I love my children. As I relax, the cute little grubs are crawling all over me, bounties from my last harvest of seed. It's like being covered in a pile of chitinous kittens. My hormones give me a surge of love and I use it to feed my young. They're going to need lots of love to grow up strong and crafty. And I'll need lots of love to get them there. After all, it's going to be some years before they can operate in pony society successfully without being found out and brutally murdered. I let out a sigh on one little grub, cuter than the rest. "Thorax..." I sigh, feeling the special glow that comes with meeting ones new young. The little thing chirps happily at this. I think my hive will have a fantastic infiltrator in the future.

Seconds out of the egg and they crawled towards me, instinctively seeking their mother. I guess that's one way we are like the ponies -- we all loved our mothers, only we love our mothers to death.

I roll onto my back and play with them, enjoying the moment. Much uncertainty and fear has surrounded their making. Their father almost killed me. I made a mental note to keep pillow talk to a minimum in the future so that the afterglow of orgasm would not so lessen my guard. What did I care? He was in the ground and I had escaped. Him and his wife both. I had tried to capture them, but, despite him going down before he even knew what was happening, she put up a struggle and didn't quite survive being taken in. A pity, I could have used both for their love. I just had to be in his wife's shape when I asked a stupid question about Applejack. Maybe someday I'll bring the hive round for another one of their supposedly famous family reunions. Oh, the love I could harvest from those...

Would I ever tell my children about their father? Of course not. They didn't need to know who he was or what happened to him. All that mattered was their mother, the one who gave them life, and for whom they would give their lives.

Although my heart is hard and cold, holding my newborn children, I smile for real. I love them so much!

I wake up. My face is wet. Funny thing that. Why is water leaking from my eyes? My head hurts a bit, but I stumble into the bathroom. I take some ibuprofen and retrieve the booze from my nightstand. I take three big gulps. The burning liquid sloshes its way down my throat and into my stomach. Soon, I feel the intoxication take hold. I drink again, this time for my children who aren't here.

My abdomen feels not quite the same as ever. It's now slightly swollen -- not yet too big as of this moment, but it will be. My body is telling me that Parabolic Trajectory's seed has taken root inside me. Good kid. Cute kid. Stupid kid. Vicious kid. Unknowing father. He shall never know what his brief bout of pleasure has wrought. This may sound wrong and alien to ponies, but, to us changelings, fathers matter as much as fallen pine needles. Odds are if a pony has ever found themselves seduced by an irresistible stranger or patronized a prostitute, odds are not inconsiderate they've done it with a changeling, and perhaps may even have fathered some changeling spawn. Indeed, it has been more than two weeks since our mating and I have lain with more than a dozen other ponies. Soon, it will be time for me to lay my eggs. Poor nymphs, they will be born to serve me, and they will die in my service.

I go back into the bathroom to splash some water on my face. Its coolness grounds me back in reality. I have no family to speak of. For a changeling, this is unheard of. It's all the fault of those ponies! I slam my hoof down on the countertop. I turn the lights on with my horn and look into the mirror. I see my face, black as ever. In these moments, I swear that my more jagged features as softened, perhaps just by a trick of the light. My lips curl downwards. I can see my mother's gently rounded features. I grit my teeth. What would she do?

Really, what would she do?

Take it out on somepony, of course. If not some drone, then some captive, and if I were around, then me. I shivered. Then I smirked. She hadn't been able to push me around forever. In the end, i had challenged her for the hive and won, as was our way.

But that doesn't solve my conundrum. Fuck it, my head is so full! I need some release...

I return to the bed and lay on my back. Then, I bring my hoof down between my legs and begin to rub. I brush my clit, getting some initial sparks of pleasure as I touch it lightly to build sensitivity. I feel myself grow wetter down there and rub the whole length on my foreleg along my slit. My body twitches in response. I let out my first little gasp of pleasure as I intensify the circling motions around my clit. I The fire of arousal is now blazing within me. My pussy is making such naughty, juicy noises. How my body needs this! I feel stress peeling off me as I enjoy the feelings from between my legs wholly by myself for myself -- no business or plan involved other than feeling good. There is no grudgingly accepted organ between my legs -- as much as I love intercourse, I haven't really been in the mood since the wedding -- disastrous strategic blunders tend to ruin ones libido. The pleasure is building from a tingle to a buzz. Oh how I've missed this without even knowing it. I squirm a little to get a better angle on my clit and vulva as I switch hooves. My hoof traces a long, delicious curve around the base of my clit. I open my mouth and moan.

The pleasure is starting to get the better of me and I can't stop as I just eat up the joyous sensations pouring from between my legs. Harder and faster I go. I dirty talk myself, spurring myself on to greater heights. "Faster, you dirty bitch, let me hear you moan. Make yourself cum... I want to see you lose control for me... show me you can."

A few more minutes of frantic, sweaty touching do the trick.

My legs start to buckle. My breathing is crazy and my heart pounding like a thunderous drum. I'm gasping and panting in carnal delight. Just a little more... I feel an incandescent bolt of pleasure shoot through me... so sensitive. I- I'm- oh fuck! Ahahhhhh! YES! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! OOOOHHH! FuUuuUUUck! Primal bliss surges throughout my entire body. I let out a high scream of pleasure as my climax rocks me to my core. I write in beautiful agony, making nameless sounds. In this moment, I am nothing but a bitch in heat and I love it! White flashes splash across my vision. I flick the tip of my sensitive clit, sending myself into hysterics. M y release is colossal, unstoppable! Oooh Yesyesyesyes! More, I need more! I gasp and shudder, riding out my orgasm until, at last, I collapse in a satisfied heap.

Oh, wow, that was good. I needed that. I can think clearly now...

A plan forms in my head. I know just what to do now.

And what do you know, mother was right -- a good orgasm can unclog the tubes down there and up top.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! As always, if you have anything to say, please post it. I apologize for taking so long with this chapter. There'll be proper sex in the next one. I hope you enjoyed reading this.

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