The next few days went quickly, the alicorns slowly filling in the cavern and removing the various metals for later use. Max had busied himself with a side project well outside the castle walls while this was accomplished. He'd managed to scrounge together a simple bellows, two large chunks of wood with a thick stitched cloth that was stuck to the wood with resin. The furnace itself had started as a mess, a crude ring of stones over the burning coals that were sealed into a in-leaning tower held together with clay. The bellows blew into a small clay channel that could be accessed from the side by removing a loose stone for cleaning. The bellows were attached to allow the air to rush into and up the forge while keeping the cloth and wood bellows clear of the heat and flames. It had all seemed to be a good plan, but once the fuel was added and the heat increased...the forge fell apart. The stones cracked and the clay shattered, outright exploding in some areas as moisture escaped the material.

He'd walked away with several new nicks and cracks in his shell, earning him a lecture from Crack and Luna as well as some pampering that night. Not a bad situation all-round.

Now he was working with seared clay bricks and a cobbled together variant of heat-clay for his forge. It had taken a bit to remember that, but a few modded games mentioned a specific type of clay that would hold against heat better. Those same mods didn't tell you where such materials were found, but curiosity about the legitimacy of the information had given him the information he'd now needed. Unfortunately it was only after two days of working with the wrong materials that he was able to recall the specifics, with the help of a busy changeling sub queen.

The changeling stallion sighed, his wings still sore from fanning them during his first experiment. Changelings didn't sweat, so the heat had to be removed a different way. That meant buzzing ones wings in such a way as to blow the wind away, carrying the heat with it. It had almost made him sick the first day of his work, his mind unused to worrying about such things. He'd even taken to splashing his wings with a fine mist of water from a nearby bucket. The temperature felt like it dropped five degrees the second he started fanning the damp wings.

Crystal had been gob-smacked by the idea of adding water to the wings to speed cooling. It apparently wasn't something that was thought of before. Not that changelings normally used forges or didn't know enough about transformations to alter themselves in ways that would keep them cool. Like increasing the size of the blood vessels running up and down his back right under his fanning wings.

Max placed some fuel inside his latest ring-forge and set up a small fire. It was relatively small, only about two or three feet wide at the base and slowly coming to only a foot wide at the top and about He let the flames take, dumping some water on his bellows before giving it a quick pump. He let the temperature settle, adding a little more fuel to increase the temperature in a controlled manner. His first forge had cracked and broken because he'd failed to raise the heat slowly, or use the proper materials. He'd taken two days setting up this latest model, he wasn't going to let carelessness or impetuousness be the death of his hard work.

More fuel, wait for the forge to warm. More fuel, give the bellows a pump or two. More fuel, check the outside for cracks or other problems. Splash water over his wings and begin fanning them as the temperature rose, add more water to his bellows. Add a bit more fuel.

The forge was by no means a finished product, his final goal being something similar to the forges from some medieval games that would allow a good bit of metal to be smelted at a decent pace. The issue was there was no crafting menu to dump the materials into. There was also no guarantee the forge would work after he made it. Taking a tempered heat-clay container that had been left touching the forge to raise its temperature, Max filled the bowl with some relatively dirt-free gold ore. He set the container inside the flames, the brackets on either side just outside the hottest bit of the fire. That was reserved for the container that was holding the bit of gold he was practicing with.

He waited, pumping the bellows every now and again for extra heat or throwing additional fuel on the fire. Eventually the gold was level in the container, a molten soup that caused his muscles to tense in caution. He carefully removed the container and poured the molten metal into a previously prepared ingot-mold.

Max felt a grin playing over his face as he watched the gold slowly dribble into his mold, a feeling of accomplishment giving him an amazing rush at the near-completion of his task. There was a little left over so he pored it into a second mold, a simple sun and moon symbol he'd made while waiting for the clay to temper over the last few days. It made him giddy, thinking of the results. The gold wasn't pure by a long means but the overall mass would be lowered, as would the mass of most of the metals the mares had recovered. The purification of the metal wasn't the point though. With a proper forge the tools they already had could be re-forged and repaired, not to mention the ease of transport for the individual bars as compared to chunks of raw ore. It was possible he'd eventually be able to cut down the room that was being used to hold the metals down to about three quarters of its current capacity. A simple fact when you factor in how much easier ingots stacked as well as the removal of most of the dirt and grime.

'Could be wrong, may very well be wrong, but it should be easier to handle at the very least.'

Waiting a few minutes as the metal cooled, he carefully pulled the gold from the first mold the moment he thought it was ready. It was soft and fragile, not being reinforced and not pure, but it was still a gold item he'd made with little to no outside help. With some practice and time, he'd be forging works of art. After all, he still didn't have a set time for how long changelings lived. Until he noticed himself growing old, he'd bet on later rather than sooner. It was easier, meant he'd be there for Luna for a long time to come.

Max shook his head, dispelling the sappy thoughts even as they brought him a bit of happiness. He had things to do. It was about dinner time. He was meeting up with the girls in a little bit.

His ears flicked, a soft buzz followed by a soft impact on the ground heralding a changeling drones arrival. Crystal hadn't acted with subtlety for a while now.

Turning to look at the drone, his face scrunched in a moment of confusion before realization set in.

"So you guys are ready to talk?"

"I speak for those who have watched, though they demand the right to choose for themselves. To leave or accept your offer on an individual basis," the drone struggled out, almost shaking as he spoke.

Max nodded, both in understanding of the request and understanding of the drones fear.

"I have no issue with that. I won't be linking with the drones that join for a while. I am not yet comfortable with sharing so much with so many but perhaps in time I will be willing to do so. Do you have any questions for me?"

The drone shook his head quickly.

"I think you do, go ahead and ask. I'm sure Flick has already said that I'm not anything like the queens you dealt with in the hive. By that same token, I'm teaching Crystal my rules and customs, and part of that is not lashing out at those who ask questions."

Reclining in the grass and making himself comfortable even as he idly checked the gold bar, he smiled.

"I'll wait here, you can let the others know that I'll answer any questions they have out here away from the castle. No proto-queen, no ponies, just myself and whoever decides they want to talk. After that, they're free to go wherever they wish. I won't tolerate them hurting those of this town though. The ponies around here are under the care of a mare who is very important to me. To hurt them is to hurt her, and to hurt her is to hurt me. While I will not force changelings to adapt to my ways, I will defend myself."

Max ended up waiting a while, asking Crystal to send either Flick or Crack to him with some honey. The older shape shifter had been running on fumes by the time Flick showed up with a few jars of honey and he'd gladly accepted the food while he waited. He hadn't expected to finally get a response from the other changelings, nor did he expect them to take so long to respond. Out of boredom, he turned to the drone waiting beside him with a question.

"Do you know how a changeling bonds or disconnects with others?"

"I don't sir. I only know that it works, not the how or why."

"Would you be upset if I uh, practiced with you?" he asked, chuckling at how awkward his wording sounded.

"I don't mind," Flick said, nodding. "You already said you would allow my to choose to stay or leave. I believe you, I know you won't force me to stay in the link."

Max nodded, calling for the information from Crystal with the link, she directed his thoughts to the information, following him back to watch through his eyes as he linked to the drone. He pushed a bit of magic through his horn into the smaller shape shifter, following Crystals instructions.

'Bit of the brain that's right- there it is. Push your magic there and it should-'

The drone reacted instantly, her eyes widening as the connection was gently applied to her. Max frowned, watching carefully as her thoughts slowly bled into his own perception. Unlike before though, where his thoughts and Crystals thoughts seemed to blend at times, there was only an awareness of the drones thoughts and ideas. Her nervousness, her fear, her hope. Everything she was, laid bare before his mind. He experimentally prodded at thoughts, memories, watching as they unfolded before him like books. Her time in the hives, the events leading up to her capture. He never stayed focused on them long enough to really watch, but the idea was just...

'Intoxicating. That explains a lot,' he thought, watching as she flinched at his projected thoughts. He actually felt bad about that, he'd blasted her with that thought. Unlike Crystal and himself, the mare had no defense against the demands of a higher changeling. If he told her to be happy she'd be happy, even if she didn't know why.

'And that's why she's scared. It's putting everything you are in the hands of someone, having to trust them completely, more completely than anything I have reference to.'

It also explained the fear of the drones that were coming to see him. Binding the mare to him had been simple now that he knew how to do it. It wouldn't take much effort for him to take every drone and force them to follow his orders. It's why the queens looked at the drones as disposable. They were slaves to the higher queens.

About an hour before sunset, the changelings arrived. It would have been silly if it wasn't so heart-wrenching. The drones arrived like a bunch of scared forest animals, peeking around trees and bushes while watching for any sign of betrayal. One heard the snap of a twig that was stepped on by another and nearly shat themselves, jumping away from the sound and sending the rest of the drones into a panic. Even Flick was unnerved, hiding behind him as the drones finally figured out they'd panicked themselves and began to calm down. When they'd finally settled in, keeping a straight shot back into the forest behind them and clumping into a large group in the clearing Max was working in, he decided to try to talk.

"Good afternoon."

His words caused seventeen pairs of ears to perk, half in panic. One darted off, unable to keep going anymore. Max didn't pursue it, though. The whole point he was trying to make was that Flick and Crack were here because they wanted to be. These drones were free to leave at any time.

One of the drones looked like he was going to pursue the one who fled, others looked to him in panic. Max just nodded to the drone who had splayed their wings.

"If you want to go make sure he's okay, you can. I'll talk to you later if you'd like. He doesn't have to be here if he doesn't want to be. Has everyone had something to eat?"

"We have, sir," one of the female drones whispered, flinching when he focused on her.

"Well, thank Flick here. She's been working on keeping the emotions stocked. I'm still learning how this stuff all works. Still haven't figured out how to separate the various emotions into a more pure honey. I'm sure the one who showed up earlier told you my deal. Anyone who has questions may ask, any who wish to leave may do so, and any who wish to stay, well the only rule is don't harm the ponies. Flick and Crack will both attest that feeding can be done without pods or capturing ponies."

Max watched the changelings as they buzzed their wings, looking to each other while waiting for another to make the first move.

"I wont force you guys. If you want to leave, you're free to leave at any time."

"Is it true you command the proto queen, sub queen seventeen?"

"I've been teaching her a few rules, but I don't command her. She's linked to me, but we have similar goals at the moment. I know most of you have an issue with her though, so that's why I'm your contact. She will not seek you out, she won't make demands of you, and she won't hurt you. I promise. If you have any issues with her, I will correct them."

Seeing a few winces, Max rolled his eyes.

"I will not take your issues lightly. I also will not assume that Crystal is in the right. She's learning to act as I would, but she's still learning."

Standing up, he stepped a bit closer and sat down in the middle of the group.

"I don't intend to push any of you into this. I'm trusting you to follow my rules out of respect and because they've worked well so far. But if any of you break these rules you will be punished, and not just by myself. There are others that I'm working with, Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. Pony princesses that are higher on the totem pole than myself. You will be following their laws. If you harm any of the ponies or each other, we're going to have a problem. If you wish to join me, you will introduce yourselves to Luna and Celestia in court.

"We are not hiding, we are not taking emotions and hiding in the background," he stated, standing back up and pacing in front of the drones. "You will be citizens, defended by both the alicorns and myself as well as the knights. You will be free to choose your professions, even joining the knights in defending both this hive and the ponies that provide you with emotion. That is what you are looking at. Now, do any of you have any questions?"

Surprisingly they responded better to the forceful approach. It was familiar to them. Something they expected. The soft approach seemed to confuse them. Like they didn't know what he was doing, or they were expecting him to betray them.

"I said, Are there any questions?"

"Sir, you said we are not allowed to cocoon the ponies. How do we feed?" a female drone asked, standing at attention.

"You speak to the ponies. You form emotional connections, friendships, you help them and offer them comfort. Flick, is this not how you ended up with more emotion than you need?"

The drone behind him jumped at his voice, nodding emphatically.

"Yes sir. I'd be happy to teach them."

"Flick will teach you the rules. You will be cautious of overfeeding- it hurts the ponies and nets you less emotion in the long run. You will not steal physical items from the ponies, you will be allowed to trade or barter. I will teach you how personal ownership works if you need, but you are free to share or keep things to yourself as you wish. It is up to you in that line."

Max stopped, looking over the attentive changelings. The change with his altered attitude was impressive.

"The link is something that is relatively new to me and its something I'm still getting used to. If I speak to loudly over the link, let me know so that I can improve on it. If you have an issue with someone else, say something so that we can either fix it or move the two involved changelings or ponies and changelings to different locations and keep them apart."

Standing before the group and holding his head high, he looked over them once more.

"I will add rules as they are needed. For now I have nothing else to say. I am heading back to the castle and heading to bed. If any would like to head back to the castle, we'll set you up in either the underground storage room, which should be comfortable for you guys as its underground. After that we'll look into putting you wherever you feel comfortable."

The changeling stallion turned around, walking back to his forge and grabbing his ingot and molded symbol. He carefully set the ingot in his bags and took off towards the castle. Flick was flying just off to his left, keeping formation with him while behind him he could hear a few sets of wings. He didn't look, instead gently prodding Flick to take a look while allowing him to use her eyes. About six drones were following, the rest still sitting in the clearing around the forge. It was more than he'd expected actually.

'Thanks, Flick. If you need anything, you let me know,' Max whispered into her mind, being cautious of putting too much force into his thought.

'Thank you sir. I didn't expect any of them to follow,' she answered.

Max nodded, landing outside the gates of the castle and nodding at the guards before turning to address the drones that had followed.

"You've chosen to follow and that means you've chosen to follow my rules. Flick will be your guide and your boss. Listen to her, follow any suggestions and rules she implements, and enjoy your night. If you guys want to join the link, we'll discuss it tomorrow."

Stepping into the main gates, Max wasn't surprised to see Crystal present with Luna and Celestia, all three watching carefully as the drones followed Flick into the storage room.

'Flick, offer them blankets if they'd like, offer them. Make sure they're comfortable and hidden so none of the ponies working in the castle stumble across these guys before they're ready to start working with the ponies.'

'Yes sir. I'll make certain they're secured. Is there anything else you need?'

'Nope, you take care of them and get some rest. Thanks for the help.'

"You've linked with Flick," Crystal said, watching the drones walk away.

"I did, we can talk about this later," Max said, pushing Crystal towards the main building. "We'll be talking about this with them in detail tomorrow. You'll be with me but you'll keep to the side unless they talk directly to you. I don't want you scaring them away, but don't let them insult you. If they start throwing insults, I'll personally kick them out."

"You are not going to be gentle with them?" Luna asked.

"First off, there's a difference between being gentle and being a pushover. They also expect a certain firmness. When I tried being gentle, they immediately became suspicious. They seem to respond better to an almost militaristic force of will. That's fine with me, I can work with that. Second, this isn't all of them. There were about seventeen drones out in the forest, so we'll need to keep an eye out for missing ponies. If the drones out there think they'll be allowed to act out just because I was being nice they've got another thing coming."

Max sighed, deciding to give the alicorns and Crystal a play by play as they prepared for bed with a quick bath.

"I asked Flick to let me practice the link with her, so I at least know what it entails. It turns out its a lot more one-way with the drones. I don't know if they can pull like Crystal can, but i'd bet they can't. Everything about her, every experience she lived was open to me. It was scary, having that kind of power over someone and I can see why the queens would abuse that. If I told them to be happy, they'd smile every day never knowing why they're doing so."

"Anyway after a while the drones showed up, as I said there were about seventeen of the little guys. I tried laying down, being non-threatening but they were so jittery one bolted. They were expecting a betrayal, expecting me to drag them into my link and use them to hunt down their friends. It doesn't take much to form a link to a drone, I did it with Flick in a few seconds. A little magic to mark them as yours into a specific section of the brain, imprinting them into your hive, and they're yours. It doesn't even have to be voluntary."

Max buzzed his wings in agitation, remembering the looks of fear he'd received.

"When I went Sergeant Bugsy on them, they listened. It was what they were used to, but they were still kind of worried. Just, I don't know how this will turn out. we'll have to be cautious of them for a while. Watch them, make sure they don't get into anything they shouldn't."

"You do not trust them," Celestia stated.

"Not really, but it's more to do with the fact that I have to be careful. Crack, I had him by the balls after his little trick to free Flick. He hoped to earn her help as she was an infiltrator and knew how to survive outside a hive. Flick was grateful for the rescue though, more grateful than I realized, and so he was still in the same barrel. These changelings aren't alone. They have others to support them. They could very well be planning something and until I get a chance to check I won't know for certain. But that just causes another issue. Do I rip into them like that? Your thoughts are your own, and while I don't mind sharing with Crystal, I don't know how I feel about tearing through a drones thoughts to make sure they're loyal."

Max took a deep breath, looking to the smaller shape shifter.

"That's why tonight I need you to help me, Crystal. I need you to teach me everything about drones that you know. Flick may be there as well, since I pulled her into the link but I need to know everything about the connection you two can give me."

"You shall do fine, Maximus. You have given Tia and I so much help, should you need any aid in return we would be only too happy to provide it. Shall I avoid the dream? If you are going to be working on the link, the dream may react, considering where it comes from."

"That would likely be best," Crystal replied. "I follow Luna in many things, Maximus, but in the hive...in our hive I trust you to take care of me."
'I-I submit.'

Max winced, feeling his connection to the queen shift slightly. He scowled, checking his connection for several moments before he realized what she'd done.

"Crystal, you didn't need to-"

"They need to see a single ruler. I know my alpha and Celestia rule together but it is an alien concept to them. It will, it will help you. I only ask that you be kind to me," she whispered, hanging her head in deferment.

"I do not understand," Celestia whispered, confused by the events.

"Crystal handed me her keys," the stallion responded, pulling the beta mare into a hug. "You silly goose, you didn't need to do that. And of course I'll take care of you. I promised, didn't I? I said we'd all watch each other's backs. Don't you dare start treating me like Flick does. I'm part of your flock and your hive, we're family."

Holding her for a moment, a grin spread across his face.

"I intend on making us equal again once the new drones are settled, but I am going to tease you."

'I wonder,' he sent, grinning maliciously. 'Cum.'

Crystal's body locked up instantly, her eyes widening as her body pulsed with a pleasurable aftershock.

"Oh wow, it works," he chuckled, getting an confused mutter in response even as Crystal fell into the hug limply.

Luna cocked her head.

"What works?"

"I can command her to do anything," he responded, his fanged smile telling it all. "Even that."

Celestia rolled her eyes, choosing not to respond verbally even as Luna perked, fascinated at that kind of authority over another.

"You commanded her to peak? And it worked?" the blue mare asked.

"It did, surprisingly. As I said, I didn't really understand just how much power a hive-leader has over another changeling. It's kind of ridiculous. I wonder just how far it goes?"

Max paused, feeling a faint discomfort from the changeling mare in his grip but noting that she didn't even flinch at the idea of being experimented on.

"I'm not...damn. I'll take care of you, Cryssie. Golden rule still applies. Dammit, I can't even ask her for permission because she'll give it automatically."

"What do you mean? She can still say yes or no, can she not?" Luna asked.

"I can ask all I want, but she's going to give me permission. It's how the link works. I can give her freedom, but the moment I ask for something, that's priority," Max answered, holding Crystal tightly. "That's fucking terrifying, and it's why the drones are so iffy about joining a hive again. I can literally tell them to rip their own legs off and they would do so with a smile."

Celestia stopped in her washing of Luna's wings, staring at him in horror.

"What? Can they not deny such orders?"

"The master of the hive is the master of those who follow him," Crystal said softly. "We live and die at the hive-master's pleasure. Mother made certain we knew this."

"That means that you're the uncontested ruler of the changelings in the hive," Luna said, realizing what it meant. "Crystal is putting...oh my. She basically gave you control of everything she is."

"It's a lot of trust, but I won't let her down. And if you start calling me sir I'll be upset, understand?"

Crystal nodded and he smiled at her, giving her a quick kiss on the nose.

"Time for bed, ladies."

"No massage this time?" Celestia asked, giggling as she hopped out of the bathing pool and began to dry herself off.

Max shook his head.

"You're getting spoiled. I'll make it up to you later, but unless you want to join in on some flock activities, I suggest heading to your own bed."

Celestia laughed again, tossing her wet towel at Luna before walking out the door.

"I will see the three of you tomorrow. Good night, Luna, Maximus, Crystal."

"Sleep well, Tia!" Luna called before turning to Max.

"Any plans this night, stallion of mine?"

Max nodded, looking Crystal over with a smile.

"I've got one or two, yea."

Max grinned as Luna ate out the smaller mare, Crystal's rear raised high in the air with her tail falling down over her back. The younger shape shifter was moaning loudly, obviously enjoying the attention but there was a fear in her thoughts. A fear that had to do with what Max had said at the start.

He'd forbid her from peaking.

Luna had been enjoying teasing Crystal for a good three minutes now, enjoying every squirm and moan as the changeling mare desperately fought for that peak she was physically incapable of reaching.

Tapping Luna's back he took over, writhing his tongue around inside the smaller shape shifter and making certain she was ready. Boy was she ever. Max mounted her, lining himself up and sliding into the mare easily. She was soaked, her entire body trembling with anticipation but she wouldn't ask him to release her, she wasn't able to. His word was law after all. He sighed, feeling the soaked canal gripping and twisting around his shaft with no help from him. She wanted the stimulation, she pushed against him and moaned. She shivered and buzzed her wings as best she could, doing anything to add to her own pleasure.

"Stop buzzing."

Instantly the mare's wings stopped, her body locking up as his orders registered. Nodding in satisfaction he began to thrust into her, listening to every wet squelch his entry brought forth from her depths.

"How bad do you want it, Cryssie?" He whispered. "How badly do you want your reward?"

Her only answer was a moan, her tone changing with every impact into her sensitive nethers. Max began nibbling her neck, able to watch every muscle tense through his connection to the mare. He knew where she was, knew just how far over the line she was. He continued to thrust, moving himself and watching for the usual reactions. A clench of her belly, an arch of her back. She was going mad with pleasure, but she couldn't peak. Not until he said so.

For another minute this continued, Crystal's mind screaming for release. Max grunted, thrusting as deeply into her body as he could manage as his own orgasm arrived.

'Cum.'

Crystal gave a muffled scream into the bed, her body convulsing with the overpowering orgasm that had been held back through her connection to the hive. All the pleasurable build-up, all of the dirty talk and anticipation suddenly crashing down on her mind in one large wave of satisfaction that mixed with the sensation of emotion being poured into her womb.

Max felt another pulse from his dick as the changeling underneath him shuddered again, her pussy gripping him and holding on as if her life depended on it. She shivered, her aftershocks slowly lessening as his own spurts of seed diminished. With one last shuddering breath, Crystal blacked out.

"Damn," Max whispered, still unable to extract himself from her body. "That was, I'm not sure. Intense, but I, I need to speak to, wow.'

With a wet plop his dick came free, the sub queen's nethers still clenching rhythmically and squirting a bit of excess semen from her body. Luna was instantly on him, pressing him onto his back as she took the position of dominance and began to nibble on his own neck. He chuckled, relaxing into her care as she ran her tongue along the creases of his neck plates.

"Crystal is well?" Luna asked, kissing the underside of his jaw before moving back down to his neck.

"I don't know. She's not answering through the link," he puffed. "Ha, I think she's out cold."

"I shall speak to her as well. Perhaps she will speak freely to me, since I am not part of the link."

"It may also be because she's, ah god, reverted to before our link," Max said, gasping as Luna ground against his reawakening member. "Remember how she, was before?"

"I do," Luna panted, her eyes closed in concentration. "I, you think she has returned to that?"

Max closed his eyes in bliss, a soft and warm aura massaging his inner belly right over his testicles. He felt the quivering muscles of the flock alpha mare's sex slowly taking him as Luna pushed back onto him, felt her warmth pulling him deeper.

"Oh that's so much better than just watching. Not that I didn't enjoy watching you turn our little beta into a shaking mess of pleasure, but I have needs of my own."

"No complaints here," Max mumbled, letting Luna have her way with him. She shifted, grinding herself against him and smearing his chitin with her arousal. Her sex clenched, pulling at him and tightening seemingly at random. She moaned, leaning down to kiss him on the neck as she started to rock against his shaft.

"Oh stars, I missed this. We've been spending so much time with Tia, I've not...oh sun and stars. We're taking a day to ourselves. After the two of you settle this hive matter, I'm going to lock the door and none of us shall leave this room," Luna muttered, her eyes closed as she radiated pleasure and lust.

Max grinned as she continued to ride him, the alicorn oblivious to the world. He flashed his horn and squeezed the base of her wings, eliciting a whinny of shock as her sex clamped down on him. Luna blinked in confusion a few times before looking down at him, only to see him flash with green fire. Then the lunar mare's mouth hung open in shocked bliss.

Max had changed himself, inflating his dick slightly while adding protrusions at nearly every sensitive point of Luna's vaginal wall. With every shift of her weight, the pleasure shooting up her spine intensified, causing her to shiver.

"T-that's new," she mumbled, beginning to rock back and forth with a small bit of drool on her chin.

Max just nodded, watching Luna as she picked up her pace. She started flapping her wings, adding just a little more force to her movements. She started snorting, blowing hot air out of her nostrils as her instincts to mate became irresistible. She slammed against his hips, her ears perking slightly with every wet impact as she worked herself to climax.

As she reached her peak, she slammed down on him one last time, grinding against him even as her pussy quivered around him, the pulsing muscles gripping his altered rod and sending her even higher. She let herself fall to his barrel, pulling him tightly against her as she came, attempting to force him as deep inside of her body as she could. She felt him climaxing as well, felt the warm bliss of his emotion-laden seed pouring into her depths. What little hunger she still had from dinner faded, the magic being pulled into her body even as she shuddered in pleasure.

"There's, no better way to restore my magic," she giggled drunkenly, running her tongue lovingly along his neck. "Take care of Crystal tomorrow. She has never been in this situation before and she is scared."

"I know," he answered, shifting Luna to the side and pulling Crystal's limp form between them with his magic. "She's trusting us. Can't let that go unrewarded."

Luna and Max both wrapped themselves around Crystal, pulling the blankets over them as they settled in for a good night's sleep. Max smiled as he watched Luna settle her head over her beta's neck. Crystal was likely the safest changeling queen on the planet right now, and he'd hate himself if he ended up hurting her in some way. He'd have to be careful, and remember that he couldn't' really trust her word at this point. She was his, mind and body.

The scariest part of his newest discoveries though was that the connection existed in such a form at all. Could a queen do this to him?

Max pulled Crystal a little closer, praying he never had to find out.

Author's Notes:

I've actually put some time into learning how to forge things, how to make a forge, looked up videos, played a modded version of minecraft, the works and I think I want to try some smelting and forging of my own. It's dangerous, yea, but I can't think of anything more amazing than being able to pull this off. I've got plenty of soda cans XD