >You knew there was no more room for love.
- >The cracks in your countenance widened, tracing pale streaks down to your chin.
- >He will learn to love.
- >When they start dying, he’ll hate himself for it.
- >And Thorax will welcome the hunger back like an old friend.
- >With a wet snap you felt your brow loosen, and brow to jaw your last few plates clatter to the ground as the love forced itself into your body’s last refuge.
- >Even now, you could accept it.
- >Welcome it in.
- >Save yourself.
- >It wouldn’t be worth it.
- >A beam strikes again, and you feel a sharp pain needle through your distended and amorphous sack of a body.
- >Again, the next changeling to offer you love strikes you, and the needling sensation never leaves.
- >Your whole self is at it’s limit.
- >With what little strength you can muster without skeletal support, you tilt your head a few meagre inches to the right.
- >The curtain of tattered hair parts against your soft muzzle, giving you one half-focused eye to see.
- >Thorax.
- >He looks just like you used to.
- >So proud.
- >So naive.
- >Let him love his friends to death.
- >Let him build his own towers of bones and grief.
- >Let him learn that cruelty is the only kindness he can give his swarm.
- >He will make a fine leader.
- >One final beam courses into you, and you almost feel happy.
- >Tears and seams split wide along your soft and bloated body, and you feel yourself rip apart.
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