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SOMEONE WRITE A CHANGELING STORY
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>Anon seduces Chrysalis 
>Goes to have sex
>Gets covered in bees


close enough
this is dumb

>The Changeling Queen's private chambers are nothing like you had imagined.
>Instead of the dark, crudely-carved walls and floors of the Hive, you're met with a much more... civilized décor.
>Light grey stone bricks cover the floor and snake half-way up the walls. The upper-half of the walls are made of the same stone as the rest of the hive, but it's been smoothed out and has what appears to be the Hive's history engraved on its surface.
>The craftbugship is of the highest quality.
>A bed dominates the room. You don't know where the Changelings got the wood this far out into the Badlands, but they clearly had no regard for their obviously small reserves when they made this frame.
>Surprisingly, the mattress and blanket look relatively normal, if perhaps a bit greener and stiffer.
>You wouldn't be surprised if it were made of Changeling spit and chitin.
>"Coming, Anonymous?"
>The dark Queen is beckoning you over to her bed, where she lays spread-eagle.
>"If you want to survive, and I know that you do, I expect you to feed me enough love for myself and my Hive to gorge ourselves."
>Her jagged horn, a cruel facsimile of a unicorn's forehead penis, glows a sickly green, and your clothes cease to exist.
>Chrysalis's eyes travel downwards towards your nethers, and she seems pleasantly surprised at what she sees.
>Damned if the sight of her pink pony pussy isn't getting you off.
>"You know," she sighed.
>"I really shouldn't be surprised at your..." Chrysalis growls playfully, staring at you with half-lidded eyes.
>"....plots of land. Your 'marefriends' (she actually tried to make the air quotes with her forehooves) told me all about it when they brought you here."
>What.
>...Oh, no.
>This can't be!
"B-Bon Bon and Lyra...?"
>Chrysalis smiles cruelly at you, clearly taking pleasure in your distress.
>"Don't you mean, Drone #104 and Drone #517?"
>You collapse to your knees.
>This can't be happening.
>Fuck.
>FUCK.
>Distantly you're aware of Chrysalis snorting at you in disgust.
>"Oh, stop feeling so heartbroken and betrayed, Anonymous. Drones #104 and #517 were MOST reluctant to give you up, you know. It was the closest I've had to one of my children disobeying me."
>She chuckles darkly and clops her hooves twice.
>"In fact...."
>The door behind you opens and two sets of hoof-steps let you know that two drones have entered the room.
>>"Sweetheart?"
>She DIDN'T.
>>>"Mister Hands, it... it's us."
>You find the strength to rise to your bare feet and turn to see two drones.
>One is disguised as Bon Bon, while the other is in her natural bug form.
>>"We're sorry, Anonymous."
>Christ!
>You recoil slightly, much to the disappointment of the natural-form drone.
>She's still speaking to you in Lyra's voice.
>>>"You were just so full of love. We couldn't let the Hive starve, Sweetie. Please understand."
>The betrayal must be clear on your face, for neither of the drones could look you in the eye.
>Chrysalis speaks up behind you, apparently finding THIS to be the moment to chime in.
>"Let the feeding commence!"
>Bon Bon-drone, the one still in her pony-form, lets out a weary sigh.
>>"Time for the bees."
>Time for the what.
>No, seriously; time for the WHAT!?"
>BBZZZZZZ
>You whip your head around to see Chrysalis spitting bees out from her mouth.
>They swarm around you, latching onto your body while you flail and scream.
>"Girls, I like my stallions like I like my coffee. How is that, I ask?"
>The two drones speak simultaneously.
>>>"Covered in bees!"

The End.