Anon Abducted

>Today was turning out to be a very interesting day indeed.
>While you were finishing off your breakfast there was a knock on your door which you promptly answered.
>Two mares which you never seen before stood there with a rather large crate between them.
“Can I help you two with something?”
>The two mares shared a sideward glance before launching themselves at you.
>Hitting the ground you were quickly overpowered by the two.
>Normally you could have easily overpowered the small horses but these two were stronger than you had expected.
>Surprisingly stronger.
“Can’t we talk about this?”
>They quickly stuffed you inside the crate and shut the lid without the courtesy of a simple “no”.
>Now- well now you, within this nicely put together crate were being taken somewhere.
>It was getting a bit stuffy in here though.
“Hello?”
>…
“Listen I’m not one to usually complain about these sorts of things but do either of you mind drilling an air hole in this thing? It’s getting a little muggy in here.”
>And no response.
>Sighing you tried getting into a more comfortable position since it felt like both your legs were beginning to fall asleep.
>Let’s face it, this isn’t the first time you’ve been abducted like this.
>First it was that thing with the saddle Arabian princess which decided she wanted you in her harem.
>Then there was that whole Luna thing.
>The moon princess was a little old-school from what Twilight told you.
>Apparently back in ye olden times, mares would just take whichever stallion they fancied and that was that.
“How about something to read or a squeaky toy, I’m not picky.”
>”Be quiet or else.”
>That sort of sounded like a threat.
“Was that a threat?”
>”Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”
“You sound frustrated. Want to talk about it?”
>”Can we just throw the crate off a cliff and tell the queen we couldn’t find him?”
>Wow.
>Why would anyone want to get rid of such a nicely made crate?
>Someone definitely had some anger issues.
>”No the queen asked for him and we’re going to complete our mission.”
“So about that air hole?”
>”Maybe we should toss him in the lake for an hour, that’ll shut him up.”
“Just so you know I can hold my breath for a really long time.”
>”I hate my job.”

>The hive was abuzz with excitement today.
>After all, the proclamation that a new stallion was coming got all the drones going.
>The prospect of a new source of food was always a time for jubilation.
>But that wasn’t the only reason you had chosen this particular stallion.
>Your little lings needed a father figure in their lives.
>After one of your strolls through the nearby pony village you overheard the talks of the appearance of a strange colt.
>One that dared even defy the moon princess.
>”Your Highness, 322 and 323 have just entered the hive through the west gate.”
>Regarding your assistant you sat up on your throne.
“Excellent make sure they bring our guest here immediately.”
>”At once your highness.”
>What a glorious day indeed for your hive.
>With baited breath you waited until the two drones you had sent out entered the throne room dragging a crate behind them.
>That’s when you felt the aura around them both.
>It tasted like anger and exasperation with a tinge of hostility. Interesting.
>”Seriously I need to use the bathroom otherwise this crate isn’t going to be good for anything .”
>What?
>The voice definitely came from within the crate and you noticed 323’s eye twitch.
>Nodding to the drones they lifted the lid and turned the crate over.
>A stallion, you think it’s a stallion at least flopped out from within.
“Welcome to my hive young stallion.”
>Trying to resist the smile which was forming you waited for the fear usually associated with an abductees realization of where they were to materialize.
>Here it comes-
>Any second now-
>No seriously where’s the flurry of emotions and a melodramatic stallion?

>On a scale of 1 to 10 you’d give this kidnapping a solid 6.
>Points deducted for lack of bathroom breaks or snacks.
>And threats of being tossed off the side of a cliff.
>After getting to your feet you surveyed the scene before you.
>It was a dark and gloomy chamber with a bug-pony who was trying her best to seem malevolent.
>”Welcome to my hive young stallion.”
>The mare grinned at looked at you expectantly.
“Uhh Hi I guess.”
>Several of the smaller looking bug ponies eyed you carefully as if expecting some sort of action.
>”You must have many questions about why you’re here.”
“A few have crossed mind.”
>The mare began walking around you, her eyes scanning your form.
>”You are different aren’t you? The stories don’t do you any justice.”
>Feeling her stop right behind you, you felt her breath on the back of your neck as she spoke.
>”But do not be scared… yet anyway.”
>Okay- yup that’s her tongue on your ear.
>”My lings have been without a father figure for far too long.”
>Father figure?
>You?
“Not going to lie but you couldn’t have made a worse decision.”
>”Oh? And why is that?”
>Images of the burnt down schoolhouse and the cutie mark crusaders talking about being fire-mares flashed through your mind.
“Just take my word on it.”
>Chuckling the mare waved over a few of the still staring bug ponies.
>”For now just relax, we’ll talk more tomorrow.”
>You felt nudging against the back of your leg as you were escorted out.
“Just a thought but can we make a stop by the bathroom first?”
>One of the ponies pushing you along nipped at your leg.
>That’s a no.
“You know it’s all fun and games until the person you’re biting bites back.”
>The bug horse narrowed its eyes as if daring you to back up your words with actions.
>”You’re a captive here, do as you’re told and you won’t be hurt.”
“And you’re a two and a half foot tall horse with horrible manners.”
>”So you’re resisting?”
“So what if I am?”

>Sometimes your mouth has a bad habit of getting you into trouble.
>After being tackled to the ground by numerous bug horses they dragged you to a room and shut the door.
>Making sure to slam loudly.
“You know that’s not good for the wood!”
>Hearing what was definitely threats against your well being you resigned yourself to your current fate.
>The room that you were “led” to was pretty snazzy though.
>A big bed, fireplace, and a whole bunch of little larvae like ponies all over the place.
>Picking up one which was trying it’s very best to climb up your leg you held it up.
>Big blue eyes and happy buzzing noise was your reward for the action.
“Aww you’re a cutie, I’m going to name you Hershel.”
>Falling backwards onto the bed you set the little thing on your chest.
“So you got any ideas?”
>The small larvae moved around in circles on top of your chest before simply settling in and closing its eyes.
“Sure leave me with all the work.”
>You could barely hear it, but there was some shuffling and soon you saw the rest of the little larvae climbing onto the bed.
>This place definitely had some sort of pest problem.
>As long as these things didn’t try to eat you however you would let them be.

>Of all the assignments that you could have gotten this one was a definite waste of your talents.
>You were born to be an infiltrator, one of the prestigious 700 series drones.
>Two years of intense training and several high profile abductions and this is what you got stuck with?
>Guarding some colt the queen wanted.
>Suffice it to say you weren’t exactly happy about your current situation.
>”Hey 755 do you think it’s wise to leave him in there with the younglings?”
>Turning to 617 you frowned.
“They’re going to have to learn how to survive eventually, think of it as a survival test.”
>”Jeez what crawled up your butt today?”
>617 is an idiot, having never left the hive and only doing the simplest of duties dulled her instincts.
>”I’m going to check on them.”
“Fine”
>Standing behind her you braced yourself just in case the stallion tried to make a run for it.
>As the door opened you scanned the room for its occupants.
>You reeled back when you saw that all of them were on the bed.
>Together.
>The stallion was sitting up, the younglings had crawled and were listening to whatever he was talking about with rapt attention.
>”This- this- what is this?”
>Leaning in you tried to hear what the strange stallion was saying but you could barely make any of it out.
“Move.”
>Carefully and silently you moved forward trying to better hear.
>”And then Tom Cruise sacrificed Adam Sandler to his alien god so he could continue making movies.”
>There was something seriously wrong with this colt.
>”What’s he saying now?”
“I’m not exactly sure.”
>”I see that but shouldn’t he be screaming in terror or something?”
“Why are you asking me?”
>617 looked like she was about to say something but shut her mouth at that.
“Now close the door, they’re fine and nothing strange is going on here.”
>”Now let me tell you about the worst movie to ever have come out of Hollywood.”
“I stand corrected.”
>Something was definitely wrong with this colt.
>Stallions usually freaked out around your kind.
>Yet this one didn’t seem to.
>He was telling them stories.
>None of which made any sense whatsoever, but still.
>Maybe he was too traumatized by his abduction to fully grasp the gravity of his current situation.
>Yeah, that’s probably it.
>”You think we should report this to the queen?”
“Probably.”
>”Not it!” She yelled holding a holed hoof to her snout.
>Chrysalis damn you  617.
“Fine I’ll do it.”

>755 just told you something quite strange or not.
>You’re not exactly sure.
>Apparently the stallion who would become the hives new father was telling the younglings… stories?
“So he was calm the entire time?”
>”Yes my queen, neither 617 or I felt any other emotions coming from him when we observed his strange actions.”
>This information was the best news you could have hoped for.
>So all those stories about how stallions naturally were prone to caring for the young looked to have some truth to them.
“Keep observing him and update me if anything changes.”
>”Yes my queen.”
>If you had known getting a father for the hive was this easy you would have done it ages ago.
>But no use in crying over spilled cider.
>You now had a stallion here so part one of the plan was complete.
>Now all that was left was to convince him to become a daddy for all your little drones.
>That would probably be the hard part.
>Sure you could just brainwash him or use some spell, but he really would be nothing more than a husk than a caregiver.
>Seduction?
>You could turn into any pony his heart desired but again that would be nothing more than a band-aid solution.
>Maybe you should have thought this part through a little more carefully before the abduction.
>Tapping your chin thoughtfully you considered other options.
>There was the off chance that he could willingly do it but you doubted things would go that easily for you.
>Being a Changeling meant nothing ever came easily in life.