Author's Note

Queen Chrysalis' POV

Meeting Destiny and Followers: 5

”I hear a knock on the door, Twilight. I had better go and open, they are expecting me!” I exclaimed, prompted by a thumping of a hoof on the door.

“Certainly, you can’t make your subjects waiting more than the etiquette demands out of you; something I have been forced to learn as a Princess!” Twilight Sparkle responded, with a small giggle to her voice.

“Thank you, Princess Twilight; I still have my dignity and a reputation to uphold. I can’t gallop around like a little filly who has no responsibility in the world!” I put forth, as I trotted towards the door in a strictly measured gate.

In the end, I am thankful for the remainder, not to gallop up at full speed; or I would have been facing the effects from the changes, face first and been bothered by and scared off the noises my hooves are making as I move on the hard and shiny, crystal floor of her new castle in Ponyville.

As I finally reached the door, I slowed down and stopped a few steps short; before I take the final steps and open the large crystal gate.

“Welcome, my dear subjects!” I exclaimed; as I saw the black faces before me outside of the castle, in which I currently stand.

“Greetings, and thank you; my Queen!” the first one exclaimed; who seems to be the inofficial leader of their small herd of rubber covered Ponies.

“Greetings, my dear Queen!” the others echoed, as their leader followed me into the castle; as I took a step to the right and thus permitted them entrance.

I hear a giggle from the balcony over the door, and soon realize that Pinkie Pie is standing there with the last surviving balloon resting on the floor.

“Are you there, Pinkie Pie?” I exclaimed, knowing there could be none other.

“Yes, Crizzy!” she responded, and looked down at me; as the last of my local followers had stepped inside.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded.

“If you think any more of your subjects are coming; I will have to resupply my stock of balloons, prepared for what you need!” she pointed out.

“Good thinking!” I merely nodded, as I closed the door behind me and followed the now pink Ponies in through the halls to the large hall intended for larger gatherings.

I couldn’t miss the details, hinting towards them falling victims to the same balloons that had hit me earlier, the effects unmistakable and characteristic enough.

“I take it you met my new friends, Pinkie Pie!” I observed, as I was trotting along the hall to the intended destination.

They all nodded quietly.

“If you are referring to the pink mare on the balcony, just now? I fear she is the one from the incident at the castle of Canterlot. Aside from that; she is well known to legendary, even if you ignore the fact that she is a Pony!” a former Changeling murmured quietly.

“She knows too much. She doesn’t know enough. She knows you better than even your vaunted mother, the Queen mother!” another subject expressed, in a rather worried and confused voice; incapable of making sense of the paradox contained, within her very own statement.

“Yes, she is Pinkie Pie; the first Pony to openly speak to one of us in living memory. Knowing her friends is embedded in her element, and it is what makes her such a strong and powerful Pony. She isn’t merely one of the legendary six; who encased Discord the Draconiquus in stone, and sent Lord Tirek back to Tartarus. She has strengths and powers we need; not to mention, love enough to feed an entire Hive of Changelings!” I pondered in response.

“Word has it, she loves every Pony; and just for a smile. If she is the one coating us in that strange glistering substance, we owe her more than any one Pony could imagine. No one Pony could grant even one of us enough Love to maintain you for a prolonged period of time!” their leader prompted.

“Yet, she has supplied each and every one of us with compassion enough to last us a lifetime. I look, and imagine I feel like a Pony again. It is almost as if she actually lifted the curse that forces us to rely on the Ponies for our very survival. They may still recognize us, but they will not need to fear us now!” I concluded.

“Of course; it is completely impossible, not to recognize any one of us; the way we look now, with the glistering coating all over us. So long as it is sustaining me; I wouldn’t change it, by any means. I like how it makes me feel, and the effects I experience right now. Did anyone of you try to change or use magic, after she hit us with her balloons?” a Changeling pointed out.

“She seemingly replaced the black carapace with her pink rubber, and made us identify with her Friends. I may not have tried to change; but from experience, the coating is entirely immune to magic as far as I know. I doubt it would change anything, if you tried to change; while it may be an idea to explore that particular possibility, just to know the consequences!” I declared.

“When you put it like that, my Queen; I can’t seem to even remember that spell any more. If it is still possible, we will have to rediscover the spell; or device new spells to the effect, if it is at all possible!” the leader whispered, as if she did not want to hear what her words hinted towards.

“That would confirm my initial impression, such as I just expressed it; if the rubber has fused to us, we can no longer change, since the coating is immune to the magic used in order to enact the change in the first place. This means we are forced to invent spells that can be indirect enough to affect us in the traditional manner, as opposed to the direct control the old spell had upon us. The question is just how many of our spells still are available to us; but for now, this is a very low to no priority. Our first priority is to explore how the changes in our current situation is affecting us, and if it has any serious complications on our part!” I pointed out.

“So long as I am not distracted by the hunger, or need for Love in the traditional manner; I can work as well as any Pony. If my body only require the same sustenance and care as any regular Pony. Who am I to complain?” a Changeling pondered.

“There is another matter at hoof; one we need to address as soon as possible, I need to assign you new Names you will be known by among all the Ponies around us, from now on!” I declared.

They nodded vigorously, in traditional affirmation; without suggesting a name for themselves.