This story is a sequel to Royal Twilight Inn

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I was offered a chance, to a new life, in a new world; and just as they said, it's a new chance to an entire new world.

Just that this world is indeed new, to me. No Ponies. Though they do indeed have Horses; but Horses are not Ponies, and thus useless to me.

What I find in the form of people, are Humans.

I had been promised an empty building, fit for me to establish a hotel; which is indeed true, it is where I had found myself. I made the basement, the sub-levels into my home where I established my hive. It is comfortable, underground; where any decent hive should be. Out of sight, and out of mind.

Being alone in a strange world is not my thing; so I set off, establishing the hive by laying a few eggs. I am after all the Queen of the Changelings. With my first Changelings, workers ready; I could open business and business is good. Booming, in fact. At least, by my standards.

People enter the lobby, booking suites for a night, a week, a month or til further notice.

My workers tend to them all, serving them anything and everything. The guests tip well, in the currency of a Changeling anyway; since I get all the Love I could possibly consume. And more, and more, and more..

One thing, leading to another; and before I knew it, I had established a school for little girls; a boarding-school, where they can study and learn to be Ponies. Ponies, of this world; not Equestrian Ponies, but I guess I had forgotten all about these by now.

I have everything I need, right here; and I am served, on a silver-platter (as they say). I don't need to lift a hoof, but the love just continue to stream in.

Illustrated by: N/A
Written by: Kentavritsa
Edited by: Kentavritsa
Re-edited by: Kentavritsa
Aproved: Auto
Rating: Teen
Status: Incomplete
Puns: Intended
Prequel: N/A
Sequel: The Gift of a Changeling
Sequel: Mixed Identity

Living at a filly orphanage isn’t all that bad, even if most of us are missing our original parents who gave us birth and love. Would we have been Ponies, if we had not been missing them?

Once you are fed, clothes, educated and entertained; life feels safe and happy, a normal life as any Pony would have told you.

I have my very own room, and with a wardrobe full of my shiny clothes. If you had told me it isn’t customary for Ponies to wear these clothes, fashioned out of local Latex Rubber; anyone of us would have laughed you out of the area, in no time flat. Why shouldn’t a filly wear these? I do love my bikini.

Lost and alone in the Everfree Forest, the showmare known as The Great & Powerful Trixie is beset upon by monsters only to find herself even more lost, and worse still, in a world not her own. Can she find her way home? Is there even anything she cares about going back to?

Perhaps this unexpected turn of events is exactly what the out of luck performer needed to make a fresh start.

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This Crossover will feature elements drawn from both Doctor Who and Harry Potter.