Ready or not, here I come, she thought and marched to the door, all concern for stealth now evaporated. Either they’d let her join in the fun or she’d tell about them to Sergeant Nox. The dice rolling through the air, Moonbounce yanked open the storage door.
“Good morning, friends,” she started. “Off to a busy day, aren’t weeeeee… e?”
Her voice trailed off at the sight before her. Inside the storage room there were indeed two ponies having sex; a stallion pounding a mare against a stack of sacks. By the looks of his breastplate he was a guard, while the mare’s apron hinted at an occupation in cleaning. It was just as Moonbounce had imagined it, and yet completely, horribly different.
The first thing was the stud. Instead of the muscled, healthy creature of her fantasy, Moonbounce faced a skinny, scrawny nag. Through the pale grey fur, his ribs were showing. Yet he didn’t seem that old. The general appearance was as if life itself had been sucked from him like juice from an orange, and what was left behind was but a mere dried-up husk.
The second thing Moonbounce noticed explained the first one, in a flash that left a red-hot thought blazing in her mind: a changeling. The mare’s eyes, which had nailed on Moonbounce the moment she had entered, flashed green, and her innocent features warped into a feral snarl. With one swift motion she straightened herself, shoving the almost mummified stallion on the ground where he stayed like a drained fruit. Another snarl and she lunged towards Moonbounce, who had half a moment time to react.
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