“Did you need something Mom?” Spike asked hesitantly, giving his mother an odd look.

Twilight shook her head. “It's nothing. I just need to check up on a few things for the book repairs.”

Spike nodded knowingly. “Ahh, well it won't be much longer before I can lock up the library if you want to start working without me.”

“You wouldn't mind?” Twilight asked hesitantly, looking out over the library and the few patrons still lingering within, unperturbed by the lateness of the hour and the fact the sun was getting low in the sky.

“Nah, you go on ahead.” Spike placed his hands on his hips and smiled. “I can handle the last returns and making sure Lyra doesn't drool on the books.”

“That was one time!” A voice yelled indignantly from across the room.

Twilight chuckled. “Thanks Spike.”

The dragon smiled proudly, watching as his mother turned and walked across the room, disappearing around the bend. Leaving him with the task of looking after the small pile of books that still needed to be checked in. “Alright, let's get this done.” He muttered to himself.

Across the library Twilight trotted slowly up to the door, her emotional senses wide open, attempting to discern if she was being followed. Finding no hint of emotion, the changeling hybrid pressed her hoof against the door, an act that would be seem benign to anyone who didn't have knowledge of the spells interwoven within the wooden portal. A soft green glow encapsulated the mare’s hoof, before flashing once and disappearing, signalling that the spell had completed properly.

With her identity established, the mare turned to the handle and lit her horn, twisting the knob with not only her magic but her hoof as well. The combination ensured the second and third level of warding systems established that she was indeed the being the first ward set identified her as. Now that all magical defences within the door itself were turned off, she opened the door and cast one last glance over her shoulder.

Finding no one, the mare sighed and slipped quickly through the door, closing and locking the wooden portal behind her in a single swift motion. Bolts slid into place and after a brief hum, the wards reactivated, ready to defend against anyone not authorized to be there.

The room itself appeared exactly as it had been on the day she had converted Spike over a week ago, with most of the changes lying just below the surface. Most obvious was the improved lighting, and the extra boxes littered about. The first of which acted as another layer of defence, illuminating those wearing disguises either magical or otherwise while the latter simply existed to help cover the fact that they were spending so much time down here. As the boxes were filled with damaged books Twilight had generously offered to fix for other libraries in the area.

Now that she thought about it was kind of nice that she was able to do that for the other libraries as the system itself was criminally under staffed. A thought that made Twilight instantly vow to ensure that no such thing ever occurred in her hive, something she found strangely nice to think about.

Her hive. It would be hers and only hers, though connected to her mother’s it didn't fall directly under the old queen’s control.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, wincing as a rumble in her guts made her stop and bring a hoof up to her stomach. The changeling hissed, bitterly holding back the strange urges that came with her newfound queenhood. “Just a little bit longer.” She whispered, willing the urges to recede for the moment, allowing her to think clearly.

With a shake of her head the mare walked over to the centre of the room where the hole once yawned wide and imposing and where a rug sat now. It was a little cliche now that she thought about it, but there was something about hiding a trap door under a simple rug that made her inner child strangely happy.

Tossing the rug aside, the changeling lit her horn and pushed her magic into the floor, interfacing with the numerous spells that perfectly replicated the wooden floor. Only to stop and look around the room, realizing she had forgotten something.

“Remember the checklist Twilight.” She reminded herself.

Grabbing ahold of the light switch she flicked it up and down several times before the light suddenly shone a bright pink, bathing the room in eerie light. A quick glance around the room told her there were no invisible assailants, or other spells meant to eavesdrop on her.

Now free of the worry that any other eyes were on her, she discarded her disguise, revealing her now slightly taller, more insectoid form. Her horn had grown slightly longer, her legs slightly more slender and her entire body had gained a distinct almost svette nature that reminded Twilight of a queen in her prime. Still a long way to go. She thought to herself. After giving her body a quick once over, the queen looked down and pushed her magic into the floor, dissolving the fake wood and revealing a hole that went straight down thirty or so feet.

Flexing her wings, the changeling hybrid took to the air, descending down the shaft while taking the time to check on her many traps. With her considerable knowledge of all manner of spells, the queen easily spotted the many shock, ice and fire wards that littered the walls, intermingled with more mundane traps that would release everything from poison gas to simple darts. Though she initially had assumed this method of mass trap deployment was a foolish one, a glance into her mother’s mind told her just how useful it could be.

The shear amount of the spells and defences made all but the most determined attacker stop and wonder if it was truly worth the risk. This inadvertently gave the defending changelings enough time to either shore up their defences or escape through any backup tunnels.

Descending straight down, the changeling didn't even blink as she passed through several feet of magical darkness before emerging into a massive round room, at the centre of which was a slight divot. The divot itself was cover for a pit trap that would be a few feet below that, which would open if anyone landed on it with enough force.

Above the divot the room opened up into a large domed area, one that opened into six tunnels, some of which went mere feet while other stretched on into the darkness. The entire room was Twilight’s design and was meant to create a choke point that would disorient any attackers and force them to defend themselves from all side simultaneously.

Down here the simple dirt and root walls gave way to lightly reinforced changeling resin infused walls that held the whole place together. It was a simple, haphazard stop gap measure for a problem that couldn't truly be remedied until they had the time and resources to truly make the hive more than just a hole in the ground. Twilight sighed, and wondered how long it would take until they had enough changelings and resources to make this a place she could truly be proud of.

With a frown on her lips the mare walked down one of the hallways at random, making notes on prospective additions and where they could make improvements. As she walked she passed by a primitive barracks, that was little more than a large empty dirt room that was just big enough to house just over a dozen changelings. Next was a throne room, which again was little more than a dirt room, save for the fact that this one had a small throne of dirt and resin Spike had made when he had noticed how down in the dumps Twilight had gotten.

Twilight chuckled, walking up to the ‘throne’ and running a hoof over the black and green high backed chair. She was pretty sure if she sat in it would simply fall apart under her weight, yet still it was kind of nice, if a little simple.

Shaking her head, the changeling hybrid walked out of the throne room and towards the last room in the hallway, the love room. This one was larger than the rest, and had several deep holes that had a thick layer of resin covering their sides. In the corner was a small workbench and a couple of glass containers filled with strange liquids. The mare made her way around one of the empty three foot wide pits and towards the work bench, picking each container up in turn and using her new changeling senses to determine if the love stored within was still good.

Sure enough, her mother’s knowledge paid off once more, as the love had kept perfectly, not losing a single ounce of it's potency. Though the changeling was tempted to partake of the liquid love, she was still full from a long day of helping the public and visiting with her friends. Putting the jar aside the mare grabbed the smallest of the jars, one that held a viscous green substance that was far different from the pinkish ones that filled the rest of the jars.

This one was different, and was made with changelign essence, concentrated love, and a number of herbs that her mother had told her about. The true purpose of this concoction was to quickly convert a pony into a changeling, and though Twilight hoped she didn't have to use it, she was nonetheless in the middle of an experiment to miniaturize it, enabling her to possibly convert a pony without them even knowing. Or even an entire town if she was able to make it into an aerosol.

Just thinking about it put a bad taste in the pony turned changeling’s mouth but her logical side forced her to admit that it was a good idea, one that would ensure she would be able to bring anypony to her side. She set the jar down, pushing the uncomfortable implications of the substance aside for now and focusing on the love pits, only one of which was even partially full. Gazing down into the hole Twilight noted the way the pinkish green slurry shifted and moved as if it had a mind of it's own.

The queen widened her stance and positioned her mouth over the midway point of the pit, her stomach already churning on command. After a second of gagging, bright pink liquid began to pour from the queen’s mouth, joining the rest of the liquid love deep in the hole. After she felt her emotional reserves empty to a comfortable halfway point the queen closed her mouth and swallowed hard, stopping the process and gulping down the last of the love that had nearly been expelled.

Wiping her lips, the queen realized that she wasn't even grossed out by the act any more and only a month and a half ago the sight of just liquid love would have disgusted her to no end, but now it brought on a distinct feeling of pride and accomplishment. With only two members of her hive she had built up a supply of love that would last her and Spike for months if needed, assuming they didn't add any new members of course.

The queen sighed and forced herself to look away, walking to the exit only to stop and look back, a deep sense of despair suddenly filling her. Shocked by the sudden mood swing Twilight stared down at her hoof. “What is going on?” She muttered aloud.

“Just because none of these rooms have truly earned the title they now carry doesn't mean that will always be true.” She whispered to herself, looked up at the room and imaging it was filled with buzzing changelings going from pit to pit, taking from one and placing in another like she had seen in her mother’s memories. “One day.” The queen whispered to no one in particular.

With a shake of her head, she moved from the door only to stop when a sudden shift in her midsection made her stop and clutch desperately at her torso. The feeling of something moving within her was as distinct as it was unpleasant and the former pony nearly gagged at the sensation.

“Walk it off Twilight. Walk it off.” She whispered to herself, forcing one hoof in front of the other, walking back into the main area and looking up, her nose suddenly flaring as it filled with a distinctly pleasant aroma.

A second later the buzzing form of a now winged Spike descended down the hole, making Twilight’s knees nearly buckle, the feeling of her guts moving around without her consent returning with a vengeance. Her nose told her there was an able male in range, one that would be able to fertilize the abundance of eggs now resting inside her, just waiting to be inseminated.

“Are you alright?” Spike asked nervously, looking up at his queen in concern.

He had grown taller over the past week, but was now more used to walking on four legs, meaning despite his growth spurt he still came up to the same point on Twilight’s shoulder. Though he had gained a little height and bulk, he didn't seem to fill out that much, his body becoming an odd mix of masculine and feminine features.

His legs were longer, more shapely, and accentuated his hips, while his clawed hands had grown slightly larger, enabling him to dig easier. The new wings sprouted out of large black scales on his back which were just big enough to hide the limbs when not in use. They were also an odd mix of insectoid and draconic features, with the wings themselves looking like normal dragon wings at first glance, only for the viewer to realize they could look straight through his translucent wings. Those black scales also now covered his hands and feet and extended partially up his legs, making it appear as though his limbs were at least partially covered in black chitin. His face had changed along with the rest of him, growing more narrow, while his spines gained a more slicked back appearance. Though perhaps most striking of all was his teeth that had grown longer, and poked out from the sides of his lips, and his eyes which had gained a slight tinge of purple to them.

Twilight couldn't help but feel a sense of pride well inside her while she looked down at the first true member of her hive. Her heart swelled, and she very nearly missed the odd expression that crossed her son’s face.

“Mom, are you alright? Your spacing out on me again.” Spike commented, leaning a little closer and eying the queen cautiously.

“I’m fine.” Twilight shook her head. “Just a little tired is all. We’ve been so busy building the hive it feels like I haven't gotten any sleep in over a week.”

“Well it's up to you. We could take a break tonight.” He mentioned. “Oh and the library is all closed up for the night and you will be happy to know that all the returns are done and Lyra didn't drool on anymore books.”

Twilight chuckled. “That's great to hear, and not just because I didn't want to have to clean anymore spit off the library books.”

“So what's the plan tonight mom?” Spike asked, looking around the room. “Plenty of rooms that still need digging, if your feeling up to it.”

Twilight shook her head. “Let's pause and think about this for a bit. Is there anything coming up on my schedule for the next few days?”

Spike’s hand glowed a deep emerald green, and a second later a checklist popped into existence, and was subsequently unrolled. Looking down the list, Spike shook his head. “Nothing serious. There is another guard rotation coming up next week, but that looks like the only big thing of note.”

“That's not an issue. They like to think they are being random but I’ve noticed an underlying theme to their movements that should allow us to travel without worrying about potentially being caught.” The queen tapped her chin thoughtfully, staring off into the distance. “Perhaps we should take some time before that happens to practice your disguises.”

“Hey my disguises are great.” Spike winced, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “If I’m disguising as my former self, or another dragon my size or smaller.”

Twilight shook her head. “You need to be able to disguise as anyone. Like this.”

The changeling queen vanished in a swirl of green fire, replaced by the tall, imposing figure of princess Celestia, who smirked, before being in turn replaced by the grinning form of Garble. “You need to learn how to disguise as beings both shorter and taller then you. It's important to both your development, and your ability to stay hidden.”

“Okay okay, but would you stop posing as him? It's a little creepy.” Spike remarked, sticking out his tongue.

Garble chuckled, disappearing and being replaced by a grinning half changeling who placed a hoof on Spike’s shoulder. “It's important that my number two has the skills he needs to survive. I don't even want to imagine what it would be like having to go on without you.”

The dragon hybrid gripped Twilight’s hoof in his hand, squeezing it gently. “Don't worry Twilight, I would never abandon you.”

“I know, but that doesn't mean I wont worry about you possibly getting caught. Or worse.” Twilight sighed, pulling back her hoof only to stop as another rumble from her midsection drew her attention.

“Are you alright?” Spike asked hesitantly, watching closely as his mother’s face twisted into a mask of confusion and annoyance. “Is something wrong? Should I contact Chrysalis?”

“N-no.” Twilight gulped, forcing down the urges that threatened to rise within her. “I’m fine, it's just some queen stuff.”

“Like what?” His eyes lit up. “Can I help?”

A gentle hoof held the eager dragon hybrid at bay. “You can start by telling me what else is on the schedule. I need to know every detail.”

Spike frowned, but reluctantly pulled out the list once more. “You have a couple of lunch dates with friends, but I’m sure you remember those.”

“Tuesday with Rarity at the new cafe down the road. Friday is dinner with Applejack and her family as thanks for helping with their taxes.” Twilight nodded. “Right?”

“Right. Other then that you just have that thing with Fluttershy tomorrow, everything else is just planning for the hive and grocery shopping, which I’ll probably end up handling anyway.”

“Wait, what was that last one?”

Spike raised an eyebrow. “Do you mean the thing with Fluttershy?” He asked.

“Yeah. What was that about again? All I remember is that I was helping her with something.” She winced. “Sorry about this Spike. Chrysalis mentioned memory troubles might be a side effect of becoming a full queen after starting my hive in earnest.”

The dragon shrugged. “No biggie boss lady. You just had a couple hours booked off early in the day to help give shots to Fluttershy’s new animals and manage their immunization records.”

“That's right.” Twilight slapped a hoof against her forehead. “That shelter got shut down due to poor funding.” She frowned. “That is going to be quite the headache. I hope Fluttershy has a handle on all those new animals, because I do not want to deal with that much negativity in the air if she can't.”

“Your telling me.” Spike shrugged. “Still, she's an expert so it shouldn't be too big of a deal, right?”

Twilight shook her head. “I don't think so. She's done stuff like this a few times already. You'd think that means she has a handle on situations like this one.”

Spike nodded. “Speaking of Fluttershy. You haven't thought of well you know?”

“I….” Twilight paused, her thoughts lingering on the butter pegasus, considering the implications that such an act would bring. Sure the mare would make for a great nurse or breeder, but Twilight wasn't wholly sure if she wanted to give up that part of her old self even if the rewards would be considerable.

She was about to dismiss Spike’s question outright but another shift from deep within her made her stop and wince, once more grabbing her abdomen as her body reminded her of how ready it had become. “Okay now I now your not okay.” Spike commented. “What should I grab? The first aid, love, or-”

Twilight raised a hoof. “No it's not that it's-” the fact that my body is begging to let you inseminate my first round of drones. “Nothing. Just queen stuff.”

“Really? Cus your making that face when your really horny but you’ve convinced yourself you shouldn't do it.” Spike chuckled, pointing a claw at Twilight’s right eye that was now twitching madly. “Yeah! Like that!”

“Augh. I do not want to-” Twilight stopped, slapped a hoof against her eyebrow and held it in place. “I do not want to do it.”

“Really?” Spike asked incredulously. “Because that is literally what you say every time you get all hot and bothered and want to deny it.”

“Name one time I did that.” Twilight shot back.

Spike paused, placing a claw against his chin. “Oh, how about two days ago when you went without fucking me for several days since we got so busy?” He giggled. “You were so pent up I didn't think you'd ever stop railing my ass!”

Twilight could already feel her ovipositor desperately wanting to emerge from her body but she knew that ultimately ultimately help with this particular kind of urge. “Fine. Your right, kind of.”

“Kind of?” Spike blinked, leaning to his right and peaking beneath Twilight’s legs. “Huh, would you look at that, ovi hasn't come out to play. So, what do you mean then?”

“It means I want to use my other set of well…” She blushed. “Genitalia.”

The dragon blinked several more times, only now realizing what the mare was hinting at. “Oh wow. What brought this on? Ever since you got that thing of yours you've spent a lot of time using it.” He winked. “And my holes.”

The changeling hybrid blushed a little harder, already feeling the thin trail of lubricant leaking down the insides of her legs. “I have, well…” The changeling gulped, gathering the courage necessary to cross another line she didn't think she would ever have the courage to do so. “I have some eggs I need fertilized. A whole clutch of drones in fact.”

The dragon hybrid stumbled a step back, looking up at Twilight in shock. “Wow. And you want me to…”

Twilight nodded weakly. “Your the only compatible male around and I don't want to bother mother and ask for a breeder for just for one time…” The mare’s words trailed off as she awkwardly tapped the floor, staring down into Spike’s stunned eyes.

Eyes that ran the gamut from shocked to thrilled. “That's great! That means I won't be the only one digging down here!”

“Spike! This is serious! It's a huge step.” Twilight exclaimed, pointing to her midsection. “I’ll be giving birth sort of.”

“Sort of?” Spike asked. “Are you or aren't you?”

“I will. It's just true drones like the ones I have inside me will actually do most of the growing outside my body. In fact they only stay inside me for several hours.” Twilight sighed. “It's due to the queen having to keep a low profile because they are early on in their life span, meaning they can't afford to take a specialized drone to full term. Both because their love reserves aren't likely to be that built up, and the fact that such a thing would likely break their cover.”

“That makes sense.” Spike shrugged. “So what's the big deal?”

“The hive isn't ready.” Twilight gestured to the room they were standing in. “Nothing is done, and we don't have a nurse to look after the drones. I know they don't need much attention but they still need someone there day and night and we just can't do that with the two of us.”

“Again, so?” Spike asked incredulously. “From what I’m gathering from Chrysalis’ memories, the eggs take an entire week of just growing before finally hatching. Even if you laid them tonight it would just mean we had like six days to find a nurse.” He sat down in his butt, crossing his arms over his chest. “Worse case scenario you call grandma and get a spare nurse from her in a few days if we can't find or make our own.”

“Still…” Twilight sighed. “They would have changeling, dragon, pony and more specifically unicorn dna. They wouldn't be a normal bunch of drones and I fear that mother’s brood is a little too old fashioned to raise them properly.”

“So what? You need to get those eggs out of you, and soon, plus we need both a nurse, and more drones.” The dragon leapt back onto all fours. “So you lay those eggs tonight and plan to find a suitable nurse by the end of the week. Easy peasy.”

Twilight blinked. “Wow, you sure picked up on all of this quickly.”

“Of course!” Spike proclaimed proudly. “It's important to the future, plus I think having our brains connected has made you rub off on me a little.”

The unicorn changeling chuckled, pulling the dragon into a tight hug. “Well either way I’m proud of you.”

Spike smiled, hugging his mother back, and merely enjoying her company for a few seconds before reluctantly pushing her away. “So. What's the plan?”

“I do feel a little better about this…” Twilight remarked.

Spike leaned in, a wide smile growing across his features. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

Twilight giggled at her son’s expression and delivering a firm boop to his nose. “Yes, I suppose it does mean exactly that.”

“Ohmygosh.” He stopped and looked around, a frown crossing his face. “Wait, this isn't a good place for this!” He stepped back, gesturing to the empty, dirt and resin room. “I mean, look at this place.”

“It really doesn't-” Twilight began.

“Oh no, this won't do at all. Should we go back to our room? It would be much more comfortable then here.” Spike asked worriedly, already turning away.

Twilight grabbed his shoulder and chuckled. “Don't worry about it Spike. Right here is just fine.”

“Are you sure? I don't want to make things uncomfortable for the first time that we uh… do it.” Spike commented while scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It's okay Spike.” She smiled, pulling him close. “Were changelings and I don't think I can go another minute without getting knocked up.” Her stomach rumbled audibly. “My body really needs this.”

“Are you sure? I mean it's just dirt down here, I haven't even had the chance to resin the floors yet.” Spike added, giving the dirt floor a kick for emphasis.

“Trust me Spike. If I have to wait another minute I think I might explode.” Twilight chuckled. “Plus it will be a few hours before the eggs are ready to come, giving you plenty of time to bring down that spare bed just in case we need to do this all over again soon.”

The dragon sighed, visibly relaxing. “Well alright so um, how should we uh, do this?” Spike asked. “Because usually you just slide into my ass or mouth and I can't really do that with you.”

The queen chuckled. “Lay on your back and let me handle everything my little dragon.”

Spike’s cheeks grew bright red and he quickly saluted. “Yes ma’am.” With that, the dragon rolled onto his back, his wings slipping back under his scales and vanishing completely.

Twilight paused for a moment, looking down at the blushing dragon changeling hybrid presenting himself for the world to see. His soft underbelly was a slightly lighter color than the rest of his scales, and he looked almost helpless in this position. A sudden sense of dominance nearly overwhelmed the changeling, and a wide grin sprung across her face, pushing out any lingering feelings of doubt that clung to her mind.

Sure she had frequently had sex with Spike over the last few weeks, the changeling eagerly using her new ovipositor to thoroughly plumb the depths of the young dragon’s holes. This, however, was different than all those other times. Now she was having a different kind of sex with the dragon, a kind of sex that would end up with their children growing inside her. Though it would only be for a few hours before she eventually lay the half developed eggs, it was still a line in their relationship Twilight had never considered crossing until now.

It seemed like that was happening a lot recently, especially when it came to her former assistant turned son.

Giving her head a shake the changeling moved forward and leaned close to the dragon’s lips and giving him a small kiss. “Relax.” She commanded, running a hoof down the dragon’s stomach and smiling as he shivered in anticipation.

“Yes mother.” The dragon replied dutifully, doing his best to follow the order, only to be largely unsuccessful in subduing his pounding heart.

Twilight could sense this within him, but could only sigh. “Now your making me nervous.”

Spike gulped. “S-sorry.”

The queen shook her head. “Don't worry about it my dear. Just lay back and let me take care of everything.”

The queen pressed a firm hoof against the dragon’s chest and he found himself once more helpless and on the ground. The power firmly transferred to his mother who now stood over him, her bulk covering nearly the entirety of his body and drawing a shiver of excitement from the dragon hybrid. Something Twilight couldn't help but notice, and further drive home by pressing her lips against his, using enough force to push the back of his head against the dirt.

With a hoof still pressed against his chest the changeling queen kissed Spike hard, pushing herself forward insistently, her tongue slipping into his mouth. The feeling of Spike’s pleasure was so potent that Twilight could feel a sliver of that shared pleasure through the link they shared, giving her a glimpse into just how much the dragon enjoyed the feeling of submission that came with the passionate act. Combined with the feeling of control and domination that came from her own mind and Twilight was awash in a bevy of strange and conflicting emotions.

Pulling back, Twilight released the hold she had on Spike’s lips, retracting her tongue from his mouth. She smirked, watching as Spike still leaned forward, following Twilight’s lips, desperate to feel more, only to find that he could not follow her for long. Opening his eyes, he frowned, his body wiggling as he barely contained his disappointment. “Why did you stop?” He whispered.

“Because I have to get you ready to go first.” She winked. “Don't worry, I will be back shortly to put you back in your place.”

Another shiver ran down the dragon’s body and he bit his lip and watched as Twilight turned her body around, and then traveled down his body, trailing kisses as she went. His anticipation built and built until finally she reached the spot in his midsection where his scales were pushed apart, revealing the purple heads of his twin cocks.

“Daww they are soo cute.” Twilight remarked with a giggle.

Spike crossed his arms over his chest, pouting fiercely. “C'mon Twilight, they aren't even hard yet. Give me a chance here.”

“Oh alright alright.” The changeling chuckled, leaning down and planting a kiss on each of the dragon hybrid’s cocks in turn. “Come on out you two, mommy has a job for you.”

Spike barely held back a groan, not so secretly turned on by the degrading way she spoke to him. Shaking his head, the dragon looked up, to where Twilight’s back end sat mere inches away from his lips, her pussy dripping a soft trickle of green pre down her chitin clad legs. Licking his lips the dragon ran a finger along the mare’s leg, scooping up a good dollop of the liquid before popping the finger into his mouth.

“Wow.” He muttered, surprised by just how good it tasted.

It wasn't anywhere near as good as concentrated love, but it certainly tasted like something similar. The way it danced across his tongue, tickling his taste buds and activating his emotional senses reminded him a lot of when he consumed lust not directed at him but someone near him. It also had a sort of hidden sweetness to it that he didn't initially detect, leaving him longing for more of the delicious nectar.

“Oh, is someone eager to help mommy out?” Twilight asked, looking over her shoulder at a guilty looking Spike. “Don't be shy now, go ahead and give me a taste. If you do a good job I may even add it to your list of daily duties.”

Spike’s face lit up. “R-really?”

“Yes. So you better do a good job.” Twilight giggled, turning back down to the dragon’s cocks and nearly missing the sudden, intense look in her son’s eye.

An intense look that morphed into an equally intense act, one that saw him completely bent on doing the best job he possibly could. Though inexperienced, he had overheard a rather personal conversation that Lyra and Bon Bon had, though even then he wasn't sure if such an accidental anatomy class would even apply to a changeling. With a shrug of his shoulders the dragon leaned forward, ready to dive right in and get some practical learning direct from the source.

Twilight meanwhile was busy applying as much attention to Spike’s twin pricks as possible, kissing each in turn before stopping and giving both a long lick of her equally as long tongue. That was until she felt Spike’s lips press against her nether lips, his tongue sliding deep inside her. Then she stopped, shocked by the sudden surge of pleasure that coursed through her, leaving her sitting there shuddering, her tongue pressed against Spike’s shaft, an expression of pure joy plastered on her face.

The feeling was a strange one, as she hadn't experimented much with her female parts since the transformation, too caught up in exploring the worlds of pleasure that her new maleness enabled her to feel whenever she ruthlessly fucked one of Spike’s holes. After the pleasure that came from Spike’s tongue began to recede she began to regret this focus on that part of her anatomy though, and she made a note of keeping Spike’s face firmly between her legs much, much more often.

With the pleasure receding from focus she again focused on her lover’s own anatomy, sliding the heads of his cocks into her mouth and giving them both a long suck. Though they were relatively small, they were still growing and with each beat of the dragon’s heart Twilight could feel the organs become larger still. She began to wonder just how big they would get once Spike finally grew into his new form and his changeling dna fully integrated with his own draconic dna.

It was a question for a more sober minded Twilight and not one that currently had a mouthful of dragon dick to contend with.

Behind her, Spike was getting down to work, putting what little he knew about this aspect of female anatomy to the test. First he attempted to find what he heard referred to as the clitoris, which was surprisingly difficult, as even his long, draconic tongue seemed unable to fully explore the mare’s folds. He didn't have much of a frame of reference when it came to this aspect of the opposite gender’s anatomy but even then he knew things were different. First thing he found was what he assumed was the secondary opening from which Twilight’s ovipositor would retract from, earning him a sudden shiver of pleasure for his efforts.

He continued deeper, surprised by just how long his tongue had grown over the past week.

Above him, he could hear Twilight’s moans grow louder the deeper he went, the mare seemingly as surprised as he was by his tongue’s length. Her flanks shook, her breath came in short gasps, while through it all, she never wavered in her attention to Spike’s erections. With a smirk on his face Spike really pushed himself, pressing his lips harder against Twilight’s dripping slit, his tongue extending as far as possible into the changeling’s pussy.

Twilight, who was busily attending to bluey, which was Spike’s cock that had a slightly more bluish tinge to it compared to it's twin, was surprised by the sudden sensation, her entire body suddenly locking up as she felt Spike’s tongue extend deep into her body. Her hooves shook, her own tongue fell from her lips, and her wings buzzed audibly, flapping randomly as her nerves were suddenly alight with activity.

The dragon grinned through his mother’s pussy, not wasting even a moment as he eagerly got to work, licking up and down nearly the entire length of the mare’s cunt, slurping up the delicious juices within. His mouth was quickly filled with the stuff and he eagerly gulped it down, hungry for more. Over and over he dove down, eagerly working away at the mare’s folds with the intensity of a dragon dying of thirst.

With an audible pop Twilight was forced to abandon the attention she was giving bluey, and instead focus entirely on merely staying vertical. Her back legs quaked and the moan already on her lips rose a few octaves when the dragon’s tongue strayed across a particularly good spot. After a few seconds she suddenly remembered why she was here, and after pushing through the pleasure, turned her attention once more down to the dragon’s erections.

Which now stood tall and proud against the scaled being’s stomach, coming in at what she assumed was a good seven inches. They weren't terribly long, not quite the length of a full grown stallion, but they were thick, with a single thick knot at the base of each cock. The sight made Twilight’s mouth water and her pussy ache to be filled, the eggs inside her a heavy and present reminder of the need that seemed to fill her very bones. She wanted to end it here, to simply turn around and impale herself on Spike’s hard cocks, but she felt the need to at least give him a sliver of the same pleasure she had already gained from his own tender ministrations.

And so with a determined grin on her lips the queen gripped Spike’s cocks in her magic and opened her mouth wide, while trying not to think of how strange it must look to see her jaw opening that wide. Pushing that thought from her mind the mare leaned forward, her lips pressing against his shafts and caressing his aching lengths as they slipped deeper into her mouth. She didn't even hesitate as she felt the twin heads of his cocks slip past the back of her mouth and slide down her throat.

Spike was just as surprised as Twilight was, and he assumed she had lost her gag reflex when she became a changeling, which made sense considering they didn't actually consume much hard foods while in their natural form. Nevermind the entire process that saw them regurgitating love, but he didn't want to think about that while he was tonsil deep in his mom’s delicious pussy.

Not one to be outdone, Spike pushed forward, his claws gripping Twilight’s flanks tightly as he continued to lap away at the mare’s inner folds. Twilight wasn't done yet though, and in seconds her lips pressed against the base of Spike’s cocks, his knots threatening to slip into her mouth. Though there was a part of her that wanted to try and do just that, she wasn't sure if her jaw could handle it, and instead she chose to simply suck his cocks as best as she knew how.

Together the two beings began to learn what each other wanted, their close mental connection enabling them to go back and forth with ease, adapting to each other in real time without a word being said. Thoughts themselves were unnecessary here as both changelings were able to use only their emotional senses to know what their partner liked and disliked. As such it didn't take long for both of them to near an orgasm, Spike’s tongue growing more dexterous than ever over a few minutes, while Twilight learned just how far her jaw could stretch.

Then, just when Spike was about to call out, and tell his mother that he was close to cumming, her lips suddenly vanished from his cocks, leaving him stunned and confused. Pulling back, Spike tugged his tongue free from Twilight’s depths, swallowing the last dregs of delicious juice that clung to it. “What's wrong?” He asked, his mind already concocting a thousand errors he may have accidentally made.

“Nothing, I just need you inside me. Right now.” Twilight all but demanded, a stern expression crossing her face.

Spike blinked, looking up at Twilight with wide eyes, unused to seeing such a domineering side of the queen. A side he rather enjoyed being the target of. “Yes ma’am.” He shot back quickly.

“Good.” The changeling smirked, turning her body around quickly and aligning the heads of Spike’s cocks with her pussy.

Then, just as she was about to plunge down, and take all of the dragon in one foul swoop, she hesitated. Twilight’s conscious mind suddenly remembering what Spike had said about the connection rubbing off on the other party. Chrysalis. Twilight thought suddenly, realizing too late the affect the old queen might have been having on her. With a sigh, she brushed such thoughts aside, choosing to think of them later, as despite her slight misgivings about the situation, she wasn't about to turn around now.

“Ready Spike?” Twilight asked in a more gentle tone.

Spike smiled, giving his mother a confident nod. “Yes ma’am. I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Very good.” Twilight smirked, allowing herself to feel the intense desire to dominate and control without in turn losing herself to it. “Just lay back, and relax.”

The queen placed a gentle hoof on Spike’s chest, pushing him firmly back to the ground and making his cock’s twitch in eager anticipation. The now familiar feeling of losing control of his very body returning in full force to the eager hybrid. Even the cold hard ground of their hive couldn't dissuade his lust and his eyes remained glued to the form of his mother as she gripped his cocks in her magic and began to slowly slip back, her hips moving ever so slowly towards their target.

Twilight wanted this, no, needed this, but there still remained a small part of herself that resisted, claiming this was a line she shouldn't cross. Annoyed by this sudden resurgence of doubt the queen mercilessly removed any such thoughts from her mind, focusing only on the utter joy she would no doubt feel when she was finally full of inseminated eggs.

“Yessss.” Twilight moaned, the dripping lips of her aching sex finally making contact with Spike’s twin erections.

Spike groaned in sympathy, feeling the queen’s control on the hive mind slip and give him a glimpse of the pleasure she felt in this moment. Though fleeting, there was a bizarre second where he felt both what he was experiencing, and what his mother was. Twilight was quick to clamp down control once more, and gave her head a quick shake, pushing off the last of the doubt and reclaiming control of the situation once more.

“Sorry about that Spike, now. Where were we?” Twilight smirked a fang filled smirk, relishing this moment before dominating the dragon in every sense of the word.

“I think you were about to become a mother all over again.” Spike shot back.

The queen grinned, images of her drones filling the hive, in turn filling her with joy. “Yess, that's right.” She sighed, slowly dragging the dripping lips of her pussy up and down the male’s shaft, teasing him just a little bit more and giving her time to align her body perfectly with the male’s cocks.

With her position perfect, and her doubt gone, the mare leaned down and planted one last kiss on the dragon’s lips. “I think I’ve teased you enough, get ready for the ride of your life.”

Spike could hardly contain his enthusiasm, nearly vibrating with excitement as he lay there, watching closely as his mother pushed back, the tips of his cocks slipping inside her. Together they moaned aloud, giving voice to their lust and filling the room with the sounds of their lovemaking. It was a deep, heavy sound, one that reminded the changeling queen of a sigh borne of a long day having finally ended.

On and on she pushed, his cocks sliding inside her with hardly any effort, her passage lubricated so thoroughly that he need not even help, merely allowing the mare to descend down his cocks with ease. Twilight’s passage easily swallowed the first few inches of cocks, only to slowly tighten up as time passed, her pussy being filled with more and more dragon dick until finally at nearly halfway down, she at last had to apply pressure. The queen’s body easily adapted to this new change, stretching and contracting around the dragon’s cocks, giving him the room he needed without becoming too loose.

Twilight gasped, feeling her cunt begin to fill almost completely by the time she neared the bottom of his cocks. She wasn't sure how, but it felt like her body was shapeshifting without her command, growing just wide enough to accept his lengths while perfectly wrapping around them. The small, logical part of the mare’s brain told her this was the nature of a changeling’s body, and reminded her that this would happen with every lover she took, both big, or small. That thought was filed away for later, as right now she was merely happy that she was able to give Spike all the pleasure he deserved.

The slow descent down his cocks had felt amazing, but it wasn't enough, she needed more, she needed to be filled, and to have her eggs inseminated. With a smirk on her lips the queen threw herself back, pushing nearly every last inch of the male’s dicks inside her. A wet squelch filled the air, and before Spike knew what was happening he felt the velvety caress of Twilight’s pussy around the entirety of his shafts.

A high pitched girly moan filled the air, as Spike was shocked by the sudden sensation. Though in hindsight he shouldn't have really been surprised, as Twilight had always slid her shaft into his now welcoming hole with such forcefulness before. His claws dug into the simple dirt floor, his body becoming rigid as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Twilight arched her back and moaned aloud, grinding her hips back and forth and pushing herself gently against the dragon’s knots. Each time they pushed inside her she slid backwards or forwards, ensuring they did not slip inside just yet. She was tempted, there was no doubt about that, but her logical side was present enough to remind that if she did allow his knots to fill her, fucking him would become considerably more difficult and she was not ready to stop just yet.

The queen bit her lip before surging forward, only to push herself back just as hard and just as fast. Leaving Spike shocked and confused as he felt his mother begin to ride him just as hard as she said she would. It was not the suddenness or intensity that surprised him but rather her expertise at the act. Her hips moved like a well oiled machine, slipping out just far enough that only the tips were left inside her before slamming back down, only realizing after the fourth thrust that her mind pressed heavily against his own and allowing her to feel what he felt.

She didn't want to feel everything he did, rather she wanted to gain the knowledge she needed to ride him as hard as she wanted, but the queen was perfectly aware that if she so desired she could piggyback his senses. The thought of feeling both sides of the pleasure was a tempting one, but she didn't want to get overwhelmed and accidentally mess something up, not while they were so close. She could feel the seed begin to churn inside the dragon’s internal testes, his body readying to fill her with all the cum she could ever desire.

Back and forth she went, fucking the poor dragon relentlessly, her hips becoming a blur as her body began to learn just how big Spike was. In no time at all the queen’s body became intimately familiar with her lover’s endowments, her pussy learning every bump and ridge that lined the male’s cocks. The sounds of their lust grew louder as well, growing in volume as Twilight’s pace accelerated, their voices becoming a strange choir of uncontainable joy.

Then, she felt it, the eggs inside her shifted, her body finishing the final preparations that would see her womb filled with potent seed and the first of her progeny to come into existence. Her heart pounded, her pussy contracted and her long, slender tongue fell from her open mouth, a deep moan already on her lips.

“I’m so close Spike.” She whispered huskily, never slowing for even a moment.

“Me too, Twilight!” Spike reached up, gripping her hips tightly. “Don't stop!”

Twilight’s hooves gripped the ground tighter, her pussy clamping down on his shafts and beginning to milk them desperately, her body doing everything it could to give it exactly what it needed. Dipping into Spike’s senses Twilight knew he wouldn't last much longer, and with one last thing to do before he filled her womb with sperm, she bit her lip, arched her back even more before throwing herself into one last thrust.

A thrust that would see every last inch of Spike’s dual cocks pushed inside her, filling her to the absolute limit and pushing her already stretched pussy as wide as possible. The feeling of his knots being suddenly swallowed by the squeezing, kneading depths of his mother’s warm and inviting pussy was the last straw. With claws gripping Twilight’s flanks tightly, Spike pushed himself upwards, desperate to give Twilight every last millimeter of dick he had to offer her.

“I’m cumming!” He cried, his entire body alight with pleasure as he felt his own orgasm arrive.

“Give it to me Spike!” Twilight cried, her hold on the hivemind weakening as she felt seed begin to shoot deep inside her.

So tenuous was the queen’s hold on the hive mind that for several strange and wonderful moments both beings felt everything that the other did. Their jaws hanging open as they realized the true depth of the joy the other felt in that moment of perfect connection. For a moment Spike knew what it felt like to have a pair of cocks rammed deep into his pussy, his womb accepting every last drop he had to offer. Twilight could also feel the pleasure of having her cocks squeezed by a powerful, almost demanding cunt, her balls emptying deep into the female’s body, her brood about to be growing inside her.

And then it was gone, and Twilight’s mind reaffirmed it's hold on the connection they shared, pushing both beings back into their own bodies. Relief flooded through the queen, but that feeling was muddied somewhat by just how good it had felt to experience the sensations of her lover. “Did you feel that too?” She asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” The dragon shuddered, his cocks continuing to twitch as the last of his cum erupted into Twilight’s now even more full womb. “That was crazy.”

“And amazing.” Twilight remarked.

Spike nodded. “Very much so.” The dragon shook his head slowly, his hands falling from Twilight’s flanks. “It almost made me a little jealous. To feel so completely full, so fulfilled. It was as if my very purpose in the world had just been realized.”

Twilight chuckled. “I didn't think about it like that but yeah, your totally right.”

Spike smiled, his cocks finally stopping their endless twitching, falling still for the first time in nearly a minute. “I’d ask if it was good for you but I think I already know.”

Twilight smiled gently, running a hoof down the male’s chest. “It was amazing. I wish I could experience it more.” The queen sighed. “Maybe one day. For now I guess I’ll just have to settle with fucking you as often as I can.”

The dragon rolled his eyes. “My holes, my cocks, my body, are yours my queen.”

“Your such a sweetheart.” Twilight planted a light kiss on the dragon’s nose. “Now as much as I would love to sit here for a few more minutes something tells me we are going to have to get moving if we are going to have a chance of making this room somewhat serviceable before the eggs start coming.”

Spike blinked, glancing down at the slight bulge in Twilight’s midsection and noting the way it seemed to pulse and grow another millimeter every few seconds. “Oh shit, yeah!”

Twilight chuckled, placing a hoof on the dragon’s shoulder. “Just stay still and try and calm down. I won't be able to pull out if you get all excited.”

“R-right.” Spike closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay. I think I’m ready.”

Twilight nodded, regripping the ground briefly before pushing herself up and straining to pull the dragon’s dual knots from the depths of her pussy. Her body didn't seem quite as ready as she was though and it was only after pushing a little magic in her horn was she able to make her cunt release the death grip it had on Spike’s cocks. With a sigh, Twilight felt the knots slip out of her, the emptiness they left her behind almost enough to make her slip right back down and push them back where they belong.

She resisted that urge, barely.

Now free from Spike’s thick knots, the queen slipped up the male’s cocks until finally she felt only the tips of his lengths still inside her. Readying her magic, Twilight was prepared to catch any seed that may slip past her depths, only to find there was none there. She blinked, pulling the last inch of Spike from inside her only to feel no rush of seed. A quick scan told her all she needed to know, once again reminding her the strangeness of her changeling anatomy.

“Wow mom. I can't believe you fit all that cum inside you.” Spike commented, noting that his cocks were almost completely dry.

“You and me both.” Twilight shook her head. “We better get moving though, it won't be long before these eggs are ready to come out and I am not delivering them all on the cold ground.”

“Right.” Spike slipped out from under her and stood up. “What's first?”

“First we get the bed, then-”

Twilight sighed and turned the page of her book, ignoring the rather intense look Spike was still giving her. As she continued to read, the dragon’s thoughts became more and more intrusive until finally she was forced to place her bookmark in the tome she was reading and set it aside. “What?” She asked him.

Spike blinked, looking down at the queen who was laying on her back, book resting against her now enormous stomach. “Uh nothing, was just gonna offer to fluff your pillow.” He replied nervously.

The queen shrugged and lifted her head. “Sure.”

Spike was quick to do just that, fluffing the pillow before setting back beneath his mother’s neck. “Your really relaxed about this entire thing.” He pointed out.

Twilight shrugged, barely giving her now massive stomach a single glance. “I think it's just queen instinct. Besides, it's not like worrying would help matters, right?”

“I suppose…” Spike lamented, plopping down on the cold hard ground next to the bed. “It doesn't hurt, does it?”

“Not really.” Twilight looked down, rubbing a hoof lovingly over her taut, egg filled stomach, her chitin having become more elastic, allowing for a massive amount of growth. “It feels kinda nice, actually. It's almost too bad that drones only take a few hours before they have to get laid again.”

Spike nodded. “Do you think the room is good enough for the eggs?” He stood up suddenly, biting his nails nervously. “Maybe I should lay down some more resin, or-”

“Spike, it's fine, really.” Twilight smiled gently, placing a hoof on the dragon’s shoulder. “You did everything perfectly to the letter, now all we have to do is-” The queen’s eyes went wide, a shudder rolling down her body. “Get ready!”

“Ohmygosh are they coming right now?” Spike yelled, sprinting back between Twilight’s legs.

“Yes, now remember what I -SAID!” Twilight screamed, grabbing the edge of the bed and holding on tight as the first contraction suddenly tore through her.

Only the merciless will of Spike’s queen was enough to suppress his desire to panic, forcing him to assume the position, hands outstretched and ready to receive the first of the eggs. “You can do it Twilight. I’m right here.”

The queen grunted, her grip making the wood of the bed tremble under her shear strength. “Here it comes Spike!”

As if on cue, the first egg began to push it's way from her womb, making the long descent down her tight passage before slipping out of her and into the hands of her mate in mere seconds. Twilight would have been grateful that it hadn't taken long, but she was a little busy, as the second egg was quickly following the first after mere moments. Spike had only barely managed to set the first egg aside, giving it a passing glance and finding that it looked normal, or as normal as Twilight’s imparted memories could tell.

By the time he had his hands back into position the second egg was beginning to emerge from the mare’s pussy, it's round, greenish purple length glistening in the dull light of the love room. Pain had been the first thing Twilight had felt when the eggs had begun to emerge, but that feeling didn't last long, the excruciating sensation of her pussy being stretched far wider then normal quickly dulling. By the time the second egg had pushed past her lips and entered the world, the pain was gone entirely, replaced only by a sense of palpable relief.

“Goddess above this feels good.” The queen moaned, her grip loosening, and her muscles relaxing as she felt her womb slowly begin to empty.

Her body seemed to know exactly what it was doing, and without instruction or even a thought Twilight could feel the eggs inside her turn and push their way out as if by their own volition. Not even a moment being spared as her womb continued to push egg after egg out of her body, quickly growing the small pile of them on the ground next to her bed. Spike’s panic had also begun to dull, as he grew used to the strange routine he now found himself in.

Grip, clean, place, repeat. Each egg requiring only a brief wipe of his clawed hand before it was free of the slime that clung to it.

The bed, which had at first been perfectly clean was now soaked with changeling juices, Twilight’s body producing litres of the stuff to ensure that every egg slipped forth with ease. Though she was thankful for this ease of release, something told Twilight that she wasn't going to be able to use this bed for anything else other than birthing.

On and on the delivery continued, with the queen growing used to the feeling of release, and even beginning to enjoy the sensation of the eggs traveling down the length of her pussy. She quickly lost count of the eggs she had delivered, falling in a routine of pleasure and release, until finally, with her stomach having shrunk back to it's normal size, she felt the last egg begin it's descent and causing her to cry out in pleasure.

“Oh fuck the hell yes.” She moaned, an orgasm suddenly tearing through her the moment she felt the egg brush against her over sensitive clitoris.

Spike blinked, watching in awe as the last egg emerged from the mare’s distended lips and landed with a plop in his outstretched hands, a small explosion of slime and changeling juices erupting from the mare’s gaping pussy. He quickly ran his hands over the egg, careful to wipe away every last drop of liquid that clung to it before placing it beside the rest.

“Are you alright?” He asked nervously.

“I am more than alright.” Twilight replied, a relieved smile crossing her lips. “I think I just came harder than I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“Really? Harder than the other day when you fucked my ass for over three hours?” He asked.

Twilight blushed. “Okay, second hardest orgasm ever. It's a close race though.”

Spike chuckled, using what little magic he could muster to wipe the pool of changeling juices that were now pooling on the bed onto the floor. “Congratulations Twilight. I didn't even know a queen could have thirteen eggs in a single clutch.”

“T-thirteen.” Twilight muttered, trying to stand up. Only to find that her back legs were nearly numb, causing her to topple right back to the bed.

“Wow, slow down Twilight. They aren't going anywhere.” Spike remarked, placing a hand on the queen’s shoulder and keeping her from standing.

“Are they okay, do they look alright?” Twilight pushed herself to the edge of the bed, allowing her to look down on her first clutch, eyes wide with wonder. “They are so beautiful.”

Spike nodded, gently gripping the last egg and bringing it close to the queen’s wide eyes. “See for yourself.”

Twilight's shaking hooves slowly extended, taking the egg from the dragon’s hand and holding it with the utmost reverence. “Wow…” She muttered.

The purplish green egg was roughly the size of a football, and just as ovoid. It was relatively light, only a pound at most, yet it felt like nothing in the queen’s hooves. As she stared within her eyes began to detect the faint movements of the drone inside, the tiny changeling curled tight into a ball. Twilight’s eyes narrowed and she peered closely at the changeling, finding that it certainly didn't look like a normal changeling.

It's teeth were longer, the already large fangs of a normal changeling having grown longer still. It's black chitin having a slight green shine to it, it's eyes a faint purple and it's horn slightly more pronounced. A quick visual inspection of the rest of the changeling told Twilight all she needed to know, and confirmed that it was as healthy as it looked.

Using her magic, the queen quickly inspected the rest of her eggs, finding that although there were slight variances in horn and fang length, they all appeared to be about the same. With a quiet sigh, she placed the last egg back beside the rest, finally allowing herself to lay back in the bed. “Oh thank goodness.” She muttered to herself, the panic she had felt rising within her finally settling down.

Congratulations my daughter, you have done well. A familiar, sultry tone remarked.

Twilight blinked. “Chrysalis?”

The one and only my dear. The voice chuckled. I sent out a relay so I could properly congratulate you on your achievements and I must say I am not disappointed.

The young queen beamed under the praise. Thank you mother, it was difficult, but definitely worth it.

Spike cocked his head, only now realizing what was going on, his eyes lighting up. Grandmother, is that you?

Chrysalis sighed. Please don't call me that, it makes me feel old. Call me Chrysalis, please.

The dragon wilted. Sorry Chrysalis…

Oh don't be sorry, in fact you should be quite thankful. The elder queen pointed out, her mental voice filling with pride. You are a most potent sire, as not even I could bear all thirteen on my first clutch.

Really? Twilight asked, pride swelling in her chest.

Indeed. My sire was weak, his seed only enough to bear me seven drones in a single go. A feat you have surpassed with ease, your son must be stronger than you indicated. Twilight wasn't sure how but she was sure Chrysalis was smirking right now. Maybe I should… borrow him for a bit, what do you say my daughter?

I… Twilight gulped. Don't think that would be wise, unless we are able come up with a very good alibi.

Can't I stay here with Twilight? Spike asked hesitantly. We need someone to look after the eggs, right?

Chrysalis laughed a deep, booming laugh. Oh you two are adorable. I was just kidding, mostly. She smiled. I would not dream of taking your only hive member while you are in such a precarious state. Unless you think I would honestly weaken you while you are in such a position?

N-no! Twilight stuttered.

You are too easy my daughter. The old queen chuckled. As much as I would love to continue to tease my favorite progeny, we have more pressing concerns.

Twilight blinked, glancing nervously at Spike. Like what? Did more of your harvesters get caught?

Yes, unfortunately. Chrysalis sighed. But that is now what I was referencing. I was speaking of you, and your hive.

What about our hive? Spike asked. I think it's quite nice, even if it's not quite complete.

Ahh good, so you have made headway. Chrysalis smiled. Would you mind opening your mind, and allowing me to see what you have made so far?

Spike glanced at Twilight, who nodded in turn. The dragon sighed, and focused on his thoughts, opening himself to the foreign will of the elder queen. He assumed her presence would be like some sort of slime, crawling through his thoughts and making his stomach turn in revulsion, but there was neither of those things. He could sense that she was there, but even that seemed obvious, as if the queen was making her presence known out of politeness more than anything.

Intriguing… The queen commented, her mind receding from Spike’s thoughts. Your design is inspired, and your focus on stealth is commendable. If I had any worries about where your priorities would lie, they have been firmly put to rest.

Thank you mother. Twilight bowed her head slightly, a blush coloring her cheeks. I’m glad you approve.

There is just one thing I would change.

Spike and Twilight exchanged a nervous glance, with only Twilight having the nerve to ask the question. What is that, mother?

You will need a nurse, and soon. Thirteen drones in a single clutch is not only a good omen, but will also be far too much for even you two to handle on your own.

What if I stayed down here with them all day? Spike offered. I could tell everyone I was sick and was resting.

Twilight shook her head. That wouldn't work. Your friends would want to see you, and even if we came up something really good, it will still bring undue suspicion our way.

Exactly. Chrysalis agreed. Normally I would suggest birthing one, but you don't have time for that, nor the proper cover anyway. Ponies would no doubt notice the surprise pregnancy, even if the carry time is relatively quick compared to other types of changelings.

Spike sighed, running a claw down his face. Which means you have to convert someone that comes here regularly, and would make a good nurse. Do you have any ideas?

Images of Fluttershy suddenly ran through the young queen’s mind and though she hated to admit it, that was the best idea she had all day. No, we can think of someone tomorrow. It's late, I’m tired and we need to finish placing the eggs before getting some sleep.

Is that so? Chrysalis asked, as if she had already gleamed Twilight’s thoughts.

Yes. Twilight replied firmly. Perhaps we can speak again tomorrow morning?

I suppose that is a possibility, though I will have to put my relay back in place. Chrysalis shrugged. Be aware that you will not be able to dodge the question again, this is something that must be done.

Twilight sighed. I know mother. Good night.

Goodnight Chrysalis! Spike added with a little more enthusiasm.

Sweet dreams my sweets.

And with that, the old queen’s presence vanished, leaving the two changeling hybrids sitting there in the bed, drained and confused. “Why did you avoid the question?” Spike asked hesitantly.

“I don't want to drag Fluttershy into this entire thing it's...” Bad enough I dragged you here. The mare sighed. “It's a big step. One that I would want her to make willingly. If possible.”

Spike nodded somberly, not catching the brief slip up. “That makes sense. What you said was true though. It's nearly ten o clock and we have a big day tomorrow.”

“Very true.” Twilight smiled, pushing herself into a standing position, her smile growing when she noticed that her legs had returned to full strength once more. “Come on Spike, let's get ready for bed.”

“Right.” He grinned, helping his mother off the bed and onto the cold dirt ground. “I don't suppose you are too tired to well…” He blushed, looking away.

“Fuck your ass?” Twilight finished with a smirk. “You should know by now Spike, I always have room for dessert.

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