Author's Note

Some of you probably were wondering about the names I came up for Chrysalis's sisters in the first chapter, I'll tell you here. Since Chrysalis's name is derived from insects I decided to do the same for her sisters, and mother (yes I do plan to have more chapters with Chrysalis's early life, but just enough to hopefully explain a few things and give some of you ideas to expand on). Nymph's name has a possible double meaning, in addition to being a mythological beauty in the lore of our world a nymph is a larval dragonfly (which are born on the stocks of tall water plants); Vespa is a common word in the scientific names of wasps, and given the nature of Chrysalis's sisters I wanted to get across I thought it would be appropriate (and to be honest, sounds a little sinister to me); Culicidae gets her name from Mosquitoes, when I went to the wikipedia entry on mosquitoes and that is name of the "family" they belong to, I thought it would be appropriate since I wanted to make one of Chrysalis's sisters a literal blood sucker. As for Chrysalis's mom, I think you'll be able figure that out on your own since this her intro chapter.

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Chrysalis's Memories

Chrysalis's head moved over the plush sheets of her bed in the decadent room that was prepared for her, the bed was definitely big enough for her and Spike to share, even with a few children curled up between them. Her face suddenly heated up as images of her and Spike playing house with dozens of changeling larva, made all the more worse when she imagined her carapace and that of her offspring being a similar shade of purple to Spike (made all the more frightening to her that she was already entertaining how good her carapace would be in 'Spike purple' to the point that she could feel her whole body blush).

She decided that some sleep was in order, and prayed that Spike didn't invade her dreams again. As she slipped into slumber memories of her life before began to flow.

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Chrysalis's Memory dream

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“Chrysalis why can't you have the drive of your sisters,” chastised a dark green Changeling queen, her mother, who also went by the name Queen Cicada, said with a disapproving voice, “you are the youngest, the smartest, and most patient of your sisters, but you're also the one with the least ambition, look at them,” a dark green hole riddled changeling arm pointed to her sisters, “they've all laid egg sacks and taken on the properties of new creatures like proper changelings should."

A blue changeling queen a little older than Chrysalis was swimming around, a yellow one was buzzing in the air and poking the others with her stinger-like wrist protrusions, and a red one was sucking some kind of small animal dry of its blood. Her mother's voice came back with a vengeance laced tone, “But you... you are content to take the castoffs of your sisters and call it a hive, you will be your own ruler in a few decades, but this action of yours is beyond disgrace.

We naturally feed on positive emotions, but your sisters have added something new to better sustain their colonies, but you are content to not even try and make your own hive prosper with attributes not found in any other place. It's bad enough that you have an inability to develop any children without a mate, something that every queen should be able to do,” she fixed the shaking black seventeen-year-old Chrysalis with a stare, “but you have the gall to think compassion is what a queen needs to keep her hive running. You can always make more workers and drones, it should be their privilege and honor to give up their lives for you, but you seem to think that the hive can function when you give your subordinates your own essence, I never taught you that, in fact, I told your the exact opposite was true, you won't even make it to the end of your first century."

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Chrysalis woke up in a cold sweat, that caused her whole body to glisten. That had been almost twelve hundred years ago, the fact that her mother still haunted her was beyond terrifying for Chrysalis, the only reason she made her play on Canterlot, to begin with, was to show up her sisters, and it had backfired so tremendously that she placed herself in a self-imposed exile with her hive knowing that any alternatives were far worse. To make matters worse their mother was still alive, she was so old she remembered the parents of Celestia and Luna. Not mention her sisters deciding to “punish” her by killing off some of her hive.

Cicada was one the most feared of all the changeling queens, which meant for one of her future successors to fail at something so magnificently was a stain she would have to wipe clean, Chrysalis and her hive would have been purged by her if they were not already in the means of dying out and made a mad run from her mother.

Chrysalis prayed to Celestia and Luna, the irony didn't escape her, that her mother didn't find her whereabouts for at least a century or two, by then she would have a new hive and hopefully better relations with Equestria. She hoped the princesses would have what it took to keep her mother at bay, if not then she would meet her end with one last fight and show her the dignity her mother deserved, that is to say, her mother deserved no dignity and showing her any was a waste of energy. She hadn't mentioned her mother in her letter, she decided to save that for when Spike made a promise she was sure he couldn't keep.

The thought of Spike pounding her as she changed to his colors sent a ripple of hot excitement down her spine, but before that happened she needed to prove to all of Equestria she was no longer intent on the actions she showed years ago. Even with him out of sight and hearing range, the thought of Spike excited her, she figured it would dissipate after a few days as she cleared her head. The fact she had managed to live to such a respectable age, despite the expectations of her family, was an accomplishment. She didn't feel accomplished without her hive, a queen needs a hive. Thankfully her sleeping chamber and the throne room were the warmest in the caverns.

Much like bees, changeling queens seemed to function better in warmer environments, it was the primary reason her hive had been living out in the badlands. Everything changed for them out there when something started picking off her precious hive's members, it the main reason they had done the locational jump ritual in the first place.

There were very few things that could make a changeling legitimately afraid, one of which was a creature many thought now extinct. A colossal amphibian called the Leviathan Toad, she thought they would be safe from such creatures in the arid climate of the Bad Lands, but as luck would have it the very oasis they used to sustain the colony had the eggs to one of the monstrosity within it. It took decades for the toads to mature to the level of a viable threat to changelings, but as tadpoles, they only cared about something affecting the vegetation of their 'pond', so it was no wonder they hadn't found out about the beasts after their retreat in the aftermath of the wedding debacle. It was only about three years ago that they became aware of the insidious amphibian. She had mentioned the creature's existence and activity to Celestia, as part of her plea that she was trying to turn over a new leaf.

Just thinking of the sight of three of her changelings being snatched up in its jaws as the rest of her hive retreated to the safety of their deepest underground chambers of the colony still sent a shiver down her spine. But then her mind had to fuck with her some more, she started imagining Spike bashing the creature hard in only a pair of shorts that did nothing to obscure his anatomy and how after he had torn the creature and its ilk into nothing more than bloody heaps of meat that the two of them would feast on the flesh of her former predator before having some the wildest sex her mind could devise. She immediately started blushing at all the kinky positions.

No that wasn't her, she's a queen, that means she's the one who takes charge and demands things of others. She suddenly started drooling at her imagery of Spike positioning himself in every eye candy type pose she told him to before issuing her commands during their more intimate moments, she wiped away the drool when felt it on her leg and snapped out of her daze. That was how a changeling queen should be with her mate, her sisters had only taken enough from their mates to change their colors and only slightly modify their personalities, she would go full force and see just how far she take her changes. The thought of every aspect of her inside and out changing sent chills of excitement down the changeling queen's back.

What are you thinking, Chrysalis, that is not how a changeling queen should act. A queen should accord herself with an air of authority and grace, not some whore. But those muscles, Mmmmm Mmmmm MH, that's the kind physical power my hive needs, and all my little larva will look cute in such in that lovely shade of purple, they might even inherit his fire breath in addition to his dietary capabilities. Dragons can eat gems, wonder what it will be like to eat crys...focus, I need to put a priority on forming better relations with Equestria before the formation of my new hive. Hopefully, I'll have enough children by the time my siblings or mother find me that I can put up a decent fight, changelings with dragon aspects will probably put my sisters' hives to shame. I have no more desire for conquest, of course, I barely had the desire twelve years ago.

Chrysalis suddenly had another flashback, this time to a much sooner point in her life

Chrysalis's flashback

Age: (Around) 17

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“Good work,” said Cicada as Chrysalis demonstrated the new spell their mother had chose to teach them, a spell for making magical duplicates, “you have it, but chances are you won't be using this spell anytime soon. Vespa, you try now, again,” said their mother as Chrysalis left the room.

All her sisters, in their beautiful black carapaces, shot Chrysalis a sinister look as the young changeling queen left the room, maybe if she hurried she could get in a game of chess before her sisters got out and 'congratulated' her on showing them up in magic again. When it came to things that involved thinking Chrysalis was always ahead of her sisters, her sisters excelled at everything else (including the physical world, she was the smallest and weakest of her siblings after all).

As she was setting up the board for a game of chess she heard her sisters coming. Thinking fast she used the invisibility spell she'd learned the prior month, which she hadn't been able to practice 'til two weeks ago thanks to the beating her sisters had given her last time, then generated the illusionary self she had just learned (she then poured magic around it to give the impression that it was physical), and finally she prepped her ventriloquism spell (which she had figured out during her time of being without magic over the past month).

She made her double look like it was heading for the room that was designated as hers. “There she is,” shouted Nymph, pointing to Chrysalis's double, Chrysalis quickly switched the double to a gallop around the corner while simultaneously making it give a startled cry, she kept it going with her memory of corridors as her sisters gave chase. Just after three twists and turns she 'felt' her double collide with Culicidae.

“So, you think you can outrun us in the hive,” said her sisters in unison as they surrounded her double, “we've known how to run the secret passages of this colony before you even hatched.” They started beating on her double, putting an emphasis on assaulting her horn. When they left the body looked very broken and the horn looked like it was fracturing in ten different places.

After they departed for their chambers a still cloaked Chrysalis came to look at her doppelganger and saw how badly it was trashed, if that had been her she wouldn't be able to do magic for months or even move about a week. She shivered at how close she had come to being incapable of anything.

“An impressive use of your skills,” came her mother's voice, “I could barely see through your invisibility spell myself, and I have practice seeing through such things. Your way of dealing with the threat is exactly how a changeling should respond,” she smirked, “I'll be telling your sisters about this, Chrysalis,” she continued smirking and with a wave of her jagged emerald horn the double and Chrysalis's invisibility dissipated, her next words were saturated with disappointment, “pity you lack the ruthlessness of your sisters, if you did you'd be the perfect changeling.”

Chrysalis came out of her thoughts, I thought I wanted to be the perfect changeling twenty years ago, and twelve years ago I just wanted to prove I wasn't a failure of a changeling, but now I want to show that even changelings can change more than their appearance and voice. It's been so long since I used those spells, I showed them to my agents that joined me before the wedding and one of them slipped up. How fortunate I had a contingency for if something like that were to occur, masquerading as Mi Amore Cadenza proved more difficult than I had calculated, especially when Twilight Sparkle took note of certain facts about her that I was unaware. I kept telling my information gatherers to do a thorough job, I specifically told them to dig as deep and go all the way to what was then the present, and pay particular interest to those she seemed to have a strong connection with, but apparently somepony decided to rush things when they learned of the impending wedding date, insolent idiot. While I cared for all members of my hive deeply I sometimes found it was more like trying to herd cats when it came to my orders, the be general orders worked fine, but highly specific orders seemed to give them trouble for some reason.

When my new hive is active I will do everything in my power to make them as tactically gifted as I seemed to be, up until that glaring lavender blind spot came into the picture. I hold no ill will to Twilight Sparkle, I actually feel a strong sense of respect and admiration that she was able to see through my ploy. Shining Armor would surely have seen through it all if I hadn't used the mental subjugation spell mother taught me when I was little. I find it ironic that I now plan on using my great mind for protecting a pony nation instead exerting my rule over it in order to provide my hive an extended feeding period.

The new era will be ushered in with my new hive, and what a glorious hive it will be. Spike's contributions will be so...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh mmmmmmmmmmmmh mmmmmmmmmmmmh mmmmmmmmmmh, I always did like 'em big and strong, not to mention he is quite attra...I need to focus on other pursuits, hopefully, my mind won't keep wandering off to that dragon...who's big, strong, sweet, well endowed and...and making me go on tangents like that! Chrysalis blushed to herself, here she was supposed to be worrying about when her family decided to 'come visit' and she was thinking about how much she was attracted to Spike, with any luck it was just her forced heat talking and a few hours or days without the dragon would allow her to think without his image infecting her thoughts.

In heat if a changeling was separated from a potential mate for an extended period of time they could actually could think more clearly, this had mainly to do with their rather long heat cycles, she was also fortunate that it was only her first week of heat. She had been told that once a changeling enters heat the first and last weeks are the most manageable, the second all the way through the penultimate were much harder to manage.

We are going to have one of the greatest second weeks along of all time, mostly because I'll be...don't think about that now, I can do that after I get these first few days out of the way. Chrysalis took a deep breath and started to try thinking things through, she pulled some of the paper and pens from the work desk that had been placed in the room with her magic. Looking at the parchment carefully she used her magic to start writing out her full intentions now that she had basically lost everything, sparing no expense of the details. She wrote down every detail regarding her family she could think of, then on a separate set sheets she started writing out everything about her she was comfortable telling anypony, but she also went into detail what the past five years of her life were like. She ended it all with stating that no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't bring herself to be ruthless like the rest of her family, she still had no idea why she lacked the ruthlessness her family seemed to have.

“Mother, why am I different than my sisters,” said a six year-ish old Chrysalis, “my carapace seems to be not as lustrous than any of theirs, my horn is a bit more jagged and my eyes seem to be a brighter shade.”

“I suppose it comes from your egg,” said Cicada as she set up the lecture hall for magic lessons, Chrysalis always seemed to be early when it came time for learning, that was fine and all for the changeling queens, but her daughter's friendly and nice demeanor during those early years was cause for concern, especially since Chrysalis was now nine years old. What if she was nice to her hive, or dare she think it, cared about her minions, the thought made the green changeling mare shudder internally. Chrysalis had been born like the rest of her sisters, the egg was laid with the absence of a male assisting Cicada and then injected by the queen with an extra chemical to turn the developing larva it into a queen.

However Chrysalis apparently was born defective to her, it appeared by increasing the level of chemicals that influenced the base intelligence of a changeling had the unwanted side-effect of making the changeling nicer and less ruthless, it was barely the price to pay for almost doing away with the recklessness that seemed to be highly active in the other queens. Now Chrysalis had just pointed out it also did something to her physical properties as well, it seemed the experiment for a better changeling was not going as the queen had hoped, she needed Chrysalis's development to become more ruthless as well.

“It probably has something to do with the modifications I made to your egg,” said Cicada, “to make you go from drone to queen.”

Chrysalis said nothing. Looking back at the memory now the older Chrysalis was able to piece together what her younger self had not been able too. She was an experiment into 'improving' the changelings. She was smarter and more cautious than her sisters, which was what her mother wanted, but she was also more caring and friendly, which were traits her mother did not desire. Probably the biggest blow to her mother's ego was the fact that Chrysalis had an inability to produce drones whenever she wanted to, that clenched for her mother that whatever she had done in creating Chrysalis was not worth the trouble of duplicating.

Chrysalis came out of her remembrance and screamed into her pillow, “That bitch, she intended to destroy me from the moment she learned I couldn't grow my own hive without a mate, she just kept me around to motivate my sisters into doing better at their studies.”

My mother intended to destroy me from far too early on. Well, I'm much older and wiser now, and when she finally does come I'll show her defiance, I'll show her my resolve and above all...I will let that big dragon rod impale me so hard I practically spit up my new hive...that completely ruined my train of thought. I'll try my thoughts of defiant vengeance when I can go a full two minutes without thinking about Spike...and those sexy muscles of his, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh and his juicy cock, oh how I want to milk his penis in every way I c...I really need to get some better focus...but what a body to be focusing on, I bet my mane would look lovely when it changes to a green that is a match for his spines and my carapace would be absolutely sexy in that shade of violet.

Chrysalis slapped herself, “There will be time to think about, and toy, with him later. If I ruin my chances with the princesses then all efforts I am making will be for not. I need to stop thinking about the dragon for a few hours...even if it is exceedingly difficult.”