The young changeling sprinted through the winding streets of the village, her hooves pounding against the ground with a sense of urgent purpose.
The young changeling's body shimmered and blurred, her insectoid features melting away as she took on a more equine form. New features overtook old ones, and a flowing mane replaced her chitinous carapace. The transformation was complete, leaving a pony-like creature in the changeling's place.
With her new vocal cords, the changeling muttered under her breath, "Hang tight, Shroom. I'm coming."
As she neared the edge of the forest, the pony-changeling hybrid froze, her eyes widening in horror at the sight before her. There, amidst the shadowy trees, her friend Shroom was enveloped in a tangle of slimy, black tentacles. The foul appendages had Shroom's mouth covered, rendering them immobile and trapped.
"SHROOM!" the changeling-pony cried out, her voice laced with anguish.
Her horn began to glow with a brilliant magical energy, the light casting an ethereal glow over the forest scene. The searing flash intensified, illuminating the slimy black tentacles as they constricted around Shroom's struggling form.
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*~Somethings wrong in ponytown~*
FantasyFor as long as anypony can remember, an ancient magical artifact, never before seen by pony eye has been the cornerstone that upholds the delicate balance of power in the land of Equestria. But that sacred balance has always hung by a tenuous thread...
