Author's Note

Thanks to:
I came up with a few ideas, delving into the deeper lore behind this story.
I hope everyone will enjoy, where this is going.

Ps: I just realized (noticed) that this was a rather curious date to publish the chapter.
Was that a fitting date, for the specific content?

Week End Report: 4

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One Night

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Finally, I had a Pony visiting me, in the room at the Ponyville Spa. I had managed to secure a temporary employment, approved by the owners: Aloe and Lotus. (Thank our Queen for that.)

Apparently, they had an open spot as I arrived; and I had managed to express my idea favourably, explaining the service I was prepared to offer.

While a bit hesitant, at first; Rarity had accepted my offer, once I had explained that I was ready and had prepared for her treat. The treatment had gone just as well, as could have been expected.

I had found Rarity quite receptive, growing excited as the treatment progressed.

No complaints; from this lovely and lovable Mare, I’d might add. She had left me quite full, at the end of the day. I had barely managed to leave the Spa, in the state she had left me in; but I had at least managed to trot out safely, meeting up with my replacement.

Once I had made the contact, the replacement took over; pretending to be Rarity for the duration of my absence. From there, I had managed to deposit almost everything; before I returned to Ponyville, once more.

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While I was in the Hive, my presence had been noted; I would have been worried, if it hadn’t. If a drone could enter and leave, unnoticed, it was a very bad sign; an omen of what is to come, a sign of a demise close at hand. (At Hoof)

Our Queen had known, where I was; what I was doing and why, of course. Had she not known it, this would also have been a very bad sign, unfortunately.

However; it is not just my presence that had been noticed, but the large contribution I had managed to secure in the name of our Hive and Queen. Now, this feels like a very good sign. I can not complain. Why should I? A Queen rarely appreciates, or even accept complaints; in the first place.

A negative report, is one thing; but complaints, on the other hoof.

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I find myself shadowed, tailed by a Queen candidate; albeit oblivious of the fact, because I had not been told.

Maybe I had been in a hurry; thus not taking the time to be told; but I have a task, I have to return to. The mission could not accept my absence for very long, after all.

When I return, I have to tend to Rarity; since she is, where I had just left her, as I had left the Spa overnight.

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“Greetings, Aloe!” I exclaim, as I meet her as I am returning to work.

“Greetings, Starry-Eyes Glossy-Hooves!” she responds, returning my warm greetings.

“Greetings; Lotus!” I exclaim, a moment later, as I see her at the Spa.

“Greetings, Starry-Eyes Glossy-Hooves!” she responds, returning my warm greetings.

From there, I am returning to the room I had designated to the services I had promised them to render their customers.

Ponies, or otherwise; they are all welcome, deserving of the warmest reception and highest quality treats. Of course, I had known it; not as if it was to bother me, as a Changeling.

At least, I am not an Infiltrator; but a Love Harvester, the finest job a Drone like me could even hope for. Without the Harvest, the Harvesters; there is no future, for a starving Hive. I knew it, just as every last Queen. Thus, I am very proud of my position, my work.

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She had just arrived at the Spa, an hour after me; but that should be perfectly fine.

She opens the door, in the guise of a bright Cerise Unicorn with bright Yellow mane and tail.

Her Sapphire Blue eyes scans the interior of the Spa, as she steps over the floor.

“Nothing too remarkable, at first glance..” she ponders; “but it isn’t the local that drew my interest, in the first place!” she considers.

It is the service, services she had come for; not the floor she is stepping upon, but the ponies delivering the services and the ponies coming to enjoy themselves as the services were being administered.

As suggested; she had opted to start with some time to relax, in the steam room. If there were ponies there, all the better; they were literal furnaces, radiating love freely in this environment. Well, who is complaining? Free food, after all. Aside from the tid-bits of freely given information, given in the informal setting.

Ponies, mostly mares had come and gone; enjoying the warm atmosphere and the steamy heat offered by the Sisters running this Spa. (An establishment, well worth patronizing; as they provide the atmosphere any Pony and Changeling could be benefiting from!)

After a measured time, she had slipped out of the steam-room; returning to the more open hall of the Spa at large, before she is turning her attention towards me. Well, why not? I should have been expecting as much; even if I had not realized it would happen today, due to missing the cue in the state I had been in as I returned to the Hive.

“Greetings, Starry-Eyes Glossy-Hooves!” she exclaims; in the same manner as she had appeared at the spa, before she had been enjoying her time at the steam-room.

Of course, it was mimicking the manner in which the Spa Ponies: Aloe and Lotus are greeting their patrons and repeat customers.

“Greetings!” I had responded, greeting her in the same manner as she had just greeted me.

“You appear to be doing quite well for yourself; judging by your latest donation, back at our Hive!” she puts forth.

“Well, I guess you could say that..” I respond; “I do enjoy my work here, in the intimate closeness with all the Ponies; even if I only had the one customer, this far!” I quietly explain.

“This is, what Love collection should have been in the first place..” she agrees; “which is why I am here; I want to experience the treatment, you are so successful with for myself!” she explains.

“Of course..” I respond; “but it may not be the same experience, as the Pony was enjoying so much!” I ponder.

“I know, but it would still give me a deeper understanding of the ponies we are relying on, for our very survival!” she ponders.

“I do enjoy working with, and for them; so I can only assume I am particularly compatible, for the work serving these Ponies!” I supply.

“We may benefit, from broadening our Horizons; but since we are in Ponyville, the ponies is the majority of our Love Supply!” she suggests.

Since she had expressed an interest in trying out the treatment I had offered to the Pony: Rarity; I am preparing the products required, in order to provide her the requested service.

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Once I had made all the preparations; I am performing the treatment, permitting her to experience everything Rarity had been experiencing, just a few hours ago.

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What I could not have been prepared for, is the reaction or the effect it is having on me.

Even if I may, or may not know she was an upcoming Proto Queen; but this is an experience I simply could not have been prepared for, neither could she.

I had gone through the motions, as if she had just been a regular Pony; but something soon started to change, just as I had started a particular part of the treatment. (should this have been expected? I have no idea! Still, she did not react, as I had been expecting all the same)

If I had assumed she was a Pony, I would have recognized the first reaction, but not the second. I could clearly sense and pick up Love building up around her, even directed directly at me; almost as if she had been the pony the original treatment was intended for.

It isn’t, that she is a Proto Queen, but this reaction is still unexpected. What I guess I should have been expecting, even if I could not have been prepared for it; is how my original link is quietly severed, before a new link is created and thus links me to her. She is my Queen, my new queen; but still, she is my Queen all the same. I had experienced a shudder, just as the link had been redirected; but this soon subsided, as the new link is established and re-affirmed.

I had continued the treatment, as I had performed for the Pony: Rarity.

Of course, she had been quiet, from the moment I had muted her; just as I had done for Rarity, the day before. It is simply an integral part, of this treatment.

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She had left my room, once the treatment had been completed; though I had simply continued my day, almost as if nothing had happened.

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While I am oblivious of her actions; she had slipped down into the basement, where she had located an ideal spot for her new Hive. The establishment would require quite a lot of digging, on her part; but she could call for assistance, once the first drone is ready.

From there, her new Hive is established; right under the very muzzles of all these lovely and lovable Ponies.

I soon realized the first advantage, of this arrangement; I did not have to return home, to my former Hive, in order to unload my Love harvested. Another convenient advantage, I am soon to realize; is that I am living in Ponyville, one of the most open and loving communities of Ponies one could ever encounter. Even if the community had been established right on the border of the forest of Everfree of all places. A place just as relentless and unforgiving at the Badlands themselves.

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A New Customer

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