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It seemed like the changelings had hit a brick wall with their progress after everything that had happened with the chair malfunctioning. The various parts that made up the chair had been worked through by Twilight, who was very annoyed that she could not even trust her technicians with the simple task of getting into to funfction in a safe manner.

Even she soon realized why they had struggled however. It was as if a foal had gotten their hands on a set of building blocks, then been told to build a bridge for something heavy to go across. Sure, in the end they might figure it out, but it would be far from the best solution.

In the end she had to strip down and rebuild the whole thing from the ground up. That had taken a long time and really annoyed her, but after several rounds of testing, she had finally fixed it enough to stop ponie’s heads from exploading. And they had also gotten an instresting way to exacute criminals out of it. It was a win all around.

She stepped back and wiped her brow, more out of habit then anythingl. Finally, her hard wordk had payed off. There was no way that the chair was going to fail now!

With a wave of her hoof, she had Rainbow Dash brought into the room. The mare was still looking around in confusion, and she was pretty sure that they hypnosis was about to wear off on her, so they needed to do this quickly.

Rainbow was not happy about this however, and with good reason after what had happened.
“I-Is my head going to explode?” She asked timidly.

Twilight tried her best to give her a comfortable smile, but with all the stress she was under to get this working, it was more of a grimace. It did not matter however, whether she wanted it or not, Rainbow Dash was going into the chair.

Her horn glowed to life and picked the pegasus up, sitting her down in the chair “Don’t worry deer, I promise that your head won’t explode. The problem was the magical field was meant to be shared between two chairs, and since we were only using one, it-”

She realized that explaining all of this was pointless, as the blue pegasus was not going to understand it in the slightest. The bug princess shook her head slowly and laughed “Don’t worry. I made sure that it is safe.”

The purple glow from around her horn begin to fasten the various leather straps and restraints in the chair, making sure that the pegasus would not be able to struggle free.

After checking that everything appeared to be functioning, her horn glowed and pulled down the headpiece, which fit comfortably around Rainbow Dash’s head without too much adjustment.

It was then that Twilight felt something she had not felt in a long time. The normally calm and cocksure princess was nervous. It felt lioke butterflies dancing about in her belly, and she had not idea why she was being nervous. She had double, then triple checked everything herself. The machine was perfectly safe and everything was functioning as they wanted. She had taken over one hundred unneeded parts out of it and replaced most of the wiring.

So, why was she being unsure? She shook her head to clear the bad and fairly annoying thoughts away, and then she pulled the switch down with all her might. The machine begin to hum softly, and Twilight stared nerveously ahead to watch what was going to happen.

Rainbow Dash looked nervous, and tugged against her binds in an unsure fashion, but they held her firmly and prevented her from getting free. The buzzing sound picked up, getting louder and higher in pitch as it built up energy.

And then there was a terrible crackle and the pegasus fell limp, her face falling slack as every limb in her body went limp. There was no screaming or head exploding yet, and Twilight let out a soft sigh under her breath. She had done it.

Rainbow Dash’s eyes flew wide as she suddenly let out a loud moan, the machine starting to slowly rework her mind. Soon she would have the template of a basic drone copied over her personality, and she would become a perfect member of the hive, strong and loyal, like she had always been.

And then Rainbow let out a grunt, and blood slowly dribbled out of her nose. That was not meant to happen. Twilight sucked in and held a breath. That was not meant to happen. Panic set into her, and her eyes flew wide.

She went to turn it off, and then realized that if she turned it off before it finished, Rainbow Dash was going to be screwed any way. And so she was forced to watch as the machine she had double and triple checked went wrong.

With all the checks she had done, the wiring and parts should have been fine. That meant that the problem was not with the wiring or the parts, and had instead been with her design. For the first time in her life, Twilight had made a mistake.

And now she was forced to sit there and watch as her mistakes unfolded before her. Rainbow did not move or struggle in the slightest as blood slowly trickled down her face, and somehow this was even more distrubing then the screaming that the technician had done.

After several moments of staring blankly ahead, her mouth hanging open and drool dripping down her chin, the machine begin to power down. The other technicians were all either looking at her, or looking at Rainbow, and she could honestly not tell which was worse.

After several moments of silence, she slowly trotted forward and removed the restraints from the pegasus. Hopefully, everything ould be fine. This would kist be some side effect that would wear off after several moments and leave Rainbowdash exactly how she wanted.

The moment the restraints were removed, Rainbowdash flopped face first out of the chair and landed on the ground, limp and lifeless as a sock. Twilight blinked several times, then slowly used her magic to navigate the pegasus to her hooves, using her like a puppet.

“See everyone, she’s totally fine. Nobody use that chair and I am going to be gone for the next few hours.”

She calmly walked out of the room, head held high as she tried to ignore the fact several of them were looking at her, and the pegasus that was “Walking next to her, if it could even be called walking considering the fact that the pegasus had no control over her limbs at the moment.

After walking out of the room, Twilight lifted Rainbowdash onto her back and teleported straight to her work room in a bright flash of purple light. There were all the normal things one would need in their room, bookshelves and books, tools and gadgets, along with a mini-fridge and an evil work bench with leather straps.

She tossed Rainbow onto the last of
these and let out a long, defeated sigh, lazily strapping her into place before pulling a soda out of the mini-fridge. The poor changeling then dragged herself over to a chair and slumped down in it with a sigh, tearing the lid off her soda and emptying half of it down her throat in one smooth motion.

The strong cherry fluid flowed down her throat, along with enough sugar to kick start a nuclear reaction. Twilight then begin to think. There should have been no way she could mess up like that. Mistakes were not something she made, errors were unknown to her.

As a scientist, she had done everything right. She had followed the plan, then she had double and triple checked that she had followed the plan exactly, and yet things had still managed to go wrong.

For a moment she allowed herself to freak out. She allowed the panic of what had just happened to wash over her. She needed to fix this, and fast. Her queen was expecting to see that she had done something fantastic with Rainbow and instead she had fried Rainbow Dash’s head. `

Worse, she was still not sure what exactly had gone wrong, and therefore she had no idea how to fix it. The stress was starting to give her a headache. There was no way she should have allowed this to happen.

Right now she did not feel mlike facing her problems however. And rather then facing them, which would have been the smart choice, she instead downed the rest of her soda and swapped it out for a bottle of hard alcahol.

She had no idea if changelings could even get drunk, but she was going to try her best. She downed half the bottle in one go, the fluid burning as it went down her throat, filling her chest with a burning warmth. She wiped her mouth with a hoof, then set the bottle down on the table.

It was time to do drunk science. Her hooves pulled her up and then attempted to sit her back down. She managed to avoid falling flat on her face, then wobbled slightly and looked towards her chest of scientific tools. Twilight dragged herself towards it, the whole world seeming to spin around her. She pulled open the first draw she found and stared at the shiny tools within it.

Honestly, she did not have any clue what she was doing. Sciencey things. Her horn glowed to life, picking out two dozen different tools and preparing them for what she was going to do next.

The changeling walked back to Rainbowdash, who was currently lying on the lab bench, her mouth was flapping uselessly and she seemed to be drooling everywhere in a show of just how much Twilight had messed up her head.

She could fix this. With alcahol on her side, she could do anything. The tools floated next to her, and she begin to work in a drunken fashion. Suprisingly, Rainbow Dash now seemed immune to pain. That meant that she did not need to use numbing agents or any of that other fancy and normally legally required drugs.

Her tools moved down and begin to remove all the things that Rainbow Dash did not need to be a productive member of the hive, starting with all the less then important organs. Who even needs two kidneys after all? She certainly did not!

Blood coated her apron and a smile coated her face. Rainbow Dash should have been in agony, but instead she was simply staring blankly ahead like she was a lamp staring at a moth. She did not even bother to struggle, which meant it was an absolute treat for Twilight to work on her. Her magic, despite holding so many tools, made each one dance in an expert fashion, working only where they needed and exactly how they needed to work.

Soon, Twilight came to realize that she did not have an end goal in mind. Sure, cutting up her friends like this was really fun, but it would be that much better if she had an end goal in mind. Unfortunately, she was far too drunk to be able to put a plan together.

So instead of putting one plan together, she followed through with several small fragments of plans. Soon she was there with three different IV lines, a bucket full of stuff Rainbowdash hopefully would not need, and several empty needles.

All of this without having a clue what she had really done. Hopefully it would at least be interesting. The blue pegasus had still not bothered to move in the slightest, still staring blankly ahead like some kind of mindless animal.
Twilight was drunk, but she was still smart enough to know that touching Rainbow’s brain while this drunk was a bad idea, so she had not bothered with brain surgery.

After she was done, she soon came to realize that attempting any kind of science while drunk was a bad idea.  She had not bothered to clean any of her tools and the stiching on rainbow’s wounds was lackluster at best.

Rainbow Dash was almost certainly going to die. Yet again, Twilight had fucked up, and she doubted there was any coming back from this. Instead of panicking, she picked Rainbow Dash up in her magic and begin to walk calmly through the hive.

OK. She was panicking, just a little bit. Only a little bit though. OK. She was panicking quite a bit. She had really messed up here. Her Queen was not going to be too angry with her however. After all, all she had done was kill one of the ponies that her queen had wanted the new chair to be tested on, and fucked up the new machine.

Thinking about it, she was fucked. Rainbow was tossed onto the huge corpse that the changelings had built to store all the bodies. They would break down and then be used to grow plants. Nobody would know how she had fucked up.

Just to be sure, she piled several corpses on top of Rainbow Dash and then turned away as calmly as she could. Nobody needed to know how much she had messed up. There was still a way she could fix this.

On the way back to her room she picked out one of the first drones she saw, giving it an uncomfortable and almost demonic smile as she stepped towards him. The drone stepped back and looked very nervous all of a sudden.

“I-I umm… You… Can I help you my princess?”

Twilight chuckled darkly and her magic wrapped tightly around him. His voice was only going to annoy her, so she was not going to give him the chance to speak.

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was clinging onto life. Not because she wanted to, not because some kind of determination was driving her beyond the limits of what a pony should be able to take, but because she did not understand that at this moment she was meant to be dying.

The one thing she did grasp however, was that she did not feel well in the slightest. Her insides felt like they were on fire and she was suddenly very hungry indeed. She might have been stupid, but she knew how to fix that problem.

And so, she started to eat. She gourged herself on the meat of the dead around her, and slowly her body begin to take on a new form in response.

Twilight had fixed the problem with Rainbow Dash by finding a replacement. The drone she had been working with had been less then happy about her forcing him to transform, but after making a few small cuts to his brain that problem had been fixed as well. Now she had another drooling, giggly Rainbow Dash and she had a second go at fixing the chair that she had messed up on.

Everything was fine. A sudden insane laugh tore from her lips, and even though she did not know exactly what she was laughing at, she soon found herself laughing along with it, the dreadful sound of her insanity filling the small room she was in.

“And why do you think that is?” The changeling in a doctor’s coat across from Chrysails asked. Chrysails, who was currently sprawled out across a very comfy couch, let out a long, sad sigh.

“I don’t fucking know. You’re the expert. You tell me!”

A moment of silence, followed by another sigh from the Changeling Queen. “Sorry, that was uncalled for. It’s just… Celestia has been my arch enemy for so long. There was all this build up, all these years of planning this attack...” Her voice wavered.

“And then in the space of a few days, I took her down and destroyed her armies. All that build up, all that planning of a final epic speech, and it turns out that I overestimated her. I-I… Just don’t know what to do next Doctor.”

The changeling scribbled something down on a notepad. “So, would you say that you have lost a sense of purpose?”
Chrysails thought for a moment “I… I think so. I have all these ponies to torture, I have the three Princesses of Equestria to do whatever I want with… And…. I’ve just...”

Her psychologist looked at her over the top of a pair of half moon glasses, beckoning her to carry on explaining.
“I don’t know… I used to love torture, watching ponies scream and die… But then I discovered that most of them like it. Fluttershy practically begged for it, and more then enough of Canterlot has signed up for our conversion program without even being forced.”

He nodded like he understood, pushing his glasses further up his muzzle “I never did understand that about ponies.”
“I know! It’s like, hello, I am the big evil Queen that infected your family with horrible parasites, killed most of your armies, and then took over your kingdom. And then about thirty percent of them are like ‘That’s kind of hot.’”

Her horn angrily flared to life and lifted a mug of hot coco to her lips, even marshmellows and whipped cream doing little to calm her annoyance. “And I can’t torture the other seventy percent, because then that’s unfair, but then I can’t torture the ponies that enjoy it because it is no fun!”

Another understanding nod. The changeling simply sat through her whole rant and gave her a look like he understood. She knew that he could never understand, but just having someone there to vent her frustration to was more then enough to make her feel a little better.

“I’m… I’m not totally evil. I have the choice to do horrible things to ponies that enjoy it, or ponies that won’t, I have to choose the first one… But it’s just making me feel so empty inside.”

Finally, her therapist gave a smile. “Well, what if you invaded the crystal empire. I bet that that would cheer you up… Or you could take up a sport, an art… You just need something to take your mind off things.”

Chrysails smirked dismissively “Yeah, but I bet that the crystal ponies would enjoy being enslaved too. They put up with it for thousands of years.”
Her therapist shrugged “Well you need something to do. You’re not goi-”

They were all suddenly cut off by a very exausted looking guard storming into the room, throwing the door open like he owned the place and stumbling inside like he was about to collapse.

Chrysails turned to him with a look that would have turned ice to steam simply with the rage that it portrayed “This better be important! You all know I disconnect from the hivemind for therapy time for a reason!”

The guard rasped, desperately trying to catch his breath “There’s… T… Twilight… mad… Giant… Changeling.. Monster.”

The Bug Queen downed her coco agreessively, slamming the mug back down on the coffee table as she got back to her hooves, stretching out her body as a large smile spread across her face.

“Now, that sounds like something fun!”

Rainbow Dash had eaten the whole pile of corpses in the space of a few hours. Her insane metabolic rate had caused her body to distand and grow to the point that it filled the corpse pit. Her back hooves had shrunk away to nothing and been replaced with a huge ant like abdomen that was now filling with thousands of softly glowing eggs, all already fertile.

Being the size of two houses, she was still very hungry. The crunchy insects trying to hit her with metal objects were not very tasty at all, and trying to pick them up with her two dozen front feelers was proving difficult as she was still getting used to not having hooves.

Chrysails stood in front of the giant monster with a dozen glassy, fish like eyes, and a mouth with so many mandiables that it disgusted even her. Next to her stood Twilight Sparkle, who was twitching like she had taken a bottle full of caffine pills. Chrysails had found her screaming at a potted plant about how everything was fine.

Clearly, she was not the only one who needed a visit to the therapist. Right now they had bigger problems however.
“Twilight. Why is there a giant fucking monster in my hive?”

Twilight said nothing for several moments, deciding on whether or not she was going to tell the truth. After a few short moments, she realized that her Queen could just force the truth out of her anyway, so there was no point in attempting to tell a lie.

“Well. I broke Rainbow Dash like you asked, and then I attempted to fix the chair, but I made a mistake… So then I tried to fix it and fucked up even more. And then I got drunk and tried to do science and this happened.”

Chrysails sighed softly “Did I not tell you not do do drunk science ever again after the last time you accidentally created a monster.”

Twilight nodded weakly “But… On the upside I created a lot more eggs for the hive! Yay…” She looked up to Chrysails meekly.

The bug Queen stared up at the giant monster that was currently dribbling green saliva everywhere, then back to the still rather drunk Twilight.
“Go see my therapist while I deal with this.”

Twilight scampered away as quickly as she could before Chrysails changed her mind and decided to make her punishment far worse. Now that she was alone, Chrysails looked up to the giant monster that had once been Rainbow Dash.

The dozen glassy eyes seemed to focus on her, and they were enough to make even her shudder. This… Chrysails had never seen anything like this before. The monsterrous creature was not even attached to the hive mind fully. It was like it was just a spectator outside a very large crowd.

It made her very uncomftable indeed. She did not know how she was going to deal with this problem, but on the upside, their population was no longer going to be an issue.

On the downside, someone was going to need to fetch all those eggs and look after this monster, and she doubted that there was anyone crazy enough for the job.

She turned to look around the room, and spotted a changeling worker that had decided to stay in the room, calmly mopping up the blood of his friends with a blank, broken expression on his face.

“You there. You’re promoted to caretaker of whatever the fuck this thing is. Have sex with it or something. I don’t care, just make sure the eggs are looked after and it does not get the chance to ruin any more of the hive.”

The worker put down his broom and gave a happy squeak, rushing towards the monster. The giant creature looked down at the small bug horse, its dozens of spider like limbs and mandiables clattering loudly in an unsure fashion.

“Hello! I’m going to-”

SMACK. Suddenly one of its huge limbs came down on top of the worker with a sickening crunch, the large beast shoveling his remains calmly into its mouth.

This was going to be a long day, she could already tell.

Chrysails had needed to spend over an hour teaching the creature that eating changelinges was bad. It would have been easy if it was connected to the hive mind properly, but she had done well with the tools she had been given.

Now she was going for cake and tea. Or deepfried chocolate cake with hot coco. She felt like she had earned it after the events of today.