Young Love Is The Tastiest

After a few minutes of preparation, Carapace had everything set up how she wanted it to be. A dozen or so large pillows were arranged into almost a nest-like formation in a corner of the room, with a prone pudgy pony splayed out on her back laying in the center of it. It was a surprisingly difficult task, moving Buttercream to the side of the room, Carapace mused, but the end result was that she was exactly where she wanted the little pony to be. Perhaps next time she shouldn't try and strain to fly while trying to keep a hold on something twice her weight.

"Well, that's settled now." she said to no one in particular as she made her was around the room once again, seeing and categorizing what she saw and needed to change. Truth be told, she was thinking about staying here for more than three days. The view was quite lovely, and, if the numbers swirling around in her head were correct, she wouldn't even have to pay any pony to stay around.

But she wasn't about to get overly optimistic. It was Hearts and Hooves Day; love was in the air.

She gave a quick glance to the bedroom door, where a slightly drugged Sterling Sword was snoozing half the day away, and then to the mare propped up on the pillow pile, laying still to the point where the only sign of life she showed was the slow breathing motions she made. Carapace was a little surprised at how she couldn't hear the typical noises of Canterlot, that of the wagons trailing on cobblestone and the sounds of ponies talking and laughing, but she considered that a plus to go along with the view. No ponies to enter her own little five-room domain and none to see her in her natural state.

She sighed happily, making her way over to the dead-to-the-world earth pony slowly, lingering around the windows, taking her time to appreciate the sights. Really, gold and white went well together, but so did black and green.

Laying next to the warm body on the pillows, taking her time to not cut or dig into any of them with her sharp hoof-holes, she pressed that thought farther back into her head. No need to think on such a long term plan when the first step of the first step was barely in motion.

As she slowly turned her head, he frowned when she noticed that Buttercream's face was still one of mild horror. She thought she would have relaxed by now, but no; her eyes were still rolling around in their sockets, locking onto her face every few seconds before trying to look elsewhere.

She sighed, putting her legs under her chest, giving the little mare a unamused look.

"Now, look at me."

Carapace smiled as the mare did as she was told. It wasn't like she had much of a choice, really.

She did frown when she saw the corner of mare's mouth twitch slightly, an irregularity in her otherwise placid expression. A expression of her displeasure at being in this state, Carapace considered.

"I understand if you are confused about what is going on. Please, calm down, and I will tell you."

She looked carefully at the little pony besides her, barely more than a filly. She was still fearful, but now there was now the slightest bit of interest in the mare's eyes.

Good.

"Now, understandably, you are scared and concerned about what is going to happen in a few moments. Blink twice if you think I am going to kill you right here and now."

Her question seemed to have startled the paralyzed mare, as her second blink came only shortly after the first one.

"Well, don't!" the changeling said, laughing lightly, "In fact, it's my greatest concern now for you to be as happy as possible! After all, you are going to be serving as my hives first host mother."

She must had said something wrong, Carapace realized, as the little mare's eyes went wide. She noticed tears starting to form.

That couldn't do at all.

"Do not be upset, Buttercream!" she said, pausing slightly to remember the mare's name. "This is a good thing for the both of us!"

Carapace continued on, even as she unfolded her front legs and started to stand up.

To her delight, there were no tears forming in mare's eyes, only mild confusion.

"Imagine, young one; you are young, yes? How old are you, now? Twenty? Perhaps a little younger?"

The changeling took her time to look over the mare, a small grin growing on her face.

"I enjoy contexts, don't you? I mean of course you do, especially because of your job, I would imagine, but especially now."

The changeling waited a few moments, patiently looking at the pony she was half-leaning over, but after a few moments later, realizing she wasn't going to get a response, rolled her eyes and continued.

Silly of her to think she would talk back.

"Now, I am not one of the changelings who attacked this city little more than a year ago, for your own information. I come from another hive, one more easterly then the one that attacked here."

She smiled slightly at the mare next to her, taking careful note at how her breathing slowed.

" It lies in a rather dark land, and as such it was a small one, but my mother bore more then a few heirs to her throne. It is a pastime of hers to create a few young royal nymphs for her to watch and try to overthrow her, you see. But," she continued wistfully, "I guess you don't really care about that, do you? You just want to know what's going to happen to you for in the next hour or so."

Carapace fluttered her wings once, a nervous gesture. "I was the youngest to hatch, which is a bad thing when one's first molting period might be weeks after one is born. I simply couldn't compete with my sisters, so I stayed away from them as they played. I took to books, you see. 'Bookworm', they called me." she paused, smiling fondly at the small mare, like they were confiding with each other. "The hive was a old and regal one, but ill kept. I would think only my mother and I knew that there was even a library, but she never bothered me of it."

Carapace coughed, and, almost cautiously, placed a free hoof on the smaller mare's right thigh.

"Now, there came a time when my siblings grew strange. The looked at each other differently, like how our mother did; they saw each other as competition. None of them looked at me that way, however. I seemed to have missed a memo, they just looked at me like I was a drone. My sister's were gone, in essence; they never laughed with each other then, only when one failed some duty or managed to displease mother. And then there came the time when they looked at mother as they looked like each other. Then, one morning, one of my sisters issued a public challenge to my mother, and died. My other siblings fled the hive, as did I. Most of them took off with a immature male or two, but I took my old books."

She looked fondly at the mare, keeping a careful watch over the movements of her eyes. She didn't see any actual hostility anymore, just a sort of acceptance. She rubbed the hoof on Buttercream's thigh, hoping to elect some sort of physical response.

"Now, what I discovered in my studies was quite revolutionary to how I thought about my status. You see," she said slowly, her voice taking on the air of a scholars, "Changeling Queens are inherently hostile to other Queens. Now, I am a Princess, which is quite different, in that several magical and biological changes occur during the transition from a fertile virginal changeling to a fertile breeding one. "

She took some time to stretch her limbs, letting herself enjoy the feeling of the softness of the cushions on her chitin. "These include increased aggression, a settling instinct, a increase in internal egg production, a more pronounced heat period..." she trailed off, giving a soft smirk to the mare as she slid her hoof closer to her crotch, "It is a process that turns the most intelligent of my kind into angry territorial sex addicts. It turns them into idiots. Can you believe my relief when I realized that I very nearly lost my free will?"

She smiled broadly at the mare, but stopped looking so cheerful when she remembered that she was talking to a captive audience.

"Now," she said,"you must be wondering about where you come in."

Carapace paused, wondering if she should go ahead and mount the mare then. Considering she was prone, Buttercream wouldn't object. Well, couldn't, but the two words basically meant the same thing, right?

"Well, as I said before, I cannot risk getting impregnated. The risk of me falling into a intellectual slump is too great, you understand. But, I still have my needs." she said, a whiny quality in her voice becoming apparent. "I want a hive, and my body does not seem to like the fact I am well past the time when I should be lording over one of my own. But if I even go through the motions of fertilization when I have eggs in me, that hateful maturation process starts. As such, you will serve as the host mother for them."

Buttercream was now staring at the ceiling, for whatever reason. Perhaps she was thinking things over?

Nodding in general approval, Carapace stood up halfway and placed herself directly in front of the mare, laying her head directly on her belly and moving her hooves onto her shoulders.

She smirked when she saw Buttercream's eyes widen, but not entirely with fear. The slight wetness she was feeling on her lower belly was could hardly have been made from fear, after all.

"You must be worried." she said, before biting her lip. "I have said that already, haven't I? But, really, is what happening right now any different then what you would be doing normally? You are a nice young mare, doomed to a life of spreading your legs for a few years, then to spend the rest of it caring for your bastards or living alone and dejected."

She paused, going over how she was going to go on with what needed to be done as she looked over the upper half of Buttercream's body. Should she use her shoulders or her sides for support? The pillows, perhaps? But she would be standing on them, and that would mean she would have to arch her back...

Decisions, decisions!

"And so," she continued, taking her time as she adjusted her legs to help make her position on top on the smaller mare less uncomfortable, "I would think that I am helping you. After all, as the main broodmother of my hive, you will never be unsafe again! I mean, really now," Carapace's head leaned forward slightly when she paused, and lowered her voice as she looked directly over the mare's face, "You will be served by a harem of strong stallions and served the finest delicacies this city could offer! Never will you have to lift a hoof again for the rest of your life!"

She smiled when she saw the far-off look in Buttercream's eyes. Surely she was imagining what her life would be like!

"I really just want to make this your decision." she said sympathetically, "I mean, it's going to happen, but it's all about you...well, it's not really a manner of consent, it's just that it's better that you appreciate what I am doing for you."

Giving a few moments pause, she raised herself off the mare and looked at the part of Buttercream's body that her thoughts were turning to.

"So, this is what I am working with." she said, looking at the mare's small snatch. She felt a little wave of nausea when she realized that she was resting on the two large teats almost right above it just a few seconds ago, but did her best to suppress the thought of the two baggy objects touching her by thinking about what needed to be done.

"Well, this shouldn't take to long." she said, trying to sound somewhat enthused by the slightly wet hole she was looking at. "But really, if you think about it, I am doing you a favor, doing this."

She felt a stirring in her lower body, and decided to cut to the chase, standing halfway on top of the mare, legs spaced out enough so that they were touching the space above Buttercream's shoulders.

She took pause, realizing the mare was looking at the thing between her legs, and so she decided to indulge herself in teaching the young mare. Smiling broadly, she raised herself a little more so she could get a better look at the now-ridged slim black object that dominated her lower parts.

"Ah, yes. This is a ovipositor," Carapace said, flexing the long curved shaft that stuck out between her legs obscenely. "Normally, I would be using this to simply lay eggs after I fertilize them; yes, I do have what you would call 'normal' parts, but I don't think you would have any interest in them." she continued cheerfully.

"However, I found a, how does that princess of yours say it, ah, dusty old book on changeling magic. I learned much of what I know from that book, actually, but the thing most pressing to you is that a Queen, or any egg-laying changeling, for that matter, can actually use there ovipositor as a false phallus of sorts to implant their eggs into other creatures."

Carapace looked up the tile ceiling, enjoying the anticipation of finally getting the odd, settled weight in her chest resolved. "I mean, in general, that's the only thing you need to know right now. I mean, I would feel bad if you didn't know what was going to happen to you. I could talk all day," she gave a quick look to the noonday sun outside, "but I think it might be better to get this over with, don't you?"

Sighing as she lined up herself up properly, she gave no warning when she violently thrusted into Buttercream's slick hole, the entire limb-like length of the shaft somehow making it halfway into the mare without prior effort.

Carapace, at first enjoying the odd experience of having the rather sensitive organ completely surrounded by warm, tight flesh, realized that the deep breathy noises were not coming from her, but rather the mare she was penetrating. Staring at the ceiling, Carapace took her far-off look as approval and started to rear back slightly, trying to do her best to enjoy the situation at hand. Really, she thought it would be more sensitive to this sort of thing, but apparently it was just like any oth-

"Ouh." she grunted slightly, feeling something shift in her belly, now painfully aware that there was at least a dozen or so eggs now moving down to her lower abdomen and were doing so rather quickly. Unconsciously, she started to press deeper into the mare, finding greater resistance then she did beforehand. While the false member was slim, she was still going in dry.

Hoping to change that, somewhat, she took her time pressing into the mare, gripping on her sides to have better leverage for the whole process. Eventually, after some pained resistance from the mare's walls, she felt something that could only be her womb.

The changeling took her time in adjusting herself, taking deep breaths every so often. She expected something akin to actual eroticism, but this was starting to be akin to a chore. Mount. Insert. Finish. Dismount.

However, she let out a shuddering breath as she felt the first egg come in alignment with the ovipositor slot proper, letting out a small coo when it actually started to slide down it. She could feel the shaft practically swell up, the egg and the nutritional fluid that surrounded it making a sphere-like bulge that caused every nerve she could think the shaft contained to tingle and spread outward, and this only made the sensation of her sensitive flesh touching Buttercream's inner walls more enjoyable.

Carapace, legs a tremble, was so engrossed by the movement of the first egg that she could only let out a surprised gasp when she felt another come down the shaft, and let out a involuntary groan when she realized the first egg had reached the end of it's journey and hit what had to be the most sensitive part of her body then. Nerves aflame and mind slightly foggy with hormones, she forced herself to not scream as the egg took it's sweet time exiting her body, causing a wave of pure mind-melting pleasure to start in her loins and work its way up to her head.

Akin to a dam bursting, the first egg's leave seemed to have triggered something in the ovipositor itself, and soon the eggs started to come down it in pairs or in threes, causing Carapace to use every bit of her willpower not to simply start mewling helplessly. When the second egg left her it simply builded on the sensations caused by the first one, and her wings fluttered as she tried not to scream from the next wave of fleshy orbs entering her, which were practically massaging her shaft as they made there way down.

Twenty-eight, Carapace thought, even when her eyes were rolled up in the back of her head. Twenty-eight precious eggs, now in a safe spot. This was it; this was the start of everything, and she felt like she was queen of the world!

After taking a few moments to let her now-flaccid false member to retract back into it's slot, she smiled slightly when she realized the squeamishly full feeling was gone and replaced with a comfortable emptiness, something that promised that something new could come along and take root there.

Leaning off her mounted position and trying no to wince at the gush of nutritional fluid that started to leak from the mare's hole, she stood up and flexed herself, trying to keep herself spry. That took more out of her then she expected, and while she did feel quite relived, there was the issue of Sterling...

She gave a sly glance to Buttercream, or actually Buttercream's now swollen belly. Before, she looked like she enjoyed icecream and long walks to pizza parlors. Now, Carapace realized, with more than two dozen of her eggs packed into her middle, she looked like she might need assistance getting up.

Carapace thought the issue over, taking note that the smaller mare didn't seem to have any issues breathing, which was a good thing if any. Giving note to the little puddle of green starting to slip out of her slit, Carapace frowned, realizing that she didn't take into account the issues of 'mobility' or 'appearance'. Sighing, she took to the air for a few moments, hovering a inch or two over Buttercream. She smiled slightly when she noticed the tears pooling around her eyes; tears of joy, no doubt. Joy and anticipation.

"Look into my eyes, I am going to relax the spell on you, dear." she said fondly, smile growing as she saw the small mare make the tiniest bit of nods.

As her horn fired up, she felt a little guilty, lying as she did.

Buttercream's big blue eye's flashed green for just a few moments, and when they returned to their natural color her face slackened and expression relaxed.

Fluttering away from the baby-bloated mare, Carapace hummed a little tune as she made her way over to her own bags.

"Stand up." she said directly to the mare across the room, moving the platefuls of food she had already prepared onto a table near the minibar and trying to get some of the equipment she had brought along with her out and set up. A few bottles here, a couple of cans there...

Turning to Buttercream after a few moments of work, she let herself take in her handywork. The small mare's belly hung lowly to the ground, past her knees and closer to her hooves then her shoulders or thighs. She had a small smile on her face as well, but Carapace knew that was mostly from the spell she casted on her. It wasn't really a mind control spell, really; Buttercream's was still in charge of her own body. It was simply that, now, what Carapace wanted was what Buttercream desired beyond anything else.

"Miss Swan Song, do you need anything done?" Buttercream, well, the mental construct that was basically Buttercream with a few things altered for her new master's enjoyment, said cheerfully, doing her best to move at a steady pace without wobbling too much.

"If you are hungry, please eat as much as you like." the changeling said with good cheer as she patted the counter. "And call me Princess Carapace from now on."

"Okay, Miss Princess Carapace." the blubbery mare replied, sounding slightly dazed. Carapace smiled when she saw her lay back down on the pillow pile on all fours, looking at her blankly.

"Actually, just eat." the changeling said after a few moments of thought. "Eat two plates of food and then rest. When I come out later, you will meet the stallion you will be serving."

"Yes Miss Princess Carapace." Buttercream said happily, seemingly struggling to put her legs in a resting position that didn't involve pressing on her newfound bulk.

Watching the sight with mild fondness, Carapace transformed into the form of Emerald Gleam, chuckling lightly when she noticed that she was still almost halfway full with excess love.

Lifting her hoof so she could slip on a lacy pale purple and orange thigh-high on her left forlimb, she made sure that every bit of her checked out as purely pony and took her time slipping on a matching one on her right leg.

Making her way to the door to the main bedroom, she paused, thinking about her plan.

Still no flaws. Nothing has gone wrong. Then again, it was a pretty nice plan.

As she opened the door to the dark room, spotting the sleeping form of Sterling Sword, she let herself break out in a very un-Emerald Gleam-like smirk.

This day was going to be perfect.