Change: the truth
Change: the truth
Written by Septia.
-Twwwp- -Thswwp- -Shwwp- The rhythm of lovemaking dug past the limits of the copulation drone's member, spiking all the way up to her heart. Thumps of heated meat moulding over one another, the kneading which brought forth the baby batter. What a wonderful way to describe this…act… 'lovemaking.’ She and the drone were crafting love together.
-Twwlpw- -Chellrwp- Smacks from the crotch ramming into her snatch echoed in the breeding chamber, the noise lubricated with mucus dribbling out of her marehood, caking the drone’s member to ease its thrusts. -Smmcth- Regularity posing herself crouched above his lap, bouncing on his shaft as the drone dutifully joined with humps, a symphony of glistening carapace, joining in with the cacophony of dozens of other mating sessions in progress.
Regularity's core bathed in a sea of gratification, 'I must give more.'
“I want to make sure you are enjoying this as much as me,” Regularity pondered with the drone, slamming her bottom over the throbbing slab of changeling meat, “Together we will bring the hive the most ffmmf, fabulous of gifts, mmff, aamnf, aaawwmnf,” she cried out, passion circulating in her blood, joined by the drone's moans. Until the climax poured between them. -Psllsh- -Shllpsgh- Sitting down over the shaft, she felt the length flexing, expanding, billowing with viscous fluids and stretching her changeling cradle with the precious eggs. Her insides moulded to accommodate each one, swelling without hesitation, but then again, she was made for this purpose. She could see the pliable carapace on her midriff morph to domes, changelings to be, nesting in her care.
“Phaa, hooamn, oh, you will be my most magnificent contribution,” Regularity panted out to the collection of bloats and bulges on her stomach.
Her fantasies of the newborns was interrupted by a carrier drone nuzzling his muzzle against her side, buzzing in the pattern of: 'the queen wishes to see you, at your earliest convenience.'
She canoodled him back, rising from the drone who's seed she hosted. “Appreciated, let her know I am coming.” She left with her crotch still soaked in natural lube and her copulation drone occupied with another brood mare.
~ 1 ~
Regularity traversed the hive, its layout mapped to her inner eyes, marvelling at the cobalt floatstone and ashen stalagmites.
“So beautiful, why does not every place hold such grandeur as the hive, how many dull plains would be improved with a helping of spikes and goo pools? Aaahmf,” the mare moaned to herself, “a wonderful dream.” Her fantasies drowned in the hum of the hive, the brood mare deciphering the buzz and murmur as accepting of her ideas.
Why were there ponies? If a place like the hive exists? She soared on wings still wet from her birth, musing to herself. 'Everyone works together, dedicated to one purpose, none are the same, yet all strive for the same goal. A wonderful world bereft of the horrors of sel-… she was still not able to think that word, such horrors were no longer her problem, no longer her.
~ 2 ~
Enter the presence of Chrysalis, the broodmare sunk her head to the floor in a bow.
“My queen, you wished to see me.”
Chrysalis held a hoof high. “Rise, my subject, there is no need to convince me of your loyalty with such gestures.
“Certainly, my, what a strange habit I have,” Regularity noted.
“Do you know why you are carrying youngling?” the queen posed to her subject.
“To further the hive, to grant the most splendorous gifts I can bare, my queen.”
“Mwhaha,” Chrysalis chuckled, exposing her sharp fangs, “correct, but there is one gift, which is all the sweeter. Tap into the hive mind, and listen.”
As instructed, Regularity focused. She lowered her head, delving into the collective conscious, all the while her smile points curved ever higher.
“Oohoomm,” she mused to herself.
Chrysalis gave her a nod. “You know now. So, what is your next task?”
-Bbszzrth- A spark from the gnarled horn on the brood mare flamed into a coat of luminescent green, licking its flame like jolts of electricity down her body, transfiguring black to white, purifying her mane a lush royal purple, and marking her hinds with three blue gemstones. Rarity whipped her hair back from her head, eyelids parting to uncover the eyes of a mare, a stolen guise.
“To bring others the gift of the hive, what else, darling?” she added with a cock of her head, an emerald glint flaming up in her pupils for a moment, but was concealed in a wink.
~ 3 ~
“Oo, well good morning Rarity, been a while since I saw you up at dawn hours,” a yellow mare greeted her from their window.
“And an equally fabulous morning to you, Masquerade, I find a morning stroll can kick start the creativity,” Rarity responded, but did not slow down.
“Well it sure can, wish you all the best.”
Masquerade waved, but Rarity took no notice, strolling down the avenues of Ponyville.
“Hey Rares, don't wanna impose but ah, how’s my dress looking?” a pegasus wondered.
“Oh, just splendid, Darling. You can expect it in my home by tomorrow afternoon, and you could be wearing it as soon as overmorrow.”
“Hey that's sweet, I'll swing by the boutique later.”
Rarity stopped for a moment. “Yes, boutique, carousel boutique. My boutique, that is where I am working on it, in my boutique. See you at the boutique,” she kept repeating the word to herself as she wandered on, tasting it, practising.
“Rarity, or does my eyes deceive me?”
“Ohhoho… deception,” Rarity chuckled with a hoof over her chest, “my whatever gave you, that, idea? … ehm… Silver Berry?”
“I ah… ah, nevermind, ehe, just haven't seen you since Manehattan, that is all.”
Rarity turned her head to the side.
“Ah,” Silver Berry fumbled, “you do remember, right?”
“My my, Silver Berry, how could I ever forget you? But I do beg your pardon, I must make haste, I am hunting for inspiration.” She hurried for an excuse, wishing not to water down the memories she had access to any further, she could already feel mannerisms and friend’s names of her disguise slipping her mind. Though, if they were anything like these ponies, those names weren't important.
“Ah of course, obviously. Good luck, you look lovely Rarity.”
The white mare froze for a moment, sucking in a breath through her muzzle. “Aaah, how generous of you to notice,” she whispered, heading down the dirt road off the borders of the ville, slurping over her fangs.
~ 4 ~
-Kddnkth- Trained hooves clashed against bark, the stem of the apple tree trembling, vibrations all through the branches sending a volley of apples plummeting into strategically positioned buckets, along with a drizzle still stuck on the leaves following yesterday's rainfall.
“Phew, that'd do ‘er, not a one left hanging in this one. Heh, I tell you, if harvest's this ripe, then the cider seasons is gonna be real juicy, huha,” Applejack snickered and moseyed over to the next tree, “but now look at yeself, talking to yerself with no one around.”
“Mmhuhuhu, oh darling, I am around.”
“Juuaah,” Applejack jumped, then glared over her surroundings as she raised her hindlegs to buck the next apple tree. “Who in …the…” -Kllnjdfdfk- The tree rattled as she hit the stem dead on.
“But be kind not to hit the treeaahaaaaao,” -Ddmmft-. Among the hail of fruit also fell a particularly albino apple, with a purple mane, grumbling.
“Bu, whu, Rarity? What the hey are you doing in my apple trees, is it about the map or something? Oh, hold on I'ma coming,” Applejack added and hopped to her side, helping the mare to stand up. She held her breath seeing the patchwork of wet dirt tainting her coat after the fall. “Can't expect to keep dry out here, least you weren't wearing one of those fancy shamncy- …ah… do you need a towel?”
Rarity rose, brushing back her mane, in the same movement smearing it with mud lodged over her cheeks. “Dearest applejack, whatever do you mean, I am just fine, a lady of my stature isn't bothered by some globs of moist earth.”
Applejack cocked her head sideways, adjusting her hat so it wouldn't fall. “Actually, that's you to a tee, is that writer pony back in town? Thought you got over ‘em.”
-Sllsgllsh- A dollop of brown muck smacked down from the mare's mane, as she let off a giggle. “Oh applejaa-a-a-ck, do you think I cannot learn to appreciate a bit of gunk in my life?”
“Ah refer you to my previous statement, sure you don't need a towel? Hot bath? Jaccuz-jaccuzi… hotter bath?”
“Darling,” Rarity said and leaned in, close enough to daub applejack's chest in mud, “I am fine.”
“Oo-kay, if ya say so, but just in case I think Imm-mmpfhgh,” a royal gala apple, glistening in dew, was crammed in the country pony's muzzle.
“How many times do I need to tell you I am fine, honestly did you always talk so much?” Rarity pushed the confused mare, pinning her down on the grass, head propped up against a tree, to then join her, crawling on top, brushing white to orange.
“Honestly, you could learn something from that brother of yours, Migback, guess that bopplealoom is as chattery though.”
“Wmmfwrg? Mmwfmfghf?” Applejack grunted behind the fruit gag, eyes dressed in bafflement.
“Oh horseapples, I got that one wrong, didn't I? What was it, Large Sack? Pearflower?” Applejack kicked, struggled, fidgeting underneath the puzzled Rarity. “Well no matter, I guess this body doesn't remember that far back, all that useless knowledge was holding me down. But you, ooho, you I remember, strong Applejack, dedicated Applejack, enduring Applejack… a prime cut of cattle.” she narrated as her thorax convulsed, domes sailing up her gullet and landing in her mouth, puffing out the mare's cheek to halt her from speaking. “Plleeuuch,” she parted her lips with a smatter of goo, an expanse of green mucus welling up between her teeth and sneaking downwards, layers of phlegm and gelatinous membrane flowing in the gunk, glimmering in the dawn light as it drooped like a teardrop from the mare's mouth, descending onto Applejack's hoof. -Sppllgth- The bile coagulated as it engulfed the appendage, clotting to glue and affixing her to the ground.
“Pllrach, horlsh,” Rarity hurled the viscous gunk, only holding shut when she moved to the other hoof, drenching the flailing appendage, cocooning the farm mare's limb.
“Mmwfmfm, Mmfpfgh, gnnwrh,” Applejack hastily chewed through the apple, halting at a -Bbrzth- of emerald light emanating from the mare, consuming her form, charring her coat black and flaming past Rarity's head.
“Plltuuch, oooulgh,” the changeling spat out a few dollops over Applejack's legs, tilting her head up to face her with her azure coated eyes, “see, I am quite attached to slime and goo, and… honestly Applejack, so are you.”
~ 5 ~
“Rhu… rmmgh, phhtaa, Rarity?” Applejack spat out a mouthful of chunks, and tugged all of her hooves, heaving and grunting as the changeling sought to all the mucus restrains.
“Yes, that is who I was impersonating, glad that I did such a great job, was I like her, I nailed her, didn't I?” Regularity beamed fluffing up the hat as a pillow for her subject. “Enough about me, you are the star here, I have seen your endurance, all that dedication, mmmf,” she moaned as she positioned herself by Applejack's splayed lap, “your effort is nothing short of lovely, what a terrific gift to the hive you will become,”
“Unhoof me this instance ya imposter, how dare ya trick me? I thought you really were Rarity, hey get off.”
Despite the squirms, Regularity sat firmly on the mare' lap. “Oh, ho ho, seems you are merely half baked. I am going to have to teach you something about Cooperation,” she clasped her back hooves around Applejack's torso, smacking their marehoods together -Slliitch-, “care,” she brushed their crotches together, panting with her tongue rolling past her lips as she massaged their sexes together, “and of course, generosity.”
“Yonngf, s-stop this.”
“Little dear, the sooner we get that effort employed in the hive the better, you are a harvesting pony, are you not? Well,” she caressed over the wriggling lumps in her torso, snickering, “I am bearing the most wonderful fruit, and they are just ripe… all ready for you to buck them out of me.” -Ssllth- She punctuated her statement with a ram, thrusting her child chute with the farmland flower, connecting them with a slobber of changeling lust.
“Mmnf, aah, they are coming, those little eggs, so much love in your town, they are already squirming around, and they'll worm their way right into your heart, like they did with me.” -Ghhrbslgh- The changeling's gut grumbled, protrusions shifted, slithering downwards, trailing over her abdomen as the mare ground their womanly lips together.
Applejack witnessed shadows from the lumps shuffle down, creeping towards the point that connected them, hearing the squelching and swelling inside, witnessing the outlines of a maggot in its way to breach the connection between them.
“Hang on now, n-now just a second, I am not all right with whatever you ooullg, mmmfpgh that critter…,” Applejack grunted, huffing as the larva crammed itself against her marehood, worming motions of a lubricated tongue flopping the head of the bug against her snatch, spreading and adjusting the tensile strength of her lips. Applejack felt her marehood throb, shooting jolts of tension though her lap, the clapping meat allowing for the larva to wedge itself deeper, squirming one way then the other bending the walls around its head, swaying and revolving to delve deeper into the love tunnels. She witnessed the slick head engulfed by her own pussy, the bloat inflating over its body, stretching her skin to its outlines, still squirming and wriggling like the tail of an excited doggy. Grooves of the grub's body matched the impressions it made on the mare, and Applejack could trace the flexing contours from her midriff, slithered down to her crotch, sinking down at her lips to billow outwards again inside of the changeling above her, its wriggles connecting the two mare's love canals, for the ribbed surface to drag and quiver through both of them at once. Applejack trembled, and felt the vibrations be contained in the grub, slipping up into the other mare, echoing each other’s shudders as the grub dug and scoffed into the hold of her jam-pot.
“I-it’s going too far, it’s actuallmmf, aannf, dagn garn it.” Her grunts came to a dissonance with Regularity's quivers and coos, the farm pony's struggles only assisting the changeling, humps letting her shove the parasite deeper, catching glimpses of the convulsing maggot with glee, but seeing Applejack holler in dread. -Spgltsh- The larva burrowed through the gate, wedging past the curtain of meat, infesting the moist tunnels. Regularity watched the mare below squirming, coughing and squealing in distain.
“Oh no no, you should be happy to serve the hive, it will be beautiful, darling. Hey, maybe this would help?” -Bbzzrlltch-.
Applejack peeked up, after the flash of green magic there was no changeling, just Rarity, mounting her, feeding more larva into her, as some form of perversion of a pupa.
“H-how d-dare…,” applejack sniffled, watching her friend gleefully rutting her with living, determined monster dildos. Her abdomen inflated with the protrusions of squirming critters welling their way through her crotch, the lust of the mare above increasing at this reaction, slamming down her hips to meet Applejack's, shovelling the maggots well on their road through the love-tube, congesting the gutters enough to brew a mound of fidgeting bulges rising and vanishing across half the farm mare's torso.
“See, do you like her more? Feel good, feel my care, it will calm you now, soon it won't matter, you will l-l-love it like I do, you will bear so many little miracles to the hive, isn't it mmpfh, wonderful?” As she humped she kept showing Applejack encouragement, advocating the hive. “Each element of the hive is required, we all contribute, and you, you glow of dedication, effort, and endurance alike, do you not see the glory in this opportunity? This favour I am mmnth,” she paused, literally thrusting her gift upon the mare, “granting you? You will no longer be cattle, you will be a brood mare.”
Applejack lost herself to whimpers, but even her cries were dampened under the grunts from the larva crawling through her abdomen, wiggling and digging into her uterus. -Scnnghk- She felt the jab of fangs slicing into her flesh, like she was pierced with a quill, then… it felt like a pen tip, and soon just dulled crayons. She lost her breath, unable to regain consciousness, staring up at the guise of Rarity, face matted in tears, as the grub's toxins punctured her bloodstream.
~ 6 ~
“Ooh, hi again Rarity, found your inspiration?” Silver Berry wondered.
Rarity gave her a smile, balancing a large burlap sack on her back, dripping of a jade-hued fluid. “I most certainly did, and I found so much more.”
~ 7 ~
“Mmnfr, fmrg… I don't wanna hit the hay, Granny.” Applejack mumbled, eyes shut, but her mind awakening to a slew of malignant sensations weaving within her. A cocktail of cruelty shook up like a bottle of soda. She tested her muscles, but they wouldn't respond. Her eyes opened to a view of her left hoof, encased in the same emerald slime and strapped up against the wall, which laid drooping in a similar substance. Encased in the gloop around her hoof was a strap of sequinned fabric, tying her up.
“What in tarnatatin-nngfh, nnfrg,” Applejack huffed and flexed her thighs, -gbbrlslg- a rumble jiggling her changeling packed middle, eyes adjusting to the light and making out the spots of her coat bereft of fur, shed like a crab shell. -Dpllsight- A splash of fluid from the ceiling caught her attention, and she gazed upon her surroundings. Mannequins torn and shaped to spikes, dresses mangled in slime and plastered like wallpaper of moss to the walls, patterns, supplies, cloth and tools strewn in a distortion of carousel boutique.
“What the hay is going o-on? Blast it, that-. hurts…?” Applejack trembled, her stomach swelling lumps that sailed over her torso, grubs coiling and swirling around one another. Her heartbeat lulling her to a calm, the peace only further corrupting the grotesque vision, even seeing strains of fur trickling off for the onyx pigment to unearth.
“Why's this happenii-ing?” she cried out with a voice shaking in dread.
“Isn't it lovely? So hive-like, a wonderful site to craft gifts for the good of the hive, so much fun!” Regularity danced in, wings buzzing and hooves busily redecorating droves of emerald mucus.
“This ain't funny, never was funny, what have you don-nng. Aahrng…,” Applejack strained, her whole torso quivering, a wave of endorphins unplugged from the deepest reaches of her mind, padding the pain in layers of fluffy frosting.
“Phwaa, haa, ha, oh-oh that is not funny, they are in my head, they are eating my mind, somepony please help the are eatin' my mind!”
“Oh, but we are making such progress, darling,” Regularity insisted and cupped the mare's gut, squishing and trailing along the bulges tumbling within, “oh yes, if you only learn to show some care to these beauties you'll be well on your way to being a wonderful brood mare.” She brushed off a hoofful of fur from Applejack's coat, grooming her with nuzzles and rubs to broaden the patches of transmuted chitin.
Pangs of emotions burst through the mare as she witnessed her own coat being brushed off in tufts, pangs of… relief? That wasn't right, this was horrifying. It still hurt her. But she… wasn't feeling the pain. -Bbwglsh- Her stomach trembles, Applejack gnashing her molars together.
“Nngha, ait feels like pack of timberwolves having a hootenanny in my gut and neglected to invite me,” she burst out.
“Wouldn't you like to join their party then?”
Preposterous, it was preposterous. What did the word preposterous mean again? Applejack pouted, eyes darting this way and that, trying to manually connect synapses in her mind. Preposterous was… a word. Ok, good start gal. It meant… something… good?
“Y-yeah I would but, that is preposter.. pheel, phaa,” Applejack shouted, lips not adhering to her thoughts, but even her thoughts weren't connected to anything, everything was just swimming in a soup of confusion and enforced pleasure. But nothing, none of it was real, all of it fake.
“This is all lies, everything is lying, ya'll are lying, stop lying and let me go,” Applejack shouted with her lungs heaving and throat dry.
“The hive does not lie, there are none who host ill will, we all work together, effort and dedication, your forte, you will fit so well into our family.”
Family. Right, family. That was real, she had a family. What would they say if they saw here now, tattered and broken?
“You aren't fooling me, all of you are lies, made of lies down to yer rotten core, I belong with my family, with Migbac, Pearblossom an-… an… fanny grit?” Applejack slumped forwards, arched from the wall, the congealed bonds making grinding -Sllgshrh- along with her motions. “Ah can't remember, why can't I remember?” There was a nagging in her mind, a little voice calling out words, but it was smothered under a chorus chanting: Migbac, Migbac, Migbac.
“I would say you were spot on with their names,” Regularity pointed out, earning a stare from frail eyes, “they are a forgettable bunch though, surely nothing to bother with, we have more important matters to attend to.”
There was some kind of logic in that, she refused it but it was still there, staring her in the face. If it was important then she would remember, she still had a family, they… Applejack felt her cheeks grow wet, tasted drops of salt leaking onto her tongue. It tasted wrong. -Chhcnh- She felt the tug of the crayon tip prod in her gut, the more she thought of it, the more it felt like a little filly was drawing something in there, it felt…
“Lovely, is it not?” Regularity finished Applejack's thought.
“Ye… w-… wait, that, that is a lie too, I can't… I can't take it.” She hung her head small splatters of saltine fluid hitting her belly and slithering to slash onto the floor.
“Can't stand it, can't stand all these lies, it-it hurts so…”
Watching the orange mare yammer and whimper tugged at something inside Regularity’s mind, a need, a question. She let her hoof roam down Applejack's neck. “You will be fine, you are just being, Dishonest with yourself.”
-Bnd-dbmmb- Her heart clapped, Applejack's breath turning unsteady, each inhale shaking, followed by rapid sighs, as if she was throwing out the concept from her lungs, from her mind, from herself.
“That, that is not true, I am not, it is everything, everythin's fibbin' me, I can't apples what you… I apples you… This is apples apples applesaaahang,” She grunted, spitting out the sound, couching up the grunts of this fringe word. “Wha.. what am I…?” she tilted her head up with streams lining her face, flooding away hairs of orange in their wake, flushing forth the polished carapace.
Regularity cupped the mare's chin. “Selfish, that is what you are. Selfish, in lying to yourself about the hive, fabricating falsehoods….”
Applejack stared into those eyes, the lakes hiding just a dot of brightness, loosing herself within it, breathing slowing down, taking in the magnitude behind every word spoken.
“My body, my body… is lying to me?” she asked, gasping for air, sniffling and holding back and well of tears.
The changeling nodded. “The hive is beauty, it is… love. But love is nothing you harbour, something to restrain, to hoard and lie about, it is earned through giving, no selfish… selfishness will give you nothing but misery.”
“M-misery,” Applejack parroted, clutching to the word, melding it together with the sensations ripping through her in the moment, yes, this was misery. But it wasn't alone, there was frustration, boiling, brewing past the brim of what her body could contain, fomenting like suds.
“Misery, pain… is this… is it all?” She wondered, even herself not grasping the intent behind the question.
With Applejack's body ravaged with toxins, siphoned through her bloodstream by the parasites, her heart drying with each beat of circulating the venom to every nook and cranny of her being, coagulating through her tissue, molten sinew restructured, weaved into layers of hardened dermis. The chemical compounds raging through her sent signals her brain couldn't interpret, the more she thought, the further detached she became, the less everything made sense, the more anger was procreated. Frustrations at the lies, at everything, it raised her pulse, trapping her in the toxin's clutches.
“Wh-wha's…. whatst, mm… I am, lying.” She mumbled, speech garbled as the skin over her lips crumpled and shattered, exposing freshly bound tissue underneath, molars sharpened… fangs of ivory sprouted, as the mare fumbled with her thoughts, words, and with the world. Her pupils grew gigantic, encompassing her eyes with blackness. Tears carved paths of shed fur, charcoal skin hiding beneath, the tear streams formed patterns of the black trenches, until her head and muzzle spoton mimicked a fractured mirror. Breaking, not only on the inside.
“Yes, it is harmful to be self-… a selfless, greedy liar, it hurts not only you, but your family.”
“Fam… fami… famly…”
In response to the blabbering, Regularity brushed over Applejack's stomach, seeing the mare tilt her head and watching the squirms of the larva inside, wriggling and morphing her skin around their silhouettes.
“There is noling who desires harm on those dear, darling. And you will be wonderful, a magnificent, fabulous brood mare, I know it.”
This…. Applejack couldn't piece her mind together, but she could still hear, that phrase… it…. everything else was lies, everything else hurt. But, what that changeling said, was true. It was truth, a single source of truth in her existence, the one pole which she could support herself on, and call reality.
“Brood mare, am… I? Truth?” she mumbled, having a harder time hearing her words, the drumming in her torso was drowning it out.
-Bzzrzz- A whirlpool of green miasma poured through her nostrils, creaking and sparking as they slithered, tangled their way up to her forehead, bearing the thoughts and fears she housed, the sensations nested in the cradle of pleasure pulsating from her stomach, all the feelings that didn't belong, gathering between her ears.
And you will deliver so many wonderful gifts to the hive, to the family. Do not hurt yourself, do not pain your body or mind with lies,” Regularity leaned in, closer, instincts dictating her, as she whispered, “be true to yourself.”
-Ghhrsllch- The mare strung up on the wall of the former carousel boutique felt a churn grow in her stomach, it rolled through her torso, bouncing, crawling, and sought its way through her gullet, into her head. -Kkbgllrhhts- She felt but a prick, yet outside, the magic ensnared a bump of growing, black matter on her forehead. -SKKgllth- Coils of gleaming emerald miasma circled shut, as cracks heralded a horn, a spire of onyx chitin erupting from her, bent and disfigured by the chains of magic coiling around it, swirling faster as it grew, harder, tighter.
“T-this… is truth.”
Her mind felt at ease. The moment she admitted, the moment she allowed the pleasure into her heart, it flooded her. Wonderous tingles spanning through her torso, up and down, playing her body like an instrument for a song she poured her whole soul into, a song with the lyrics stripped clean from her life, and played through every pour in her body. And then, it stopped.
-Bzzrllzltch- The magic fizzled out. A sigh chock full of relief left Applejack's lips, all she had energy left for. Then her head remained bobbing, limp… hibernating. This was the last time she heard that song, or knew of those lyrics, her life, performed to her in one instant, and then snuffed out.
Regularity beamed, and kept playing with the unconscious's mare's midsection, longing to be back at the hive with her gift, to bear new younglings, to share this gift, an offering granted both to her mare in front of her, and the whole of her colony.
~ 8 ~
“Rarity, you are not gonna belIEEve who we helped today, there were dragons, and dancers, and dragon dancers an-.”
-Ckkrrrck- The door to the boutique creaked opened, darker than usual, Sweetie belle barely peeked in before her sister emerged, bearing a smile big enough to match her own, which was… an oddity.
“My dearest sister, you have to tell me all about, I am just in the middle of some work, but I always have an ear to spare, perhaps you can help me while you tell your story?”
“That is what I’m TrYYing, to do. So you heard about the dragon dancers right? Well they weren't actual dragons but they did dance so…”
-Crrnddf- The voice of the filly was soon muffled by the door to Regularity's refurbished Carousel Boutique shuttting close.