Gel sighed, she had no idea how ponies lived in such an unorganised society. In the hive every changeling had a set job from birth that they did without complaint. It was perfect.

But ponies all just seemed to do whatever they wanted, some even had entirely useless jobs of which Gel could not see the purpose.

She sighed again, really the rule of changelings would have been beneficial for them. Picking up a jar or jelly she smiled, “I admit they at least have have some good points.”

The changeling turned at the sound of knocking at the door to the bedroom she had made into a makeshift lair. “You may enter the kingdom of Geldonia.”

Sugar opened the door to the room, trotting inside once her eyes adjusted to the gloom. “It's darker than a Zebra’s stripes in here. Do you really need to keep the curtains closed all the time?”

Gel glared at the unicorn, cursing her necessity. “I need this atmosphere to plan revenge for my queen and my race.”

“It looks more like you're eating jelly in a pillow fort,” replied the unicorn teasingly.

“The new ruler of the changelings requires a castle and a feast!” Shouted Gel angrily.

“Jelly in a pillow fort.”

Gel scowled at the unicorn's insolence. “My first decree as queen will be having your horn turned into a desk ornament!”

“What did you want anyway?” Asked Gel after calming down.

“I met with Roseluck today, we talked about her giving you the jelly.”

“Hmph… I hoped that my first slave would have been more resistant to torture.”

“She told me as soon as I listened to her story,” said Sugar.

“That codswallop about her and a changeling? As if a changeling would lower themselves to showing affection to a pony. The only thing we need from ponies is their love. It was probably just using her.”

“Really? I thought it made quite the sweet story, two creatures who are normally enemies finding that love can bring anything together,” sighed the unicorn dreamily.

“What a shame that ponies blasted us away before we could hold hooves and dance into the merry night.” Replied Gel, leering at the unicorn.

The unicorn, apparently not noticing the sarcasm continued talking. “I told Roseluck that I would pick up the jelly from now on, a florist delivering jams might start to get a little suspicious.”

“Hm… it would be bad if I was revealed before I was powerful enough to defeat the princesses and elements. I agree to you becoming my slave.”

“How exactly do you plan on beating them when a whole army of changelings couldn't?” Asked Sugar.

“Do you really think I've been sitting here doing nothing? I have been training my magic with dark and secret techniques.”

“Secret techniques? You haven't moved from this room since I brought you here.”

“Ha! Obviously you don't realise what I've been doing. This jelly you ponies have holds a great and mystical power which has been passed down the line of queens since our creation,” shouted Gel, raising her front legs in excitement.

“Queens are created when a chosen changeling consumes some royal jelly, her body changes and her magic increases massively. So imagine how powerful I will become after consuming all of this jelly.”

“You think that this will help you become a queen?” Asked Sugar Spoon, levitating a jar of store brand grape jelly. “Why would ponies have changeling jelly in jars?”

“Obviously it's proof that ponies are an oppressive race who steal our precious resources and use them for tasty toast toppings.”

“Right… Ponies are the ones who steal. It's not like changelings steal love or anything.”

“We take what we need to survive, we would all die without love to feed us!” Shouted Gel angrily.

Sugar Spoon looked down, regretting the words she had spoken without thinking. “I'm sorry. But I'm not sure if that jelly is the same that you changelings eat, I mean you don't appear to have changed at all.”

“I've always been a later bloomer, it took me a few hours longer than most to hatch. The power probably just takes a while to take hold.” replied Gel, a slight uncertainty betrayed in her voice.

The mare sighed, “perhaps we should change the subject? Tell me something of the hive.”

Gel brightened considerably, “You wish to know of the hive? The hive is a place of wondrous uniformity, every changeling is given a place from birth. There is no poverty in the hive, no sadness or hate. Each changeling is happy to complete their given task.”

“And what was your task?” Asked Sugar.

“I was one of a group of backup queens, Chrysalis made us a year before the invasion. We were created in case Chrysalis fell during the fight, one of us would replace her and rule over the hive.”

“So basically you were a princess?”

“In a way. For a year I viewed the knowledge kept in the hive mind, in order to be a better ruler. When I wasn't learning I fed, I would consume love for half of each day.”

Gel looked away for a moment. “Then the day or the invasion came, the hive was busier than I had ever seen. Work was tripled and Chrysalis spent every moment planning for every eventuality.”

“I was chosen to lead a squadron of warriors, we were to lead the forces in when Chrysalis gave the signal. Everything went well until that blasted Twilight freed Cadence and gave her the chance to throw us out of Canterlot,” hissed the changeling.

“After that I was weakened, I could no longer sense the hive mind. I was lost in a land I didn't understand. I hid in the Everfree for a time, but that turned out to be too dangerous and without food. I know that I would have to find love to consume.”

“That's me!” Said Sugar brightly.

“Right… I used the last of my strength to take the form of a pegasus and travelled into Ponyville, but it seemed I had overestimated myself slightly. My magic failed and I found myself falling, my last memory is of hitting the ground.”

“You must have fallen into my garden at that point, you're lucky I found you.”

“Yeah… I'm sooo lucky.”

Author's Note

Constructive criticism and tips or super appreciated.