Meet The Lings

“Well, it’s not every day that our role play time turns into a road trip, I’ll give you that,” Smolder said as she stepped off the train platform with her girlfriend, Silverstream, as the dragon and hippogriff headed into the forest.

“Well, not to sound jealous, but Sandbar does have the best role play spot in Ponyville that I can think of, and it didn’t seem right to ask his parents to just… Use his room while he’s not there. So yeah, why not try and surprise him?” Silverstream replied.

“Not to mention that Twilight offered us a little extra credit to get an update on how he’s doing, too,” Smolder added. Once the Princess of Friendship had learned of their intent to travel to the Changeling Hive during their mating season, she had immediately asked for an update on the guest they had already had for just about three weeks now.

It was barely a quarter mile to the other end of the treeline, and then Smolder turned to Silverstream.

“So, I guess we put it on now?” the dragon asked.

“That’s what Thorax told us in the letter that came with it,” the hippogriff replied, before reaching into her left saddlebag and came out with a plastic perfume bottle. She pointed the nozzle at her girlfriend’s chest, and sprayed twice, before turning it around towards herself, and likewise sprayed her chest twice. Even before the fragrance hit their scales and coat, their nostrils detected a lemony scent.

“So, this is their mating season pheromone stuff, huh?” Smolder asked as Silverstream returned the perfume bottle to her left saddlebag, before stepping outside the treeline into the blooming and blossoming plains that surrounded the hive.

“I guess it’s the ‘mating season’ way of showing that we belong here. Or that we’re not intruders or something. Ocellus said that changelings are much more instinctual this time of year, and patrols are on heightened alert,” Silverstream answered.

They crossed the plains without incident, and came up to the main entrance of the hive, where a pair of guards stood watch. They eyed the dragon and hippogriff curiously, clearly detecting the pheromones, but knowing the new guests weren’t changelings.

“We’re here at the invitation of King Thorax. We’re here to see Sandbar,” Silverstream announced.

The guards exchanged glances, before the one on the left gave a light shrug.

“I believe he’s up top in the throne room and banquet hall for lunch with a lot of the others,” the guard on the left told them.

Nodding appreciatively, the pair of guests made their way into the hive. What was a light lemony scent from the perfume bottle a few minutes ago was now thick in the air. The Changeling Hive was hundreds of short passageways bending off into side burrows, while the main passage slowly spiraled around and up towards the top. Changelings they encountered gave them friendly nods, but their expressions betrayed that they hadn’t been expecting more guests right in the middle of the season.

As they came to the top of the hive, the open-air throne room and banquet hall, and the pheromone scent managed to give way considerably to the smell of hot, fresh food. For the past couple years, Silverstream and Smolder had long grown accustomed to Equestrian dietary offerings, so when the hippogriff saw steaming fresh seafood on one of the banquet tables, she nearly began to salivate.

Among the dozens of changelings present for the midday meal, sat Sandbar near the front corner with Ocellus and her parents. They had made a chair for him with a tray attached to the front. He quickly spotted the two new arrivals as they were waving to get his attention, before heading over to him.

“Hey there, guys. No one told me you were coming,” Sandbar greeted as they came over to their table.

“Well, who doesn’t like a surprise every now and then?” Ocellus teased.

“So they’re gonna be safe here?” The stallion asked.

“No worries, Sandbar. Thorax sent them some pheromones in a bottle,” Spiracle told him.

When the hippogriff and dragon sat down at the table, they were then able to see Sandbar’s faintly glowing abdomen beneath his chair’s tray, as well as the diaper taped around his waist.

“I’ve never seen you ageplay out in public like this,” Smolder commented, and Sandbar blushed a bit in the cheeks.

“Well, since the entire hive now knows why he’s here, we figured why not give him a more authentic foal experience, such as dining out with everyone else,” Carapace replied, depositing another spoonful of fruity-tasting purple goop into the pony’s mouth.

“The love the swarm has collected from him has done amazing things to the nursery pools underground. More and more changelings are now looking forward to discovering how strong this next generation is going to be when hatching time comes,” Spiracle added.

“So… They don’t hurt at all, Sandbar?” Smolder asked, as she couldn’t help but keep her eyes away from the glowing spots in his abdomen.

“Not at all. I wish I could easily explain what it’s like, how fulfilling it is to know that my body is helping them grow. But… Is there anything you can tell me about laying eggs, Smolder? Like, any tips?” Sandbar asked, as their new guests started to serve themselves plates of food.

Ocellus couldn’t help but snicker.

“Ohh no,” Smolder immediately shut the stallion’s hopes down. “For two reasons; one, I’ve just entered into the age of maturity myself, so I actually haven’t laid any eggs yet. Secondly, I’m not going to do you a disservice by giving you what could possibly amount to misinformation; I’m sure dragon eggs and changeling eggs differ in more ways than one, the most obvious way is that dragons don’t practice oviposition. Dragon eggs are kept in something probably similar to the changeling nursery pools, but other than that, the environment is decidedly different.”

“I think little Sandbar here is starting to get just a bit nervous about laying the eggs in a few weeks,” Spiracle said. “We’re just a little past the halfway point of the incubation period.”

“Maybe just a little,” Sandbar replied sheepishly.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna be here with you for every step of the way. I hope Thorax pointed out that it’s not overly painful, the eggs secrete a numbing agent when it’s time to lay them,” Carapace told him.

Silverstream had herself two helpings of fresh fish, and just as Smolder was starting to eye the dessert platters, Silverstream stopped her from reach over.

“Now now, let’s not be so hasty. I think my little hatchling has to be properly dressed before she gets dessert,” she commented.

Smolder blushed profusely.

“Silv! Out here, in front of everyone, really?” Smolder asked in a hushed tone, clearly embarrassed as she watched her girlfriend pull out a diaper and changing supplies from her right saddlebag.

“And why not? You don’t see Sandbar all embarrassed,” Silverstream replied.

“You didn’t see him a half hour ago,” Spiracle commented.

“Come on now, Smolder. I don’t want us to take advantage of the changelings’ hospitality without giving something back, especially during a time as special as this. So let’s give them a few helpings of how much you love being cute and adorable. Now lay back,” Silverstream told her.

Smolder nearly shuddered at how Silverstream’s chastising tone immediately put her into her ‘little’ mindset, and obeyed her girlfriend as she turned ninety degrees and laid back on the stone bench the two of them had been occupying. As the hippogriff got the diaper unfolded and taped around her tail, Smolder couldn’t help but notice how a few changelings got up from their places at their tables and hurried back downstairs.

“Don’t worry, we’re not grossing them out or anything,” Sandbar reassured her. “They’re taking their collected love down to the nursery pools.”

Even as Smolder was resisting covering her face with her hands, she brought herself to speak her mind as her girlfriend brought the diaper up between her legs, and taped it snugly at the waist.

“Man if this is how helpful kinks are to changelings, I can’t imagine you ever want to leave,” she told the stallion sitting across from her as she sat up, and was finally presented with a plate of desserts.

Sandbar smiled at her.

“Yeah, pretty much.”