Queen Chrysalis Pays a Visit and Big Mac Clings to the Familiar
Queen Chrysalis Pays a Visit
Queen Chrysalis sat on a bench. She had a ragged shirt and a cardboard bag on her head. There was a hole where the jagged horn stuck out. There were pigeons that ate from the bread crumbs she threw. The satisfaction of feeding these simple avian returned a long lost urge. She needed to have a family again. Her problem was that no pony would screw her. She couldn’t amass an incredible mass of her own brood. That thought depressed her the more she thought about it.
Ever since that purple hindrance Starlight Glimmer destroyed her plans, things weren't the same. Sure she could screw some stallion and breed like an animal. Those newly made changelings would just change sides again. To vy for the better promise of positive reinforcement in a friendship community. How could she herself ever stack to that. All the love and emotional food a changeling could ask for. And Queen Chrysalis missed out from that feast.
It would take an incredible amount of love energy to support a real brood.
Oh, what was Queen Chrysalis to do?
A single thought permeated her bug brain. It stayed there for a few minutes before she ignored it. Several bread tosses later, the thought re-surged again. It wouldn’t have stopped nor would it have paused from her mind. It just circulated until she couldn’t stomach it.
“That does it!” she said. “I’ve had enough of being stuck under the belly of these ponies!”
She looked at the pigeons and threw the rest of the bread. They scrambled for the big pieces before they were all gobbled up.
“I’ll just go ask Thorax, maybe he’ll give me a head start”.
Queen Chrysalis went past the park towards changeling territory. It was going to be a long walk.
She arrived at the changeling sanctuary. A couple of changeling watchers arrived and went afront her face. They were stopped by Thorax with a wave of his hoof. He went down the stairs that lead to the changeling city.
“Well, hello mother, what are you doing here?”
Queen Chrysalis scratched her lower jaw.
“Oh you know, just stopped by to pay my little buzletts a visit!” she said with a nervous smile. “Ever since all of your betra-I mean makeovers, things haven’t been the same”.
Thorax raised an eyebrow.
“What do you want mom?” he said. “Why don’t you just go make another brood like you always do?”.
Chrysalis looked away with a nervous face.
“Well uh, I might need some… help”.
Thorax knew what that meant. He just couldn’t let things go. Though she was still his and every other changeling’s mother.
“Well… eh…” he said.
Queen Chrysalis stared at her offspring with eyes that sparkled and a lip that quivered. She even closed her hooves together.
“Sigh, alright, but you have to use it to not be evil okay?” he said.
Thorax opened his mouth and a strange ovipositor like protrusion came out. Queen Chrysalis opened her own mouth to which Thorax penetrated all the way down to her esophagus. Little bulges of liquid shot through into her. With that, the flesh retracted into his mouth in seconds.
“Okay, that should hold you up for a few months,” he said.
Thorax turned away from Queen Chrysalis.
“WAIT” she screamed. “There's one more thing I need from you!”
“And that's how I had sex with my little thorax” she said with a self satisfied smile. Chrysalis was currently at a campfire in the woods. Its flame danced under the moonlight. Next to her was Tirek and Cozy Glow. They all looked disgusted at the thought.
“But… isn’t that technically incest?” asked Tirek with a raised hand.
Cozy Glow felt a churn in her stomach of what that might have looked like.
“Why yes, we changelings are a proud incestuous family” she said with pride. “Sometimes you just… need to keep it in the family”.
“Well where did you have it then?” asked Cozy Glow.
Chrysalis gave a chuckle.
“Right there in the open.''
Tirek wretched and Cozy Glow felt an incredible need to let loose her meal.
“And I’m pregnant with his changelings!” she said with a joyful grin while she rubbed her belly.
At that moment, they both vomited at the side of their log.
Queen Chrysalis Pays a Visit and Big Mac Clings to the Familiar
Big Mac Clings to the Familiar
Big Macintosh wore a fine mare’s dress. It had a pink color in its folds. So many little streamers lined the bottom edge. They were tied into a bow shape and were the color of the marine sea. The large puffed cuff-links around his neck had indentations of orange butterflies. His sleeves reached down to the side of his hooves. The wide dress train had red roses glued all over its frame. There were roses without brown spots, they spread apart to show round dark petals. Big Macintosh sat on a small four stemmed chair of wood with a back, that creaked as he shifted. Next to him was a table with a long teapot atop it, some apple crumb cakes that were yellowish brown that sat on fleurette styled wraps, and a mix of different stuffed animals that ranged from a blue bear, a yellowish rabbit, and a green dog that slumped from its side.
Big Macintosh lifted the teapot and poured down the liquid to his cup. As it landed, a bit of vapor wafted out into a cloud of smoke. The tea warmed his hoof and he took a sip which tasted tart yet sweet. He sat it down and eyed Applebloom as she ate a bit of crumb cake. A bit of the crumb fell down onto the table. She sat down the crumb cake and took a sip of her tea. The flavor felt delicious of chamomile taste. Applebloom knew that chamomile was perfect for this little tea party. It would become a problem if she hadn’t had a chamomile drink. A fond memory that she couldn’t go without.
“Ah it's almost as you could see into the past,” said Applebloom. “I wonder how they are doing now”.
Big Macintosh scratched his head and took a bit of crumb cake. His wide-eyed expression turned to a solemn sadness. He placed down the cake and felt his heart race. It was about time to talk about things. The thought of such a delicate subject would be difficult to digest. He didn’t know where to start or how to explain himself. The only heartfelt cry he could make came from deep within. How much he missed them, what they would think if they were still here. The strength to speak wouldn't come out. There would only be a silence that couldn’t be stopped.
“They must be at peace, I just wished they could see us for how we are now,” said Applebloom. “I hope they are happy up there”.
“Eeyup,” said Big Macintosh.
Applejack came from behind, not eager to join this. It would be a hard time with them. The barn had hay all around the place. She didn’t believe it a good idea to discuss them under a smelly place like this. Applejack missed several of their get-together. If only she could get Twilight to do something. No, it seemed to be a perfect place for this. It may not be the best areas to talk but it was home. The two of them waved at her to come. She crept to them with a slow step. As she came upon them, they could see the beautiful dress that she wore so long ago. The gala was a faint memory of the past. A welcome addition to their little party.
“You came!” said Applebloom.
