Princess Bork was a behemoth. Shaggy, thick, yet had a wild beauty about her. Her great horns were adorned with gold, and she wore a tribal dress of fur and leather with a necklace of polished silver and agates. And, beneath her blue eyes was the smile of a lady who adored small fragile creatures. Like children.

She was fairly equal in height with mother, yet her hand was about the same size I was. As she cradled me in one, her free hand dangled a string of scrimshawed bones and shiny rocks above my head.

"Little pony precious," she said with a hearty laugh. "Yaks bring many gifts for allpony prince."

Allpony seemed to be their way of saying alicorn.

"He will love them," mother said, peaking at the large bag carried by the male the princess had brought with her. Yep, it seemed the rule of anthro female/primitive male was a constant in this world. Were their other examples? He was a big fella himself, had a serious look on his face under those gold-covered horns. Heavy beard too, and with a decorative heavy blanket thrown over his back.

"Rutherford," she turned and spoke to the gyag (male yaks are called gyags, you've learned something today), "find pony to give bag to."

The gyag snorted and moved through the crowd to fulfill his mate's wish.

Bork smiled. "Him good husband. But still punished for harming Book Princess' home."

"Oh, it was alright," Twilight tried to dismiss the incident. But Bork didn't seem to be taking any of it.

"No," she stated resolutely. "Him bad gyag to harm relations."

"He was just confused," fluttershy put in her two cents. good for her, for such a shy thing, she could make herself heard. "You isolated yourselves for generations. Then he comes into a strange place filled with people he'd never seen. He was protecting you, princess. Strange tasting food... it could have been harmful. Strange little animals he'd never seen.."

"Could be harmful," Bork finished for her. She looked away and snorted. The yellow pegasus eeped and ducked behind her rainbow friend. "Fine. Yak see point. Will stop punishment."

"Well, it has been three years," Rainbow said under her breath. "Seems a little extreme, even by yak standards."

I think she was lucky the yak in question hadn't heard her.

"Prince get one present early," she said, turning back to me. My eyes lit up, in wonder. What kind of weird thing had they brought me from their homeland? Then I saw her slip a bone from a loop on the front of her dress, and I see the gift she's brought.

Well.. that was certainly different. You know yaks have udders, with fours teats. Well, I guess the anthropomorphic version of them is to four breasts. No, just one nipple apiece. And normal looking too, weirdos. Anyway, the lower set was smaller than the upper set, and, like her hands, her chest and belly were covered in short tan fur. contrasting the rest of her shaggy self. And the nipples were a mottled brown and pink. I licked my lips curiously.

"Fresh yak milk," Bork declared proudly. "Allpony prince first taste should be freshest."

Mother smiled and nodded. "Thank you Princess Bork. My son would gladly love to take communion with you."

Boy, would I? Almost as soon as I latched on to her I was almost overwhelmed by the milk that ushered forth. But, after the initial shock, it slowed to a steady trickle. Bork laughed uproariously.

"Forgive Bork, allpony prince," she said in a softer tone. "Long trip make Bork neglect milk pressure. It good you no choke. Would shame Bork. Shame yaks."

"It would have been fine, Bork," mother reassured her. "My son is a strong colt."

Bork nodded as she gently stroked the back of my head with a finger. "Bork can feel it. This pony very strong."

Her milk was thick. Not quite whipped cream, but smooth and sweet, like berries. Out of curiosity, I let go and went for the smaller breast below. No, tasted the same, though it fit easier in my mouth, and I have and boob practically lying on top of me. This was cool.

She eventually pulled me away and brought me up to face level where she nuzzled my belly. "Good appetite. He become even stronger." She passed me back to my mother as she put her dress back together. "Yaks would also love if I pledged my next two daughters to wed allpony prince."

Mother got a look in her eyes that told me she liked what she was hearing. She gave me a loving squeeze. "There's no need to be so excessive. Just one would suffice."

"Then what I do with other one?" Bork asked, making everyone one confused. Then she burst out laughing. "Yak joke."

There was some polite laughing that followed. Well, it was kind of funny I guess.

"Very well," Bork said as she stopped laughing, "next daughter I birth is wife for prince."

"Well, then we should discuss the arrangements and politics after my son's party," mother told her with a grateful incline of her head. "Please, mingle and help yourself to some refreshments. We hired a yak to cook Yakyakastan treats just for you and your husband."

Princess smiled gratefully. "Allpony princess honor yaks. I go."

"Well," Cadance said, carrying Flurry Heart over towards her aunt. My mother. "Seems you got one part of his future harem already locked down."

"There is an enormous amount of prestige in being immortal, Cadance," mother said in a quiet tone as he rock me a little. "Power attracts power. But, it also attracts the power hungry. Always try to discern the two apart. Princess Bork is a noble and honorable soul. I can trust her and her intentions."

Cadance nodded. "We shall see, auntie."

"Though, speaking of marriages," mother turned to look at Twilight. "When are you gonna find a stallion, my faithful student?"

The lavender alicorn turned beet red. "Er, w-well, I've got plenty of time, Celestia. You know... b-being an alicorn.. and..."

"She's been eyeing a certain yellow pegasus guard," Rainbow teased, boucing her brow suggestively.

"Rainbow Dash," Twilight squealed, causing he dragon about her neck to start.

"Oh, are you talking about Flash Sentry?" Cadance asked, a devious smile on her face. "Gee, I send you some guards, and you start having eyes for one of them? Perish the thought."

Twilight scowled at the pink alicorn. "You monster."

Cadance's grin grew. "Would you rather me take them back and send some new ones?"

"No," Twilight said quickly. Too quickly. She covered her face and groaned. "Fine, yes. I like the stallion."

"Then why don't you let him claim you?" Cadance asked. "Your parents would adore some more grandchildren."

"Th-that's not the point," twilight stuttered.

Celestia chuckled. "But, Twilight, if you keep waiting, your friends will spend many more nights without a stallion's touch."

"What?" Twilight asked, confused. "What have they got to do with my scathing virginity?"

Celestia and Cadance looked genuinely shocked. "You mean you don't know?"

Now Twilight was worried. "Know what?"

"Seriously?" cadence spoke up. "Well, we must remedy this as soon as possible."

"Remedy what?" Twilight cried desperately. "What am I not getting?"

"Twilight," Celestia began softly, "you and your friends are linked. Ever since you became the Elements of Harmony, you've all shared a destiny."

"How do you mean?" Twilight asked, taking Spike from about her neck and hugging him to her chest in concern.

Mother turned to Rainbow Dash. "Dash, have you ever wondered why you haven't been looking for a stallion? Or you, Pinky. Rarity? Fluttershy? Applejack."

One-by-one, they shook their heads. But realization was beginning to dawn on them.

"You mean... we're waiting for Twilight to find us a stud?" Pinkie gasped, clasping the sides of her face in amazement. "That's... that's almost as incredible as when I tried to made semla but wound up making a croquembouche instead."

"Er, yes," Celestia said, confused. "What's croquembouche?"

Pinkie didn't answer. She instead marched up tot Twilight and grabbed her by the shoulders. "You are marrying that stallion before Hearth's Warming… do you hear me, Princess? I've gone long enough without being rutted silly by a stallion."

"Pinkie," Twilight started, a little cowed. "You can't..."

"No, Twilight," Pinkie said warningly. "It's thanks to you that Maud gave my parents their first grandchild. Then Limestone... then Marble. I was supposed to be first, not last."

Twilight looked to her friends for help. But they weren't looking so sympathetic.

Rarity seemed angry. "Twilight, you're supposed to be one of the smartest mares in Equestria. How could you do this to us?"

"I-I didn't know," Twilight pleaded.

"We would have helped you pick out good candidates," Applejack snorted. "My family knows lots of places to find studs just right for forming a herd around."

"Hey, Flash Sentry will work just fine," Rainbow Dash spoke up.

"I never said he wouldn't," Applejack told her calmly. "But she never met him until two years after we became the elements."

"You still make it sound like we're settling," Rainbow Dash accused her.

Applejack rolled her yes. "He's a war stallion, strong, fast, and clever. A little high maintenance, statically shorter lived that a draft stallion, but excellent genes for producing healthy young'uns. Likely produce more aggressive colts, especially with you and Twilight, war stallions being in your genes after all."

Rainbow Dash smirked a bit. "You know it."

"Well?" Pinkie demanded loudly, giving Twilight a hard shake. "I'm tired of making love to my bed post without a specific stud in mind. Do you understand frustrating that is, Purple Smart?"

Twilight nodded. "Okay, Pinkie. I get it. I've... I've been..."

"No," Mother said placing a hand on her head. "I am at fault too. I should have known you weren't romantically knowledgeable. And I don't mean book knowledgeable, Twilight."

The lavender alicorn sighed and slumped at the shoulders. "Yeah... I guess..."

"I guess we're a bunch of dunderheads too," Applejack said. "Should'a realized somethin' was wrong. Afore we met, I was always flirtin' with the studs. As were the rest of us I imagine."

Rarity sighed and laid a hand on her brow. "I suppose it can't be helped. We've failed each other."

Pinkie let go of Twilight and looked ashamed. "Y-yeah. We shouldn't play the blame game. Especially because Twilight's gonna get us active with a stallion as soon as we get to Ponyville, right?"

The other four mares nodded.

"Right," they said in unison.

"What?" Twilight cried, she started to protest, but was cowed by their glares. "O-okay... I suppose I have been getting a little... tense. Some relief would be nice."

"Exactly," Applejack said as she came up and hugged Twilight. "Now we'll all be sisters."

"And we can share communion as much as we want," Pinkie said, jumping in on the hug. The others soon followed suit. Mother and Cadance looked at each other knowingly.

"Why don't we leave them to make their plans," mother said, starting to walk away. Cadance followed, but after she set Flurry upon her husbands back and pointed them in the direction of the refreshments.

"Now, don't let her overload on sweets, Shiny," she instructed him as he walked off.

The doors opened again. "Now arriving. King Thorax of the Changeling Hive, and the royal harem."

King? Was the sexual dimorphism not the rule? Was there and exception? I looked to see a giant... insect pony? He was green with colorful spots and orange antlers atop his shiny head. There were some weird orbs on his neck that looked like natural growths. And, he walked on all fours like the other males I had seen. He walked boldly and with purpose at the head of a small group of females.

The females were much shorter than him, and just had a single curved horn on their heads. They were variety of colors. Eyes of a single solid color, and they wore clothes that almost appeared to be made out of leaves and flowers. They marched in formation behind the male, smiling broadly.

The king stopped in front of us. He was a little shorter than mother, but much taller than any male I had yet seen. It was hard to tell, but I think his purple orbs were focused on me. Mother seemed pleased with his presence and laid a hand on his cheek.

"Welcome, your highness," she greeted him like an old friend. "I'm so glad you could grace us with your presence."

He didn't react to her speech, but, instead bent his head down until his nose was just fractions form mine. I stared back into those purple orbs, wondering what was going on. Was he intelligent or not? His own little horn lit up, and the next thing I knew, he had placed a tiny clay jar in my hooves. Once this was done he straightened back up and bugled something at the females before walking off.

Most of them dispersed, one followed him, and another stayed behind.

"Our king just presented the young prince with a small amount of royal jelly," she explained with a happy smile, mother smiled back. "We have brought other gifts from our hive, but felt this would be the most appropriate to be presented first."

Mother nodded. "I appreciate it. Er… who made it?"

The changeling laughed. "Males cannot make honey or the jelly, Princess. It was a collective effort by his harem. Were he not of a primitive mind, I'm sure he would have made his pleasure at the sight of the new prince more clear."

Ah. So he wasn't intelligent. Just... something else.

"I'm sure," mother said.

"Though, if I may, we heard it was tradition to welcome a new member of royalty with milk from the breast," the changeling said, looking to mother for confirmation.

She nodded. "Between nations who are good friends, yes."

The changeling smiled. In a burst of light, she transformed herself into a blue mare with candy-striped hair. Holy... she just transformed into a blue mare with candy-striped hair! No, that's not a typo, I did repeat that. She just transformed into a blue mare with candy-striped hair. How... what? This world grows more amazing by the second.

"Ah," she began, shuffling a bit, "i-if you'll allow me, princess."

Mother tilted her head to the side. "You can give milk?"

"It's really a white, watery honey," the changeling... heck, I'm calling her Candy, fuck it... said with a blush. "It helps with a disguise so we can feed our young without being detected."

Mother considered this and then passed me to Candy. I watched as the dress opened like a blooming flower to offer her breasts. Uh... the nipple was changing colors in a mesmerizing fashion.

"Why did you have to change?" mother asked as I latched on.

Candy smiled sheepishly. "Well... your highness. We changelings… er, you ponies are mammals and have mammary glands. We changelings... secrete it at will and... spit it up."

Mother recoiled a bit at that thought.

"B-but changing into a different form shifts the ducts to, well, the simulated mammary glands," Candy explained. "I guessed it would be more appropriate."

"You guessed right," mother smiled oddly. I'm sure she was imagining a changeling puking into my mouth like a mother bird.

The honey was sweet. Really sweet. It tasted like how you would imagine honey to taste, but also had a hint of oranges and mint. I didn't even have to suckle. Like she said, she willed it to flow, it just started coming from the simulated nipple as soon as I latched on.

The changeling smiled. "I can see why mammals enjoy this. It's much more intimate. Perhaps we changelings should do this more often with our brood. I can see it catching on."

And, just like that, the world is a better place. It's good to be helping.

Author's Note

Okay, before anyone starts talking about the changelings having incest and stuff: there is a species of ant that is literally born genetically different from it's parents and siblings. So, yes, it's incest, but not genetically. So there is no inbreeding.