A Change in Scale

A collab between Macro Zecora and Klamnei

Chapter 1: Old Coals Stir

“Isn’t this amazing, Pharynx?!” Thorax gestured about their guest room in Canterlot Castle. “The windows! The artwork! The BEDS! It looks so much better than from outside a pink forcefield!”

Pharynx, Thorax’s brother, grunted as he watched the window for possible snipers. “My squad breached the gates during the invasion. Wait until you see the stained glass windows.”

It was the day of the annual Allied Nations Summit. Hosted every year in a different capital, the Summit was a meeting of all the friendly races to discuss trade, global affairs, and defense against hostile threats. This certainly wasn’t the first time Equestria had played host, but it was the first since Thorax and Pharynx had rose to power.

Thorax did a little dance, his hooves thudding on the plush carpet. “Ooooh, I wanna know everything I can about this whole city! I wanna see all the markets, and monuments, and—”

“We don’t have time,” Pharynx said, walking over to him. “The Summit starts in ninety minutes. We have to stay here.”

Thorax wilted. “Awww, but we always sightsee beforehoof! That’s what’s fun about these meetings!”

Pharynx grit his teeth. “Which is why we usually arrive early. We’re cutting things close as it is here—”

“Because someling tried to sever a train car coupling,” Thorax grumbled.

Pharynx glared at his younger—albeit much larger and more imposing brother. “I told you, that device looked like an explosive. I thought someone was trying to disable the train.”

Thorax shrank away. Even now, the dreaded Big Brother Glare sent chills up his spine. “L-Look, I need a breather before we dive into all this. I can’t handle being in a stuffy train car all day, then going straight into a stuffy castle room talking about stuffy things with stuffy leaders! I gotta get out and mingle for a bit without having to be all calm and dignified!”

“Being dignified is what dignitaries do,” Pharynx said without missing a beat. “Equestrians may have a high tolerance for silliness, but you still represent our race. Never forget that.”

Thorax started to pout, but then, a slow smirk crept up on his face. “Yes, Thorax is a foreign dignitary...” He shapeshifted with a burst of green flame, turning into a blue pegasus with a pocket watch cutie mark. “...but Monsieur Grand Erner isn’t.”

Pharynx fought the urge to facehoof. “Please, no…”

“Hear me out,” Thorax said. “You’re my chief of security, right? That means it’s your job to keep me safe!”

“Which is why your impulsiveness drives me looney.”

Thorax ignored that. “What if… what if you were to take my place? You’ll be all calm and collected and awesome like always, and I’ll have time to, erm… empty my head, let’s say.”

Pharynx narrowed his eyes. “Which head, exactly?”

Thorax’s wings twitched at his sides. “Well, e-erm… y’know…”

And here was why Pharynx was glad he wasn’t king. “You forgot your lust inhibitor again.”

“I got distracted!” Thorax blurted. “A new letter from Ocellus came, then Chittersong wanted me to listen to the latest version of the national anthem, and then Ditto delivered his report on—”

“Three times now,” Pharynx said. “I know they call you the king of the lovebugs, but you can’t keep forgetting the item that reins in your ridiculous sex drive! I swear, I’m starting to think you’re doing it on purpose!”

Thorax dragged a hoof along the floor. “Ph-Phary, please… I never mean to forget, honest! But there’s nothing for it now, and… y-you don’t understand how strong the urge is! I-I… I almost went nuts on the train coming here, and I’m not gonna be able to focus on anything like this…”

Pharynx stared long and hard at his baby brother. “Why couldn’t have you have been a no-nonsense dictator? Or even a reclusive despot? That would’ve be easier to serve under.”

Thorax gave him puppy dog eyes. “Pleeeeeeeeeease?”

Pharynx let out a long, slow sigh. “Fine. Go and do what you need to do, but hive almighty, do it discreet, and with consent. The last thing we need is a sex scandal right before the Summit.”

Thorax caught Pharynx in a tacklehug. “You’re the best! What would I do without you?”

The tiniest of smiles graced Pharynx’s lips. “Let’s pray we never find out. Now, hurry and go, Little Fang. I can’t cover for you forever.”

“Gotcha!” He stepped away from Pharynx just in time to see him shapeshift into ‘Thorax’. The two of them nodded to each other, then the real Thorax snuck out of the room while Pharynx waited for the escort to bring him to the meeting.

***

The castle hallways were bustling with workers and foreign assistants alike. Ponies in gold armor watched creatures of all kinds move to and fro, everything from griffons to hippogriffs to kirin to buffalo trotting under the light of ornate chandeliers. No one paid attention to Thorax as he joined the throng, merely walking around him when he slowed to check his disguise in a window.

Thorax struggled to remember how to get back to the main entrance. He wasn’t kidding when he said he couldn’t focus—his body was built for LOTS of sex, and the longer he fought the urge, the harder it became to ignore. A myriad of emotions was already assailing his sensitive nose, the entire spectrum of feelings pressing in on him from all sides. It was sometimes hard to tell what was what with the smell of other races’ food tinging everything, but one thing was certain, the emotion that stuck out most was the hot, spicy aroma of lust.

“Mmm…” Thorax raised his head and sniffed. Perhaps it was because of his current state, but to him, it smelled like the whole castle was saturated in sex. “Guess I’m not the only creature feeling antsy...”

He flared his nose for another deep whiff. So many choices available, a veritable buffet for him to choose from. He began sifting through the spicy scents for a partner that stuck out, not particularly picky about gender or race. Such things were a lower priority for a shapeshifter—what mattered more was if the creature could give him a good time—

And then he caught wind of it. Not a hot, spicy lust, but a fiery, searing need. A mere eddy of it was almost enough to bowl him over, and a few faint whiffs later, he was drooling in more ways than one. Thorax shivered as he followed the scent like a bloodhound, his mind getting foggier with each heady sniff.

“Female…” Thorax travelled downstairs into one of the ballrooms and began weaving through a crowd of diplomats. “Young… and fertile, wow, very much so... “ He suddenly caught a hint of vanilla. “Inexperienced? Interesting...”

Thorax moved past the finely-prepared dishes of hippogryph sushi and griffin pastries. He ignored the rambling diplomats, disregarded the dull-eyed employees, looked straight through the intense musicians. Everything was a blur as he hunted down the heavenly scent, the crowd thinning as he made his way over to the far corner. The aroma beckoned to him like a moth to the flame, and after sidestepping a large yak blocking his view…

“Oh...”

Thorax had met Dragon Lord Ember many times before whilst visiting Ponyville. That’d been years ago, though, and while he did recall the dragons being at every Summit, it’d always been an emissary. This was the first time Ember had come that he’d known of, and the first time they’d crossed paths in hive-only-knew how long.

And hive alive, had she flourished. Now a towering six foot-four, Ember loomed over everyone in the room save the yaks and the Equestrian royalty. The light from the stained-glass windows reflected off her glistening blue scales to make her shine and outline her lithe, curvaceous form. Her arms were smooth and toned, her claws were perfectly filed, her large, egg-rearing hips were wide and full, and her long tail swayed back and forth between her powerful legs. drifting up now and then to lightly fan her nethers. She was leaning against a pillar munching on sapphires while two dragon guards stood watch—said guards even more massive and menacing than her.

Thorax realized he was sweating. He had just enough time to curse mammal biology before a fresh blast of Ember’s desire hit him like an ursa major. Now it was laced with physical arousal, a sweet and pungent scent reminiscent of… ozone? How she didn’t have a waterfall between her legs, Thorax didn’t know. But regardless, he immediately stepped forward to approach her, smiling wide and waving.

“Dragon Lord Ember! Wow, you’ve grown since—”

The guards blocked his path. They gripped their spears and growled, eying Thorax like a bite-sized morsel.

“Eep.”

“I swear to Io,” Ember said in a strange, hissing language. “If you dungbrains keep trying to scare off every creature that tries to talk to me, I’ll make you sing a song about the importance of manners! Stand down! NOW!”

Thorax’s ears twitched. That had definitely been Ember, but her voice was fuller and smoother, her once-gruff rasp now like the purr of a great cat. He’d no idea what she’d said, but whatever it was made the guards part even faster than they’d stepped in.

“Sorry,” Ember said, her cat-like eyes drilling into him. “Snarl and Sear are still learning the ways of other cultures.”

Thorax gulped. That little scare had cleared his mind a bit, but the fog was settling back in, fast. “A-Ah, good to see you again! I don’t think we’ve ran into each other since Ocellus’ and Smolder’s graduation. You remember, don’t you?”

Ember squinted. She stared with parted lips, until little by little, a smile tugged at her mouth. “ I’m not sure what you mean, strange-creature-I’ve-certainly-never-met. I remember Ocellus’ and Smolder’s graduation, but I don’t recall a cutie like you there.”

Thorax licked his lips. Ember was a giant to him in this form, his gaze level with her pure blue belly scales. He could almost see his reflection in them. “I-I’m sorry you don’t remember. My name’s… e-erm, Monsieur… crap, what was it... MONSIEUR T! Yeah, sure… It’s good to see you again, Dragon Lord. You look like you’ve been doing well.”

Ember’s tail fanned her groin a little faster. She shifted her generous hips, a hungry look creeping into her gaze. “Good to see—gah… meet you too, Tho—ergh, Monsieur T. I suppose I’ve been doing well enough, but leading a country is a lot of work. Nothing I can’t handle, of course, just new things I keep having to get used to.”

Thorax drank in her womanly form like a fine wine. “L-Like what?”

Ember stretched against the pillar. “We’d be here all day if I got into that. I’m sure you can tell what I’m dealing with right now, though.”

Thorax closed his eyes and inhaled deep, the fogginess now stronger than ever. “What is it?”

A blush crept into Ember’s cheeks. “We call it… u-uh, the Snap. It’s when dragons go from walking on two legs, to walking on all fours. There’s a lot of other things that happen with it, but we call it the Snap because our spines—”

“GOT IT!” Thorax said in a rush. “Definitely got it.”

Ember snickered. “It sounds worse than it is. Feels weird, definitely, but the more annoying part is... well how you found me, I’m guessing.”

Now Thorax was starting to get a hungry look about him. “You say that like it's a bad thing.”

Ember's eyes flicked to his undercarriage, then she remembered he could hide that. “A-Anyway, what about you? Is this your first Allied Races Summit?”

Thorax didn’t reply right away, as he’d been ogling her again. “Huh?! O-Oh... no, but it is the first I’ve been to in Canterlot. Haven’t been to this city much at all, really, the only other notable time was when Mother—”

Ember cleared her throat. She tilted her head at the stained glass window beside them, which was a depiction of Prince Shining Armor and Princess Cadance. They were firing a great wave of energy to repel a swarm of—

“Hmm.” Thorax sucked on his teeth. “Impressive detail.”

Ember watched the colors filter through the window like a kaleidoscope. “This is my first Summit, period. I usually just send an emissary, but both my father and my advisor said I should come before my Snap finishes. After that, well… let’s just say I’m going to have trouble fitting indoors.”

Thorax didn’t know why, but hearing that sent a sudden thrill through his veins. “You don’t say…”

“It doesn’t feel like I’ve been missing much so far.” Ember gestured to the fancy crowd. “I get the intent, but it still feels so… so… drat, what’s the word… disingenuous! There we go. I shouldn’t have to put up an act just to talk to this bunch, you know? Why would I pretend to be somedragon I’m not to begin with?”

Thorax chuckled. “It gets easier the more times you come. Some creatures are cardboard cutouts, but they’re pretty easy to spot. The main appeal is meeting up with old friends and letting our masks slip off. No titles, no politics, no dressing up or any of that junk... just friends catching up and spending time together.”

Ember raised an eyeridge. “I’d think someone like you would like ‘dressing up’.”

Thorax let his disguise fall just enough to let his eyes change, his glossy reds devouring her like a feast. “It all depends. Some friends are uptight, some are more loose. It’s not easy to take all of me.”

There was a gravelly crunch as Ember dug her claws into the pillar.

Thorax could literally taste the sexual energies pouring off her. “Say… I’m having a problem of my own right now similar to yours. I know we were never together or anything, but maybe we could—”

He was cut off by Ember’s purr. “Finally started to be assertive on your own, eh?”

Thorax licked his lips. “Tell me where your guest room is, and I’ll show you how assertive I can be.”

Ember’s tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth. “S-Second floor, east wing. First suite on the right.”

Thorax took one more deep sample of her lust, then walked past her to the exit, brushing his tail across her thighs in the process. “Ten minutes.”

Ember’s knees almost buckled. She watched him go with the smallest of moans, hanging onto the pillar as his retreating form was lost amidst the crowd. She realized she was panting, her heart pounding like a jackhammer, every part of her tingling like mad.

“By the Wheel, he’s changed,” Ember muttered.

Snarl and Sear exchanged looks. “Your orders, Dragon Lord?”

Ember glowered at them. “Our position here is tenuous enough without you alienating everyone you see! King Thorax is a gentle soul, but his brother is among the most vicious of the shapeshifters. You're lucky you weren't flayed alive.”

Snarl and Sever froze. “That pony was a shapeshifter?!”

Ember stabbed a claw at the exit. “Take me back to my room. The King will be along shortly t-to… never mind. J-Just pray he doesn’t tell his brother of this, because if he does, I’ll gut you myself and save him the trouble!”

***

Ten minutes seemed like an eternity. Thorax was barely keeping his disguise intact by the end of it, but thankfully, the second floor was as busy as all the other floors. Nopony paid his strange behavior any heed amidst the hustle and bustle.

“You’ve got this,” he mumbled. “You’ve known Ember a l-long time, r-right? Just because she’s… sh-she’s—ergh, how’d I never notice?! All this time, with j-just one message! ONE! I can’t believe I c-could’ve… WE could’ve!”

His thoughts had been in a loop ever since he’d left. What-ifs, might’ve-beens, regrets and unknowable questions, all to loop around and then start another circuit. Grainy memories were surfacing for the first time in years, some muddled beyond reckoning, others crystal clear. How had this happened in the first place?! He been looking to blow off steam, hadn’t he? When had it… WHY had it?!

“Because it’s her,” Thorax realized. “It’s not someone random, it’s—rggggh, okay, okay, okay. If that’s how it’s gonna be, to Tartarus with the Summit. Sh-She deserves… oh, does she ever deserve… Ph-Phary’s covering, so I can… y-yeah. Okay, then...”

Somehow, he made it to Ember’s suite. He stood before the door in complete silence, staring at it like it was a portal into the unknown. Just a single tap would suck him into the depths, with no hope of things returning to how they were.

He raised his hoof and knocked.

Snarl greeted him. He ushered Thorax in, then moved away like he had the plague.

Thorax blinked several times. “Uh… thanks? I don’t bite or any—”

The rest of that was blindsided by a tidal wave of lust bowling over his psyche. Boiling hot and bubbling, the emotion was nearly enough to make Thorax lose it from proximity alone. It was only through sheer will he kept his disguise intact, and suddenly, every step to what he assume was Ember’s bedroom became a battle.

“Hmph.” Sear watched Thorax stagger like a newborn deer. “Are you seeing this, Snarl? King of the shapeshifters… HA! He’s barely strong enough to walk! If this is the one who leads them, why should we fear—”

Thorax erupted into green flame. In the blink of an eye, he went from a three foot-six pegasus to a six foot-eight king, the last wisps of flame drifting off him like feathers. His beetle-like horns could pierce scales, his diamond-hard hooves could shatter bone, and his immense alien magic was so great that Sear and Snarl swore gravity had doubled.

And that’s nothing to say of the mighty monster beneath his barrel…

“You were saying?” Snarl remarked.

Sear swallowed hard. “Mistakes were made.”

Thorax chittered a curse. He’d hoped to give Ember a kind of striptease! Ugh, nothing for it now... his only path was straight ahead, so he hurried over and ducked into the slightly-small bedroom.

Ember was there on an oversized bed. The room was steamy as a sauna, little flames escaping her nostrils and making it even hotter. She hummed low and deep upon seeing him, her tail swishing at her side. She spread her legs wide as he approached, one claw gripping the mattress while the other traced her clit.

“It seems you’ve grown as well." She motioned to how close Thorax’s horns were to the ceiling.

Thorax felt himself twitch. “Ch-Changelings… ah, g-get bigger and s-stronger… the more high quality love we get…”

Ember’s gaze fell on the part of him that’d done the twitching. His long, thick cock was hard and dripping, so foreign, tempting, and all for her. “Good to know...”

Thorax leapt onto the bed like a cat. He crept closer and closer to her until less than a hair’s breadth was between them, Ember watching him the whole time. She was shaking like a leaf, and his thirsty stare spurred her to finger herself faster, her outer lips puffy and warm.

His first touch was a simple nuzzle, but his warm chitin on her cheek was like gasoline on a flame. She moaned as he ran a hoof across her chest, exploring her smooth, dry scales with a gentle caress.

“Th-Thorax…” Ember stopped to suck in a breath. “I’ve never… n-n-never…”

“Shhhhh.” Thorax traced his hoof up Ember’s neck until her lust spiked. He made a note of the place and continued to feel out her pleasure spots. Jaw. Neck. Chest. Abdomen. Between the wings. Buttocks. Groin. Base of the tail. They all yielded different levels of pleasure, but it was all part of her ‘map’. He licked her neck with his long, forked tongue, and he was rewarded with a delicious hiss, Ember gripping him and thrusting her hips.

“Gods…” Ember moaned at the tightness in her core. “No wonder they call you lovebugs...”

Thorax kissed just behind her ear ridge. “I remember we spent a lot of time in Ponyville learning about friendship. How’s about now, we start learning about something a little… more?”

Ember suddenly realized how close their faces were. “Thorax...”

Thorax tilted up her chin. “Lesson one...”

He kissed her with a tenderness she’d never known, his soft lips guiding hers to move in time with his. Ember followed like a first-time dancer, but the feel made her melt into Thorax’s embrace. He deepened their kiss with a husky moan, and she moaned right back with fervor, her head buzzing with his every touch.

Thorax’s hooves strayed down Ember’s back. Her toned muscles flexed and slid, her slender body bristling with latent power. He began massaging the little spot between her wings, and she squealed loud into his mouth, her tongue shooting out to mingle with his. Thorax worked her hotspots like a blacksmith works a forge, the flames of passion burning while he drank in the love she shared.

Thorax broke their kiss. He stared into her fierce eyes a moment, then swooped back in to plant little pecks along her jaw. She smelled like warm sand on a hot summer day, her breath earthy and sweet from what he guessed were sapphires. She was so very hot to the touch, yet Thorax couldn’t get enough, his kisses trailing south to relish her smooth, polished scales, her slender shoulders, her flat tummy, her hips—

“AH!” Ember’s eyes snapped open to see Thorax looking at her sex like a hunter about to pounce. “F-Fine...” She gripped the bed even harder. “You think you can.. mmmff, t-teach me about love?! Go on, th-then, teach me!”

Thorax just smirked. “Let’s say lust is like a phoenix. Even when its burns out, all it needs is a spark to rise up stronger than before. You can’t stop it… but you can guide it… plan for it… enjoy it… like so.”

He bent down again to breathe on her sex like he was stoking the flames within.

Ember writhed and flexed her leathery wings. “I s-swear, if you stop now—”

Thorax nosed along where her scales gave way to tender flesh. He smelled ozone again, sharp and sweet, but there was a thickness to it that made him want more. He gave her entrance a light kiss, his tongue poking out just enough to slip inside, her internal muscles clenching as he tasted her walls.

Ember went rigid and howled something in Draconic.

Thorax snickered. She tasted like spicy honey, and the flavor hooked him in as worked his nimble tongue, slithering and wiggling into every depth and crevasse. He could feel her heart quicken, and the sensation pushed him to work deeper and deeper until a great burst of love and lust soaked into him. He was a butterfly feeding from a flower, his wings buzzing as he gripped and groped Ember’s gorgeous hips, and her sexy sounds were the perfect seasoning to the love she shared.

Ember could barely move. She could hardly even wiggle her tail as she cried out Thorax’s name, his frenzied tongue ravishing her in ways she’d never imagined. A small part of her rankled at how easily she’d been turned into jelly, but considering who was responsible, and the amount of times she’d fantasized this exact thing...

Thorax ate Ember out a bit longer before pulling out and licking his muzzle clean. He loomed over her like few others in this city could, swinging his legs over while his cock oozed on her stomach.

Ember snapped to with a jolt. “Wh-Why… why’d you—”

But then she saw what he was doing. She crooned and guided him down best she could, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly began to align their hips. His mammoth size descended with painful slowness, and while it took a few tries, at last she felt him graze her. Gods help them both if he kept going slow like this, because she wasn’t sure—

Thorax slipped into her with a strong, fluid push.

It was hard to say who made the more satisfied noise. Thorax felt Ember’s muscles rippling, pulsating in ways he’d never known, pulling him in farther and farther until he was nearly up to his churning balls. He was big in all the right ways, and he knew just how to use his member to make her cry out for more like they’d been mates for years. Her tunnel was deep enough to take all of him with ease, yet her walls tightened around him all on their own. Ember moaned and bucked her hips, her legs and tail yearning to wrap around him, but she kept following his lead.

Ember’s insides were hot beyond the norm, but not so much to be intolerable. Thorax never knew he’d enjoy such heat during sex, but enjoy it he did, his cock leaking and twitching more and more. He grit his teeth and started rutting Ember in a strange pattern, his hips sliding in at different angles and etching a rapturous look on her face. He played her like a living instrument, his every note making her toes curl and call out for more. Each thrust made the flames burn hotter, hit a new sensitive spot that was like music to their ears, yet there was no randomness, merely a response to what they both wanted.

Fire began to burst from Ember’s nostrils. She was becoming less a dragon and more an inferno, her lusty growls spurring Thorax to be rougher… fiercer. The change bled into her emotions, and Thorax answered with a guttural hiss, breaking into a savage pace punctuated by wet, meaty slaps. Ember roared, his lightning fast pounding carrying such power that she felt like she was being fucked into the bed. A gout of flame escaped her that faded against the room’s wards, but what didn’t fade was Thorax’s stamina, minutes passing with him rutting her with the same insatiable fury.

But Thorax couldn’t last forever. He could feel his whole body rumbling, his movements more and more impeded. Ember wasn’t far behind, her silky soft walls contracting tighter than ever. Ember arched her back high, and Thorax’s chitin shifted colors as he wrapped his tail around hers and yanked—

SNAP!

A bolt of lightning lanced up Ember’s spine. She saw white as her powerful sex clamped down harder than ever, and Thorax’s spongy tip flared, filling her again and again with warmth. They clutched each other in the thrall of their joined orgasm, lost to lust and need as Thorax pumped her full, yet Ember couldn’t get enough, her nerves blazing with each new spurt surging into her.

But like all things, it did eventually wind to a close.

“By the Wheel...” Ember went limp on the bed. The mattress had been scored with deep claw marks, but they almost seemed like badges of honor. “That was…”

Thorax kissed her. They remained joined like that for a time, shifting now and again to drag out her high. “Good?”

Ember shuddered. “I don’t e-even have words…”

Thorax smiled. “Empaths don’t need words, silly.”

“I never knew sex could be like thaaaaat~” Ember moaned as Thorax pulled out of her.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Thorax said. “I led the dance, but it still takes two to tango. You were great.”

Ember licked his nose. “You’re welcome.” She sat up and stretched with a grunt. “Ugh, I could go for a nap now. Gonna need tons of coffee to keep myself awake for the Summit."

Thorax blushed. “S-Sorry, heh. I wanted to make sure you enjoyed it, so I pulled out all the stops.”

Ember examined him. “You’re not tired at all, are you?”

“Nope!” Thorax chirped. “I’m always jazzed after sex.”

Ember rolled her eyes. “Lovebugs. Well regardless, if this is what I have to look forward to, I’ll definitely be coming to more Summits.”

Thorax’s eyes lit up. “R-Really?!”

Ember cupped his cheek and ran her thumb beneath his chin. Thorax’s handsome face was wiser, more measured and mature, but otherwise the same from decades past. “...We should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Thorax made a trilling sound. “E-Ember… how… h-how much do you really want to go to the meetings today?”

Ember raised an eyeridge. “About as much as you, most likely. Why?”

Thorax wet his dry lips. “You know why.”

Ember chuckled. Her eyes drifted to his groin, expecting to see him deflated and recharging. “I suppose we do have a lot of lost time to make up for. As soon as you’re—”

Thorax was harder than ever. Not only that, Ember could swear his nuts had swelled larger, every inch of him quivering and ready.

Ember’s need flared back up in a flash. “Well, then. Good thing I’m a quick learner.”

He pulled her into a fresh, fervent kiss. He was desperate and passionate as he’d been from the start, and Ember was soon matching his ardor, pulling him into missionary once more. He thrust his hips and reclaimed her tunnel, and then they were moving in time again, their hearts beating as one.

Maybe these Summits weren’t so bad, after all...

Author's Note

Huge thanks again to Macro Zecora for working with me to make this story a thing. If you're into things like macro and beegness, then I check out MZ's profile and look through the stuff they've done.

Also, this little doodle was done by ComfyPlum. I think it sums up these two pretty well.