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[Proportional Punishment Supplimental] Nymph

By Olibird
Created: 2020-12-31 15:34:17
Expiry: Never
anonnsfwbdsmdiscord/sim/submission is mandatorychangeling octirek

  1. >The hive has been broken.
  2. >Your children have once more been scattered to the winds, and you, as queen of the Changelings, have failed your ponies.
  3. >It doesn’t make any sense.
  4. >Yes, of course there had been tales of Equestria’s might; of their alicorn leader’s legendary fury on the battlefield...but your people don’t fight out in the open.
  5. >The infiltration seemed to be going off without a hitch…
  6. >Right up until, without warning, the hive itself was raided by the Equestrian military.
  7. >None of your children were unaccounted for.
  8. >There was no hint any of your infiltrators had been compromised.
  9. >The only drone that was unmasked recently was by the Cult of the Moon…
  10. >They would NEVER assist Equestria.
  11. >In the ensuing chaos, you were barely able to get your heiress out of there, before they found you.
  12. >You just hope your last message made it out to all your children.
  13. >”Stay away from Equestria.”
  14. >A smack to your side snaps you back to the present.
  15. >You snarl at the pegasus guard, barely half your size, who responds with another swat of its armored wing. “Move.”
  16. >Hatred. Disgust. All directed at you.
  17. >A burning loyalty to its princess.
  18. >Oh...you would love nothing more than to teach this little MORSEL its place, to show it just how much its loyalty to its Princess is worth.
  19. >But…
  20. >They've made it clear that any further “outbursts” by you, will be met with swift retribution to the children of yours that they have captured.
  21. >A third swat convinces you to tear your gaze from the uppity pony.
  22. >Wordlessly, you shuffle along the hall, the shackles hooked cruelly through your leg holes-signs of your people’s starvation-rattle with every step you take.
  23. >They’ve lead you away from the dungeons, into Canterlot castle proper.
  24. >Briefly, you glance at the other guards escorting you, tasting them.
  25. >Grim determination. Concern. A deep seated need to accomplish its task.
  26. >This one almost tastes like one of your drones.
  27. >Fear. A worry that it won’t return to its mate. Love for that mate…
  28. >The inhibitor on your horn doesn’t stop you from feeding on this one.
  29. >The others don’t notice.
  30. >You taste the final guard, hoping to find either a second source of love, or a hint of where they’re taking you.
  31. >Glee. A childlike anticipation. No...it’s masking something...a sorrow. Grief.
  32. >This one lost a friend to your children. It’s eager for revenge.
  33. >They’re moving you for some new torment, to force you to betray your own children.
  34. >No doubt another attempt to force you to tell the location of their fledgling hive.
  35. >As though the interrogators you’ve dealt with had any success.
  36. >You refuse to lower yourself to the level of actually ASKING them what they’re planning.
  37. >You won’t give them that satisfaction.
  38. >Instead, you continue to quietly feed off that one guard.
  39. >Will you be able to get enough to break through your inhibitor?
  40. >Doubtful.
  41. >But enough to force a shapeshift...maybe.
  42. >The right body at the right time can make any wish come true.
  43. >Your surroundings grow more ornate, soon you’re passing actual windows, servants ducking into nearby doors as you pass.
  44. >They soon stop you in front of a large door, decorated with a brilliant coat of arms, a sun emblazoned in the center.
  45. >Too soon, too damn soon!
  46. >You haven’t gathered NEARLY enough!
  47. >They throw the doors open without ceremony, revealing a cavernous throne room, the only sign of life within is the unmistakable alicorn occupying said throne.
  48. >Celestia.
  49. >Goddess of the sky.
  50. >She meets your hateful glare with the cold, dispassionate gaze that only a sovereign can manage.
  51. >Her guards bring a swift end to your non-verbal exchange, as they swat you again, forcing you to approach her.
  52. >It’s when one of them tries to kick your forelegs out from under you, in an attempt to make you bow, do you lose it.
  53. >Baring your fangs, you twist around to face it, hissing.
  54. >NOPONY tries to make YOU bow!
  55. >Fear. Anger. Terror. Panic.
  56. >Good.
  57. >Before you have a chance to maul your captor, a magical aura grabs you, holding you immobile, “Enough!”
  58. >Cold fury. Amusement.
  59. >Celestia.
  60. >The sky goddess twists your head in her magic, forcing you to once more meet her gaze.
  61. >Now that...was a mistake.
  62. >They say eyes are the windows to the soul.
  63. >Using what little love you’ve gathered to power your magic, you dive right through those opened windows.
  64. >You tear through her countless memories as she begins her speech, looking for something-anything-that you can use against her.
  65. >”Queen Nymph. Your changelings invaded my sovereign lands, foalnapped my ponies and conspired to overthrow the crown of the very land you stand on.”
  66. >Wait...something’s wrong.
  67. >That’s not right...what did she call you?
  68. >You don’t have time to think about it, you haven’t found anything useful yet, you’re running out of time!
  69. >”Why should I allow you to continue to bask in MY sun, the very sun you plotted to tear from the sky? Why should I allow you to gaze upon my brilliant night-”
  70. >THERE!
  71. >An image appears in her mind.
  72. >It’s...another alicorn?!
  73. >That's the Cult of the Moon’s deity!
  74. >That’s impossible, she’s not real...
  75. >But a whole host of memories spew forth.
  76. >A lifetime of the two of them growing up together. As sisters.
  77. >A beautiful love. A deep sorrow. Regret.
  78. >She sent her sister away…locked her on the moon.
  79. >This is you grant your wish. THIS is how you escape.
  80. >”...who’s stars you planned to scatter into the winds? Speak, Nymph, lest I banish you from ever seeing my sky again.”
  81. >Damn, damn, DAMN!
  82. >You don’t have enough to shapeshift!
  83. >Not all the way!
  84. >But...you can alter your voice.
  85. >That needs to be enough.
  86. >She narrows her eyes, “Well? Have you nothing to say in your defence?”
  87. >Opening your mouth, you speak with a voice torn from her memories,
  88. “Sister...it’s me. I came back…”
  89. >Shock. Confusion. Outrage. A glimmering seed of hope.
  90. >Keep going.
  91. “I made it back a couple days ago, but they got me when I was still weak and put me in a cocoon...they made me look like this! Made me look like her!”
  92. >Disbelief. Her hope takes root, sprouting.
  93. >The two emotions go to war.
  94. >The guards surrounding you look between one another and their floundering deity.
  95. >She silently mouths, “Luna,” not daring to voice it.
  96. >You just need her to take off this inhibitor...then you’ll be Luna for her.
  97. >Willing yourself to cry, tears spring forth, your stolen voice wavering.
  98. “I’m sorry for not lowering the moon before. I missed you so much, big Sister…”
  99. >Desire.
  100. >It joins forces with hope in the war over Celestia’s mind.
  101. >She WANTS it to be true.
  102. >Her aura releases you and she stands from the throne, trotting away, just under a canter.
  103. >”Your majesty?”
  104. >Reaching a window, her horn glows bright, brighter, soon almost blinding you and her guards.
  105. >You can’t raise a hoof to shield your eyes.
  106. >At once, that hope, that desire dies, the light from her horn soon follows.
  107. >Rage. Hatred.
  108. >Outside, you see evidence of what spell she cast.
  109. >In the sky, the moon hangs alongside the sun...she tore apart the natural order to confirm your story.
  110. >You just made a very big mistake.
  111. >Celestia whirls around, snarling.
  112. >Nopony would need to taste emotions to know what she’s feeling.
  113. >You open your mouth, but before you can speak, you’re pummeled by Celestia’s magic, her aura forcing you to the ground, the weight of the very sun slamming you to the floor.
  114. “Gaah!”
  115. >That weight only increases, keeping you from drawing any breath into your now empty lungs.
  116. >”You...would steal the tongue of divinity? You would impersonate MY OWN SISTER?! Have you no shame?!”
  117. >A tinge of sorrow. Hatred. So much hatred. For you and herself.
  118. >Can’t...breathe...
  119. >You scrabble your hooves against the marble floor, your chains ringing as you desperately try to crawl away, to escape the weight of her magic crushing you.
  120. >You can feel your chitin threatening to crack, your vision going dark.
  121. >She’s going to squash you like an ordinary insect...
  122. >Then, all at once, her magic vanishes.
  123. >You gasp for breath, the air tasting almost as wondrous as love, your legs limp under you.
  124. >That relief doesn’t last long.
  125. >The world soon turns orange and you’re lifted up by something that feels...wrong, the chains binding your legs and inhibitor on your horn melt away as your legs leave the ground.
  126. >This isn’t unicorn magic.
  127. >In fact, it’s not anything you’ve ever felt from any PONY.
  128. >A vague memory stolen from a pony scholar bubbles up in your mind.
  129. >Centaur magic...?
  130. >But they’ve been dead for centuries!
  131. >Looking down, you see your entire being is glowing a deep, angry orange.
  132. >There’s a crack in the air behind you, like a tree splitting, before Celestia speaks.
  133. >”Queen Nymph,” Her voice quivers with rage. “For the crimes of invading our nation, foalnapping, murder, and impersonating royalty, I hereby banish thee to the dark indefinitely!”
  134. >The last word barely leaves her mouth before your thrust backwards, through an...opening.
  135. >As you pass through the portal, you can feel SOMETHING being torn out of you-your magic!
  136. >You flail your still glowing legs, beating your wings uselessly as you begin to fall.
  137. >She stole your magic!
  138. >How are you going to feed?! Or defend yourself, or-
  139. >You don’t have time to contemplate that.
  140. >You’re too busy plummeting to your doom.
  141. >The ground hurtles towards you as your wings continue to beat uselessly, failing to catch the air-you’re going to die!
  142. >Uselessly, you cover your face with your hooves, not wanting to watch.
  143. >You slam into the ground.
  144. >...But...you’re alive!
  145. >In fact, you aren’t even hurt!
  146. >Shakily, you climb to your hooves, vaguely aware of something wrapped around one of your legs-you don’t even care!
  147. >You’re still alive!
  148. >Looking around, you take stock in your new...situation.
  149. >Steep mountains disappear into the haze filled sky.
  150. >Said miasma glows a dim orange, from some unknown light source.
  151. >You’ve...never heard of anything like this place…
  152. >Turning back to see what’s attached to your leg, a familiar face appears, inches from your own.
  153. >”Boo!”
  154.  
  155. -
  156.  
  157. >Gasping, your eyes snap open, revealing the bars of your cage.
  158. >She...she called you Nymph.
  159. >That’s not your name, not your real name, you KNOW it’s not!
  160. >Your real name is...is...no, not Nymph, that’s the name he gave you.
  161. >It’s…
  162. >You don’t remember.
  163. >Ooohh no, you don’t remember!
  164. >It’s here somewhere, where is it?!
  165. >You thrash around in your normally cramped cage, your egg laden belly making any normal movement impossible.
  166. >Panic. Desperation. Yours.
  167. >Your eyes scan the bars, as you squirm around, looking for...there!!
  168. >Cocoon.
  169. >At once, your legs go limp and you sink down onto your back.
  170. >Relief. Joy.
  171. >It’s the worst hoofwriting you’ve ever seen, but it’s the most beautiful sight you could lay your eyes on.
  172. >Cocoon.
  173. >Former Queen of the Changelings.
  174. >THAT’S who you are.
  175. >Not...not Nymph.
  176. >He’s taken everything from you, but he can’t take that, not while he keeps you here.
  177. >You still have YOUR name.
  178. >Squirming to find a more comfortable position, you close your eyes.
  179. >You’re too worked up to get back to sleep, now.
  180. >But...there isn’t much else you can do, when he’s out hunting.
  181. >Wait...what was that?
  182. >Your ears perk as you hear the distinct sound of flesh slapping against stone, coming closer.
  183. >It’s your master! He’s home!
  184. >Elation. Tinged with shame.
  185. >You should hate him, hate what he does to you...but anything is a welcome break from the grinding monotony of your cage.
  186. >Plus...he’s the only one you can feed off.
  187. >”Oh Nyyyymph~” His singsong voice announces his arrival.
  188. >You thrash around in your cage to get your hooves under you, sitting up as best you can, your horn poking through the bars.
  189. >He likes it when you look excited…
  190. >Sometimes he even lets you stay out of the cage!
  191. >Happiness.
  192. >You don’t have time to contemplate just how pathetic that thought was, as your master’s looming form soon appears in the entrance to your room, holding something-a waterskin, perhaps?
  193. >You’re suddenly keenly aware of how dry your mouth is.
  194. >Happiness. Exhaustion. Love.
  195. >Delicious, delicious love.
  196. >Your tongue lolls out through the ring holding your mouth open as you taste that wondrous love.
  197. >”How’s my sweetheart today?” He asks as he approaches your cage, his free hand reaching out, ready to give you ear scratches.
  198. >You wag your tail and lower your head, just as you’ve been taught.
  199. >”D’awww. Just as cute as always I see,” his fingers meet your ear, waves of pleasure soon rolling over you as he scratches.
  200. >You nod, letting your eyes droop as you bask in the attention.
  201. >It’s moments like this where you can truly enjoy this.
  202. >Feeding from a neverending font of love, being pleasured like this.
  203. >Letting your eyes close, you can almost see yourself, surrounded by your children, this “Human” servicing you as queen…
  204. >Your fantasy is rudely interrupted by the squeal of your cage door being opened.
  205. >”Sooo, I made sure to bring back some water for you, sweetie. Are you thirsty?”
  206. >Of course you are, the ring gag leaves you perpetually dehydrated, he knows that.
  207. >Still, you nod, wagging your tail even harder.
  208. >”Well then, come out and show me how much you want it.”
  209. >Now that you have permission, you shakily climb to your hooves, your cramped legs unused to supporting your weight.
  210. >Leaving the cage, you begin your well practiced routine.
  211. >Approaching his side, you nudge him with your nose before rearing up on your hindlegs, holding your forelimbs before you, and look up at the ceiling.
  212. >Just like a begging dog.
  213. >”Come on, I want to hear your beautiful voice.”
  214. >Delight.
  215. >There’s no malice behind this.
  216. >Pushing aside any sense of dignity you once had, you bark like a dog, wagging your tail and flitting your wings.
  217. “Arh! Arh!”
  218. >Elation. Giddiness.
  219. >”You’re so adorable, Nymph!”
  220. >He throws his arms around your barrel, slipping between your forelegs as he hugs you against him.
  221. >Instinctively you clench yourself under your tail, already getting wet at the contact.
  222. >Shame poisons the cloud of joy engulfing you both.
  223. >He did this to you.
  224. >He turned you into nothing but a living sex toy.
  225. >Part of you knows you should attack him, teach him his place in the world-you’re ROYALTY, his touch is an insult!
  226. >But you stopped listening to that part of you long ago...it gets you nowhere.
  227. >Instead, you wrap your forelegs around your master and rest your head on his shoulder, returning the hug and bask in his love for you.
  228. >The shame dissipates rather quickly.
  229. >”Alright, let’s get you that drink,” He pulls from your embrace and places his hand on your withers, forcing you to all fours before he holds up the waterskin, raising it about a foot above your head.
  230. >He’s in a good mood today.
  231. >Normally he holds it as high as he can.
  232. >You stretch your neck as far as you can before he starts pouring the water into your awaiting mouth.
  233. >You gulp it down as quickly as you can, keeping the stream in the center of the ring gag once he starts moving his arm side to side.
  234. >The last drop of water barely touches your tongue, “Alright, let’s see how well you did.”
  235. >His hand leaves your withers to grasp at your horn, gently moving your head around.
  236. >Bemusement. Pride.
  237. >Letting your horn go, he crouches down and inspects the floor, looking for any sign that you wasted the gift he’s given you.
  238. >Joy.
  239. >”Not a single drop. Good job, sweetheart!” He kisses your nose as he stands up.
  240. >You can’t stop from wagging your tail again.
  241. >”I’d say that means you’ve earned a reward. You want to come have dinner with us?”
  242. >You nod emphatically.
  243. >Of course you do, the alternative is going back in your cage.
  244. >”Let me get the leash, hang on.”
  245. >It takes but a moment for him to tie a rope around your neck and lead you out into the rest of the cave.
  246. >You soon find yourself having trouble keeping up with him.
  247. >Your legs are normally so unused that you can barely support a trot, coupled with your egg laden belly, it takes all you have to keep from lagging to the far end of the leash.
  248. >Oblivious, master recites a familiar complaint as the two of you work your way through the sloping caverns.
  249. >”Man, I hate this cave. The walls are ugly, and everything’s too far apart. Plus, no running water. You should have seen our last one, it was amazing.”
  250. >Annoyance. Regret. Both covered with a coat of happiness-from being around you.
  251. >“I don’t give a damn what Tirek says about defensibility. ‘Oh, we’ll be able to repel any attack.’ Yea right. From now on, I’m vetoing anything that doesn’t have a water source. It’s not like HE’S the one who has to get it, anyway.”
  252. >He looks back at you, “Wouldn’t that be nice, sweetie? If you didn’t have to worry about wasting water?”
  253. >You nod in response.
  254. >A lie.
  255. >You know that if drinking water stops being a game, he’ll come up with some other way to torment you; one you haven’t gotten good at.
  256. >”...and then I said slaughter? I hardly know her!”
  257. >Amusement accompanies Tirek’s laughter, both spilling out of the nearby kitchen.
  258. >”Hey guys. Have you finished cooking the skull-cat yet?” your master asks as he enters the room with you in tow.
  259. >”Why yes my friend, I’ve just finished,” the ancient centaur king turns around from the fire pit, his eyes falling on you.
  260. >Disgust. Disappointment.
  261. >”I see you’ve brought your pet. Don’t tell me you expect us to eat with that thing at the dinner table.”
  262. >Annoyance. Soon quashed by pride.
  263. >Your master pets down your mane, “What? Nymph’s being good, I figure she’s earned a treat.”
  264. >”Oh, let ol’ Anonymous here eat with his dog if he wants,” Discord, the monster straight out of myth and legend, floats up from the table, lounging as though he’s laying in a hammock. “After all, he’s the reason you’re eating in the first place.”
  265. >Bemusement. Tinged with a hint of maliciousness.
  266. >He’s trying to provoke an argument.
  267. >Your master shoots him a look, “You know I hate that nickname.”
  268. >A minor annoyance.
  269. >Discord “stands” up, placing a paw on his chest as he feigns injury, “Well, I’d call you Nameless, but that one’s taken, mister I-forgot-my-real-name-after-a-short-few-centuries.”
  270. >”Well it’s not like you two ever used it!”
  271.  
  272. -
  273.  
  274. >You gulp down air into your tortured lungs, your limbs shaking as you drag yourself those last few inches to hide behind a rocky outcropping.
  275. >...There...you should be out of sight now.
  276. >Your legs give out and you fall onto your belly.
  277. >You just need a minute.
  278. >Desperation.
  279. >Then...then you’ll catch your breath, and you’ll be able to outrun your master again.
  280. >No, no! NOT your master! Not anymore!
  281. >Anger. Hatred. Self loathing.
  282. .>You’re free now. He can’t do anything to you, ever again!
  283. >It’s been...hours, hasn’t it?
  284. >Hours of him relentlessly pursuing you, no matter how fast you’ve run, no matter how well you’ve tried to hide.
  285. >No creature can go forever.
  286. >He must be reaching his limit!
  287. >Glee. Somepony else’s.
  288. >Terror. Your own.
  289. >A chuckle you know all too well.
  290. >No, no, no!
  291. >Sorrow. Hatred. Gloom.
  292. >Discord’s translucent head juts out from the rock, his long neck twisting around so his eyes meet yours, albeit upside down.
  293. >The glee takes a malicious tint. A touch of disappointment.
  294. >All floating above a whirling maelstrom of emotions.
  295. >You’ve learned not to look too deeply into the mind of the lord of Chaos.
  296. >”Ooohh, don’t tell me you’re already giving up! Your friend still has at LEAST an hour left in him!”
  297. >A...a whole hour…?
  298. >Horror.
  299. >Throwing aside your dignity, you beg him between ragged breaths.
  300. “Discord. Please. You know...what he’ll do. If...if he catches me. Whatever...you want. I’ll give you...just please…”
  301. >”Anything I want, hmmm?”
  302. >A lion’s paw emerges and strokes his goatee, unaffected by gravity, “And just WHAT could you give an incorporeal being such as myself, hm?”
  303. >Desperation. Misery.
  304. >He’s playing with you.
  305. >You know there’s nothing you could offer him.
  306. >Yet despite that, you find your tail raising, turning off to the side to expose yourself.
  307. “I...could be YOUR plaything. Instead of his…”
  308. >Delight.
  309. >His eyes light up, “Well now, that WOULD be amusing. I haven’t had a proper servant since I was petrified...buuut…”
  310. >His malicious glee returns, surrounding you.
  311. >”You’d only be entertaining ME. This way you’re fun for the whole family!”
  312. >He sinks back into the rock.
  313. >Woe. Your own.
  314. >It takes two attempts, but you manage to struggle back to your hooves,.
  315. >Gritting your teeth, you begin to stumble away.
  316. >Can’t...let him...reach you...
  317. >”She’s over here!” Discord calls out.
  318.  
  319. -
  320.  
  321. >Amusement. Happiness. Begrudging acceptance.
  322. >Dinner has proved to be pleasant.
  323. >You may not be able to participate, but at least you’re out of your cage.
  324. >Eventually, Tirek brings the subject around to you, “Tell me. Is your pet ready to lay its clutch?”
  325. >”Hmm?” Your master looks up and hastily swallows the bite he’s taken. “Oh! Yea, she’s about ready to pop any day now. We just need to get her a proper host.”
  326. >He reaches his hand down and scratches under your chin, “Don’t we, Nymph?”
  327. >A surge of love.
  328. >You tilt your head back and lean into his scratching nails, letting out a little trill.
  329. >Disgust. From Tirek.
  330. >”Perhaps you should concentrate on that, instead of spending time with it?”
  331. >Your master’s mirth vanishes and his hand stops scratching.
  332. >Anger.
  333. >”Look. I don’t whine when you need to take your twenty breaks a day, old man, I would appreciate the same courtesy.” He jabs a finger at Tirek.
  334. >Humiliation. Rage.
  335. >”Do you forget who you speak to, colt?!”
  336. >”Before you two tear each other's throats out, I saw a pair of minotaurs a few hours from here. Anonymous and I can go get one tomorrow.”
  337. >Trepidation.
  338. >It betrays Discord’s nonchalant tone.
  339. >”Hmm...that could work. I’ll need some arrows made up, though. I hate getting close to those guys.”
  340. >Master’s hand returns to you, this time petting your mane.
  341. >”You’ll have a full quiver when you wake tomorrow.”
  342. >Indignation.
  343. >Discord stretches in mid air and changes the subject, ”In other news, New New New New New Gryphonstone got hit by cyclopses today.”
  344. >Amusement.
  345. >”Hah! I wonder if Grover’s finally going to give up that dream.”
  346.  
  347. -
  348.  
  349. >”So, she said she doesn’t ACTUALLY need a male changeling to make a clutch.”
  350. >”Truly?” Lord Tirek’s withered voice speaks, “So we can have our army? What do we need?”
  351. >Anticipation. Even from here, you can taste it.
  352. >You struggle against the stockade you’ve been placed in, slamming the back of your head repeatedly against it.
  353. >It’s wood, it’ll eventually yield!
  354. >Especially now that you’re immortal.
  355. >But you need something sooner than “eventually.”
  356. >You need to be gone, NOW, before that monster comes back and starts interrogating you again.
  357. >He said there’s a changeling hive out there…
  358. >If your captors are to believed, their queen is none other than Princess Klamná Láska, the pony who became the very first Changeling.
  359. >You’d...be less inclined to believe them, if your captors weren’t living legends themselves.
  360. >She’ll take you in with open wings-she’ll see you’re her direct descendant, she’ll take care of you, just as you took care of the swarm she left behind.
  361. >But you need to get FREE, first!
  362. >”She said she needs a host, so, you know, someone to do the deed, and something that loves her. Apparently that second one was a lot easier to do when she could shapeshift.”
  363. >”Hmm…”
  364. >You squirm your hooves, trying to wriggle them free-the damn board is caught on one of your leg holes, and if you can get it free...
  365. >”Yea, I don’t know how we’re going to do that without announcing to Tartarus that we have a changeling queen here. The minute word gets out, every group in the place will be after us.”
  366. >”I may have an idea, human. Give me some time to write down a list of supplies I’ll need, and then I’m sending you to New New Gryphonstone.”
  367. >”Are you sure that’s a good idea? I heard there’s a dragon coming from the south, and I don’t want to get caught in the middle of that.”
  368. >”All the more reason to go sooner, rather than later, my good friend.”
  369.  
  370. -
  371.  
  372. >”Soo, did you enjoy dinner, sweetheart?”
  373. >You nod, wagging your tail as your master leads you back into the room the two of you share.
  374. >He rewards you by planting a kiss on the top of your head.
  375. >”I’m really glad to hear that, sweetie. Are you excited about finally getting a host for your eggs? I know how much you’ve been wanting to have kids again.”
  376. >His hand idly strokes over your neck, his fingernails sending shivers down your spine.
  377. >Anticipation. A slight nervousness.
  378. >“Do we name them? Is that a changeling thing to do?”
  379. >Excitement.
  380. >Does he want you to answer honestly?
  381. >You shake your head no, giving him the truth-the only child you’ve ever named was your heiress.
  382. >A tinge of disappointment.
  383. >”Hmm. Maybe we’ll have to change that one up, then.”
  384. >Of course…
  385. >How silly to think you’d have a say in that…
  386. >Still, you nod your head as you try to ignore the melancholy permeating the room-yours, of course.
  387. >He unties the rope around your neck, ”I suppose this means we should probably get to bed. That way we’ll have an early start on tomorrow.”
  388. >Which means it’s time for you to go back into the cage.
  389. >Keeping your head bowed, you start walking back towards your metal prison.
  390. >Pensiveness.
  391. >Your forehoof barely touches the metal bottom of your cage when your master speaks up, “Not quite, Nymph. Do you want to spend the night with me?”
  392. >...Yes.
  393. >Yes you do.
  394. >Turning around, you almost trip over your hooves as you run over to your master, your tail wagging as you nuzzle against him.
  395. >Elation surrounds you-yours, of course.
  396. >Contentment, joy, love. His.
  397. >”Woah!” He grabs ahold of your smooth horn to keep from being knocked over, before throwing his arms around you.
  398. >”Aww, I love you too, sweetie.”
  399. >Your elation is soon swallowed by shame.
  400. >That little voice in the back of your mind is speaking again; complaining that he really HAS turned you into nothing more than his pet.
  401. >His hand finds its way behind your ear and scratches, silencing that voice.
  402. >”But you know...I’m going to need some help getting to sleep…”
  403. >Lust. Mutual.
  404. >You know exactly what he wants.
  405. >And you want it too.
  406. >Prancing away from your master’s grasp, you turn around and lift your tail, winking your sex for him, just as he’s taught you.
  407. >You’ve been dripping for quite a while now.
  408. >”Hmm...Actually Nymph, I’m thinking we put your ring gag to use tonight. That’ll be fun, don’t you think?”
  409. >A hint of disappointment.
  410. >You slowly lower your tail, but bob your head.
  411. >Of course you’d love to pleasure him...but you can’t deny you enjoy it more when he ruts you.
  412. >Turning back around, it takes you only a moment to work your head under the hide he wears as clothing.
  413. >You can’t deny that you always found his predilection for wearing clothing kind of cute.
  414. >You feel your horn rub against his smooth belly as you search out the small tuft of fur signifying...there!
  415. >Breathing in his scent, your forked tongue finds its way to his exposed stallionhood, licking over its head.
  416. >”Ooohh...that’s a good girl…”
  417. >He clasps his hand over the back of your head, keeping you from pulling away...as though you would ever want to.
  418. >You close your eyes as you continue to prepare him, his cock stiffening from your attention.
  419. >His fingers wrap around your horn, the only warning you have that he’s ready, before he pushes your head back.
  420. >You only have a second to reposition yourself before he pulls you forward, his cock slipping right through your ring gag.
  421. >Briefly, the memories of the times you weren’t fast enough bubble up in your mind.
  422. >The swift, terrible retribution...
  423. >You drink in the lust surrounding you both to push those memories away-you should be focused on one thing, and one thing only right now:
  424. >Pleasuring your master.
  425. >As he forces your snout into his fur, you swallow around his cocktip, his length having pushed past your mouth and down your throat.
  426. >Pride fills that cloud of lust.
  427. >”Good girl…” he whispers out, taking a moment to pet over the back of your head, sending chills down your spine.
  428. >You wag your tail and trill around his cock in response.
  429. >Joy.
  430. >Sadly, you don’t get much time to bask in that praise.
  431. >He soon starts to thrust into your mouth as though it were your sex, his hands holding your head still.
  432. >You shudder and lap at his length as best you can while he repeatedly thrusts into your throat.
  433. >Master taught you to take pride in pleasuring him...to take pleasure in being used like this.
  434. >The slowly growing puddle between your hind legs is testament to that.
  435. >You know better than to touch yourself, however.
  436. >If you do a good enough job here, then he might return the favor.
  437. >His cock twitches in your maw as you swallow around him, earning yourself a groan.
  438. >He’s close...master must be enjoying the thought of what’s about to come, tomorrow.
  439. >You know what he needs to get over the edge…what he enjoys.
  440. >Carefully, ever so carefully, you reach your hooves up, between his legs, and cup his balls in your frogs.
  441. >He groans again, his cock spasming in your mouth once more...you can taste his precum.
  442. >You shudder...whether from the taste, or the memories of all the times he made you practice that move.
  443. >All the times he beat you senseless for pushing just slightly too hard, or having one hoof in the wrong position…
  444. >Fear and misery poison the cloud of lust around you both.
  445. >Anger. All directed at yourself.
  446. >You can’t think about something like that now!
  447. >You should be enjoying the fact that you did it right!
  448. >Master’s cock spasms again, tearing you from your introspection, the only warning you’re given before he shoves his whole length inside you, hilting against your ring gag.
  449. >”Oooohhh…” he groans out as his cock flexes inside you, shooting its thick ropes of seed into your throat.
  450. >Disappointment once more taints the lust surrounding you.
  451. >You love the taste of his cum…
  452. >All the same, you swallow every drop, milking his length of every last drop as he pulls out of you.
  453. >Satisfaction. Love.
  454. >”Ooohh, that was amazing…” He kneels down and wraps his arms around your shoulders, “Good job, sweetheart!”
  455. >Elation. Pride.
  456. >You coo to your master and rest your head against him, nuzzling as you bask in the love of his afterglow.
  457. >He strokes over your back, his hands disappointingly far from your raised tail.
  458. >Eventually, he pulls from the embrace, with a final kiss to your head. “Come on you, time for bed.”
  459. >Disappointment. A surge of lust.
  460. >A small whine rises from your throat before you even realize it.
  461. >Amusement.
  462. >Your master chuckles and scratches behind one of your ears, “Let’s save that for tomorrow, hm? I don’t want you to be sore for your laying.”
  463. >Despite your body crying out against you, you nod your head and force your tail to wag.
  464. >Delight.
  465. >”Good girl. Now come on. If I have to say it again, you’re going back in your cage.”
  466. >You press to your master’s side as he leads you over to his bed.
  467. >It’s noting more than a pile of straw, with two animal hides atop it.
  468. >But compared to the cage, it’s like sleeping on a cloud again.
  469. >He lifts the hide that serves as a blanket, “Expectant mothers first.”
  470. >Giving him another brief nuzzle, you squirm your way under the blanket, not stopping until you reach the far side of the bed.
  471. >Euphoria.
  472. >Simply sleeping in his bed would be reward in of itself.
  473. >But your master soon joins you, his powerful muscles wrapping themselves around you as he presses to your back.
  474. >Your tail twitches as his crotch presses to the back of it, inches away from your dripping, winking sex.
  475. >It takes every ounce of your self control not to lift it.
  476. >You know exactly what‘ll happen if you do, egg laden or not.
  477. >Master kisses the back of your head, “Goodnight Nymph. I love you.”
  478. >Trilling in response, you say more than words ever could.
  479. >You love him too.
  480.  
  481. >Triumph. Pride. Elation.
  482. >”Oh Nyyyymph!” Your master sings out.
  483. >Wagging your tail, you squirm around in your cage, sitting up just in time to feel a third being's emotions.
  484. >Rage. A growing terror. All hiding panic.
  485. >”Let me go, you overgrown pig!”
  486. >Your master appears, holding onto a net slung over his shoulder, a squirming, writhing mass caught within.
  487. >”How’s my sweetheart today?”
  488. >You wag your tail even harder and press your face to the bars-whatever he’s holding means there’ll be no ear scratches for you.
  489. >Or water...you’ll go thirsty, today.
  490. >”Glad to see that, cutie. So, turns out, the minotaurs got away...but I DID get ahold of their pet.”
  491. >Outrage.
  492. >”Pet? Pet?! You think I was some minotaur’s PET?! I’m Gertrude the Grisly, scourge of the sixteen seas!” The captured gryphon renews her struggling behind your master’s back.
  493. >Arrogance. Pride. Your master’s.
  494. >”Yea, well, pretty soon you’ll be Gertrude the guh-eggbound, host to the new Changeling swarm.”
  495. >Shock.
  496. >”W-what?”
  497. >Snapping his hands open, Master’s bundle drops to the floor, the gryphon landing with a yelp.
  498. >The terror grows, swallowing the gryphon’s other emotions.
  499. >He pins the end of the net under his foot and opens your cage, “Come on out, sweetie.”
  500. >Happiness.
  501. >With your tail going a mile a minute, you squirm your way out of your cage, your egg-laden belly barely fitting through the door.
  502. >Once you're free, you shakily waddle your way over to your master and nuzzle against him.
  503. >A surge of love.
  504. >He kisses you and whispers, “This is my gift to you, sweetheart. Do whatever you want to her, but I expect her to be the host for our children.”
  505. >Elation. Yours.
  506. >Your hooves clack against the ground as you approach the bound gryphon.
  507. >”N-now, hang on a minute…” she pleads, “Why-why not lay your eggs inside HIM? He doesn’t have claws! O-or fly! I’d be more useful if you let me go and used him-”
  508. >You silence her with a slap to her face, tasting your anger in the air.
  509. >How DARE she?
  510. >You wouldn’t ever betray him like that!
  511. >You shove the dazed gryphon’s head to the floor, pressing your hoof to her feathered head as you position yourself over her, wrapping your other hooves around her.
  512. >Unfortunately, the ring gag in your mouth keeps you from taking a proper bite-hold on her neck.
  513. >The closest you can get is awkwardly rubbing your fangs against her feathers.
  514. >”Nooo...no, no, no, no, no, no…” the gryphon moans out.
  515. >Either way, this is enough for your body to get to work.
  516. >Your ovipositor extends, its pointed tip rubbing against her sex.
  517. >Shock. Horror.
  518. >Gertrude the gryphon thrashes under you, her feathers fluffing out as she tries to bring her claws to bare.
  519. >”L-listen! You don’t need to do this! Please, I can help you!”
  520. >Desperation.
  521. >”He-he keeps you in a cage, right? I wouldn’t do that! We-we could be partn-Aaaahh!”
  522. >You silence her by spearing your length into her sex.
  523. >Delight. Your master’s.
  524. >She shudders under you as you work your way into her tight, squeezing passage, your natural lubricant oozing out into her, destroying any resistance she might offer.
  525. >”Ple-e-ease,” she sobs out as a rather unique combination of shame, disgust, and hatred hit you.
  526. >It’s something you haven’t tasted from others in quite a long, long time.
  527. >You’re soon blocked by her cervix.
  528. >With a twitch, you release a cloud of muscle-relaxant from your ovipositor, allowing you to slip right into her womb seconds later.
  529. >”Nooo…” she moans out below you, shuddering, twitching.
  530. >Sorrow.
  531. >You take a moment to bask in this.
  532. >Her tight passage squeezing around your ovipositor, the gryphon trying desperately, futilely to force you out of her, your master watching, approval oozing out of him.
  533. >For a second...you actually feel like the queen you once were.
  534. >...Time to get to work.
  535. >One at a time, you feel your eggs work their way through you, your ovipositor pulsing, forcing her walls to stretch as they’re carried down her passage, and into her awaiting womb.
  536. >The tip of your appendage opens, sending a ripple of pleasure through you as that first egg is squeezed out into her.
  537. >The gryphon no doubt feels it, as she howls out, thrashing below you with renewed vigor.
  538. >But it’s already too late.
  539. >Your master’s delight mixes with the gryphon’s cavalcade of emotions.
  540. >”I’m going to kill you, you little bitch! I’m gonna cut you open and EAT you!” she sobs out.
  541. >Ooohh, how you wish you could bite down on her, inject her with venom to cease her struggling.
  542. >But your master didn’t give you your mouth back...he must be enjoying watching her struggle.
  543. >One of her wings manages to poke out through a hole in the net, and slaps you in the face.
  544. >You respond by punching her in the back of the head again, this time causing the gryphon to lose consciousness, going limp under you.
  545. >That allows you to concentrate on laying your clutch, one egg at a time being squeezed out into the gryphon’s depths as all the while pleasure rolls over you.
  546. >It feels like a weak, prolonged orgasm...
  547. >You can taste your master’s pride, his joy, his love for you, making this all the better.
  548. >It’s pure bliss...you’ve never felt this wonderful, even when you were ruling your hive.
  549. >This is what it’ll be like all the time, won’t it?
  550. >You and your master, in pure, loving bliss together, with hundreds of your children buzzing around you.
  551. >...You’d give anything to spend eternity like that.
  552. >By the time the gryphon’s regained consciousness, her passage squeezing around you to signify her return to the waking world, her belly’s just slightly distended.
  553. >Embarrassment. Shock. Horror. Disgust. Rage.
  554. >She thrashes against you once again, screaming, crying out once more, but it doesn't matter.
  555. >Your final egg is already working its way into her squeezing sex.
  556. >Depositing it inside her, you give her feathered neck a lick before pulling back your egg-laying appendage.
  557. >That’s when your master’s fist punches you in the face.
  558. >You’re thrown off, landing on your side, your head bouncing off the rocky floor.
  559. “Uuh!”
  560. >Your vision swims, your head throbbing from the impact...distracting you only for a moment, before a whirlwind of emotion descends upon you.
  561. >Outrage. Fury. Rage. So much anger.
  562. >Betrayal.
  563. >”Nymph…” Your master’s voice quakes with rage, with...pain.
  564. >What did you do wrong?!
  565. >Cracking an eye open, you see...oh no.
  566. >Terror, true mortal terror fills the air.
  567. >A small trail of blood is leaking from master’s mouth as he climbs off his bed, a green film coating his face...his belly’s extended.
  568. >Where...where’s Gertrude?!
  569. >His bed’s covered in green slime-your natural lubricant..
  570. >You…
  571. >You laid your eggs in him.
  572. >The gryphon was a dream.
  573. >”What...the HELL did you just do?!”
  574. >Horror. Shame, Guilt…Sorrow.
  575. >You throw yourself on the ground, pressing your ears to your head and whimper as you master struggles over to you.
  576. >”Did you...did you just fucking-” he coughs, his blood splattering over your back, “Did you just fucking use ME as a host?! What the hell were you thinking?!”
  577. >He grabs your horn, twisting your head back to look at him.
  578. >His rage overpowers any emotion from you.
  579. >You’ve never seen him this angry.
  580. >...Hatred.
  581. >Your eyes water as you choke back a sob.
  582. >He’s going to kill you! He’ll kill you again and again!
  583. >You’re going to be crucified, just like his pets, leaving you to be picked apart by everything that wanders by!
  584. >...He’s going to cut your children out of himself, isn’t he?
  585. >Just to watch you clutch your dying eggs in your hooves.
  586. >Your master draws his fist back, before devolving in another coughing fit.
  587. >His hand slips from your horn as he doubles over, gasping for air before he collapses, having lost consciousness.
  588. >His emotions fade from the air, leaving only your terror, your sorrow, your panic.
  589. >You...you need to make this right!
  590. >You need to show him you didn’t mean to lay them in him! You wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt him!
  591. >You love him!
  592. >Glancing around, your eyes soon fall on the only thing you could use in the room: your cage.
  593. >...That’s it!
  594. >Pushing him, you roll your master over to your cage and carefully, gently, push him in, one limb at time.
  595. >Once he’s snugly in your prison, you close the door.
  596. >There!
  597. >He’s still going to punish you, you know he will, but now, now he’ll have to calm down first.
  598. >He’ll have to wait until you have Discord explain to him that it was an accident.
  599. >That you didn’t betray him!
  600. >With that secure, you head out into the rest of the cave, finding it much easier to walk now that you’re no longer carrying your children.
  601. >Guilt.
  602. >Following the paths your master’s taken you down, you soon find yourself rubbing at your neck.
  603. >It feels...wrong not to have the leash on.
  604. >...
  605. >This cave is bigger than you remember.
  606. >Your growing worry clings to you.
  607. >Eventually, you do manage to find another source of emotions, a sign of life.
  608. >Boredom. A smoldering resentment.
  609. >Practically breaking out in a gallop, you run into the room to discover...Tirek.
  610. >The centaur looks up from his workbench as he hears you enter, raising an eyebrow once he sees you.
  611. >Curiosity. Bemusement.
  612. >There should be contempt. Hatred directed at you. Why aren’t you feeling it?
  613. >”Aaahh. I see you’ve gotten lose...no master, no leash, and no eggs. Is this another escape attempt?” His lips curl into a grin.
  614. >You shake your head no, approaching him and falling onto your belly as you had for your master a little while ago.
  615. >”No?” His weak hand cups your chin and forces you to look up at his black, beady eyes, “Then tell your lord what you’ve done.”
  616. >You blink.
  617. >Curiosity.
  618. >Surely he can see the gag?
  619. >You couldn’t speak even if you wanted to...
  620. >”Aah, right, of course.”
  621. >Seeing the issue, he reaches his gnarled hand out and grasps an arrow off his work bench.
  622. >With one smooth motion, he cuts the strap holding the gag in place, the ring soon slips from its place behind your fangs and clatters as it hits the ground.
  623. >Satisfaction.
  624. >A surge of fear.
  625. >Master didn’t give you permission to talk, it doesn’t matter if somepony cut it!
  626. >You snap your mouth shut.
  627. >You don’t trust yourself well enough not to accidently speak.
  628. >”Much better. Now tell me girl, what happened?”
  629. >You begin to pantomime what happened, pointing back down towards yours and master’s room.
  630. >Annoyance.
  631. >”I have no patience for the human’s games, Nymph. Now tell me what has happened.”
  632. >Woe. Terror.
  633. >Your training is overwhelming your desire to explain.
  634. >The annoyance in the air vanishes.
  635. >”Aaah...I see the issue. You think you do not have permission to speak.” His withered hand strokes down your mane, much as your master likes to.
  636. >”Let me explain the hierarchy. The human is your master. As royalty, I am the human’s master. Any command I give you supersedes his. Now OBEY ME, or I will go down there and make sure he punishes you for insubordination.”
  637. >Fear.
  638. >A well trained response, at the thought of disobedience.
  639. >You work your mouth, fighting with your tongue to form words.
  640. “I…”
  641. >After so long, your voice feels foreign to you.
  642. “I accidentally...laid...my eggs in Master.”
  643. >”Oh?” Amusement. “That doesn’t seem like something that just happens on accident. How exactly did you “aaccidentally” lay your eggs in my companion?”
  644. >Guilt. Melancholy.
  645. “I dreamed he brought a gryphon back! He..I...used the gryphon an’ ...I..I…”
  646. >You throw yourself at his hoofs and wail out,
  647. “I didn’t mean to!”
  648. >Delight?
  649. >Tirek’s odd emotion shocks you out of your self-pity.
  650. >His sharp voice is more in line with how you’d expect him to react, “Where is he now? What did you do with your master?”
  651. “He…” You sob, “He’s in the cage!”
  652. >You cover your face with your hooves as you continue to sob, expecting an arrow to soon find its way into you.
  653. >Satisfaction. Maliciousness.
  654. >”There, there, it’s alright.” Tirek pets over your mane again, “I have been expecting this for quite a while.”
  655. >Confusion.
  656. >You peek your head out from under your hooves, cracking an eye open.
  657. >”Nymph, your time under the human’s thumb was only meant to be temporary. After all, a horde of changelings will be much more...effective than one, solitary human.”
  658. >Your confusion grows into bewilderment.
  659. “Wh-what?”
  660. >”While I had hoped to keep you both, losing the human was not an unforeseen conclusion. Nymph. It’s time you moved up in the world, don’t you think?”
  661. >Terror.
  662. “No!”
  663. >You know where you belong, where you deserve to be, at master’s heel!
  664. >Anything he gives you to change that is a gift, and a temporary one at that!
  665. >It’s an immutable fact...
  666. >If there’s no chance for that to ever improve, then it’s a burden you no longer need to worry about.
  667. >It’s a fact you’ve taken happiness in, for years.
  668. >This time the bewilderment comes from Tirek.
  669. >”No? What do you mean no? Of course you do, everypony wants to!”
  670. >Squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head no.
  671. >Determination. Yours.
  672. >Anger cuts through that bewilderment.
  673. >”Listen to me, INSECT! You will do as I say, or I will release the human, and he will punish you for not only betraying him, but for disobeying ME!”
  674. >Terror. Sorrow.
  675. >You don’t want to betray him..you’re a good girl!
  676. >Your master’s good girl!
  677. >But...you also don’t want to be punished.
  678. >Even if you deserve it…
  679. >Misery.
  680. “I-I will, Mast-”
  681. >”Lord.”
  682. “I will, Lord. I WILL obey you…”
  683. >Satisfaction.
  684. >His hand grabs your chin and tilts your head so you’re looking up at him.
  685. >“Good. You’re going to go down there, and tell him that you’ve trapped me in a cocoon. You’re going to tell him that he’s not going anywhere until your children are hatched, because you’re turning this cave into your new hive.”
  686. >”At NO point are you to tell him this comes from me. Understand?”
  687. >Sorrow. Reluctance. Hatred. For yourself.
  688. >But you still find yourself nodding your head.
  689. “Y-yes Lord.”
  690.  
  691. -
  692.  
  693. >To say your master took the news badly would be an understatement.
  694. >He screamed and shouted, did everything he could to kick the cage open, and left you more terrified than you ever have in your life.
  695. >But as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, he slowly calmed down.
  696. >His rage, which permeated the room to the point where you could barely stand to be in there, settled into a low, simmering anger.
  697. >It was enough for you to get to work on “redecorating” that room.
  698. >Lord Tirek told you to turn the place into a hive suitable for your children, and that’s what you did, when you weren’t out doing master’s job.
  699. >Of course, you aren’t going out into Tartarus on your own.
  700. >Discord chaperones you when he isn’t helping you hunt, to make sure you aren’t trying to run away.
  701. >Not that you would.
  702. >You have your children to take care of...and your master is your only food source.
  703. >A food source, which, despite repeated dismissals from your Lord, has been slowly running dry, as your children’s hatch date draws near.
  704. >That is, until one day...
  705. “Master?”
  706. >You push the roasted leg of buffalo through the bars of the cage.
  707. “Aren’t you hungry, master?”
  708. >He looks at you with sunken eyes, before kicking away the drumstick.
  709. >Hatr-no, NO!
  710. >He doesn’t hate you, he never would.
  711. >It’s anger.
  712. >“Don’t you dare call me that, Nymph. You don’t deserve to use that word.”
  713. >Sorrow. Your own.
  714. >You blink back tears, and reach a hoof up to the bars.
  715. >Small holes have started to form on your once completely solid legs, proof of the difficulty you’ve had feeding of late.
  716. “Please...Master…”
  717. >Disgust.
  718. >He scoots around in the cage to face away from you.
  719. “You know that I still love you, right master? I’ll let you out once our children-”
  720. >”YOUR children, Nymph. Unless they come out part human, they are NOT. MINE. You understand?”
  721. >Anguish.
  722. >He’ll...he’ll change his mind.
  723. >He has to.
  724. >Once they’re hatched, he’ll look into their eyes and feel the connection to them that all parents feel.
  725. >That’s what your Lord says...
  726. >You just need to keep your master healthy until then.
  727. >You walk over to his discarded meal.
  728. >Gingerly, you nose it back to the cage and sit on your haunches.
  729. >He’ll eat.
  730. >Once he gets hungry enough, once you’re out of sight, he’ll eat.
  731. >But you’re hungry now.
  732. >You’ve barely had anything in the past week.
  733. >Wagging your tail half heartedly, you search through the swirl around him, looking for that love that’s now buried under his dour emotions.
  734. >It’s been hiding lately, but you’ll find it.
  735. >You just need to dig deeper...hidden under everything...it should be riiight...there!
  736. >You find nothing but cold indifference.
  737. >No...nooo, no, no, no, no, no!
  738. >You begin feeding off him, taking in all the disgusting, indigestible resentment in search of that spark of love.
  739. >It has to be there, you just KNOW it!
  740. >Your stomach churns, nausea setting in as you continue to eat those vile emotions coming off him.
  741. >Just….need a tiny bit...
  742. >Bile fills your throat, forcing you to stop.
  743. >Doubling over, you retch as you try to keep control.
  744. >There...there was nothing you could eat.
  745. >Not a drop of love...not even any lust.
  746. >Cafard surrounds you.
  747. “M-master?”
  748. >Your voice shakes, as you wipe away tears with your hoof.
  749. >You don’t believe it, he...he can’t!
  750. >You must have taken in too many other emotions to have tasted it.
  751. “Do you...still love me?”
  752. >Annoyance. Disgust.
  753. >He twists around to look at you, a snarl consuming most of his face.
  754. >”You betrayed me, Nymph. You laid eggs in me, attacked poor, helpless Tirek, locked me in a cage for months, and now you have the gall to ask me if I LOVE YOU?! NO, I don’t love you!”
  755. >You recoil as though he just slapped you.
  756. >Anguish. Melancholy.
  757. >”If you really love me, Nymph, then when these changelings are hatched, you’ll have them dump the two of us somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Because I NEVER want to see you again.”
  758. >The words twist into your heart deeper than any blade could.
  759. >Betrayal. A suicidal agony.
  760. >As you start to cry, you gallop out of the fledgling hive.
  761.  
  762. -
  763.  
  764. >You crack your eyes open, taking in the soft glow of your hive and bask in the misery surrounding you.
  765. >You remember that...that was the worst moment of your life.
  766. >You are Nymph, Queen of the Changelings.
  767. >A long time ago, you went by another name but...you’ve since forgotten it.
  768. >Concern, fear, worry all cut through the bubble of your misery, the only warning you have before the doors to your room burst open and your children pour in.
  769. >”Mother! Are you alright?” one of them cries out before the rest join in, barraging you with questions concerning your well being.
  770. >With a small smile, you roll over to sit up.
  771. “I’m alright, children. Just...a bad dream. Go back to your duties now, I’ll be out shortly.”
  772. >”Are you sure, mother?” One of them asks, the crowd hesitating.
  773. >You force yourself to extrude some happiness.
  774. ”Yes, I’m sure. Thank you for your concern.”
  775. >A whirlwind of various emotions engulf you, varying reactions from your children.
  776. >However, you turn away to look at the trophy on your wall, a cocooned gryphon, signifying that it’s time for them to leave.
  777. >King Grover.
  778. >Your children captured him when your swarm had overtaken Gryphonstone’s final incarnation.
  779. >Master would be so proud…
  780. >But you did as he asked.
  781. >You obeyed the final command your master gave you.
  782. >Nostalgia overtakes your misery.
  783. >Only then do your children shuffle out, one by one, until there’s only a single source of concern left.
  784. >”You dreamt about Father again, didn’t you?”
  785. >Forlorn Hope.
  786. >You named every one of the dozen Changelings born from your master, just like he had wanted.
  787. >You had wanted to give each and every one of them a human name...but you didn’t know any.
  788. >So you named them after the emotions you were tasting at the time.
  789. >Forlorn Hope quickly became the daughter you could confide in.
  790. “Is it that obvious?”
  791. >You turn back to look at her, your child sitting on the floor...right where his bed used to be.
  792. >Your own bed sits where the cage once did.
  793. >”You only look at Grover when you dream about...him…” She offers, gazing upon you with her large, blue eyes.
  794. >A spark of happiness, still coated in your misery.
  795. >You giggle, basking for a moment in your child’s concern.
  796. >You’re their mother, YOU should be the one concerned for them...not this.
  797. >This whole hive has been a cruel parody of what should be.
  798. >Just like you are.
  799. >That spark dies out.
  800. >You throw yourself on your bed, and cover your face with your forelegs.
  801. “It was going to be so perfect, Hope! None of you would have to feed me, Klamná would on the wall next to Grover...I’d be able to be a REAL queen for you! Instead of…this broken...”
  802. >Anguish.
  803. >Worry, tinged with pity, with helplessness.
  804. >It’s the kind of emotion you’d expect from the family of somepony dying from an illness.
  805. >Her hoof rests against your flank, “Mother...I don’t understand why you don’t ask us to find him for you…”
  806. >Frustration.
  807. “There’s no point, Hope. He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t...want me anymore…”
  808. >Sorrow.
  809. >Your voice wavers before you trail off, know that your children will swarm the room again if you break down crying.
  810. >A pair of small hooves wrap around your barrel, Hope’s head soon joining them as she nuzzles against your chitin.
  811. >You can taste the love radiating off her.
  812. >It was originally stolen from one of the many captives of the hive.
  813. >It’s not the same…
  814. >”He loved you once, right Mother?”
  815. >You nod, not lifting your head from your hooves.
  816. >”So...why can’t we make him love you again?”
  817. >Intrigue.
  818. >It manages to cut through your melancholy.
  819. >Cautiously lifting your head, you look down at your child’s gaze.
  820. “Explain.”
  821. >Joy.
  822. >”We’ve managed to make all the others love us in some form or another. What if we make him forget the time he spent in the cage? Make him forget everything since he stopped loving you?”
  823. >That could...
  824. >No.
  825. >You tear your gaze from her.
  826. >Resignation.
  827. “If we did that, Hope, he’d want to torture me. I...I wasn’t strong enough to face it then...and since then I’ve only grown softer...I couldn’t…”
  828. >Pensiveness.
  829. >This isn’t the first time the two of you had a conversation like this...it always ends the same.
  830. >Every time she tries to find some new way to convince you to find him, you explain there’s no reason to and she tries to convince you to move on.
  831. >But you can’t move on.
  832. >You miss him too much...you miss the security he provided. The love he showered you with. The way he ALWAYS knew what was best.
  833. >You miss not having to worry about watching your children be slaughtered by Klamná Láska’s hive, by dragons, by all the monsters here...
  834. >You just want to turn your mind off, to let all your concerns melt away and be nothing but his pet once again…
  835. >That was the only time you were ever truly happy.
  836. >Misery rises up around you.
  837. >”But...that’s what we’re for, mother.”
  838. >...What?
  839. >You look down at her again.
  840. >She shifts, averting her gaze, playing with her hooves.
  841. >Trepidation.
  842. >”You...once told me that sometimes he’d hurt you, but after he did, everything would be ok, again. If...if it would make you happy...any of us would-”
  843. “No!”
  844. >You grab her and pry her from her grasp, dragging her up across the bed until she’s inches away from your snout.
  845. “You’re his CHILDREN, not his pets! He would never hurt you!”
  846. >Hope smiles, “But that’s just it...we’d shapeshift into you. We’d take turns being punished so that it wouldn’t ever be too much.”
  847. >Your tail twitches and desire oozes out of you before you can stop it.
  848. >You want to say yes.
  849. >More than anything you do...but…
  850. >Picking up on your emotion, Hope continues, “You told us all that, ‘The right body at the right time can make any wish come true.’ We want to make YOUR wish come true, Mother. All of us.”
  851. >Desire. Hope.
  852. >That...that could work.
  853. >You’d hate yourself for it, hate what you’d be putting your children through…
  854. >But having your master watching over you in your hive…
  855. >That’s been your only fantasy for years.
  856. >It’d be disgusting, tricking him, brainwashing him like all your other captives.
  857. >But you’d get your master back.
  858. >Forlorn Hope’s...well, hope grows, entwining with yours as she gazes into your eyes.
  859. >Sanguinity. Cautious happiness.
  860. “Gather your brothers and sisters, Hope. It’s time to find your father.”
  861. >Once you have him back, you’ll have all eternity to fix your mistake.
  862. >You gave up too soon, before.
  863. >This time, you’ll MAKE him love you.

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