My Little Pony: My Little Pony The Martian

AMICITAS Mission Three – Mission Day 54

ARES 3 solar day 57

"Ding Ting, what are you doing... don't move, this won't work... don't... stop, stop, stop... oh my god, flying fire!!!"

Spitfire sighed. She was about to put on her space suit, but she still had to put on her helmet. She was preparing to hike with Berry to start working in the geode. Since the rover won't be usable for a while, the ponies now have to get used to walking - the distance is not far, and a walk takes about less than an hour one way; and because of the advantage of Mars' weak gravity, The trip took only fifteen minutes to get there. However, considering that their time was very tight, the last thing she wanted to see happen was for a certain changeling to start causing trouble again, wasting the time they were supposed to use to check the soil condition, and at the same time, also giving money to those who hoped to sprout soon. Valuable time for crops to be irrigated.

"Feihuo, come here quickly! Dragonfly ate something!"

In recent days, without the help of starlight translation magic, the ponies have made great progress in understanding the alien biped's abilities by relying on Mark's daily language lessons. She was sure that she heard what he just said correctly. After all, for a changeling, eating dangerous items is commonplace. If something is extremely annoying, it's best to have a changeling do it.

"Mark, what's wrong?" she asked in English, walking to the workbench where Mark was gluing large pieces of canvas to make rover saddlebags.

"How can you make Dragonfly vomit?" Mark made a gesture to convey the meaning of vomiting.

"Dragon flies don't vomit." Spitfire controlled his tone, trying to make Mark understand that he was asking about something that didn't exist.

"Just tell me what you know." Dragonfly muttered in pony language, "I will throw up if I eat too much pony food. But no matter what, he is overreacting now."

"What did you eat?" Spitfire also asked in pony language.

"I tasted a little of his glue just now." Tingting said, "It's just a small ball. It's okay. Don't worry, it will get better soon."

"What?!" Spitfire immediately ran towards the box containing the Amicitas onboard library, "What are you thinking in your head? That thing may be poisonous!"

"But no." Dragonfly obviously didn't care. "I just want to know if I can make more of that kind of glue. I don't think it will work. The stuff doesn't taste familiar at all. It's similar to the ones we use for changelings. The glues are all different.”

"Open your mouth." Spitfire completely ignored the "Are you serious" expression on the changeling's face and directly opened her mouth with his hoof. "Say 'ah'!" But she soon discovered that even with enough lighting, her sight was still blocked by her own hooves, and she could not see Dragonfly's throat.

Dragonfly carefully took the pegasus' hooves off her front teeth and said, "Spike, I'm serious, listen to me. I'm not stupid, and I'm not a stupid pony. I can poison changelings. There are not many things, and most of them are related to magic. And we don’t have any magic here. Mark’s glue is just some carbon compounds with extremely complex ingredients and disgusting taste, which can produce extremely strong stickiness when mixed together. Maybe It can really kill a pony, but only because it blocks your mouth or throat forever. That's not a problem for me."

"I can see it," Feihuo said.

"Okay, now go tell Mark that I'm fine, okay?" Tingting asked, "I understand that your job is difficult, but you don't need to worry about me for the time being."

Spitfire crossed Dragonfly's back again, fiddled with the changeling's wings, and said, "These holes are still too big. You should have recovered faster."

"Before the space project started, I encountered countless situations that were worse than this." Tingting retorted, "But if you always care about me as much as you do now, then I will soon have no holes in my body!" "

Spitfire was so annoyed that he rubbed his temples helplessly with one hoof. This is not the job I want, she thought. I wouldn't choose to do this every day. I was supposed to be in charge of managing Equestria's top flying team and training the next generation of Sky Guards for Celestia. I'm a flyer, not a doctor! She hesitated for a moment and said, "Mark?"

"How's it going, Spitfire?"

"Ding Ting is not hurt. That idiot can't be sick."

"What you said is very unpleasant." Dragonfly complained in pony language.

"Dingting, don't do that again," Mark said. "You're scaring me to death... I mean, you just made me feel scared. Very scared."

"I won't do it again." Dragonfly replied, "I just need to know something."

Mark's eyebrows almost rose to his hairline, but in the end the alien didn't ask anything. He just said, "You go with Berry and the others today" and went back to continue his work.

"Did you hear that," Spitfire said, "You have to go to the fields with us to do farm work today."

Ding Ting just shrugged and said, "It's good for me to take a walk once in a while."

Feihuo suppressed the words he was about to blurt out. Ever since she'd been stranded on the unfortunate planet, she'd begun to understand why Cocoon was so grumpy most of the time. Imagine dealing with thousands of these dragonflies every day...

Since Berry has endured these changelings for four years, she's a natural as a Wonderbolt. Or maybe we can get Twilight Sparkle to turn her into an alicorn. Can it be done? After all, it doesn’t have much impact…

Feihuo's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Mark: "Oh, by the way, Feihuo, let me ask a question: What do dragonflies eat?"

Spitfire caught a glimpse of the changeling and suddenly froze. She gloated and thought, It's up to you what to do now.

But here comes the problem. Spitfire's poor English skills weren't enough for her to explain that the changelings' food came from their emotions. She had only one idea for this. She concentrated in her mind on the silly things that Dragonfly did every day, the harmless antics, the often useful information, and the sheer fearlessness of her flight (if Spitfire hadn't noticed it) If the spirit comes from pure stupidity, maybe you will admire Tingting)...

...After that, with all the positive emotions in her heart towards this colleague and Liaoju, Spitfire leaned forward, hugged the changeling tightly, and said to Mark over her shoulder, "Just eat the dragonfly." this."

When Spitfire let go of her hooves and looked at Mark, she didn't know how to describe the expression on his face at this moment. But what is certain is that Mark’s expression is definitely not one of belief or understanding.

"Forget it," he said, "I'll ask Starlight another time." He obviously didn't seem to have the energy to communicate with the pony anymore, so he began to focus on the work of dealing with the canvas.

Tingting took a long breath and said, "He doesn't believe what you say."

"I'll tell him when I learn more words," Spitfire replied.

The ears of the changeling in front of him drooped, and he begged in a low voice, "No, I need his love too. You know, if you eat...the victim...without their knowledge, the love you can absorb will be More."

Feihuo narrowed his eyes and asked, "The love you get is not enough, is it?"

Dragonfly shrugged. “Everyone’s food is rationed,” she said. “How can I be an exception?”

There were several voices fighting in Feihuo's mind at this moment. One of them shouted: "This is just a cover-up. She just wants to deceive your sympathy. Never believe in changelings!" Another voice retorted: "The love we give her is not enough! She wants to I'm starving!" Then a third voice chimed in: "What's wrong with us ponies, that we can't even provide enough love for a friend?"

"I...I have to think about it again," she finally said.

"Please, don't tell the others." Dragonfly murmured, "Your sympathy is edible, but once self-blame is mixed in, it's all inedible. If you tell the other horses, they will be too. This feeling.”

"You changeling, you know that I can't keep any secrets." Spitfire murmured in reply to her, without much enthusiasm in his words.

"Please?" Tingting asked, "Also, can you and Xingguang relax a little? You two quarrel every day..."

"Hurry up and put on your space suit." Spitfire shouted even louder. "Seal the compost bin for me too. You have to carry it all the way to the cave for me today."

The changeling trotted over to the storage area where the suits were kept. Spitfire just watched her go away... and then noticed that Starlight Glimmer, who was sitting on a stool at the other end of the living area and operating one of Mark's backup computers, was also staring at the changeling.

Pegasus's eyes met those of the unicorn. After they stared at each other for some time, Starlight returned her attention to the computer screen.

Spitfire thought, yes, maybe I'll take it easy. Within three days. Starlight's corners are not as sensitive to touch as before, but it won't go amiss to rest for a while.

Then we agreed, within three days.