"Little early, isn't it?" Cloud lay on his side on the decking of the regular house he called home.

"Or late." Spike took the amulet off and set it on the table beside him. Cloud's eyes widened when he saw the dragon not… well, become a dragon.

"You left it on all week?" Cloud's voice was incredulous. "Why? I thought-" He didn't get any further, the other stallion's lips pressed to his own and he found himself forgetting the 'why's and 'wherefore's and just kissed his lover back. Curling wings up he pulled Spike down to where he laid, the pair cuddling together and listening to the most amazing music pour out of the house next door.

Some days it was good to live next door to plant ponies, other days, usually mornings, not so much.

The first egg rocked and then there was a pony face visible within it a moment. Celestia's eyes were wide and her face pulled into a wider smile. There was nearly a hundred changelings gathered around, the rest were working, some in other cities.

The white alicorn's hoof reached out and gently touched the egg. None of the changelings would challenge her, or her sister's, right to be here. The final skin of the egg broke and the little larva inside spilled out. It was almost the size of a little foal, but was missing a few features. From the midsection up, it was a perfect, if tiny, changeling. From there down it was like a fat grub. The thing charged forward to Celestia, snuggling up against her and having a feathery wing curl down around it. "My daughter." Her whisper was soft but every changeling heard her.

From one side the great form of a queen changeling pressed, from the other a dark alicorn who, with a inky-black wing, pulled both the mares to her. "Our daughter." Luna whispered the words, tears of joy in the mare's eyes. "Our Daughters." She added quickly and with a delighted laugh, as more of the eggs were hatching, deliriously happy little larvae racing over to the three delighted parents.

Celestia had a twitch from her belly, she would be laying again soon. There was a lot of cheering and happy chittering going around the assembled, the hive was growing and it was a very happy time. Twisty leaned against the white alicorn. "How goes the work in Manehatten?"

Luna laughed. "She knows more of what your drones do than you?" She booped Twisty on the nose so there was no sting in the accusation.

A little drone buzzed up and settled in, holding out a tray that it had kept perfectly even. It had fruit juice on it in three long glasses. "Of course she does, she is our queen too!" The drone suddenly blushed and almost dropped the tray. "Oh, oh! You are too, Queen of the Night!"

Luna, despite having no love for the title 'queen', accepted it in the spirit it was given. Because it was given and, as she had learned, should never be taken. Celestia kissed Luna's cheek, further taking any bad feelings away. "Lulu, you know what this means?"

The dark alicorn shuddered. "Much as I prefer savory tastes, I cannot deny you this, sister-love." Luna focused her horn, reaching her power into the heart of the castle. Her magic was joined by Celestia's and together they delved into that special, private area that was protected with the utmost care. They drew forth that which resided there, they pulled it out and to them.

Two changeling larvae darted out of the way as the dessert cart manifested into place, laden with cakes, pavlova and all manner of delights fit for a princess.

Celestia nodded gravely. "Cake party."

"What are you doing, Vicious?" Twisty was confused, she was watching as the other changeling queen prostrated herself… backwards. Well, it was less prostration and more invitation.

"My queen." Vicious looked back over her shoulder. "A drone might not be… big enough, to take your eggs. But I wish it." It took every ounce of her will to ask it, to offer herself like this. It was admitting, on a whole different level, that she wasn't a queen. She knew she wasn't, of course, Twisty held all the power in the hive. But she wanted… "Please my queen."

Twisty tilted her head one way, then another. "You want something else. What is it, daughter?" The word trembled in Vicious' ears, it spun new levels into her commitment to her queen.

"Daughter… I… please my queen, a name." Vicious waved her plot at the mare who had, effectively, saved her soul. "Give me a name, give me your eggs. I will hold both dear."

Pacing about the mare, Twisty lifted a hoof up to trace the submissive lines. "Not like this. You were so bold, you tried to raid not just Canterlot, but Ponyville. Bold Stroke."

Vicious… no, Bold Stroke, shuddered. It felt so perfect, so right.

"As for the other, I have mares who I mount like that, you are not one of those. I can take them that way because I love them as mates. I like you Bold, you are my daughter. Are you sure you would carry more?"

Bold stood properly and turned to face Twisty. The mare had confused her so much at first. She seemed too weak, so simple. But there was a whole different depth to the queen that Bold Stroke was still trying to fully grasp, let alone understand. "Then how would you have me, my-" Bold was pushed, power welling up around them as her body was lifted and tilted, her queen marching over her and holding her heavy body in place. They met belly-to-belly.

Twisty held the mare in her will, she contained the former queen not just physically, but she held the keys to her head too. "Mine." She said, smiled and stepped forward.

The ovipositor was already pushing out of Twisty and Bold gave a grunt as it pushed inwards. Her eyes closed, it was one thing proclaiming yourself supreme and powerful and a whole other matter to give yourself to a mare who had proven she was. Her voice rose and Bold cried out in joy.

It was deep inside the mare, Twisty could feel her cervix, feel it struggle to restrict her access. "Relax my daughter, you cannot control that, relax and let me take it." She held firmly, keeping Bold upside down and under her. Pushing, pushing, pushing and then Twisty gave a happy sigh as her length found its way deep into the other changeling.

Bold's body was built for laying eggs too, for stuffing them into hapless mares. But the frictional power that brewed between the two had the former queen's body change, her insides adapting to the role her queen was pressing her into. Neither of the changelings truly knew what had happened, but their kind apparently now had a new type. A breeder.

The first egg was pushed out, through Twisty's ovipositor. Bold bucked, her changed body desiring the shape more than breath. When it began to stretch the ebony vulva and pushed down into the already filled vaginal passage, Bold climaxed hard. The culmination of her dedication to her queen, it felt like the pinnacle of her very life as one, after another, the eggs were pushing into her.

Twisty Leaned in and nibbled the mare's neck, her fangs scraping at the chitin there. "How many… my daughter."

The words surprised and shocked Bold. When she had been a queen, it had been all she could do to make a few eggs at a time, it wasn't like the process didn't cost energy after all. "F-f-f-fill me, my queen." Her own voice surprised her. "I want… I want…" Bold couldn't go on with her words, the low groan in her throat swelling up and blocking out all sense she could have made as her body rewarded her for serving her queen. With another orgasm.

Twisty had a little more control of the situation, she was the queen after all. "My daughter, you will be perfect. You will be an example of how sated our hive is." She counted the tenth egg going down, into the other queen's belly. Bold was showing now, her body carrying a bulge. "You will go, my daughter. You will begin to build the new hives up. Show them how good a changeling can be."

Bold was adrift on the waves of her pleasure. Each time she caught her breath to thank Twisty she was blown over another crest and moaned. Eggs filled her, she lost count, but her belly was soon showing quite heavily, she literally swelled with proof of Twisty's power. The last shred of the will to be a queen melted in Bold and she leaned up, tilting her head to rest her throat to her queen's lips.

Lips pressed against the vulnerable neck, a kiss was given.

"And why is she in here?" Celestia was blinking at the passed out changeling on her bed.

"Because your stallion wanted her there." Twisty looked proud as punch, sitting up straight and eying Celestia up and down.

"You just filled her… Lulu wasn't even that big with all those eggs in her… and you want me too?" Celestia sighed, changelings, sometimes, were a lot of work to upkeep. Twisty waited until the alicorn climbed up on the bed before she moved, pressing her snout into the royal plot, getting a giggle from Celestia. She wanted more than that.

But it was the sudden weight on her back that had Twisty looking around, spotting the dark form of her other mare. The shape that rubbed between them made that knot inside Twisty let go. She wouldn't be laying any more today. Twisty lifted her flank up, offering herself to the night made manifest.

"So we are going to visit them?" Gel was looking down at the warm clothes Twilight and Muffins had spent the morning convincing him to wear.

"For the twelfth time, Gel, yes!" Muffins nipped at his shoulder, her sharp mouth cutlery would have left a mark on any other pony. Neither of them had managed to distract Twilight, Princess of Lists.

"And four sets of warm socks each…" Twilight's quill marked the socks off on each of the four lists. "Now, where did Spike get to? He said he wanted to come on this."

"Relax Twilight, I just had to use the little colt's room." Spike trotted out, looking a little ridiculous in the winter clothes, but not as much as Gel did. The pair shared a look and lifted their hooves, clopping them together in a show of solidarity.

"You did ask Cloud to come, right Spike?" Twilight seemed to believe that anypony without a list was suspect, when she had one at least. The former dragon shook his head.

"Cloud has work and besides, we aren't going to be there lo-" A black hoof shoved into Spike's mouth.

"Don't say it, don't you dare say it!" Gel looked terrified. "Every time somepony says something like 'oh it will be fine' or 'it will never happen' oh, or my favorite, 'we aren't going to be there long'… something happens…" Gel pulled his leg back and eyed the unicorn. "So, what was it you were going to say, Spike?"

Spike blinked and considered his options, he had seen how much of Gel could fit INTO one pony, and despite his coming out, he still was a one-stallion… stallion. "I… will visit and… n-" Spike froze and looked scared. "I mean, lets go!"

Gel nodded. "Good answer." His smile warmed the unicorn's spirit back up, he knew Gel didn't mean to act a little kooky sometimes, but Spike had to remind himself that, from what the changeling had told him, he was only about three years old!

"The girls will be meeting us at the station. We don't want to be late." Twilight was crossing the last few things off her list and gave a nod as she folded closed four cases. Thankfully for Gel, between two alicorns and a unicorn he didn't even have to carry his own bag.

"Crystal Empire." Muffins smiled as she said it, memories of what happened last time in her head. "I hope nothing bad happens!"

Gel, Spike and Twilight all lifted hooves up and clopped themselves in the forehead.

Author's Note

Yup, despite what I had planned, Gel, Twisty and Muffins all told me that I had more story to tell and that I better not finish this thing. Damn ponies, can't a writer rest?

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