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BadGrammarFag - Oreo the changeling chapter1

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    Author: BadGrammarFag
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    Pastebin URL: iA6fbJ4n.html
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    Date: JAN 24TH, 2016
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  7. 7.
    >Day you forgot about the pegasi rain schedule.
  8. 8.
    >And not for the first time, you damn, forgetful faggot.
  9. 9.
    >You're Anon, the only human in this land of colorful autism, called Equestria.
  10. 10.
    >You're currently sitting in the small cottage, located on the outskirts of Ponyville.
  11. 11.
    >Slowly sipping your morning coffee, you're watching raindrops falling down outside.
  12. 12.
    "Fuck you rain."
  13. 13.
    >Yeah, you are a little grumpy.
  14. 14.
    >This weather ruined your plans for the morning.
  15. 15.
    >With nothing to do during this downpour, your mind started to wander.
  16. 16.
    >Why do you live so far away from the town center and so close to the dreaded Everfree Forest?
  17. 17.
    >After all it was dangerous and shit.
  18. 18.
    >Well, it was beneficial for both, you and Princess sunbutt, or what's her name.
  19. 19.
    >Your part of the deal was quite obvious.
  20. 20.
    >Being so close to this dreaded forest, you can easily obtain some meat by hunting and fishing inside of it.
  21. 21.
    >More over, you aren't constantly pestered by those colorful marshmallows, who call themselves ponies.
  22. 22.
    >Couple of work hours a day with them and their shenanigans, was more than enough.
  23. 23.
    >Even a seasoned 4chan veteran like you, wants some normalcy in his life from time to time.
  24. 24.
    >Like for example, to rest from weirdness of this one unicorn mare.
  25. 25.
    >Bitch be crazy about yo hands!
  26. 26.
    >She even asked if she can experiment with them in your free time!
  27. 27.
    >You immediately thought she'll ask you to fist her, or worse.
  28. 28.
    >You firmly said "No" to her.
  29. 29.
    >Well, maybe it sounded more like "Fuck off!", but you're getting off track here.
  30. 30.
    >You were about to remind yourself, why you living here was beneficial for princess Sunbutt-hurt.
  31. 31.
    >For starters, she wanted you as far away from her subjects, as it was "politely" possible.
  32. 32.
    >Of course, without banishing your sorry ass out of her kingdom.
  33. 33.
    >Can't blame her there, thou.
  34. 34.
    >when you showed up in here for the first time, you practically "assassinated" her white royal booty.
  35. 35.
    >The last thing you remember from your old world, was you driving home in your trusty piece-of-crap-on-wheels, old car.
  36. 36.
    >In a hurry.
  37. 37.
    >At night.
  38. 38.
    >In the winter, on a slippery, frozen road.
  39. 39.
    >Long story short, totally unexpectedly you found yourself driving quickly at a fuckhuge tree on the roadside, with no means to stop the car.
  40. 40.
    >Then, there was this blindingly bright light and the feeling of falling from up high.
  41. 41.
    >Before you could even utter a scream of surprise, you hit sometning soft and your right thigh exploded with a tremendous amounts of pain.
  42. 42.
    >As it lately turned out, you fell straight on the Princess Sunbutt's head.
  43. 43.
    >She was sitting on her throne, minding her own royal business and you just showed up and impaled your right leg on her pointy horn.
  44. 44.
    "Lel, so rude."
  45. 45.
    >Now you can laugh as much as you want, but then and there, you were a little too distracted to find it funny.
  46. 46.
    >Lying on the floor and holding your bleeding leg, you were screaming like a little bitch.
  47. 47.
    >"Luckily" one of Sunbutt's personal guards fed you with an armored hoof sandwich.
  48. 48.
    >That trick managed to switch off your lights, so to speak.
  49. 49.
    >Because of your leg injury, you spend almost entire month on their hospital ward.
  50. 50.
    >At first they thought you were some crazy assassin, who failed in his mission of bringing down their princess.
  51. 51.
    >Celestia (yeah you actually know her name) wasn't sure of it, though.
  52. 52.
    >She and her sister had more than enough time to interrogate you.
  53. 53.
    >Finally, you were declared not dangerous enough for a one-way trip to the moon.
  54. 54.
    >Well, not until your leg healed up to the point, where pone doctors could safely use their magic to speed up the healing process.
  55. 55.
    >Which didn't worked.
  56. 56.
    >Like, at all.
  57. 57.
    >Surprise_madafaka.avi
  58. 58.
    >It turned out that as a being from a non-magical world, your body was completely immune to any and all kinds of magic.
  59. 59.
    "Man, fuck that special snowflake shit."
  60. 60.
    >Yeah, just like the Princesses, you were not happy about that turn of events.
  61. 61.
    >All the good kinds of magic, mostly healing magic, which could be used on you, were forever out of your reach.
  62. 62.
    >On the other hand, if some magic user wanted to hurt you, he could easily use the most basic of spells to do this.
  63. 63.
    >For example, by using simple levitation spell.
  64. 64.
    >Throwing a rock in your head etc.
  65. 65.
    >However, Celestia was somehow concerned about this whole magic immunity business.
  66. 66.
    >She could do nothing about it though.
  67. 67.
    >She promised, to give you your chance at living in her peaceful kingdom, fair and square.
  68. 68.
    >Having no other options, she send you here.
  69. 69.
    >To this stinking shack, near the spooky forest.
  70. 70.
    >Additionally, you were under the supervision of the local Princess Grape Intelligence Spergle and her friends.
  71. 71.
    >Luckily for you, they weren't a pain in the ass and even helped you to settle in.
  72. 72.
    >More or less you befriended them all.
  73. 73.
    >You looked at the forest nearby.
  74. 74.
    >At the moment you wanted to go there and get some firewood.
  75. 75.
    >Though, because of the rain, you simply couldn't.
  76. 76.
    "Fuck you weather pones"
  77. 77.
    >Yep, you've got no one to blame but yourself, for not checking the weather schedule for this week.
  78. 78.
    >Though, it didn't stop you from looking for someone to share your guilt with.
  79. 79.
    >You looked at your good, old axe, which was leaning against the wall.
  80. 80.
    "This sucks major balls. For how long they intend to keep this rain going, I need to-"
  81. 81.
    >Oh, look its over!
  82. 82.
    "What the-"
  83. 83.
    >It's_Magic_I_Don't_Need_To_Explain_Shit.gif
  84. 84.
    "...oh, right."
  85. 85.
    >You looked through the window.
  86. 86.
    >There was bright sun, bird noises and shit outside.
  87. 87.
    "Woohoo!"
  88. 88.
    >Giving your best Homer Simpson impression, you quickly finished your coffee and grabbed your trusty axe.
  89. 89.
    >Before you have the chance to do anything else, you heard someone knocking on your front door.
  90. 90.
    >You quickly opened the door, to see who it is.
  91. 91.
    >Standing on the wet grass in full armour and wearing saddlebags, a royal guard unicorn looked at you.
  92. 92.
    >"Good morning, Sir. Can I take a minute of your time?"
  93. 93.
    >Resting the axe on your shoulder, you nodded.
  94. 94.
    "Sure, trees can wait."
  95. 95.
    >Reaching for his saddle bags, he pulled out something that looked like a flyer of some sort.
  96. 96.
    >He handed, erm.. hoofed it to you.
  97. 97.
    >"Sir, did you recently saw any of the creatures depicted here?"
  98. 98.
    >Intrigued, you looked at the sheet of paper in your hand.
  99. 99.
    >There were four types of changelings shown there.
  100. 100.
    >A nymph, a drone/warrior, an under-queen, and of course the big, bad queen herself.
  101. 101.
    >From the smallest, to the largest.
  102. 102.
    >Thanks to Twiggles teaching you about this world, you knew some basic things about changelings.
  103. 103.
    >Also, you were aware about their turbulent history with the pony kind.
  104. 104.
    >However, you never saw any of those bugpones IRL.
  105. 105.
    "Nah, I didn't see any of them around."
  106. 106.
    >The guard quickly searched your features for any signs of lying.
  107. 107.
    >"Good to hear that, Sir. Recently their, let's call it "activity" in the area has increased."
  108. 108.
    >You shrugged your shoulders.
  109. 109.
    "Sorry, can't help you, bro. Even living here, near this spooky forest, I never had the "pleasure" of meeting any of them changelings."
  110. 110.
    >"Believe me, Sir you wouldn't like that to happen. They can be very dangerous."
  111. 111.
    >You slowly patted your axe.
  112. 112.
    "I can take care of myslef just fine."
  113. 113.
    >Armored stallion allowed himself a little chuckle at your display of badassery.
  114. 114.
    >"I can see that. Before I leave, I need to perform a magic scan on anypony that lives here, just to be sure, Sir."
  115. 115.
    >A little perplexed, you scratched your head.
  116. 116.
    "I live alone and about that scan... well... you'll see for yourself."
  117. 117.
    >He squinted his eyes, but didn't said anything and casted his spell on you.
  118. 118.
    >Almost immediately his eyes grew wide.
  119. 119.
    >"That's... impossible! You have no magical presence! It's almost as if you don't belong in this world!"
  120. 120.
    >Holy fucking shit, it's a bingo!
  121. 121.
    "Heh, yeah that's all me. Anonymous, totally not magical man, from totally not magical world. If you want to know more, ask Princess Spergle. I don't feel like talking about myself today. I'm in a bit of a hurry, if you catch my drift."
  122. 122.
    >The white stallion quickly composed himself.
  123. 123.
    >"Yes, of course, Sir. Keep the flyer and remember to report about any changeling presence in the area. Thank you for your time."
  124. 124.
    >Later that day, you found yourself deep inside the Everfree Forest.
  125. 125.
    >Whistling some catchy tune, you were chopping some old tree branches.
  126. 126.
    >They were wet, but you didn't care.
  127. 127.
    >You could store it at the back of your small cottage and wai-
  128. 128.
    >"Aaaaarrghh!"
  129. 129.
    >A loud scream interrupted your work.
  130. 130.
    "What the fu-"
  131. 131.
    >"Aaaaarrghh!"
  132. 132.
    >One more!
  133. 133.
    >It sounded... feminine.
  134. 134.
    >Also, its source was behind the bushes, not so far away from you.
  135. 135.
    >Not thinking much, you started to run in the direction of those.
  136. 136.
    >Maybe some mare was attacked by a Manticore and it was trying to eat her?
  137. 137.
    >You'll probably end up as its second course, but fuck that noise!
  138. 138.
    >You couldn't live with yourself, if you knew you could save someone and didn't do shit.
  139. 139.
    >Suicidal white knight intensifies.
  140. 140.
    >You quickly stepped into the bushes, trying to see what's behind them.
  141. 141.
    >What you saw was no Manticore and no marshmallow pony.
  142. 142.
    >No, it was a more... bizarre sight.
  143. 143.
    >Three living, breathing, freaking changelings!
  144. 144.
    >Judging by the size and remembering what you saw on that flyer, you recognized two drones and one under-queen.
  145. 145.
    >The largest bug horse from this strange group, was lying on the forest floor.
  146. 146.
    >She looked like shit.
  147. 147.
    >Almoust as if she just lost a fight with a speeding train.
  148. 148.
    >The under-queen was bleeding badly from the many wounds in her shattered carapace.
  149. 149.
    >Her blood was practically painting the ground green.
  150. 150.
    >Surrounded by her almost white mane, her jagged horn was broken in half.
  151. 151.
    >Protruding from the white part of the carapace on her back, her insect-like wings looked pretty worse for wear.
  152. 152.
    >She was breathing heavily and her yellow eyes, with slitted pupils, were half-lidded.
  153. 153.
    >All in all, she looked like if she was dying.
  154. 154.
    >One of the two blue eyed drones came closer to her.
  155. 155.
    >You noticed that the carapace on his back was also blue, only darker.
  156. 156.
    >Using his hoof, he pressed the head of the battered under-queen to the ground.
  157. 157.
    >Then, he turned to the other drone.
  158. 158.
    >You heard him "talking" in clicks and taps.
  159. 159.
    >Naturally, you didn't understand shit.
  160. 160.
    >Though, it must have been something important, because the other started nodding his head vigorously.
  161. 161.
    >When he finally stopped, you saw a bright green glow building at the end of his pointy horn.
  162. 162.
    >Seeing this, the under-queen began trembling on the forest floor.
  163. 163.
    >Using her own hoof, she was trying to remove the one that was pressed to her head.
  164. 164.
    >With no success.
  165. 165.
    >She was too weak to even move it a little.
  166. 166.
    >Then, you saw the look in her eyes.
  167. 167.
    >It was fear mixed with desperation.
  168. 168.
    >She was fighting for her life and from the look of things, she was losing!
  169. 169.
    >Those two wasn't her friends, or subjects trying to help her.
  170. 170.
    >They were going to off her!
  171. 171.
    >You squeezed the handle of your axe tighter.
  172. 172.
    >There will be no executions on your fucking white knight watch!
  173. 173.
    >You stepped out from the bushes and started yelling at the one, who was probably building up a death magic bolt.
  174. 174.
    "Hey, you little turd! Leave her the fuck alone! I'm going to-"
  175. 175.
    >You didn't get to finish that sentence.
  176. 176.
    >Fucking dick waffle turned his head in your direction and released his deadly spell at you.
  177. 177.
    >A bright, green flash blinded everyone for a couple of seconds.
  178. 178.
    >If you weren't completely immune to magic, the caster would probably saw a steaming pile of meat, right where you were standing a moment ago.
  179. 179.
    >Unfortunately for him, you were.
  180. 180.
    >Instead of your remains, he saw a blunt end of your axe approaching his bug snout with an incredible speed.
  181. 181.
    >In a rain of teeth, blood and saliva you knocked him high in the air.
  182. 182.
    >That's a fucking home run if you ever saw one!
  183. 183.
    >The other changeling didn't wait for his friend to fall down, before he jumped at you.
  184. 184.
    >You managed to doge his attack in the last moment.
  185. 185.
    >His sharp teeth brushed your skin, drawing blood from your shoulder.
  186. 186.
    "Augh, that fucking hurt, you little shit!"
  187. 187.
    >He wasn't distracted by your insult and leaped at you again.
  188. 188.
    >This time his teeth clenched on the wooden handle of your axe, you were holding in front of you.
  189. 189.
    >Right in the middle of it.
  190. 190.
    >His insect wings started buzzing loudly.
  191. 191.
    >Still clinging to your weapon, he was trying to wrench it out from your hands.
  192. 192.
    >Without it, you were toast.
  193. 193.
    >Luckily for you, you were probably three times heavier than him.
  194. 194.
    >Using that to your advantage you jarked hard and rammed the back of his head into a tree.
  195. 195.
    >Unconscious, he fall on the ground like a sack of potatoes.
  196. 196.
    >The fight was over.
  197. 197.
    >Breathing heavily, you approached the lying form of the beaten under-queen.
  198. 198.
    >Her eyes were closed.
  199. 199.
    >She was looking even worse than before.
  200. 200.
    >Her breath was shallow and uneven.
  201. 201.
    >Dropping your axe on the ground, you crouched down.
  202. 202.
    >You started shaking her withers with your hand.
  203. 203.
    "Hey, hey! Don't fall asleep now! If you do, you'll probably die!"
  204. 204.
    >Yeah, you got some 'very basic' medical knowledge from all those medical documents, you watched back on earth.
  205. 205.
    >Her eyes half open and she made some kind of weak humming buzz.
  206. 206.
    "Erm, sorry I can't understand you. Though, it's good to see, you're not going into shock... yet."
  207. 207.
    >Damn it, you don't have much time!
  208. 208.
    >If you don't do something, she'll bleed here to death.
  209. 209.
    >You don't really know if you want to, but you'll probably need to take her to your cottage.
  210. 210.
    >You will be able to hel-
  211. 211.
    "GRRRROOOOOO!"
  212. 212.
    >Howlie fucken shit!
  213. 213.
    >You know the animal that can growl like that!
  214. 214.
    >It's a real fucking Manticore and pissed one at that!
  215. 215.
    >You're probably at its turf, or something and its coming here to beat the stuffing out of you all.
  216. 216.
    >As quickly and delicately as you could, you grabbed the under-queen in your arms and started running.
  217. 217.
    >Fuck your axe, you'll get a new one!
  218. 218.
    >Fuck those drone guys, they were trying to kill you and now they will turn into a Manticore shit for that!
  219. 219.
    >Aaand there goes your white knight status.
  220. 220.
    >Fok it, your shoulder stings.
  221. 221.
    >Running through the forest, you take a quick look at what's in your arms.
  222. 222.
    >White maned bug horse has her eyes closed again and her bug body was getting more and more limp.
  223. 223.
    >Not good.
  224. 224.
    >Not good, at all!
  225. 225.
    >Still holding her tightly, you shake her with all your might.
  226. 226.
    "Oi, missy! Stay here with me!"
  227. 227.
    >You felt her moving a little and her eyes barely opened.
  228. 228.
    >This time she doesn't made any insect-like noises.
  229. 229.
    >She was probably too stupefied from losing all that blood right on your shirt and pants.
  230. 230.
    >It was warm and sticky and you didn't like it.
  231. 231.
    >Also, you began to feel a little weak.
  232. 232.
    >She wasn't exactly light.
  233. 233.
    >If she was standing stright, she would be as high as Sunbutt's niece - Condense, or something.
  234. 234.
    >Fortunately, you were working at the Ponyville Day Spa as a masseur.
  235. 235.
    >Kneading horse muscles let you develop some nice upper body strength.
  236. 236.
    >Shame it wasn't the same for your legs.
  237. 237.
    >You started to feel some serious burning pain it those fucking meat sticks of yours.
  238. 238.
    >Clenching your teeth, you slow down only a little.
  239. 239.
    "*Huf*Huf* I swear *Huf* if you fucking die now *Huf* I will piss on *Huf* your grave.*Huf*"
  240. 240.
    >Nah, you wouldn't.
  241. 241.
    >You've said that just to get some reaction from her, to see if she's still conscious.
  242. 242.
    >She didn't move her head at all, but you heard a soft shrill noise coming out of her.
  243. 243.
    >A real chatterbox that one, eh?
  244. 244.
    >Btw, how did those two fuckers managed to beat her like that?!
  245. 245.
    >In the flyer they wrote that under-queens were a lot more powerful than even the best of warriors.
  246. 246.
    >Only fully developed queen was stronger than them.
  247. 247.
    >Maybe she was injured before they attacked her?
  248. 248.
    >Maybe...
  249. 249.
    >Finally, you reached the edge of the forest!
  250. 250.
    "*Huf* Oh, thank God!*Huf*"
  251. 251.
    >You really hoped you could help her with what you have in your small abode.
  252. 252.
    >There wasn't much there.
  253. 253.
    >Mostly things that you had left from that time, when you had still problems with your 'horn pierced' leg.
  254. 254.
    >Some good painkillers, drugs that help you sleep, bandages, band-aids etc.
  255. 255.
    >Shit like that.
  256. 256.
    >Luckily, you didn't shut the door to your cottage after you left this morning.
  257. 257.
    >You kicked the door open and unceremoniously walked inside.
  258. 258.
    >You quickly headed for the kitchen.
  259. 259.
    >Carefully, you laid your delicate cargo on the kitchen table.
  260. 260.
    >She was still semi-conscious, her eyes half-open, looking at you with absent gaze.
  261. 261.
    >At the moment there was probably more of her blood on you, than was inside of her.
  262. 262.
    "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
  263. 263.
    >Loudly chanting your sacred mantra, you collected everything, which could prove useful.
  264. 264.
    >You took a towel and put it into a bowl filled with your strongest booze.
  265. 265.
    "Listen, I need to clean your wounds and do everything in my power to somehow close them. I won't lie, it will hurt like motherfucker."
  266. 266.
    >Great work there m80, you really know how to calm your patient!
  267. 267.
    "Alright, let's get started!"
  268. 268.
    >Slowly and with utmost care, you have begun to clean and disinfect her wounds.
  269. 269.
    >When you saw some chipped parts of her chitin 'skin' inside, you used tweezers to get those out.
  270. 270.
    >The under-queen was shrieking some fierce for someone, who was practically half-dead.
  271. 271.
    >She was getting especially louder, when you were working on the bigger wounds.
  272. 272.
    >You were silently thankful that your cottage was so far away from town.
  273. 273.
    >If not for that fact, you'd surely have to deal with the equivalent of pony inquisition by now.
  274. 274.
    >Because of her hard carapace, there was no way to stitch her wounds the 'traditional way'.
  275. 275.
    >Instead of needle and thread, you used stapler, you sterilized in booze before doing anything.
  276. 276.
    >It hurt as fuck, but was doing its job.
  277. 277.
    >She was losing less and less blood.
  278. 278.
    >That didn't stop the pain, though.
  279. 279.
    >The whole table started to wobble from her jerking around.
  280. 280.
    "I'm sorry I can't give you any painkillers right now! Those would probably put you to sleep and we don't want that! I must stop the bleeding first!"
  281. 281.
    >Or, you thought you shouldn't give her anything at that stage.
  282. 282.
    >Like you said, your medical knowledge was almost non-existent.
  283. 283.
    >Though, you just couldn't take her to the pony hospital.
  284. 284.
    >Firstly, it was to far away.
  285. 285.
    >She would be dead before you got there.
  286. 286.
    >Secondly, pones thought of them as monsters and would probably harm her more than help her.
  287. 287.
    >... probably.
  288. 288.
    >To be truthful, you had little time to think about such things.
  289. 289.
    >When you were closing her last wound, you noticed she became suspiciously calm and quiet.
  290. 290.
    >You nervously looked away from what you were doing.
  291. 291.
    >At the moment, she was only trembling a little and her eyes began to roll upwards into her head.
  292. 292.
    "Holy crap she's going into shock from all this fucking pain!"
  293. 293.
    >Yep, shouting didn't help, but at least it kept you sane.
  294. 294.
    >Grabbing your bag with various drugs, you quickly looked for the strongest painkillers.
  295. 295.
    >Pouring a handful of pills onto your palm, you turned to her.
  296. 296.
    "Listen, I don't know if those can help you, but you got nothing to lose! Eat those, please!"
  297. 297.
    >She didn't do shit.
  298. 298.
    >oh right, she was too focused on dying, than listening to your requests.
  299. 299.
    >You looked at her opened bug horse maw.
  300. 300.
    >Man, those chompers looked sharp enough to bite through steel.
  301. 301.
    >Decisions, decisions.
  302. 302.
    "Ah fuck it! I never liked my fingers anyway!"
  303. 303.
    >Fucking liar.
  304. 304.
    >While holding her lower jaw with one hand, you shoved the other one, down her throat.
  305. 305.
    >Her eyes opened widely.
  306. 306.
    "Believe me, this is for your own good! You must eat those!"
  307. 307.
    >You bet that being forcefully fed drugs, wasn't high on her 'to-do-before-dying list'.
  308. 308.
    >She quickly proved you right, by choking loudly, almost biting off your hand in the process.
  309. 309.
    >Luckily, you were fast enough to remove it from inside her snout, before you lose your grip on her lower jaw.
  310. 310.
    >Looking at your saliva-coated hand, you hoped that those pills won't hurt her even more.
  311. 311.
    >After all, you didn't know anything about changelings biology and whatnot.
  312. 312.
    >You heard a soft buzzing noise coming out of your 'patient'.
  313. 313.
    >You saw that her now half-opened, watery eye was focused on you.
  314. 314.
    >She was looking as if she was waiting for you to answer her 'statement'.
  315. 315.
    "Erm... you're welcome... I guess?"
  316. 316.
    >Hopefully it was a 'thank you' not a 'I'm going to kill you for this' kind of buzzing.
  317. 317.
    >She didn't 'said' nothing, but was still trembling on your squeaking kitchen table.
  318. 318.
    >In spite of yourself, you began to pet her carefully.
  319. 319.
    "Listen, we got the worst part behind us. The drugs will start working in a moment and you'll feel better. Maybe I even let you sleep."
  320. 320.
    >Running your fingers through her hole riddled mane, you noticed it was pleasant to the touch.
  321. 321.
    >It felt like if it was made from the most expensive silk, you ever lied your hand on.
  322. 322.
    >After about five minutes of your warily ministrations, you saw she began to close her eyes peacefully.
  323. 323.
    >Also, she wasn't shaking anymore and looked pretty calm.
  324. 324.
    >Fortunately, she was still breathing.
  325. 325.
    >You took your hand away from her.
  326. 326.
    "Alright, I'll let you sleep now. Meanwhile, I'll bandage your wounds and maybe clean this dried blood from you."
  327. 327.
    >You smiled a little.
  328. 328.
    "Have a pleasant dreams."
  329. 329.
    >As if on cue she shut her eyes and her whole body went limp.
  330. 330.
    >You grabbed a bandage roll from your bag and began your work.
  331. 331.
    >When you finished, she looked more like a mummy pone, than a bug pone.
  332. 332.
    >Especially with her white mane and white parts of her carapace.
  333. 333.
    "Foken black&white changeling, who would have thought, eh? Maybe I should call you Oreo, or something."
  334. 334.
    >Yeah, that would be a pretty good name for her.
  335. 335.
    >Oreo.
  336. 336.
    >Chuckling quietly, you delicately lifted her from the bloodied kitchen table.
  337. 337.
    >It was more green now, than light brown.
  338. 338.
    "Damn, I need to get myself a new kitchen table and burn this one."
  339. 339.
    >Then, you headed to your small and only bedroom.
  340. 340.
    >You gently placed her sleeping form on your bed and covered her with a blanket.
  341. 341.
    >Living the door to your bedroom opened, you returned to cleaning your kitchen.
  342. 342.
    >The blood came off from the floor tiles, but you needed to dismantle the table and add it to your firewood.
  343. 343.
    "Guess, I have to eat in the living room for now."
  344. 344.
    >Speaking about it, you found yourself in it after shower.
  345. 345.
    >Lying on the couch, you thought about what just transpired.
  346. 346.
    >The only good thing was that it all happened in your free from work day.
  347. 347.
    >Though, you'll need to go there tomorrow and leave your 'guest' unattended for a couple of hours.
  348. 348.
    "What's the worst that could happen? She can barely breathe by herself."
  349. 349.
    >You closed your eyes.
  350. 350.
    "All in all, this was one fucking crazy day, eh?"
  351. 351.
    >Of course, no one answered.
  352. 352.
    >You were lonely as fuck, but you liked it that way.
  353. 353.
    >...
  354. 354.
    >Well, sort of.
  355. 355.
    >Not thinking much about it, you've fallen asleep.

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