The Twilight Prince: Omakes

Queen Lepidoptera buzzed her wings in agitation as she listened to the purple alicorn's incredibly long lecture. Once more Dora felt immense gratitude that she had somehow been lucky enough to be hatched seemingly in the only timeline with a Sane Sparkle. Made even better by the fact that he was also a beautiful, kind, libidinous and virile stallion.

"... and so, I believe that if you were to recreate the steps that led to King Thorax's metamorphosis, you and the rest of kind could become of the changedlings as well."

"Why?"

The foreign Sparkle was taken aback, "So you can eat pony food and stop stealing ponies' love to survive. So you can stop being parasites.

Dora snarled and stalked towards the alicorn, "We are not parasites, we are symbiotes, we take what is freely given and extract nutrition and power from it that would otherwise be wasted. And why do you think we would ever want do rely on pony food? When much of Equestria's ponies were starving, my hive. my children, were experiencing a time of plenty unheard of in changeling history. Every time my stallion takes me to bed, I am drowned in enough love to sustain me for hundreds of years, until it becomes more than even I can absorb and honey starts spraying out of my every orifice. Hay, even a single one of my sister-wives provides more than enough affection and familial love to sustain my entire hive."

The imposter Sparkle stepped back, blushing at the lewd implications.

"And you would have me throw that all away? To what?" Dora glanced at the image of the hideous orange and green abomination that this mare had said had once been a changeling. "To follow in the hoofsteps of a horribly mutated and deeply confused infiltrator who fancies herself a changeling """king"""? Whatever that's supposed to mean."