>You've now been trapped in Ponyville for a week, trying your best to adapt and not look suspicious
>After talking to Carrot Top, she agreed to give you the job at her market place stall, which you are headed to now
>Since happening upon Auckland at the bar on your date with Pinky the second night here, you’ve only seen him once, patrolling along the street looking for leads
>Fucking psychopath, he got off totally scot free for slashing that pony who he suspected of being you with a kukri
>Well, better him than you
>But in the meantime, things have been shaping up quite nicely
>You’ve never been at a lack of love energy due to going home to Pinky every night
>In fact, you could say that you’ve been developing an attachment to her, and not just for the energy
>Those beautiful blue eyes, her smooth coat….that plump ass. Unf!
>Glancing at a clock, you realize it’s 7:50 AM
“Oh crap, I’m gonna be late for work!” you mutter, going into a jogging pace
 
 
>After picking up your pace, you're coming into sight of the market place
>You can't be late. Carrot Top may be a nice boss, but she can be strict at times. Being late is one of those
>You glance at another clock
"Geez! One minute? I'll never make it!"
>Glancing back ahead, you notice an orange filly up the street has left her scooter unattended to head into a shop
>If you can hop on it, you might just be able to make it to work
"Wait, what am I thinking? I can't really take that, what kind of monster am I?"
>..........oh who are you kidding, it's yours now
>Hopping on and taking off, you begin to pick up rapid speed
>Looking back, you see the filly jumping angrily on the sidewalk yelling at you
"Pshhh, nothing personnel, kid"
>As soon as you reach the outskirts of the market place, you ditch the scooter in some bushes and sprint to the carrot stand
>Made it, and here comes the boss
>"Oh hello Jean! You made it right on time!....Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?"
 
 
>Donning your work apron, you decide to explain while you're opening up the stand
>Cutting open a box of carrots with a knife, you formulate your response in order to not sound like a thief
"I, uh. I was busy going too fast"
>Way to go Biggs
>Carrot Top gives you a confused look as she helps set out the vegetables
>"You were what?"
"Oh you know! I had to run here, fast. I forgot to watch the clock at home and I knew how you hate workers being late."
>A solid tale, with no speak of scooter jacking
>"Well I'm glad you are so committed to making it to work on time Jean. Just remember to keep a better eye on the clock."
“Oh it wont happen again, I was just helping Pinky with moving some stuff before I left" you state, keeping an eye out for customers
>"Well that's quite alright dear. By the way, how are you and that nice mare doing?"
 
 
"Oh it's going just fine between us! Thanks to this job I've been able to pay the rent so I could stay with her."
>"Well I'm glad to help out Jean. And I'm also happy that you're being such a gentlecolt to Pinky in these difficult times. Her poor friends just got out of jail this morning as a matter of fact. I know how much she adores them, it must have had her heart broken"
>She holds up the town newspaper and you take it from her
"Yeah, she was pretty devastated the first couple of days, but I reassured her that everything would turn out alright"
>And there it is on the front page: 5 Elements of Harmony released after interrogation over Changeling Accusation
>Heh, you can only imagine what they did to them in the interrogation rooms. They're lucky they even got out so early, 5 days isn't that long when trying to discover if a pony isn't real or not. But they deserve it for what they did to your squad at Canerlot. Psycho bitches.
>Looking back up, Carrot Top is just going about business as usual, waiting for customers
"I wonder if there's anything on Auckland in here?" you whisper under your breath
 
 
>Scanning down the page, you quickly find an article about your hunter
>No surprise that it's on the front page, every pony in this city wants to know what's being done about the changeling
>Not surprisingly, they've grown a little discontent that Auckland hasn't captured you yet, and has injured several civilians in the process
>Rupert Auckland to city hall: It's time for a switch of tactics
"Switch of tactics?"
>"What was that Jean?" Carrot Top says as she trots over
"Oh nothing Ms. Top, just reading the article about our resident killer griffon"
>"Now now Jean, don't be so judgmental, he's our best hope for finding this monster....and the best looking thing to come into town for a long time..."
>God damn it Carrot Top. Maybe she has a thing for blatant brutality?
>You begin to read the article
>Rupert Auckland, hired game hunter from the Griffon bush, told city hall last night that it was time to switch tactics in his hunt for the changeling menace, as traditional tactics have yielded only small leads. He would not comment on what those new tactics are, but stated that "They would be a big departure from what's been tried so far." At the end of the conference, the city council decided to increase Mr. Auckland's weekly stipend by %30 at his request, as he "Needed it for new implements for the hunt"
 
 
>More funding? What a freaking joke! They've already given him a home on the outskirts of town, and 200 bits a week. I mean, that isn't a lot of money, but still, he hasn't been able to bring in any major leads
>............Wait, why are you so upset that he hasn't found you? Must be because you've been living as a pony for the last week. Weird
>Glancing back at Carrot Top, she's just talking to a potential customer
>At least she isn't looking over your shoulder anymore
>Anyway, time to see if there's anything else that can help you
>Looking down the paper once again, something catches your eye at the bottom
"Three more bodies discovered, bringing changeling death toll to five?"
>What the hell? You haven't killed anyone! At least, you don't think you have?
>This is getting pretty serious
 
 
>That's pretty strange, but you've got a job to do, the article can wait
"Hey Carrot Top, anything you need done?"
>She turns around and ponders for a moment
>"Actually Jean, could you go run back to the farm for me? We're defiantly going to need a couple more crates of carrots from the way we've been selling today. The harness for the wagon should be in the shed."
>Sweet, this was your favorite part of the job. Not only did it get you out of public for a little while, you also got to actually use those muscles of yours
"Alright sounds good! I'll be back in thirty minutes"
>"Well do hurry, and be careful! You'll make a tempting target while attached to the crate!"
>Yeah whatever, are you gonna attack yourself? You're the most dangerous thing in town....you hope
"Ok, will do!"
>You set off out of the market place, down to the mile long trail leading to Carrot's place
 
 
>You take off down the trail determined to make it back to the market in a timely fashion
>Time is money man
>You do rather enjoy the trail to the farm, nice and quiet, out of the way
>You just hope that you don't run into any unplanned for visitors
"This Auckland character shouldn't be this far out here, but nothing will get the drop on Biggs!"
>You proudly scurry down the trail, and 10 minutes later, you're at the farm
>It's a quaint little place, with a few small carrot fields, a shed, and Carrot Top's house
>She invited you over one day after work, nice place, interesting decor
>Anyways, back on track
"Now where are those crates?"
>Heading around to behind the shed, you find 3 packaged carrot containers, exactly what you need
"And now for the fun part"
>Opening the large, wooden doors of the shed, you grab the harness and suit up, pulling the cart out after you
>Throwing the crates on board, you hook yourself onto the wooden cart and get a move on after quickly glancing at a clock through Carrot's window
"Hm, it's only been 12 minutes. I'll be back with some time to spare"
>This better be worth a pay raise man
>Shouldering the heavy weight as you pull, you and the cart go plodding along the trail
 
 
>Pulling with all your might, you head back along the trail at a quick, steady pace
"I'll make it back early or die trying" you grunt as you dig your hooves into the dirt
>After a few minutes, you're almost back, and can see the opening leading back to the market
>Quickening the pace, you practically rocket out of the clearing, much to the surprise of the pedestrians
>You notice several mares staring
>Heh, that's right ladies, get an eyeful of Biggs, you think as you straighten your posture and trot
>A couple of the mares are visibly blushing as you pull on by
"Eyes up here ladies"
>They snap your heads up quickly and give nervous smiles
>Yeah that's right
"Almost there, you can do this"
>You're only about a hundred yards from the market
"This has got to be a record tim-"
>You're cut short by a large object landing a few yards in front of you
>"G'day there...."
>Fuck
 
 
>Oh shit, this is not what you need right now
>You think about bolting for it, but quickly decide that's the worst thing that you could do right now
>Even if you could get the cart detached, the maniac would still hack you down before you could turn
>You gotta place this one cool
"O-oh. Hello there. Can I help you with something?"
>"Ya. Ya I believe you can. You do know who I am right?"
>Might as well say yes, you'd have to be blind not to know who this guy is by now
"Yeah, you're the changeling hunter, Mr. Auckland right?"
>He seems to be giving you a top to bottom look
>God, you hate the look of those golden eyes, especially the right one, with its scar and slightly cloudy hue. Shit's creepy
>"Ya that's me alright. Mind answering a few questions for me mate?"
"Oh yes, I have no problem with that, ask away"
>"Heh, well alright then. So what’s' your name son? And where are you going with this cart?"
"I'm Jean. Jean Hatchet. I'm just carrying these back to my work over at the market"
>He eyes you intently. He's still got that kukri on his side, and a crossbow slung over his back, but he doesn't seem to be planning on grabbing for either
"Hmmm. You know Jean, I think I've met you before..."
 
 
"Me? Y-yeah. I think I remember seeing you walk into a bar that I was at a few nights ago."
>His eyes seem to grow sharper as you say that
>"A bar ya say? I think I remember you.....you're the one who had the pink mare with him"
>He remembers Pinky, this isn't good, you don't want this killer anywhere near her
"Yeah, that was me and my friend. We were just having a night out"
>"Oh were ya now? As I recall you were quick to head out the door after I came in..."
>Panic.exe
"Ohhh. Yeah I-I well. I uh just needed to get her home. Wouldn't want to stay out too late you know? With the changeling and all"
>He nods slightly and grins
>"You're right about that, Jean. Wouldn't want to run into that beast."
>You both stare at each other in silence for a few seconds
>"Well, thanks for ya time mate...I gotta get moving"
>He begins to walk past you
>Just as you begin to pull away you hear:
>"Oh, and uh mate. Do take care of your mare. Wouldn't want anything happening to her. Wouldn't want that at all"
>He begins to walk off again
>You're fucking scared now
 
 
>This dumbass bird isn't going to get inside your head; he's just playing mind games
"Quit being such a beta Biggs" you angrily mutter
"You've got carrots to deliver"
>Pulling the cart the last hundred or so yards, you end up back at the stall
>Carrot Top looks a little displeased
>"Jean, where were you? That's the longest that it's ever taken you to get back here"
>Yeah whatever, you just got interrogated
"Well I was actually almost back, when Mr. Auckland decided to have a little chat with me"
>Her face brightens up
>"Mr. Auckland? Is he still here? Did he mention me?"
>Geez girl, control your spaghetti
"No no, he's gone now. Just asked me a few questions. Nothing big, normal stuff."
>"Oh. Well, that's good then. Did he say anything about the changeling?"
"No, he just told me to be careful"
>That being said, you unharness yourself and unload the carrots
>"Jean?"
"Yes Carrot Top?"
>".........you sure that he didn't mention me?"
>This mare really has the hots. Poor, poor misguided girl
"Hehe, no, sorry. But maybe he'll notice you latter"
>Say sits back down, looking slightly dejected
>Rupert-senpai, please notice me
>Heh, if he wasn't out to kill you, you'd introduce those two
>But anyway, after your shift, you're going to try to get the town to realize that is bird is nothing but a psycho killer
 
 
>Well back to work as usual
>Good news is, that you've not got that long left on your shift
>Bad news is, that Carrot Top might be one to watch out for
>She obviously is into that freaking griffon, and looks like she'd do just about anything to please him
>Even alerting him that you may in fact be his prey
>Well, looks like you'll even have to be even more thorough at work, no mistakes and anything suspicious, or Ms Bird Lover might be your downfall
>Wait, that article from earlier, you forgot to read that
"Hey Carrot Top, mind throwing me the newspaper?"
>"Hm? Oh sure Jean, just let me finish cutting out this picture"
>You lean over to see that it's a photo of homicidal cat-bird
>Awkward
>"Here you go" she says, passing you the paper
>Hm, lets see. "Three more bodies discovered"
>"Last night, 3 more victims were found dead in various parts of the city, including a private residence, an alleyway, and the local park. This, added with the 2 bodies found earlier in the week, has brought the death toll caused by the changeling to 5. All the victims were found with two puncture wounds in their necks, most likely from the predator's fangs"
>This...is odd. Very odd. You haven't done anything of the sort
 
 
>Pondering for a moment, you look over to your boss, still swooning over that cut out
>She's young, got a nice body.....looks like she's over obsessive but that'll work out fine
>If you can somehow get Auckland to fall for her, or even just spend some time with her, that would take the pressure off of you
>Hm, it just might work.
"Hey Carrot Top"
>She looks up from the photo
"Yes Jean?"
"You really like this Auckland fella don't you?"
>Her face immediately turns several shades redder as she looks to the ground
>"W-well....maybe. I-I mean I guess. He is very nice"
>Very nice your chitinous ass
"Well how'd you like to meet him?"
>She nearly jumps as you say that
>"R-really? Do you know where he is?"
"No, not at the moment, but he always delivers his daily report to the main police station at 9 PM every day...maybe we could wait there and introduce you two"
>She squeals in delight and rapidly shakes her head
>Bingo
 
 
>A few hours later and you're wandering the streets of Ponyville
>After agreeing to meet Carrot Top at the police station later that night, you decide to do some snooping around after work
>Something has been attacking ponies, and it hasn't been you.
>The sun is beginning to dim; it's about 8 PM now
>Almost everyone in town is inside by this time, frightened of the new reports of murder from the supposed changeling menace
>This just gives you more room to think and walk around without eyes being on you
"It couldn't be another changeling, could it?" you ask yourself as you go down the winding park trail
>Although unlikely, you can't rule that out
>After all, what if one of your hive comrades somehow snuck through the blockade to locate you?
>It could be a possibility
>Suddenly, you come upon what you came out for
"Well, here should be the park murder scene"
>It's an area about 20 yards off the trail, near some bushes
>Some yellow police tape flutters in the wind surrounding it
 
 
Walking up to the crime scene, you're careful to comb the ground on the way there
>Finding nothing, you continue on to the bushes,
>Right before you get there though, you pause and stare at the police tape
"It's fucking perfect........."
>Wait what? Nigga, you've got a job to do, and it aint starring at glorious yellow tape
"Enough bullshit, let’s have a look" You say, stepping over the tape
>Sure enough, there's the outline of a body, looks like a stallion's
A couple pools of mostly dried blood around where the neck region was
"There's gotta be more to this"
>You scan the bush branches for threads, kukri marks, anything that could identify who was doing this
>Finding nothing, you kick the grass in frustration
"I was hoping to find evidence against the bird, but whoever did this cleaned it up spectacularly to hide their tracks"
>Defeated, you begin to slink away
"This is bull, there's gotta be something around here"
>You begin to walk back to the trail, when something in the grass catches your eye
 
 
>You start to approach the curious object, about 5 yards ahead of you
>Getting close to it, you notice it'd a long, whitish rod or something
>Gently picking it up you realize what is it: A cigarette butt
"Interesting, I wonder if it's got a brand name on here?"
>Rolling the small object around, you locate the letters ALDEL before the rest of the once present letters were burned away
"Hm, it's not a brand I've ever heard of. It would have helped if the rest of the name wasn't burnt off."
>Gently putting the butt in your saddle bag, you make sure that no one is watching you and walk off
>You spot a caterpillar on the way out of the park, and pick him up
"You're a bug, I'm a bug. We're in this together brother" you state as you put him in your bag too
 
 
>You wish that you could have stayed a little longer to snoop around the murder scene, but it's nearly 8:30, and you agreed to meet Carrot Top at the police station before 9
>As you trot along, you pull out the caterpillar
>He crawls around on your hoof, looking for leaves to nibble
"Do you know anything about the murders little guy?”
>He looks up at you.......and goes back to crawling. What did you expect?
>You stick him back in the bag, because it's awkward as fuck running with 3 hooves
>Rounding the final corner, you spot Carrot Top leaning with her hind legs on the police station wall
>She's wearing a white dress and looks all dolled up
 
 
>As you walk up to her, she takes notice of you and waves you over
>Once you get closer you can finally see her clearly
>Hair all done up, immaculate white dress, orange earrings
>God damn, she looks real fine likes this
"Woah..."
>"Hahaha, like what you see Jean? It took my hours to get myself just right”
"Yeah....I mean, well damn Carrot Top, I knew you were pretty, but geez"
>"Oh don't be silly, this is what I could do on such short notice”
>If she looks this nice now, there's no way that Rupert could turn her down when they meet
>And speaking of birds, here he comes
>Walking up to the station, you see him just staring at you two when he gets close
>As he approaches the stairs, he gives both of you a sharp look, and smartly turns to go inside
>He should be out in a few minutes after delivering his report
 
 
>While you wait, you take out the caterpillar
>Attempting to focus in on his brain waves, you try to broadcast to him that he must commit sudoku and attack the griffon
>All you pick up on is static
>Sighing, you put him back
"I'll have to train you when I get back home"
>Looking over to Carrot Top, she's nervously playing with her mane
>You give her a poke on the side with your hoof, causing her to gasp and jump
>"What the heck Jean?"
"Hey now, just relax. You've got this, just take him to a nice dinner or something, show him a good time"
>"Then I can spend more time with him maybe?"
>Yeah, you hope that they spend A LOT of time together
"I'm sure of it"
>She beams widely as the doors open, the griffon steadily trudging out
"Hey Auckland, over here"
>He pauses, and turns to you, beckoning him over
>"Alright, what do ya two want?" he says in a low tone
"Well, you remember me, Jean. This is my boss, Carrot Top. I told her of our little conversation today, and she's wanted to meet you for a while and maybe spend some time together with you. What do you say?"
>He eyes her deeply
>"I don't know mate, I was going out night hunting in an hour"
"Oh come on, give the little sheila a chance"
>"Yeah! I promise it will be fun! I know a great bar that we can go to!" she blurts out
>He rubs his chin
"Weeeeell....alright. I guess its fine"
>Success
>"Come a long miss, we got ourselves a night!"
>You stop him as they start to walk off
"Hey Rupert, can I borrow a cig? I'm all out"
>He appears to be about to saying something, but catches himself. He eyes you quizzically
>"I'm afraid I'm fresh out, mate..."
>And with that, the griffon and the mare walk off into the night
 
 
>You didn't like the way cat-bird hesitated when you asked him for a smoke
>Soon, you'll think of a way to permanently off him, but for now, he'll be too occupied with your boss to be hunting you. For a while anyway
"Well, I guess that's a night"
>You turn around, and begin to walk right next door to the bakery
>You're freaking exhausted
>Using the your new key, you open the door
>Nobodies downstairs, Pinky must be up in the bedroom
>You already told her that you'd be home late, and to head to bed without you if she felt like it
>You ascend the stairs; sleep the only thing on your mind
 
 
As you enter the room, you notice that it's pitch black
>You can hear Pinky softy breathing in tiny, rhythmic snores.
>Freaking adorable man
>You walk over to her, lean down and lock lips
>As you start to suck some love, you can feel her automatically push back into you in response, subconsciously wanting more
>Breaking the kiss after a few seconds, you back away
"Don't want to take too much, it'll tire out the poor girl"
>You hop into bed and cover up under your sheets
>Disguise is disengaged, you are clear to sleep
 
 
 
>As it becomes darker, you eventually subside
>You feel strange. Almost like you're floating
>Looks down, you're on some type of soft grass, in a field
"Huh.....this is odd"
>Everything looks a little blurry and distorted
>Suddenly, you hear footsteps and whip around
"W-who's there?"
>Silence
>Then you hear something behind you
>Jolting around, there stands Rupert Auckland, in full bush dress, aiming a crossbow at you
>"You're finished, mate"
>Frozen with fear, you don't move until he takes a step forward
>Screw this
>You attempt to sprint, only to hear a whizzing noise, followed shortly by an extreme pain in your stomach.
>You look down, and arrow head is sticking out of your belly, covered in green blood
>As you double over, he causally walks over, unsheathing his kukri
"Please no. Please don't"
>His cold, sharp eyes mercilessly stare down at you
>He begins to raise the blade, signaling his decision
"W-wait!"
>You suddenly wake up, being shaken
>"Jean? Jean? Are you ok?" "You just started screaming in your sleep!"
>Oh god it's Pinky
 
 
There's no way that you can disguise now, she's right over you, and will surely notice the green flash
>You gotta play this off
"Oh hi Pinky"
"Jean, are you ok? You were screaming pretty loud"
"Oh I'm fine, just had a nightmare, nothing more."
>"I don't know Jean, you've been muttering stuff in your sleep for a few days."
>You feel the blanket being peeled off
>She won’t be able to see you since it's still pitch black out, that's good a least
>"And I think it's time for me to help you"
>With that she pulls the blanket off, and slides into bed with you, embracing you in a hug
>If she notices that you're a changeling, it's all over
 
 
>"Oh Jean, you feel a lot smoother than usual....did you accidentally use my conditioner in the shower?"
>Contrary to popular belief, your exoskeleton isn’t just tough plate, it’s coated in fine hairs
"Yeah...yeah I did. It really worked I guess"
>You can feel her snuggle into you, finally coming to a rest
>There you two lay, chest to chest, her head resting on your neck
>A few minutes go by, and you're unsure if she's asleep or not
>Her whispering voice answer that for you
>"Jean?"
"Yes my dear?"
>"You've been good to me. Really good to me. You've stuck with me during his whole changeling tragedy. You were there for me when my friends spent days in jail. I just want you to know that I appreciate you...I-I love you."
>You lay there for a second, taking this all in
"I enjoy you as well Pinky. I love you too."
>You plant a kiss on her head
>Again you lay
>A few minutes later she stirs
>You can feel her hooves making their way down your belly...
 
 
">Jean, I know that we just met only a week ago, but this has been the happiest time in my life. It just feels good, you know?"
"Yeah, I understand. It's been the best few days of my life too"
>"Is.....is this ok with you Jean? Am I moving too fast?"
>Hell no woman
"Of course not. You're the sweetest mare I've ever met, my body and soul are yours. Do with them what you please."
>And with that, her hooves and drawn to your member, and begin stroking
 
 
>You groan as she begins to stroke Biggs Jr.
>Her soft hooves feel like nothing you've ever felt before, working with quick, precise movements.
>"Just relax Jean, I'll take care of everything"
>YES MA'AM
>Soon, you member begins to unsheathe and enlarge, her hooves still massaging every inch of it
>This is becoming too much to handle, you strain to fight off the inevitable.
>Suddenly she stops
>"Well, well. What do we have here?"
>You can feel her head moving lower. Soon, her moist, warm breath can be felt on your tip
>You begin to sit up to shift a little
>"Hehe, oh Jean, just lay back and enjoy the ride. Trust me”
>That's all you heard before a wet lick started moving up your shaft
>God freaking damn, this mare is too good at this
>She licks your shaft up and down, leaving no area untouched, giggling every so often when you shudder with pleasure
>Pretty soon, you can feel her maw begin to take in your head
>Swirling her tongue around and around, she can feel that you're closer than ever, and shifts into overdrive
>Her tongue licks the pre cum off your tip, finely massages your head, and flicks around in all the right ways
>It's too much man
>You begin to groan again, slightly bucking your hips
"P-pinky I....I ahhhhh!"
>You blow your load all over her face and chest, coating her in a white batter
>You lay there, paralyzed with pleasure, as Pinky licks up what she can
>Eventually, she shifts back into your arms and embraces you once more.
>You give her a kiss on the head as she drifts off, exhausted from her orgasmic work
>Soon, you're just left there, mare in hoof, her quiet breaths signaling that she finally dozed off after muttering "I love you" so many times
>Engaging your disguise now that she's asleep, you decide that you can keep it up all night, as this is the highest love level that you've ever had.
>Soon, your eyes become heavy, and you drift off, with your mate firmly in your embrace