"I will be back." Gel told Twisty again, watching as the mare scuffed a hole-filled hoof on the ground. "Look, I got things started, I need some time to relax and not have to worry about anything for a while. I want to make friends, I want to get to know my marefriend better and none of that will happen if I spend all my time hanging around here." He was firm with her and she took a deep breath.

"So then we have no queen, no king." Twisty looked almost ready to cry.

"You have a queen, she will rise in a year and you get to teach her all the wonderful things about being a changeling and living in Canterlot. You have a prince, you can call on me and I am only short train ride away. But you are the master of your own destiny, Twisty, you are free of the will that bound you." Gel reached a hoof out and gave the mare's withers a rub.

"But… so… I am my own queen?" Gel nodded to the mare's words. She seemed to inflate a little, gaining back the confidence she had lost at hearing Gel was heading back to Ponyville with Twilight.

"You are the best queen, you know why? It is because you know what you want, rather than having to guess what you want or, as Chrysalis did it, making you want what she wants." Gel watched as the mare nodded and turned to run off.

"Ready? I heard the girls want to welcome us home with a pancake party." Twilight kissed his cheek, making Gel blush a little but feel much better.

"Got a surprise too, I hope you have a nice roof garden somewhere in that maze of a castle." Gel beamed and gestured to the huge box that was among their luggage. It was bigger than a pony, but Twilight had a guess as to what it was.

"You got a pod?" The mare was almost bouncing. "Oh, what can it do?"

Gel felt compelled to act and went with it, he made it look like he overbalanced and fell sideways against Twilight. He poured over her, flowing around her body and trapping the mare in his grip. He took full advantage of her mound and rear to press into, as well as burrowing a thick shape down her throat and filling her stomach too. "You will have to find out when we get home." Gel's words were fed directly into the mare's stuffed ears, Twilight squirming a little. Her wings were free, horn too and when she looked back on herself she noticed Gel had colored himself to match her.

Twilight tried to speak but nothing came out at first, she felt her lover adjust himself and she tried again. "Gel you are just the best. It doesn't feel so bad with you in my stomach too, doesn't it hurt in there?"

"No, your body seems to be completely unable to deal with me in any way." As Gel spoke Twilight shivered a little, it was completely true and she knew it all too well. Her horn lit up and she lifted all the luggage up and immediately felt her legs start to move. A happy sigh spilled from the alicorn's lips, she loved it when he played casually like this.

Gel had left Twilight alone, she was rushing about all over town to prepare for the next morning and the pancakening that was planned. He had told her she was not to be home until every chore she needed to do was completed. When she did finally get back he beamed. "You ready for your new pod?"

Twilight was covered in flour and sugar. "Huh?"

The mare looked completely worn out and Gel had an idea for her. "Come on little princess, bed time." He led Twilight not to her cozy bed, but to the pod sitting in the special window-garden on one of the balconies. "Good girl, you want to try your new bed out don't you?"

The alicorn nodded, yawning. Twilight was pretty much out on her hooves and was happy to let anypony guide her to where she could sleep. But it wasn't sleep that waited for her. Twilight felt her left forehoof plop down into some kind of goop. Her tiredness lifted a moment as the sensation of something spiraling around that hoof had her attention. She was standing just before a changeling pod, one hoof inside and now held firmly. A gentle tugging started and with a little squeal of delight Twilight Sparkle jumped forward.

Gel reached to control the pod's actions, he worked it so the tentacles quickly trapped and grabbed at the mare and others, the special feeding tube, the evacuation tube and the final one, the control tube, found their homes.

Twilight squirmed as her mouth was invaded first, her breath choking a moment before air was pumped in and out. She didn't even notice the drugs the pod was feeding her. Her eyes drooped as another tentacle found her rump, pressing and passing her outer ring of muscle easily. She would have giggled at how well Gel's 'training' prepared her for this.

Watching the evacuation tube find its home, Gel reached to the plant-creature-symbiote, focusing his will on it. The biggest control tube pressed to Twilight's mound and with no effort at all, given how wet she was, it was within her. The mare bucked a little as the tube worked in, pulsing in an arousing way as the slime it was coated with enhanced Twilight's nerves to the point where it would feel huge within her. "Good filly, let it link up properly…"

Twilight's mind was flickering with images, Gel, bucking into her, wrapped around her. It was easy to lose track of things as the tentacle found her womb. The odd magic the plant possessed invaded Twilight's mind through the heavy bundles of nerves in her groin, the tentacle there a probe that had a direct link to her soon to be completely blissful brain. The last thing Twilight saw, before those images and enforced dreams overwhelmed her, was Gel closing the top of the pod. "Until tomorrow, my princess."

Gel fed a little, but this pod wasn't for that. This pod was to let his wonderful mare experience everything she wanted to.

"Is Twilight around?" Spike caught Gel off balance. He looked down at Twilight buried within the pod. It was set so that she would be released in the morning, regardless. Of course if she stayed inside it the thing would happily keep her within all the rest of her life.

"Uh, she is a bit busy, Spike." Gel turned and smiled. "Is there something I can help with?"

"Sure! Just got a letter from Princess Celestia, she wants somepony to head to Whispering Horn and investigate some missing pony reports."

Gel tried to think. "Oh, small town, on the south foothills of the Unicorn Ranges?" Spike nodded. "Well, I guess I could investigate it. Tell you what, tomorrow morning, you go fetch Rarity and have her come over early and tell her… tell her Twilight needs to be woken up."

Spike blinked, looking over to the empty bed. "But…"

"Spike, trust me." Gel was really trusting Rarity, the mare knew a little more about them, he suspected, than the others.

"You got it. On the dragons code!" Spike thumped his fist to his chest in the most adorable way Gel had ever seen. "There is a train on the way, it will be here in about an hour." Spike handed over the letter to let Gel scan it.

Gel got a quill and began to add.

Twilight, I have gone in advance to see if I can get this cleared up as soon as possible. You are welcome to join me as soon as you are done with your friends. If I hear you left without spending some time with them, there will be no pod time for the rest of the month. Gel-

He put the letter over and by the bedside table. "Okay Spike, I will head down to the station, you make sure to get Rarity, okay?"

The dragon nodded, still looking a little confused.

The train ride wasn't awful, it was a single carriage with the locomotive and appeared to be a much faster one than the usual train. He was dumped off in the pre-dawn light, with no station in sight. "You head that way you will reach the town, sorry to say but you will have to work out your own way back." The conductor gestured with a hoof to the start of the mountain ranges to the north.

"Gotcha, ah the life of a prince." Gel dropped off the train and started walking. He hadn’t grabbed a pack, but he did think to grab a deep drink of Twilight before he left, he hoped she wouldn't be too out of it the next morning.

The day started in earnest just as he was walking into the village, wearing his Pattern form, with the addition of a horn, since that seemed most appropriate. The first thing he noticed was that everypony in town, to the last foal, was a unicorn. "Ho there stranger!" One pony said, trotting over. "What can I help you with?"

The unicorn mare before Gel looked quite calm considering there were ponies missing. "I have been sent to," something in Gel's gut told him he shouldn't tell the full truth, but then how to go about it and, further, when did he get a gut? "Uh, well, I heard my uncle was missing and came down to find out where he got to. Stallion was about this tall…" Gel held up a hoof about pony height.

"Strive? Yeah, he must have just wandered off. I'm Peace Keeper." The mare held a hoof out and Gel met it with a clop. "Probably headed back to civilization."

Gel was immediately worried, anypony who made up excuses like this was probably not quite as crooked as a changeling horn, but dammed if it didn't feel that way. "Oh, so I came for nothing? Darn. I guess I should stay a few days in case he was just out picking wild apples or something." Flimsy as all get-out, but no worse than the pod-fertilizer Gel was being fed by the mare.

"Well then you will need to sleep somewhere, I have a spare bed," alarm bells rang in Gel's head, nope nope nope, "or you could stay in Strive's old place. Crazy feller your uncle, for such a young stallion he had such… odd ideas."

Gel started to step past Peace and the mare turned and walked beside him. "I think I'll stay in uncle Strive's place, just in case he comes back."

"Sounds good, how about we get you settled and I see about some breakfast for ya, you must be famished!" On any topic except for Gel's 'uncle' Peace seemed fine and the two wandered to an old house that, though it looked like it had seen better days from the outside, was quite neat inside. "Here we are, I am sure you know how everything works, want that food about now?"

Gel nodded amiably.

Strive was strapped down. He couldn't move his legs from the rock he was on and the spell woven around him was preventing the stallion from being able to cast properly, or even focus enough to use his telekinesis. "What do you want? This is crazy, you are going to be caught! I sent a letter!"

"Sent a letter did you?" The female voice of the pony in the shadows of the cave sounded delighted. "They will send another pony, hopefully a nice stallion. If we are really lucky a unicorn. They will be added to the herd." The mare stepped forward and Strive saw it was the mayor of the town!

"Gilded Lilly?" Strive was in shock, she seemed so amiable and… normal. He was sure it was the loopy mare who was such a guardpony-wannabe that would be the foalnapper. "What… let me go and I won't tell anypony."

"Silly little stallion, don't you understand, we don't care what you think, in fact, in a few minutes what you think won't matter in the least. Not even to you." Gilded Lilly had a horn suppressor on and Strive had a single hope that somepony was already working to save him. "You see, we have come up with the perfect way to fit a halter to you overcomplicated beasts."

Strive watched as the mare used her teeth to pull a cloth off a birdcage. Inside was… "A parasprite? Listen, Gilded, I don't know what you are doing up here but-"

The stallion stopped dead when the mare opened the cage and the sleeping creature woke. With an adorable trill the parasprite looked around with big eyes. It spotted Strive and started to work its wings. Fluttering out of the cage, it seemed to completely ignore the mare and, of that matter, most of Strive.

"Not just a parasprite, I have worked on these little things for quite some time and this one is the culmination of that work. The parasprite controlus." Strive went crosseyed as he watched the creature flutter up to where his horn was. It landed at the tip and seemed to perch there. "You see, these parasprites don't feed off simple food, they feed on magic."

No sooner did the mare finish than the thing opened its mouth and seemed to fall down, lips gliding along Strive's horn. It felt horrible simply because of how good it actually felt. The things were unthinking creatures, they couldn't be aware of how arousing having your horn sucked would feel. And that made it worse. He tried to twist and throw his head around, to shake the thing loose but it didn't even slow it down.

"Oh, this one really likes you, I can tell, some take their time because they smell other magic around, some rush to get it over with. Little colt, this one is savoring you."

Strive trembled as more and more of his horn was lost inside the fuzzy body of the parasitic creature. He felt even as its lips kissed the bottom of his horn and something seemed to dig in there, like hooked teeth. He couldn't feel pain, not from its bite, the parasprite was already sucking not only on his horn but on the unicorn's very magic.

Gilded watched and lifted up her special goggles. They highlighted the stallion's magic, the twisting lines that flowed up from the center of it just below his horn. All those twists that fanned out into his body, helping the pony keep in perfect physical condition, they all were drawn by the hunger of the thing on his horn. Soon she watched as there was only one line, a thick line, leading up from his horn and into the parasprite. "Well, they didn't take their time doing that. Tell me, for the sake of science, how does it feel now that it has all your magic?"

"Buck off." Strive panted hard, glaring around for anything that might help him get free. His vision tilted upwards and he saw the soft pink form of the parasprite, now looking like a fuzzy horn cover, seeming to throb a little. He began to feel a little odd, as if his thoughts were thickening. "What… what is it… doing?"

"Well, my parasprites love their hosts, but they love magic more. Their bodies rework the magic, I can see it now as it sends down little tendrils, can't you feel them wriggle into your brain? Rewiring, reprogramming, call it what you will. The parasprite is making you want what it wants, and what does it want?" Gilded had walked closer to Strive, she was looking at the little weaves of magic the parasitic creature was working down into the stallion's brain.

"It wants… it loves… magic…" Strive had trouble thinking. It wasn't anything specific, but answering the question the mare gave him seemed important, so he did it. Thinking about it had been hard, trying to work out what the para… p… thing, what it wanted… it was easier just to tell her what she had told him. Strive smiled.

"Good colt."

The words made his smile light up. But Strive was hungry, really hungry.

"What is it dear? Do you need something? Use your words." The mare's tone was calm, it helped calm Strive down. He opened his mouth and made a slight gagging sound. He needed food, he was really hungry. "Oh, not really a talking one anymore, are you?"

Strive shook his head dutifully, he smiled but was caught as something seemed to push down into his head, scattering the few remaining thoughts the stallion still had that were his own.

"Oh, there it goes, the last link. Who are you, little colt?"

The words confused him, the… colt, he couldn't make heads or tails of them.

"You look lost, little colt. Let me tell you what you need to do…" The words soothed him, the colt nodded happily, it was nice of this mare to tell him what he needed to do, he couldn't do that anymore, so it seemed perfectly natural to let her think for him. The colt smiled wider as the mare was unstrapping him from the rock.

Author's Note

Oh my, Gilded Lilly is not a nice mare, well, unless you are nicely mindless and doing whatever she asks you to

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