Ven rushed fast as his decimated legs would take him. The queen must learn of this news immediately. The entire town of Ponyville in disarray, and the Ivory Princess a child? The only defenses would be a few confused adolescents and their larvae. There would be no better opportunity for an invasion. He still remembered their loss at the capitol, and though he was afraid of a similar result, he was filled with comfort at the thought that this time there was no overarching, unnecessarily dangerous and poorly thought out plan. Speeding up, he rushed into the throne cavern, nearly breaking the door off it's hinges in his haste.
"What is the meaning of this interruption?" Demanded the queen's second hoof, Jidak, a very thin and angular Changeling. "The queen has no time for your begging and-"
"Silence, Jidak," Queen Chrysalis hushed. "My child, what is it you need?"
"Your Highness," Panted Ven. "I bear news from our spies in Ponyville. The town is crippled. The inhabitants have all been influence by some sort of age altering additive in the water supply. It hasn't seemed to affect our ranks as of yet. All the ponies are still readjusting to their new lifestyles, and the protectors seem to be incapacitated. The Ivory one herself is a child. There would be no better time to strike."
"Hmm," Mused the Queen. "Indeed, I couldn't agree more. We can most definitely rehabilitate the young to love us. A valuable resource, and then there's the matter of eliminating those pesky ponies and their princess, once and for all." A fanged smile slowly crept over her face, one that would likely make foals cry, and unnerve the elderly to some extent. "Assemble the troops. We strike at dawn. Tomorrow, Ponyville is ours!" She proceeded to laugh menacingly, Jidak soon joining in after.