I like to think I am a great mother. Nay, I am the greatest mother who has ever lived. Who else could raise an entire species? Not any being I personally know of. Oh sure, I’ve heard of plenty of other gods creating their people and all that. Met some of them myself. It’s odd how they don’t want to stick around and care for them on a personal level. I’m glad I’m glad I’m not like that. No. I care for my changelings since the day I first laid my first clutch.
Of course, my changelings are their own people. I am their All Mother, but they are just my kin, not my children. The difference? They never had a father. I just laid them. This changeling queen doesn’t need a stallion to create life. I chalk that up to my parents chaos trickery messing with my biology. I didn’t mind. I loved them all, but they were not my children. Even if I knew all there names and the moment they were born. I am not one to brag. Okay, I am. Changeling babies are the cutest things in existence. So small and adorable. I’m glad I remember them all. It helps when they are all linked to me.
I feel their collective love, sorrow, and pain. Every death, birth, and in between runs through me. Most would find it too much. I don’t. I revel in it, though the death portion is a bit much. I’ve come to terms with it.
The part I haven’t come to terms with is my own excitement. I’ve had generations of my kin, laying thousands of eggs at a time. Yet, I’ve never had any children. That is until now. Nestled snuggly between my forelegs were three beautiful eggs. Of course they were beautiful. They were mine. Although, they were a bit trickier to lay for some reason. Perhaps it’s because they are my children and I didn’t have my egg sac to help. The joys of being a mammal-like reptile.
I nuzzled the eggs lovingly. These are my children. The first of their kind and...I want to see them so badly. Their eggs are perfect. I love their little oval shapes and how they occasionally rock about. I almost dropped dead from excitement when they first started moving. I almost scared the daylights out of their father when I rushed to him with the news. Well, that happened when i informed him I was pregnant too. He took it rather well. He didn’t faint or anything. He just took me in his big strong arms and twirled me around.
I just love that big lug.
The eggs stirred a bit. They were doing that more often, especially the one with blue light inside. She was so hyper. I sometimes thought about putting her in a big fluffy container so she wouldn’t break herself. Helps that I was sitting on a comfy king sized bed. My hubby didn’t exactly want the populace to know about us. Well, not him really. We just didn’t want to scare everypony. They found me scary.
Just because I eat a few monsters and the like doesn’t mean I’ll hurt them...okay, I’ve eaten a few, but they were robbers. I didn’t mind if I had to hide. As long as Hurricane loved me, I didn’t care one bit. The orange one liked to smack anyone who came near her. Feisty, I’ll give her that. The purple one was so shy that sometimes she scared me. She wouldn’t move and she’d only light up when me or her father were there by ourselves and only when we kept her safe close to us. I’d have to keep a close eye on that little one.
“Good day, little ones.” I purred to my eggs. “Mommy’s very happy to see you’re all so chipper today.” They lit up and I was so giddy. They were the literal lights of my life. “So adorable. You’re going to make great queens when you grow up.” I nuzzled them, making sure to keep my fangs from breaking one. The orange one smacked my nose again. It actually hurt. I pulled back and shook my head to clear the small pain. Thankfully, I can shut off my pain receptors and heal rather quickly given my nature.
“Bad Adagio,” I growled. “No hitting mommy.”
Yes, I had already named them. The feisty one was Adagion Dazzle. The blue Sonata Dusk. The purple Aria Blaze. They were more pony sounding names, but since their father was a pony, I found them acceptable. I just hoped Puddinghead wouldn’t scare them with her impromptu party. Such an overzealous creature. Surprising given how droll earth ponies are. Still, she was nice and accepting. My babies would like her, or try and eat her. Probably both.
Then I heard a sound I both dreaded and waited for. Something was cracking. Quickly running my head around them, I saw Sonata’s egg was breaking. I was stunned. I had seen my kin break out of their eggs so many times, but I didn’t know what to do. These were my children, not kin. “Sonata!” Then I saw the others start to shake. “You two as well?” I was hyperventilating. They were hatching, or I had just killed my children...Somehow.
“HURRICANE!” My voice shook our private castle to its core. There were few creatures that can yell as well or as loud as I. That’s probably because I’m a god, but I don’t care about that right now. My babies were hatching, or dying. They couldn’t die. I wanted to hug them and play little games. I wanted to be a mommy. Why are they hatching now?!!
The door was smashed apart without mercy. An honestly intimidating pegasus was standing in the room, having smashed the door to kingdom come. His dark purple frame was oh so muscular and large for a pegasus and his striped blue mane was hung loose over him. I’d have taken that sexy hunk right where he stood IF MY BABIES WEREN’T HATCHING!
“What’s going-”
“BABIES!” I cut him off, causing his ears to splay backwards to block out the screeching.
“Babies?” He quirked an eyebrow before I pointed my muzzle at the twitching eggs. His eyes widened. “The babies are coming.”
Thank you, commander obvious. I growled inwardly, but I wouldn’t bare my fangs at my mate. I’d snap at anyone else who dared to come close to my young. Even my friends couldn’t. It’s just my instincts and they were screaming at me to protect these three. Still, I didn’t know what to do now. I was scared. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was. They could get hurt or worse. I kept my muzzled close to their shells and cooed softly. Hurricane stopped to lay in front of me and he did the same.
It’s funny seeing the same pegasus who would happily take on and slaughter a legion of griffins cooing to his little eggs. He was so adorable, I sometimes wonder why he picked me to be his mate. He could have had any pegasus mare. Hay, he could have any mare he wanted. Yet he chose me, the freak. I kissed his nose in gratitude for loving me, making me so strong. Yes, I had gathered such strength from him. I could easily take over this country, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to share this with him. These three little wonders. He smiled and kissed my nose in return, causing me to blush blue.
Changelings blush blue instead of red, it makes us cuter!
The first egg was smashed apart violently. A little blue...thing came out. It looked like a cross between a pony and a sea pony. With razor sharp teeth, scaly hide and fins, and two hooved limbs. It was a bit of a mismatch, like me and my family. She was gorgeous. “My little Sonata.” The little siren was already rolling around and giggling at nothing really. She didn’t seem to notice either of us yet. I just let her have her fun. Still, I put my nose close to her and took in her scent.
Adagio’s was slower, but still held a lot of powers in her swings. The egg broke and she blinked in confusion. The orange...thing. looked around. “My little Adagio.” I put my nose close to hers and...Ow! I pulled back when the baby started laughing. She bit me and she’s laughing? She’s going to be a troublemaker. Hurricane was laughing, but I shut him up with a good glare. He knew his place. He was commander of his race, but I was his wife.
Pecking order.
The last egg was taking a long time to hatch. It was slow and there wasn’t a lot of power to the swings. I frowned and crooned. I put my muzzle close to the egg, as did Hurricane. Slowly and surely, the third purple thing emerged. I really need to name their race. “My little Aria.” The little thing was just so shy. She almost looked like she was going to cry in fear. The both of us slowly nuzzled her, reassuring her that she was safe. Thankfully, she didn’t cry but she still shook slightly in fear of this big unknown world.
My three little ones were finally free. Oh how proud I was of them. Their grandmother would just eat them up, as would my old babysitter. Their uncle… problematic. I thought about not telling him, but he’d find out eventually. I hate that draconequus. My father…. Mom would keep him controlled. I hope she could. I won’t let him use my children. No one will ever use them. EVER!
I had to keep my emotions in check. I have no idea what they could do to my young. Hmm… This is odd. It’s almost like their energy levels sparked when I got angry. Do they feed off of just anger, or any strong emotion? Perhaps I’m just overthinking this and it’s a coincidence, but young changelings only feed on love for the first year of their lives. Maybe this was similar. What am I doing? This wasn’t the time for that. I had some babies to cuddle. I gently brought them into my embrace and they eagerly cuddled into my chest.
“They are strong,” Hurricane prided himself. His chest was puffed out in his macho way. So cute.
“They are your daughters,” I smiled. They were falling asleep, listening to my heartbeat. Breaking those shells must have taken a lot out of them. I knew... I just knew that I would do anything for these little ones. Anything. “As they are also mine.”
“Of course they are,” Hurricane nuzzled Adagio, pulling back from a bite. “They take after their mother.” He dryly commented.
“I don’t bite,” I scoffed, to which he gave me a deadpan kind of look. “Okay, maybe I do a little.”
Hurricane shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t mind, but I think our daughter needs to be turned away from biting so much. I don’t think my hooves are going to take the abuse they’re about to receive.”
“Oh you worrywart,” I chuckled. “They won’t be that bad.” I was the perfect mother. I raised an entire species. Three beings, no matter if they were a completely new species, would be no challenge.