Author's Note

Kinks: Mind Control, Sweet Loving Cuddles, and One Ovipositor

009 - Interview with the Family

“Are you sure this is a good time?” Honey Glow asked the griffon as the unicorn was let into the house.

“Yeah yeah.” Gilda waved away the mare’s concern. “Smolder’s warming my eggs for me and Dig and Ember are out trying to either get a furnace for the dragon eggs or look at new houses in case we need to expand.” She shrugged. “Hell, all else fails I’m pretty sure the Crown owes him something. He could probably just demand that they build him a new house.”

“I see…” Honey nodded as the griffon gestured for her to sit on the couch. “So where should we start?”

“You’re the one with all the questions.” Gilda chuckled. As she went to sit down, she paused. “Oh, can I get you anything, coffee, tea?”

“Oh I feel like I haven’t had coffee in forever.” Honey gave a slight moan of desire. “Coffee would be great.”

Gilda got up fully and walked into the kitchen. “How strong?” She called out.

“Yes.” Came Honey’s giggled reply.

“Need to stay up for three days because you have a report to give on the fourth, got it.” After a minute or two, Gilda replied deadpan and came back out to rest against the kitchen doorway. “While we wait, what you got for me?”

“Right.” Honey blinked and opened her bags. She hovered out a pen and a pad of paper. “So…. Let’s see here… You seem to be the househen of the herd. Do you enjoy that role?”

“Actually yeah.” Gilda grinned. “I like being able to take care of those I love. I like making sure that I can get everyone fed, or that I can make sure that they’re holding up okay, or that they’re getting their jobs done on time. I really am kinda House Mom.” She chuckled softly, every-so-often cocking her head to the side as if listening for something.

“And you work evenings, right?” The mare asked.

“Yep. It’s not too bad. Ponies can handle their drink well for the most part.” Gilda smiled. The scent of coffee wafted out of the kitchen and the griffon turned to walk back into it. “It’s the other races that can get a little rowdy. Diamond Dogs like their drink.” She called out with a laugh.

“I can see that.” Honey called back as Gilda came out with a steaming coffee cup.

“Like anything in it?” The griffon asked, as the mare levitated the drink next to her.

“No. I take it black.” The mare shook her head.

“Okay. It’s gonna hit you like a truck though.” Gilda warned, sitting back down.

“I’ve had worse.” The mare giggled and took a sip. “Ooooo…. Goooood…” She groaned.

“We get it specially from Zecora.” Gilda pointed out. “Turns out that the Everfree can cultivate all sorts of things due to it being chaotic.” Gilda rolled her eyes. “Just cause ponies have a hard on for control doesn’t mean something’s unnatural. The Everfree, quite literally, might be one of the few truly natural places left in Equestria. That’s why is dangerous. It’s actual fucking Nature.” She paused and blushed. “Sorry for the rant there.”

“Oh, no.” Honey shook her head. “I appreciate the candor. Mind if this swerves a bit? I wanna know more of your thoughts. If you don’t mind.”

“I’m game.” Gilda shrugged.

“So, Mister Site,” Honey began trying to hide her smile. “What are you working on today?”

“Going over the rubbings of the First Dragon’s cave,” the stallion answered, poring over some sheets of paper. “It’s how I found where Dream Valley should be, even if I can’t get there myself. If I can narrow down where the Estates are in that massive field of ice and snow, it’ll make it easier to find them when we thaw the place out.”

“Now, for those who don’t know, or aren’t in the field of Ancient Pre-Equestrian History, what is Dream Valley?” Honey asked, sitting next to the stallion and scribbling away at her pad of paper.

“Dream Valley is the original home of ponies, before the Windigoes froze it over,” the stallion answered easily enough. “The only species that could even begin to pinpoint where it was were the dragons. They’re old enough and keep close enough records that it wasn’t hard to find where the mountains hide everything from view. That’s how I found Flutter Valley and the Sunstone thereof.”

“I see. Thank you.” Honey nodded. “Dragons are a very ancient species. Oh, on that note, and I hope I don’t push any buttons here, but you’re aware of Ember’s former status, yes?”

“She’s mentioned it a few times, but it’s honestly not a big deal to me,” the stallion answered. “Honestly, the moment her father kicked her out, he lost all claim to her.”

“Wise words, Mister Site.” Honey nodded with a smile. “Right, right, where were we, ah yes. Beyond it being basically the origin point for ponies, is there anything else you can tell us about Dream Valley? Any connections to today? Or any connections you hope don’t get reestablished.”

“Well, any dangers that might exist there naturally I hope stay under the ice,” the stallion joked. “But there is something I hope to find when we look for the Estates. Majesty’s castle.” At her blank look, he elaborated. “Majesty was the first and only real queen of Ponykind. But not because somepony said she should be, because she worked for it. She was the beacon, the defender. The protector Ponykind needed in those days. Her castle would be a treasure trove for archeology for decades to come.”

“I… actually did not know any of that.” Honey blinked. “Wow… God-Queen Majesty for her time I guess. Anything else you could fill me in on?”

“We still don’t know how she did the things she did,” the stallion admitted. “These texts I’m going over mostly talk about the retribution she’d dish out.” Dig Site cleared his throat and rumbled a few lines in Draconic. “Aheh,” he rubbed the back of his head. “Basically, ‘And Lo, when we did devour a single member of the Herd, did a unicorn of white come out and lay us low with a power that dwarfed Magic Itself. And so it is My Decree that we shall leave the small hooved ones alone for an age and a year.’”

“And now she just puts Princess Celestia to shame.” Honey gaped.

“Yeah, lots of races refer to her power as being ‘Magic, but more,’ but none of them name it specifically or call it anything else,” the stallion nodded. “I’m hoping to learn where the castle is so we can dig it out of the ice and learn more about the mare.”

“Whoa….” Honey blinked, pausing her scribbling. “I hope you can find out more about her.”

“I probably won’t,” the stallion admitted. “Finding just where to start was a life’s work in and of itself. I mean, I’m happy that I know where it is, that ponies as a whole know where it is. And I brought my proof back in the form of the Sunstone. But melting all that ice and digging the castle out?” Dig shook his head. “That’s the work of the next generation. It’ll take at least a decade to even get started on breaking up the storms and letting the sunlight back in.”

“Well you’re setting a foundation for future generations and I respect that.” Honey smiled. “Now, onto a slightly different topic….”

“Are you sure you don’t mind me being this close to your egg?” Honey asked the dragon as she lay coiled around said egg.

“Nope. Just don’t touch it. I get really broodmother when someone touches it.” Ember replied, lazily.

“Right…” The mare took a few steps back. “So, you’ve been the one helping Dig organize everything.”

“Yep.” The dragon nodded. “You’ve wouldn’t believe the amount of stuff he has. It’s almost like having a full hoard again.”

“I see.” Honey smiled.

“How do you like all this.” Ember asked.

“Pardon?” The mare blinked at the dragon in confusion.

“How do you like coming in and spending time with the girls and Dig?” Ember asked, propping up her head on her elbows.

“Honestly, it’s great.” Honey smiled. “It’s a great opportunity to get to know you all. If you believe me I’m actually doing a weekly article on all of you. Most of it is about Dig and his pretty much historic work, but I like adding his soon-to-be-wives in. It fills out his life more than just dumping everything in about his research.”

“That’s great and all, but how do you feel with all of us?” Ember asked.

“How so?” The mare blinked.

“You’re getting pretty close to us, what with how often you come by. Dig has someone to really talk shop with. Gilda has someone to talk house things with. You check to see how me and Smolder are holding up.” Ember smiled. “It’s almost like you want in.”

Honey blushed bright pink. “O-Oh! N-no. I-I wouldn’t want to intrude. I-I mean, three’s enough right?”

“For Dig?” Ember smirked. “Barely.”

“O-oh… w-well I-I should probably leave you to your e-egg warming.” Honey backed up. “Thanks a-again!”

“No, Dig, she didn’t scare me off,” Honey rolled her eyes as she lay next to the stallion.

“I’m pretty sure the only reason you didn’t Sonic Rainboom out of the house is because you don’t have wings,” the stallion teased her.

“Well I was just flustered is all.” She blushed. “I haven’t been propositioned like that in… well along time.” She pouted.

“You’re just lucky it wasn’t Smolder, then,” the stallion mused. “She’s way lewder.”

“I-I don’t mind lewd!” She stammered. “I just… wasn’t prepared for it is all… And plus isn’t this supposed to be about you? Or do you want to start asking me about my sex life?” She raised a brow though she was still blushing furiously.

“I’m pretty sure if I did that, you’d spontaneously combust,” the stallion pointed out with a smirk. “So, go on then, ask away.”

“I wouldn’t combust.” She muttered. “S-so… ahem… How’s your research going since we last talked. Oh and how’s the house hunt been?”

“Eh, the research has been slow,” the stallion admitted. “Most of the landmarks we’d use to find the Estates are under a thick sheet of ice and snow. Plus they’re all ‘as the dragon flies’, so it’d take a bit of work to make them useful anyways.” He shrugged. “As for the house hunt, well, we can’t seem to find one that’d be large enough for all the eggs Gilda keeps trying to have, sooo...we’re just going to contract out to the construction company in town and Princess Twilight to make our house big enough without taking up too much space.” He flicked an ear. “They should be arriving soon to put in the larger furnace. One with a door that we can use to stick the scalebutt’s eggs in to keep them warm 24/7.”

“Oh renovations are going to make things fun.” Honey rolled her eyes. “Going to find a hotel for a bit, or are you just going to live through the noise?”

“Actually, Twilight says she can work a few different types of magic,” the stallion said. “The one we need is space compression, keeping all the new rooms in the same rough hoofprint that the house currently occupies. Said she made some major breakthroughs after studying Smolder.” He grinned a bit at that. “The other one, related to that, is time compression. As long as she’s on site, she’ll have the stallion crew manage to get it all done in one afternoon, with time for snacks and naps shoved in.”

“Twilight… can do that?” She blinked in shock. “Well she’s advanced quite a bit hasn’t she?”

“It helps that we provided her some useful material,” the stallion hummed wistfully after that. “But yeah, she’s still going to make me pay the crew the full week’s worth of time it would take them to build the extensions to the house.” He shrugged. “Can’t win them all. Though Gilda will get a decently large aerie on the top to house all the eggs she could possibly make at once.”

“Well you’re paying for the amount of time the work would normally take, not the actually time.” Honey pointed out.

“I think our houseplan comes close to beating out Canterlot for weird architecture,” the stallion deadpanned. “Ember and Smolder want a cave each. Gilda wants an aerie. And we need a lot more rooms in the base of the house to support the increased amount of children that will be running around in it, because apparently one each is only enough for right now.”

“I may have to do a whole article on your house alone when it’s finished.” She giggled into a hoof.

“It’s scheduled for tomorrow, between 1 and 2 in the afternoon,” the stallion pointed out. “We’re putting the furnace in today so the eggs can rest in it during that whole time, cut a week off their hatching. Gilda will be carrying hers in little slings.”

“Oh Anu that sounds adorable!” Honey gasped. “I am so coming back to see that!”

“We’ll be spending that whole time at Twilight’s castle, just so you know,” the stallion warned. “I have to give over all the directions I’ve found so far to the ‘foremost experts’ in the field of archeology.” He scoffed a bit. “Experts my flank,” he muttered to himself. “Tomb robbers, more like.”

“Oh… Well I’ll come back to interview Smolder after the renovations then.” Honey said looking away for a moment.

“Sure, whatever works for you,” Dig nodded. “I have asked Twilight to make sure there’s an accurate map in the front room when the renovations are finished, so that we don’t get lost looking for something. It’d probably make a good picture for your article.”

“Then I’ll be sure to swing by to get a picture of it.” Honey nodded.

“You’ve been dreading this since you first wanted to talk to us.” Smolder smirked at the obviously uncomfortable mare. The small dragon was resting her head on her folded arms. The rest of her was in what seriously looked like a jacuzzi only with lava instead of hot water.

“N-no! No Smolder not at all.” Honey stammered. “You don’t make me nervous at all.”

“Oh really? Come a little closer then.” The dragoness’s smirk grew.

Honey took a few hesitant steps forward. “Better?”

“Mmmm still not convinced.” Smolder giggled. “You’re cute.”

“Th-thanks…” Honey blushed. “I-I just trying to gather my thoughts.”

“Can I help? I wouldn’t mind helping you gather whatever you needed.” The dragoness puffed out a snort of smoke.

“Was…. Were you trying to hit on me there?” Honey blinked. “Because Ember actually gave it a better try if I’m being brutally honest.”

“Hey, so sue me, I’ve never tried to hit on a mare before.” Smolder actually blushed. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Well why are you trying to hit on me at all?” Honey asked with a small frown. “I don’t want to make anything awkward with anyone.”

“Hey, Dig would be fine with it. The other girls would be fine with it.” Smolder pointed a claw at her.

“I don’t deserve it.” Honey said quietly. “I don’t want to hurt any of you.”

“Pssshhhh, We’re fine. We can handle anything.” Smolder waved away her concerns.

“I-I-” The mare met Smolder’s eyes then whirled around. “I need to go!”

“So,” Dig said as he lounged on the newly expanded couch, that now had room enough to be called its own bed for all of them. They’d wanted something to snuggle on for a while now, and the princess was in a helpful mood when Dig said he’d turn over more relevant research. Especially when it related to magic. “Why hasn’t our reporter friend come around today? She knows that the renovations are done. Did one of you do something to scare her off?”

Gilda and Ember just glared at Smolder.

“What?” The small dragon asked.

“Smolder, what did you do,” the stallion stated, not asked.

“Nothing!” Smolder defended herself. “Well….. I might have hit on her a bit…. And said that everyone would be fine with her joining.”

“Smolder…” Gilda facetaloned.

“Sweetie, you can’t just coerce someone into- … dammit.” Ember faceclawed.

“...I miss something?” the stallion asked with a raised brow.

“I think Smolder was attempting to do to Honey, what Gilda and I did to her, and it failed spectacularly.” Ember groaned.

“Oh.” Dig said. A pause. Then… “Wait, you pressured her into this arrangement?”

“What?” Gilda asked.

“No!” Ember yelped.

“Ember wanted to question her.” Gilda replied. “And I just wanted to have someone to keep an eye on you and maybe help us flirt with you since we couldn’t be at the hospital.”

“Yeah, it was really me who pressured them to let me in.” Smolder looked down at the floor. “I just figured, she’d want in.”

“...Girls,” Dig said, hugging Gilda and Ember close and using them to gather Smolder up to his chest. “Not everyone is an egg-hungry slut like you are.”

“I know…” Smolder grumbled.

“I may have suggested it in passing but I didn’t out right say, hey come join our fuck pile.” Ember sighed. “I said that she was just really good for everyone, then she took off.”

“Pretty sure she has her own baggage.” Gilda replied. “I for one hope she comes back, if just to have someone to let Dig talk nerd to.”

“She was fun, I’ll admit,” the stallion nodded. “But we’ll just have to wait and see.”

There was a knock on the door. Dig was out arguing with researchers that had come from Canterlot to Twilight’s Castle. From the letter he’d passed along, he’d probably be there for a bit. Ember was the first to the door. On opening it.

“Honey…” Ember blinked.

The mare in the doorway looked a bit of a mess. Her mane was unkempt and her coat looked a little dirty. She also wasn’t wearing any bags this time. “Hi…”

“Oh Sweetie!” Ember gasped and ushered her inside. “What happened, are you okay?”

“Oh, I’ve just had a few rough nights… days… months… years…” The mare didn’t seem to want to meet Ember’s eyes.

“Come into the living room.” Ember said shutting the door behind her.

“Okay…” Honey said quietly.

“I heard the door-” Gilda popped her head out of the kitchen and squawked. “Honey!” She raced over and gave the mare a hug. “I was starting to get worried about you. Are you okay?”

“No…” The mare said and the griffon guided her to the couch. “M’not. M’scared.”

“Of what?” Ember asked.

“Us.” The mare could only occasionally meet the eyes of the two. “This.” She waved a hoof around. “It’s been great getting to know all of you but-”

“Honey!” Suddenly there was a small orange dragon attached to the mare’s chest. “M’sorry! M’sorry! M’sorry! I didn’t mean to push you away.”

“Y-you didn’t!” Honey squeaked. “I just… just…” She sniffed. “I don’t want to hurt any of you. I don’t want to lie-”

“You need a shower.” Smolder spoke up.

“Smolder!” Gilda and Ember snapped.

Honey actually giggled. “I-I probably do.”

“Well we have a nice big one upstairs that can fit all of us.” Smolder grinned. Gilda and Ember shot her another glare.

“That… wouldn’t be too bad…” Honey nodded. “So long as… all of you are okay with it?”

“Of course.” Ember nodded.

“Sure, Smolder no groping unless she’s okay with it first.” Gilda said tugging the dragon off the mare.

Honey got up and allowed Ember to lead the group upstairs. “We can get you clean then we can talk.” The dragon said warmly as she shuffled the mare into the small-room-sized shower.

“Warm, Hot, Scalding?” Smolder asked, looking at the dials.

“The hotter the better.” Honey seemed to be shaking.

“Remember that you’ve got a griffon in here too.” Gilda mentioned, moving over to steady the shaking mare.

Smolder shrugged and started turning dials. Like a small rain storm, water began to fall from the ceiling. Ember moved over to hug the mare.

“M’sorry.” Honey sniffed as Gilda quickly moved over to grab mane and coat wash.

“For what?” Ember asked as she slowly ran her claws through the mare’s mane.

“For just inserting myself into your lives.” Honey looked at the floor as water dripped off of her mane.

“Hey, I basically did the same thing and look how that turned out.” Smolder commented stealing some soap to scrub at Honey’s legs.

Honey gave a dry chuckle. “But…” She took a breath and looked up to meet Ember’s eyes. “I don’t want to be scared anymore. I-I want to come clean.”

“Okay.” Ember smiled softly.

Suddenly Honey kissed her. Ember was shocked at first, then returned the kiss in kind.

“Welp, forget what I said Smolder.” Gilda said, massaging the mare’s back, helping her relax.

Honey moaned into Ember’s mouth, widening her back legs a bit.

Smolder for her part, rubbed up the mare’s legs until she found the mare’s pussy. She was winking. The small dragon watched it for a moment, then as Honey’s clit popped out, Smolder wrapped her lips around it.

“Ah!” Honey cried out, shaking and lighting her horn. “W-wai-”

Ember took that opportunity to lick the lit horn.

There was a gasp. Then-

~Fwumph!~

A burst of green fire made all three leap back.

There was a much taller figure where Honey had just been. Jet black chitin covered her body, pockmark like dimples covered her legs. A long tail like green spider’s silk came out of her flank. An emerald green shell covered her barrel and back. A pair of semi-tattered wings protruded from just above her shoulders. A man, like the same silk of her tail came off her head. A gnarled horn protruded from her head. At the top of her head was what looked like a small black crown tipped in green balls. A pair of fangs only just poked out of her mouth.

Harlequin eyes of blue and green stared in wide-eyed horror at the three.

Then “Honey” bolted. Or tried to. Her hooves couldn’t find much purchase, so she made it a few steps, slipped on the floor, went through the door to the shower (thankfully only knocking it open) and crashed to the ground. She slid until the hit the wall and immediately curled into a ball defensively.

The three tentatively looked out of the shower.

“Honey” Was in the process of both sobbing and babbling on the floor. “M’Honey! M’Honey! Really! I am! Please don’ hurt me! M’not lying!”

Ember was the first out. “H-Honey?...”

“Th-This wasn’t- It wasn’t supposed t-to be l-like th-this!”

“Honey.” Ember laid a claw on the shaking giant of a mare.

Honey locked up and her eyes stared at the dragon.

“It’s okay….” Ember said softly so as not to spook whatever she was. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Honey’s” shaking returned, but she at least seemed calmer.

“Who are you?” The dragon asked.

“Honey Glow….” The bug-mare looked away. “... Chrysalis….”

“Chrysalis…” Ember nodded. “We’re going to go back in that shower. We’re going to fuck you senseless. Then, when we’re all recovered, you’re going to tell us everything.”

Chrysalis nodded, shakily getting to her hooves. Ember was used to being the tallest, but she had to actually look up to meet the mare’s eyes. The pair walked back into the shower. The mare seemed to both want to and avoid meeting the other’s eyes.

“So, Chrysalis, before we ruin every one of your holes for lying to us. Anything we should know about?” Ember asked, her claws on her hips.

“I… I have an ovipositor…” Chrysalis looked away.

“What’s that?” Smolder asked.

“And should we be worried about it?” Gilda added, frowning.

Chrysalis bit her lip and slowly lowered onto the floor. She rolled over and spread her hind legs. There was her butthole, her pussy, and-

“She’s got a dick! Dibs!” Smolder snapped, only for Gilda to swat the small dragon with a wing.

Chrysalis didn’t want to meet their eyes. “I-I can lay eggs with it… Th-though I don’t h-have to…”

Gilda walked over and sat on her haunches before the bug pony. “Look at me.”

Slowly, the mare did just that. Her eyes full of fear and shame in equal measure.

Gilda reached out and wrapped a talon around the mare’s “ovipositor.” It got a moaning squeak in response. “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.” The griffon stated as she started to stroke the green phallus in her talon. Chrysalis nodded as she gave breathy moan. “But, you can explain after we’re done with you. Girls, pick a hole.”

As opposed to Gilda and even the dragons, Chrysalis was the easiest to dry off. It seemed her body repelled most moisture. The group now sat on Dig’s bed, the three fiances stared at the towering black bug pony.

“Ask anything.” Chrysalis looked at the sheets dourly.

“What are you?” Smolder snapped out.

“I am Chrysalis, Changeling Queen, former Queen of the Badlands Hive, and former Praetorian of the Great Dune Sea Hive.” The Changeling Queen stated.

“Wait…. You were in the papers years back.” Gilda mentioned.

“I was.” Chrysalis nodded. “We were desperate.”

“Surely you could have reached out to ponies before attacking the capital city of Equestria.” Gilda deadpanned. This got Chrysalis looks from both dragons.

Chrysalis wilted. “We tried. But… Ponies notoriously don’t deal with a species that eats emotions. They think we’ll drain them dry. Which is impossible by the way.”

“Honestly, yeah ponies can be pretty racist at times.” Gilda nodded. “I mean, Ponyville’s gotten better, but other places…”

“It’s why I’ve been staying the the Everfree.” Chrysalis said slowly. “Thanks to you all I could maintain my pony form for quite awhile and I could actually do my job, but.... Maintaining a transformation while asleep is a difficult thing to do.”

“Wait, you mentioned you eat emotions.” Smolder frowned. “Were you feeding off us.”

Chrysalis jumped and stared at the small dragon. “Only on the ambient emotions in the house! And there were a lot of ambient emotions in the house. It was hard to concentrate at times.”

“So that’s why you seemed out of it sometimes.” Ember nodded. “So why us?”

“You all love each other.” Chrysalis stated as if it were obvious. The blank stares she received made her blink. “Right. See, Changelings feed on Emotions. Positive emotions are more filling than negative ones. Lust is a power source oddly enough. Trust me, I’ve had a really hard time keeping my head here.”

“Seems legit.” Smolder shrugged.

“Can you actively feed?” Ember questioned.

“Yes, but it’s very detrimental to the host. It’s better to just temporarily replace a pony, put em in a cocoon for a bit, feed of the love that from whatever the pony has for a family for a bit, then put the pony back. They might lose half a day, but so long as no one finds out, everything works out.” Chrysalis explained gesturing her hooves as she spoke.

“Kinda dark, but I can see how that works, especially if you’re desperate.” Gilda nodded along.

“Attacking ponies or other races doesn’t help anyone, frankly it’s the worst possible thing you could do. And yet…” Chrysalis took a breath. “We were starving. Celestia and I have a history, a bad one. Her first encounter with Changelings was bad and it tainted her whole perception of them. When you’re so desperate for food that you’ll take Hatred over anything… And I outed the whole Changeling race… Which is why one of my Praetorian daughters kicked me out of the hive and took over.” Chrysalis looked away. “My whole life seems like it’s just one mistake after another.”

Smolder shifted over and hugged the much larger mare. In turn the mare wrapped a leg around the small dragon.

“Well, you’re going to have to tell Dig.” Ember sighed. “Anything else you want to share?”

“I vigorously clopped everytime I left your house.” Chrysalis said with a shine of pink on her black cheeks.

“Well that can end now.” Gilda said with a snort. “Now, lay down. I wanna see how you compare to Dig.”

Dig came home and found two dragons, a griffon, and a unicorn on his bed. As well as more stained sheets, also something glowing from Ember’s, Gilda’s, and Smolder’s nethers. Perhaps they got freaky with her horn. Honey came to as he was examining Ember. “Hi…”

“Hello again,” Dig smiled at the mare. “So I think it’s safe to say you’ve been inducted, hmm?”

“P-Pretty much?” She took a breath and managed to squeeze her way out of the pile.

“Mm, we’re going to need to clean the sheets again,” the stallion mused. Fortunately, their own laundry room had been included in the floor plan. “Well, it’s nearly time for dinner anyways. How about you rouse the girls, and I cook?”

“S-sure…” Honey made to start poking the girls as Dig left. Some nice, simple food to get her used to their way of doing things sounded good.

There was the telltale sound of claws, talons, and hooves on the stairs and the small group filed into the kitchen.

“What’s for dinner?” Smolder asked.

“Gems for the scalebutts on everything,” the stallion said, rubbing Smolder’s head. “For the mare, some vegan lasagna, and for the rest of us, a little bit of meat between the noodles.”

“O-oh… I’m not hungry….” Honey tried so stammer as she sat down. Ember and Gilda gave her and Dig concerned looks.

“Nonsense,” the stallion scoffed. “It’s dinnertime, so I’m making you something.” He hummed happily as he put the pans in the oven. “Shouldn’t take too long,” he nodded to himself.

Honey glanced between the other three then took a breath. She scooted out her chair and took another steadying breath as she walked away from the table. “D-Dig?”

“Yahuh?” The stallion flicked an ear in her direction.

“U-ummm could you turn around please?” She was starting to shake a little.

The stallion turned to look at her. “What is it?” he asked the mare, before frowning. “Okay, something’s up,” he noted. “You’re shaking.”

~fwumph~

Green fire momentarily lit the room.

“H-Hi…” Squeaked Chrysalis.

Dig blinked a few times. The oven dinged. The stallion held up a hoof towards the bug mare. “Hold that thought please,” he said, before going to pull the food out of the oven. Once that was done and it was cooling, he turned back to the mare and sat on his haunches. “So,” he stated. “I have...some concerns.”

“Say whatever you have to...” Chrysalis said shakily.

“Which one was the real you?” the stallion asked bluntly.

“Yes.” She blinked. “I mean, I-I always was I just d-didn’t look like me….”

“Okay, fair enough,” the stallion nodded. “Now, I’ve been out of the country a fair bit, and might not have gotten every newspaper, but I’m certain you ring a few bells. Should I be concerned you’re in my home?”

“I’m Chrysalis, Changeling Queen, I did assault Canterlot years back, but I am still considered foreign royalty by genetic standards. My own hive excommunicated me and I’ve been by myself ever since. I wouldn’t be surprised if you told Princess Twilight I was here.” Chrysalis wilted a bit, her heading drooping.

Dig’s next words shocked her.

“Did you try saying you were sorry?”

Just that. No accusation. No ‘I’m telling the princess.’ He just asked her if she was sorry.

“I did during the invasion but they fell on deaf ears. I… haven’t really had the chance since then…” Her ears perked up a bit, though she still didn’t meet Dig’s eyes.

“Well, how about we help you work on your apologizing until you can say it, then?” the stallion offered. “We’ve got the room now, as you well know.”

“T-true…” She smiled a little. “I’d like that.”

Dig walked over and lifted the mare’s muzzle up until they were looking each other in the eyes. He used his other hoof to brush her face a little. “No more tears,” he said with a smile, before drawing the mare into a hug. The mare immediately pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. He coughed a little and waved a hoof around in an effort to get the girls to come free him.

“Chrys. You squeeze him any harder and his dick’s gonna pop out.” Gilda commented.

Chrysalis gasped and immediately jumped back, actually bumping her head on the ceiling. Dig coughed and took a deep breath of precious air.

“What...did they feed you?” he managed to get out as he made sure his bones were intact.

“U-ummm… You did?” She smiled weakly.

“Oh. So I did,” the stallion nodded. “Okay then. Let’s eat, and then you can try to survive the night with us.”

“Hey. Hey Dig.” Smolder spoke up. “Guess what? She’s got a dick.”

Chrysalis could only blush as she sat back down.

“...Oh good, someone else to help take over dicking the three of you,” he said dryly.

“I… might be able to last longer….” Chrysalis managed to get out.

“Well, we’ll have to see, won’t we?” the stallion asked. “Let’s eat.”

“Sooooo…” Chrysalis started awkwardly as everyone got situated in the living room. “I am rather tall… Should I kneel… I’m sorry, I’m normally this awkward.”

“Shy Queen is cute.” Gilda chuckled from her spot on the couch, Smolder cuddled into her side. “Dig? What is she doing?”

“I think she’s asking about how I should induct her into the herd,” the stallion mused. “But surely, she would know to be straightforward about it.”

“I will be blunt… It’s been a few years…” Chrysalis blushed.

“Dig. Should I get the ring, just in case she goes nuts?” Ember asked, getting up from her seat.

“Actually, she should probably always be wearing that,” the stallion agreed. “Help her not have those sorts of urges again.”

“Kay. Be right back.” Ember wandered off and opened the door to the basement.

“Thank you.” Chrysalis smiled softly. “Having a mental backup would be very helpful.”

“Hey, putting a cursed artifact to use to help someone is like telling the pony that made it to buck themselves in the nuts,” the stallion pointed out.

“HA!” Gilda barked a laugh.

“Got it!” Ember called out, puffing a little as she came back in carrying a silver box. She walked over to Dig and held it out. “My Lord.” She smirked. “You should do the honors.”

Chrysalis looked at the box curiously then slowly got on her knees.

“Mhm,” the stallion said, flipping the box open to reveal the little band of metal that glinted in the light. He picked it up with one hoof and then carefully walked over to Chryssy’s horn. “Your head may go fuzzy for a moment here,” he warned her. “Just let it in and it’ll go a lot smoother.”

Chrysalis nodded and lowered her head. “I understand. I trust you.”

Dig Site smiled at her and then carefully slipped the ring around the bug-mare’s horn. It slipped about halfway down before becoming stuck, where it started to work its magic on her. The mare swayed a bit then shook herself.

“Mmmm tingly…” Chrysalis hummed softly.

“Thaaat’s it,” Dig murred in the mare’s ear. “Feel it work on your mind, rewriting all those dominating urges of yours. You don’t feel them anymore, do you? You just want to serve, to please your master.” He paused for a moment. “Who owns you?”

“You…” Chrysalis shook her head a little. “... You do… Dig Site…”

“And if I tell you your new name is ‘Egg factory’ and you are to refer to me as your Master, how will you respond when I call you?” the stallion teased the mare by running a hoof through her mane.

The mare sighed. “I will come right to you Master.”

“Goooood egg factory,” the stallion soothed. “You like being called a good girl. It gives you sexual pleasure to know that your master praises you.” And with the ring on, rewiring her brain was as simple as one, two…

“Mmmpph…” Chrysalis blushed harder. Her wings buzzed softly. “A-am I a good girl?”

“We’ll have to find out,” the stallion said seriously. “Egg factory, the first egg I give you? You aren’t permitted to lay it in anyone else. You’re going to carry it until it hatches, understand?”

“Yes master.” Chrysalis nodded. “I would never lay it in anyone… It’s the first egg you’re going to fertilize. It’s special.”

“Good girl,” Dig said with a smile.

“Mmmmm….” The mare’s blush grew as a soft moan left her lips.

“That being said, my little egg-maker, I think it’s time we got to that, don’t you think?” the stallion smirked. “Kneel and let me inspect what is mine.”

Chrysalis shifted around and propped up her back legs a bit, she shifted her silky tail out of the way. Dig walked around to her rear end and softly caressed her flank, before using one of his hooves to spread her. He had to gauge how ready she was. The mare was dripping, her light green lips had already parted her chitin and her ovipositor was already starting to emerge.

“Okay, egg-bitch, here’s what’s going to happen,” the stallion told her, grinding his hoof over those lips of hers. “I’m going to fuck you long and hard. You’re not permitted to cum unless I’m cumming in you. That said, once I am, you’re going to milk me. Understood?”

“I-I understand!” The larger mare squeaked out.

“I love seeing him dominant.” Smolder cooed from the couch.

“Now,” Dig uttered, before rearing up and mounting, nay, spearing Chryssy in one thrust. “Let’s see how good you are, hmm?” He barely gave the mare time to feel his length inside her before he started moving, nice and slow fucking taking place.

The larger mare already started to squeeze and milk at him. She groaned as he filled her.

“Let the others hear how submissive you are,” the stallion ordered his newest egg-bitch. “Tell them how much you want this.”

Chrysalis let out a throaty groan. “I want Master’s cock. I want to feel it pump inside me. I want to feel Master cum and fill me with his seed. I want him to fertilize my eggs.”

“Who’s a good little subby egg-making bitch?” the stallion cooed. “I think it’s yoooou~” With that praise delivered, the stallion kicked his fucking up a notch, going from long and slow to a normal pace, drawing most of the way out before pushing in everything that would fit.

“I’m a good bitch! I can take it all!” The mare panted.

“Oh really?” the stallion raised an eyebrow. “Your cunt is that deep?”

“Yes! Please fill me Master! Please!” Chrysalis begged as her tunnel tried to draw him in.

“Very well, just remember that you begged for it,” the stallion warned, before he started pushing the cock past his medial ring into her lips.

“Ahhhh! Yessss! Oooo Master!” She groaned loudly, her hips bucking a little. He could feel her pussy sucking him in and shaping itself around him, before his hips bumped into hers. Just in time for the head to bump up against something else as well. “Yessssss~” Her walls rippled around his cock, flexing and squeezing every inch of him.

“I want you to mold yourself to me,” the stallion ordered the mare as he held himself still for this order. “I want you to never forget this cock, because it is going to break you.”

“Ah! Please!~” She begged, squeezing tightly around his entire shaft.

“Mmm...surely you can do such a small change to yourself~” the stallion teased the mare, running a hoof down her back between her wings. Then he felt it, the small shiftings, the mare’s walls squeezed and held him inside her.

“Good egg-bitch,” the stallion praised her.

“A-Am I-I a G-good Girl?” Chrysalis asked breathily, her whole body shaking.

“We’re going to make you the best girl,” the stallion noted with a smile. Then Chryssi felt it. He was pulling out slowly…

Only to hammer back into her, driving her breath out as he hilted his whole length into the mare. And then he just kept going as fast as his hips could move, emptying her and filling her all over again, and again, and again. She wasn’t full or empty for longer than a second before the cycle would repeat itself.

“Uhn uhn uhn… Ah. M-mas-sss-ter…” She tried to get out through each thrust.

“Good egg-bitches...take what their master...gives them...and thank him for it,” the stallion grunted, not stopping for even a moment.

“Th-tha-n-k Y-o-uuuu! M-Mas-ass-ter.” Chrysalis gushed.

“Such a good girl,” the stallion praised the mare, loving the way she squeezed him at that simple comment. “Do you want to be the best girl for your master?”

“I do!” The mare cried out.

“Then take...your master’s...cum, bitch,” the stallion growled, his thrusting becoming more erratic as his cock flared inside her. “Take it all...and give me eggs!”

Chrysalis gasped. Her eyes bugged out as they came together, her ovipositor pumped out a viscous cum-like substance. His cock pumped a nice, thick load right where it could do the most damage as the stallion gripped her around the waist for stability.

“Mmmph...who’s a good girl that’s going to give me another egg for the pile?” the stallion teased the mare he was filling.

“Me!” She cried out, bucking her hips wildly.

“Who owns you?” the stallion kept teasing the mare, running a hoof through her mane as his orgasm started to wind down.

“Master Dig Site does….” Chrysalis sighed breathlessly.

“That’s a good girl,” Dig praised her, feeling her twitch at that. “You’re everyone’s little subby bug-bitch, aren’t you? You’ll do anything anyone in the house asks, but you’ll only cum for me.”

“Yes Master….” The mare slumped a little, seemingly worn out.

“Well, I’d say she’s thoroughly inducted, girls,” the stallion said cheekily as he pulled out of Chrysalis. Not a drop of his cum spilled, her womb was so greedy for it. “So let’s cuddle her in our bed, hmm?”

“Welp, I can clean it up tomorrow.” Gilda got up, somewhat unsteadily.

“Yay cuddles.” Smolder grinned, almost flopping over in the griffon’s absence.

Ember just got up and helped Chrysalis to her hooves. Said mare was very zonked out.

“Dig, I think you broke her.”

Dig Site blinked and waved a hoof in front of Chrysalis’ face, before chuckling nervously.

“Aheh...at...least she’s not a threat anymore?” he offered nervously. “Hey, if the programming sticks, we can take the ring off.”