The Erotic Life of the Smallest Changeling

Contains: micro, story

What a night.

Chrysalis's craving had been nearly insatiable and Alex was amazed he was still breathing after their marathon. The two of them had spent practically the whole night getting down and dirty and, amazingly, when he woke up the next morning he wasn't completely sore. If you measured pleasure by the amount of whimpers and moans, Chrysalis definitely had a good time.

This morning however, she seemed to be in a hurry, as though she didn't want to be in the same room for too long. She had rushed to the bathroom as soon as she was awake and was even now running water to make herself presentable. Whatever had caused yesterday's barbarian lust appeared to be over, even to the point Chrysalis was trying to cover up that it ever happened.

Alex took the opportunity to relax and unwind on the bedsheets. His thoughts were mostly focused on the future, with only two days remaining before Chrysalis left to make the final move in the attack against Equestria. However long she was going to be away Alex would have to stay with someone else, most likely Oleander. His thoughts then turned to how frustrated the big guy must have been. Here he was dreaming of fighting in the name of the Hive and yet he would have to stay behind during the largest battle probably in all changeling history! That must have been far more painful than any stab in the eye.

It suddenly dawned on Alex that he couldn't hear the water running anymore and that Chrysalis must have left the bathroom already. Strangely, Chrysalis didn't immediately return to the bedroom. Shrugging, Alex dozed off for a few minutes before he was woken up again when Chrysalis carried herself back into the room with a pleasant smile on her face. There was an exaggerated sway to her hips and a bounce in her step too. Her mane was well combed, her coat was sparkling clean, and her strange crown topped her head once more. And to top it off, she wore an emerald green necklace with a delicate black chain that jingled as she approached.

"I've sent Oleander a request to give you a tour of the Hive today," she explained with a toothy grin.

"Thank you... Chrysalis," Alex replied cautiously, never having before addressed her without the title.

She tilted her head at him curiously. "Is something wrong?"

Alex went stiff at the question, should he tell her she was being too happy? "Y-yes--wait--No! I'm okay," he stumbled out clumsily, utterly butchering his own words.

There was a short silence as Chrysalis's smile and pleasant attitude slowly ebbed away. Finally, she rolled her eyes and left the room with a very quiet huff. Alex couldn't help but run the exchange through his head and berate himself for it. But what was going on with Chrysalis? Last night she was a lust machine and now she was riding cloud nine.

Chrysalis ran off to do whatever it was she did during the day as soon as Oleander had arrived. Alex was happy to see him, and from the look on his face, he was too.

"So how's my young student this morning?" Oleander asked.

"Well rested and... a little confused," he admitted.

"Why is that?" the older changeling quizzed, leaning toward the table top where Alex sat.

"I don't mean to be rude, but Chrysalis was way too happy this morning. I think something might be wrong with her."

Oleander snorted a chuckle. "Well of course she was in a good mood, she just had her breakfast delivered," Oleander told him, believing that to be an adequate explanation.

"She's happy 'cause she just ate?"

"No. It's a moderate love high. Whenever a changeling feeds on positive emotions, they experience a period of unusual high spirits. If they consume too much, they become nauseous or dizzy."

"Oh. Well that explains a lot." Alex wasn't sure how to keep the conversation going after that. "So are we leaving now?"

Oleander grinned and nodded. "Yup, but just one warning." He was suddenly deadly serious. "The Queen cautioned me not to let you out of my sight. So if you try to fly off, I'll have no choice but to hurt you. You go only where I tell you to, understand?"

Alex grimaced at his words, but felt they were fair. "Yes sir."

"Good," he brightened again. "Take a seat on my head and we can leave immediately."

Alex did as told and flew up to land just behind Oleander's horn. Oleander took a few minutes to quiz him on what movements he could make without making him uncomfortable or sending him off his head. After memorizing what he could and couldn't do in the interest of his passenger, Oleander made his way to the door. Alex bounced slightly with each step, his hooves locked around the column of a horn beside him. Oleander's fur was kind of dry and it scratched a little, but he was determined not to let it bother him.

The black iron doors were pushed aside and the great expanse of the Hive was revealed. Oleander took several steps forward and paused as Alex gaped at the sight. Outside Chrysalis's door was a massive cavern, a huge drum shaped expanse burrowed downwards with a network of passages and walkways carved into its walls. There was an enormous cluster of green crystals hanging precariously from the ceiling which bathed the entire area in an eerie bright green light. There was a path off to the right that sloped down and snaked around the entire tube, leading to additional passages and rooms.

"Impressed?" Oleander asked in an uncharacteristic deep voice.

"Y-yeah," Alex breathed. In reality, the open pit was only 60 or so feet across. To Alex, it was a massive round canyon miles around that just fell down into the depths of the earth. He couldn't even see the bottom... or any other changelings for that matter.

Oleander turned and began walking down the path while he explained where they were. "This is the Noble Tower. Here, the wealthiest changelings, or those who have accomplished great things for the Hive, live in luxury. As far as changelings go. Their wealth is displayed by the solid iron doors and their proximity to Chrysalis. Each of these living areas is, otherwise, identical."

"How good can they possibly have it? Even Chrysalis's home isn't all that big. No offense," Alex added quickly.

"Actually, most of these homes are bigger than hers."

"What? But Chrysalis is the queen?" Alex protested.

"How can a ruler lead if they are not in-tune with their people's way of life? Chrysalis actively chooses to have a home no bigger or more decorated than the average low-middle class family. She also advocates the privilege of large meals and banquets. When most nobility are at extravagant parties, she is with her family in a small get-together."

"She is a strange ruler," Alex commented mostly to himself.

"She doesn't care about material things, and for that, she is a good ruler," Oleander stated with finality, his respect for her clearly evident.

At the bottom of the spiraling road, Oleander carried Alex into another large expanse at least as wide as a football stadium but only half as tall. There were shelf-like constructs on the walls and pillars that seemed large enough to store things as large as a changeling. But what really stood out about this room, was the slime. Thick green ooze coated everything, like a giant had just sneezed into the room and left it there. Some of the slime was hard and resembled burnt plastic, but the rest was wet and gooey, actively dripping from the ceiling.

"What is this place?" Alex asked.

"This place doesn't have a name, but here changelings are put into a semi-permanent sleep until they are needed."

"What does that mean?"

Oleander stopped in front of one of the empty shelves coated in goo. "A changeling is encased in this slime and then it is heated. The slime hardens and puts them into a kind of hibernation. They use no love energy and time passes in an instant from their perspective. It's a way for the Hive to preserve its numbers AND its energy stores."

"But why are there no changelings in them now?" Alex asked, looking at the numerous empty pods.

"I said they sleep until they are needed. Chrysalis has been waking everyone up and reintroducing them to military service in preparation for the upcoming battle. In the past month, our numbers have skyrocketed, yet technically remained the same," Oleander mused.

"Who would choose to go to sleep?" Alex asked as Oleander started moving again.

"It's a self-sacrifice for the good of the Hive and any changeling can request to sleep if the Hive can afford to go without them. In fact, large scale requests for more sleepers have been sent out in the past when our numbers were too high or the love supply too low. Or both."

Alex had a sudden scary thought. "What if they never get woken up?"

Oleander let out a deep chuckle. "Once a changeling is put to sleep, they're cataloged. So the next time a changeling is needed, they go down the list starting with the changelings that have been asleep the longest. However, if a--" Oleander had to suddenly slam the brakes when another changeling crossed their path.

Alex had only managed to stay on Oleander's head by wrapping his hooves around his horn while his legs flew forward from the sudden deceleration. The other changeling had short stubby legs, but he was otherwise uninteresting. Oleander stood tall with his head high while the other changeling merely stared at him. Oleander snorted down at him once, the other changeling taking a step back and then to the side before sluggishly continuing down the corridor. Oleander eyed him for a time before snapping back and continuing on his way as though nothing had happened.

"Who was that?" Alex inquired.

"A Storage Boy," Oleander said simply, but immediately realized Alex didn't know what that meant. He sighed. "The majority of changelings can't store more than a month's worth of love, at best. Heck, most can't store more than a week--that is--without getting a 'Love High'."

"That's when a changeling has too much love and they act all loopy, right?"

"Correct. But there are some changelings who are more resistant to the condition than others and these changelings will always be used as Storage Boys. You see, scouts and scavengers bring the love back to the Hive and deliver it to one of them, who keeps it safe and distributes it to others as needed. Storage Boys also watch over those put to sleep here."

"Why does it matter that they can store love without going crazy? Can't you just stuff any changeling and just not worry about it?"

"Oh yes, trust mountains of valuable food energy in a changeling who can't help but wander around aimlessly and act like a big idiot," Oleander snickered. "Really Alex, a changeling in that condition could walk right out of the Hive and get himself caught or outright killed. And he'd be taking all that energy with him."

Alex thought about that for a second. Then nodded. You never trusted a lunatic with valuable resources after all, so changelings who could store lots of love without losing their minds would be invaluable. "So if you ever get hungry, you have to hunt one of them down?"

"Yup," Oleander confirmed again as they came to the end of the hall. "So what would you like to see next?"

To the right, there was steep path downwards that led to into darkness while the path to the left led upwards into a brightly lit chamber.

"Which way do you suggest?" Alex asked Oleander.

"Well, to the right we have the mines, but that isn't a very nice place. To the left we have the Meeting Hall. There, Chrysalis gives all her big speeches and announcements."

"Meeting Hall," Alex said quickly, not being a big fan of the dark.

The tour lasted hours. Tunnel after tunnel, path after path, doorway after doorway. Alex was amazed at how easily Oleander navigated the complicated network of roads. The different chambers sometimes seemed random or useless and Oleander often confirmed that, indeed, some of them were. Some corridors they came across were dead ends that lead nowhere, but that was usually due to a geological obstacle which made digging there dangerous. Changelings were excellent miners and builders and could always tell when the rock wouldn't hold. According to Oleander.

Inevitably, the tour had to take them to the residential wing. As it turned out, half of the Hive was built to be a living area and playground for the changeling masses. The path there got progressively wider and brighter as they walked. The ground was coated in a thin powdery dust that puffed with each of Oleander's steps and a low buzzing noise began to fill the air like the static from a tv. Suddenly, the tunnel opened like a funnel, greeting them with a room that must have been large enough to hold an entire city... and it did.

The room was more like a canyon made of a greenish-black rock with hundreds upon hundreds of openings carved into the walls. There was an enormous crack in the ceiling high above that let shafts of light flood down from the surface world, casting the space in a dull orange glow. The ground between the walls was covered in the same thin gray powder as the hall. Towering statues and jutting stalagmites reached for the heavens amongst the sandy courtyard and made the space look filled. And all that was just the architecture, the changelings must have numbered in the thousands!

Everywhere, the walls, floor, even in the air above, changelings were swarming about and none of them paid Oleander any mind as he stood there all alone on the entrance ramp. They all seemed to be headed somewhere, all of them busy with some kind of work. What that business could possibly be was lost on Alex of course. Sure, they were going to war, but what kind of preparation work did that entail? These changelings clearly weren't gathering food and he doubted all of them were in the military. So what else was there to be doing?

Oleander didn't say a thing as he let Alex gawk at the enormity of it all, and opted instead for strolling down into the park where several younger changelings were playing tag around the dusty spires. The twin walls must have stretched hundreds of feet into the sky and ran more than a mile into the distance. The rest of the Hive had seemed so tight and dark in comparison. Alex might as well been outside here.

"That crack in the ceiling lets everyone know when it's nighttime without having to go outside, as well as light the place without using our limited supply of magic crystals."

"Wow," was all Alex could say.

Oleander smirked. "Impressive isn't it? This took centuries to dig out and is constantly being expanded. All of what you see was carved from solid rock by the sweat and blood of changelings like us over hundreds of years. It is the true marvel of changeling strength and determination. All changelings call this home."

"It's incredible Oleander," Alex breathed. "How many are there?"

"Changelings? A million, maybe more," he stated casually, not giving the answer any thought.

"And every one of them is leaving for the invasion?"

"No," Oleander said, becoming sullen. "Many are staying behind to make sure no lesser creatures try to move in. We don't expect an attack from a foreign power, but caution is most advised during war."

Alex paused and looked down. Oleander looked sad. "You really want to fight huh?"

He snorted once, "more than you know. I've never been part of a real battle. I'd give anything to be in a good fight!" he stomped his hoof in frustration.

His wish was granted immediately when a shout rang out, followed by the stomping of angry hooves...