"Hi!" Hope beamed at the new changelings, particularly at the biggest one, she looked familiar. "Do I know you? My name is Hope."

"Uh, Chrysi." The mare lifted a forehoof and rubbed her other foreleg with it. "We look a lot alike…" It suddenly hit Hope why she had looked familiar.

Wrapping up Chrysi in a hug, the two queens hugged. "We must be sisters!" At first Chrysi was a little troubled by the closeness, then she felt a warmth in the other pony, a happiness and love that almost felt embarrassing to notice. Despite the oddness of feeling someones emotions in this way, she hugged back. Somehow, being nice to this mare just seemed like the right thing to do.

"Uh, mom?" Chrysi turned, the voice of Honeypot pulling her attention away. "We're hungry… we barely got to eat anything before we came…"

Hope giggled. "Hungry changelings, not in this city! You have a few options for feeding. The hive maintains a good supply of donors, they will ensure no changeling ever starves. But if you want more you will need to find ways to make ponies especially happy." It was the same speech she had been given shortly after getting out of the pod.

Honey rubbed a hoof into the floor. "Well, I would like to find other ways to support myself, but until I know how, can I at least have something now?"

The former dread-queen of changelings giggled and began leading the little troupe of new changelings to where the feeding pods were. "We need… we need lessons." Chrysi gestured to her daughters. "Nopony-" She froze and blinked a few times. "No… pony… huh… Anyway, nopony taught us how to feed."

Eyes flaring wide, Hope looked shocked. "That is terrible, okay, pods for sure, they will make sure the ponies inside are safe and won't be harmed."

"The pods protect them? But aren't they just meant to make it so we can feed easier?" Dupe looked quite confused by the very idea.

"If the ponies in the pods aren't safe and happy, there is no food. Remember, if there are no ponies, there are no changelings." Hope booped the mare on the nose for emphasis. "Now, this stallion is one of my favorites. He comes in twice a week, never asks for payment, never wants anything." She tapped the top of a pod lovingly with a hoof.

It was like dangling a pork chop before starving lions. All nine of Chrysi's daughters dove onto the pod and started trying to feed. The pod would have none of it and rebuffed all but the first two hungry changelings.

"Back off, the pod won't let you all feed at once, that would hurt him." Hope gestured to the next pod that the changelings had overlooked. "One per pod, go on now, be gentle your food is not going to run away or deny you. Just calmly drink."

Fizzle looked down at the pod, the pony inside was obscured and for some reason that annoyed her. "Excuse me, Hope?" Her mother's doppelganger trotted over. "Who is this pony?"

A gentle hoof reached out and rubbed the pod, Hope took the slightest nibble from the mare within. "Oh, this is Moon Dancer. A studious mare, she wishes to study us and write a detailed book on changeling social hierarchy in modern Equestria." It sounded like Hope was quoting a title because she was. "She finished the first book last month, she has no obligation to be here, but she still comes." The gentle hoof kept stroking the pod. "Be gentle, don't force her to feed you, she is quite willing."

Nodding up to her oddly mother-like teacher, Fizzle reached that part of herself out that fed, that hungered. She ached for food but she took an iron-hard grip on herself and barely nibbled. A rush of bliss poured into her, it filled her belly in moments in a way she had never been fed before. She couldn't look around, all her attention was locked on the sleeping, dreaming mare within the pod, but all her sisters looked the same, rapt attention on their slumbering hosts.

The pod trembled a little before Fizzle and she blinked. "Um, Hope, I didn't hurt her did I?" She shifted from hoof to hoof in worry.

Another changeling buzzed into the room and landed beside the pod. It took barely the lightest touch to persuade the pod to give up its occupant, these pods were well trained and quite content in their duties.

"No, the pod would stop that, it is just her time to come out." Hope gestured to the drone reaching into the pod to assist the mare inside. Climbing out onto wobbly legs, a slime-drenched pony mare stretched and looked around.

"Hi." Moon Dancer smiled at the changeling. It wasn't common to see many other changelings around when she got out of a pod, or as she liked to call them, special sleep. "Was that you?"

It was clear the unicorn was talking about Fizzle's feeding from her and the changeling nodded silently a moment before realizing her rudeness. "Yes, it was. My name's Fizzle Mind."

Moon smiled serenely, it was hard not to be relaxed and calm, it felt like every muscle had been massaged within the pod, each expertly having had the stress of day to day life worked out. "That's a cute name. I am Moon Dancer." She held up a hoof.

Fizzle was a little unsure what to do with the offered hoof. She lifted her own and tried to shake it only for Moon to push a little more and their limbs clopped together. It was adorable to the changeling and she smiled more. "Gel was right…" Her mutter caught Moon's attention. "Oh, um, a nice stallion told me I would be happier here. I have already smiled more than I have in my life."

Hope looked to Chrysi, the other queen-sized changeling curled up beside a pod, very lightly drinking from the pony within. "I feel the same way…"

Twilight and Gel got back to Ponyville in the early afternoon. It had been a short trip there and back, the new changelings had immediately found themselves more comfortable with so many of their own kind around. "I wonder if anything strange has happened while we were gone. Starry mentioned a concert." Gel felt the train slowing as they neared the station.

"I am sure the girls would have been able to handle anything that came their way." Twilight felt obliged to defend her friends' abilities. The train drew to a stop and both got up and trotted together for the exit. Climbing off the train they spotted an odd sight. Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and Twisty Turn in all their glory, were awaiting the train to be made ready to return to Canterlot. That wasn't so odd, it was the stallion Applejack and Coloratura beside them that surprised Twilight.

"Well howdy Twilight." Applejack dipped his hat a little. Being the very embodiment of honesty, the stallion was struggling not to blurt out everything that had happened.

Coloratura gave a bow to Twilight and Gel. "My Princess and Prince. I am a little sad you missed my show, maybe I need to schedule another soon?" The performer was facing the royal couple, but his eyes flicked to Applejack.

Gel lifted a hoof and offered it to Celestia first. "Princess Celestia, you came for the show?"

"She came for something…" Twisty snorted but eeped when a white hoof poked her in the side.

"Somepony you mean…" Luna got a poke for her remark but it seemed all in good fun as the royal threesome were all grinning widely. "You look like everything was well taken care of, Prince Gel." Luna's words were an implied question.

"Things were. The magic that Sunset and I have set loose in their world seems to have spread out, activating other ponies… people, who have latent magic within them." Twilight was off into explanation land. "In this case it triggered a woman named Chrysi to start gaining the traits of a changeling. I postulate she is-"

"I expect a full report on it, Princess Twilight." Celestia cut in on the 'full science mode' Twilight had entered. "I trust it is all put to rights?"

Gel nodded, putting a leg around Twilight's withers. "We thought it best if the changelings come back with us, join the hive in Canterlot, at least for a while, to learn how they should live."

Twisty beamed brightly. "I have more changelings in my hive?" At Gel's nod both Twilight and the changeling prince were grabbed up into a hug. "You two are the best!"

Enthusiastic changeling queens always seemed to be a harbinger of interesting times for Gel, or so he mused.

Big Mac sneezed, the rag he held up before him came away without turning blue. He grinned and closed his eyes, his Blue-Flu was easing, which meant it was time to get to work. Leaving his room in the barn, he climbed down the stairs to find an odd scent on the air. Even his blocked and stuffy nose could smell the most intense 'aroused female' he had ever experienced.

"Some good work will sort this out." The stallion felt the effects the scent had on his body. Macintosh headed out and found where Applejack had left the plow. It was as natural as walking, he set the ropes and straps right and leaned into the plow, feeling it bite hard into the ground.

Midday passed into afternoon and by the time he was nearing the opposite edge of the field it was growing towards night time. "One more line." He turned the plow and readied it for the last line of the field closest to the Everfree. He got halfway down the line, his mind wandering back to that strong scent when something stung him in a very personal place. "What the hay?"

Mac's legs buckled as an intense sensation was felt around his sheath, it felt like something was trying to squirm into it! Looking down his body, the stallion saw what looked like some kind of worm with a sharp tail squirm down into his sheath and there was another sharp sting, this time right into the fleshy tip of his retracted shaft.

The pain of the sting lasted just a moment, then the rush of pleasure began. Squirming, Big Mac felt the thing squirm against the end of his shaft and push down and in. He twisted in bliss as it worked its way down and into his body.

His stallion-tool growing long and hard, Mac was left gasping and reaching tentatively down to himself. The slightest touch had his body lock up with pleasure. He could still feel the worm-thing working deeper, finding its home deep within his body. The pleasure slowly started to fade, but not before his shaft unloaded. With his hips bucking hard, the stallion sprayed all over the ground he had just tilled, before he lost consciousness.

Gaining his wits, Big McIntosh looked around in the darkness. It was understandably hard to see but he felt an itch inside, a need. Thoughts of his sweetheart, the lovely Cheerilee, floated through his mind. Under him, his shaft extended out and grew hard quickly. It was like there was a cloud fogging all thoughts except those of his special somepony.

Unhooking himself from the tangled mess of the plow, Mac trotted toward town. Grubby with the dirt he had been laying in, the stallion couldn't think enough about anything that didn't pertain to him getting closer to Cheerilee.

A knock at her door surprised the schoolteacher of Ponyville and she got up from the salad she was eating to answer it. Opening the door her face lifted into a smile at seeing Big McIntosh but then she frowned. "What's wrong Mac?"

"Help…" was all the stallion could get out before walking in and grunting, pushing against Cheerilee. The mare struggled at first but then she seemed to stiffen. The smell hitting the mare's nose seemed to confuse her, making the blood rush to places she didn't normally think about.

As Mac's weight settled on her back, however, the rush of heat to her nethers caused Cheerilee to moan happily and push back. As long hard flesh met a soft, supple opening, both ponies gave a happy sigh as the pheromones in the air had a firm grip on both of them. Mac's body started bucking, driving his big shaft in and out of the pretty mare.

Cheerilee was lost in her body's needs. She was nearly driven to the floor by the strength of the stallion's efforts but she managed to hold up, keeping her back pushed firmly against Big McIntosh's belly.

Neither lasted long. Mac drove himself deep into Cheerilee, his body straining and then his mind was shut down. An explosion of pleasure that overwhelmed every part of his thinking mind erupted inside him, the hot seed that shot from his shaft deep inside the mare was tainted, however.

With the hot feeling deep in her vagina, of hot stallion seed spraying down her inner walls, Cheerilee finally collapsed, her trembling muscles unable to hold them up any longer.

Neither of the ponies, lost still in the catatonia of post-coitus bliss, could tell that the worm buried deep in Mac's prostate had unloaded eggs when the stallion came. Eggs that would likely soon hatch.

Author's Note

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