It had been almost seven hours since Chrysalis's memory-dream, which may of very well been a nightmare, she didn't know how long she'd been out, she was also thankful for the fact that Spike was still respecting her privacy. Being down in the caverns also made it difficult to tell how much time was passing, she could have slept for days or just a few minutes without knowing it. What made things more confusing was she hadn't felt hungry or weak at all since it all started, with the way she had been given her energy it should have burned out of her system during her wait for a response from the princesses.

Her body didn't seem to be keeping the form it had when she had awoken as well, in fact, she was feeling more vitalized and (dare she say it) sexier than before. She figured it was time to go and look for Spike, she gathered up the notes she'd written. When she had started she figured she would just share a few pages of them at a time with the princesses, starting with the most recent and moving back, but she decided that was the old her thinking and it would probably be best to get them all to the princesses in one go, at the very least if she weren't around they could prepare for her 'family' to come and 'visit', beyond that she had nothing more to offer... except herself to Spike, and mmmmmmmmmh would that be worth it, she caught herself again.

There is no way I would prove my willingness to change for Equestria's benefit by fucking Spike, and in all likelihood making him submit to my will during intercourse...but that shouldn't matter he seems to be thinking the same thing.

After navigating the cavern she found Spike in what may as well have been a ballroom or one of the egg chambers. He was surrounded by blank parchments and quills with ink pots, he seemed to be practicing some art or calligraphy, she couldn't tell from her angle and distance. “Spike,” she said, “I have some documents to send to the princesses, they just need a basic piece of parchment to wrap around them for delivery, kind of like an impromptu envelope.”

“I guess you don't have a mail room then,” said Spike as he looked up and quickly scribbled Celestia's name on one side of the piece of the parchment he had next to him.

“Changelings have no need of such things, we communicate through magic pulses to those born of other queens and a 'hive mind' amongst those of the same hive that were born of the same queen,” said Chrysalis as she took the parchment in her magic and carefully rolled all the sheets together so that none of the ink was smeared, “how long ago was the last set of messages to the princesses sent? It's rather difficult for me to tell the passage of time without a hive member outside reporting the passage of time when I ask them for a report.”

Spike looked like he was doing some calculations in his head before he said, “thirteen hours, you headed to wherever you decided to thirteen hours ago. I can tell the time down here because I'm an earth dragon, and us earth dragons are able to determine the passage of time for us when we're underground or completely blind, it's usually a case of both, though. I still haven't found a way out of this maze, have you?”

Chrysalis shook her head, “My old hive made the preparations here, but they didn't share the details of the colony's layout. For all I know we could be near the entrance to the main ballroom or deep in the depths within one of the primary egg chambers,” she inspected the massive roll of parchments, “without letter tape or a ribbon this is the best we can do and hope none of the sheets flies loose when the bundle gets to the princesses.”

“Um, yeah, which reminds me,” said Spike, “I probably should get a note out to Twilight and the girls explaining a few things.”

Spike blew his dragon flames on Chrysalis's mass of paper, after he did that she went over to inspect a wall. She didn't even notice Spike beginning to write his note, her mind instead decided to have another daydream.

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Chrysalis's day dream

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A purple and green Chrysalis, she really did look good in Spike's colors, looked all around the room, all over the walls and ceiling were her darling emerald eggs with fuchsia offspring liquid. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, her little draconic changeling brood. Around her ran her first two hatched children, they had just hatched that day and Spike and her were still trying decide on their names, and there would be hundreds more to name in the coming months and years. The offspring showed their draconic and changeling heritage well, their carapaces the same coat of purple as Chrysalis, their clawed forearms, their seemingly generic changeling faces with rows a draconic teeth. No more did she or her hive have to worry about needing love as a primary food source, everything Spike could eat she and they could eat. Chrysalis and her offspring were also well muscled, another gift from Spike. Her clawed hand went to her abdomen and stroked it, inside she was developing more eggs to lay. Whenever they could she and Spike would partake in some of the most intense intercourse she had ever had; it was rough, wild, and passionate in ways that only could be described that those that lived it, or were really good at putting sex scenes together in Steamy adult romance novels.

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Chrysalis snapped out of when she heard the sound of Spike's dragon fire mail returning a message. “What does it say?” She inquired.

“Um,” said Spike before two more independent belches produced two other scrolls, “how about you read this one,” he handed what he was sure was the first one to her, “and I'll go over the other two, then we can switch what we read to make sure we've read everything.” Chrysalis nodded and took the scroll before going back to the space she had zoned out in.

I am pleased that you decided to share your personal history and all knowledge you could regarding your “Family”. I would also like to say there is no more need to worry about doing anything to upset us, you've already proven everything you need to, Spike has told us all the opportunities you could have had to take advantage of him, but did not, with that you have my blessing to find a way to be more intimate with him, I assume that's what you were waiting for, really Chrysalis, you are even more old-fashioned than my sister if that really was the case.

~Sincerly, Princess Celestia.
PS— Try not to jump his bones too hard, I want him to at least have enough motor function to help you if you need it later. Also I highly doubt you'll be able to properly mourn your hive as long as you're in heat, yes Spike told us about that, the best way to remember the dead is act on the wishes you know were for the better, and their final wish was for you to be the mother of a new generation of changelings, Spike seems to be an excellent choose for a father. He said to not tell you this, but I don't see the harm in it, he genuinely loves you.

“You done over there? Because I finished my reading,” said Spike, looking over she could see Spike's face was a vibrant shade of scarlet.

“Yes,” said Chrysalis, “and you don't need to read it, it was something that Celestia intended for only me to read.” The umbra mare was sporting a vibrant blush of her own. The full weight of what Celestia said in her letter hit Chrysalis like a freight train, the reason she was feeling so vibrant was because of Spike's love, she could always tell the difference between the sensations of lust and love, that's why she was so confused, not once had she felt the sensation of lust from Spike, despite everything that was going on.

“Oh, mare to mare advice, gotcha,” said Spike as Chrysalis furiously tried to hide her blush and put the parchment somewhere she was sure Spike wouldn't touch it.

She took the two scrolls, the first of the new scrolls she opened was from Twilight,

I think it's sweet that you two genuinely love each other, come on Spike you can be a little dense sometimes and you know it, the way Chrysalis is acting says she really does love you. She probably even has fantasized a time or two what it would be like to raise your children. Speaking of biological functions I had no idea that changelings had such as a complex aspect to them, also Rarity is getting on that “Special Order” you made, you know her she has to make sure it's perfect, of course, she'll need some measurements to make sure the outfits are to the right size, don't want them being too tight or loose. I'm trying to find a way to rectify our not knowing where you are, Rarity says it has to be done in pony, no offense to you Spike but she says without the proper tools your ability to approximate sizes is almost as bad as a sleepy Applejack's cooking, and we all know how that turned out. Hopefully, we'll be there soon, I can't believe we haven't' seen you for twenty hours, I honestly thought that things would be a little different. Anyway, Rarity, Rainbow and Pinkie should on their way to help you out Soon.

Best of luck to you, Princess Twilight Sparkle

Chrysalis stared at the letter for a moment saying, “Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike, just what kind of 'apparel' did you order for me?”

“Oh, nothing major,” said Spike with a bit of a nervous chuckle, “a few formal dresses, some casual wear, and maybe a couple dominatrix outfits,” he said with a sheepish grin.

“Oh, so the dragon had a fantasy or two about me 'whipping' him 'into shape' did he?” She gave a sultry smile, “Looks like you're going to be the one 'tied up' for a bit, I do believe the foreplay will be most entertaining. Oh, and I'll tell all of our daughters how I dominated you in our little games in the finest of details.”

Spike's eyes shot wide with surprise, “You would actually tell...our? You mean you actually plan on having children with me?”

“Oh, trust me, big boy,” said Chrysalis in a sexually teasing tone, “after seeing all of your...dimensions I can't think of getting it on with anypony else. By the time we're done the deepest chambers of this place will echo eternally with our cries of passion.” Spike did a full body blush to scarlet, “And you are so much fun to 'play with' too,” she continued, “when I get my domme outfits I will have so much fun teasing you, assertive instincts or not I will make you submit!”

Spike's penis went fully erect, “And apparently the thought of you abusing me is my biggest turn on, I'm not a masochist because some of my prior 'dates' made similar promises and my 'little dragon' managed to stay asleep, but the thought you doing it makes him go fully awake.”

Chrysalis giggled and said, "we could get a quick one in after I read the last note." She unfurled it, expecting to be from Princess Luna or Twilight Sparkle, instead, it was from Princess Cadance, this caused her eyes go bug for a moment.

Dear Chrysalis, I would like to say that I have gotten past your near destruction of my wedding, Shiny and I are actually highly appreciative of the test of our bonds you put in place. I am also happy that you managed to find a genuine love of your own, Spike is a fine catch. Make sure to treat him right, I already know about the threat Twilight imposed on you, she might have overdone it, she just wants to make sure her little brother is happy and safe. While I'm usually not one to condone consummation of your love with sex before marriage, but the uniqueness of your relationship (from what I hear about your aspects) is more than enough for me to say 'go for it' and show us just what kind of new queen you have become.

~Sincerely, Princess Cadance
PS— I think you'll make a lovely mother, you'll have cute foals (which I insist on seeing some time), and I think you'll be lovely in purple (definitely much more so than your black chitin look, while black is a color that seems to go with everything I think that in your case black actually ruins your look).

“We're going to need a comfortable location that we don't mind messing up,” said Chrysalis, “and while I don't mind you taking me in this room, it kind of feels awkward that you'll pound me in a room we just did correspondence in. We do need to have standards after all.”

“Um, yeah,” said Spike, “and the fact that we both barely know the layout of this place doesn't help either, I mean what if we decide to go and do it in a chamber set aside for guests or a dining hall? And I certainly don't want to get my freak on with you in a room that is a potential ballroom, some of my family and friends would make me wish for death when they found out about that little hiccup. I'd take you now if it weren't for the standards we're imposing.”

“Yes, well if it were any of my sisters, or (the divine forbid) my mother, standards we think of wouldn't factor into anything, they'd just take you on the spot and after one or two quick fucks and be done with you. We could head to the throne room and make love there.”

Spike's eyes bulged before he said, “Okay three questions. One, Your Sisters? Your Mother? You want to have sex in the throne room?”

“Yes, I'm the youngest of four daughters to queen Cicada, and trust me when I say you really don't want to meet her. All four are ruthless bitches that care nothing for their hives and would rather repeat their mistakes rather than pull back and think of a new plan of attack. Tartarus, they won't consider retreat until at least eighty percent of the active hive army has been rendered nonviable.”

“And you're different, I can see that, but how?”

“I'm more cerebral than my mother or sisters. I prefer to trick my opponents into doing things to themselves, when I was little I always beat my family at games like chess or hide-and-seek, and I always took to my magic lessons much better than any of my sisters, of course my sisters would 'reward' me with beatings that made it so that I was next to useless for extended periods of time. My play for Canterlot was more of a ploy to get my family off my carapace. It would have all worked according to plan if my information team hadn't rushed it and actually taken their time, but there's no changing the past, I didn't really want to make that power play, to begin with, the whole thing was more an act for my family as they watched. To be honest with you, I'm glad we were beaten, it helped me notice I had the one flaw all changeling queens have.”

“What's that?”

“Claiming victory before the final plays are made! I don't want to fall into that pitfall again, I want to create a hive that shares mutual benefits with Equestria, I want my changelings to be as welcome in Equestria as you are now, I want them to be free from the vicious tendencies of my so-called kin, I want to break all ties with the changeling collective while I'm still very much alive. When my mother or sisters find out where I am they will do everything in their power end my life, purge all traces of my hive from the world, then raze everywhere they believe my hive used as colony grounds. That means our old hive in the badlands, these caverns, the mountainside that we were blown to after Shining Armor and Princess Cadance, not going to get used to calling her that anytime soon, combined the power of their love. And places that we were only sighted in would also be made targets because they would believe we were attempting to lay the foundations of colonies there. Places like Canterlot, Las Pegasus, Stallion-grad, and Ponyville will all be in their line of fire in addition to a host of other cities and towns.”

“Oh, that still doesn't explain why you want to naked wrestle in the throne room.”

“It's a changeling throne room, honey, that means it's designed to allow the queen to act freely, even in a public setting. For changelings, the queen having sex in the throne room while holding meetings with other dignitaries, usually the proxies of other changeling queens, is a perfectly acceptable business practice. I know that won't fly in Canterlot, no matter how much Discord and Celestia want to do that, in Equestria proper it's just not seen as politically or socially acceptable, in changeling culture those actions are, the only thing that isn't publicly acceptable is a perfectly visible assassination, the attempts fly because we just brush it off as changelings practicing their craft, but to perform a successful murder in the presence of a changeling queen is considered one of our greatest taboos, so much so that the queen has full rights to not only kill the successful changeling, then their queen as well and claim that queen's hive as her own, that's actually how mom got to be the most feared changeling in history. She tricked other hives into doing just that so she could claim those hives for herself, she's a master at covert politics. Me, I'm just a really smart mare that's made some bad decisions due to peer pressure from her family.”

“I figured there were other hives and some kind culture to the changelings, but I didn't figure that the hives would be more akin to their own independent nations.”

“No, it's more like a loose association of city states that deliberately makes itself appear to be a unified nation to outside forces. I took the time to explain this to the princesses in my last correspondence since my mother is one of the longest-lived and most powerful changelings her hive is considered a major power player. Living up to the expectations was bad enough, but when my ambitious play failed that basically meant that mom and my siblings could do whatever they wanted me and my hive.”

“And since your hive during the time of the invasion was composed entirely of the castoffs of your siblings your mother and sisters didn't see the need to take your hive, does that mean they deliberately didn't make a play for your life?”

“Yes, they wanted to see my entire hive obliterated before me, then only after I was beaten and broken and screaming in agony over the loss of my hive would my mother would personally end my life. Not a charming prospect, I know, but that's how I knew it would go.”

“Okay then, lead the way,” said Spike in shock, “you somehow managed to guilt trip me into going to the throne room to have sex with you, yet somehow not make it guilty sex or pity sex.”

“One of the many mysteries of how a mare can influence the decisions of her mate,” said Chrysalis with a wink as she began to lead Spike through the maze to the throne room.

“Did they at least leave a map for you in the throne room? I figured they would do that much since it should be one of the central chambers of this network,” said Spike as he followed.

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Twenty minutes later they were in the throne room, Spike was looking at the back of the throne and cried, “Success, they knew you'd eventually make your way to this room. It looks like they carved a detailed map into the back of the throne, but did it in such an artful way it just looks like some kind aesthetic design if you are looking at it casually. Looks like they also wrote the name of the rooms in the smallest script possible, my eyes might be good at reading thanks to growing up with Twilight, but for stuff like this I still need a magnifying glass.”

Chrysalis huffed in her throne, positioned in the most provocative way she could think (figured she'd keep exciting Spike while they were still alone a bit more, assuming he actually got out from behind her throne) and said, “dragons and changelings can channel their senses, just draw energy from your sense of taste and redirect it to your eyes, I would suggest other senses, but chances are you'll need them for when the guests you invited finally arrive.”

“Oh, I did not know I could do that,” said Spike, “none of Twilight's books talked about that...feature of my biology.”

“Not surprising,” said Chrysalis, “I doubt any of the princesses know that, I only know that because I studied dragons as best I could when I was younger, I noticed during some of my observations that the effectiveness of certain senses seemed to fluctuate, and since changelings can imitate some properties of other creatures I tested the theory of adjusting energy from one of sense to another, it worked for me so I just figured might work for a dragon, although I never had one that would cooperate enough to fully prove the theory.”

“Yikes, you're more like Twilight than I thought, only a little more crazy when it comes to learning practices.”

“We never had much of a library when I was growing up, that and most changelings aren't all that big on actually stockpiling information, as I've told you I'm a bit of an oddity among changelings. If I had grown up in similar circumstances to Twilight I might have ended up with a closer personality to her.”

“It's cool, I like the you that you are now,” said Spike.

“You do realize that I'll be taking some of your mental traits when we reach a certain point in our intercourse, right?”

“That'll just make you a better Equestrian citizen.”

“Get out from behind the throne and fuck me already,” growled Chrysalis.

“Um, while I would like to oblige, I need to get copies of the map to Rarity, Twilight, Celestia, Luna and Cadance.”

“Alright, I suppose company being able to navigate this place would be a good idea, you have seven hours starting from the moment you leave this room, after that ready or not I drag you back here and administer 'discipline' to you, am I Understood?”

“Um, it might take a bit longer to copy the map after I go to get utensils to do so.”

“Fine, nine hours, but no more than that. It should only take you couple of minutes to transcribe your copies of the map after you've managed to duplicate it anyway. A queen does not like to be kept waiting, this allowance is one of my charity tithes, you will not be getting another one!” Her eyes narrowed, and even though Spike couldn't see her he could feel her stare and shivered before he rushed out of the room, the room with all the materials looked like it was seventeen minutes from the throne room, but if he had memorized the map as good as he hoped and rushed it he hoped he could make it five.

Chrysalis had a daydream of Spike and her in an intimate moment, it would have to do until the real thing happened. Right Now she now she was beyond horny, but at least she still had her self-control.

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Chrysalis's Daydream

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Chrysalis was the same shade of purple as Spike's scales and in a very revealing white dominatrix suit, Spike's mention of the suit was something she really liked the idea of. Spike hung by his arms on chains from the ceiling, spread wide, the chains that held his arms were attached to a pulley that Chrysalis could magically operate to bring him closer and further to the floor, but within certain margin because his legs were also spread out and chained to different areas of the floor. Even Spikes tail was chained, but it was chained to both the ceiling and the floor at four different points to restrict its movements. And the top it all off he had a black metal collar with arcane script etched into it firmly, yet snugly, clasped around his throat.

Chrysalis herself held a black dom's whip and was viciously lashing his tail with it. Spike Screamed in agony, which only intensified her whipping.

“Come on and say it,” Chrysalis said in a vicious, yet erotic, tone, “tell me why you deserve this.”

Spike glared at her with a small hint of defiance, she'd weed that out soon enough, “Fuck you,” growled Spike.

“Oh, you already did that, and will again once I've broken you in.”

“I can still burn you to a crisp!”

“No you can't, dragon fire is magical in nature, that lovely collar on your neck disables all things magical whether it's from you or something else. Oh yes, I've put a lot of thought into this,” she floated a lilac colored key next her within the field of her magic, “this is the only key to free you from the collar, you'll be released once you release into me,” she gave an erotically vicious grin, “assuming your 'little dragon' performs to my standards,” she squeezed his hanging balls with her free hand, they were the size of door large knockers, “once you satisfy me you will be free to go where you please. Of course, by that time you'll be the kind creature that gets excited to do whatever I command, no matter how demeaning.”

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Chrysalis snapped out of it when she felt a warm, sticky liquid running down her legs. Looking in the direction she could see that she apparently had made herself 'wet' just thinking about what she would to Spike. My carapace would look really good in that color, and I definitely need a white dominatrix outfit on account of it would look beyond incredible on me, she licked her lips, I just need to make a few alterations, maybe have some onyx stones positioned so they 'accentuate' my figure as boarders for my exposed layers. Yes that would be good, a nice little reference to my current carapace coloration. Yes, I'll wear the most scandalously revealing dominatrix outfit, that will certainly make Rarity blush when I request that, and in addition to the onyx I'll make have it so the groin piece doesn't need to be removed for me to partake in sex. Mmmmmmmmmmmmh, yes, that should excite my dragon to no end. Then he'll be my little play thing, doing every sexy (and sexual) thing I want him to. Mmmmmmh mmmmmmmmmh, those muscles slapping me any way I want as I 'ride' that dragon in a way that will make even the kinkiest mare blush in embarrassment. But before all that we should get to know each other properly, it'll give me some ideas of what we should do first. When I take that big dragon cock into me it will be one of the most delicious feelings in the world. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh, yes those tasty muscles will be all mine, and only mine, to play with. I suppose those notes from the princesses helped me more than I thought, I need to build my new hive and I've given them all I can, I just hope what I gave enough.

“Okay, I got all the stuff I need to for copying the map,” said Spike as he reentered the chamber, "and to save time I brought the resources for...whoa, you kicked your sexy up to the next level,” his flag flying at full mast and equally as large balls swinging for a bit after he rushed to the point behind the throne, “I'll be with you as soon as I can.”

“We should probably talk about you first,” said Chrysalis.

“I hear it's much easier, to be honest with your partner during 'pillow talk',” said Spike. A shiver of excitement went down Chrysalis's spine, “besides, you've already shared a few things with me that you probably haven't with anypony else.”

“I recently figured out that my mother basically made me as an experiment to create what she thought of as 'the perfect changeling', I let the princesses know about that, as well as my family. Something I haven't told anypony is that changelings really don't get along well with water, the deepest most of us are willing to go is knee high, for us wet wings can often be fatal.”

“But you have a massive shower, and bathtub, both with valves for regulating flows of diverted underground water to any level you want.”

“We don't mind it within a generally protected area like a hive's colony, but out in the open we try to ovoid swimming in streams and lakes.”

“Ponds too?”

“You'd be surprised how many changelings will take their time to keep from crashing into ponds if they have a choice.”

“Is there a reason for this?”

“Yes, my sister Nymph and her hive are not subject to that rule. That's because she bred with highly aggressive water monster, some in the region that she found it called it a water demon. Her wings have some sort of coating that makes them highly water resistant, she also has retractable body and head fins for aquatic stability.”

“Oh, but doesn't her 'adaption' to aquatic environments mean she's not as well suited for more arid environments as she was before 'acquiring' those traits?”

“It's possible, but changeling queens require warmer conditions to keep their functions up higher, it's why the throne room is so warm.”

“Things can be warmer without being drier, she'd probably have to have her throne room and private chambers be regulated by some kind of thermal vents.”

“An...accurate observation, but Nymph has widely been regarded as my prettiest sister, regardless of what species she's interacting with.”

“Well, I haven't met your sister,” he finished the map, “so I would have to say you are the most gorgeous creature in existence, I used to think that was Rarity, but after our date failed to meet either of our expectations we basically shot each other down at the same time. I tried the dating scene a few more times, but every single go just seemed to fall through with every go.”

Chrysalis could hear the furious scratching of quill on parchment writing a note, “How long has it been?”

“Only five and a half hours since you issued the statement regarding my time limit in regards to my initial leaving the chamber. I kind of rushed it, and might have overestimated how long it would take to copy the map, I tried that trick you talked about and it worked, for the convenience of everypony else reading the map I wrote the chamber names legibly in the margin and assigned a number to each of the rooms instead. Hope you don't mind I numbered them a bit like a Role Playing dungeon map, that is to say, the entrance chamber is room one and the numbers climb up from their based on their general proximity to other rooms, mostly.”

“That's fine, as long as it's readable for everpony that receives it. You might want to put a cipher spell on the maps to make sure eyes we don't want seeing it can't read it.”

I take it that you know a cipher spell.”

“Kept my family from reading my notebooks, which now that I think about it were mostly filled with observations of other creatures and a few recipes I thought would be interesting. Changelings naturally have the ability to feed on positive emotions, love being the most sought after, but we can consume some solid foods, mostly raw meat. I never cared much for the stuff myself, but when your mother is the Green Queen it is inevitable.”

“What did your mother 'acquire' as her extra?”

“A very rare tropical carnivore called a Pseudo Floris, they're large tropical predators that have the ability to blend with and imitate some plants, they're natural very green, hence where my mother gets her title.”

“You're naturally black...”

“As are all changelings!”

“Okay, does that mean you're called the 'black queen'?”

“Yes, but it's more of an insult since I haven't taken on the properties of any other creatures, my sisters would also tease me by calling me the 'colorless queen', I didn't mind it all, I just let it roll right off, most changeling queens think their color and title are important, I never thought that once.”

“But...”

“But when they poked fun at my hive it angered me, greatly.”

“You cared about them greatly.”

“Yes, but every other changeling queen I'm aware of, my family included, see their hive's members as expendable, their thoughts are 'I can always make more' and that's it.”

“But you are incapable of producing a hive like them, so as a coping strategy you developed a mentality that focused on preserving your hive's standing members.”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“Wait, if you got your hive by taking in and saving your sisters' unwanted offspring how is it they never took the colors or properties of your sisters' hives?”

“Young changelings have a fourteen day period where they are a default changeling regardless of the mother's properties, I took most of them in during that window. As for the rest of that question, when a changeling becomes part of a queen's hive they take on that queen's properties, no matter their age, while simultaneously losing the traits they had of the prior queen's hive. That's how my mother was able to amass a massive swarm of a hive that all have her properties when the entire hive shifted over to being her hive they changed their colors and abilities, but only those directly born from her can take advantage of the 'hive mind' that changelings possess. I have no intention of taking the hive of another queen if I'm forced to kill her. I'm distinct in that I say 'if' when I refer to taking the life of another queen seeing as every other queen says 'when' in reference to the potential killing of another queen, backstabbing is common among queens, I was always expected to do so, but for some reason instead of invigorating me during our political lessons when we practiced it for our mother to see how well we could handle 'court' I always felt guilty for betraying the trust of those I had supposedly built up with others. I haven't trusted my sisters to do anything other than stab my back these past twelve years, they pulled their false support when the Canterlot invasion failed, I thought the support they gave me over the twenty years of planning was genuine up to that point. They always said I was too trusting.”

“They say you're weak for it,” the sound of messages being sent off by dragon flame was heard, “but I think all the things they said made you weak are what makes you strong,” he came out from behind the throne, “I put all the spare materials somewhere out of the way, so what do you say we start getting freaky?”

Chrysalis jumped out of her throne and licked her lips as she said, “No time for foreplay, let's just get to it!” With that she jumped on Spike's member and clasped onto him with her arms and legs, expertly making his cock slide into her vagina, she screamed in pain for a moment before moaning in pleasure. Her form shifting ability already taking hold as it conformed to be a perfect fit for Spike's penis. She could feel his penis stopping with its tip just a few inches into her womb, pleasure flooding her body as her vaginal walls transitioned into the perfect 'sheath' for Spike's 'sword'.

Spike felt a spike of pain when Chrysalis jumped him before it melted into a pleasure that was intensified as he felt her vagina literally reshape itself to make sure its every pleasure point stimulated every pleasure point on his penis. Spike literally fell on his back from the sheer ecstasy that his partner subjected him to. Chrysalis was literally jumping up and down on his waist, further stimulating his already teased cock. Spike blew his load, a load bigger and more powerful than any he had ever experienced merely whacking offing in the bathroom when he was alone and thinking of things that make it impossible for males to keep their load.

Chrysalis screamed in ecstasy as she felt Spike's seamen flow into her womb. She felt a change coursing through her, one that didn't feel like when masqueraded as another, this change felt like it was coming up from her very core and spreading out. First her black shell transformed into a vibrant violet that was much more lustrous and slightly darker purple than Spike's scales. Then her husk like mane and tail became fuller and seemed to become more like dragon's scales as they changed to a green that matched Spike's spines. Her now purple carapace became more flexible and showed signs of imitating Spike's dragon scales, including some of the scale work. Her physique became more muscular, in a way that accentuated her feminine figure, but still showed a bulge of muscle that indicated the kind of tremendous physical strength Spike now had. When her tongue made itself known just before her zealously passionate kiss of Spike's mouth it seemed to be changed to the same kind of fork he had and seemed to be of similar length. Her eyes changed to become more draconic and a more vibrant emerald shade, and even felt the echo of her voice changed to become a more of crystalline reverberation. She felt as her hands became more like dragon claws, and even the formation of gem devouring teeth restructured her entire mouth to the point her fangs altered their form to match Spike's teeth more closely, a wave of pleasure tore through her mouth as her jaws restructured themselves to be more in line with Spike's draconic ones. She could feel her wings taking on a more draconic form, and even become a bit more leathery. She could feel her abdomen swelling with the early forming of what would become the eggs of her new children. She could also feel a new organ forming near her stomach, she could feel the heat of her new fire generation chamber filling her with more passion as her new draconic tongue wrestled with Spike's. The sensation of her change during sex had sent her pleasure center into overdrive. Each new load from Spike's scepter sending an even greater wave of pleasure through her body. It seemed as if she was just experiencing a continuous orgasm that was magnified with each one of her changes, which began with the start of her first. And it seemed that she was also in control of when Spike could pass out during their session, she hoped that would stay for all their sessions.

Spike could feel the physical changes in Chrysalis's body and with each of her new changes, he shot another load into her womb. The sensation of her tongue and his fighting in passion was intense. There were several times he thought he would pass out from the pleasure, but somehow Chrysalis was able to keep him from nodding off and missing every millisecond of bliss. The feel of her now droagonized breasts pressed up against him sent an intense wave of pleasure through him that seemed to go on a loop that magnified the pleasure of everything else. He dared not pull out of his mate, such a thought was blasphemy now.

Chrysalis and Spike passed out while still in the throws of sexual interaction at the same time. The two happily within each other's hold. Overflow from Spike's semen sprayed into Chrysalis's womb forming a white pool around them as they collapsed in pleasure.

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Chrysalis awoke some time later, she assumed it was hours, with Spike's rod still firmly in her pussy. The pleasure of just having his member there was quite clearly present, as much as she didn't want to she had to, so she climbed off of Spike and made her way to the bathroom, she had no intention of washing herself and every intention of seeing just how much her body had changed.

When she arrived at the room she found the mirror to be sorely lacking for what she wanted from it, seeing as it could only show her her her head and neck. The only part of her that hadn't undergone a radical change was her horn, which was now a bit more streamlined while still maintaining its characteristic jagged edges, she had felt so much intense pleasure from the rest of her changes she hadn't even noticed the sensation of the only minor one. She moved her hand over her new horn, enjoying the smooth leathery texture against her fingers. She made her way back to her room, where she knew a full body mirror awaited her. When she arrived to at her mirror she gasped at her new form, she more beautiful than her imagination had dared to dream. Even the slight draconic edge to her wings added to the aesthetic. As a sort of test she puffed a small burst of green flame, her flame had a bit of a darker emerald to it than Spike's, but that was okay because that meant their flames would be distinguishable from each other. She rubbed her her abdomen, it would be a few weeks before her tummy began to swell with the eggs of the new generation that would be her new hive, on top of that she was sure she could feel some of her future offspring moving about.

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Spike awoke to a dwindling pool of seamen around him, Okay that's weird, he thought.

That's nothing to be alarmed at, came Chrysalis's voice in his head, A throne room is enchanted to absorb all liquids introduced to it, it should be all gone by the time your friends find their way here. I do hope the map of the tunnels gives them an idea where to head.

You're in my head, Chrysalis, this is both cool and frightening.

It's just the hive mind, you'll lose the your connection with it by this time tomorrow, and you won't gain access to it again, no matter how many times you have me 'ride' you. Sorry honey, it's a one time deal for you, that's the way it is with all Changeling mates.

I can live with that, and having some experience with it will allow me to better explain it to Twilight, you she know she is going to want all the 'juicy' details when it comes to your biology, she duped me into being her study subject after all.

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The following day Rarity (around ten in the morning), Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy were making their way through the Everfree on their way to Chrysalis's new colony grounds. “I can't believe you two,” said Rarity, “the moment Spike said he had a few outfit requests for Chrysalis I already started packing my bags and was ready to go the moment we got the note and the map.” The purple maned mare was dressed up like she was going to a convention hall as Daring Do, only with the pith helmet switched out for a slightly frilly lilac sun hat (which happened to have a convenient set of hidden pocket sewn into its inner region. In addition, she was trouncing around with a backpack that was surprisingly not overstuffed with tailoring tools and supplies, this had surprised her friends since they knew Rarity could go a bit overboard on the simplest tailoring tasks from time to time.

“Oh, but we can't have a party with just the three of us, Spike and Chrysalis,” said Pinkie, “Nothing new would happen other than us learning what her personality is now, and we'll basically do that when she greets us. I spent hours trying to decide if I should pack anything,” the overly pink mare with blue eyes was dressed up in a dark blue shirt that had hot pink letters saying 'It's Always a Good Time to Party' and a pair of dark pink shorts covered in balloons.

“I had to make sure all the animals were in good condition, and their temporary caretaker was aware all the no-noes that are for my current animal guests,” the pink maned yellow pegasus mare was wearing a dark green shirt that was adorned with cats doing some kind of strange dance where they bobbed around and tan hiking shorts that bore three pink butterflies on them.

“Fluttershy, darling, the main reason you volunteered to come with me was to make sure no animals hurt me or got hurt by me. Pinkie, I'm happy you left everything back home, once she has her new attire we can throw that party you want to for Chrysalis. Right now we just need to find the entrance, Twilight said that according to her calculations it should be around here. Keep an eye out for any large groupings of rock or cave mouths.”

The three mares were looking left and right for their quarry, but of Pinkie just had to trip over a root and roll to a stop right in front the well-disguised entrance with her arm dangling in the entrance, which gave the impression she had suddenly lost her arm in a mass of solid rock. “Found it,” screeched Pinkie, “somepony made it look like the rest of the rock around it.”

The other two other mares rushed over to Pinkie's side, “Well, at least they had the good sense actually make the disguise match the aesthetic around the entrance,” said Rarity.

The three made their way into the entrance.

The slight dark that met them caused Rarity to cast a light spell so she could illuminate the chamber and passage around them, “This place would be great for hide-and-seek,” giggled Pinkie and bounced around, her D cups jiggling with her excited movement.

“Focus girls,” said Fluttershy just before Rarity could voice her own thoughts of chamber and tunnels beyond, “we still need to find Spike and Chrysalis, he said they were in the Throne Room.”

“That's right, darling,” said Rarity, she took off her hat and reached into the third pocket from the left of the side of her hat facing her and pulled out the carefully folded map, it looked like it had been folded like a cloth handkerchief that was usually used to adorn a business suit's chest pocket and if you looked closely you could see the stitches of a piece of white cloth instead of the fibers of white paper.

“Didn't Twilight say that proper etiquette for that was to roll it?” Said Pinkie as she inspected the room.

“I wanted to avoid creases in the paper,” said Rarity, “this one is cloth, I used a spell to copy the map onto a piece of scrap fabric from one of my projects earlier this week.”

“Ooh, does that mean there are different rules to it?” Said Pinkie as she bounced behind the pearly white unicorn while looking over her friend's shoulder at the map.”

“Yes,” said Rarity, “this way if I fold it right the creases don't cause any problems, and the folds add to the aesthetic of the map. Now, quiet down dear, I'm trying to figure out the best course from here to the throne room. I'm sure it will look marvelous, and if it doesn't I'll draw up some plans to make it look as awe inspiring as it should be.”

“Oh, I already figured out the fast way from there to the Throne Room,” said Pinkie happily.

“Then why are we still standing around in this room?” Said Rarity as she used her magic to bring her hat to her hand, she would place it on her head again if proper etiquette didn't say wearing hats in another pony's home without permission was impolite and disrespectful. Using her magic she dusted off the hat, completely embarrassed she had thrown the hat aside while opening the map.

“Because you have the map, and proper dungeoneering etiquette says the one with map leads the party through to the first destination, that's assuming the encounters don't split the party of course.”

Rarity blinked a few times before slapping her face and dramatically pulling her hand over her face and saying, “Pinkie, where did you hear that?” The ivory mare had her suspicions but wanted confirmation.

“Oh, this fun game Twilight introduced me to a few years ago, you take on a role and go on adventures as somepony you want to be. I made a Bard named Joy Sprinkles, kept the morale of the party up and filled in for all the types of ponies we didn't have, it was a lot of fun.”

“Uh huh,” said Rarity, “and one of the 'rules' for going underground was the one with the map guides the others through the terrain?”

“At least until the map is lost or destroyed,” chirped Pinkie, “oh and it's just a rule of dungeon adventuring, it's a CARDINAL RULE!" The sound of her last two words echoed through the chamber for a moment, "So that means you guide us through this, I can just go off my memory of the map if the party gets split.”

“Alright, girls follow me,” said Rarity as she heading off down the tunnel before them with the open map in hand.

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What felt like hours later had them coming up to the Throne Room. They could hear some kind of moaning coming from the room as they approached the entrance. Fearing the worst the three rushed in. At the sight Fluttershy gave out a map sound, Pinkie giggled and Rarity nearly fainted.

The sight before them was Spike bound to the wall by chain like projections of Chrysalis's magic with his groin facing outward, his eyes covered with an opaque band also formed by her magic, his legs and arms spread wide, tail with several of the magic generated clasps similar to the ones holding his arms and legs bracing his tail against the wall with Chrysalis licking his member all around with her highly articulate dragon-like tongue. Chrysalis in her new dragonesque form either hadn't noticed them or just didn't care that there was an audience that had just entered the room.

Chrysalis stopped and undid her magic, her next set of words told them it had actually been of both. “Hello girls,” said Chrysalis, her reverberating echo replaced with a reverberating crystalline sound, “you seem to have caught us in the middle of our little sex play, I heard you coming a little while ago and wanted to see how Spike would react to knowing there was an audience. He reacted just I thought, pity I was hoping he'd surprise me. Did you know that he gets s...”

“Chrysalis,” said Spike cutting off what she was going to say, “that is private information that you do not share, how would you feel if I told somepony else about all your little kinks?”

“Wouldn't have a problem with it, honey,” said Chrysalis with a purr to her tone.

“Must be a cultural thing, hope she fazes out of that,” muttered Spike, “Sorry you had to see that, girls.”

Rarity gave a polite cough before saying, “Yes, well you shouldn't have been doing such things in public view in the first place.”

“We didn't know when you would get here,” said Chrysalis, then in a teasing voice said, “did you see anything you liked or give some ideas for your own bed action?”

“A proper lady does not speak of such things,” said Rarity, with a light pink blush, as she put the map away and started getting some things from her pack. Out came the measuring tap, a clipboard, some pens, a few leafs of parchment and a small stack of various clothing magazines, “Now dear, let's get those measurements.”

Pinkie and Fluttershy led Spike from the room, “Don't worry Spike,” said Pinkie, “we'll get you some clothes later.”

“Thanks,” said Spike, “but that's not what I'm worried about, you see...”

Author's Note

Whoa, this is the longest chapter in the story so far. Had a lot of fun with this one. I had a lot of fun writing up Chrysalis's new changes, went over everything there to make sure every important piece of her changing anatomy was accounted for. Also, I don't have much experience writing sex scenes, ... and might have gotten myself a little excited writing the sex scenes.

[Edit: Quick note, I made some adjustments, one of which is the time changelings are default colors.]

Let me know what your thoughts regarding any of this chapter.