Foxfire's Tail (extended)

Around fifteen months passed since me and my harem (remember, I got the power here) found our thrones. Dragontongue had...quite the anomaly.

What were minutes of screeching out pained cries turned into hours of cleaning a precious joy.

She laid an egg. A really big egg.

And then it became a clutch.

None of us knew what the babies would look like, but we knew they'd be cute.

Admit it, all babies are cute even if they have hideous deformities.

There were seven eggs to look after, all black-white with splotches of gold and crimson.

"How long does it take for a Changeling to gestate?" I asked.

"Around six months. Dragons take almost three years." Answered Coldwater.

"In eggs for Changelings, or live births?" I asked once more.

"Sometimes eggs, sometimes the other. It depends on the queen, really." Said Whiterock. I nodded with a smile.

"How'd he survive?" Asked Whiterock, who pointed behind me.

I turned around and my jaw dropped. It was the mute-deaf guard. He was waving hi. In his maw he had a scroll.

Coldwater asked him who it was for...in sign language. He responded by pointing at me and then poking my fuzzy carapace with a hoof.

I opened the scroll and read it.

Again, my jaw dropped.

Foxfire,

My death nears me in this hellhole. I was dragged back to the Everfree Forest...and to what you ended up burning down. I had to help repair it, only to get beaten senseless. It has come to my attention that there is a child who not only belongs to you, but looks very much like you when you were a filly.

Also, I have confirmed the unwanted marriage you have been forced into under mind control.

Celestia knows of what he has done, and yet she refuses to do anything.

Find Luna while you sleep, as only she understands what you went through and has any objections about the senselessness her sister has partaken in.

He's already gotten what he could out of me, and after my death he'll go back to hunting for you.

I asked him if he was very much like King Sombra... they're brothers, that much I was told.

If you do become Luna's student somehow, make this hell end. Do whatever you deem is necessary.

Aquafire.

Tears welled in my eyes.

Damn you, Celestia. He's probably controlling your mind too.

"It's...from Aquafire?" Asked Whiterock. I nodded, my magic shaking the scroll.

"He's....he's....." I started, only to collapse into tears. My wings fell limp to the ground. The mute-deaf guard stroked my mane as I sat there crying. Still went to check on the eggs while Whiterock clutched me in his talons. He himself was crying too.

It was bad...for all of us. For the future hive.

Later, I fell asleep. It wasn't a good one by any imagination possible. I was met with...violent images of Aquafire being....

Then darkness.

And then, Luna herself appeared.

I cried as I told her everything about me there was, about what I saw, about...him...what he did..... not one detail was left behind. She held me in her forelegs as I sobbed like I never cried before.

"If Celestia is under mind control, then we have to stop the source." Luna said in a hushed whisper "But, I do not want to shed blood."

"I fear it's needed. It needs to stop one way or another." I sobbed into her chest.

"You're much too correct." Luna agreed.

"We need to build up the hive first. He won't attack unless he knows exactly where I'm at." I heaved.

"Cancel the marriage?" Asked Luna.

"Please do." I answered in more sobs.

I woke up.

"What did Luna suggest?" Asked Whiterock as he was polishing an egg.

"Since he won't be able to find us until the hive is built back to its former glory, we've all the time in the world." I said trying not to watch Coldwater go at it with the mute-deaf guard who we found out was also not sterile. You could say I waited for a turn with him, I just wouldn't admit it then.

"Wait, you're saying he won't look in areas long since forgotten?" Asked Dragontongue, who was so confused I swear she was looking at me cross-eyed.

"Yes, they're not likely to hold anyone or anything of value in his eyes." I answered.

"Is she doing the guard?" Asked Dragontongue.

"What's it take to rebuild this hive?" I retorted, rolling my eyes in pent-up frustrations.

"She's right. Again." Whiterock said.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Coldwater moaned before she passed out on top of the already unconscious guard.

"DAMN!" We all shouted in unison.

"We need a room reserved for that and that only." Dragontongue said.

"Y'think?" I responded.

A few days went by and egg-caretaking and guard-fucking were switched to and fro amongst ourselves. The eggs hatched into Gryphon-dragon-Changeling hybrid...things. They had feathered wings, dragon tails and horns, the rest Changeling. Some were yellow and some were red as far as the carapaces were concerned. Damn, they were adorable. I wondered what my precious little gems would look like given I was so many damn things rolled into one being. Or Coldwater's, for that matter. She was half bat. Did I tell you the guard managed to use his magic to bring my pond and foxholes to the hive effortlessly? I could not thank him enough for cleaning out my pantry, let alone bringing the watering hole too. He also cleaned out the pantry we shared in the Hive of Everfree and brought the food here as well! In short, we had reserves that could last us all for three whole years!

Afterwards, I gave birth... to half-Gryphon-Changeling-were-vampiric-alicorn-things. What's more, I had fifteen right off the bat. Apparently, my reproductive system was messed up to high Cloudsdale and back. They were mostly Changeling, just some had feathered wings, some had paws, talons, what have you. One had a straight horn! And they grew up to adulthood in a matter of hours!

Here, I had my own driving force of the Hive. My fifteen fast-growing-procreating children. If my system was fucked up, then it was more than likely it was passed on to at least four of them. They started procreating with the others...and more kids. Incest at its finest was a thought that kept crossing my mind every time a new hatchling showed up. Whether be it the ways of the Changeling queen or simply my being so many damn things at once, I did not know. Hell, I assumed it was both. How else would hives have many Changelings buzzing about in as little as a few days (so I read on the scriptures in the tombs)?

Soon, from fifteen fucked-up Changelings rose a Hive of well over ten THOUSAND. Since we already had so many descendants, we stopped fucking almost altogether. The mute-deaf guard became a consort of sorts, as I refused to let him take the risk of attacking an intruder. How would he hear possible insults, their footsteps if they made any sound? Considering I had the most power, I simply laid low and waited for a few days. A scout from the hive of Chrysalis showed up and wished to speak with me. So I shrugged, spoke with him with what Chrysalis demanded of my new hive...and told him to tell his Queen I said to take a hike. Why? She wanted my hive to be demolished. And I was told that--by a freak chance of the lucky sevens--that bastard was her own consort.

In short, I went and declared war. With three words. Three words only.

"No. Way. Jose."