Changelings!

>Today was the big day
>Yes, the day of the blood moon that was supposed to end the world
>Of course, from where you lived, the moon wasn't red, nor was it all that large
>Twas' just a regular old moon to your anonymous eyes
>You sighed as you leaned forward onto the wooden railing of the dam bridge
>A spider crawled across the railing and stopped just before your hand, cleaning its face with its long spider legs
>Being an Anon who is also an arachnophobe; you smooshed the poor creature into the wood
>It was a big fucking spider
>Ew, it's all over your hand now...
"Blech..."
>You wipe your hand on your jeans, and look back out into the lake
>So the spider was smooshed, you now have spider goo all over your jeans, and you have a disgusted expression on your face
>You didn't account for the sudden appearance of a ghostly looking cartoon pony hovering in front of you
>So, the spider probably bit you, and now you're hallucinating
>What a great way to spend the night
>"Aaaaaaanooooon..."
>The pony spoke to you mystically, as if she were about to send you on a great quest
"What?"
>You gave the pony a deadpan expression
>You don't have time for a long quest
>"Why diiiiiid yooooooou kiiiiiill the spiiiiideeeer, Aaaaaanoooon?"
>You make note that the pony, or mare, has light brown fur, with a light grey mane
>She also has a spider on her ass
>You probably just angered the spider god
>You gulp, now slightly afraid
"Uhhh... I killed it because I hate spiders...?"
>You smiled nervously and shrugged at the mare, whom was looking quite annoyed at a certain Anon
>The pony scrunched and hovered forward, you tried to lean back, but for some reason you were locked in the position you were in
>The transparent mare licks your forehead
>Ew...
"Ew."
>The spider god/pony mare slowly started to float up into the sky
>"Haaaaaave fuuuun beeeeing an inseeeeeect yoooou loooooseeeeer!"
>And like team rocket, there was a twinkle in the sky as the mare vanished from view
>Fuck ponies man

>You move your hand up to wipe the slime off your forehead
>Of course, some of it comes off and sticks to your hand
>You use your other hand to wipe the sticky slime off your first hand
>Bad move
>Now both your hands are covered in green goo that seems to be self-producing
"What the fuck?!"
>Your eyes widen in their sockets as the goo on your hands constricts, forcing your fingers together
>It travels up your arms as your hands become black masses, the goo hardening
>Fingers going numb, you beat your hand on the wooden railing as you try to get the goo off, but the attempts are futile
>You feel bones crunch together and change, but it's oddly painless
"Holy fuck..."
>Your hands slowly stop changing, and you go over them with your eyes
>They look just like hooves, the left hand... Hoof... Seems to have a hole going right through it, yet there is no pain
>And the black, shiny material looks exactly like chitin
>It feels so weird...
>You rub your hooves together, oblivious to the holes forming along your arms as the goo makes its way up both your arms, melting the bones inside as more chitinous exoskeleton forms on the outside
>You find that this isn't as bad as you thought it would be
>A sudden CRACK interrupts your thoughts as both arms jerk around, seemingly backwards now, but it doesn't hurt
>You clop the holey appendages together, and a resounding CLOP is your reward
>You laugh a bit
>You weren't sure if you laughed because of the clopping, or because you were slowly turning into some weird pony-insect hybrid
>The green goo ran down your skin through your shirt
>The viscous liquid refused to go over your clothing for some reason
>You felt changes on your chest and neck simultaneously
>Your vertebrae popped and cracked as they shifted about, and more bones melted into nothing as more of the chitin hardened and grew
>You felt your chest and belly slowly expand as they contorted to fit the proportions of whatever you were turning into
>It feels.... Good.

>Shoulder blades shifted along your back, moving, changing into something else
>Your shirt held fast against the changes happening to you
>You're lucky you wore an extra large shirt, because if you hadn't, you would've lost clothing
>Clothing costs fucking money
>You don't go to goodwill
>Some new kind of appendage, two of them, brush up along your back
>A barely audible buzzing sound comes form your back as you try to get a feel for the appendages
>Oh great
>Buggy wings
>At least, that's what you hope...
>You feel the goo moving up your neck and along your chin
>It's pretty ticklish actually
>Your hair seems to simmer away as something else takes its place, a kind of fin it seems like
>Your ears become equine in shape, and slightly pointed as well
>The goo drips over your eyes, and you nearly expected to be seeing a thousand different images of the dam in front of you as your vision came back, but it came back about the same, if not better
>You had a much larger field of view
>You squeaked, yes... Squeaked, as something shot out of your head, something sharp, but you weren't sure what it was
>Your nose... Now what you could assume to be a black muzzle extended out in front of you, as your canines became longer and sharper, jutting out the front of your muzzle
>They were edged forward just enough so that they weren't scraping the bottom half of your muzzle
>You blinked a few times as you realized that it was getting much harder to stand on two legs
>In fact, your stance become much more reliant on leaning against the dam railing as you got shorter and shorter, your legs shrinking down to the size of your forearms
>You felt your pants rip open, and the elasticity on your boxer shorts barely held their form
>You squeaked again, much louder this time, as your dick just up and sucked itself back into your body, along with your precious jewels
>You rubbed the area, but nothing was there
>Just smooth chitin underneath your boxer shorts
>Fuck ghost horses.

>You've shrunk so much, that you were barely able to even reach the railing
>Sighing, you let go of the railing, your new hole littered hooves clopping down onto the wood
>Your pants had long been torn to shreds, and your boxer shorts had expired along the way as well, suffering under your new... Tail, which was made of a webby substance that you weren't sure what to call
>Your shirt hung loosely along your small, insectoid-pony body, it almost acting as a dress at this point
>You sat down and examined the holes in your forearms and legs
>Wait...
"Now how the fuck am I supposed to tell my girlfriend about this?!"
>Your voice came out as it usually did, albeit with a slight buzz added
>The wings on your back twitched, responding to your agitated tone
>But seriously
>How are you going to explain this to anyone?

>You trot forward and back along the dam's bridge with your new bug pony hooves
>Zzz
"What am I going to do...?"
>You silently groaned a groan that contained a slightly buzzy tone
>Zzz
>Your wings kept twitching
>Sitting down like a dog and looking over your shoulder at the offending wings; you glared at them as they twitched beneath your black shirt
"Stop it!"
>You continued to glare at the wings, and they eventually abated in their buzzing and twitching
"Hmph."
>You stuck your nose up and trotted over to the railing of the bridge
>You stuck your head out and peered down at the water below, illuminated by a lamp post not too far away
>You gasped, and scurried back some, away from the railing
"Jesus christ!"
>You gulped, and touched a hoof to your muzzle
"Okay okay... Don't freak out this time, Anon..."
>You slowly crept towards the railing and poked your head through
>You closed your eyes as you squeezed your chitinous head through the railing and tilted it down to face the water
>You opened your eyes and inhaled a large amount of air
>The face that peered back up at you was less scary than the first time you saw it
>Two wide, baby blue eyes watched your own, a slightly lighter blue/alabaster orb acting as a pupil
>White fangs protruded form your muzzle, and a curved horn drew out into a point from your head
>You saw some of the fin on top of your head, a slightly darker colour than the rest of your body
>God, it was so fucking sickening, so fucking weird...
>So fucking...
>Cute?
>You blushed, a shade of pink appearing across your cheeks as you pulled your cartoonish head back through the railing
>It was true, you were a cute, cel shaded, little bug pony
>You felt your stomach rumble and the blush fade from your face
>A cute bug pony that needed food
>You felt a spark
>The kind of spark that told you that you really needed to do something
>Something was telling you to...
>Actually you weren't quite sure, but you needed to get home before someone sees you like this

>You made it home, but not before being discovered by at least 4 homeless people
>God it was fucking awful
>First, they tried to catch you, presumably to eat you
>Then they started petting you with their dirty fingers, thinking you were some kind of rare dog
>You got pissed with them though, and a weird green flame erupted from you
>That scared them off right quick
>You sighed as you pushed through your door, managing to get the handle to click
>You walked in, shut the door, and promptly jumped high into the air at the sound of a shotgun cocking
>"Git on the fuckin' ground ya damn monsta'!"
>Holy fuck
>You didn't think your dad would be up
>Nonetheless, you do as he asks and lie on the ground, shivering
>You think you pissed yourself
>But you don't have a dick
>It's the feeling that counts
>"What in the fuck are ya!?"
>Your dad moves closer with a vertical double barrel shotgun
>Now would be the best time to explain yourself...
>Before you can even get a word out, you find yourself literally being kicked out of the house
>Pain hits you like a motherfucker as your light bug pony body flies through the doorway
>You curl up instinctively as you hit the grass, pain coursing through you once more
>How could your own father do this to you?!
>"And stay out ya damn freak!"
>The door slammed, allowing you some peace with your pained self
>You slowly sat up and examined your wounds
>Your shirt seemed slightly damp, and when you touched your hoof to it, a very small amount of greenish liquid came away
>It almost felt like part of your exoskeleton was cracked
>Dad did always love to wear his steel toed boots, made him feel more of a man than he really was
>Somehow the pain in your side kept increasing
>Just kept getting more painful...
>You found it hard to focus...
>Your thoughts seemed to slow down...
>Until you...
>Just...
>Couldn't...
>Hold...
>...
>On...
>You slowly blink awake, the bright shining light of a fluorescent light shining above you
>You make a buzzing hiss somehow, and rubbing your eyes abates the brightness
>You blink your eyes a few times spots appearing
>Great...
>Your back complains as you sit up against the wall, pillow between you and said back
>Your hooves sit crossed against your chest, and you sniffle
>The room is slightly cold... It looks a little like a doctor's office almost, but more residential
>You feel a slight twinge of pain, and look down at your side
>A bandage is wrapped around your torso, it covering the crack in your chitin caused by your father earlier...
>Your father...
>You sigh
>Your somber mood and the silence supporting it jerks away as the sound of the door handle turning breaks the noiselessness
"Huh?"
>The door opens, and a large, white man enters, sporting a doctor's coat and an ID tag, there's also a stethoscope around his neck
>He looks at you for a moment, then scratches his scruffy looking beard as he stares down at his clipboard
>"Fancy having a new species here... Don't know why you weren't brought to the hospital..."
>He mumbles as he walks over to the side of your very comfortable bed
>"Guy that brought you in said that you were mumbling in your sleep. Something about pornography."
>He chuckles a bit
>"Isn't that something?"
>Your nervousness wanes slightly at the friendly tone in his voice, but keeps at his expressionless gaze
>You nod slightly
>He does a half-smile, and puts the bits of the stethoscope in his ears
>"Alright, uncross your uh... Hooves for me, please."
>You do so, and sit up more, placing your hooves under you for support
>He presses the stethoscope against where your heart should be, but his brow furrows as he finds that it isn't there
>The Vet moves the instrument around, and soon finds your heart
>"There we go..."
>"No need to be so nervous by the way, I won't hurt you..."
>He sits back in his stool
>But WHY are you still so nervous!?
>He's a doctor for fuck's sake!
>You gulp and look back at the Vet, less tensed, but still a bit distrustful of him
>He looks back down at his paper
>He breaths in
>"So, do you have any allergies to medications that I should possibly know about?"
>You blink
>How would he know that you can speak?
>You stare at him some more, before speaking yourself
"Uhhhh... Penicillin, but that's about it I think."
>You gulp
>He nods, satisfied with your answer
>The sound of pen drawing across a hard surface keeps the room from being totally silent
>"Good, good, and do you have any allergies to Equine medications...?"
>He seems to hesitate a bit before shaking his head.
>"No no... Those won't matter... You have an O positive blood type and-"
>He stares at you again, frustrated
>"You're certainly an odd case."
>You gulp once more, nodding your head slowly
"I-I think I can understand that, yeah."
>"And just what is your name, Mr uh... Bug... Pony... Creature."
>He nervously twirls his pen in his hand
>Oh, he seems rather fearful right now, perhaps he doesn't want to offend you?
>Your nervousness disappearing, you chuckle a little bit
>"Er yeah. Anonymous, but you can call me Anon, Doctor uh..."
>You squint at his name tag
>"Doctor Hoofenstein."
>You pause for a moment
>You think back a little bit, realizing exactly what you were thinking
>How did you know that he was happy... And nervous...?
>Your new bug pony physiology is super fucking weird
>You start a little bit at the touch of his hand upon your chitin
>You look down, once again apprehensive, and see him removing the bandage
>"Sorry for startling you." Relieved "But it's good to see that your crack has uh... Healed."
"No, no. It's alright, honestly!"
>You waved your hoof to dissuade his growing fear for you being scared
>You were just a little scared; not too much
>It's only because he was about twice your size and could easily punt you across the narrow stretch of hallway outside the office
>Like your dad kinda did
>You winced
>"Oh, well. I'm not entirely sure if you can pay me at this moment Mister Anonymous, so if you'd like I could place this in my growing folder of 'on the house' treatmen-"
>You held out your hoof, closing your eyes and shaking your head
"It's fine, Doc. My wallet should be in my shirt pocket..."
>You went up to feel for your shirt, but found it missing
>The doctor chuckled, and you sensed a bit of happiness
>"Your shirt's on the chair over there."
>He pointed at your shirt, looking at you, expecting you to do something
>His eyes opened wide as he let out another, stronger, bark of laughter
>"Right, right. Injured little bug horse can't get his shirt without hands."
>The doc, vet, whatever he was got up to grab your shirt
"Hey wait. I can get it!"
>You know you were hardheaded, metaphorically speaking, and with a slight side of literally as well
>The doc grunted as he reached forward, and grabbed your shirt with his big, hairy hand
>You folded your hooves across your chitinous chest and sunk in further to the pillow; huffing in annoyance
"Consarnit' doc..."
>He gave a deadpan expression as he held out the shirt with both hands, glancing back and forth between it and your black form on the bed
>"Well, just what do you expect? The shirt isn't going to fly over to you by some paranormal means!" Humorous
>He examined the shirt more closely
>"Found your wallet; want me to just give it to you or-" Surprise
>You felt the curved appendage on your head tingle, almost arcing with this odd green glow
>The wallet glowed the same violent hue as it shot out of your shirt pocket and smacked you right on your snout
"Ow! Fuck!"
>Your head slammed into the plush pillow beneath, wallet coming to a rest on your banded chest
>"Yeah, uh. I don't think there's anything or anyone that I could consult about horses, or ponies, that explains what you just did there." Fear mixed with excitement
"I think that my wallet flew over here by paranormal means."
>The doctor bitterly laughed
>"Well, i'd say that you are a bug horse that can use telekinesis, apparently."
>He blinked, and then glared at you
>"Just don't go full Chronicle, okay?"
>God, what a weird movie that was.
"Yeah, sure, no going crazy with power and flying into the skies striking people with lightning."
>The good doctor waved his pen to something between you and the mattress
>"If your hole filled insect wings are any clue, i'd say that you may be able to fly."
>You smirked
"Yeah, I guess so."
>With the whole mess squared away, with surprisingly less panic than what you assumed would occur, you managed to pay off Hoofenstein
>He gave you a "special discount", and only charged you twenty dollars for treatment
>"Ah, it was only a bandage and some hydrogen peroxide, nothing your mother wouldn't give you."
>You supposed that was a decent enough explanation for the twenty dollars, at least it wasn't some insane medical bill topping off at four didgets
>Considering it was still very early morning, and how the veternarian had opened his office for you only as it seemed, there was nobody else in the small lobby where you currently sat, conversing with the man
>"So how'd you get those injuries, anyways?"
>You fiddled with your hooves nervously as you shifted in the chair, back hooves hanging above the ground as you tried to sit normally
>It was a pitiful attempt at practicing decent posture
"Oh... The crack? Don't worry about it, it's personal."
>The vet eyed you down
>"You're pretty light for a bug horse, and judging from the marks in whoever's lawn you were in, i'd say that you were kicked pretty hard."
>You suddenly found your hooves very interesting as you counted the holes in them
>Seven, no, eight holes in total for both your front hooves
>"Anonymous?" A whiff of worry sparked through the air as he called out your name
>You sighed
"Yeah. I tried coming home, but it obviously didn't work out. As you can see..."
>You scratched your shirt over the area where the crack had been
"I don't know. I'll figure out something..."
>You looked back up at the vet to your side, his face was still scrunched up with worry
>His was almost foreign, the human face
>You'd been getting used to your new chitinous form so well that your old body had started to feel unnatural instead of your new one
>You felt happy, the kind of happy that you can't explain, a kind of happy that can only be felt by relieving something
>You didn't know there was something that had been relieved
>"Call me weird, or crazy, but the way your face is all scrunched up? It's pretty cute. Like a kid tryin' to figure out what two plus two is."
>That brought you out of your deep thoughts as you laughed a deep resonating laugh with the undercurrent of a buzz flowing along with it
"Totally not weird, but i'll give you some props for breaking me out of my... shell."
>The man let out a 'snrk' as he held back another laugh
>You sighed
>I wasn't even trying, then.
>"Doesn't make it any less funny, Anon."
>You clopped both of your hooves together and smiled brightly
>"Well it's been fun doc, but I gotta get out of here before cabin fever sets in!"
>You hopped off the chair
>Damn that was a comfortable chair
>The quality of the doctor can be determined by the quality of the seats
>Damn good seat for a damn good doctor
>"And where, pray tell, are you going to go?"
>Hoofenstein crossed both of his arms and frowned
>You... Didn't quite know actually
>You figured that you could just wing it, maybe hang out with a few hobos, form a hobo mafia
>That'd be pretty great actually...
"Err, I figured that I could maybe just chill out in the alleyways. Hang out with the hobos."
>You smiled
"Maybe start a-"
>"Gang? Yeah I don't think that's going to happen, little guy."
>What
>Did he just call you little guy?
>You narrowed your eyes
>The vet seemed to take the hint, and smiled apologetically
>"Hehe... Sorry, you act a little like my son when he gets excited."
>He had a son?
>Huh
>You never pegged him as the sort, but that didn't matter now
>You wanted to leave
"Well. I'll figure something out. Thanks for the patching up ya did, doc."
>You heard mumbling as you pushed open the glass door leading to the outside world
>"Yes... Don't cause too much chaos out there."
>You thought you even heard a chuckle as the door shut
>Weird
>You looked around, noting the sun slowly climbing in the sky
>You needed a plan
>You know that you can sense, even sort of feed on emotions, you have wings that may or may not even work, and you can use telekinesis
>It was mostly an accident with that last point
>You shrugged and trotted across the parking lot
>Whatever, something good oughta come your way
>You looked both ways, checking for cars, but there were none
"Good... Now I just gotta-"
>Wait
>What was that buzzing sound?
>You looked around, trying to find whatever was causing it
>And then you looked up
>Your eyes widened and your ears pressed against your head as you screamed
"Sweet fucking christ!"
>Your legs locked up, you couldn't get out of the way
>The black object seemingly glared at you before colliding, wrapping itself around you as you flew backwards, propelled by the thing's momentum
>The buzzing died down to a gentle hum, and you didn't dare to wiggle
>It was definitely a creature, and a very scared one at that
>You could sense the fear rolling off it in waves as it grappled... Or hugged you.
>Fear for you?
>That's fucking weird
>"My dear sweet drone! Why would you leave the hive? You had your brothers and sisters worried sick when we first located you!"
>Dear sweet drone? Who the hell was this lady... bug... thing?
>Evidently she was just like you, except bigger, and much more friendly
>Also, brothers and sisters?
"I-I uh... I never left anything. I just kind of..."
>Oh jeez
>You couldn't tell her that you turned into one, that'd bring you bad juju
"I just... Hit my head and got lost."
>You smiled nervously
>The fear ebbed from the motherly changeling, and she pulled back to look at you more closely
>"Yes. You do appear to be roughed up quite badly, but somepony must have patched you up."
>She smiled, and you could sense that she was relieved to see you weren't too harmed
>It still didn't creep you out any less
>Who exactly was she, and how did she find you?
"That's great and all, but could you let me go, please?"
>You peered around her, checking to see if anyone had seen.
"I kinda have somewhere to be."
>The changeling frowned, upset.
>"Where would that be? You looked lost when I saw you."
>You gulped and laughed a bit
"I wasn't lost. Just uh... Just thinking about where I should go."
>She gave you a deadpan stare
>"So, you don't have somewhere to be then?"
>You opened your mouth to reply, but shut it when the changeling gave you a hard stare
>"Don't lie to your mother, my drone. I know you're lost."
>Oh
>Ooooooh
>So that's why she was afraid for you, she thought that she was your mother.
>You started laughing
>She thought she was your mother!
>It was too much
>You settled down after a few good minutes of laughter, much to the other changeling's confusion
"I think you're mistaken lady, I'm not your son, my dad kicked my ass straight out of the house, literally, so you can't be my mother."
>You'd gotten over the fact that your dad kicked you out, couldn't really blame him
>"I-I don't understand. You're from my brood, I can sense it!"
>The mother grew teary eyed and hugged you once more, this time more gently
>"You've just hit your head, you don't know what you're saying."
>Strangely enough, you did feel a sort of attachment to this other changeling
>Maybe you could humor her, you'd at least have somewhere to stay if this 'hive' meant anything
"Yeah. I don't know. He kicked me pretty hard."
>Your 'mother' tensed up
>Or maybe queen would be a better word?
>Like a queen bee, caretaker of a hive, and mother to many
>It fit well, and you felt that odd attachment strengthen as you came to this conclusion
>You shivered
>Were you really thinking of this stranger as a relative?
>"This 'father' that you speak of. Was he the one who hurt you? One of the humans?"
>You could practically taste the venom as she spoke of your dad
>It made you nervous...
"Y-yeah. He must've thought I was a monster or something."
>You looked at yourself
"Can't blame him. I really do look like a monster."
>The queen tensed up more, hugging you close
>"You are no monster, my child. Please don't speak ill of yourself like that."
>This girl really did care about you like you were her own
>That spider god must've done something to you
>Or that vet
"Alright. I'm not a monster, and you can just call me Anon, by the way."
>The queen perked up, happy
>"A good name for a good drone. Come, Anon. Let us return to the hive, we needn't worry your siblings any longer."
>Siblings?
>What?
>You didn't have any brothers or sisters, not that you were aware of... Anyway...
"Look, um..."
>You rubbed the back of your neck with a hoof
"I don't think I have any siblings."
>You looked up at the queen's towering form, it rising above you ominously
>Ominous wasn't quite the right word, she gave off a sort of caring vibe
>You could sense it
>Her emotions
>She lowered her neck down to your eye level, forcing you to step back a few paces
>You were quite nervous
>"Of course you have siblings, my little changeling, you didn't think you were the only one of your brood, did you?"
>At this point you didn't really know what to think, meeting all these different characters over the past few days has left you fairly busy
"Honestly, I-I don't really know."
>You lowered your head, tube like ears lowering as well, what an odd feeling it was
>"Are you okay? I can sense that you're upset you know."
>You felt something touch the frill on your head, rubbing against it ever so gently
>It felt pretty good in all honesty
"Just... What's been happening lately is so confusing!"
>You felt her breathe heavily on top of your head
>"Yes, amnesia can be troublesome, can't it?"
>You wish you had amnesia, maybe this wouldn't be so hard otherwise
>Sighing, you mentally decided to come out with the truth to the larger bug horse creature
"Look, er, I lied to you. I don't have amnesia, i didn't hit my head, I wasn't even a changeling a few days ago!"
>You flopped on your side, feeling more comfortable this way
"I was just a guy, a magical spider thing cursed me to be this way, god knows why..."
>Unbeknownst to you, the larger changeling had trotted closer to you, haphazardly
"My actual father thought I was a monster, and I thought he might, just might understand!"
>You sniffled
>Thinking about all this is really drudging up some emotions, safe to say you were glad you weren't alone in this, even if it was just a tiny part of you that thought that way
"I really want to be my old self again, I wish this didn't happen to me!"
>You rubbed your solid blue eyes with a chitinous hoof, wiping away some the tears
>Your head stayed hung, you weren't sure if the bigger changeling was going to be angry at you for lying, or if she would attack you, you felt a mixture of fear, anxiety, and sadness
>What you didn't know is that she pitied you, and cared for you, as if you were one of her own
>To her, you were one of her own
>You heard shuffling in front of you, as you looked up you suddenly found yourself wrapped in a warm embrace as the queen wrapped her forelimbs and wings around you, bringing you closer to her
>You really were small compared to her
>"It's okay, don't be frightened any longer. I'm here for you, even if you weren't one of mine, you are now. This is fate."
>Fate... You can choose your own fate
>Sniffling, you tried looking into her eyes, but your snout bumped into her chin, making you wince
"I... Uhm, I appreciate the gesture..."
>You hesitated
"But I do have my own vices... Things I need to do, I can't stay here for one-"
>"Then come with me, back to our hive, where you belong."