Celestia wore a frown. She was contemplating two things, what she was going to do with the swarm of nearly a hundred changelings and, importantly, how much cake it would take to make her forget that she would need to wake up tomorrow and do this again.

"P-princess…" One of the drones slunk up to her, she was one of the smarter ones. Many of the poor creatures, deprived of their queen's will and magic to guide their lives, were a few sprinkles shy of the full tray of cupcakes, but that wouldn't stop them from being accepted.

"Twisty Turn?" Celestia controlled her tone and features.

But the effect on the changeling, upon hearing her name as being remembered put a real smile on the alicorn's snout. "Yes! I mean, yes your highness. Some of us are hurt and a lot are hungry…"

"We had food prepared for you-" Celestia pondered that maybe one cake wouldn't be enough.

The changeling bowed so low they practically scraped the ground at Celestia's hooves with their nose. "No your highness, that is… generous, but we need love…"

Golden magic formed around the changeling, gently prodding them to sit up straight. "This had slipped my mind. How would be best to feed you?" It was hard not to feel some empathy, they sounded so downtrodden and from what Twilight had told her, Celestia believed that they had been wronged by Chrysalis in a way more harmful than what she was doing to Cadance and Shining.

"Well, we need to feed on pony love, if you would let us into the city itself-" Hope blossomed in Twisty, she smiled a little but shook when Celestia cut her off.

"That is not going to work, I will not allow you to just wander the streets feeding off random ponies. Too much feeding is bad, yes?" Celestia was working off what she knew of the creatures which, she would admit to nopony, wasn't much.

"If we are… not nice about it, or if many many changelings feed from one pony… what about if we invited ponies to come to us?" Twisty had a plan, she wasn't the smartest changeling, but she had managed to avoid the queen most of her life, she only lost a little of herself when The Fog had been dispelled.

"Why would they go to… you don't mean you would…" Celestia was surprised, she certainly knew there were certain ponies in her jewel of a city that helped others… relax, but she doubted there would be a need for five score more.

"No, well, maybe. It would more be we help them relax and calm down, think of happy things. If they want we could put them in a pod for a little while, it is much safer in one of those."

"Safer? But the pods trap ponies…" Celestia was thinking hard on this.

The drone nodded. "Safer, pod limits how much can be drained, but it makes them feel happy, it is fine for short goes, but not so fine if a pony is left in for…" the drone lifted their hoof up, counting on the single limb, "four months? Less fine, more bad, really bad." Twisty looked to Celestia. "You are keeping her in the pod, yes?"

Celestia considered the segue. "What happens if we keep her in it longer?"

Twisty smiled. "She loses herself. Her memories slowly get eaten away as the pod creates new ones for her, happier ones. It will keep that up until there is nothing left but a happy queen." The smile was so wide that Celestia gave a chuckle and reached out her wing to brush the side of the drone.

"You want her back?"

Twisty shook her head. "Not until her mind is gone. We need a queen, to make more drones. But we don't need Chrysalis."

There was something deeply worrying in the idea of doing this. "I will investigate what we can do. As for you inviting ponies, I want a list of ponies kept, I will ensure a guard is present to maintain mine, you will be expected to keep your own. No pony is allowed to be in your hive for two days straight."

Twisty nodded, a scroll appearing from nowhere as the changeling scrawled down the rules with her green magic holding the quill. "And we would like Gel to visit. Many of us need to apologize to him."

Celestia liked this plan. "You will need to write a letter, have it brought to me, I can send it for you." It surprised the princess when one was presented immediately. "Clever."

"You go, the map seems way too important and besides, I can take care of the castle for you." Gel was relaxing on their shared bed while Twilight was packing.

The alicorn had a list out and was marking things off as she packed them. "But it feels wrong, what if-"

"Twilight, you will have your friends with you, you are the Elements of Harmony!" Gel moved over and gripped her chin with a hoof, kissing her mouth. It took him a moment to draw back from the kiss. "Besides, I want to hear about this hoofball stuff. It sounds neat."

"Stallions!" Twilight marked the last two things off her list and then her mane twitched. There was a last item.

Have Gel inflate my womb and hold me motionless for an hour.

"Gel, did you-" Was all the mare got out as the stallion flowed over her, his form briefly grabbing the quill to cross out the last item. "Mmfmf…"

The changeling worked mostly over her back-end, he formed a neat little halter over her head, keeping her cheeks puffed out with how much matter was stuffed into her snout. But the real action was 'south' of her belly. Twilight's eyes crossed as she felt Gel start to push into her, forsaking her rear passage and just flowing more and more of himself into her now very wet passage. It took little work from him to breach her womb and the mare trembled as she felt her insides filling rapidly.

Twilight's front legs gave way and she slumped. But Gel had a good grip on her back-end and held her rump in the air, even pushing her tail gently to one side. He had planned this, editing her list, making sure there were a few long mirrors in just the right places that Twilight could stare ahead into one, seeing not only her own trapped self looking back, but she could see other mirrors, one to her side and one behind her. They gave her all the angles she could want to see as her lower belly slowly puffed out, growing past 'baby bump', through 'showing' and finally to 'heavy'.

The page was just in front of the mare, the list. It was complete but Twilight knew that the last thing had only just begun. The grip on her haunches and legs tightened so she couldn't move her back end an inch, but she could squirm and paw at the floor with her forehooves.

"And now, my filly, you get to feel just like this for an hour." Gel's words didn't sound quite right, but then he didn't have her throat, or his own, to work with. Twilight's insides shifted and gripped down on him, letting the mare feel how big he had stretched her. "You will be walking funny all the way there." The words baited the part of Twilight that reveled in their games and as her eyes widened, she felt the rush of pleasure start that was her first orgasm at his hooves for the day.

Gel didn't just taste, he drank. The flavor of his mare, when she was really worked up by their fun, was beyond good. He had never tasted a single thing like it and doubted anything would ever compare to her. The pleasure he felt as he drank compared to her own and the changeling gripped all the tighter, even pushing just a little more of himself in, knowing that Twilight would certainly feel it.

Again and again, poor Twilight couldn't stop herself, the climaxes ebbed and flowed. Gel maintained his grip, sometimes adding a little more mass within her, sometimes just shifting around a little. It drove the alicorn to her wit's end.

"An hour, you have to meet your friends at the station in five minutes." Gel whispered it to Twilight, slowly drawing from her and reforming at her side.

Twilight came one last time as her special somepony removed himself from her, she braced on the ground, rump still in the air, as she came with not even a single part of Gel in her. "Wha… Gel… you read my diary…"

"Of course I did, you make such wonderful notes on your dreams." Gel helped the alicorn up, getting her cleaned and presentable. "Now you go and do your best."

There was a swat on the mare's rump just as she was stepping away, Twilight giggled and trotted for the door. "That flank…" Gel's eyes danced, the very recent memory of the princess' rear departing fresh in his memory. Stepping back over to the bookshelf nearest the bed, Gel reached up with a hoof and lifted down Twilight's fake diary, the one she had been carefully writing in before bed so he would think it was all she had.

It was full of simple things, talking about her day. Then he put it back and found the thick tome on Haycart's Method. The changeling drew the book out and found the hidden box within the fake pages. Opening it he took out her hidden diary. The table of contents, meticulously updated with each entry, let him search through it with ease as he found the dream that had led to their fun.

.. half petrified with a belly full of the strange mass, I was completely unable to move away as the fullness increased...

Gel had the urge to cross that off in her diary, but instead he lifted down his own little hidden book. Checking the page number of her entry he made some notes. Describing how she tasted, how much she seemed to enjoy it and, above all, that it would be something fun to do again.

There was a knock at the door and Gel knew exactly who it was. "Come in Spike." Only the dragon would be in the castle, with Twilight's closest friends away with her.

Spike came in just as Gel replaced Twilight's secret journal. "You know about that one, huh?"

Gel nodded and turned. "Yeah, she got another already?"

"Nope, not that I have found. You actually like the stuff she writes in there? It is worse than bad fan fics of some of my comics." Spike held up a scroll. "This just came, addressed to you."

The changeling grinned at the description, it was fairly justified. "Thanks Spike." He unrolled the scroll.

Dear Prince Gel Pattern,

Gel almost dropped it, it had Princess Celestia's seal on it, but a glance revealed it wasn't signed by her. He returned to the start.

we, the changelings formerly of Chrysalis' hive, would humbly request your presence in Canterlot. Please know it is with no ill-will we send this, we all suffered under her tyranny and we simply want to thank our savior in person. Twisty Turn.

"What's it say?" Spike was blinking, the changeling was showing a lot more emotion than he used to, but it was still sometimes hard for the little dragon to read Gel.

"I need to go to Canterlot… you be fine holding down the keep?" The scroll was handed back to Spike and the dragon read it.

"Of course, hay, you gotta go see them, I figure they were like you when you first came here, you were so lost back then." Spike's observation was a good one and it helped focus Gel. "Besides, they are family, right? I mean, isn't Chrysalis your mom, and theirs?"

Gel blinked, it was true and he nodded. "Different way to think about it, but yeah, I will go and meet them. I guess I never really knew them back in the hive, she used her whammy on all of us."

Cherry Stripe walked along. The pegasus had been feeling pretty down of late. When Chrysalis had attacked the city the pony's wife had been revealed to be a changeling, a plant in the city. "Ironic that I am going out here…" She didn't even know why she was, well, except one of her friends had suggested it.

"A customer?" The guard looked at the winged pony, feeling a little sad that they were doing this. "Please print your name here." He held out the ledger and got the mare's imprint. "Okay, go in. If anything happens against your will, just yell."

Cherry nodded and walked on. The next face she saw brought back memories. "A customer!" This time the phrase sounded much happier. "Pod or personal?"

"Uh, what do you mean?" Cherry looked up, there was a little set of leaflets. She took one as the changeling started to explain.

"Pod, we stuff you in a pod, it makes you feel good for the whole day and night and you wake up tomorrow feeling really happy and a touch tired. We feed while you are in there."

Cherry nodded.

"And personal is where you are assigned two changelings, who talk and decide what you might like, then they can change into whatever you could possibly want." There was much non-existent eyebrow waggling with the second description. Cherry definitely didn't want that.

"Pod me."

"Excellent choice. Come this way." The changeling got up and walked off, leaving Cherry to follow and see as another drone took their place at the welcome kiosk. "We have customized these pods, they are less grabby and more snugly. I promise you will like it."

Cherry really didn't care, she just wanted to stop feeling down. "Here you are, climb in when you are ready."

The goopy pod looked… well, like a goopy pod. The inside was slimy and slightly-glowing green, it was filled with… tentacles. "Does it hurt?"

The drone was fiddling with something but lifted their head at the question. "Of course not, we want you to be happy in there, if it hurt… okay, if you are in for a really, really long time, it will drain you away, but a few days here and there will never hurt."

Cherry held up the leaflet, reading the exact description. It would take months in a pod to have it… "Erase my memories?"

"If you are in long time, yes."

Cherry set the leaflet down carefully, took off her saddle bags and stepped over the lip of the pod. Her leg was gripped as soon as it was inside and Cherry felt the grip tighten and draw her limb down into the soft, gooey stuff. "Oh, it's warm!"

The drone beamed, already sensing something rising in the pony. "Your comfort is the most important thing, without it we can't eat."

"Makes sense." And it did. Cherry felt an odd tingle run through her at the thought that she would be food for a changeling. A sudden ache began in her nethers. Was this turning her on?

Her other forehoof lifted and stepped in and the pod gripped that too, tugging and urging her to just jump in. It was almost a command in her head. The pegasus' strong back legs braced and she did, she pushed off and forward, the pod catching her just before she would have impacted with it and she was pulled down into the wet goop.

Cherry felt her wings gripped, tucked and folded, pressed in tight to her back. Her back legs were likewise restrained and she felt the pod secure her. Something was pressing at her lips, but it was other tentacles that were finding her nose and back end that had her shiver and struggle just a little.

Fleshy pipes thrust into her nostrils and down to her lungs, the pony closing her eyes as she felt her lungs inflate and contract, over and over, without her control. It was breathing for her.

She opened her mouth, accepting the tentacle that delved down, thrusting past her teeth, forcing her tongue to the bottom of her mouth and burrowing deeper still. It worked down her throat, parting a pair of valves and squirming into her belly. There was a swelling sensation, warmth suddenly filling her. The pod cared for its tenants in a way that was very personal to their needs.

Her sex and rump were both filled, the tentacles keeping her from fighting the intrusions with thick goop that lubricated her perfectly. Not that her breeding passage needed it.

Cherry was already lost in pleasure, this completely new experience tickling a fetish the mare never knew she had, but found herself embracing all the way to her first orgasm. Even as the tendrils slowly squirmed into her ears, sparking and causing a magical link with her mind, the pegasus found her second peak and rode it all the way until her dreams started, the dream where she was being led to a changeling pod…

"Holy hive… is that coming from just one pony?" Sleek Guise blinked and then closed her eyes. Something was very, very familiar to the changeling mare. She sniffed and tested the trapped pony and found that there was something… something she needed to find out about. She waited.

Night came and Sleek slept beside the little prison, not drinking, but able to feel the oddly comforting feel of the pony inside.

"Rise and shine, both of you!" Another drone was opening the pod, triggering it to withdraw from the mare inside and, as Sleek got her first peek in she fell over and passed out.

"Is she… is she alright?" Cherry's legs were wobbly, she was smiling and feeling very, very good.

"Overwhelmed by how good you tasted, maybe?" The drone was grinning too, this mare was a gold-mine of taste. "You come back tomorrow?"

"How often can I safely go into that?" The unconscious changeling looked familiar, but Cherry couldn't place it.

"Oh, every other day should be fine." The drone was trying to escort her away but the downed creature was stirring.

"Ch-Cherry?" Cherry's head snapped around at her name, it sounded familiar. "Cherry, it is you. I had to go, she made… it's Leaves Fall…"

Sleek was suddenly trapped in the tight hug of a pony. "My Cherries." She held tight to the mare. "I didn't want to leave you, I wanted to beg you to forgive me, I wanted-"

Cherry recognized the mannerisms, but not the form. This was her Leaves, her wife. "Tell me, just tell me that you still love me."

There were tears in both their eyes, but Sleek kissed the pegasus on the nose. "Silly Cherries, I never stopped loving you."

The drone that had fetched Cherry from her prison blinked and shrugged, walking off and leaving the two reunited ponies to themselves.

Author's Note

Wow, okay, yeah. Pod-fetish is alive and well, adding inflation, bondage, gagging... oh mai

So, I have returned, I have some plot in mind, but this is all mainly setup. Also, welcome to Season 5, Twilight Sparkle.

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