The Fallen Among the Rising Ones

        >So enraging, so humiliating, so all-consuming. They defeated your hive without so much as a casualty on either side, in such a sickeningly idyllic fashion that would make even the likes of Sombra vomit rainbows at the sight. Your children had long since struggled to find something, anything to make into a home, anything to make them strong again. You had settled in the abandoned lair of a subterranean dragon for the time being, and for what it was worth it was quite the homey setup.

        >The way the beast carved through the earth was not too dissimilar to how your children would build their tunnels, although on a much larger scale. These catacombs went to secret places so deep and so mind-warpingly dark your children were somewhat afraid to delve into the shadow and explore the ancient lair of the once mighty dragon. Even you found yourself hesitating, there was no light in those tunnels, you could see in dark places, but that required a most minute sliver of light to help you see. There was only shadow in those tunnels.

        >It reminded you of Sombra's choking black clouds, snuffing out all life they enveloped, leaving only withered plants and dried out husks that were once considered living creatures.

        >But you knew there was something in there, and if you persevered, you knew there would be some kind of reward. You had your children gather some torches and make their way into the dark, trying to find anything that might be useful to you. They were gone for days, so long that you were considering rallying another party or giving up entirely when they suddenly returned. Two out of the original twelve, broken, demoralized, carrying with them a single egg.

        "What happened?"

        >The crowd that gathered around you three as well as the two drones flinch at the sternness of your voice, and there was a long silence before one spoke up, "The torches went out in hours, mother-queen," One drone said shakily.

        >"The rest of our time in there was spent trying to get home," The second continued, head hung in shame, "So many dead ends, so much darkness, there is something in the stale air of those catacombs, something that worked to slowly kill us by stealing the air from our lungs."

        >The first spoke up again, "All we could find... nay, tripped over, was this," He rested the egg on the ground before you, "This was all that was in the darkness beyond choking fumes," You deftly examine the egg, pressing your fore-hoof against it. It was colder than ice, clearly it died a long time ago.

        "So all you could find me was a sterile egg?"

        >The drones trembled as you continued to examine it.

        "How old is the embryo?"

        >The terror ceases, replaced with confusion, "Forgive us mother-queen, may you repeat that?" You instantly grow irritated with their inability to listen to their own queen.

        "How old is the embryo? I will not ask again, child."

        >"W-we have no way to tell," One started, "It is too cold to-" They both yelp when you smash the egg open, revealing the disturbing mass of flesh within. The crowd around you makes many displeased noises and some you can hear vomit. You meanwhile feel an inward grin, a baby dragon, no bigger than a bird, big enough to be able to fit in one hoof. You lean down to give it a quick sniff and recoil instantly, it was more than developed enough for what you had in mind.

        "If the embryo tastes as good as it smells, I fear I'm going to pass out, so be ready."

        >The drones, as confused as they were, nodded furiously as they made their way to either side of you, ready to catch you if things went south. You fail to swallow the lump in your throat as you stare into the embryo's glazed and underdeveloped eyes.

        "N-nothing ventured-"

        >You lean down and open your mouth.

        "Nothing gained."

        >You hear many gasps of shock and more groans of disgust as you sink your teeth into the stinking carcass, the flesh gave like wet tissue, and you could already feel the contents of your stomach try to force their way up but you manage to control yourself. You hazard a peek and stare into the nightmarish eyes of the unborn infant. You pull back, looking over the holes in the dragon infant's flesh. You failed to pass out, but you'd be having nightmares about this.

        >You hold out a limb to the drone on your left.

        "Bite it."

        >The drone looks shocked, "M-mother-queen, this is not a pony this is a dragon, it will not-"

        "I GAVE YOU AN ORDER WHELP, NOW DO IT!"

        >He bites you out of fear and nothing else. You were used to the pain, this wasn't the first time you'd done this. You hold your bloody limb over the dead embryo and watch as your tainted blood drips into the holes in its body. Everyone present holds their breath as they wait for some sort of response from the embryo.

        >Much to your shock and glee, the veins in its translucent skin turn green. You can't help but laugh at the victory.

        "Excellent!"

        >You turn to the drone to your right.

        "Take the infant to an incubator immediately! Our family has been blessed this day!"

 

        >Three months into development, your labors were finally fruiting visibly. The dead embryo had mutated drastically with the introduction of your blood, its once soft flesh now a thick and spiny exoskeleton, its wings were reabsorbed into the body, replaced with a second set of arms, and its hands transformed into sickle like-claws. You could see it already, a creature truly worthy of standing by your side. It had been so long since you had a consort, and you could see the hybrid as an adequate equal. The raw power of a dragon, the intellect of a changeling, seamlessly married into a perfect monster.

        >You paused at the thought. If the embryo was still alive, if its heart still beat, you would've had a breeder donate her blood. Instead it had been blessed with the blood of a queen, for the first time in a long while, you technically had a larva on the way. Your blood flowed through it, a drone of your pure bloodline-

        >No, this was far more than any worthless drone, this infant would grow into a warrior, a general, a consort, a devil to those that opposed it. One thing's for certain though, you were going to be a proud mother.

 

        >Seven months into development the formerly dead embryo had finally opened its eyes. When you came to check in, it would watch you with visible curiosity, and you could see it recognized you as its mother. It was uncanny how infants worked, able to tell who was who at a glance. You smile as you approach the hybrid's incubator, noting that its wings hadn't grown yet.

        "Hello little one."

        >The unborn eyes you with familiarity apparent in its eyes. Slowly it cranes its head toward you before bumping into the stiff membrane that encased it, earning a small chuckle from you.

        "To think something so innocent would be destined for such great things. Some will consider your future a terrible curse, but I look upon you now and know your conception for what it truly is, a blessing."

        >The larva makes another attempt to get closer, bumping into its incubator's casing yet again.

        “Maybe too innocent for your own good.”

 

        >A whole year had passed since being put in that incubator, and finally the infant was ready to come out. You were there to personally oversee the hybrid's birth, to make sure your subordinates didn't do anything that could remotely jeopardize this. The larva dropped out of its incubator with a thud, exhausted by its attempts to get out. Still, it manages to raise its head, look around. The hybrid let out a few heavy breaths before attempting to climb to its feet.

        >You take a peek between its hind-legs, spotting something green and slimy retreat into a barely noticeable slit between its scales. A male, you'd have to break a few rules, but he would still make a good consort. You look to the crowd that had joined in watching the dead embryo's rebirth, varying levels of glee, fear, and one or two had simply fainted.

        >Slowly you make your way over to the draconian larva, he was nearly half the size of a drone and just came out of the incubator. You wonder how large he will get upon reaching maturity. The larva finally notices you as his limbs struggle to support his weight for the first time. You lower your face to his level.

        “Welcome to life, my child.”

        >The larva chirps audibly in response, putting every ounce of its strength into turning its body to face you. With another laugh you stop him before he pulls something.

        “The world wasn't made in one day, I think you can wait to learn how to walk.”

        >Your horn flares to life and lifts the surprised larva onto your back.

        “Come my child, there is something I must show you.”

        >You set a gentle pace as not to scare the infant, unfortunately he still digs his claws into your flesh from fear of falling, you wince, but are still a big girl about it. You carry the terrified and curious larva to your private chambers, to a balcony that overlooked the heart of the hive itself. You use your magic to lift the hybrid off of your back and place him on the railing.

        “Do you see all of this my child?”

        >The infant tries to lean forward to look below, but your magic grip impedes him.

        “Not too far child, I don't plan on losing you anytime soon.”

        >With a chirp the larva's posture straightens.

        “Everyone you see before you is your new family, you will never be alone so long as you are one of us.”

        >The larva tries to stand up, chirping at the hustle and bustle below. You laugh at his ambition.

        “Soon my child, before too long you will be giving orders, making speeches, leading us into battle.”

        >You kiss the hybrid's cheek.

        “All of it in due time.”

        >He turns to you with curiosity, unable to care for or comprehend what you just old him. You furrow your brow as you regard the infant.

        “Now all I to do is give you a good name.”

        >The answer came to you instantly.

        “Seath.”

        >The infant cocks his head as he continues to stare blankly.

        “I think I'll call you Seath, after all we'll need something regal for you.”

        >An ambiguous chirp emerges from the hybrid.

        “That's what I thought.”

 

        >Three years later, and those wings had yet to come.

        >You let the breeders take Seath to his last group feeding today. Once he came back, it would be time to teach your larva how to harvest love for himself. This was something you had been looking forward to for quite some time, it had been so long since you had a larva to teach, and even longer since you took somepony feeding. Being the queen, you shared with no-one, and to be honest it sometimes got a little lonely sometimes. You were going to savor the time with your larva, as there was a good chance that only these furtive months would give you the chance to dine with company.

        >You see Seath dropped off on your balcony, scroll in his maw. He was getting very large, just a little larger than you now. You wondered if he would grow into a full-grown dragon, or if his changeling blood would force him to a smaller stature.

        “What's in your mouth, Seath?”

        >Your larva rests the scroll on the floor before you. You could tell from his posture that he wasn't in any trouble, but it was something he was a little upset about. Pulling the scroll over with your magic and opening it you find it is only to inform you Seath is now too old to feed with the other larvae. You glance up to your larva, who still looks a little upset about the situation. Poor boy, good thing you were about to cheer him up. Tossing the scroll aside you begin.

        “Seath, there's a point in every changeling's life when they must learn to feed themselves. It may be upsetting now, but who knows, you might just come to like feeding alone.”

        >The hybrid furrows his brow before nodding in acquiesce.

        “Dinner will be here soon my child, momma will show you the ropes.”

        >As if on cue a few changelings arrive with a sleeping pony in tow. They lay out a mat and rest her on it before retreating back out of your chambers, returning only when you had your fill. You watch Seath eye the comatose mare curiously, she was elderly, but those ones often had the best treats. A perfect start for your boy.

        “You've entered dreams of your own accord no? They taught you this?”

        >The hybrid rests his head on the mare's back and closes his eyes in response. It was difficult to tell when somepony was feeding unless you went in to check. So you press your horn against the mare and enter her dreams as well.

 

        >The current dream had something to do with the mare meeting her grandchild for the first time. Simple, easy, and little effort required. These old timers were so easy, but they were filling. You'd rather conquer younger ponies, but you had to put on a show to get what you wanted from them. So here you are, sitting on a mat while the old mare cradles Seath in her forelimbs, “He is such a little angel, Velvet,” The older mare said absently, you put on a fake smile as you watch her continue to spoil the little drake. While he was getting most of the love, you got some just by being her daughter.

        “I'm glad he likes you mom. He doesn't really care much for his father though.”

        >”Don't fret too much darling, he'll warm up in due time,” She coos and nuzzles your larva as if it were her own, which somewhat bothered you. The way your kind handled the young was far less... personal. It was up to the drones to oversee the young, to feed them, to nurture them, the females dealt with the more important things.

        >“I wish your grandfather was still alive to see you,” The mare says, as she continues to cradle Seath, “You are destined for great things little one,” You couldn't help but nod your head in agreement. The hybrid would lead your children to glory, grind those worthless alicorn sisters into the dust, and Cadence... oh you had something special in mind for her.

        >Seath meanwhile was simply eating up the love he was getting like a glutton, you wonder what he'd do with his future ability to feed alone. You swore that if love could manifest in the body physically, he'd be on the morbidly obese spectrum in due time.

        >A yawn breaks you out of your thoughts. The mare was clearly getting tired, and she handed you the rather content Seath, “I'm getting tired Velvet,” She says with a yawn, “I think I need to lie down.”

        “That's okay mom, we'll come by again soon okay?”

 

        >You awaken in the same position you entered the elderly mare's dream. Seath resting his head on her, and you touching her with your horn. The larva lifts his head to look at you as you stand back up.

        “You took the easy role, I was the one who had to actually work a little for dinner.”

        >In spite of your stern tone you lean down and kiss Seath's head.

        “I'm proud of you, it takes a good thief to steal a role from me..”

        >The hybrid eyes you carefully, unsure of how to feel in regard to your praise.

        “You may know how to fill the role of a brain-dead infant, but you'll find yourself feeding on the younger generation more and more.”

        >Seath stares blankly as he listens to you.

        “So I think you need a crash course in the art of seduction.”

        >The halfbreed cocks his head out of sheer obliviousness.

        “Wait here, I'm going to find a volunteer.”

        >You give Seath one last look, who continues to stare in confusion. You allow yourself a smile, that innocence was going to disappear really quick. You peek out of your quarters and spot a waiting drone.

        “You there, come here.”

        >The drone instantly complies, joining you in your quarters with the eternally oblivious Seath, you gesture to the hybrid.

        “As I'm sure you are aware, this is Seath.”

        >The drone dips his head, “Yes mother-queen, he's been the subject of many conversations.”

        “And I'm also sure you're aware he must be taught how to fend for himself.”

        >Another nod from the drone, “Should I fetch a breeder?” You shake your head.

        “They're in season, and I don't want a bunch of mutants around, especially if they're born crippled.”

        >You smile darkly as you eye the drone.

        “I think you'll do nicely.”

        >The drone nearly jumps out of his skin, but knows his place, “U-understood,” He starts trembling as he approaches Seath, “H-hello... hybrid,” Seath cocks his head in response, letting out a small chirp before glancing to you for guidance. You trot over to your larva, ready to lay it all out for him.

        “Seath, this drone here is going to help you learn some various techniques and methods that can be employed to harvest love.”

        >You can practically see your words breeze past the larva's ears, perhaps a more direct approach.

        “Momma's going to teach you about sex.”

        >The same blank expression.

        “Okay this is going nowhere.”

        >You force the drone to turn around and present himself to the increasingly confused Seath, who looks to you once again for guidance.

        “Come a little closer Seath, this will be easier on all of us if you do.”

        >Your larva complies, trusting you completely. He eyes the drone's growing erection curiously, hesitantly poking it with a claw. He ears a very soft gasp from the drone, which was about to pressure the hybrid into touching the drone again before you intervene.

        “You aren't going to be playing with that.”

        >Seath once again looks to you for guidance, holding out his claw to you in silent request. You slowly move his claw to the little pucker above the drone's member.

        “The dominant ones are the ones who put it in.”

        >Seath eyes the drone's asshole curiously, and the drone shivers when he feels the hybrid's breath grace it. Seath cocks his head at the drone's reaction before prodding him gently with his claw, and the reaction is a very humiliated gasp. You watch as Seath tries putting more pressure in his prodding, growing more and more fascinated with the drone's reactions to his touch. Then there is a yelp from the drone as Seath's claw finally parts his anus and starts forcing his way in.

        “Keep it up my child.

        >You lean down to the drone's level, his face red from the humiliating position he's in and the fact that he's being violated by what many have called a “hybrid freak.”

        “How does it feel? If he tries to hilt his claw he might just break you in half.”

        >The drone whimpers at the thought you plant in his head, at the hybrid that continues to violate him with your guidance. You kiss the drone's forehead and gently rub his back.

        “It's okay, I won't let him break you too bad.”

        >You look back to Seath, whose fascination was continuing to grow. He pulls his claw back out of the drone and watches as his stretched anus attempts to recover from the sudden withdrawal. The hybrid once again tries pushing his claw in, and the drone starts panting as his ass starts to accept the invasion.

        “Does it feel good?”

        >The drone shakes his head furiously, but the panting and whimpering told you otherwise. You stand back up before making your way over to Seath, who pays you little mind as he continues to violate the poor drone before him. You peek your head between his legs and start licking random scales along his abdomen. Seath jumps at the contact and looks down to you, the drone forgotten.

        “Don't mind me, child, you have your own work to do.”

        >Hesitantly Seath returns to his “work,” alternating between pulling his claw out and sliding it back in. Meanwhile you finally find the proper abdominal scales and part them with your tongue, trying to coax his member out. You had to be a little patient with him, he seemed a bit shy about coming out to play. But after a few licks Seath's legs tremble slightly and his phallus follows your tongue out into the cold air.

        “So sharp, nothing like a stallion's.”

        >You drag your tongue along the ridged bottom, imagining the feeling of them rubbing against your clit as he furiously rut you. Thanks to your tongue Seath's alien member continues to peek out, and gleefully you wrap your lips around the tip. Seath once again jumps but judging from the drone's growing moans it is encouraging him to let instinct take over.

        >As you start to take more of him in your mouth something pokes your forehead. You open your eyes and spot a second tip standing proudly before you, slightly smaller than the first, but still quite the sight. This one did not bear the ridges of the first, and it offered you a cute little image of having both of your holes filled by your larva. This forced you to admit that donating your blood was the best thing you ever did.

        >Seath would be quite popular with the females, two heads are better than one after all. But this created a little dilemma, you pull away to look back to the drone, only one small, virgin asshole. Then you look to Seath's glorious twin shafts, twitching painfully and begging for action. You can't help but laugh at the providence.

        “I guess I get one all to myself.”

        >You look up to Seath, who is looking down at you.

        “Pull out, he's loose enough”

        >Seath looks confused, but complies before looking to you for guidance once more. You kiss his lower phallus before responding.

        “We're putting this in him now.

        >Once again brutally confused, Seath only stares. With a roll of your eyes you use your magic to guide him into mounting the drone, who shuts his eyes tightly and awaits the inevitable. Catching the hint, your larva maneuvers himself into a more comfortable position and pushes the drone's head to the ground, earning another soft whimper. You stop the hybrid when you notice both cocks pressing against the drone's anus.

        “Just one, Seath, momma wants one for herself.”

        >After a silent moment of more confusion the hybrid nods in acquiesce, allowing the smaller of the two to peak from between the drone's flank cheeks. You wait for the inevitable increase in gasps as Seath finally starts pushing, and the drone delivers with grace, his head resting against the ground as Seath holds his flank into the air. The drone lets out a hot breath as Seath finally introduces his full length to the changeling pinned beneath him. After several seconds Seath pulls out, and you see those ridges along the bottom of his length in action. The drone trembles and jumps as each ridge tugs at his inner walls.

        >Then instinct happened.

        >Of his own accord, Seath began to slowly buck the drone beneath him, who was constantly squirming in discomfort, making sweet little sounds of humiliated pleasure. As you watched you were glad you didn't bring a breeder up, then you wouldn't have a dick to play with yourself. You make your way over and gently push Seath's chest, and the hybrid leans back enough to give you access to his second member. You eagerly take it into your mouth and let your larva buck against the both of you.

        >Your larva was absolutely pulverizing that poor drone's ass, you didn't think anyone could put so much power into each thrust, you actually had to pull away and watch. The drone continued to moan and cry out in pleasure, and Seath answered with low growls and guttural roars, a far cry from the curious chirps he usually made. You were about to join back in when you saw something that stoked a fire in your belly. With a moan the drone hit his peak, shooting semen all over the floor. Seath made the drone cum just from rutting him so hard.

        “That's my boy.”

        >But in spite of how brutal a lay he was, his inexperience finally shone through. With several more incredibly sharp thrusts and the loud slapping of thighs the hybrid reached his own limit. Both of Seath's cocks blew their load in and on the drone, who could only whimper pathetically and take solace in the fact that the hybrid freak was satisfied. Seath finally released the exhausted drone, letting him crumple to the floor pathetically.

        “Well done Seath. Endurance could use a little work, but beyond that excellent job.”

        >Your larva looks at you tiredly before slowly making his way into your bedroom. You look back to the drone, who was not glowing in both embarrassment and satisfaction.

        “Thank you for your assistance.”

        >The drone gives you a dark look before looking forlornly at Seath's retreating form. He then limps his way out, eager to recover from the day's events. You had a feeling that drone would be back, you can't go dragon and then go back, even if he was only a halfbreed.

 

        >With a sigh you join your larva in bed. You tried to make him move but he snapped at you, nobody snapped at you before, and you didn't really want to be on the receiving end of those teeth. They looked like they could chew up the strongest armor like it was taffy. Hesitantly you lay down next to the belligerent larva, who seems more accepting of you presence now that you're not trying to push him. He even goes as far as snuggling up to you, something you can't help but return.

        >He may have lost his innocence today, but he was still in that mindset. You could indulge him for now, it was nice to have the company. With a content sigh you close your eyes, listening to your larva's soft breathing.

 

        >“Cadence!”

        >The crystal princess is unable to answer, her mouth stuffed with the smaller of Seath's draconic members. You had pinned Shining Armor with your magic, forced him to watch your larva claim Cadence for himself. Seath was as you imagined him. Mature, four times your size, finally brandishing the monstrous wings you'd been waiting four years for. He actually had his own horn, his own magic thanks to your blood flowing through him.

        >”Make him stop Chrysalis! Please I'll do whatever you want, just tell him to stop!” You can't help but bathe in the satisfaction that came from Shining Armor's begging.

        “You brought this upon yourself, my sweet prince. You could've wiped us all out, but instead you banish us. How could you not think we would return stronger than ever?”

        >The unicorn growled, “You hardly did this yourself. That hybrid freak of yours was the reason you won, without him-” You cut him off with a hard slap.

        “I'm being merciful with Cadence, but I think that comment warrants some sort of punishment, don't you?”

        >That shut him up, however you still wanted to make him suffer. You wanted to see the light in his eyes dull as his heart finally breaks. You turn to your larva, who is growling ferociously, threatening to gut Cadence with a claw if she is unable to please him.

        “Seath.”

        >You hear an acknowledging grunt from him, but he is far more interested in Cadence's mouth.

        “I think it's time you show her the joys of rutting a dragon.”

        >The look of horror on Cadence's face made it all worth it, and Shining Armor's continued begging made for an excellent bonus. Seath pulls his slick cock out of the crystal princess's mouth, and the throneroom fills with the sound of her coughing as she tries to recover from him. The hybrid's colossal horn flares to life with a nightmarish aura, forcing Cadence into presenting herself to him.

        >Shining Armor struggles in your magical grip, “Let her go!” You slam his head into the ground several times until he is too dazed to move.

        “Enough. Your remark made this happen, Cadence can thank you for this.”

        >You both return your eyes to the horrified alicorn and the eager hybrid. Cadence shuts her eyes tightly in anticipation, Seath's magic totally immobilizing her. He leans down to give her rear a husk lick, which causes Cadence to shiver, ”Crrrystal prrrincess~,” Seath purrs, giving her marehood another lick.

        >”P-please-” Cadence gasps, Seath's magic allowing her to move somewhat, “Please don't...” The hybrid pays her little mind, giving her slit a hard lick before dragging his tongue up to her anus, which elicits this response, “Ah~! Not there! Please, a-anywhere but-” She squeals as her anus is forced open by Seath's barbed tongue.

        “Looks like she's starting to enjoy it, I think you have some competition, prince.”

        >”B-bitch,” You decide to ignore that comment. He'd learn soon enough.

        >Cadence is now silent save for the humiliating moans she constantly failed to muffle. Seath continues to work her ass with his tongue, waiting until her quivering hole is of satisfactory looseness. After a few more minutes Seath pulls out his tongue, Cadence shivering at the sudden withdrawal.

        “She's ready to take both of them Shining, let's get closer and watch.”

        >The unicorn says nothing as you drag him closer to Seath and Cadence. The hybrid growls at Shining Armor's approach, so you speak up.

        “I want him to watch you fuck her.”

        >Seath gives you an annoyed look, but complies nonetheless. He lies on his side, pulling Cadence into a spooning position. This would give both you and Shining armor a good view of all the action. You look to Shining Armor, who has lost the will to struggle as he watches Seath's twin members prod both of Cadence's holes.

        >The crystal princess whimpers out her husband's name, but he does not respond. She does this a couple more times before Seath starts pushing into her. Cadence gasps and starts struggling in the hybrid's vice grip. She kicks him, strikes him, anything to try and escape. Seath growls in annoyance before punishing her for her attempts to escape. When her hoof slapped into his face for the fourth time, Seath retaliated by catching it in his maw. She screams as blood is drawn, and Shining Armor suddenly reanimates.

        >”THAT'S IT!” He struggles in your magical grip with newfound vigor, forcing you to actually put effort into containing the enraged stallion. Seath releases Cadence's leg, just to spit her blood on Shining Armor's face, which was making it harder for you to hold him back.

        >Seath starts bucking Cadence, who is still weeping from the pain of his bite. The hybrid leans down, tenderly lapping up the alicorn's blood, “Tasssstes gooood,” He rasps out. The crystal princess only whimpers as her body tries to cope with both the pleasure and the pain.

        >You feel your hind legs quiver and heat pool in your belly as you watch your larva violate Cadence. Unfortunately, this sudden arousal causes you to accidentally lose your grip on the unicorn, who immediately attempts to charge into Seath. The hybrid answers with his twisted magic coiling around the stallion and immobilizing him. Shining armor struggles valiantly until he suddenly stops. You follow his eyes to see that Seath's magic is no longer pinning Cadence, in fact if she wanted she could easily escape the hybrid.

        >But all she did was start moving against his momentum, moaning in pleasure as both of her holes are pounded by your larva's twin members.

        >There it was, you could see it. The defiant fire in Shining Armor's eyes faded, his face falling into a distraught and sorrowful grimace. You can't help yourself, you start laughing.

        “I wonder how it feels, to watch your mate willingly consort with your greatest enemy.”

        >He says nothing, only watches Cadence give in to Seath's actions. You decide to make your move, trotting over to the stallion.

        “Why don't you get even? There's a perfectly good queen right in front of you.”

        >You look to Seath, silently commanding him to release the unicorn. The hybrid readily complies, gently setting Shining Armor to the ground. He looks to you, emotionally vulnerable, his broken heart malleable. You don't need to cast a spell to convince him, all you did was turn around and flick your tail to the side. The stallion willingly mounts you. You croon as he grinds himself against your flank.

        “I missed this, sweet prince. I'm so glad you came back to me.”

        >You let him push you to the ground and turn you on your back, both of you watching Seath and Cadence while getting ready for your own fun. You see Cadence's tongue slide out of her mouth, her moans picking up in pitch, “S-so good!” Cadence cries out as Seath's pace increases dramatically. You could see the ridges on his cock rubbing against her clit every time he pulled out. You had to try him for yourself some day, you wanted to know the feeling.

        >You gasp as you feel Shining Armor prod your slit, returning your attention to him.

        “Don't let them have all the fun dear. You shouldn't be left out.”

        >He continues to tease you, but you don't really feel like complaining. Then you feel something hard, armored slide against the crevice of your flank, which forces a hot breath out of you. You crane your head around to see Seath's tail rubbing your flank. You look to your larva, who appears to be occupied with Cadence.

        “Little monster. Can't be satisfied with one female can you?”

        >Seath spares you a glance before Cadence places pulls his face down to hers, “K-kiss me,” She begs. The hybrid lacked lips, but tried his best to comply by pressing his fanged maw against her lips, eagerly parting when her tongue comes into contact with his teeth. Then everything went black.

 

        >In spite of everything going silent, you could still feel something grinding against your flank-cheeks and pussy. Lazily you open your eyes and realize that you were in your bed, that the sweet, heartwarming events earlier were just a dream. You slowly crane your head around to see that Seath is spooning you, grinding your rear earnestly. You smile at your larva. He got his first taste of sex, and now he wants more.

        “Seath.”

        >You call his name in a soft and motherly tone, and the hybrid responds with a tired groan. You call his name again, and this time he opens his eyes, greeted with your blushing face and aroused smile. He freezes, but you encouragingly grind him yourself.

        “Does baby like his mommy's ass?”

        >The hybrid lets out a soft gasp as he buries his face into your shoulder. You giggle as he wraps his arms around you, hesitantly starting to move with you. You were so lost in the pleasure you barely caught your larva's first words, “Mrrrr, mmomaaa,” He rasps out. You feel both your heart and your belly warm.

        “Does baby wanna fuck his mommy?”

        >Seath nods furiously against you. You feel his tail wrap around one of your hind legs, gently tugging it. You croon as you feel his smaller member find your anus.

        “Mmm~, I think momma wants to fuck baby.”

        >The hybrid's breaths pick up as you guide the tip of his larger member into your pussy.

        “Don't hold back Seath, cum inside mommy as much as you like.”

        >With your consent, the hybrid had little reason to remain apprehensive. His scythe-like talons grip your body tightly as he starts to slide in both shafts, and predictably your ass puts up more of a fight. Seath growls in annoyance as he pushes harder against you, and you can't help but instinctively tense in discomfort as your anus is forcefully parted by the hybrid's slick member. With a soft hiss Seath is finally allowed to feel your plump rear press against him. You meanwhile find yourself tensing in anticipation of those lovely ridges you'd been fantasizing about. While you appreciated that he was being gentle for your sake, you wanted him to throw caution to the wind. You conjure the memory of the drone he brutalized, that's what you wanted.

        “Seath.”

        >You feel his talons tighten into a vice, his tail splay your hind-legs.

        “Remember how you treated that poor drone?”

        >The hybrid pauses as you gingerly wrap a fore-leg around him.

        “Break mommy like you did him.”

        >With a low growl Seath does just that, and you are blessed with the feeling of those sharp ridges tugging on your clit. You tremble immensely at the feeling of those ridges, of both holes stuffed with slick reptilian cock, and the sweet little breaths of your larva as he gives in to instinct. He continues to thrust madly, driving your body mad from the overload of stimuli he was giving you. Your gentle grip turns into a vice and your voice is reduced to loud gasps as you try to cope with him. If every time would be like this, the hybrid would be a shoe-in for consort without question. After a torturous few minutes of sensory overload your body finally gets accustomed to Seath's actions, and you manage to recompose yourself. Your grip slacks and Seath lets out a loud gasp, apparently you had forced him to hold his breath when you put him into a headlock.

        “Sorry Seath, you just make mommy feel too good.”

        >With an annoyed huff Seath decides to change things up, with a powerful shove he forces you onto your chest, gripping your flank tightly just like the drone before you. He immediately sets back to work, thrusting you madly and without much coordination.

        “Just like that baby, ah~, make mommy your plaything.”

        >Your larva leans down next to you, giving your cheek a loving lick, likely his equivalent to a kiss given his lack of lips. When you feel his barbed tongue lap at your lips you gladly open your mouth and let him slither inside. His tongue coils around yours possessively, totally dominating you as he makes every sound of pleasure from you an audible moan. You wrap your lips around him, gently suckling his tongue like it was another certain muscle.

        >You let go of him when he suddenly pulls out of you.

        “Seath?”

        >The hybrid crawls over you, brandishing his twin shafts to you. You laugh.

        “Oh alright, I suppose I could give you a quick suck.”

        >You surprise your larva by taking both of them into your mouth at once. Seath lets out a pleased hiss as you gently push him onto his back, still suckling him lovingly. With his free talon he gently parts your mane so he can get a better look at you as your head bobs in his lap, you look to him and smile sweetly. He wasn't what you expected, you expected him to brutalize you the moment he put it in, but he was quite gentle with you until you told him you wanted otherwise.

        >”M-ma... maaa,” Seath groans, causing you to pull away. He was close, and you wanted him properly. You slowly climb on top of him, but pause when you realize that you'd have to take the ridged member in your ass to ride him properly. You roll your eyes at the providence before settling on top of him, using your magic to place both members to their assigned orifice.

        “Okay Seath, don't hold back for my sake. Cum whenever you want.”

        >You push down, guiding your larva back inside to your welcoming sex and anus. After taking all of him in you let yourself get accustomed to the larger shaft inside your more stubborn hole before setting a pace. You gasp when you feel those ridges tug your inner flesh like serrated teeth, the sensation was so alien, no stallion you rutted in the past gave you this feeling. Seath once again coils around you possessively, tail wrapping around yours, talons gripping you just enough to hurt a little, and his face buried into the crook of your neck as he moves against you. You could feel his twins pulsing inside of you, so you put a bit more power into your movements to try and coax his seed out.

        >It works like a charm, with a strained half-growl Seath blows his load, filling all of you to the brim. You moan loudly and shudder at the always sweet feeling of hot semen flooding your body. You lean down and shower your larva with chaste kisses.

        “Enjoy yourself?”

        >Seath nods slowly, panting softly as he recovers from playing with you. Just as you climb off of him something sharp and armored forces its way into your ass. You scream at the sudden violation, and the invader wastes no time slithering in and out of you. Panting madly you lean over just enough to spot the thing responsible. Seath's tail, which suddenly thrusts you. You gasp as you wrap your forelimbs around him, clinging for dear life as he continues to violate your ass, semen spilling out with each withdrawal. You then feel a talon find its way to your clit, rubbing it with a jarring tenderness. When your larva wants you to cum, he REALLY wants you to cum.

        “S-Seath- oh Seath! Keep going! Violate me, make your mommy cum!”

        >It only takes a few passing moments of ecstasy for him to finally make you hit your peak. Your legs tremble before giving out on you entirely, and you collapse on top of your larva, who awaits you with open arms. You finally join in on the chorus of sharp panting with the hybrid, his tail still nestled into your rear.

        “I think we can wait a little longer before getting up today.”

        >You feel Seath's tail pull out of you and coil around your leg again. With a gentle sigh you snuggle into his rough carapace, which for some reason seems quite comfortable. Maybe you could get back to that sweet dream you were having.

 

        >You awake alone, without the sweet dream you were hoping for. Your bed was stained horribly with Seath's seed, you'll have to have a drone trash the sheets, they were beyond hope now. With a tired groan you roll out of your bed and lazily make your way to your balcony, where you're greeted with a strange sight.

        >There was some sort of cocoon, made of fleshy webbing and pulsating grotesquely. You could barely make out a vaguely familiar form within.

        “Seath?”

        >Of course there is no answer, but the sight leaves you a little worried. In all of your years no changeling had concealed itself in a fleshy cocoon. You knew the hybrid would be uncharted territory, but this was pushing the envelope. You decided to leave the cocoon as it was, unwilling to mess with it and jeopardize whatever was happening to Seath and transform him into a bubbling mass of tumors.

        “I hope you're okay.”

        >You wouldn't know for certain for a long time.

 

        “The patrols are gone?”

        >”Yes, mother-queen. The desert emperor is far more interested in his invasion, his patrols have been reassigned to fight in the north. He no longer deems us worthy of his time,” You Scrutinize the map laid out before you, looking for any subtle nuance that told you the cruel stallion did not turn his back on you. The elite drone cleared his throat, “D-do you... fear him?” You offer the drone a cold glare, and he shrinks under your gaze.

        “I never believed in alicorns being gods on earth. However given the young emperor's talents for battle and conquest, he's the closest we'll ever get to a god of war. I do not fear him, but I do respect the power he commands. It... was my hope that I could manipulate that power, push him into destroying our enemies.”

        >”You could have told him of the crystal princess yourself,” The drone responded, “Why did you hide it from him while you were in his custody?” You sigh as your eyes return to the map.

        “Equestria is what's standing between him and the Crystal Empire. If he learned that Celestia was ready to protect Cadence from him, that she was hiding her role in our banishment from him, his hunger for retribution would finally overpower him. The pain of betrayal and the ensuing rage would push him into an invasion, and Equestria would be trampled into the dust in his charge to the Crystal Empire. He would've been the tool of my vengeance.”

        >”And he did not learn?” The drone asked.

        “I do not know. As soon as he returned his attention went north. He's up to something, but even I do not know what.”

        >A long silence filled your room before the drone spoke up, “The hybrid has been occupying your thoughts,” He states simply, “He has yet to emerge from the cocoon,” The both of you eye the balcony said cocoon sat on. It had doubled in size in the last month, and the once recognizable form of Seath had grown into something far more monstrous.

        “He has not shown any sign of hatching soon either.”

        >”Do you plan on following through with your plans?” The elite drone asked, “To make him your consort? That is a role reserved for the infant queens.”

        “Seath holds great potential... assuming he ever gets out of that thing.”

        >But that time did not seem to be approaching as fast as you wanted it to. Seath was taking his sweet time undergoing his evolution, you could only hope the wait would be worth it.

        >”And if he does not?” The drone asks. Your face falls, you didn't want to think about that.

 

        >Two weeks later.

        >You were so eager, so ready for Seath to emerge from that disgusting prison of flesh, you had actually set out a mat next to it for you to rest on, to be there the moment he emerged. It seemed that your desire to see the hybrid again was starting to drive you mad, because for some reason you started talking to him.

        “I was thinking about what we will do once you are free. As eager as I am to return to Canterlot I think we could use a bit of... alone time before then. It's been torture without you, since that night.”

        >You press your fore-hoof against the soft membrane that separated you from your larva.

        “I've missed feeling your body against mine, missed your soft breaths lulling me to sleep, but most of all I've missed your taste.”

        >You jump when the membrane shifts, and you spot the glowing eyes of the hulk within, staring back at you. You find yourself stunned, petrified and unable to make a single sound.

        >He was awake.

        “S-Seath?”

        >A guttural sound emerges from the cocoon, an acknowledgment that sends your heart aflutter. The membrane is stretched to its limit as Seath leans forward, trying to make his way closer to you. You could spot the large horn on his head, threatening to tear the veil of flesh between you and him. He was the spitting image of the monster in your dark dreams, the magnificent beast that overpowered both Cadence and Shining Armor.

        “Come Seath, show me that these last few months without you have been worth it.”

        >Seath's horn finally tears the fleshy walls of the cocoon, and with a roar the hybrid forces the membrane apart. It was like watching him emerge from the incubator all-over again. The euphoria, the dreams of future glory, the majesty of the monster you had created. Your larva pants madly as he collapses to the floor, his reborn body struggling to muster all of its faculties.

        “I'm getting the sweetest feeling of déjà vu.”

        >Just to complete the reenactment you try to get a look between your larva's legs and once again spot his draconic assets, but this time they showed no signs of disappearing. Seath shakily rears onto his hind legs, which are quivering madly as their muscles are put to use for the first time. It doesn't take long for them to give out though, and he falls without any modicum of grace. You can't help but laugh as your larva once again tries to stand up. You put a hoof on his chest, keeping him from getting up again.

        “I don't think you'll be able to stand if all of your blood is going to the wrong place.”

        >You gently caress the hybrid's twins, which draws out a subtle roll of his hips and a shaky breath. You find your amusement growing at the power you had over him when it came to this. You hunker down and kiss the larger of the two, giving the hard ridges along the length of the shaft a slow lick, letting them nip at your tongue.

        “I missed you Seath.”

        >The hybrid groans in response, his colossal claws twitching nervously. Those wouldn't be filling up anyone without tearing them apart. Every time you lean down and lick him, his hips buck. He wants you so bad, months of sitting in that cocoon manifesting into an overpowering frustration. He tries to push you onto your back, but you will have none of it.

        “I want to have you in this hole.”

        >You open your mouth as wide as you can, roll out your tongue, presenting it to him. Seath looks a little confused, so after you're certain he got a good look you speak.

        “Put it in here, I want to taste you again.”

        >You open your mouth once more and close your eyes, silently inviting him to have his fun. Unfortunately Seath was more than just eager to play with his momma again.

        >He forcefully grips your head and quite literally fills you up with both of his shafts. He doesn't even give you enough time to process what's going on before he starts bucking like a demon possessed. He ignores your muffled coughing and gagging, he doesn't care right now, lost in his own pleasure. Meanwhile you were cursing yourself for wanting him this way right after the two of you reunited.

        >It was not like the song, it did not feel so good, it hurt like hell.

        “Mhnn gffhm!” (N-not so rough!)

        >You were promptly and politely ignored. It's not like you could get away anytime soon, the grip he had you in threatened to pop your head off if it got any tighter, so all you could do was try to make the most of this. After some struggling you manage to settle into a more comfortable position, eventually the coughs ceased, the gagging didn't happen as often, and thankfully the tears dried up. You probably looked like a bitch.

        >While probably not out of mercy, Seath pulls you off of him for a moment. You cough up some precum that went down the wrong end of your throat.

        “L-little monster, I thought I was going to choke to death!”

        >Seath frowns as you stroke his twins.

        “You don't get to move this time, got it?”

        >Your larva nods in shameful defeat. With a sigh you take his shafts back into your mouth, this time keen to not let your throat get pulverized. He was bigger than a stallion, he had two of them, and while you appreciated that dragons naturally lubricated themselves, now you realized that no amount of lube made deepthroating them any less painful. At least stallions knew to hold back, Seath was young and didn't realize that just because he can't feel it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. As you bobbed your head in your larva's lap you remembered that Seath was only four years old. It took you years to perfect your skills and mastery of the body, Seath has had sex a grand total of two times.

        >You should take him to the breeders and leave him in their care for a month or two, they'll teach him how to please a female.

        >Bullshit! You are not sharing him with anyone else!

        >You pause, much to the hybrid's irritation. It wouldn't hurt to let the others have their fun with him, and you were all too keen to fantasize about him taking Cadence for a spin.

        >That's so you can get back Shining Armor. Seath belongs to you, only you can choose who he ruts.

        >You return to reality when your larva growls audibly, imploring you to continue as you argued with yourself.

        >If he spends time with the breeders, he'll be better with you.

        >...

        >Just finish him off before you do anything else.

        >With a consensus achieved you pick up the pace, much to the hybrid's joy. You feel his hind-limbs quiver beneath you and his now very large tail cutely coil around one of your legs.

        >You missed that so much.

        >Seath lets out a mighty hiss, you feel his twins start twitching from the pressure, and you try something experimental. Your horn flares to life and claims the hybrid's outright monstrously proportioned horn in its grip. If his horn was magical like you had hoped, then there was a chance-

        >His breath hitches a raw power shoots out from his horn, in this case lightning, lightning that jolted his body constantly. You could feel him jump and twitch as you continued to stimulate his horn. You found his third dick, and it was quite the sight when pleased. Saliva starts leaking from Seath's mouth as he lets out a roar, and you let out a surprised sound as his cocks explode in your mouth. You tried your best to swallow every drop, but so much was coming so fast you had to pull away.

        >To your shock he doesn't stop shooting out all of his spunk just yet, and soon he has nearly painted all of you a delicious shade of white. You pant mostly out of the adrenaline rush his orgasm gave you. He came like a dragon that was in-season, copious, messy, and as you take a moment to start cleaning him up, delicious.

        >Dragons, what surprisingly virile creatures.

        “Your kind never cease to amaze me.”

        >Seath only offers you a confused look, which you wave off casually. He'll figure it out eventually, ponies don't have the testicular capacity of dragons. After cleaning yourself up and helping yourself to the rest of his spunk, you return to the matter you had trouble addressing.

        “Would you like to meet some female friends of mine?”

        >You had him at female, and already he was nodding his head earnestly. You laugh at the raw enthusiasm.

        “I think playing in a group will bless you with some stamina, although once they find out how much you can shoot out in a single go they'll be more busy fighting each other than pleasing you.”

        >And judging by the blank expression on his face he just tuned you out, thinking more about girls. He's not an adult, he's a teenager. With a sigh you trot outside your room.

        “I'll send word, just wait here.”

        >You spot that drone that Seath lost his innocence to, he'd recovered, although he did ask about the hybrid a few times every week. Yeah, he doesn't have a crush and doesn't want his ass destroyed again at all.

        “Get the breeders, I want to introduce them to Seath.”

        >You can tell in his eyes he's jealous, but he complies without a word. You'll think about it, but Seath needs more education with the fairer sex first, and what better way to teach a young male about women than to give him a bunch of perpetually horny females to play with?

        “Oh this is a terrible idea.”

        >You immediately returned to the hybrid, who was waiting patiently, sitting on the floor. You make your way over, and peek your head between his legs.

        “We need to get you ready for your visitors.”

        >You gently kiss the abdominal scales that protect your larva's twin shafts, and this time they are eager to answer you. You can't help but giggle at the lightning response.

        “Oh my, somebody recovered quickly.”

        >Without thinking you start licking him, but Seath has something else in mind. You feel his tail slither across your rear before settling at your lower lips, then he roughly drags his tail and by proxy the armored plates along it across them, eliciting a very pleased gasp from you.

        “Not today Seath, as much as mommy wants you now, she wants you more when you learn how to handle your females.”

        >The hybrid growls in protest.

        “No buts mister. You have some new friends to meet.”

        >Seath snorts in irritation, much to your amusement. Although that didn't stop you from continuing to lap at his twins. Then the knock came, and Seath nearly leapt to his feet in excitement. You stop him from trampling you and force him back to his rump.

        “Now before I let them in, you need to promise me you won't hurt them too bad, they're valuable.”

        >Seath nods.

        “That's not good enough, I want to hear it.”

        >Your larva is a little taken aback, but tries his best to comply. After an awkward silence he tries to speak, but all that comes out is a loud croak that sounds somewhat like a burp. You struggle to keep from busting a gut, barely managing to stifle your giggles, and your tears start running.

        “O-okay Seath. That's g-good enough for- for- pfff-!”

        >You broke right then and there. That was too rich, such an intimidating looking monster struggling to say a little word, and all he gets out is a burp? A few years were added to your lifespan thanks to this moment. A very cross looking Seath gives you time to recover, still waiting for his harem that knocks on the door again.

        “Ohoho, c-come in! Pff that was so adorable.”

        >Seath starts growling at you, but immediately shuts up when he spots several female changelings filter in, and all of them are very interested/terrified in the hybrid before them. They huddled up and kept their distance, trying to hide behind one-another, “M-mother queen?” One starts, “H-he looks so different now,” You shrug in response, sure he was three-times his size now, and he had some rather intimidating new assets, but beyond that he was still the curious little devil they knew.

        “What can I say? He's the first and only dragon-changeling hybrid, there's bound to be a few nuances.”

        >You look to the hybrid, who is staring at them with that look of curiosity he'd wear when he was smaller. If he had the nose of a dragon, it was without question that he could smell the sex on them, and the fact that there were no less than seven females all reeking of it in the same room... well it would likely be overpowering.

        “Seath, these are the breeders. They sustain the hive's population, they used to take you to feed as well.”

        >That caught his attention. He liked visiting them when he needed to feed, and looked heartbroken when the news came when he was getting too old for it. He lets out a chirp, while much deeper, it was familiar. The breeders lose a bit of their fear, and one of them steps forward, “S-seath?” She asks, “Do you remember us?” The hybrid nods slowly, looking over her face briefly before scanning the others. They all whisper amongst themselves while the brave one finally spots the erections you went through the trouble of getting out of him, “T-two?!”

        “He's a dragon sweetie. Seath? Why don't you sit down for her?”

        >Your larva readily complies, and now his twins are standing proudly before the breeders. You could see the hungry glint in their eyes, “How long does he last?” One asked.

        “That's what you're here to improve, although he recovers in an instant, and don't get me started on how much comes out.”

        >You see them collectively shiver, “H-how much?” An amused smile tugs at your lips.

        “Too much for me to swallow in one go.”

        >The ensuing events constituted a bunch of pretty girls all fighting over Seath, and you can already see the boost to his ego because of it.

        “Have fun with him girls, he recovers fast enough for all of you to get your share.”

        >That probably just made it worse, because now they were fighting over portion size. With a laugh you retire to your bed for the day, you had a long day even before your precious hybrid returned to you. As you close your eyes you hear a chorus of moans and a series of guttural sounds joining in soon afterwards, yeah, that was a terrible idea.

 

        >“You put too much faith in your little mutt.”

        >Your eyes snap open as you feel your stomach churn at the sound of that voice. You try to move but are bound in a familiar set of chains. You knew exactly where you were, in his dungeon. You were back in his care. You hear a series of metallic footsteps as he speaks once more, “You don't know how strong he is already, and you don't know how long it will take to tap into his full potential,” Your eyes immediately snap to the floor when you spot the glint of bronze in the shadows, “Shining Armor won't live forever, and Cadence's inexperience will fade in time. For every day you spend training your freak, the more of his potential you need to tap,” You spot a set or armored hooves, the ones that routinely beat you.

        >”Why won't you look at me Chrysalis? The year I wasted with you showed me how eager you were to look at me, to play with me. But ever since that fateful night you can't even acknowledge me,” You feel the bile rising in your throat as you recall the day he finally found a way to hurt you.

        “Leave me alone.”

        >”Even if Seath manages to best Cadence, he'll be hard-pressed to defeat Celestia and Luna. Sure you defeated one sister easily enough, but two? He'd need to be as strong as Discord to accomplish that,” You'd fight at his side if it came down to that, divide and conquer, “And what about me? What if I come to Equestria's aid?” You feel your stomach churn once more, “I don't recall you putting up much of a fight as I shattered your limbs and buried your hive under a mountain's worth of stone and rubble. Do you think they are still down there, Chrysalis? Do you think they still call for their queen, begging for her presence, begging her to comfort them?”

        “Leave me alone.”

        >But your orders do not sway the emperor, “You'll need a lot more than just one Seath to best your enemies and get your revenge. Even if by some miracle he wins, I will put him down in an instant before he can recover. It won't be the first time I've killed your children in front of you,” You gasp when he touches on the subject, “Do you remember that night, when I learned that I had somehow knocked you up? Oh the joy on my end was unparalleled. At last I could take something precious from you.”

        >In the background you hear cries of pain, infant cries.

        >”I especially remembered the look on your face when your body forced you to give birth in front of me, knowing exactly what I planned to do and unable to stop it,” He forces you to look at him with a hoof, stare into the feral emerald of his eyes, “I was always fascinated by the relationship between a parent and a child, how it could be abused and weaponized. I reviled in the face I finally found your Achilles heel, after months of searching I found the one way to hurt you,” The number and loudness of the cries increased dramatically, “How does it feel, knowing you have an enemy who knows you just as well as you know him? I know how to get to you, make you angry,” You feel cold metal caress your flank, “I know how to start the fire in your belly, and best of all,” In spite of everything you look at the emperor for some reason, and spot the emerald blood leaking from his mouth, changeling blood, “I know how to make you hurt.”

        >Then you see a nymph crawl out of the shadows and toward you, “Oh hello there little one,” The cruel stallion says cheerily, “Come to say your last goodbyes?”

        “NO!”

        >However the desert emperor ignores you as he picks up the infant and holds her in front of your face, forcing you to look at her, “Where should we start first?” You feel your eyes starting to well up, “No first choice? Oh well, we'll just go through our normal routine,” The nymph starts squealing in agony as her body is slowly and methodically peeled apart in front of you.

        “Get out get out get out GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!!”

        >Your eyes snap open, still filled with tears. Your bed was drenched in sweat. The drone was right, you were scared of him. You feared Seleucus like nobody else, and worst of all he knew it.