Draconian Loveby PonyessChaptersA Stand In: 1An Episode of Consummation: 2The Morning After..: 3A New Day: 4A Stand In: 1Author's Note Chrysalis' POV Previous Chapter - Draconian Love Next Chapter - An Episode of Consummation - A Stand In: 1 . I had trotted into the building, in the guise of a white Unicorm mare. She was known by the name of Rarity, and a Fashionista who was respected and sought for. I had expected this to be a simple move. There is the one unforeseen issue, a Dragon known by the name Spike who was with the Alicorn known as Twilight Sparkle; who had ascended to the throne as Alicorn, not too far back. Why, oh why would she have him running lose on this particular day? Yet, it is too late to withdraw, and I can’t show my face at this time. “Rarity!” he exclaimed, as he saw my face. “Spikey, Waikey!” I responded, in fear of recognition. . I had been banished once, I can afford no second time now. What I was looking for; is something I could not let any Pony, or Changeling know of; not at this time. If I had been caught, red hooves now, I would certainly have blown more than my cover. The secret would have been out amongst the once who knew how to use the fact, and I fear they would destroy everything I had left. What little I still do have left; that is. This is much larger than me, or even the shattered Hive I have at my disposal. I am still the same Changeling I had been hatched as, true and through; no changing the colours now. To save; what I had in mind, and what I had before me; to do the only thing I can; even when I already did know just how wrong it was, even before I heard his voice. . “I love you, Rarity!” he declared; right out of the blue, and it hit me as lightning from a clear sky. “I love you, Spikey, Wikey!” I had responded. Did I pass the test? I feel a shiver through my body, from the tip of the muzzle and all the way to the end of my tail. Yet, the response is a shock; nonetheless. It is what could not be, and I feel all the stronger because of it. A Dragon could actually love? I had been taught that Dragons harboured only Greed, and nothing but. Apparently, I had been wrong. I took it upon me, and reached out, hugging him tightly; for all it had been worth. There is a new shiver, and a dizzy feeling emanating from my guts. Something is horridly wrong; but something else is justifying the act I could not withhold, or withdraw. Not now, and not ever. As I finally did let go of him; he abruptly jumped up, and sat comfortably on my back. Just the same way I had known he had been riding Twilight Sparkle around, all over Equestria. If I threw him of now, I would have blown my cover. The problem is that I had realized, just how much I enjoy having him, just where he is. His weight is negligible to me, but what is there, is the driving force behind his emotions. I am clearly intoxicated; in ways I had no preparations for, or experience of. I am clearly compromised; but as of yet, I had not blown my cover. . I have a decision, and it is clearly urgent; do I share the love from him, or do I hold it in, all for myself; knowing how it is affecting me right now. The love is intoxicating, like that of no Pony I had ever had the fortune to be close enough to feed on. How would it affect my minions; if they were to share, what I have before me, right now? Could I compromise my position on other locals, by sharing? I dare not take that chance. Maybe I could salvage myself, from what is to come; yet, if I were to compromising others, I would have lost all, most certainly. . What little we do know about Dragons; are old facts, very old facts. Mainly from before the time we had been split off from the Ponies we now feed upon, in order to save our lives. We can no longer live without this Love, or we would basically suffocate. To us; the Dragons are known to be large, and greedy beasts; but clever, and resourceful. Not something you trifle with; for no good reason, and most likely not even then. Their greed is running too deep and is too strong for us to attempt to infiltrate at any time. Not even knowing if we even could. Knowing the risks, it had never been deemed worth the risk. We have no need for what they have; at least, not as far as we knew before. Now, maybe that is different? All of a sudden, something struck me; the greed is what is intoxicating me. I am taking in the full spread of his emotions, not just the Love. Only now, I can not shield myself; not that I could have before, and it is too late to step back nonetheless. . Of course, taking him up on my back is compromising me, and the goal I had before me; yet, there is no stepping back. Maybe, I could ride this storm; in the hopes that what I will get out of it is still worth what I had to sacrifice. Or, had I merely turned myself into his minion? Am I a mere minion of a Dragon of all the Equestrian creatures? From what I know of him, he is not even in his teens yet; but he is still fully capable of dishing out more Love than I had been prepared for. Why do I have this throwback; to when I had attempted to take over the Canterlot Wedding, and abduct Shining Armour, the Captain of their Royal Guard? I had been leaching of, of the Love he had reserved for his beloved, dear Princes Cadance. . In the end, I had found myself forced to give up on my original mission. On the note; that I am both intoxicated, and compromised. Yet, to this point; I don’t think I had my cover blown. What if I had my cover blown at this point? What I did not know; is what is the result of the breeding between a Mare, and a male Dragon like Spike; but I have even less and idea, as to what it would have been, if I as a Changeling Queen would have been the one to hatch the offspring. Or, was I forced to give birth? On second thought; that is the Pony way. The problem is how the Hybrid would act, and what is to come out of it. An Episode of Consummation: 2Author's Note Spike's POV Previous Chapter - A Stand In Next Chapter - The Morning After.. - An Episode of Consummation: 2 . I had noticed how Rarity, my Rarity was a bit on the giddy side, and uncharacteristically excitable. She had been agreeing, and expressed her love rather openly, to me. It is what I had been dreaming of, just to hear her express these feelings for me openly; for all these years, from the day I had set my eyes on her. Now, it seems as if I was actually to finally have, what I had been yearning for. I knew I could wait, but you never want to wait, for what you want right now. . Apparently, she had carried me to the room, where she was staying, for as long as she was to stay at the Royal castle in Canterlot. I am so happy, excited. I had noticed how she was reacting on how I feel, even if I guess she had been a bit too readily acting on what I had been feeling all day. Whatever caused it, I am not about to knock the opportunity, or change my luck, not now after all these years, when it finally did go as I had been hoping for. . It is, as if there was something that prompted me to keep me close, or as close as possible at all times; that would be on her back, by the looks of it. She had lovingly offered me gems, several times, or whenever she was having a meal herself. Maybe I couldn’t blame her, even if it was a bit more than I had been expecting. Now, at the end of the day as Celestia’s sun is slowly going down; I had gotten to the heart of it, and reached her room. Only now, she is even more giddy. The further she had been carrying me, the more excited had she been, and the less was my weight pulling her down; I guess Love does have the effect on a Mare. If only I had known and realized, just how true it may be, or which mare I had been riding all day. “Spikey, Wikey; I want you to share my bed, tonight!” she had finally declared. “Certainly, my dear; for you I would do just about anything!” I responded. Of course, she is just as meticulous with the bed as I knew she always was; she isn’t about to give anything up, right about now. How was I to know that the mare I had actually been riding all day, is just as meticulous about her bed; as my Rarity ever were? I guess this is telling us something about me, but also how little I know of the mare. Maybe it is, as if I had been riding our dear Celestia around in the castle all day, but in which case I would have known it all along. . I carefully slipped in under the soft quilt of high quality Royal fabric. She soon followed me in from the other side of the large bed. Of course, I had been here before in the Royal castle, just not in the bed. Twilight was a very different Pony back then, and I still do not share her bed in any manner or capacity, even if I guess I have been happy where I was. . There had been all these little hints, but as long as I had no reason to doubt the mare I had been with, I never looked into what she actually had been telling me all day. Maybe I should have, or maybe, it is just as good I never did. What would have been gained by calling the bluff? I have been happy, riding my love and she eagerly did feed me as many gems as I wanted, and the tastier once at that. Was it the brilliant white coat, the perfectly managed mane or the style I had originally fallen in love with? I guess I still do have it all, even if the heart of the mare is different from what I had been expecting. For one, there is one particular reservation that had melted away fairly quickly; she has no problem with me being a Dragon. Now she is having me in bed, and something is telling me just where it is about to go. Should I protest or regret, where this is going? For now, I had chosen to go with what I had, for as long as it goes my way. I relay on Future Spike to take what is coming, for as long as Present Spike can enjoy his day. I am not emptying tubs of ice-cream, so I don’t expect any tummy-aches by tomorrow. With a mare in the bed, it is actually she who is going to have the aches in her tummy, not I. On that note, I just hope she is not giving birth to a monstrosity, but that is still for tomorrow. This is still how I am reacting, even after my previous bout with my future self. . “Come here; Spikey, Wikey!” she cooed, even if she had been warming up even more than I had expected. What I hear is not a mare intoxicated, but a warm and loving one; the one I had fallen in love with at first sight, and apparently managed to keep the torch burning brightly through thick and thin, throughout all these years. She is clearly pulling closer towards me, desiring me by her side and in dire need of my warmth. If I had but known who I had beside me, or why she was here; not to mention, the reason behind her growing desire of having me this close to her. “Of course; my dearest Rarity!” I cooed, in response. I could feel something pulling me towards her with increasing intensity, yet it is no magic of the kind Rarity would have been applying by any means. Little by little, she was realing me in, and like the lovesick little Dragon I am, I am following her every move closer and closer to her; and to what I had always wanted. Only this time, I am about to be awarded with more than I had originally been desiring in the first place. Not just that she is no mere Unicorn of Ponyville in the first place. Aspirations aside, but she never was going for quite the height I am about to set my claws upon. The Morning After..: 3Author's Note Chrysalis' POV Previous Chapter - An Episode of Consummation Next Chapter - A New Day - The Morning After..: 3 . I feel the light of Celestia’s sun playing over my face, more than I am aware of the general level of light in the room in which I had found myself; as I woke up. Apparently, there are drawbacks in the connection between the chosen form, the Pony I had been impersonating; from the perspective of the Changeling being the impersonator, which would be me in this case. “Aww, my head!” I moaned, suffering from a severe hangover and the headache that inevitably came with it. Only this is no mere regular hangover, from common alcohol induced intoxication. Had that been the case, I could have rid my system fairly easily; even in this poor state. Had it been a regular hangover, I would not have felt this good, or the general high, either. I am certainly pinned down; between the Rock and the infamous hard place, right there. . I had just noticed the cause of the impediment in which I had found myself, there is a Dragon in the bed; I had apparently shared my bed with him all night. Had I been sleeping with him? It had been unthinkable, until I had gone to the same bed as him; the Dragon that had been riding on my back the entire previous day. There had been no escaping him or his presence, once he set his eyes on me, and his desire slowly invaded my mind. I had taken that bittersweet pill of a Dragons Love and Greed in an uncommonly thick mix. Maybe it was the desire lacing his emotion that had glued me under him, but now it is too late to turn back and run. It isn’t in the risk of exposure, or chancing the rest of what I have left of my hive. For all intents and purposes, my former Hive is forfeit to me now. The chances and risks are mote to me in this state. I could as well let go of them and have them make it on their own, as best they could; making it by their own devices. . What I had engaged, and what the choices had turned me into can not be reversed. I have no turning back. Of all the mates I could have been choosing, I had an adolescent Dragon on my shoulders. I had pulled him in and made him into my mate. Had it been a regular Pony, I may have been shunned by both sides; but I could have taken that hooves down any day. Now my fate had been locked with one that may outlive any of my common potential mates. Dragons are known to be long lived, and the one I have is barely ready for what is upon his shoulders now. There is the one advantage of the Dragon, he is not averted by the notion of his mate laying Eggs, but how long will it take me, and how long does it take our eggs to hatch? There is no knowledge of what I just put my hoof into. . Eggs, Eggs, Eggs. “Why am I thinking of eggs?” I pondered. Aside from the fact; that I apparently had chosen a new path for myself, and a fate I dare not truly think of, not right now, and most likely not ever. Of course, now I am bound to find out; where one who chose to live by and mate a Dragon is fated to go. I can no longer avoid, what I had chosen. Rejecting him would not change what I had become, and where I am going; I could as well take him with me, for what little good it may do me. My time is slowly ticking away for me; tick, tock, tick tock; I am bound to the sleigh and where it is taking me. Sorry, I do not believe in a hereafter. Maybe there is one for Ponies, and their likes. Even the Zebra and the Deer; but for a Changeling, there could be no such thing. Is it a blessing or a curse, to me one such as I? Am I to be long lived, or forever cursed to die well before my time? It is natural; that that old beast of a Daemon was to find me here, and at this point in time. Maybe there is no escape. Is there even a point in trying to bite back? . Strange how the old Daemon had managed to push me even closer to him, the one I should have feared. Not so much for strength or curiosity, but for what it is representing to me to mate him, and to mate with him. A Dragon is one of the least favourable mates, from the viewpoint on which I had been standing. Now something else hit me, I couldn’t disengage the Hive and the mind that goes with it. Am I suffering from the intoxication, or are there something with him? I can’t say at this point. Am I about to betray my people, and everything we were and stood for? Or, am I about to be their salvation? Fate is indeed cruel. - . There it is, and I feel a new wave of what I had always been desiring; both for myself and for all who are standing with me. Now, do I dare accepting it for myself? I have little choice, and the choices are quickly dwindling down to nothing. I reach out, touching him in the manner I should a mate of my own. I feel him under my touch and hoof, but this is no Changeling. Yet, I still do feel him, right there beside me; the sire of the next clutch of my eggs. Our eggs, as it were; I hastily correct myself before the word is taking root. I have to accept who I am and what I had done. Lying to myself only tell me just how far I had sunk. I can never accept to sink that low, not even in the depth of depression and under the influence of an intoxicant as strong as that of Draconian greed. Strange, this Dragon is much older than his size had told me. Had the Ponies weened him off of his natural greed this effectively? I can barely believe what I am feeling. Yet, he is still there by my side and under my very hoof. . It is a curse, to prolong the inevitable; when you already know there is nothing you can do to change your ill fortune, or a poorly considered choice. If my choice was poor and ill concieved, but there it is; I did what I did, and there is nothing I can do to change what is to come. In a sense, I guess I am fortunate, having a few more days in which to come to terms with what is before me. As a matter of fact, there is a week; even if there is a chance his Draconian genetics may screw that up. Dragons are not Changelings; neither in magic, nor in genetics. How this will change who I am, and what it is already doing to me; is what I am about to explore throughout the coming week. There is the obvious, and I am going to lay an egg by then. If I am lucky, I am only laying one, but short of that, I have a day’s reprieve between them. A New Day: 4Author's Note Spike's POV Previous Chapter - The Morning After.. Next Chapter - Waking Up - A New Day: 4 . Of course I had been excited, when I encountered my dear Rarity here at the castle. I had seen a moment of hesitation in her eyes, but since she never offered any explanation as to how or why my presence would be inconvenient; I jumped up on her back and enjoyed the ride, just as royally as usual. Everything had been looking up and it was seemingly fine, just that I couldn’t help but notice how she started to be distracted as if she had been intoxicated; not that I have all that much experience with these things, as my friends rarely even mention the subject and I myself am I Dragon which means I am not reacting to alcohol the way Ponies do. . Naturally, she only had one bed in the room she has at the castle, so she decided on sharing it with me. The beds in the Royal castle are quite large and easily hold two Ponies, or one Pony and a smoall Dragon like me. Once in bed, one thing led to the next. Should I have been protesting or refusing what she offered me? Sorry, I have serious problems in that particular department; just like Fluttershy has problems in standing up to herself. I may be young and inexperienced, but she certainly had managed to make me enjoy myself; at quite some effort on her part, I may add. If only I had realized; just how much of an effort she had put into it, in making me enjoy it with her at the time. Or, if I had understood just why she had put in all the effort into making me enjoying it with her. . While she herself had a fabulous salad with stylish and crisp vegetables with tea, she had managed to prepare a salad of baby gems for me. This is the Royal castle of Canterlot, so I guess it isn’t too much of a challenge on her part; knowing how I do love my gems, being a Dragon. I had been crunching on my gems, slowly; while she sipped soundlessly on her tea in the manner of a true Lady, and slowly enjoying the salad she had before her. It all amounted to a serene moment with my love, I did never expect anything more than this. Why should I? I am struggling with reining in the urges of greed, ever since Zecora gave me the first lesson in managing it. Besides, why expect more than you have reason to belive to be there? Impatience never gave me anything other than boredom and sorrow anyway. After the meal; she had done the dishes in order to leave the kitchen in just as fabulous a manner as she found it, even if I guess it is shimmering just a tad more than when I entered the room.
A Stand In: 1Author's Note Chrysalis' POV Previous Chapter - Draconian Love Next Chapter - An Episode of Consummation - A Stand In: 1 . I had trotted into the building, in the guise of a white Unicorm mare. She was known by the name of Rarity, and a Fashionista who was respected and sought for. I had expected this to be a simple move. There is the one unforeseen issue, a Dragon known by the name Spike who was with the Alicorn known as Twilight Sparkle; who had ascended to the throne as Alicorn, not too far back. Why, oh why would she have him running lose on this particular day? Yet, it is too late to withdraw, and I can’t show my face at this time. “Rarity!” he exclaimed, as he saw my face. “Spikey, Waikey!” I responded, in fear of recognition. . I had been banished once, I can afford no second time now. What I was looking for; is something I could not let any Pony, or Changeling know of; not at this time. If I had been caught, red hooves now, I would certainly have blown more than my cover. The secret would have been out amongst the once who knew how to use the fact, and I fear they would destroy everything I had left. What little I still do have left; that is. This is much larger than me, or even the shattered Hive I have at my disposal. I am still the same Changeling I had been hatched as, true and through; no changing the colours now. To save; what I had in mind, and what I had before me; to do the only thing I can; even when I already did know just how wrong it was, even before I heard his voice. . “I love you, Rarity!” he declared; right out of the blue, and it hit me as lightning from a clear sky. “I love you, Spikey, Wikey!” I had responded. Did I pass the test? I feel a shiver through my body, from the tip of the muzzle and all the way to the end of my tail. Yet, the response is a shock; nonetheless. It is what could not be, and I feel all the stronger because of it. A Dragon could actually love? I had been taught that Dragons harboured only Greed, and nothing but. Apparently, I had been wrong. I took it upon me, and reached out, hugging him tightly; for all it had been worth. There is a new shiver, and a dizzy feeling emanating from my guts. Something is horridly wrong; but something else is justifying the act I could not withhold, or withdraw. Not now, and not ever. As I finally did let go of him; he abruptly jumped up, and sat comfortably on my back. Just the same way I had known he had been riding Twilight Sparkle around, all over Equestria. If I threw him of now, I would have blown my cover. The problem is that I had realized, just how much I enjoy having him, just where he is. His weight is negligible to me, but what is there, is the driving force behind his emotions. I am clearly intoxicated; in ways I had no preparations for, or experience of. I am clearly compromised; but as of yet, I had not blown my cover. . I have a decision, and it is clearly urgent; do I share the love from him, or do I hold it in, all for myself; knowing how it is affecting me right now. The love is intoxicating, like that of no Pony I had ever had the fortune to be close enough to feed on. How would it affect my minions; if they were to share, what I have before me, right now? Could I compromise my position on other locals, by sharing? I dare not take that chance. Maybe I could salvage myself, from what is to come; yet, if I were to compromising others, I would have lost all, most certainly. . What little we do know about Dragons; are old facts, very old facts. Mainly from before the time we had been split off from the Ponies we now feed upon, in order to save our lives. We can no longer live without this Love, or we would basically suffocate. To us; the Dragons are known to be large, and greedy beasts; but clever, and resourceful. Not something you trifle with; for no good reason, and most likely not even then. Their greed is running too deep and is too strong for us to attempt to infiltrate at any time. Not even knowing if we even could. Knowing the risks, it had never been deemed worth the risk. We have no need for what they have; at least, not as far as we knew before. Now, maybe that is different? All of a sudden, something struck me; the greed is what is intoxicating me. I am taking in the full spread of his emotions, not just the Love. Only now, I can not shield myself; not that I could have before, and it is too late to step back nonetheless. . Of course, taking him up on my back is compromising me, and the goal I had before me; yet, there is no stepping back. Maybe, I could ride this storm; in the hopes that what I will get out of it is still worth what I had to sacrifice. Or, had I merely turned myself into his minion? Am I a mere minion of a Dragon of all the Equestrian creatures? From what I know of him, he is not even in his teens yet; but he is still fully capable of dishing out more Love than I had been prepared for. Why do I have this throwback; to when I had attempted to take over the Canterlot Wedding, and abduct Shining Armour, the Captain of their Royal Guard? I had been leaching of, of the Love he had reserved for his beloved, dear Princes Cadance. . In the end, I had found myself forced to give up on my original mission. On the note; that I am both intoxicated, and compromised. Yet, to this point; I don’t think I had my cover blown. What if I had my cover blown at this point? What I did not know; is what is the result of the breeding between a Mare, and a male Dragon like Spike; but I have even less and idea, as to what it would have been, if I as a Changeling Queen would have been the one to hatch the offspring. Or, was I forced to give birth? On second thought; that is the Pony way. The problem is how the Hybrid would act, and what is to come out of it.
An Episode of Consummation: 2Author's Note Spike's POV Previous Chapter - A Stand In Next Chapter - The Morning After.. - An Episode of Consummation: 2 . I had noticed how Rarity, my Rarity was a bit on the giddy side, and uncharacteristically excitable. She had been agreeing, and expressed her love rather openly, to me. It is what I had been dreaming of, just to hear her express these feelings for me openly; for all these years, from the day I had set my eyes on her. Now, it seems as if I was actually to finally have, what I had been yearning for. I knew I could wait, but you never want to wait, for what you want right now. . Apparently, she had carried me to the room, where she was staying, for as long as she was to stay at the Royal castle in Canterlot. I am so happy, excited. I had noticed how she was reacting on how I feel, even if I guess she had been a bit too readily acting on what I had been feeling all day. Whatever caused it, I am not about to knock the opportunity, or change my luck, not now after all these years, when it finally did go as I had been hoping for. . It is, as if there was something that prompted me to keep me close, or as close as possible at all times; that would be on her back, by the looks of it. She had lovingly offered me gems, several times, or whenever she was having a meal herself. Maybe I couldn’t blame her, even if it was a bit more than I had been expecting. Now, at the end of the day as Celestia’s sun is slowly going down; I had gotten to the heart of it, and reached her room. Only now, she is even more giddy. The further she had been carrying me, the more excited had she been, and the less was my weight pulling her down; I guess Love does have the effect on a Mare. If only I had known and realized, just how true it may be, or which mare I had been riding all day. “Spikey, Wikey; I want you to share my bed, tonight!” she had finally declared. “Certainly, my dear; for you I would do just about anything!” I responded. Of course, she is just as meticulous with the bed as I knew she always was; she isn’t about to give anything up, right about now. How was I to know that the mare I had actually been riding all day, is just as meticulous about her bed; as my Rarity ever were? I guess this is telling us something about me, but also how little I know of the mare. Maybe it is, as if I had been riding our dear Celestia around in the castle all day, but in which case I would have known it all along. . I carefully slipped in under the soft quilt of high quality Royal fabric. She soon followed me in from the other side of the large bed. Of course, I had been here before in the Royal castle, just not in the bed. Twilight was a very different Pony back then, and I still do not share her bed in any manner or capacity, even if I guess I have been happy where I was. . There had been all these little hints, but as long as I had no reason to doubt the mare I had been with, I never looked into what she actually had been telling me all day. Maybe I should have, or maybe, it is just as good I never did. What would have been gained by calling the bluff? I have been happy, riding my love and she eagerly did feed me as many gems as I wanted, and the tastier once at that. Was it the brilliant white coat, the perfectly managed mane or the style I had originally fallen in love with? I guess I still do have it all, even if the heart of the mare is different from what I had been expecting. For one, there is one particular reservation that had melted away fairly quickly; she has no problem with me being a Dragon. Now she is having me in bed, and something is telling me just where it is about to go. Should I protest or regret, where this is going? For now, I had chosen to go with what I had, for as long as it goes my way. I relay on Future Spike to take what is coming, for as long as Present Spike can enjoy his day. I am not emptying tubs of ice-cream, so I don’t expect any tummy-aches by tomorrow. With a mare in the bed, it is actually she who is going to have the aches in her tummy, not I. On that note, I just hope she is not giving birth to a monstrosity, but that is still for tomorrow. This is still how I am reacting, even after my previous bout with my future self. . “Come here; Spikey, Wikey!” she cooed, even if she had been warming up even more than I had expected. What I hear is not a mare intoxicated, but a warm and loving one; the one I had fallen in love with at first sight, and apparently managed to keep the torch burning brightly through thick and thin, throughout all these years. She is clearly pulling closer towards me, desiring me by her side and in dire need of my warmth. If I had but known who I had beside me, or why she was here; not to mention, the reason behind her growing desire of having me this close to her. “Of course; my dearest Rarity!” I cooed, in response. I could feel something pulling me towards her with increasing intensity, yet it is no magic of the kind Rarity would have been applying by any means. Little by little, she was realing me in, and like the lovesick little Dragon I am, I am following her every move closer and closer to her; and to what I had always wanted. Only this time, I am about to be awarded with more than I had originally been desiring in the first place. Not just that she is no mere Unicorn of Ponyville in the first place. Aspirations aside, but she never was going for quite the height I am about to set my claws upon.
The Morning After..: 3Author's Note Chrysalis' POV Previous Chapter - An Episode of Consummation Next Chapter - A New Day - The Morning After..: 3 . I feel the light of Celestia’s sun playing over my face, more than I am aware of the general level of light in the room in which I had found myself; as I woke up. Apparently, there are drawbacks in the connection between the chosen form, the Pony I had been impersonating; from the perspective of the Changeling being the impersonator, which would be me in this case. “Aww, my head!” I moaned, suffering from a severe hangover and the headache that inevitably came with it. Only this is no mere regular hangover, from common alcohol induced intoxication. Had that been the case, I could have rid my system fairly easily; even in this poor state. Had it been a regular hangover, I would not have felt this good, or the general high, either. I am certainly pinned down; between the Rock and the infamous hard place, right there. . I had just noticed the cause of the impediment in which I had found myself, there is a Dragon in the bed; I had apparently shared my bed with him all night. Had I been sleeping with him? It had been unthinkable, until I had gone to the same bed as him; the Dragon that had been riding on my back the entire previous day. There had been no escaping him or his presence, once he set his eyes on me, and his desire slowly invaded my mind. I had taken that bittersweet pill of a Dragons Love and Greed in an uncommonly thick mix. Maybe it was the desire lacing his emotion that had glued me under him, but now it is too late to turn back and run. It isn’t in the risk of exposure, or chancing the rest of what I have left of my hive. For all intents and purposes, my former Hive is forfeit to me now. The chances and risks are mote to me in this state. I could as well let go of them and have them make it on their own, as best they could; making it by their own devices. . What I had engaged, and what the choices had turned me into can not be reversed. I have no turning back. Of all the mates I could have been choosing, I had an adolescent Dragon on my shoulders. I had pulled him in and made him into my mate. Had it been a regular Pony, I may have been shunned by both sides; but I could have taken that hooves down any day. Now my fate had been locked with one that may outlive any of my common potential mates. Dragons are known to be long lived, and the one I have is barely ready for what is upon his shoulders now. There is the one advantage of the Dragon, he is not averted by the notion of his mate laying Eggs, but how long will it take me, and how long does it take our eggs to hatch? There is no knowledge of what I just put my hoof into. . Eggs, Eggs, Eggs. “Why am I thinking of eggs?” I pondered. Aside from the fact; that I apparently had chosen a new path for myself, and a fate I dare not truly think of, not right now, and most likely not ever. Of course, now I am bound to find out; where one who chose to live by and mate a Dragon is fated to go. I can no longer avoid, what I had chosen. Rejecting him would not change what I had become, and where I am going; I could as well take him with me, for what little good it may do me. My time is slowly ticking away for me; tick, tock, tick tock; I am bound to the sleigh and where it is taking me. Sorry, I do not believe in a hereafter. Maybe there is one for Ponies, and their likes. Even the Zebra and the Deer; but for a Changeling, there could be no such thing. Is it a blessing or a curse, to me one such as I? Am I to be long lived, or forever cursed to die well before my time? It is natural; that that old beast of a Daemon was to find me here, and at this point in time. Maybe there is no escape. Is there even a point in trying to bite back? . Strange how the old Daemon had managed to push me even closer to him, the one I should have feared. Not so much for strength or curiosity, but for what it is representing to me to mate him, and to mate with him. A Dragon is one of the least favourable mates, from the viewpoint on which I had been standing. Now something else hit me, I couldn’t disengage the Hive and the mind that goes with it. Am I suffering from the intoxication, or are there something with him? I can’t say at this point. Am I about to betray my people, and everything we were and stood for? Or, am I about to be their salvation? Fate is indeed cruel. - . There it is, and I feel a new wave of what I had always been desiring; both for myself and for all who are standing with me. Now, do I dare accepting it for myself? I have little choice, and the choices are quickly dwindling down to nothing. I reach out, touching him in the manner I should a mate of my own. I feel him under my touch and hoof, but this is no Changeling. Yet, I still do feel him, right there beside me; the sire of the next clutch of my eggs. Our eggs, as it were; I hastily correct myself before the word is taking root. I have to accept who I am and what I had done. Lying to myself only tell me just how far I had sunk. I can never accept to sink that low, not even in the depth of depression and under the influence of an intoxicant as strong as that of Draconian greed. Strange, this Dragon is much older than his size had told me. Had the Ponies weened him off of his natural greed this effectively? I can barely believe what I am feeling. Yet, he is still there by my side and under my very hoof. . It is a curse, to prolong the inevitable; when you already know there is nothing you can do to change your ill fortune, or a poorly considered choice. If my choice was poor and ill concieved, but there it is; I did what I did, and there is nothing I can do to change what is to come. In a sense, I guess I am fortunate, having a few more days in which to come to terms with what is before me. As a matter of fact, there is a week; even if there is a chance his Draconian genetics may screw that up. Dragons are not Changelings; neither in magic, nor in genetics. How this will change who I am, and what it is already doing to me; is what I am about to explore throughout the coming week. There is the obvious, and I am going to lay an egg by then. If I am lucky, I am only laying one, but short of that, I have a day’s reprieve between them.
A New Day: 4Author's Note Spike's POV Previous Chapter - The Morning After.. Next Chapter - Waking Up - A New Day: 4 . Of course I had been excited, when I encountered my dear Rarity here at the castle. I had seen a moment of hesitation in her eyes, but since she never offered any explanation as to how or why my presence would be inconvenient; I jumped up on her back and enjoyed the ride, just as royally as usual. Everything had been looking up and it was seemingly fine, just that I couldn’t help but notice how she started to be distracted as if she had been intoxicated; not that I have all that much experience with these things, as my friends rarely even mention the subject and I myself am I Dragon which means I am not reacting to alcohol the way Ponies do. . Naturally, she only had one bed in the room she has at the castle, so she decided on sharing it with me. The beds in the Royal castle are quite large and easily hold two Ponies, or one Pony and a smoall Dragon like me. Once in bed, one thing led to the next. Should I have been protesting or refusing what she offered me? Sorry, I have serious problems in that particular department; just like Fluttershy has problems in standing up to herself. I may be young and inexperienced, but she certainly had managed to make me enjoy myself; at quite some effort on her part, I may add. If only I had realized; just how much of an effort she had put into it, in making me enjoy it with her at the time. Or, if I had understood just why she had put in all the effort into making me enjoying it with her. . While she herself had a fabulous salad with stylish and crisp vegetables with tea, she had managed to prepare a salad of baby gems for me. This is the Royal castle of Canterlot, so I guess it isn’t too much of a challenge on her part; knowing how I do love my gems, being a Dragon. I had been crunching on my gems, slowly; while she sipped soundlessly on her tea in the manner of a true Lady, and slowly enjoying the salad she had before her. It all amounted to a serene moment with my love, I did never expect anything more than this. Why should I? I am struggling with reining in the urges of greed, ever since Zecora gave me the first lesson in managing it. Besides, why expect more than you have reason to belive to be there? Impatience never gave me anything other than boredom and sorrow anyway. After the meal; she had done the dishes in order to leave the kitchen in just as fabulous a manner as she found it, even if I guess it is shimmering just a tad more than when I entered the room.
