Nuptial Flight

Aria flew through the hive at break-neck speeds, the cavern walls just wide enough to accommodate her great bulk. Her fins scrapped against the green changeling resin from time to time, but she didn’t slow down. Sweat kept running down her brow, dripping into her panicked eyes as she barreled into her sister’s private chamber. Adagio looked at the proud hippocamp fly around her room like a dog chasing its tail, one of her eyebrows disappearing into her clean poofy mane. She didn’t move from her great canopied bed, lounging on her side, but she did pull her silk linen to cover her swollen breasts. She had a laced pure cotton doily folded on her side, the picture of a smiling moon made of crushed gemstones woven into the fabric.

“What did you do this time?” Adagio asked impassively. “Please tell me you didn’t try to set her throne on fire again.”

“No!” Aria rounded on her sister, panic in her eyes. “It’s time, it’s coming, SHE’S ABOUT TO BLOW!”

The outburst caused the sleeping black foals surrounding Adagio to squirm, some of them starting to wail softly. The pony shot her sister a dirty look, then cooed softly to her children, using just enough of her pendant’s powers to lull her first borns to a peaceful sleep. The dozen little changelings all curled up against her fur, searching for their mother’s warmth, except one who stood up groggily. Adagio ran a loving hoof through his orange frill, the foal stumbling on his stubby black legs to reach her stomach. The mother didn’t hesitate to uncover her udders, letting her little one nurse to his heart’s content.

“I am so glad I don’t have those anymore…” Aria mumbled, wincing as the little changeling suckled noisily. “Doesn’t it hurt? They’ve got those sharp little fangs and all.”

“They are very careful, they wouldn’t hurt me.” Adagio smiled, nuzzling her charge. The foal opened his bright yellow compound eyes, gazing at his mother with unconditional love. “It has been two weeks, and I still haven’t felt one little bite.”

“Mine bite me all the time.” Aria did a loop, chuckling. “I wonder why…”

“It’s because yours are a bunch of ruffians.” Adagio said, frowning. “The fact that you have so many doesn’t mean you have to neglect their education.”

“Hey, I take care of my spawn!” Aria huffed.

Her assertion was punctuated by a strident scream. The sisters turned to the chamber’s entrance, and the next instant a bunch of giggling and shouting young changelings stampeded through the tunnel outside Adagio’s room, their lavender fins and neon-purple eyes blurring as they raced past the door. They were of various sizes, the biggest were just under the size of a young colt or filly, the smallest just a little larger than Adagio’s foals, clinging to their brothers’ backs. The cohort streamed past noisily for almost a minute, before only the echoes of their excited shouts could be heard. Adagio and Aria exchanged glances, the older siren snorting irritably.

“What?” Aria tilted her head. “They are just having fun!”

“Hooligans.” Adagio huffed. Her frown melted into a kind smile as her foal chirped softly, milk running down his muzzle. “Mine will be educated and sophisticated, thank you very much.” She grabbed the expensive doily and dabbed it on her child’s snout, cleaning him gently.

“You do know they don’t really need that gross stuff, right?” Aria piped up. “I only feed my kids with love and they don’t complain.”

“Chrysalis says that they still benefit from maternal milk.” Adagio cooed softly to her young, letting him curl up against her barrel. She embraced her foal with a careful hoof, keeping him close as he fell asleep. “If there is one thing we can trust that bug with, it’s the health of her children.”

“True, she really loves all her little tykes. Remember when I spawned for the first time?” Aria reminisced, flying on her back. “Never thought Queeny could cry so much from happiness. It was the same thing with you too.”

“That’s nothing compared to when she birthed yours.” Adagio smiled. “She was quite hysterical when the contractions started.”

“Yeaaah.” Aria beamed at the memory. “One moment she’s trying to strangle me, accusing me of doing this to her. Then the first Aria junior pops out and she’s trying to kiss me, thanking me for doing this to her.”

“Did she ever agree to let you… You know…” Adagio looked unconformable, her ears pressed against her skull. “Do the thing again?”

“She said, and I quote: ‘I’ll bear your pups again if you stop spoiling the ones we already have, you bitch.’” Aria shrugged. “I don’t see what I could do better.” She blinked as the screaming column of purple highlighted changelings rushed by the door once again. “Hey! Keep it down!” She barked. Her children responded by yelling even louder, then running faster. “See? I try.” Aria said with a satisfied smile.

“And to think this is only the beginning…” Adagio sighed, nuzzling a foal that was running in his sleep. She smiled as he calmed down. She then flicked her chin to Aria’s rounded belly. “This is what, litter number seven already?”

“I think so?” Aria rubbed her swollen stomach. “It’s pretty hard to keep track off.”

“Well your gestation period is only a month long, being a siren an all.” Adagio kissed a yawning foal. “I’m not surprised the bug is all over you constantly.”

“You could transform too, that way you won’t have to wait so long to have new babies.” Aria floated closer, rubbing her massive snout on her older sister’s tiny head. “I miss being the same size as you two.”

“I don’t know...” Adagio frowned. “I don’t mind being a pony, and it just feels…” another foal chirped, then crawled towards her belly to nurse. She gave her child a motherly smile. “It just feels right.”

“Well I guess it’s up to me to build our numbers up. Good thing I spawn more than twenty at a time.” Aria groaned. “I had to wait three months for Queeny to deliver and now she won’t let me knock her up again. At least not until I do something about all the Aria juniors destroying the hive. That’s gonna take a long while, and she’s been blue-balling me for more than three months already. And you sure took your sweet time with your babies, didn’t you? I mean, six months? For just twelve?”

“The bug said that’s the perfect gestation period for a pony with changeling foals, be thankful that it wasn’t eleven months like usual.” Adagio grumbled. “And she’s already trying to get to me again.” She nodded to a small doorway, leading to her personal bathroom. “Can you believe she tried to jump me in the showers when I left my foals for the first time?”

“Did you distract her with your tits?” Aria laughed.

“No.” Adagio snorted. “I bucked her in the balls. It was funny how she did her best not to scream to avoid waking up the children. She learned her lesson for now.”

“Oh, that’s weird.” Aria smiled like a shark. “She loves it when I’m the one busting her nuts. She cums super hard too.”

“You’re disgusting.” Adagio grimaced. “In the meantime I hope Sonata’s okay, she’s already two weeks late…”

“Oh CRAP!” Aria launched into the air, ignoring Adagio’s shushes. “I forgot!”

“What?” Adagio whispered fiercely, trying to get her sister to pipe down.

“Sonata!” Aria hissed back, circling the bed. “She’s gone into labor!”

“Oh, finally. I was starting to worry…”

“Have you seen how huge she is?!” Aria pressed her muzzle against her sister’s snout. “And changelings are so small; so either there are at least twenty foals in there…”

“Or a few sirens.” Adagio winced. With the magic protecting their pregnant wombs there had been no way to see what Sonata was carrying, but the kicks she felt sure seemed a little strong for changeling foals.

“Queeny is gonna kill me!” Aria shout-whispered. “Or at least she’s gonna chew on my dick like it’s beef jerky!”

“She won’t kill you.” Adagio hissed. “Not when you are full with her foals. But she will rip out your disgusting phallus, yes.”

“But I wanted to fuck her again!” Aria whined.

“We’ll just have to wait and see.” Adagio laid down her head amongst her children, her ears perked up.

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Deeper in the maze-like hive, Chrysalis was holding a panting Sonata in her gentle black hooves. The wincing pony was lying on her back on a specially prepared bed, her hind legs held apart by two arms of hardened resin. The Queen was sitting on her haunches next to her suffering lover, trying her best to help. The changeling’s magic was flowing all over her mate’s bulging frame, soothing her pain, helping her relax. The siren’s breaths were ragged, her face red and strained, her chest rising and falling quickly as the red pendant embedded in it shone brightly. Suddenly Sonata clenched her teeth and squealed in pain, her body seizing as Chrysalis hugged her tight. The contractions were coming quicker and quicker; the pony would deliver on the hour. But instead of being euphoric the changeling couldn’t help but fret for her lover’s well being. She had been right all those months ago; Sonata’s hips were too narrow, even for foaling changelings.

“I’m sorry my love…” The queen whispered. “I shouldn’t have done this to you.”

“I’m fine Chryssi.” Sonata lied. “It’s just a little *Hnnng* … a little rough.”

“I swear to you, I will never put you through this again.” Chrysalis vowed, kissing her lover’s neck.

“Wait, what?” Sonata panted, her eyes widening when another contraction rocked her body. “Aaaah, holy molly that hurts…”

“I won’t breed with you again.” Chrysalis clarified. “Not until you return to your hippocamp form.”

“But I like my pony body!” Sonata whined, hiccupping from a kick in her womb.

“You are too small my love.” Chrysalis murmured, pressing her snout in her ear. “But if you wish to stay this way I understand. One brood from you is enough for me; we can still make love without me hurting you…”

“But I want you to hurt me!” Sonata huffed, as if explaining the obvious. She winced with another contraction. “That’s the whole point of me staying a pony!”

“Wha…”

“So you can wreck me with your giant cock!” Sonata cried, euphoria making her tongue flop from her mouth. Her body jerked with unprecedented agony.

“But you would get pregnant again!” Chrysalis said, flabbergasted.

“Yeah! You’ll fill me up good, won’t ya?” Sonata slurred, looking half delirious from the pain.

“You’ll have to go through all of this again!” Chrysalis’s eyes began to shine, tears threatening to spill. “Aren’t you in pain?”

“Oh yes…” Sonata rattled. “I hurts so goooooood!”

“Uh?” Chrysalis froze, letting her mate writhe against her. “Are you… enjoying this?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe!” Sonata’s face was contorted in an obscene grimace of pleasure. “I want more!”

“I knew you had developed a liking for some rough riding…” Chrysalis said, regaining her senses. “But I hadn’t realized you had become so… debauched.”

“Shut up and pinch my nipples!”

“I miss my innocent little Sonata.” Chrysalis murmured, but she obeyed anyway, her magic tweaking Sonata’s swollen teats gently, milk dripping on her thighs. “She was so sweet and uncorrupted…”

“Hey, I’m still here,” Sonata said kindly between pants. She lovingly brushed a hoof against her partner’s muzzle. “I’m still your ‘little Sonata’, I still like rainbows and kitties and everything, you know that.”

“Oh yes, I do know that…” Chrysalis thought about their bedroom, awful posters covering the walls, cats everywhere, bunnies, flowers… The chamber was more pink than green! Chrysalis would never live in such a room if it wasn’t for the bubbly pony she shared her life with. She was still innocent and pure… Except when they were fucking like wild animals. Then Sonata turned into a raging masochist with a potty mouth to rival Aria. The contrast was striking. “I just didn’t think you would enjoy the birth of our children in such a way.”

“You sound disappointed.” Sonata breathed, enjoying the strongest contraction yet. “But what’s this?” She used her tail to stroke the large cock bumping against her side, the length harder than rock. “You didn’t get one of these when it was Aria or Adagio’s turn to give you little changelings. Am I so special?” Sonata panted, already knowing the answer from the many nights they had spent just holding each-other, kissing and talking.

“Don’t toy with me.” Chrysalis hissed, grinding her cock on Sonata’s flanks.

“Or what, are you going to punish me?” Sonata breathed huskily. This was the sort of game they often played, most of the time ending with Chrysalis pounding Sonata into a wall.

“Your little cunt already has enough on its plate.” Chrysalis ground herself harder, the scent of Sonata’s excitement driving her crazy.

“I do have another hole you could use…” Sonata sang, hiccupping again.

“You have enough difficulties breathing, I won’t…”

“I wasn’t talking about my mouth.”

They both stayed silent, letting the proposition hang in the air. Sonata kept moaning with bated breath, her body preparing for the upcoming ordeal. Chrysalis’ thoughts went spiraling out of control; she had always rebuffed Sonata’s pleas for trying alternate routes of penetration, afraid she would hurt her love. But the pony was now as dilated as she would get. Her cock throbbed intensely as she slowly accepted the idea.

“This is going to hurt.” The changeling said, head spinning with lust.

“I hope so. Don’t hold back.”

“Your hips, they are so narrow…”

“Well you better stretch them so I can push out our babies.”

“You are unbelievable…”

“Thank you. Now fuck my asshole before I pass out.”

Chrysalis scrambled to position herself between Sonata’s open thighs. From there she could see the usually tight slit gaping open, juices running freely, both prenatal fluids and Sonata’s arousal. The river ran over Sonata’s puckered star, her little doughnut quivering with anticipation. It looked so small and fragile, so appetizing. Sonata suddenly squirted, the changeling directly in the path of the pungent shower. The mixture hit Chrysalis’ nostrils like a haymaker, and before she knew it she was rearing up, mounting her love.

“Careful with the babies!” Sonata squealed, protecting her belly with her hooves as the changeling clambered on top of her.

Chrysalis shook her head and shuffled forward, placing her black forehooves on each side of Sonata’s body. She took great care of not putting any pressure on her round stomach. The magic shielding her womb could withstand anything, but they were taking too many chances as it was. Sonata relaxed, lying on her back, as they both stared into each other’s eyes. Chrysalis’ cock instinctually searched for her soaking cunt, but the changeling surrounded the jerking length with her magic, angling herself lower. They both shuddered as the blunt head made contact with her pouting little hole, Sonata squirming as she realized just how much of a stretch this would be. Chrysalis pressed herself more forcefully, but the siren’s ponut stayed resolutely constricted. Huffing the changeling drew her hips back and unleashed her magic, reason leaving her mind.

“Uh, on second thoughts maybe we shouldn’t…” Sonata’s hesitation was cut short as her lover whinnied and humped forward.

She screeched as Chrysalis’ huge cock barreled through her anus, magic preventing any tearing but doing nothing for the searing pain it caused. Sonata’s eyes rolled back as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. If she had though Chrysalis’ girth was uncomfortable in her pussy, it was nothing compared to the delectable agony she was now being put through. Her lover’s cock sank a few inches then stopped, but instead of drawing back and thrusting again Chrysalis just jumped into her, hilting deep inside.

Chrysalis had imagined that Sonata’s ass would be very similar to her pretty cunt, she had never tried anal before. So when her cock sunk into her love’s puckered hole she couldn’t help but stop herself mid thrust: the walls were nothing like she expected, the tightness almost painful. Where Sonata’s pussy was velvety and welcoming, her bowels were rough and dry, the walls irregular and grooved. And It was hot. Hotter than Chrysalis thought possible. If plunging into Sonata’s cunt was like putting her cock into a pot of honey, her ass felt like when she grinded her length on the covers of their bed, whenever they decided to have a little heart to heart and not bang like animals. And Chrysalis decided that she had to have more of this incredible sensation. She shuffled her hooves then sprang forward, burying her cock to the hilt.

Both changeling and siren screamed in excruciating pleasure, Sonata stretched way above her normal limits thanks to the magic, Chrysalis squeezed more tightly than even Aria had ever managed. The changeling soon began to thrust jerkily, each motion agonizing for her and for her love. But the pain was slowly ebbing, each new hump taking away the discomfort as they both got used to this new sensation. The two anal virgins panted in unison as Chrysalis’ cock spurted a generous helping of precum, resolving the dryness issue. The next hump was much smoother, but the siren’s ass still squeezed with an iron grip, the grooved walls sticking to the intruding length like a fleshy suction pad. Each and every motion were both blissful and painful at the same time, Sonata’s powerful anus constricting around Chrysalis’ cock without mercy.

Chrysalis retracted her length until only her flaring head stayed inside, enjoying the squeezing from the siren’s sphincter, then plunged as hard as she could. The lack of cervix against which she could hilt made her thrust go much deeper that she anticipated, her mushrooming head finding itself lodged into the tail end of Sonata’s intestines. The changeling’s balls collided violently on the bed frame, carried by the unstopped hump; sperm brewed vengefully as Chrysalis’ orbs shot into her body. Chrysalis felt her orgasm come at a gallop, and she collapsed on her lover, careful to sustain her weight and not push on her swaying belly. Sonata squealed as she came continuously, her pussy squirting onto the changeling’s belly, and she climbed to new highs when the love of her life brought her black muzzle to hers. At first the siren thought that she would get a visit from mister tentacle tongue, or Lenny as she liked to call it, but Chrysalis contented herself with rubbing her snout against her nose, a chaste eskimo kiss while she pounded her love’s ass into oblivion.

The changeling’s semen rushed into her shaft, intent on filling this new hole with its potent scent, but the onslaught came to a sudden stop. Sonata’s anus was so tight that it formed a restricting band around Chrysalis’ cock, the sphincter denying the changeling her orgasm. Chrysalis snarled at the feeling of her pleasure being kept one breath away from fruition. No matter how much she pushed her cum was too dense to pass through Sonata’s tight seal. Screaming in frustration she tugged at her length to get it out of the constriction sheath, but nothing happened. Sonata was holding her hilted by the sheer force of her anal walls, denying Chrysalis the luxury of escape but also taking away her right to cum. Chrysalis whined as she was tortured into madness, her semen packed at the base of her cock, only a few drops crawling past Sonata’s puckered hole.

Chrysalis’ wings started buzzing frenetically as she tried to extricate herself from the tortuous situation, her flare slowly dragging Sonata’s walls with it. The changeling’s compacted spunk traveled a laborious path down her length as her dick emerged lethargically, the siren’s walls trying to suck it back inside. The flare finally reached Sonata’s powerful anus, and Chrysalis tugged at the last resistance with the energy of desperation. Her semen was just inches from release, but the siren’s sphincter was still holding it back. Chrysalis screamed in frustration as she jumped back. Her flare finally was freed from the crushing confines with a loud *POP*, a torrent of spunk spraying into Sonata’s gaping asshole instantly.

As her puckered hole sealed itself Sonata came down from her unbelievable orgasm, and she felt the changeling’s gooey treat splash against her nethers. She whined softly in protest and Chrysalis was instantly at her side, presenting her spewing cock. Sonata smiled as the thick spunk splattered against her face, before she sealed her lips around the spurting cock hole. She swallowed urgently, now very proficient at dealing with her lover’s mammoth ejaculations. Chrysalis enjoyed watching the bulges go down Sonata’s throat as she gulped down her seed, the insatiable siren clamoring for more as her tongue teased her urethra.

Not even a minute had passed before Sonata unexpectedly released the changeling’s spurting cock and hunched over, wincing in pain. Chrysalis suddenly remembered what they were here to do. The changeling scrambled in a panic, her magic cleaning her lover thoroughly; she could always cover her with more spunk later. When everything was squeaky clean Chrysalis embraced her love again, waiting for the right time.

“They are coming…” Sonata mumbled through her agony.

Chrysalis was instantly between her legs, her magic ready. She watched with bated breath as Sonata’s dilated labia undulated, before the head of her first born appeared. It was a minuscule black foal, worryingly small even for a changeling newborn; in another hive he would have been deemed too weak to be useful. But to Chrysalis he was the most perfect little baby she had ever seen, and the queen started to cry uncontrollably. Chrysalis held the infant carefully as it emerged, his electric blue eyes opening for the first time, blinking owlishly. She carefully severed the umbilical cord with a quick bite, her magic healing the small wound as her precious child started to wail plaintively. Chrysalis kissed his little blunt horn, nuzzling his itty bitty azure frill. She smiled as the wails subsided, then did her best to clean the little foal, being as gentle and caring as possible. Sonata groaned and Chrysalis’ eyes widened when a second black head appeared, coming too quickly: her anal romp had definitely pried Sonata’s hips open, she would have to heal them after this was over. Chrysalis quickly bundled the undersized child in a cocoon of warm resin, before levitating him towards Sonata’s reaching hooves. The siren embraced her first born, cooing, her aura saturated with love. Chrysalis hoped it would be enough nourishment to save the little foal, he was so fragile... She was relieved when she delivered the second foal, a normal sized little changeling this time. She washed, bundled, and lovingly kissed Sonata's second child just like the first.

The process repeated itself seven more times, a decently sized litter of nine. Chrysalis thought that her heart would burst from pride and love, watching her lover cradle the many changeling foals, softly chanting to them with her beautiful siren voice, pendant shinning softly. But something was wrong. Sonata’s belly was still a little swollen, like she still had two or three foals inside, but if that was the case they should have been pushed out already. The painful thought of having stillborns made Chrysalis wince: it had never happened to her before, and she knew her heart would be irremediably shattered if this was the case. Carefully, she sent her magic into Sonata’s now unsealed womb, trying to help her last children, show them the way out.

She was astonished when she found not a couple of changeling foals, but something much larger. She quickly realized that Sonata had been carrying a siren spawn alongside the changeling foals. This was unprecedented: no race had ever produced anything else than changelings during the nuptial flights. The thought of having a siren daughter made Chrysalis’ heart race with excitement, and it was with great care that she helped its greater bulk through Sonata’s passage. Finally Chrysalis could see the minuscule siren’s snout, blue like her mother. The changeling was impatient to see if some of her own features had been transferred to her unlikely offspring, and it was with the greatest care that she helped the newborn siren slide free, looking at the beautiful little miracle, her heart soaring when she saw that it was a cute baby girl.

The newborn siren had her mother’s predominant colors, blue scales all over her little body except the armored plates of her belly which were a deep lavender, and a tiny little red pendant in her chest. She had lovely little purple fins, and when she opened her eyes Chrysalis smiled at her precious purple irises… Wait purple? PURPLE?! PURPLE?! Looking closer the changeling started to see familiar features: the shape of the little siren’s snout, the cut of her fins, the frilled end of her tail… And above all a cute dimple that made the siren look that she was always frowning. Those were not Sonata's features. Those were definitely not her own features. She had seen that dimple in only one other being, in her pony form or her siren form. This was not her offspring. This was her rivals spawn. This was Aria’s ultimate insult.

Chrysalis started to shake with rage, but she was distracted when the newborn siren giggle-snorted, reaching her little blue hooves towards the changeling’s snout. The little thing smiled, a smile oh so similar to Sonata’s. It made Chrysalis' hearth throb painfully, knowing what she had to do. The changeling ways were set in stone: children from rivals were to be terminated, without mercy. They could be a threat to her own progeny. Suddenly she thought about Sonata's first born, so weak and small. Chrysalis realized she had just found the cause for his stunted growth: the siren intruder had parasited him, stealing the energy that should have been his. And suddenly killing the little siren wasn't so hard. The changeling opened her jaws, fangs dripping and ready to sink into the newborn. Chrysalis snarled then struck, jaw closing around her prey. She sunk her teeth into the soft flesh and ripped it apart, blood spraying into her mouth.

The little siren shrieked weakly, but she soon quieted down as Chrysalis healed the umbilical cord she had just bitten through. The changeling cleaned the siren like she had done her own, even kissing the bastard child with reluctant love. She was completely incapable of hurting one of Sonata’s children, even if it wasn’t one of her own. She thought about using her magic to change the malleable newborn’s colors, but she had to admit that she looked very cute as she was. She levitated the little siren to her mother, Sonata gasping when she saw her.

“Oh my gosh!” Sonata gushed. She carefully put the changeling she was holding with the rest of its brethren, lying curled against her side. “I thought we only would have changelings!” She peppered the giggling siren with kisses, hugging her lovingly.

“Yes.” Chrysalis said curtly as Sonata embraced the giggling little siren. “This is unprecedented.”

“Wow she’s so precious! She looks just like me!” Sonata cheered happily. Then her head jerked back, surprised. “And just like… Aria? What?” Sonata’s surprised look slowly morphed into a cringe of disgust as she understood the implication. “That’s impossible!”

“That day in the pool chamber, when you were under us.” The changeling hissed angrily. “You became so loose all of the sudden. It was that bitch!” She snapped her jaws at her own stupidity. “She even smells like your sister!” Chrysalis snarled despite herself, tensing up. She winced when Sonata shot her a panicked look, holding onto her child protectively.

“What are you going to do to her…” Sonata whispered, frightened. Her pendant began to shine dangerously.

“You know me,” Chrysalis rumbled with a straight face. “what do you think I’m going to do?”

“You’re gonna eat her?” Sonata squeaked, almost inaudibly.

“No.” Chrysalis relaxed her stance, then smiled. Sonata instantly became more at ease, used to reading her companion's mood. “I’m going to care for her like I will care for all my other children, and do you know why?”

“Because she’s my kid?” Sonata said gently.

“Because she is our child. Us two. No one else.” Chrysalis proclaimed. “Because I am yours, and you are mine.”

“What about Aria?”

“Not a factor.” Chrysalis growled. “My mate. My child.”

"For realsies?"

"Yes."

“Hmm…” Sonata tilted her head, then smiled. “Hey there, Chryssi junior.” She cooed softly, nuzzling the little siren. “Welcome to the family! Say hello to your mommy.” She held out the newborn to Chrysalis, who smiled despite herself and leaned in, rubbing her snout on her purple belly, making the child giggle again.

“Are you really naming her Chrysalis?” the changeling snorted, strangely not opposed to the idea.

“Junior!” Sonata cheered. She then pouted. “If you would just let me name all the others too…”

“Changelings are named after the initials of their mother, their rank of birth and then their iteration.” Chrysalis shook her head.

“That’s not fun!” Sonata gently lowered the siren amongst her smaller brothers, and then picked her minuscule first born carefully. “I don’t want to call him SD01-00, I want to call him Allegro!”

“If you want you can give our children nicknames.” Chrysalis sighed. “Adagio already gave all our foals one. But don’t forget that before long you will have more children and grand children than you could imagine. Trust me, the changeling system works best.”

“Well I’m still naming them.” Sonata beamed, the changeling chuckling.

She and Chrysalis exchanged a loving kiss, bathing their children in love. The changeling then levitated Sonata towards the nursery bed, where she would be able to let her children suckle while she recuperated from the ordeal. The foals and baby siren followed, floating in the emerald cloud as the cocoons around the little changelings dissolved into thin air, letting them able to crawl around. The pony mother noted that Chrysalis took extra care to position the littlest foal nearest her swollen breasts; she would take extra care of Allegro. Sonata expected the changeling to join her but Chrysalis marched purposely to the nursery exit.

“Where are you going Chryssi?” Sonata called groggily, quickly falling asleep.

“I’ll be right back my love.” Chrysalis glanced back with a smile, but the siren noted that her eyes were once again completely black. The shark-like gaze made Sonata exhale in exasperation. “I’m just going to kill Aria and I’ll come back.”

“Again?!” Sonata mumbled, eyes closing. “You say you're going to kill her at least twice a week, it’s getting old.”

“This time I mean it.”

“Sure.” Sonata slurred, instinctually holding her thighs open to let her little rascals nurse. The newborn siren was more interested by Sonata’s red pendant, rubbing her snout on its surface. “Just tell her to stay away from Junior after you’re done playing, I don’t want her near our little girnnrrrrrh” Sonata fell soundly asleep, snoring softly.

Chrysalis gave her mate one last loving look, then she lunged and raced like a cheetah, tearing through the hive, her magic locating her prey.

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Back in Adagio’s chambers Aria was gnawing on her own hooves in worry, under the unamused gaze of her sister.

“Think it’s over?” Aria asked, rocking back and forth.

“I don’t know.” Adagio sighed. “Being so small, Sonata could have some issues giving birth. Especially to a siren.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Relax, if that had happened I’m pretty sure we would have heard…”

“ARIA YOU BITCH!!!”

“Oh, there it is.” Adagio said calmly. She didn’t bat an eye as her sister zipped out of her room, fleeing for her life in what had become a regular occurrence. Adagio sighed and went back to care for her little foals, smiling as she nuzzled each and everyone of them. She may still dislike the changeling queen, but she had to admit that the little drones were now the most important thing in her life. Just next to having her revenge of course.

Her ears perked when she heard Aria scream like a little girl as Chrysalis howled, followed by the ovations from the army of little Arias, drawn to the chaos like moths to a fire. The little changelings always enjoyed their mothers' brutal fights, taking sides, cheering for one or the other. They fueled the conflict with their magical voices, all the while absorbing Chrysalis and Aria's energy, leaving the both of them exhausted before they could really harm one another. Then the herd of purple changelings would crowd around the downed combatants, lovingly snuggling with their passed out mothers. It was the only time they were quiet. Adagio sighed irritably, but the presence of her children soon calmed her down. Smiling contently she closed her eyes and hummed a lullaby, finding peace amongst her foals, drowning out the distant murderous roars, cries for mercy and cheers for blood.

One particular high-pitched scream was heard all the way to the surface, startling a sleeping blue jay. The bird twittered and flew into the rosy sky, the sun beginning to rise over the horizon. The land slowly awakened to a beautiful new day, ignorant of the impending disaster brewing under the earth. The hive would grow strong and numerous, the uneasy alliance of changelings and sirens announcing Equestria’s inevitable doom. But the peaceful nation wouldn't go down without a fight. A group of ponies were already doing their best to prepare for Chrysalis’ eventual return, warned by a drone trying to do the right thing. But that’s another story.