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Skirris looked up at the door number to one of the private chambers of The Hive. "113," she mumbled. It was the right one. Using her magic, her horn glowed a cool green as she reached out and opened the door. She could feel the weight within her shift with each step, holding her larger than normal clutch of fertilized eggs. The room wasn't large, just functional with smooth walls in an almost oval shape. Nothing was inside it except for one thing. A pony was in the center of the room, struggling in the ember at first before stopping and snapping her head over towards the newcomer. It was a female, obviously. Nice shaped flanks under her persian blue coat, strong looking wings, and a pretty face with those raspberry eyes and straight opal mane.

Smiling softly at the mare, Skirris waddled inside and pushed the door shut. The pegasus tried to shrink back from the changeling, or at the very least, make herself appear smaller. A whimper could only be heard from her as Skirris came closer. The ember was also attached to her mouth, silencing her from screaming. Her wings were the same way, stuck to her sides like a jelly-ish glue. "Shhhhh-shh-shh-shh. It's alright. Noling is here is here to hurt you. You're safe here." Skirris cooed at the pegasus, reaching up to rub her back as she tried to comfort the frightened pony. The poor thing could only shiver on the floor in fright as the changeling stroked her.

Skirris was one of a select group of changelings that was picked at birth for her job, one that was an honor to her kind and to herself. She was a Breeder. The Breeders were tasked with keeping the population of changelings up with a fresh brood to be able to replace the old, the sick, and the dead. The "donors", as they could only be called, was a select few changelings that could only be counted as among the best to pass on their line. The swiftest, strongest, and smartest were the only ones allowed to mount her outside of her pregnancy. Anything else was aborted or taken away from her to be used as fertilizer for the underground harvest. She had learned that the hard way.

What made Breeders so different from the rest of her kind was that, unlike normal female changelings, she didn't produce just one egg per pregnancy, but a clutch to lay. It gave way to her and her Brood Sisters being larger than normal. Between the height of a soldier and the Queen. After the failed assault on Canterlot, their numbers had greatly dwindled for a variety of reasons. An overdose of love that sent many into epileptic shock. Impact craters into buildings, rocks, and earth. She privately thanked all the Makers she wasn't involved in the assault. Now it was up to her and her Brood Sisters to help rebuild what losses the Hive had took. It would be decades before their numbers were at what they once were.

Her own womb right now was fit to burst with almost two dozen eggs, a miracle and a cause of a minor celebration. It was also a major source of her problem right now. Usually Breeders would carry 15 at most since it did have adverse health effects if she carried this many to term. A proposed solution to her by her superior was to abort part of the clutch and keep the rest. The idea sickened Skirris visibly and proposed an alternate solution.

The pegasus sniffed softly at the ground while Skirris stayed by her side. She knew her superiors would want her to hurry along, but they cram their gullets with ash water for all she wanted. She had only done this once before. Ponies wouldn't take as well to the process if she pushed hard. Her special talent was breeding, but she was still skilled in subtle magic and manipulation.

"Here, lets take this off." Skirris lowered her horn to the pegasus mouth and let it shimmer, melting the goo from her lips. Trying to wipe it off with her knee, the pony gagged and sputtered for a second to get the tingling taste out of her mouth. Taking in deep breaths of the cool air, she relaxed a little. Skirris watched her for a moment before speaking up. "What's your name?"

"F-Flitter," the pegasus said in a quiet voice.

Skirris nodded a little, watching as Flitter licked her lips. "Alright Flitter, I'm Skirris. Do you know why you're here?" The mare shook her head. "Well, we have an important task for you. One that's better than what you had before and I guarantee you'll be treated much better. If you do this, we'll give you fresh food and water. You're own quarters and No more being stuck in a pod. You'll be given an honor very few of us ever get to achieve." Flitter swallowed the lump in her throat.

"Do I get to go home?" Flitter asked.

Skirris shook her head sadly. "No. Once here, everybody is here for good." Flitter lowered her head, giving her lips another lick as her ears pressed back. "Then no, I don't want to do it."

The changeling gave her a look. "I can help make it easier for you so you won't have to be comatose in a pod for the rest of your life. I don't want to see anyling like that myself. It's usually reserved for the most dangerous creatures we bring in to feed from. You might think we're an abominable race, but we're pretty civilized down here." Of course, most of it was stolen from the many races they had encountered over the centuries.

Flitters wings fluttered a bit, feeling like she was getting a little antsy and breathing a little harder. What was strange thought was that it felt like her body was warming up just a bit. 'Nerves,' she thought.

Reaching back, Skirris rubbed over shoulder and wing of the pegasus next to her. It had the desired effect she was looking for with the young mare letting out a soft groan and a shiver. The spell she had placed on the goo in her mouth was starting to work with the magic working through her blood. "We don't treat ponies like mere cattle to be used and thrown away. We treasure you ponies. You're everything to us. We want you and we're here to help."

Something was wrong, Flitter knew. The sweet words coming from the changelings mouth didn't sound right. Skirris rubbed her hoof harder into the pegasus wings, massaging her sore muscles from when she was struggling with the ember earlier. She was soon putty in her hoofs as the mare seemed to relax completely against the floor.

"Time to perform your duty."

Flitters eyes remained lidded as she heard that. She was feeling heavy with her entire body warming up from some unseen sunlight. "W-What?"

Skirris smiled as she got up, standing up and taking a step back with her waddling shuffle. Looking over her, she couldn't help but feel excited at such a good catch. Moving behind her, she leaned down and nuzzled the mare's tail out of the way to view the sweet cunt she had. Her lips were growing darker in color as blood coursed through her body in her growing induced estrus.

Flitter suddenly gasped aloud, eyes going wide with surprise when she suddenly felt a warm tongue curl around her outer vaginal lips. The sensation caused her legs to quiver and her wings to twitch at her sides. "A-Ahhh! Wait! Stop tha-eek!" It was inside her now. A changelings tongue was pushing into her sex. Her legs tried to clamp shut, but it was useless. The long, green tongue pressed into her deeper, wiggling and feeling around her tight velvet walls.

'She's delicious,' Skirris thought in amusement. Her tongue lapped at the cute pegasus cunt, dragging along the walls to excite the quivering female into her estrus further. The thickening smell of her sex was sweet and had an effect on herself as well. While the Breeders and her Brood Sisters were always referred to as 'female', the truth couldn't be further from it. She was primarily bred as a female, but hidden sheath and internal testes allowed her to

A pressure built up inside Skirris own aroused body, feeling a slit open up from between her distended belly and pussy. A green pointed head extended outward from the warm lips of the opened slit beneath her, growing larger like a proud stallion. The ribbed shaft pulsed with her heart, beating hard in excitement. It was a good friend she sadly didn't get to use much, outside of mounting her Brood Sisters for fun. She was almost giddy, finally being able to breed her own female!

Flitter was biting her lip, shivering hard with arousal coursing through her body. With a shuddering gasp, she whimpered out. "P-Please.. stop." Suddenly, the pleasure and pressure was gone. Flitter flopped back down onto the ground, panting softly as she tried to catch her breath. She was blushing furiously at the invasion, even putting her face down when she realized she had her flank in the air like she wanted to be rutted.

She felt a tingling around her hips, feeling herself being pulled up by magic. Turning her head, her eyes widened in terror as she saw behind her. Skirris was standing tall and proud behind her, placing her hooves on Flitters flanks with a hard cock pointed straight at her pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Stop! Please stop! Let me go!" Flitter started to struggle weakly against the ember, flapping her wings, anything. She was stuck and wouldn't go anywhere.

Giving a small chuckle, Skirris moved forward, pressing her pointed tip against her lips teasingly. 'Not till I blow my babies into your belly,' she thought. Her hips pushed forward, sinking deep into the mare. 'Oh sweet Chrysalis, she's tight!' She grunted a little as she sheathed herself inside Flitters tight sex, savoring the pleasure racing up her ovipositor. A Breeders ovipositor was bigger than many other stallions in Equestria, making many a mare a tight fit.

Flitter was bucking against the changeling in an effort to push her off, only proceeding to drive Skirris deep into her sex. Her futile efforts were only rewarded with a wave of warmth and pleasure riding up her spine. She was tired of putting up so many struggles and it was obvious she couldn't escape, though she was holding out the slimmest of hope that somepony would rescue her or she could escape.

Skirris grinned at Flitters efforts to try to buck her off. Her hooves dug in tight into her barrel, holding her as she started to buck her hips in response. "Mmmm, you've got real sass, Flitter. I like you. You're going to be a wonderful breeding mare." Her wings buzzed now and again in excitement as she started working on a spell.

Flitter shivered. Out of fear or pleasure, she didn't know. An image flashed across her mind at her words, not being able to block it out. A vision of herself in delirium, ass raised in the air as a brutish changeling held her down while he poured thick cum into her body. It was immediately followed by another with herself lying on her back with a dirty disheveled appearance and a distended belly. A tiny changeling nymph was squirming slightly as she pushed it from her outstretched cunt.

"No!" Trying to renew her efforts, a hoof came down to grab her by the neck, pulling her head back to face the changeling. Skirris eyes were now a hazy green with her horn alight in a sickening green wash of magic.

"Flitter. Stop this at once. Or you will be punished." Hypnotic words flowed from her mouth with a feeling like it was penetrating to the deepest parts of her mind, past all barriers of society, decency, and herself. The pegasus stopped immediately as her eyes became lidded, getting lost in the safe green void. "Flitter. You are going to be a brood mare. You are going to be one of the newest ponies to carry our seed and legacy. You will help us rebuild. You will feed us. You will be my pet." A green mist washed from the corners of Flitters eyes, pooling into and covering the white. She was now fully entranced.

A small nod was all the response Skirris got back. Smiling down at the mare, she kissed her with a loving affection, which Flitter could only happily return.

Flitter was completely under her control now. It took a lot of love and trying to concentrate on weaving the mind domination spell in the middle of fucking a mare. That kiss did provide a light snack to get some of her strength back. It was time to finish this.

Igniting her horn, the last of the ember melted away into a warm, watery syrup on the floor. It was a shame she had to pull out of the mare, but she wanted this. She wanted to look into the face of her first female conception.

Always, she had been the one to be taken and held down, loving the feeling of the changeling soldiers and royals as they sprayed their cum inside her fertile cunt. She was happy to create new life, rubbing at her belly full of soon to be hatched grubs and wet nursing the newborns before they're taken away to be cared for and trained. This however, giving something she loved to another, was the most arousing thing in such a long time.

Using her magic, she lifted Flitter's hips up to her waiting member. Watching Flitter gasp, Skirris smiled as she started bucking hard into her cunt. A low groan escaped the changelings lips from the pleasure rocking up her body. She was cumming soon. It'd be the perfect time then. Looking down at her pet, Skirris smiled. "Ahhh, good pony. Ready to be a mommy?" Flitter nodded without hesitation, much to Skirris delight. "Mmmph! You're going to have such a cute belly with my brood." A small whimper escaped the pegasus with her hoof trailing down to her flat belly.

It was enough. Biting her lip, Skirris thrust her length hard into the tight snatch, slamming into her hips for a moment before sheathing herself inside. The end of her pointed tip slammed into the loosened cervix just as she climaxed. Throwing her head back and yelling aloud, Skirris could feel something wonderful she hadn't felt before. Within her, the clutch shifted around her belly as several eggs were forced into a new passage from within her womb. With each pulse of her heartbeat, her ovipositor throbbed as it forced a smooth egg through the narrow passage, creating a bulge that moved from within her body down into the mare towards her end. Reaching the end of her head, the pointed tip that was jammed into Flitters cervix stretched it wide as the slimy egg passed from her head and into her womb.

Skirris could only shudder and gasp in delight as she impregnated the pegasus mare beneath her. It was such heaven pumping each egg from within herself and down into the cute pony. Especially when after the fourth egg passing into her womb made her belly start to bulge outwards. She already looks like she's carrying some stallion's foal within her. It would be funny if she sent her back among the pony folk, only to see her life undone when she starts passing large green eggs with changelings hatching from them. The looks on their faces at the chirping cuties that came from her.

Flitter was whimpering and panting softly, eyes closed while her belly grew with her new offspring being seated firmly within her. Being an ordinary young mare, she had never had foals of her own, much less many stallions trying to mount her to give her some. It was an alien feeling, but it felt so wonderful at the same time. It was likely the magic coursing through her as it was doing its best to write itself into her mind.

A 7th egg passed into Flitters womb, the last one that Skirris was willing to give to her. A gentle smiled crossed her smooth chitin, admiring the now swollen mare. She was so beautiful. "Mmmm, you'll do nicely."