Dadling (AnonXChysalisXNMM)

>Based on a one shot by Anonymous about Anon being married to Chrysalis and Nightmare Moon and them having 1000 retarded changeling children

 

Day you want to kill yourself in Equestria

>Be Anonymous and chillin in your mancave thats an actual cave given to you by Chrysalis.

>Cracking open a beer you toss yourself on the couch and look at the small TV.

>"DAD!"

>"DADDY!"

>"DADDEH!"

>Hundreds of small high pitched voices call out to you from the other side of the large steel doors.

"Oh god." You groan "WHAT!?"

>"CAN WE COME IN?!"

>"WE WANNA PLAY!"

>"MOMMA TOLD US TO LEAVE ER SHED BITE ER HEADS OFF!!"

>With an exasperated gasp, you get up and undo the large metal dead bolt.

>In an instant hundreds upon hundreds of your retarded changeling babies come rushing into your mancave

>They all happily scream and laugh while they tear everything apart that they can get their appendages on.

"Hey! Hey! What the fuck!?"

>"HEEY! HEEY! WHAT DA FUCK!?" They all mimic at once in a booming voice

>Gritting your teeth in pain, you groan in anger.

"21 and 24!!! Get over here!"

>Two changelings pop their heads out from the black chaotic mass and come scurrying over.

>Naming them based on numbers and the order in which they were delivered in proved to be the most logical solution.

>You named about 10 of them before saying "Fuck it slap a number from 11 up on them."

>21 was two kids older than 24 and she was a long streamlined changeling who was not as retarded as the others, but she had her shinning moments of stupidity. 24 on the other hand was short, chubby, and blushed very easily over ANY type of praise. But she had a good heart, but never shared her food and often coaxed 21 from her food using pity tactics. Both were actually pretty smart in their own ways.

>"Yes Dad?" 21 asks saluting while 24 chews on a hard candy,

"Why are you all here?"

>"Mom was very upset and ordered us to "Go bother your father for a while."

With a tired say "Of course."

>24 licks her hoof clean before her belly grumbles out again "Dad..we're all really hungry."

"....Pizza?"

>Today is a they must feed day.

 

>At a pizza shop in Canterlot, the phone rings as a stallion comes up to it and answers the phone.

>"Ey, this is Buck Jr's pizza, what can I do fer ya?"

"Um yes, I'd like to place an order for 500 large tofuroni pizzas, 200 orders of spicy wings, and 300 3 liter sodas, 150 3 liter grape soda, and 100 3 liter pinapple soda."

>"WOW! That's a lot of pizza!"

>On the other side of the line. You stand holding the phone, while your hundreds of children all scream and holler as they run and play. "You really think you need that much?"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure. Oh, and be sure to send your kindest and most loving employees. The more they love their job the better."

>"You do know on an order this large we don't honor the "30 minutes or it's free" challenge right?"

"That won't be a problem."

 

>In an isolated lonely stretch of road, you and your army of children lay in wait for the food convoy.

>Innocent looking bushes get pulled up to reveal hiding changelings, and hollowed out, fallen trees house bright azure eyes in their dark pits.

>At the highest vantage point in a tree, you and two unrelated changeling soldiers wait to ambush.

>The changeling's stomach growls and he rubs his rumbling tummy in an attempt to calm it down.

"You hungry?"

>He nods his head as you look back

"Well I aint yer daddy, I'm their daddy." You motion to one of your kids

>"I love you dad!" He shouts back as his sister hits him on the head

>"Shut up! You'll give us away!" she shouts before another sister comes up and smacks her

>"Don't hit him!" She says smacking the other sister which sets off a clusterfuck of them all hitting each other.

>The once quiet woods now echo the yells and hollers of changeling children beating each other senseless.

"God fucking dammit." You groan rolling your eyes.

>You suddenly realize that the food ponies are in sight and can see everyone

"Shit. Changelings!" You scream getting all their attention "ATTACK!!"

 

>The epic battle took hours, leaving the floor littered with hundreds of unconscious ponies, and splatted pizza.

>Like gooey cheesy organs, and smooth creamy blood, it cakes the ponies.

>You sit on one of the many toppled over carts and menacingly eat out of a box of pizza. 24 sits by your side and gluttonously munches down on an entire pizza.

>Your children suck up all the love they can while occasionally washing it down with their favorite fizzy soda.

>One of the changelings not related to you, watches as your hungry children suck up all the food. He tries desperately to wolf down a slice of pizza, but such foods did nothing to appease his hunger. Lacking the half human organs your children have, he is unable to digest any food besides emotion.

>21 notices his pain and gets his attention, coming over he's surprised to find she offered him her knocked out pony.

>"Its ok, you can have him."

>"Thanks."

>He begins to slurp up all the emotion he can while 21 smiles at having helped her half-brother.

>With everyone's hunger content, you sigh and toss away the half eaten pizza. Picking yourself up you stand on the cart.

"All right kids! Pack up any uneaten pizza and bring it home, numbers 90 - 100! Bring me the crate of cider.

>Having the ten changelings help, the 11 of you drench the stallions in a fine coat of alcoholic cider.

>The older unrelated changeling looks on in confusion. "If I may ask, what is the purpose of this?"

"Nobody is gonna believe the tales of a bunch of fucked up drunk stallions, even IF changelings are involved."

>"Will that work?"

"Its never NOT worked."

>Shaking off the last drops, you place the bottle by a passed out stallion.

"All right kids, pack it up! We're going home."

>"YAY!!!!"

>Today was an All is well day

 

>Back home at the cave, your legion of children come storming in full of LOVE, pizza, and fizzy drank.

>They topple and trounce their half siblings as they make their way to their chambers.

>The ones who are carrying the left overs run over to the "kitchen" aka kidnaping cells, and set the boxes of pizza in a pile.

>Hiccuping, they vomit green gelatinous goo all over the boxes. In seconds it hardens and forms a partially see-through cucoon.

>Like this food/ponies are in a suspended state and keep "fresh" for a very long time. You have yet to see a fatally from being in the goo for to long.

>Walking past the disgusting preservation display, you walk down the hall while several of your children hop along besides you.

>Walking into the master bedroom, your children stay on the outside before running off to their own rooms.

>Chrysalis is at her giant elaborate table jotting down notes and devising plans.

>Tossing yourself onto the bed, you kick off your shoes and begin unbuttoning your pants.

>"Not on the good sheets, shower before retiring to bed."

"I'm fucking exhausted, I don't wanna shower."

>"So be it."

>Enveloped by magic, she lifts you off the bed and onto the floor, "Then you'll sleep on the floor like the filthy animal you are."

"God damn it, fucking shit.."

>Muttering curses you get up and head to the shower.

>Trying your best to remain angry despite really enjoying the shower, you storm out and head to the drawers.

>Slapping together some random assortment of clothing, you crawl in bed and bury yourself in the sheets.

>Your tired bones and muscles throb as you lay in bed, and the cool sheets instantly relax you.

>Chrysalis swishes her mane back as she gets up and heads to bed as well.

>Crawling in next to you, she rests her head on her giant, blood red, silk pillow.

 

>Feeling her soft, warm, body. Any feeling of fatigue you had, quickly went away.

>Rolling to your side, you rub her ribs and smile.

"Mmm turn into Luna sweetie."

>"For what?" She asks looking over with one eye

"I think you know what."

>"Thats all right, I'm not hungry."

>Picking herself up slightly, she floats over a large book and whips out her reading glasses.

>Without another word she begins to quietly read to herself.

>An ominous black and dark blue smoke begins to roll in through the door, under the bed, and from the sunroof. It wafts in and accumulates at the side of the bed.

>Slowly a distorted figure begins to form before fully materializing. Nightmare Moon slowly picks herself up and stands by the other side of the bed.

>She leans in and in a low haunting voice she speak to you.

>"Sleep my husband, and in your dreams have your every fantasy fulfilled."

>Her hot and dry breath burn your flesh as she breathes just inches from your face.

"N..No thanks. I..I don't really feel like it anymore."

>Removing her helmet and armour, she places it by the bed and goes under the sheets.

>Crawling on top of you, she lets her dark, thin, mane dangle over your face.

>You do your best to avoid eye contact, instead focusing on her mouth. The rows of sharp, serated teeth, come in and out of focus as she speaks.

>"I am limited in the waking realm, but not unable to satisfy."

>Closing the distance she locks lips with you and grinds herself lower half on you.

>Chrysalis looks over unimpressed, and licks her hoof before flipping the page, "Oh get a room."

>Nightmare Moon looks over and smiles "There's a wonderful library in the east wing. I suggest reading there, since you have no intention on using this bed, other than for slumbering."

>Nightmare Moon bites down on your shoulder with enough force to draw blood.

>Your heart races as she almost chews on you, "You're not as afraid as before, but it'll do...for now."

>"I'll be in the library until you two finish."

>Nightmare Moon continues to chew and slurp up the blood running down your wound.

>The mixture of blood, saliva, pain, and anxiety dampens and loosens her cunt. Even from where you're at you can hear it squish as she rubs her legs together.

>Pressing her whole body on you, she lets go before passionately locking her lips with yours.

>Her cold wet lips press against you, as she forcibly sticks her tongue into your mouth. It's thin and bristly forked tip searches and rubs against everything it can. All the while her sharp teeth puncture and break the skin.

>Warm blood runs down your cheeks as the two of you embrace and grind against one another.

>You'd like to think that you'd be used to this pain by now, but that's never the case.

>For every bite, or scratch you grow accustomed to, she'll just bite harder and scratch deeper.

>To her, pain, misery, and fear are love. Or rather, it's what she derives pleasure and satisfaction from. Any sexual gratification she or you get on the side, is just icing on the cake.

>Pulling down your boxers, you grab her flanks and push her down onto your cock.

>Unlike Luna, her form was more slender and bony, but her insides were just as plumb and hot as the next mare.

>The almost melting heat of her insides, warm you up as your dick plunges in and spreads her apart.

>The tight resistance causes you to shiver the deeper you go. In little spasms of ecstasy, she begins to pierce herself over and over on you.

>Locking eyes, she lifts her top half up and places both legs over your mouth and nose.

>Covering both airways she forces her whole body weight over you and rides your cock.

>"Nnghh~" She moans as every breath you try to take only sucks in her fine coat and bits of hard flesh.

>With her constant stimulation, and your slowly depleting air, you try pushing her off.

 

>Pushing in harder, you can feel the once clean air in your lungs turning hot and poisonous. The room all around you spins as you begin to feel lightheaded. Panicking, you forcefully scratch and pull at her, but she simply grins and takes it.

>No amout of pain will deter her. She looks deep into your eyes as you suffocate before her.

>At this point you're flailing beneath her, crying muffled gibberish under her strong slender hooves.

>Grabbing around her shoulder area, you squeeze as tight as you can before your eyes roll back.

>With that your grip loosens before your arm falls onto the bed. Nightmare Moon slowly removes her hooves, allowing you to finally breathe. Drawing in close she licks the drying and flaking blood from your cheek. "Now the real fun can begin."

 

>Violently gasping awake, you hyperventilate in total blackness.

>In a panic you try to sit up, but bang your head against a hard wooden object.

>Rubbing you forehead, realization slowly sets in, as your breathing becomes more frenzied.

>Slamming your hands against the wood, you scream as loud as you can.

"Let me out! Oh please god let me out!"

>Beyond the wood, beyond the worm filled dirt, and at the very top lies Nightmare Moon. Sprawled out on the wet, cool grass, she rubs herself against the ground making little moans of satisfaction.

>"Afraid of being buried alive? How unoriginal."

"Ahhh! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

>With every yell you bang against the wood, praying to break it down, and crawl too freedom.

>Exhausted, you fall back onto the cushioned coffin. A sharp and piercing pain shoots through your chest. Clutching your heart, you strain while fighting the pain.

>A deep blue illumination appears at the bottom of your feet. Looking down at it, you see hundreds of small blue spheres swirl into little masses.

>Taking shape, they materialize into large spiders and snakes before the light disappears.

>To panicked for any legible form of speech, you grit your teeth and babble.

>Slamming on the wood, you can feel the things crawl and slither into your pants.

>Like a child, you flail your legs in a panic. Taking a moment to stop banging, you hastily try to smack the things in your pants.

>Nightmare Moon's voice calls out in your subconscious "Such cliche fears, I'd expect better from my husband."

 

>Fear, fear pushed you further than you could ever imagine. With a mighty and swift punch, you broke through the casket.

>With its foundation compromised, dirt comes flooding in, and snaps the door in two.

>Thrusting yourself forward, you claw and scoop the dirt away. The damp and fertile gunk, gets in your hair and mouth, as you push yourself ahead.

>Breaking your hand through, you can feel the cold, breezy air of outside. Breaching the surface, you gasp and suck in the cool night air.

>Hacking up violently, you vomit all over the ground. With vision blurred, your acidic bile slowly comes into focus.

>Chunks of unidentifiable food and flesh colored juices seep into the ground.

>Nightmare Moon's hooves come just inches of the mess. Lowering her body, she sticks out her forked tongue.

>Leaning towards you, she begins to clean your face with long, drawn out licks.

>Dizziness, nausea, and exhaustion, prevents you from retaliating.

"I wanna...I wanna go home."

>"So soon? But darling, the night is still young."

>Magically picking you up, she brings you to a tree and lays you by it.

>"I know I've been a selfish lover as of late, but I think its time I reward you for your patience, and understanding."

>Once again taking the top position, she angles her crotch over yours. Feeling an invisible tug, your pants come sliding down.

>Despite her grinding, you're as soft as a limp noodle.

>"Oh, well I can fix that."

>Focusing on a spell, she casts it on you. In a matter of seconds, you get an instant erection.

>"Only the best for you my dear."

>With that she sits on your dick and rides you like a bronco.

>Bouncing and slamming onto you, she crushes your pelvis with her full weight.

>The pain as your bones get pressed together, far outweigh any pleasure to be had.

> Despite this horrible pain, the swelling and arousal in your loins will not cease.

>With a shark like grin, Nightmare Moon slams harder and harder onto you.

>Her heavy panting and gripping of your manhood are signs that she's at her limit.

>"Awwooooo!" She howls into the night, as her back arches to its fullest. You can hear her hooves sink deeper into the soil, as she climaxes.

>Seconds later, you experience the worst hernia of your life as you ejaculate into her.

"Ahhh! God fucking damn it! Son of a ...BITCH!"

>Wanting to squeeze your balls, you reach over, but they're deep inside Nightmare Moon.

>Strangely out of character, she makes little whimpers of pleasure. She's sensitive to the touch, as any little movement causes her to cry out in arousal.

>"This..this pain, *pant* I've never...felt your pain inside me..*pant*.before. *pant* it's...incredible."

>Leaning down to face you, she gives you the only sincere kiss in this whole time you've been married. "I love you."

>In an instant you're startled awake in a cold sweat. Lying in bed, you look to your left and see Nightmare Moon sleeping peacefully, and on your right is Chrysalis.

>Resting your head on the pillow, you look up at ceiling.

"God damn."

 

>Not bothering to wash up, you crawl off bed and head out to the kitchen.

>As you walk down the hall, you pass a couple of guards. They nod to you, but you give them no return gesture.

>Passing a large opening in the cave walls, you stop and look in. It's faint, but you can see your thousand sleeping children inside. They all sleep resting on one another and they almost look adorable. But you know that quickly fades when they wake up.

>Continuing along, you head down the steps and into the kitchen. Flipping on the coffee maker, you grab some beam grounds and begin the setup process.

>As it percolates, your stomach moans out.

"You there."

>A passing changeling stops and looks over.

"Fetch me some breakfast from the dungeon."

>He salutes and rushes off as you lean against the counter. A few minutes later, he returns with a shivering pony. She hysterically looks around, but is to terrified to yell.

"No, not this. Breakfast, you know, eggs and stuff."

>He salutes again, and bolts off, leaving the mare on the table. She screams and runs off, but is quickly captured and lead back to the dungeon.

>Several minutes later, he returns with a box of pizza.

"Oh for the love of god!"

>Pushing him away, you walk to the dungeon and begin to look around.

"Pizza, pizza, pizza, PIZZA!!"

>You angrily throw a box against the wall, and several changelings begin to clean it up.

"Where the fuck are the egg!?"

>"That is all there is, my lord."

>Picking yourself up, you walk past the group of the soldiers, and back into the kitchen.

>You see Chrysalis by the coffee pot, she's wearing a red silk robe, and her mane is a mess.

>As she stirs her large cup of coffee, shelooks you over from top to bottom. "You look horrible."

"Love you too." you reply walking up to her as you grab a mug.

 

>"I mean you look horrible, what happened last night?"

"Oh you should've stayed, it was the most wonderful night. We talked about our fears, hopes and dreams, before making sweet, tender love under the sheets. You would have enjoyed it."

>"Really?"

"No not really, she tortured me."

>She fixes her mane as you begin to serve yourself, "Hmpf, sounds like her, I'll never understand why.."

"AH FUCK!"

>"What the matter?"

"You drank all the fucking coffee!? Really!?"

>"Oh, that. Yes, I did." she replies casually before sipping at her drink

"You didn't think to leave any for me?!"

>"Whats the big deal, you can just make yourself another batch."

"I don't want to WAIT, for another batch, I want my coffee now!"

>"Don't act so childish, it's unbecoming of a king."

"Fuck you! You and her are just the same, all you do is take, and take, and take from me, and don't do anything for me!"

>Without even the slightest bit of annoyance, she sips at her coffee looking the other way. She holds that pose for a minute before looking back at you. "You know, in this time you spent throwing a tantrum, you could have made another pot of coffee."

>With that she pours the remaining contents from her mug down on the floor, smiles, and walks away.

>You bite down on your finger ready to explode, but instead you resort to stomping up and down and kicking a wall.

>After your little fit, you head to your man cave to get showered and dressed.

>In your finest, you grab some bits and swing open the door. 21 and 24 are right there yawning and rubbing their sleepy eyes.

>"Daddy, where are you going?"

"Nowhere. Just going for a walk."

>"Can we come?"

"No."

>"Please?"

"Still no."

>24 walks up and hugs your leg.

"Whats this about?"

>"She's afraid that your never gonna come back."

>"No I'm not!"

>"We all saw mom leave your room, and we heard you yelling at her."

>Kneeling down, you rub the top of 24's head.

 

"Hey, hey, I'm not gonna leave. I'm just gonna go down to Canterlot, and get some breakfast."

>*sniff* "Really?"

"Yeah."

>"What's wrong with pizza?"

"Haha, daddy can't eat pizza all the time like you guys can."

>"See? I told you he wasn't leaving, now let's go back before the others wake up."

>"...ok."

>She lifts her heavy frame and slowly walks away with her older sister. You sigh and get up.

"You guys wanna come with me?"

>"Yes!"

>"Ok!"

 

>Outside, you and your kids walk down the beaten path on your way to Canterlot. 24 runs circles around you as 21 simply walks besides you.

>"Pizza, pizza, pizza!" 24 yells happily

"Oh no, we are not getting pizza."

>"Chinese! Chinese! Chinese!" she yells instead

"We're getting breakfast, not lunch."

>"Whats brake fast?"

"You know, eggs, pancakes, bacon, that sort of stuff."

>They both look at you quizzically.

"Seriously? Neither of you know about breakfast? I could've sworn...oh wait, that was with some of the ten."

>24 gasps and looks around before leaning in "You mean...the named ones?"

>21 shudders and looks around as well, "I heard, that they are twice as big as we are, and are more like dad then mom."

>"I heard that they can walk around town and nop0ny messes with them, because they're magic."

>Looking at them, you shake your head.

"Where do you kids come up with this shit? Look, anyway, you guys are in for a treat, but before we get there, I need you two to change. We don't want ponies freaking out."

>The two nervously scrape their hooves on the ground.

"What?"

>"We don't know how."

"What!?"

 

>In a dark patch of trees, on the side of the road, you look out to see if anybody is around.

>With the coast clear, you sigh and turn around to face your embarrassed kids.

"Ok, now how the hell, do you not know how to change? You're changelings, it's in your name."

>The two avoid making any eye contact, but 21 clears her throat, "It's not just us, hundreds of us have different problems."

"Like what?"

>"So far, about 200 can't use their wings, 100 can't produce goo, and we can't use our magic."

>"Yeah, and when we try, it just back fires."

"Hmm, that's odd. Then again, there have been oddities in the past."

>"How did they get over it?"

"They didn't."

>"Oh....but we're not entirely powerless."

>24 jumps in place excited, knowing where her sister is going with this "Oh, oh, look at this daddy!"

>The two rush over to a bush and begin to rip it apart. Tearing off branches, and shaking off leaves, they form an odd looking "bush"

>It's oblong edges, and gaping holes, make it painfully obvious, amongst the normal foliage around it.

>Looking towards the bottom, you see a little black leg.

"21, your leg is sticking out."

>She slowly drags her leg into the bush, causing the whole thing to wobble.

"Yeah, that's...pretty good, but hiding isn't the same as changing. So neither of you can change into anything?"

>Breaking their "master" disguise, the two shake off the debris and clean themselves off.

>"Sorry dad, but no." Said 21 as she sits and sighs "Let's just go home."

"Hold on, I have a plan."

>Picking them up, and straining in particular with 24, you move them deeper into the woods.

>Setting them down, you kneel down and are eye to...optical thing to them.

"All right, you two stay here, I'll be right back."

>"But dad."

"No buts, just trust me."

>Picking yourself up, you look around and jog off.

>21 and 24 watch as you head into the bright light beyond the trees, and disappear.

 

Almost going on an hour, 21 plays with a bug by constantly rolling it over, waiting for it to get back up, and then knocking it over again.

>24 occupies herself with the branches, and uses them as makeshift antlers.

>"21 look! I'm a deer!"

>A sudden rustling of a nearby bush, causes 24 to scurry behind her sister. 21 picks herself up, and hisses, in an effort to scare off whatever is on the other side.

>From the bushes, you emerge holding a large paper bag.

>"What the hell heck dad!" 21 whines

"What?" you laugh "Were you scared? C'mon, you two shouldn't be afraid of anything, except getting caught. Which is why I brought these."

>Reaching into the bag, you pull out two large, brown, burlap cloaks.

>Your kids look stunned, before cautiously approaching them. Poking and sniffing, 24 pulls hers in first.

>She looks at it a moment before hugging and rubbing against it "It feels so warm!"

"Your supposed to wear it."

>21 drapes it over herself and pulls down, it's big and covers up her body well. "Like this?"

"Hold up."

>Bending down, you fix the sides of it and pull the hood over her head.

"There, that's better."

>"Dad! I can't do this!"

>24 fumbles with the cloak, awkwardly fighting it, and falling chin first onto the ground.

>Picking herself up, she stifles her whimpers as she cleans off her face.

>*sniff* *hic*

"Shit, are you all right?"

>Going over and bending down, you reach out to look her over. She lunges herself forward and into your arms.

>As she whimpers, you pat her on the back, and feel strangely...loving.

>As you ponder this new found feeling of fatherly love, you hear a loud slurping sound behind you.

>Looking back, you see 21 slurping up love from your body.

"Quit it." You say trying to bat her away

>"Sorry, I'm just really hungry."

"Haha, yeah."

>Getting up holding 24, you look out towards Canterlot.

"C'mon kids, lets go finally eat."

 

>On the clean, pristine streets of Canterlot, 21 and 24 walk in a rigid, stiff motion. The whole time they try to keep as low a profile as possible.

"You're gonna be fine, these ponies can be down right stupid, most of the time. Just don't take off your hoods, and you'll be fine."

>Your kids say nothing, but keep walking cautiously. Despite their fears, they marvel at all the sights and sounds of the city.

>However, it's the smells they're most interested in. Fresh baked bread, ripe fruit, and smokey meats permeate the air.

>Spotting a Reignnys, you walk in and hold the door for your kids to come in. They nervously walk in and look around.

>A friendly mare comes trotting up and does a little bow, "Welcome to Reignnys, how many in your party?"

>Your kids keeping low to the ground, walk backwards and hide behind you.

>"Aww, are they yours?"

"Yeah, they're shy."

>The mare gets down, and tries to face 21, "Its ok, you ain't gotta be shy, whats your name little one?"

>"21."

>"21? Sweetie, that's a number."

"Her mother is a math teacher.  Listen, can you help us get a table? We're starving."

>"Sure thing sweetheart, follow me."

>Sticking a couple of menus into her outfit, she leads you down an aisle.

>Your kids keep close to you, but look side to side at all the patrons.

>At the table, your kids slide into the seat, while you sit across from them.

>The waitress mouths you the menus, and places a note pad on the table. Biting down on a pen, she clicks it, "Now what'll y'all have?"

"2 breakfast samplers for the kids, 2 orange juices, and I'll have a steak with a baked potato."

>"How do you want your steak?"

"Well done."

>"And the potato?"

"Melted cheese only."

>"All right, give me a minute for your drinks."

>24 can barely keep still with all this excitement, she rocks left and right with her hooves on the seat. “Dad, what’s a breakfast sampler?”

“Just what it sounds like, a sample of every type of breakfast.”

>”Is it good?”

“Very.”

>21 looks over her sleeves while you talk, and makes a displeased sound.

"Don't worry 21, just relax, look, here comes the drinks."

>Each drink gets set by their respective orderer, and the two eye them from top to bottom.

>21 sniffs at it, while 24 naturally cups it and begins to gulp it down. Little drops run down her chubby cheeks, onto the table and her coat.

>Halfway through, she stops and places the cup down. Sighing satisfied, she wipes her face dry using her sleeve.

"Napkins 24, napkins."

>Tossing her a little bundle, she brings them closer and neatly fixes them.

 

>Several minutes later, the waitress brings the meals and places them on the table.

>Eggs, hash-browns, sausage, bread, bacon, and a little stack of pancakes to the side.

>24 wasted no time, as soon as she let go of it, down went her mouth.

>Biting down on the hash first, she chewed it vigorously before chasing it down with eggs and bacon. After that, all the food got mixed around into one gooey mass.

>21 was much more delicate. Carefully slicing the sausage into little meat saucers, she dips them into the yolk, before bringing it up to her mouth.

>Softly chewing, you can see her cheeks rosy up as she looks you right in the eyes. “Its…good.”

“Told ya.”

>In a more hurried manner, she scoops spoonfuls of breakfast up, and laughs happily as she eats.

>”Hey 21, can I have your bacon?”

>”Can I have your sausage?”

>24 brings her plate into a protective hug, “No, it’s my sausage! That’s not fair 21.”

>”It is too fair.”

>”Dad! 21 won’t let me have her bacon!”

“24, give her the sausage, it’s only fair.”

>”No!”

>With a tired sigh, you rub your forehead,

“God you kids are annoying. Hey! Miss!” You scream to the waitress mare a few feet away,

>With her attention, she walks over “Yes sir?”

“Could I get an extra order of bacon and sausage?”

>”Sure.”

“Thanks.”

>With the bill paid, leftovers packed, and tip left on the counter. The kids and you walk out, rubbing your full bellies, the three of you sigh before burping at the same time.

“Good shit.”

>”Good shit.” They both mimic

“Hey, no cussing. Now lets get back home before your mom notices we're gone."

 

>Reaching the entrance to the cave, you stop and turn around. Crouching down, you huddle your kids close to you.

“All right, now remember, mom can NOT know about any of this.”

>”Why?”

“Because she hates the thought of me having fun, so this’ll be our little secret, all right?”

>The two look at one another as though you asked them to bury a body. The thought of lying to their mother, the horrifying changeling queen, rocked their very core.

>24 draws circles in the dirt, while 21 deeply thinks it over before answering, “I..I don’t know.”

“I’m not asking you to lie to mom; I just don’t want either of you to tell anyone. If mom finds out, I’ll take the blame, you don’t need to worry. Just don’t tell anybody, especially your siblings.”

>”….”

“It’s gonna be fine, I promise.”

>Hearing you sound so reassuring, the two nod at one another feeling better about the whole thing.

>”We promise.”

“My girls.” You smile rubbing the top of their heads, “All right, let’s go.”

>Inside the long, dark, cold hallways, the three of you walk along passing sentries and guards.

>All of them stare, but none speak out. Banging their ruler/mother, pretty much guaranteed you total immunity.

 

>When you reach the corridor to their chambers, they each hug one of your legs, before running down the hall and into their room.

>Rather than going to your room, you keep walking down the hall to your man cave. At the giant double doors, you push in and walk through.

>Everything has been placed back in order by the service drones, one of the many perks of being king.

>Rolling over the couch, you kick off your shoes and sigh exhausted. Reaching up to the little table, you grab a game controller and remote. Powering on the TV and game station, a little game title jingle rings out.

>Several hours later, you lean left and right as you smash the buttons, totally into the game. The door opens in the back, but you fail to notice it.

“Fuck!” You yell getting killed by a cheating AI,

>The TV suddenly turns off, revealing Chrysalis’s reflection behind you and the couch.

>”…”

“Hey.”

>”Hello.”

>Seeing her horn glow, the latch for the door locks, and the lights dim.

“What are you doing?”

>”I’m hungry.”

>Cocking an eyebrow at her, she walks around the couch and crawls on top of it. With her magic, she undresses you to only your boxers.

>Slowly crawling over you, she smirks and brings her face just inches from yours.

>Rubbing her face against yours, she drags herself lower and buries her snout onto your chest. Smelling your flesh, she rubs herself all over you and beats her wings in sporadic twitches.

>Warm drool rolls onto your chest, as her long tongue worms over it. With each powerful inhale she takes, you can feel that familiar tingle, and your own strength beginning to fade.

>She takes extra precaution not to knock you out, and gives you plenty of time to cool down. As you pant heavily, she leans on you and smiles “You’re getting better at this,” she whispers swirling a hoof over your chest.

>With a tired laugh, you rub her shoulders and pant,

“Thanks, I have a strict teacher, she’s crazy, but she’s good.”

>”Hmm,” She chuckles “Moon?”

“Tsk, I said crazy, not a fucking psychopath.”

>”How sweet…sort of.”

>Continuing where she left off, she sucks up more love straight from your heart. Focus goes in and out, and the room begins to swirl wildly. Disoriented and nauseous, you can feel the breakfast come rushing up.

>Turning your head to the side, you expel a heavy stream of acidic bile, and breakfast onto the floor. In a cold sweat, you pant heavily before vomiting again.

>Chrysalis looks you and the puke over before moving off and sitting on the side. “Guess I got carried away, I’ll let you rest.”

>She hops off the couch and drapes a blanket over you, under the warmth, you knock out cold.

>You don’t know how long you were out, but when you awoke, the mess was cleaned up, and a wrapped meal was placed on the side. A little white note reads “For your strength.”

>Uncovering it, its steak with mashed potatoes and gravy. You rub your forehead and exhale, before cutting into the steak.

 

>With the meal long gone, and nightfall upon you. The drowsiness kicks in, and you pick yourself off the couch. Despite a minor stomach ache, you press on and head to the bedroom.

>Walking in, you spot Chrysalis in bed reading a book, and Nightmare Moon brushing her mane in front of the mirror. Despite that she casts no reflection; she brushes along like she does.

>It always creeped you out, but you never asked why. In your experience, the price you paid for her answers, were never worth asking.

>Crawling onto the bed, you snuggle next to Chrysalis and sigh.

>”Feeling better?”

“Yeah, thanks for the food.”

>”….”

“So what are you reading?”

>”A book.”

“What kind?” You ask trying to peek at it, but she closes it.

>”If you must know, it’s a book about a monster.”

“?”

>”A monster that is pure evil, but beautiful, and anything that falls in love with it, only gets hurt and dies”

“Is that REALLY what it’s about?”

>”Hmm, you can see right through me, it’s just some cheesy love story.”

“Tsk, nice.”

>Nightmare Moon crawls into bed, and curls up by herself. You yawn and rub your eyes as Chrysalis shoves her book into a cabinet, before folding her reading glasses and setting them to the side.

>She rests facing away from you, but you try to hug her from behind.

“Good night you two, I love ya.”

>Chrysalis says nothing, but Nightmare Moon places a hoof over your waist.

>”Sleep well my husband; I shall see you in your dreams.”

>With that uneasy thought in your head, you try to play it cool, and rub her hoof.

>Closing your eyes, sleep easily takes you.

 

>The night was surprisingly restful, no fucked up nightmare sex, no getting bitten awaken, and no getting thrown off the bed, for spooning Chrysalis in one her cheese holes.

>Just a nice, peaceful, and calm wake up alone in bed. Stretching and popping some bones, you crawl off bed and head into the kitchen. It’s still early, as most of the kids are sleeping, and the guards are not out in full force.

>Walking into the kitchen, you spot Chrysalis blinking tiredly next to the steamy coffee pot. Her mane is a tussled mess, and she has serious bags under her eyes.

“You look horrible.” You smile grabbing your coffee mug,

>With a low snarl, she looks over at you. ”Funny.”

“What happened?”

>”That twisted whorse tortured me all night, I barely got any sleep.”

“You get used to it.”

>”Maybe you, but if she ever ties that again, you’ll find yourself half widowed.”

“I’ll pass that message on to her.”

>The loud clacking of Nightmare Moon’s slender hooves can be heard coming closer. She turns the corner and notices the two of you, walking over; she floats her mug out and sets it right in between yours and Chrysalis. “Morning.”

>”You bitch.” Chrysalis scowls getting into attack position, Nightmare Moon grins evily as a dark aura envelops her, leaving only a shark tooth grin, and slanted eyes. Chrysalis, not to be outdone, surrounds herself with a lime green aura. The two’s combined force, sends anything not able to hold its own ground into the air.

>Nearby changelings, cower in fear at the thought of two powerful forces colliding within their home.

“Ladies, ladies, you’re both pretty,” You say getting in between and gently pushing them apart “take it easy.”

>The two return to their normal forms, and look at one another before looking at you.

>Chrysalis knocks your hand away, and hisses, “Whatever.” Before knocking the coffee pot clean off the counter, and onto a changeling. He hisses and screams, as the scorching hot coffee burns his eyes into glazed over domes.

>Some other changelings tend to his aid, and take him off somewhere. Nightmare Moon sniffs the air deeply and makes a small moan of satisfaction “The best part of waking up, huh?”

“You got problems.”

 

>Chrysalis broods on her bed, clutching her large silk pillow, and pouting while staring into space. You come in quietly, but as you turn to close the door, a pillow gets slammed inches away from you.

“In royal tantrum mode I see.”

>”You’re the one who taught me it.”

“I never took it out on my kids.”

>”Hmm?”

“Look, I’m not gonna pretend I give a damn about your kids, but…what you did was messed up. Even by my fucked up standards.”

>”You mean the coffee?”

“Yes. I mean the coffee.”

>”I didn’t mean to hit him, it was an accident.”

“That accident cost him his sight.”

>”…I’m hurt, you really don’t know anything about us, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

>”Ask a guard to take you to him, I don’t feel like raising a hatchling today.”

>With that done, you walk out of the room and spot a guard a few feet away.

“Hey, take me to visit that guy who got burned.”

>”Yes sir.”

>Leading you down a hall, and several turns, you end up at a sort of hospital. Mostly just fleshy tables, and cocooned wrapped changelings. Some of what you can guess is the nurses, walk back and forth, looking over the resting ones.

>Its easy to spot the one you were looking for, he was the only one covering his eyes. At his bedside, you clear your throat to get his attention.

”You all right man?”

>”Uhh..yeah. I’m fine.”

>The slits of his eyes are covered in puss, with traces of dried blood. Suddenly his eyes pop open, and he winks each one to shake off the hard gel. Rubbing away the residue, he blinks several times to clean up his eyes.

>”Just needed some time to grow my eyes back.” He chuckles nervously

>At his bedside, you, the burned one, and several of his guard friends of his, all hang around.

“So, what parts CANT you grow back?”

>”Heart, brain, and lungs. That’s about it.”

“That’s pretty nifty, bones too?”

>”Yes sir.”

“Damn, you guys are tough…Sorry about what happened.”

>”Ah its all right, the queen is just going through a lot. It can’t be easy having to provide for all of us and rule. That’s why we all do our part.”

“Does she do stuff like this often?”

>”Nah, things like that rarely happen, she looks out for us.”

“Well, glad you’re ok. I’m gonna go back to my room.”

 

>Walking out, 21 is sitting by the entrance.

>”Hey dad.”

“What are you doing here?”

>”Wanted to check on my older brother.”

“Why didn’t you?”

>She ponders this thought, but replies with a little shrug and a murmured “Uhdunknow.”

“Tsk, all right. C’mon, let’s go.”

>At the man cave, you toss the pigskin up and down while you sit on the couch. Like it’s literally the skin of a pig, which was the first time you realized, just how dangerous speaking in slang was with your kids.

“I wasted perfectly good sympathy on him,” You comment out of nowhere as 21 flips through your books “if I had known he could regenerate, I wouldn’t have felt so bad, I got all mushy for nothing.”

>”It wasn’t for nothing dad; they saw that you care, and that means a lot to them. You care about em like mom does.”

“Are we talking about the same mom?”

>”Mhmm, I see her all the time talking and checking up with the sick.”

“You don’t say.”

>”Dad.”

“Yeah?”

>”Can we do something special for mom? Layers Day is coming up, and we thought..”

“Layers day?”

>”It’s a day where we celebrate the one who laid us, and kept us safe during our incubation.”

“Huh, ya don’t say. When is it?”

>”In a few days.”

“Yeah, I guess we can do that, who knows, maybe it’ll put her in a good mood for once. Send word to the kids.”

 

>In one of the many meeting caves, you and the kids are all gathered. They chat away while you take center stage.

“All right everyone shut up!”

>They all fall in line and pipe down.

“All right, now as 21 told me, it’s gonna be Layers Day. So to celebrate, we all are gonna pitch in and throw a big party for your mother.”

>”What are we gonna do?!”

“Well, for starters, we can finish up every single errand she does for the day, and get her favorite foods.”

>Your kids nod to each other in agreement, and begin to chatter about what needs to be done.

“Your mom doesn’t like any of that streamer shit, so I’ll just go to town and pick up some food for her and us. I’m gonna need some help, I need the 500 strongest and biggest of you to meet me at the cave entrance. 21!”

>”Yeah dad?!” She replies jumping up and down in the crowd

“Get over here!”

>Pushing herself through the masses, she reaches the stage and climbs on. 24 comes up too, but struggles getting anything under her belly up.

>She kicks and flails, but falls back into the black mass.

>”I’m ok.”

>You walk to the edge of the stage, and reach down for her, locking hoof and hand, you bring her up and onto the stage.

”21, which of the kids specialized in recon?”

>”Umm…that was numbers 521, 444 – 450, and 762”

“Tell them to spread the word to the other changelings, and to keep this an absolute secret from mom. Got it?”

>”Yeah.”

“Cool. All right! The rest of you get to work on clearing her schedule! Chop! Chop!”

>At the entrance to the cave, you sit against a wall when the changelings come walking out.

“You guys ready?”

 

>At the outskirts of Canterlot, you and the kids hang back in the wooded area. Pulling out your bag of bits, you jingle it.

“Hmmm…Ok, we’ll buy the sodas, and steal everything else.”

>You look back at the biggest changeling behind you.

“502?”

>”Actually its 520.”

“Whatever, look, you can change right?”

>”Yes sir.”

“Good. Change into a chimera, rush down there, and scare the fuck out of them.”

>*sigh* “Yes sir.”

>Engulfed in a lime green flash, he morphs into a grotesque multianimal creature, and stomps over to a group of carts.

>”Rawrr!” He roars before knocking over a fruit stand, and crushing it.

>The ponies naturally yell and scream in horror, before running away.

“All right lets go.”

>Putting on a black ski mask, you lead the charge and rush down with the rest of the kids. They grab carts of meat, cheese, and drinks; one grabs a cart full of fruit.

“Hey, leave it! Only the good stuff!”

>He looks at it before throwing it onto the floor. Royal guards come running up, and are startled to see the chimera.

”Shit, retreat! Take everything you can!”

>Literally heading for the hills, everyone gets out unscathed. In the woods, you look over everything that was collected.

“Not bad, but we still need to hit them up a few more times.”

>”Let me go! Let me go!” A mare yells, looking back, you spot several changelings fighting with a pink mare. “I said, LET ME GO!” She yells bucking one in the face, he falls back and hisses.

>Having broke free, she runs off, but you tackle her and roll her on her back. Getting in between her legs, you strong-arm her throat and pin her to the ground.

”You hurt my kids; tell me why I shouldn’t kill you?”

>”Please, I..I just wanna go home!”

 

>Your kids come crawling slowly from all sides, making a low hissing sound. She shifts her gaze in all direction, and begins to pant heavily.

“I’ve been keeping them from eating live flesh, but if an opportunity arises, I can’t control them all. You don’t want to die right?”

>She shakes her head,

“Then don’t fight us anymore. Now I’m gonna let go, and you’re gonna come with us. No questions.”

>At home, you and the weary kids come trudging along, and into the cave. The strongest ones push the carts to the back for preservation, while you escort the pink mare to your man cave.

>Bursting through the doors, you let her go and she stands shivering and whimpering in the middle of the room. Looking around, she sees your TV, couch, mini fridge, and large pinups up mares in seductive poses.

“Make yourself at home, and don’t think about killing me or knocking me out, that shit only works in the movies.”

>”Wh..why did you bring me here?!”

“If you try any funny stuff, I guarantee you my kids will take you down, the moment you leave these doors. Don’t scream or try to yell for help, you won’t find any out here. Also, you may get the attention of Nightmare Moon, and if you do, you will pray that we had killed you.”

>”…”

“Now lets see….I can’t think of any else. Just don’t bother me.”

>Tossing yourself on the couch, you turn on the TV and kick off your shoes.

“Hey. Take my socks off and get me a drink.”

>”What?”

“You heard me.”

>Reluctantly she bites off your socks and throws them away, couching and gagging, she spits out the taste.

“Now my drink.”

>She sadly walks away and brings you a drink, cracking it open, you smile and take a sip.

 

>Hours later, you walk out of your room, and deadbolt it locked. Retiring to the bedroom, you walk in and shower. After getting dry and changed, you slip under the sheets and cuddle with Chrysalis.

>She sits in the bed reading her book as usual, licking her hoof and flipping a page, she reads a few lines “So who is that mare locked in your cave? I wont accept a third wife.”

“How did..”

>”Please, do you really think you could keep secrets from me? Also, I don’t want or appreciate a party for Layers Day. Cancel it.”

“Who told you about that?”

>Suddenly a tall, older changeling comes into the room, its one of the original ten.

“Kane!”

>”It’s Judas, you tard!”

“Judas! Why?”

>”Are you gonna punish him mom?”

“No. Who said I was?”

>”I..I just thought..This is stupid!”

>Judas spits and walks out of the room, and you scowl at him until you can’t see him anymore.

“That damn kid.”

>”So who is she?”

“Why? You jealous?”

>”No. But nobody seems to know why you brought her.”

“…*sigh* Man..I wanted it to be a surprise..I brought her for you.”

>”For me?” She asks finally looking away from the book, and taking off her glasses. “Why?”

“I just thought you would enjoy feeding off her love, she seems like your type.”

>”Hmm…I’ll see her tomorrow then.” She replies before putting back on her glasses and reading

“Please don’t kill her.”

>”Am I really that bad?”

“Sorry, I was talking to Moon.”

>On the side of the bed, Nightmare Moon grins evilly before sliding into bed next to you. “Then you will need to keep me entertained tonight.”

“Great.”

 

>Keeping Nightmare Moon “entertained” was as tiring as usual. Torture, foreplay, sex, and then more torture, this dragged on well into the night. With that sadist finally satisfied, she tosses herself onto the bed, and brings you into her cold embrace.

>Sighing over the nape of your neck, she nuzzles you and sleeps. Exhausted, you sigh and close your eyes to sleep. Being in the dream realm however, this just made you wake up.

>Its now morning, and Chrysalis is gone, as well as Nightmare Moon. Getting up and ready, you walk out and head to the man cave.

>Going in, Chrysalis is resting on the couch, and looking over your game controller.

“What are you doing here?”

>”Wanted to see this mystery mare for myself.”

“...What did you do to her?”

>”I let her go.”

“Why?!”

>”Because consuming her love would have given me an upset stomach”

“Oh…”

>She doesn’t say anything, and continues to fiddle with your controller.

“Now I don’t hate the idea of your getting into video games, but you know the console needs to be on too, right?”

>”I just wanted to see what’s so appealing about your toys.”

>She gets off your couch and tosses your controller on it, and begins to look around your room.

>Spotting your nudy mare posters, she smiles before her entire self is engulfed in a green flash. Suddenly in here place is a dark blue mare with a white loose mane, wearing the exact swimsuit as in the poster.

>Fixing her mane, she walks around the couch, and over to you. “Do you like it? Which of your fantasies should I make come true?” She asks tracing your lips with her hoof

“Well...since you asked, how about you bend over and..”

>*knock* *knock* *knock* “Dad! Dad!!”

>”Hey Dad! Open the door! It’s important!”

“No! Come back later!”

>Back to her normal form, she kisses you on the cheek, “Well, you missed your chance.”

>Walking to the door, she sways her butt and takes one last look at you before opening the door.

>21, 24, and a third changeling come running in, ”Hi mom!”

>”Kids.” She nods before walking out the door.

 

>They run up to you, and check that nobody is at the door, feeling safe, the third changeling begins, “Sir, somebody told mom about the party, I believe it was..”

“I know, it was Judas.”

>24 looks impressed “Wow, dad knows everything.”

“What about the preparations for the party?”

>”It’s going well, we should be done by today.”

“Great, we’re moving the party to tonight.

>”Why?”

“Because your mom said she doesn’t want the party, so let’s throw it at her before she has time to stop it. Now go on, inform the others.”

>”Yes sir.”

>The third changeling leaves, but 21 and 24 remain.

>”What about us dad?”

“I don’t know, wanna follow me?”

>You walk down the tunnels with them following behind, and just taking it all in. You bark random orders to different kids, and make sure to have all the bases covered.

>On the ceiling, Nightmare Moon hangs upside down like a bat, wings over her body, and watches you and your kids.

>Her eyes narrow before she becomes smoke, and disappears into the air.

 

>By the time night falls, the thousands of kids worked hard, and set up everything. To call it a surprise party would be grossly inaccurate, Chrysalis knew about it, but didn’t stop it.

>Brining her onto the stage blindfolded, she plays along as though she had no idea. When you remove it, all the changelings scream out.

>“Happy Layers Day Mom!”

>”Thank you my subjects, my children, your queen appreciates this most welcome honor.” She waves as you lean in and whisper

“Tsk, is that why you wanted it cancelled?”

>”I just don’t like these sorts of things.”

>Walking to the center of the stage, you clap your hands.

“All right! Lets eat!”

>”Yay!”

>The thousands upon thousands of changelings all take to their respective tables, and begin to serve themselves. It was truly a macabre sight; tables were topped with chained down ponies, gryphons’, and donkeys.  

>Some were just becoming aware from leaving the goo, and seeing their situation made them scream and flail in panic.

>The changelings began to devour their emotions, some victims even having 3 or 4 draining them at a time.

>Had this been a more innocent you, it would’ve killed you to watch and hear them scream. However, being subjected to tortures and sights beyond your comprehension, all at the loving hooves of your wife, seemed to desensitize you to a lot of things.

>Still, the ponies were better off than before, you pushed Chrysalis for them to not fatally drain their food, and when you could, you would free a couple.

>24 taps you on the shoulder, “Dad? You all right?”

“I’m fine.” You smile patting her head, “Eat your chicken.”

 

>24 does just that, and tears into her baked poultry. With you sitting at the head of the table, you look left, and see hundreds of changelings, to the right, the same.

>21 and 24 sit beside you on each side, and to their side sit the original ten, or “The Named Ones”

>You clear your throat just loud enough to get the attention of the closes ones. Figuring out you want to talk, the ones that heard you nudge the ones that didn’t, and the chain goes all the way to the back.

“I just wanted to thank you all for helping me out, I could not have done this without all of you. However, as you may have heard, SOMEBODY, at this table betrayed me. I just want them to know, I’m not angry, or upset, and neither should any of you be. Should that happen again, I’ll take care of it myself. Now go on, eat up.”

>Like no big deal, the rest of the kids continue to eat, but Judas pouts at his seat, and glares at you. Pushing away his plate, he gets up and leaves the table.

>Everyone watches him leave until he is out of sight. One of the unrelated changelings comes running up to you, “Sir, you are needed at our table.”

“Why?”

>”Mother sends for you.”

“All right, I’ll be there.”

>Getting off the seat, you walk over to the parallel table across the room, and approach Chrysalis. She sits at the head like you, but has no food, nor has she touched her elegant dessert.

“Not hungry?”

>”I’m saving my appetite for a midnight snack.”

“So what’s up?”

>”It is almost time for our portrait; do change into something more…presentable.”

“Portrait?”

>*sigh* “This is why I prefer to avoid such pointless ceremonies; it saves me the trouble of explaining. The king and queen must have their portrait painted, and hung on the wall of the catacombs. It’s a tradition dating back to the first “royal” family.”

“You never told me that.”

>Under her breath, she murmurs “There’s a lot I don’t tell you.”

“Huh?”

>”Just get dressed.”

 

>On the rock stage, two thrones get pushed together, as you fix and adjust your best tux. It’s a little tight, but you make the best of it.

>At the edge of the stage, is a changeling wearing a stereotypical French painter’s suit, with a grotesquely large blank canvas. It has to be like 25 or 30 feet tall. The painter changeling gathers his art supplies and brushes, as you look on stupefied.

>”This is why I despise Layers Day.”

>Turning back around, you can’t believe what you see. She is wearing an elegant black gown, with a black see-through wedding veil, her hooves have thick black horseshoes, and she is carrying a large bouquet of black roses.

“So, you like black huh?”

>”Is everything a joke to you?”

>Walking up to her, you pull back her veil, and give her a kiss.

“You look stunning.”

>”Thank you.”

>Pushing you away, she begins to walk to the throne with you following. When she reaches it, you walk pass her and sit on the throne with the manly looking crown. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sitting on my throne.”

>”Those are there for decoration, we take the portrait standing side by side, in front of the thrones, not on them.”

“Oh.”

>”Tsk, fool.”

>”My queen! Are you ready!?” The painter asks from afar,

>”Yes! Anon, come stand by me.”

>Hopping off the throne, you jog over to her and are at her side. She uses her magic to levitate the roses to you. “These are your to hold.”

“Oh cool..I..I guess.”

>Gripping them in your hands, you lean closer to her and smile. “One last thing…you look very handsome.”

>A small tinge of blush lightens up your face, it was one of the few times she ever actually complimented you without being snide about it.

“So how long does this usually take?”

>”4 hours.”

“WHAT!?”

>”Happy Layers Day.”

 

>Today just dragged on, going all the way to Ponyville, Canterlot, and then you had to get a haircut. Walking back through the cave with the giant backpack on you, you trudge along with all the heavy crap you had to buy/steal.

>Hundreds of kids come rushing up, practically jumping over one another to get to you.

“Hey! Hey!”

>”HEY! HEY!”

“Oh god damn it.” You groan smacking your forehead “I hate when they do that.”

>One of them jumps clear into the air, and knocks you over. Falling onto the backpack, you roll to the side and they all trounce over your backpack.

>Tearing it to shreds, they begin to pick up all the stuff you had.

>”Who asked for tuna?!”

>”Me!”

>”Who wanted the grape soda!?”

>”Me!”

>”JERKY!”

>”THAT’S MY JERKY!”

>Some fight for the items, others trade and swap, you try to pick yourself up, but they keep running over you. One actually uses your head to bounce higher into the air.

“Damn it 54!”

>”57!”

“Whatever!”

>You look forward and see two changeling hooves, looking further up, you see a chubby changeling sticking cheese puffs into her mouth. ”You ok dad?”

“Oh 24, thank god. Get these fuckers off me.”

>*smack* *smack* “Ok.”

>”Who wanted the chocolate pretzels!?”

>”ME!” 24 runs over you to reach her chocolaty prize as you literally begin to cry in desperation.

 

>A couple of hours later, you slam open the door to the master bedroom. Nightmare Moon hasn’t been around for a couple of weeks, and Chrysalis wasn’t in any real hurry to send search parties for her.

>Speaking of, where is she?

“Whatever.” Walking to the shower, you undress and blast the hot water.

>After finishing with the bath, you walk out and dress into some comfy clothing.

>Crawling in bed and under the sheets, you sigh happily as your throbbing muscles begin to rest.

>Chrysalis comes in sighing, and crawls into bed next to you under the sheets.

“You ok?”

>”Uhhh…no.”

>Rubbing her belly, you snuggle up to her.

“Well I know something that..”

>”No don’t touch me!! GAAHH!!!”

>Suddenly you feel a torrent of hot, sticky liquid explode out of nowhere, and hundreds of firm round spheres pelt you.

“What the fuck is this!?”

>”Ahhh!!!~” She moans as the torrent slows down.

>You look under the sheets and see hundred up hundreds of smooth green spheres, and dark green goop. The smell of old cheese, and piss hit you first, and you gag before covering your mouth.

“Oh my god. What is that?”

>*pant* *pant* “What’s the matter? Don’t recognize eggs?”

“These are your eggs?”

>”I’m fertile right now; my body craves the seed of a male. *exhale* But thanks for the sudden expelling; now I don’t have the need to mate anymore. Good thing too, we don’t need another brood.”

>Picking one up, you look it over.

“So these have no babies?”

>”No, otherwise I would have buried them.”

“How many are there?”

>”I don’t know, maybe a thousand. It felt like my last laying.”

“You know, I don’t think the kids have ever experienced Easter before.”