Author's Note

Here's the next chapter. No r-rated stuff yet (that's for the next two chapters) Hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter 1: Heated Memories pt.1

Chrysalis paced back and forth before her scaled throne, her limbs shaking as the breaths caught in her throat. Her thin silver wings flapped and extended themselves, twitching like mad, while her rear end shook itself as she crossed her back legs in reluctant desire.

At first sight it would appear that the Queen was having some sort of medical fit. Her withers were shaking as her hocks trembled and her barrel undulated, her body doing everything but rolling around on the ground and kicking like a child. However, she knew for the numerous changeling guards stationed around the throne chamber, the cause of their Queen’s distress was evident beyond the need for sight. The smell wafting through the throne room from their distressed monarch would more than be enough to cue them in on what was bothering her.

Chrysalis was just entering her heat cycle.

The changeling Queen was in a perpetual state of arousal and mild pain, shifting back and forth on her hooves as her increasingly heightened senses went into overdrive. Even the smallest movement of her pelvis or the swiftest breeze overwhelmed her with sensation. Her torturous estrous cycle doing its part to make every following moment of her life an explosion of powerful urges and crippling sensations. She couldn't just feel the coolness of the wind through the holes of her legs and wings, she could feel the very molecules in the wind itself. The ache for fulfillment slowly creeped into every waking thought, demanding that she satisfy her urges or else risk the unrestrained consequences.

She’d been in heat more times than she could count, each previous heat feeling less bothersome than the current. It was almost as if each heat got worse and worse, in some bizarre way to ensure she fulfilled her breeding need as quick as possible. She could still remember when even in heat she had managed to wait a week into her estrous cycle before submitting to her biology. That had been a while ago, before her heats had grown out of control, her current cycles being so powerful she could barely last a few days at most.

“Gods, damn all estrous cycles!” cried Chrysalis in her mind, shutting off her telepathic abilities, so as not to advertise any more weakness in front of her guards. She could already see their eyes flicker towards her every few minutes. When on guard duty the only focus they should be having is on the entrances and openings to the chamber, not the Queen. Nor when the queen was in her more, personal moments. Though, as the strength of her heat grew upon her, she was more aware of her own lingering scent, seeing the effect it had on their own biological imperatives.

The current post of guards were all male: sturdy, loyal, and strong soldier class changelings, who despite years of discipline, had started to give into sexual arousal from the smell of their queens home brewed lustful perfume. At least two of them had started to show the red tips of erections from their dark sheaths.

Chrysalis could almost envy the many changeling females who would be greeted tonight by their mates in full arousal and ready for a night of desperate passion. Envy that those females would get their fun while she still hadn’t been able to locate the perfect mate for herself yet.

Though the changeling race held very little in common with their Equestrian cousins (at least anymore), certain biological traits had managed to remain in the changeling evolutionary track. The biological form of estrous being the most forthcoming... and annoying.

Annoying for most females, but for a changeling queen, the heat cycle was the worse form of biological imperative. Changeling queens, could not just mate with any changeling, each heat cycle required a different changeling sperm donor (or at the very least one who had already proved themselves worthy). As a biological imperative to keep genetic diversity, changeling queens could only reproduce with changelings who managed to meet a certain criteria, specifically ones carrying a specific form of pheromones. The pheromones attracted them to their mates, only those changelings with strong enough, or desirable enough genes were able to make the scent. Their scent was created by their own biological imperatives upon smelling their queens arousal.

That of course was only the tip of the changeling mound. Chrysalis herself was rather not impressed with the exact moment of her current heat cycle. Trouble was brewing in the empire. Several lesser and separate hives were contemplating open sedition against the greater empire. This was a high priority for her concern. The changeling empire and race had enough enemies and adversaries to deal with, in-fighting with each other was the last thing they needed.

She should have been focusing on resolving that issue, but instead she was dealing with her time of the year...or at least her second time of the year. It seemed only yesterday that she had just given birth to a nest of eggs, of which all had just hatched several weeks ago, the young ones fresh and spunky.

That was the most annoying part of being queen, two heat cycles in the same year. A parting gift from their pony genes, every queen was given the gift (or curse depending on how you looked at it) of both an egg sack chamber and a working womb. The ultimate evolutionary combination of their dual insect and pony heritages.

In the beginning of the year the first cycle started, allowing for the winter period to pass before birth, upon which the eggs were moved to incubation halls until ready to hatch. They then were taken to nursery chambers for her to come to witness the births and help feed the newborns. This first cycle handled the egg breeding, while the second (which took place in the early spring) handled the apha birth. This meant that often she was carrying both pregnancies at the same time. “Try to imagine that little adventure pony females,” she thought to herself with some pride.

Alpha birthing was exactly like regular pony birthing, taking the same eleven months of gestation and involving the same method of uterus birth. The biological requirements aside, it was far less efficient than simply laying a thousand eggs. Laying eggs was far less painful than giving birth as well.

Chrysalis was not as much fond of her alpha children as she was of her hatch-lings. Most of them were brats and acted way more entitled and arrogant then they should. They also constantly questioned her and clogged up the hive mind with their stuck up shit… give her a malleable and purely obedient drone any day.

But, she did realize without the alpha’s mental help to structure and manage the telepathic hive mind, she would be furiously overwhelmed by the entire hive collective, she might even go insane. So many minds connected in one massive social and intrinsic mind link, it was far too much even for one of her mental ability and control. Chrysalis had always appreciated that aspect of her children, they increased her mental abilities and supported her mind. The alpha’s helped to share the burden, and even more, they helped organize and lead the drone flock.

Alpha’s were exceptionally great at taking positions of leadership and management in the hive, and made the perfect officer core for the changeling army. They always were a higher class, granted more strength and mental power then their drone brethren, more individual and were a complete pain in the thorax.

Their drone siblings (or underlings going by the opinion of some) were less strong, physically and mentally, but way more obedient. They formed the basis of changeling society, be they: breeders, infiltrators, soldiers, attendants, drones, harvesters, incubators. Despite their lower class, they at the very least were grateful. The alpha’s barely showed any concern for her herself, only in serving the throne. It did sometimes bother her that her alpha children didn’t seem to share the same loving bond with her that her drones did. Of course it could be because she was a bit of tyrant. She would admit that.

While the alpha’s helped to share the mental burden of the hive mind, they also were not completely bound to serve her, their individuality allowing them a level of free will that could be very dangerous if left unchecked. So Chrysalis would often violate their own mental defenses to scan their thoughts whenever she wanted. This may have led to quite a bit of animosity between them. Then again she was the queen, so fuck them.

Strafing back and forth upon the dark mound of obsidian that formed the basis of her throne, right in front of her guards, chrysalis couldn’t help but blush. Several of the drones had started to sniff loudly, her smell so great and intrusive, that they could barely ignore it anymore.

Grumbling to herself she realized she had to either leave the throne chamber or dismiss her guards. They couldn’t be expected to due their duty with her mare scent embedded in every faculty of their very being. Or to be more precise they could and would, but they would suck badly at it, impaired beyond reason.

“All of you may leave, take the night off… just get the fuck outta here!” she cried out, watching as the guards gave a terrified start before they fled down the tunnels, several rather pink and hard hanging dicks and gleaming balls burned into her vision as their owners headed straight for their nests and mates.

Her blush deepened as she realized how aroused she was getting from those images, her sexual needs going haywire. Oh why hadn’t she picked up a scent yet? There was no way the rest of her changelings could have missed her raging heat by now. It should have been wafting through every chamber and tunnel in the entire hive.

“Damn ventilation, if we didn’t need it to breath, I would so have every breathing tunnel filled in! At least then my scent would reach every corner of the hive...even if it meant they’d all suffocate oh...”she contemplated, realizing how desperate she must be indeed.

Walking back to her throne, the queen cracked her magic up, her horn glowing greenish black as she mentally flipped through her memories. As a queen Chrysalis had been born with the genetically accumulated knowledge of every queen that had come before her in her ancestral line. Hundreds of years of spells, knowledge, memories, research, strategies, and history at her beck and call. However, despite this impressive mental library, even her genetic knowledge was limited.

Chrysalis was the longest living queen. Though the changelings had lived for thousands of years, being the second race to form behind the ponies of what would become Equestria, Chrysalis’s time of ascension to the throne had started after their morphological change into the insect pony hybrids they were now. As such the genetic knowledge of those queens before her was limited, the ability only having been gained from their joining with their insect heritage.

Even still, she was most grateful for it, for it meant she was able to find the knowledge she sought right now. Smirking as she came upon the memories of one of her ancestors who had plundered a great library in Equestria. For there she had found the culmination of all pony exploration and findings of the changeling race.

Chrysalis was most pleased to find that even the greatest scholars of ponykind believed her and her race to be backwards primitives with no social status. Such underestimation of her kind would be their downfall. Ignorance was a great weapon when used correctly. They saw them as less than intelligent creatures. More like ants than ponies. Whether they actually believed that, or used it to help convince themselves that the two species were not similar, she did not know, but it amused her to think the latter.

Oh if those ponies only knew how similar they really were. They believed the changelings only had one race, a queen (a position--not species, according to one pony scholar) a position for the biggest and smartest of the race--ooh somepony with sense and taste-- and her drones. In reality, like the ponies, they too had more than one distinct species. The queen for the alicorn, the alpha with the unicorn, and then the drones for the earth ponies. While on the topic, the ponies four races were an equally intriguing point of study with Chrysalis herself.

From her personal research, each species of pony had specific characteristics and traits that made them unique and well suited for the various activities in Equestria. In The changeling lands, weather and seasons were changed by nature, in Equestria the ponies themselves were responsible, the various species each with their own set of tasks and responsibilities.

The changelings however, had one evolutionary advantage over the pony race. The fact that changelings be they: Queen, alpha, or drone, were gifted with magical and mental abilities as well as the ability to fly all inherent from birth. They were a unicorn, pegasus and earth pony all in one. Queens themselves were the most elite class, much like the alicorn’s… leaders, all powerful, and encompassing. Granted it was said that Celestia Solaris, Princess of Equestria, keeper of the Holy Star and master of the sun itself, was a god.

She definitely had the age, to prove it, and her ability to draw the sun every morning was unquestionable. But Chrysalis did not believe that made you a god. It definitely made you powerful, but she too could live for ages. With enough love she could last ten to twenty thousand years estimated. Of course that was her thinking. She also had quite a lot of power herself, more importantly she also had the combined power and memory of every queen before her, and her powers were heightened by the very presence of her fellow species. No Celestia was no god, and Chrysalis was adamant that she would prove so one day. The ponies liked to believe they were the greatest race on the planet, the most holiest of thou, but they weren’t.

Changelings had the ability to shape shift, fly, use magic, all at once. Only the more adept unicorns could shape-shift, let alone fly, and not without the use of spells. The earth ponies could never hope to carry the weight or possess the strength that a single changeling was capable of weathering, and no pegasus had ever felt the collective power of the hive mind running through them, lending them the strength and agility of thousands to their own.

Chrysalis loved these moments of deep contemplation, especially when she was in need of distraction. Her heat all but forgotten in her cocoon of ambitions and dreams. She often felt the need to discuss these matters with herself, enjoying the solitude. However, sometimes being alone made her unhappy. While she would never disagree that she was good company, she wished she could share these intimate thoughts with another.

Normally she used the hive mind to maintain her social obligations and requirements, but even with the hive mind, she could not share such intimate thoughts the same as she could with someone special. She often turned off the hive mind during these sessions, not wanting to broadcast her private thoughts to her followers.

She was about to try and figure out how she could fall asleep with this blasted heat when she suddenly froze. Her neck craning high as she inhaled through her nostrils, her increased level of smell overloading her other senses. Sleep could wait, this was just about to get very interesting.

Upon the breeze now flowing through her chamber, she smelled something good...better than good, something grand, alluring, powerful...out of this fucking world! It was the unmistakable scent of male… proud, strong, virile… close.

She sniffed again, ooh salt and water, he was sweaty--must have been doing something exhausting. Young… definitely young, she could smell how ripe his pheromones were, most likely two-three seasons past maturity, so he was young but not too young...just how she liked them. He most likely had not even had enough time to form any bad habits, that she would need to break. Though she might enjoy breaking him down, ruining the poor lad for life.

“Oh that’s a devilish thought,” she mentally growled with a smile, her long tongue slithering out of her mouth as she licked her lips. The thought of dominating a male so badly he would be ruined for other females for the rest of his days. How exotic, he might have others in his time, but he would never be able to shake the allure and desire for fresh queen, hot and ready.

Sniffing some more she was able to narrow down on his particular scent. Oh, he’s a healthy one, absolutely no trace of disease or genetic disorders. Fertile too, if he is young he must have some stamina? and it seemed that he was perfectly ready to sire some little ones, maybe even triplets from the strength of his scent.

The queen licked her lips as her predatory nature began to kick in, her eyes dilating and then narrowing as new hormones and dark desires began to filter through her. Leaning her body down she ignored the feelings of heat and crouched into a stance like a fierce jungle cat. She was tired of holding her composure, her mental defenses were exhausted and her ability to hold back her urges was fading by the second.

She was a queen, but she also was a female, a primal being going through the trials of love and tribulation. She wasn’t supposed to act so restrained when a potential mate was on the call, she should be taking him as fast and as many times as they both were able, or at the most as much as she was able before he quit. That had been the same result of all her other past flings and mating's, not a shred of love to be found among them. Just a wham bang thank you mama and that was it!

But now it was her turn to wham bam and then leave, let them feel that crushing feeling of being used and left alone, even though she knew deep down that that was the nature of the game, and how changeling breeding was designed to work.

What made it more infuriating was that she had felt the empowering taste of love before, her oldest and longest lover being not only one of her chief confidants but her oldest friend. Together they had sired several generations of the finest changelings ever seen in this hive. But that had been three-hundred years ago, and over time the passion had faded, the love growing stale and cold with age. She had come to realize that while it had been love, it was not true love, true love it was said, never faded.

Now it was less passion and more about necessity, and she could tell the hive had suffered for it. Because of this, their relationship on a personal level had been strained, and they sired less and less broods together. It was almost mechanical now and Chrysalis hated every second of it.

It was no longer about mutual completion, coming together in passion and joy to create new life, to bring fresh young minds and lives into the hive and the world. Now it was just answering a need, filling a role only for the purpose of serving the hive. Never for just serving herself or themselves. It was not how she sometimes dreamed it would be. Never how she wanted it to be.

Well fine, she was done dreaming and she was done waiting, now she was going to find this changeling. She would seize him, size him up (had to see what she was working with, smell alone couldn’t do that) and then the queen would press the importance of her needs on him, by any means necessary. She furiously launched herself into the tunnels, using her nose to sniff out the male of her affections. Her more magical applications for searching being forgotten in her primitive need.

She was a queen and she was on the hunt. And the gods have mercy (or envy) on the hunted.