A real fake

You awake to the sound of a chain rattling against metal just a couple of feet from you. Your ears perk up on instinct, causing the sound to be that bit louder. You focus on the sound for a few seconds before you hear a distinctive ‘click’, and then the sound of metal hinges creaking, indicating a door of some kind opening.

You decide to slightly open one eye to get a better look at your surroundings. What greets you is what appears to be a very small cage with a newly opened door, and a very tall figure standing the other side of the door. You could not make out the figure clearly in the very dim light, but you could clearly tell that it was a human. You could however make out an object in his left hand: a leash.

It was at that point that you realised you had something wrapped tightly around your neck: a collar. While usually such things did not faze you in any way, and you had used both before on many occasions, something inside you caused fear to start welling up. You now opened both eyes, and started to get out of the curled up position you were laying in as strength started to return.

You do not know how you came to be in this situation, in fact you could not remember anything at the minute. All you could think of was the increasing fear of this figure in front of you, who was now bending down, reaching out to you with the leash in hand.

Just before he could clip the leash onto your collar and drag you who-knows-where, you suddenly remembered the past year, and how you had gotten here. You jumped back in shock, the fear starting to die down and replaced with anger.

Your fearful look turned down into a scowl, and then into a wrathful glare. You were Queen Chrysalis, the ruler of the Changeling empire. You had been captured by the humans while in your secret headquarters on their planet Earth after their invasion and enslavement of Equestria. You along with a few others, both changeling and pony, and including your old enemy, the pony Princess of love, had banded together to try and make a plan to fight back against the humans and escape back to Equestria where you could attempt to rebuild in secret.

Unfortunately, the humans had turned out to be more resourceful than any of you had imagined, and had discovered the ‘base’ mere weeks after the initial creation of it.

In all fairness though it was only an abandoned mansion in the middle of one of their cities, so it was only a matter of time before you were discovered.

What surprised you though was exactly who found you all. It was not the human law enforcement. It turned out to be a very large group of criminals. Criminals with quite a lot of their guns. They had stormed the place in a matter of minutes and had either killed or captured nearly all ponies and changelings they found. Unfortunately, any changeling that was spotted was shot on sight, and you had to watch several of your old kin die before you. They may have revolted against you in the past but with the threat of the humans you had had to put that aside. You still cared for them regardless.

To prevent yourself from being killed instantly as well, you were forced to transform yourself into a pony and appear as one of them. It had actually worked, as humans were as of yet unable to tell the difference between a regular pony and a changeling disguised as one.

They had shot you with one of their special ‘guns’ that had caused you to lose consciousness, and as a result you were somewhere probably far away from that mansion that they had taken you to. Based on what knowledge you already had about the humans and their opinions towards ponies, and the collar around you neck, and the cage you were in, you assumed you were going to be sold to another human by these ones. You did not like that idea one bit.

And so, in the newly enraged state that you were, you decided to try and make a break for it. You hissed, which sounded very strange coming from a pony, and lunged forward to bite the human’s hand. You of course succeeded, and you put as much force into it as you could, but due to you now having pony teeth it did not penetrate enough to cause serious injury.

The human still leapt back, wrenching his hand away, shouting “MOTHERFUCKER” as he did so, wildly shaking his hand around. You took that opportunity to bolt from your cage, pushing the human out of the way and onto the floor in a frenzy, and ran straight for the door behind him. You turned around and bucked on the door as hard as you could.

The door did not budge. You tried again, but it had similarly no effect. You tried to think of another way out, looking around the room as quickly as possible. There was, however, no other way out of the room. There were however several other cages alongside your one, each housing a pony, and each pony currently looking at you in mild shock and fear. None of them were any you recognised apart from one: Princess Cadance.

Your eyes instantly stopped on her, going wide in the process. She had matted fur, a very thick collar around her neck, a strap around her barrel holding her wings to her side, and what frightened you the most: a ring on her horn.

The pony that you had transformed into, one you believe was named ‘Vinyl Scratch’, some pony DJ, was a unicorn, and was the first pony that came to your mind back at the mansion. You had never regretted your decision so much in your life. You attempted to cast a spell, a light spell, but nothing happened.

The fear from before was now starting to kick back in. You had no way to change back, and you could do no magic. Whoever designed how changeling disguises work needed to get fired. Realising this, you did the only thing you could think of: getting some help, in the form of breaking Princess Cadance out of her cage and getting that ring off her horn. As such, you ran straight for her cage.

It appeared that in your time of delay and shock, the human had recovered from your attack. The instant you reached the cage, your tail was grabbed from behind, and you were yanked backwards. You turned around just in time to see the human’s fist make a very rapid impact with your muzzle, sending you back into unconsciousness.