Your Deepest Desires

"More about me?" Queen Moxxi gives you a pleasantly surprised smile, placing one hoof against her chest. "Mmmh, well, I'm three hundred years old, I migrated out of Chrysalis' hive two hundred years ago, and I have two hundred and sixteen children living here with me." No sooner does she sip down the last of her water than the little changeling from before returns to fill both of your glasses to the brim. "This is Skotch, my first child and eventual successor."

"Not for a long time, Mistress." Skotch gives her a worried look. "Skotch doesn't like it when you talk like that..."

Moxxi chuckles and runs a hoof affectionately over the top of his head. "Thank you, Skotch, but I have no plans to go anywhere for a long time." A relieved smile spreads across the smaller changeling's face as he turns to leave.

Moxxi turns her eyes back toward you with a mischievous twinkle. "Do you have a problem with MILFs?" She chuckles. "This may make me sound shallow by pony standards, but I really do enjoy mating more than anything else... with magic coming in a close second. There was one particular magician who came to town recently who was quite the showpony. The spells were simplistic, but the show was a true spectacle."

Letting the glass sit on the carpet beside her, Moxxi stretches out on her back across the beanbag chair, letting her head almost touch the carpet. "I don't know why you're so interested in me, but it's kind of nice having somepony to just talk to. If you have any more questions feel free to ask away. Or we can get down to business any time, of course."

"Are ponies the only thing you can turn into?"

"Do changelings fart?"

"Do you ever get lonely?"

"Can I have sex with you?"

"I'm ready to get down to business."