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Lovequest - Chapter 3

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>Wake up.
>Roll over.
>Check clock.
>Work starts in five minutes.
>Sigh.
>Panic.
>Your day starts off terribly and seems to get worse from there. You sprinted out the door without paying attention to the changeling asking you questions, which you should really not do since its discovery would mean big trouble for you. Then again, your boss is a huge asshole.
>You arrived at work six minutes late, not feeling very well and somewhat dirty.
>Your boss chewed you out and threatened to fire you for the umpteenth time before leaving to attend another one of his golf meetings. You and Sweetcheeks shared only a few words before you ducked into the back to work.
>For starters, one of the two ovens was broken this morning. It refused to do more than pump propane into the air. So now all the product was coming out about twice as slow.
>Which isn’t an issue because no one has come in this morning.
>By the time you get all of the product on the shelves, it’s already lunch time. Normally for a lunch break you’d duck out and eat somewhere alone but… you’d sure like some company today.
>You glance at Sweetcheeks and notice her staring aimlessly at the counter.
>…
>Alright Anon, bite the pillow. We’re going in spaghetti-filled.
“Hey, uh… Sweetcheeks?”
>She snaps out of her daze and looks up at you. “Yeah?”
“I was about to go grab something to eat, you want something?”
>”Um… depends what you’re havin’.”
“Sandwich?”
>”Yeah if you’re buyin’. Just gimme something with a bunch of tomatoes.”
“You g—“
>Just your luck, someone comes barging through the door.
>”Oh, Anonymoooooooooous~!”
>Rarity, the local seamstress has come to your little shop with a small box resting upon her back.
“Uh, good afternoon, miss Rari—“
>”It’s so good to see you, darling!” You’ve never spoken to her in your life, but that doesn’t stop her from pulling you into a hug. “You left in such a rush this morning, I never got a chance to give you your lunch!”
“My—“
>She bites down on the ribbon on the box and sets it down on a table. It strikes you as a little odd she didn’t use her magic.
>”I made them all just for you! I hope you find them scrumptious!”
>You open the box to reveal several donuts. The ones that you make every morning.
>”Go on, my little love muffin. Give one a try.”
>You raise your hand to grab one, then your fingers twitch.
>Love muffin.
>You ball up your fist and purse your lips as you bring your hand down to lightly pound the table.
>Sweetcheeks looks between the two of you before speaking up.
>”Ooookay, I’m gettin’ pretty hungry so uh… you mind watching the front for me, Anon?”
“Yeah, not a problem.”
>Sweetcheeks takes a moment to organize the area behind the counter before totting out of the building.
>With just you and the Changeling alone, you flick her on the horn, causing her to turn back into her original self. She shirks away and rubs the spot on her head where the fake horn used to be.
>”OoooowwwwwwwwUH! Don’t do that!”
“What are you doing here? I told you to wait at home today. No, instead you disguise yourself as a pony I’ve never talked to, pretend to be my girlfriend and now that mare who just—“
>”That mare who you have a crush on.”
“Shut up. That mare is most likely to tell her friends, who will tell their friends and so on, and then RARITY herself will hear about this and, guess what?”
>”Pegasus butt?”
“It’s all going to come back to me! I’ll be called a liar or Rarity will and… ugh!”
>Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the changeling snicker.
“And this is funny to you. Great. Where’s the town guard when you need them?”
>”Hehehe! You’re blowing this waaaaay out of proportion! I am super-duper sure this will only help you!”
“Pssh.”
>”No, really! Look, look, look. How much do ya know about girls?”
>You open your mouth to respond but she cuts you off again.
>”Like, almost nothing! See, girls get really jealous when they see a guy with a girl! Especially a pretty girl! And the girl I was, was really… really pretty.” She almost sounds sad for a second before perking up again.
“Yes, the way she casually went to lunch was full of envy and spite for you.”
>”No. Quit being dumb. You see, the seed of desire has been planted,” She is doing all the motions of her words. “We have to let it emerge from the muddy depths of emotion, then we must find what it needs to grow. Then BAM, love making! I get a cut, by the way.”
“This is god damn ridiculous.”
>”So crazy, it just might work.”
>You wait a few seconds before letting out a pained groan.
>”Tch, you got a better plan?”
“Yeah, asking her out on a date.”
>”And why would she say yes?”
“I don’t know, just…” Your mouth hangs open but there is nothing you can actually think of. “I guess, I don’t know.”
>”That’s right, pal. So it’s my way or the highway! So we both agree we’re sneaking into her house to study her tonight, right?”
“Excuse me?”
“This was a terrible idea.”
>You and the Changeling, who you refuse to call by her self-imposed name are, camped outside Sweetcheek’s bedroom window. The lights are on but she’s nowhere to be seen. Her location is unknown so you deem it too unsafe to enter quite yet. Or at all.
>”No way! Girls love it when you know all of their secrets! Seriously, let’s go inside now!”
“It’s still too dangerous. We have to wait until we know she isn’t anywhere near her room.”
>And as if the gods themselves wanted you to commit breaking and entering, you hear a few clops from around the corner towards the front of the house and a few firm knocks on the door.
>”Perfect!”
“No, don—“
>The changeling gently opens the window and ungracefully tumbles through.
“God… Ugh, hold on.”
>You creep through the window as quietly as possible. You can hear voices resonating from the front door which sounds more than a few rooms away. If you and the changeling can remain quiet, there won’t be any problems if you leave right now.
“Forget it, this is a total bust. Let’s… what are you looking a—Oh.”
>The changeling seemed completely mesmerized with something on the other end of Sweetcheek’s dresser which wasn’t visible before. A neatly organized from smallest to biggest, collection of dildos. There’s no way that one in the middle isn’t based off you. You’d better contact a lawyer to get some money off of those sales.
>And poor little changeling. She wouldn’t know what those are. Any second she’ll quietly ask what those are and there will be that awkward moment where you’ll debate whether to tell her or not.
>”… WOW! THOSE ARE AWESOME!”
“Sweetcheeks!” You hiss out and wrap your hand around her snout.
>”’An ah ‘abe un’?”
“Absolutely not!”
>You wait for a moment and sigh before releasing the changeling from your grip.
>But just as you think it’s safe, you hear the plodding of hooves on carpet and unintelligible voices.
>You panic.
>You look down towards the changeling.
>She’s gone.
>You turn to the window.
>It’s closed.
>The changeling is on the other side. She shrugs and mouths, ‘Where were you?’
>It takes all of your willpower not to jump through the window and strangle her. But you can’t afford to get arrested under several charges.
>As a last ditch effort, you dive into the closet and close the door.
>You can see through a small crack you left for yourself, giving you vision of the window and a corner of the bed.
>Sweetcheeks soon walks in with someone, judging by his voice, a stallion. He comes into view and you find it difficult not to groan.
>Cherry Fizzy. A stallion who cares more about his hair than anything else. Rumors went around that his cutie mark was about deflowering mares in a fantastical way, but his mother spoiled that at his eighteenth birthday party. His self-perpetuated falsehoods stopped there and the legend of the cherry soda master was born. You hate to admit it, but his Cherry Pop is pretty good.
>And some girls still like him.
>So he being here does not leave a good feeling in your gut.
>”Huh… guess it was nothin’.” Sweetcheeks speaks up.
>”Mmm, I think it was just an excuse to get me into your bedroom. Or maybe the noise came from under your covers.”
>He goes in for a touchy kiss and suddenly you feel very embarrassed.
>Look at you! You’re in her closet, watching a private moment! How horrible of you.
>”Pffehehaha! Cherry! You’re charming, but I’m keeping my options open right now.”
>Excellent. Hopefully they find a reason to leave the room so you can get the hell out of there.
>You then see the changeling outside the window, making several hoof gestures which make absolutely no sense.
>She hovers, frozen for a second before rushing off to the side.
>You sigh, thinking you’re alone in this. You then look to—Aah! S-Sweetcheeks just turned him down! How did they get on the bed so quickly!
>Oh god, oh god! Cover your eyes, Anon!
>You hear a door slam open, causing everyone including yourself to stop whatever they’re doing and look in that direction.
>The sound of galloping comes from the hall before what sounds like a panting pony stands at the doorway.
>”So, I propose to you and you immediately go to your WHORE!?”
>”What?” Cherry Fizzy and Sweetcheeks say in unision.
>”All those nights you said you were ‘hangin’ with the boys’? Those were all fake?”
>”Hey, hey!” Cherry Fizzy rolls off Sweetcheeks and holds his hooves up defensively. “Miss, I don’t know who you are but—“
>”Oh, and I bet your little girlfriend is so innocent too, huh? Well look at… THIS!”
>The closet door is suddenly thrust open and a mint colored hoof wraps around your arm to pull you out.
>”Did you know she is sleeping with THIS?!”
>”What?!” Everyone, including yourself says.
>”Anonymous,” Sweetcheeks speaks up. “What were you doing in my closet?”
>Oh god. What did this changeling do?
“I got… really, really high. I have no idea who this mare is.”
>Always a good fallback excuse.
>”Were you seriously sleeping with the human!”
>”No! This mare… wait, you were cheating on her with me! What, am I some kind of tool?”
>”That’s right,” The Lyra-changeling interjects. “My boyfriend of two years has been sneaking out almost every night, seeing different mares from all over Ponyville! Don’t think you’re special, honey.”
>”She’s lying!”
>”Out! All of you, get out of my house.”
>”Oh, we’ll be going! And I’m taking your human boytoy, too! Hmph!”
“Please don’t let her take me, Sweetcheeks. I’m legitimately scared.”
>”Fine! Everyone but Anonymous leave!”
>”But, babe—“
>”Now!”
>The night actually manages to continue like this for another thirty minutes. Sweetcheeks slowly pushed Cherry Fizzy and Lyra-ling out, leaving you standing awkwardly by her front door. You could hear the neighbors outside who were a little too nervous to do anything slowly trot by before finding a good place to about-face and trot by again. There’s too much drama to not be curious.
>Sweetcheeks is in the other room doing what sounds like dishes. This is far from the most ideal situation but… hey! You’re alone with Sweetcheeks. Being at work doesn’t count.
>You sheepishly walk into the kitchen to find her brutally scrubbing already clean dishes with a brush held in between her teeth. Her firey mane sways back and forth in an almost hypnotic fashion. Her ears are flattened against her scalp and she swishes her tail back and forth.
>You know what? She seems really upset. It might not be a good time to make conversation.
“So uh,” She drops the plate onto the rest, creating a loud clang. “I still have no idea how I even got here, but thanks for the help. Lyra is a pretty eccentric pony but—“
>”I don’t really know what to think about all that, but I need to you leave. I’ll see you at work.”
“Right. Yeah, I was just about to leave. Lyra is probably long gone by now. Good night, see you tomorrow.”
>You get no response as you leave the room and walk out of the small house.
>Get home.
>Open the door.
>Walk in.
>Close the door.
“CHANGELING!”
>”Sweetcheeks!” You hear her call from somewhere inside your own home.
“I am not calling you that! Get out here!”
>She skips gleefully out of your laundry room, acting as if nothing went wrong.
>”How’s it goin’, partner in crime? Get any sweet lo—“
“Shut up! You almost… almost… ruined my life!”
>”What? Pshh, naaaah. I just saved your love life!”
“How?!”
>”Eliminate the competition! Make her insecure with her own species! What’s that? The only human in the world is kind, caring and SINGLE?! Oh my gosh, how amazing! Sweetcheeks will be climbing all over you soon. At least if I don’t do it first. Phew,” She begins to fan herself off. “I could have the one and only, Anonymous right here, right now? Well, well, well! Aren’t I the luckiest mare in the world?”
>She erupts in flames, changing into Sweetcheeks with a skimpy maid’s outfit. The outfit is half a size too small and her pudge is poking out of a few places.
“Stop that.”
>”But—“
>You flick her on the head for the second time today, causing her to turn back into a changeling.
“Thought that would only work with unicorns…”
>”Me too…”
“Look, Sweetie.”
>“Sweetie?”
”I’m not calling you Sweetcheeks. That’s way too confusing. Consider it a nickname.”
>”Nickname?! Are we friends now?”
“Focus. Sweetie, there will be repercussions to this. You disguised yourself as a pony who lives and has a reputation in this town and caused a few problems while using her face. Word is going to spread about how crazy Lyra was tonight.”
>”So.”
“So, you’ll blow your cover that way!”
>Worry flashes across Sweetie’s face for the first time.
>”That… that can’t happen! I didn’t know! Ugh, shoot. I’m so bad at this. I promise to improve around you! So can we team up, get the girl and get the skills to be the best human-changling team out there?”
>You give her a long, hard stare.
“I don’t think I can put up with this much longer. Is there any chance of you leaving me to leech off someone else?”
>”Nuh-uh!”
“Thought so. And if someone were to anonymously tip off the police to the whereabouts of a changeling?”
>”I’d cooperate and tell them everything, including whoever was harboring me.”
>You try to stare down Sweetie, but her large bug eyes are unflinching. She even giggles at you a little.
“You’re far more devious than you let on.”
>”I got my hooks in you now!” She makes a clawing motion with her hooves and winks. “Rawr!”
>You grumble and push yourself away from the changeling.
“Alright… since you refuse to give up on helping me,”
>”I’ll never stop!”
“Let’s try doing things my way from now on. No more extreme deception, no more crime, we’re going to woo her. God… don’t even know if I like her all that much.”
>”You’ll find out! And, deal!”
>She holds out a hoof, expecting a shake or a bump. Instead you lazily slap it and make it look as legit as possible.
>”Great! Now,” She turns into maid Sweetcheeks again. “Let’s take this from the top.”
>You ready your fingers to flick once more but she changed back into her original form immediately.
>”I’ll stop. I’ll stop!”
>Six hours after sundown.
>Anonymous has been asleep for two hours. His breathing patterns indicate he has fallen into a deep sleep. At this time of the night, an average of ninety percent of ponies are now asleep.
>You, who the human and yourself now call ‘Sweetie’, open your eyes. You crawl off the couch and lightly walk to the laundry room. The boards creak quietly under your steps, quieter than the noise your wings would generate.
>Beneath the rug lies a wooden board which can easily be lifted and removed. With it out of the way, you enter the dark crawlspace. You approach your little project in the corner with glee.
>Cherry Fizzy, fully wrapped up in an incubation cocoon. You can’t help but giggle at your first successful one. He floats in the green goo almost lifelessly or even zombielike.
“Hehehehaha, I already got my first! The queen will be very pleased with me if I can keep this up.”

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>Wake up.
>Roll over.
>Check clock.
>Work starts in five minutes.
>Sigh.
>Panic.
>Your day starts off terribly and seems to get worse from there. You sprinted out the door without paying attention to the changeling asking you questions, which you should really not do since its discovery would mean big trouble for you. Then again, your boss is a huge asshole.
>You arrived at work six minutes late, not feeling very well and somewhat dirty.
>Your boss chewed you out and threatened to fire you for the umpteenth time before leaving to attend another one of his golf meetings. You and Sweetcheeks shared only a few words before you ducked into the back to work.
>For starters, one of the two ovens was broken this morning. It refused to do more than pump propane into the air. So now all the product was coming out about twice as slow.
>Which isn’t an issue because no one has come in this morning.
>By the time you get all of the product on the shelves, it’s already lunch time. Normally for a lunch break you’d duck out and eat somewhere alone but… you’d sure like some company today.
>You glance at Sweetcheeks and notice her staring aimlessly at the counter.
>…
>Alright Anon, bite the pillow. We’re going in spaghetti-filled.
“Hey, uh… Sweetcheeks?”
>She snaps out of her daze and looks up at you. “Yeah?”
“I was about to go grab something to eat, you want something?”
>”Um… depends what you’re havin’.”
“Sandwich?”
>”Yeah if you’re buyin’. Just gimme something with a bunch of tomatoes.”
“You g—“
>Just your luck, someone comes barging through the door.
>”Oh, Anonymoooooooooous~!”

>Rarity, the local seamstress has come to your little shop with a small box resting upon her back.
“Uh, good afternoon, miss Rari—“
>”It’s so good to see you, darling!” You’ve never spoken to her in your life, but that doesn’t stop her from pulling you into a hug. “You left in such a rush this morning, I never got a chance to give you your lunch!”
“My—“
>She bites down on the ribbon on the box and sets it down on a table. It strikes you as a little odd she didn’t use her magic.
>”I made them all just for you! I hope you find them scrumptious!”
>You open the box to reveal several donuts. The ones that you make every morning.
>”Go on, my little love muffin. Give one a try.”
>You raise your hand to grab one, then your fingers twitch.
>Love muffin.
>You ball up your fist and purse your lips as you bring your hand down to lightly pound the table.
>Sweetcheeks looks between the two of you before speaking up.
>”Ooookay, I’m gettin’ pretty hungry so uh… you mind watching the front for me, Anon?”
“Yeah, not a problem.”
 >Sweetcheeks takes a moment to organize the area behind the counter before totting out of the building.
>With just you and the Changeling alone, you flick her on the horn, causing her to turn back into her original self. She shirks away and rubs the spot on her head where the fake horn used to be.
>”OoooowwwwwwwwUH! Don’t do that!”
“What are you doing here? I told you to wait at home today. No, instead you disguise yourself as a pony I’ve never talked to, pretend to be my girlfriend and now that mare who just—“
>”That mare who you have a crush on.”


“Shut up. That mare is most likely to tell her friends, who will tell their friends and so on, and then RARITY herself will hear about this and, guess what?”
>”Pegasus butt?”
“It’s all going to come back to me! I’ll be called a liar or Rarity will and… ugh!”
>Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the changeling snicker.
“And this is funny to you. Great. Where’s the town guard when you need them?”
>”Hehehe! You’re blowing this waaaaay out of proportion! I am super-duper sure this will only help you!”
“Pssh.”
>”No, really! Look, look, look. How much do ya know about girls?”
>You open your mouth to respond but she cuts you off again.
>”Like, almost nothing! See, girls get really jealous when they see a guy with a girl! Especially a pretty girl! And the girl I was, was really… really pretty.” She almost sounds sad for a second before perking up again.
“Yes, the way she casually went to lunch was full of envy and spite for you.”
>”No. Quit being dumb. You see, the seed of desire has been planted,” She is doing all the motions of her words. “We have to let it emerge from the muddy depths of emotion, then we must find what it needs to grow. Then BAM, love making! I get a cut, by the way.”
“This is god damn ridiculous.”
>”So crazy, it just might work.”
>You wait a few seconds before letting out a pained groan.
>”Tch, you got a better plan?”
“Yeah, asking her out on a date.”
>”And why would she say yes?”
“I don’t know, just…” Your mouth hangs open but there is nothing you can actually think of. “I guess, I don’t know.”
>”That’s right, pal. So it’s my way or the highway! So we both agree we’re sneaking into her house to study her tonight, right?”
“Excuse me?”

“This was a terrible idea.”
>You and the Changeling, who you refuse to call by her self-imposed name are, camped outside Sweetcheek’s bedroom window. The lights are on but she’s nowhere to be seen. Her location is unknown so you deem it too unsafe to enter quite yet. Or at all.
>”No way! Girls love it when you know all of their secrets! Seriously, let’s go inside now!”
“It’s still too dangerous. We have to wait until we know she isn’t anywhere near her room.”
>And as if the gods themselves wanted you to commit breaking and entering, you hear a few clops from around the corner towards the front of the house and a few firm knocks on the door.
>”Perfect!”
“No, don—“
>The changeling gently opens the window and ungracefully tumbles through.
“God… Ugh, hold on.”
>You creep through the window as quietly as possible. You can hear voices resonating from the front door which sounds more than a few rooms away. If you and the changeling can remain quiet, there won’t be any problems if you leave right now.
“Forget it, this is a total bust. Let’s… what are you looking a—Oh.”
>The changeling seemed completely mesmerized with something on the other end of Sweetcheek’s dresser which wasn’t visible before. A neatly organized from smallest to biggest, collection of dildos. There’s no way that one in the middle isn’t based off you. You’d better contact a lawyer to get some money off of those sales.
>And poor little changeling. She wouldn’t know what those are. Any second she’ll quietly ask what those are and there will be that awkward moment where you’ll debate whether to tell her or not.
>”… WOW! THOSE ARE AWESOME!”
“Sweetcheeks!” You hiss out and wrap your hand around her snout.
>”’An ah ‘abe un’?”
“Absolutely not!”

>You wait for a moment and sigh before releasing the changeling from your grip.
>But just as you think it’s safe, you hear the plodding of hooves on carpet and unintelligible voices.
>You panic.
>You look down towards the changeling.
>She’s gone.
>You turn to the window.
>It’s closed.
>The changeling is on the other side. She shrugs and mouths, ‘Where were you?’
>It takes all of your willpower not to jump through the window and strangle her. But you can’t afford to get arrested under several charges.
>As a last ditch effort, you dive into the closet and close the door.
>You can see through a small crack you left for yourself, giving you vision of the window and a corner of the bed.
>Sweetcheeks soon walks in with someone, judging by his voice, a stallion. He comes into view and you find it difficult not to groan.
>Cherry Fizzy. A stallion who cares more about his hair than anything else. Rumors went around that his cutie mark was about deflowering mares in a fantastical way, but his mother spoiled that at his eighteenth birthday party. His self-perpetuated falsehoods stopped there and the legend of the cherry soda master was born. You hate to admit it, but his Cherry Pop is pretty good.
>And some girls still like him.
>So he being here does not leave a good feeling in your gut.
>”Huh… guess it was nothin’.” Sweetcheeks speaks up.
>”Mmm, I think it was just an excuse to get me into your bedroom. Or maybe the noise came from under your covers.”

>He goes in for a touchy kiss and suddenly you feel very embarrassed.
>Look at you! You’re in her closet, watching a private moment! How horrible of you.
>”Pffehehaha! Cherry! You’re charming, but I’m keeping my options open right now.”
>Excellent. Hopefully they find a reason to leave the room so you can get the hell out of there.
>You then see the changeling outside the window, making several hoof gestures which make absolutely no sense.
>She hovers, frozen for a second before rushing off to the side.
>You sigh, thinking you’re alone in this. You then look to—Aah! S-Sweetcheeks just turned him down! How did they get on the bed so quickly!
>Oh god, oh god! Cover your eyes, Anon!
>You hear a door slam open, causing everyone including yourself to stop whatever they’re doing and look in that direction.
>The sound of galloping comes from the hall before what sounds like a panting pony stands at the doorway.
>”So, I propose to you and you immediately go to your WHORE!?”
>”What?” Cherry Fizzy and Sweetcheeks say in unision.
>”All those nights you said you were ‘hangin’ with the boys’? Those were all fake?”
>”Hey, hey!” Cherry Fizzy rolls off Sweetcheeks and holds his hooves up defensively. “Miss, I don’t know who you are but—“
>”Oh, and I bet your little girlfriend is so innocent too, huh? Well look at… THIS!”
>The closet door is suddenly thrust open and a mint colored hoof wraps around your arm to pull you out.
>”Did you know she is sleeping with THIS?!”
>”What?!” Everyone, including yourself says.
>”Anonymous,” Sweetcheeks speaks up. “What were you doing in my closet?”
>Oh god. What did this changeling do?
“I got… really, really high. I have no idea who this mare is.”
>Always a good fallback excuse.

>”Were you seriously sleeping with the human!”
>”No! This mare… wait, you were cheating on her with me! What, am I some kind of tool?”
>”That’s right,” The Lyra-changeling interjects. “My boyfriend of two years has been sneaking out almost every night, seeing different mares from all over Ponyville! Don’t think you’re special, honey.”
>”She’s lying!”
>”Out! All of you, get out of my house.”
>”Oh, we’ll be going! And I’m taking your human boytoy, too! Hmph!”
“Please don’t let her take me, Sweetcheeks. I’m legitimately scared.”
>”Fine! Everyone but Anonymous leave!”
>”But, babe—“
>”Now!”
>The night actually manages to continue like this for another thirty minutes. Sweetcheeks slowly pushed Cherry Fizzy and Lyra-ling out, leaving you standing awkwardly by her front door. You could hear the neighbors outside who were a little too nervous to do anything slowly trot by before finding a good place to about-face and trot by again. There’s too much drama to not be curious.
>Sweetcheeks is in the other room doing what sounds like dishes. This is far from the most ideal situation but… hey! You’re alone with Sweetcheeks. Being at work doesn’t count.
>You sheepishly walk into the kitchen to find her brutally scrubbing already clean dishes with a brush held in between her teeth. Her firey mane sways back and forth in an almost hypnotic fashion. Her ears are flattened against her scalp and she swishes her tail back and forth.
>You know what? She seems really upset. It might not be a good time to make conversation.
“So uh,” She drops the plate onto the rest, creating a loud clang. “I still have no idea how I even got here, but thanks for the help. Lyra is a pretty eccentric pony but—“
>”I don’t really know what to think about all that, but I need to you leave. I’ll see you at work.”
“Right. Yeah, I was just about to leave. Lyra is probably long gone by now. Good night, see you tomorrow.”
>You get no response as you leave the room and walk out of the small house.

>Get home.
>Open the door.
>Walk in.
>Close the door.
“CHANGELING!”
>”Sweetcheeks!” You hear her call from somewhere inside your own home.
“I am not calling you that! Get out here!”
>She skips gleefully out of your laundry room, acting as if nothing went wrong.
>”How’s it goin’, partner in crime? Get any sweet lo—“
“Shut up! You almost… almost… ruined my life!”
>”What? Pshh, naaaah. I just saved your love life!”
“How?!”
>”Eliminate the competition! Make her insecure with her own species! What’s that? The only human in the world is kind, caring and SINGLE?! Oh my gosh, how amazing! Sweetcheeks will be climbing all over you soon. At least if I don’t do it first. Phew,” She begins to fan herself off. “I could have the one and only, Anonymous right here, right now? Well, well, well! Aren’t I the luckiest mare in the world?”
>She erupts in flames, changing into Sweetcheeks with a skimpy maid’s outfit. The outfit is half a size too small and her pudge is poking out of a few places.
“Stop that.”
>”But—“
>You flick her on the head for the second time today, causing her to turn back into a changeling.
“Thought that would only work with unicorns…”
>”Me too…”
“Look, Sweetie.”
>“Sweetie?”
”I’m not calling you Sweetcheeks. That’s way too confusing. Consider it a nickname.”
>”Nickname?! Are we friends now?”
“Focus. Sweetie, there will be repercussions to this. You disguised yourself as a pony who lives and has a reputation in this town and caused a few problems while using her face. Word is going to spread about how crazy Lyra was tonight.”

>”So.”
“So, you’ll blow your cover that way!”
>Worry flashes across Sweetie’s face for the first time.
>”That… that can’t happen! I didn’t know! Ugh, shoot. I’m so bad at this. I promise to improve around you! So can we team up, get the girl and get the skills to be the best human-changling team out there?”
>You give her a long, hard stare.
“I don’t think I can put up with this much longer. Is there any chance of you leaving me to leech off someone else?”
>”Nuh-uh!”
“Thought so. And if someone were to anonymously tip off the police to the whereabouts of a changeling?”
>”I’d cooperate and tell them everything, including whoever was harboring me.”
>You try to stare down Sweetie, but her large bug eyes are unflinching. She even giggles at you a little.
“You’re far more devious than you let on.”
>”I got my hooks in you now!” She makes a clawing motion with her hooves and winks. “Rawr!”
>You grumble and push yourself away from the changeling.
“Alright… since you refuse to give up on helping me,”
>”I’ll never stop!”
“Let’s try doing things my way from now on. No more extreme deception, no more crime, we’re going to woo her. God… don’t even know if I like her all that much.”
>”You’ll find out! And, deal!”
>She holds out a hoof, expecting a shake or a bump. Instead you lazily slap it and make it look as legit as possible.
>”Great! Now,” She turns into maid Sweetcheeks again. “Let’s take this from the top.”
>You ready your fingers to flick once more but she changed back into her original form immediately.
>”I’ll stop. I’ll stop!”

>Six hours after sundown.
>Anonymous has been asleep for two hours. His breathing patterns indicate he has fallen into a deep sleep. At this time of the night, an average of ninety percent of ponies are now asleep.
>You, who the human and yourself now call ‘Sweetie’, open your eyes. You crawl off the couch and lightly walk to the laundry room. The boards creak quietly under your steps, quieter than the noise your wings would generate.
>Beneath the rug lies a wooden board which can easily be lifted and removed. With it out of the way, you enter the dark crawlspace. You approach your little project in the corner with glee.
>Cherry Fizzy, fully wrapped up in an incubation cocoon. You can’t help but giggle at your first successful one. He floats in the green goo almost lifelessly or even zombielike.
“Hehehehaha, I already got my first! The queen will be very pleased with me if I can keep this up.”

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