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>>41068242
Buggot forgor her tail yet again. No hugs for today.

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>>41068242
>using the tail-less billy version
Billy is for bully, not love.

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>>41068242
Would start hive with

>>41068242
Previous thread >>40942753

>>41068269
>>41068271
Fuck.
>>41068275
Fuck x2, I baked this bread too rushed...

>>41068288
You tried to bug, but you buggered it.

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Bug streamer

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hey guys i have a changeling that is literally me and his name is cotija cheese
what do you guys think :-)

The /bug/ is dead, long live the /bug/!

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>>41068515
>breeding

>>41068515
He looks lime-scented

>>41068450
kek gave me a nice laugh.

I like bugs but im embarassed to post greentexts...
I'll probably make something, but does anyone have any suggestions on WHAT I could write about?

>>41068979

>>41039582
>>41040405 >>41040992
>>41041339
>>41041507

Or Chrysalis using streaming platforms. Something something donate love and I'll turn into your emare for a minute. >>41068450

>>41069053
Ooh, seems fun!
I'll make something in a little while...

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>>41051229
>The heat of the grill in tandem with the hot summer sun looked to bake Anon alive, even in the generous shade of the tent.
>He picked up a towel lying on a nearby lawn chair as he checked the second of three grills, dabbing his forehead lightly before he opened the lid.
>A light haze of smoke billowed out, filtering through numerous slits in the roof above; he inwardly thanked Mayor Mare for her generosity in terms of tent quality.
>He grabbed a spatula and turned the patties over, adherent to the time constraint he had set to obtain the most thorough cooking job.
>With the batch on its latter half of the process, he set about manning the counter as a wayward family stopped by to see what all the fuss was about.
>“What’s all this?” the stallion of the house asked, eyeing the cluster of finished burgers sitting out on the vendor table with a curious smile.
>Anon put on the friendliest face he could muster as he gestured to the fruit of his labor.
“Veggie burgers! About as close as you can get to the delicacy from my home without any meat.”
>His wife’s eyebrows shot up, her attention now thoroughly affixed to them as well.
>“They smell wonderful! What are they made with?”
“It’s a black bean base, believe it or not. The recipe is a family secret, but it’s one hundred percent vegetarian.”
>Anon swept his gaze over the few remaining plates on the table.
>The burgers had actually sold somewhat well, which was a pleasant surprise. He wasn’t sure whether or not ponies would take to an imitation dish, simply based on cultural reasons.
>The closer he got to the day of the festival, the more he genuinely expected to take a fair bit of it home as leftovers.
>In reality, he had just barely been able to keep pace with how many ponies had meandered over to his humble counter.
>It wasn’t a whole lot, given that he was the only one in the tent actively cooking, but seeing people genuinely enjoy his dishes helped bring some authenticity to his servicing smile.
>Of course, it was mostly the bits that helped that out, but he would never openly admit that.
>Thanks to that, though…
“If you wanna try one, you can,” Anon offered. “First one’s on the house.”
>“Oh, no, we’d be more than happy to pay,” the stallion said.
>Anon waved his objections off and scooted a plate toward the trio.
“I insist. Consider it a Summer Sun Celebration special.”
>The mare’s face lit up with surprise as she looked back and forth between her husband and child.
>“What do you think?” she asked, zeroing in on the beaming colt. “Do you wanna try some, Haze?”
>He enthusiastically nodded his head, almost toppling himself over. The corners of Anon’s smile crept ever so closer to his ears as he slid one of the plates forward to be received by the stallion’s magic.
“Enjoy, you three. Happy Summer Sun Celebration!”

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>>41069221
>“You as well!” the stallion and mare said in tandem, walking off with their kid to go join the crowd elsewhere.
>Anon’s grin slowly slid off of his face, replaced by a creeping apathy as he watched them leave.
>He looked down at the vendor table; only four plates left, but the festival was about to reach its apex, so he’d have a bit of a break soon.
>The patties on the grill would be his leftovers, then, if it all went the same as it had been.
>With a sigh, he re-organized the finished plates horizontally across the front of the table before heading toward the back of the tent.
>From within the ingredient storage area, Anon could hear his resident “helper” cursing to herself.
>As he proactively lamented the maelstrom he was about to walk in on, he wondered if he could request payment from Twilight for putting up with being what basically amounts to a babysitter.
>He deftly parted the curtain to the right, bracing himself for the worst.
>Chrysalis, for the most part, had been surprisingly amicable when it came to being delegated to her position readying ingredients. Though she had two left hooves when it came to actually doing it, the relative solitude was something she seemed to enjoy, since Anon only ever interacted with her when he needed more toppings or pre-frozen patties.
>All the better for him.
>…Is what he would have thought, had he not walked in on a veritable mess of his remaining onions.
>On a perfectly sizable table that spanned the length of the back wall, there sat Chrysalis, hunched over a single hastily-peeled one.
>Spread across the table, apart from stacks of other toppings here and there, was an ungodly amount of poorly diced sections of the aforementioned vegetable.
>On the dirt beneath her rested two or three outright failed attempts to even /begin/ to peel the things, one of them smashed entirely.
>Anon did his best to quell his overwhelming frustration, the majority of which was released in a heaving sigh.
“…Guess nobody else is having one with onions.”
>Chrysalis spun around, indignation dragging the center of her brow downward.
>“Perhaps they would, if you incompetent despots would let me use my magic,” she spat.
>Anon chuffed, amused at her bargain.
“No sell. Earth ponies and pegasi get on just fine, and so will you.”
>He checked his pocket watch as his assistant glared a hole through his head.
“Besides, the main event is about to start. We can take a break for now, there won’t be anyone coming to the tent until it’s over.”
>“A bit odd to offer a reprieve to your nemesis, creature,” Chrysalis jabbed with a contorted grin.
>Anon frowned in contempt as he pocketed his timepiece once more.
“You’re not my ‘nemesis,’ you’re just something I need to deal with for another few hours. Do you want a break, or not?”

>>41069226
>The onion in her hoof rolled off and thudded against the tabletop, rolling indiscriminately for a moment before it came to a halt next to the unsliced pickles.
>“I suppose a reprieve from this dull task would be nice.”
>The former queen rose to her hooves with an air of reluctance, despite having sounded like she was quietly fighting for her life naught but five seconds earlier.
>Anon, inwardly smirking at her unwarranted pride, walked to the opposite end of the room and opened a second cooler, still full of drinks despite the later time of day.
“You don’t eat, but I’m guessing you still need water?”
>“So he /does/ possess a brain,” Chrysalis chided. “Or what’s left of one.”
>Anon’s eyebrow climbed high, a smirk held fast on his features.
“Hold onto that wit, changeling,” he said, mimicking her disrespect for him. “That's all you have left, now.”
>He dug around in the ice chest for a few moments before settling on two bottles of water for now, preemptively opening hers. Not out of kindness, mind you; he simply didn’t feel like being drenched when she inevitably crushed the thing with her unwieldy hooves.
>“You mock the loss of my Hive, do you?” she asked, her malicious voice reaching out with curled fingers. “Count yourself lucky that I’m beholden to the whims of that ‘princess’ of yours.”
>Anon knew he could draw the exchange out, rib her until she finally lost control and was locked away or turned to stone, but he didn’t.
>As much as he would’ve loved to have been shriven clean of the tyrant’s insufferable presence, he truly trusted that Twilight saw something in her that he didn’t. Some hidden sign, an omen of who she /could/ be, tucked away in that black heart of hers.
>So he relented, as difficult as it was.
“I wouldn’t mock your loss of family, Chrysalis. Just poking fun.”
>She said nothing as he handed the bottle over to her, which she took with mild difficulty.
>From outside, cheers erupted from across the fairgrounds - the ceremony had started.
>Anon started making his way out into the vendor area, but looked back as he crossed the threshold.
“You can come sit out here, if you want.”
>Chrysalis, mid-swig, regarded him with a simple, subtle nod of her head, beads of water trailing down the sides of her maw from the sudden motion.
>Not bothering to wait for her, he trod out to the vendor table again, where he took a seat in his plastic chair.
>Across the field, what looked like the entire population of Ponyville was out in force, surrounding the stage that Twilight and Mayor Mare had no doubt meticulously planned.
>In order to allow for a streamlined clean-up after the invasion, Celestia had chosen to postpone the ceremony until later in the day. It wouldn’t have had quite the same effect as ushering in the morning, but everyone ate it up nonetheless.

>>41069228
>From where his tent had been pitched, he had a clear view of the ceremony platform, laden with a myriad of intricate sun-themed decorations and gifts alike.
>There, at the apex of the elevated floor, stood Celestia, flanked by a retinue of her guard on each side.
>The smile she cast out into the crowd was a declaration of unconditional gratitude and warm regards, and as she spread her wings to their full breadth, the crowd roared in praise.
>For them, it was as if she was an embossment to their world; a divine figure, spreading her good works among the fortunate citizens whom she called her own.
>“Fools.”
>Anon, ripped from his introspection, cast his gaze rightward and found Chrysalis sitting in a chair much like his, eyeing the ceremony with vitriol. She set her water bottle on the table and paced over to where it would all be out of her sight.
>“If you all were any more blinded by worship, I might actually feel some modicum of pity for you.”
>Anon shuffled in his seat as he watched the crowd undulate, their stamping hooves upon the ground felt even where he rested his feet.
>He couldn’t blame them for regarding Celestia the way they did, given all she had done for the world. Hell, he was a fan of hers, too, after the way she treated him when he first arrived.
>Some ponies took it way too far, though. Nobody who actually knew her beyond passing words dipped their hooves into that pseudo-religious idolatry, but to many, she was the very reason that the day existed at all.
>Mothers would tell their children stories of how their very civilization came to be at the siblings’ behest - stories that had been told thousands of times over, winding back through countless lifetimes.
>Anon supposed that the only reason Celestianism hadn’t taken off was because she was still around to stop it from happening.
“Are they wrong to see comfort in her?” Anon quietly asked.
>Chrysalis exhaled, irritated.
>“They see only what they have been told to see for generations.”
“And what do /you/ see?”
>Chrysalis meandered back to the right of Anon, her scathing glare fixed solely on Celestia as the latter delivered her speech.
>“An inept figurehead who denied my Hive the life they deserve.”
>The guard nearest to her tensed as his expression broke for a split second, resentment radiating from beneath his armor and turning the air thick.
>Anon, having heard his armor shuffle, sought to steer the conversation elsewhere.
“Your hive is alright, though, as far as I can tell. The ones who changed, anyway. Is your criticism of her really borne of caution, or of jealousy?”
>“Your very inquiry is borne of /ignorance/,” she retorted. “How could a creature who has only known this world for a handful of years - as an Equestrian, no less - possibly understand what’s best for the changeling race?”
>Anon paused as Celestia began her ascent, a golden glow illuminating her as she crested toward the clouds.
“I can’t.”

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>>41069231
>“Hm,” she grunted. “As I thought.”
>But even so, it wasn’t difficult to see just how much a changeling’s quality of life improved when they had finally decided to give love freely.
>Higher still, she climbed; the clouds gave way, a wide berth in her wake so that all below could bear witness.
>“And you?” Chrysalis asked. “What do /you/ see when you look at her?”
>Anon continued tracking Celestia’s flight.
>Finally, in what looked to be the very heavens themselves, she slowed, circling the sun once, twice, three times.
>Her silhouette danced across its visage, each minute movement a carefree waltz.
>/She was having fun/.
>A sudden downturn drove her below the sun, but she swung it around until it put her directly into the path of the heavenly star.
>Her speed increased, driving her forward.
>Higher.
>/Higher/, until -
>She took her destined place in front of the light of day, and it refracted off of her, showering the mortals below with radiant benevolence.
>The immense crowd erupts into unrestrained cheers, joy aplenty.
>Anon squinted, lest his eyes burn out of their sockets.
“Just a mare, I think,” he finally answered. “Nothing more, nothing less.”
>Chrysalis eyed him up and down, her anger having given way for bewilderment.
>Anon met her wavering gaze with straight-faced conviction, assured in his disastrously straightforward analysis of the ruler’s character.
>She tutted, breaking eye contact to stare at the ground as she traipsed back over toward the grills.
>“How banal.”
>A silence took hold of the tent for some time as Celestia slowly descended from her otherworldly perch. As she rejoined the crowd below, Anon felt something tugging at him, though what, he wasn’t sure.
>Before he could dive into introspection, though, a nasally, posh Canterlot accent forcefully ripped him into the present.
>“Good sir?”
>Anon, a look of surprise on his face, set his eyes upon the stallion that had called out to him.
>The sunglasses resting upon his snout were circular, with deep blue lenses that appeared almost completely opaque.
>His mane was neatly kept in gray, flowing curls, lined along his neck and spilling ever so slightly to the sides.
>His light, cream-shaded coat was well-cared for, evident in the subtly wavy patterns and striations of fur on his chest.
>The cutie mark resting on his backside, nearly covered up by his wings, was that of an unfurled scroll in a state of tabula rasa.
>Anon hadn’t seen the stallion yet. Perhaps he was just a late arrival who forgot to eat beforehand?
>‘That’s odd, especially if he’s one of those upper-crust types,’ Anon thought.
“How can I help you?” he asked, his customer service face at the ready.

>>41069236
>Not a moment after the sentence fell from his mouth, he realized that Chrysalis was still in the front area of the tent. If he saw her, and word got around, there goes the rest of his bits for the day - after all, who the hell would want to buy food that she had touched?
>Luckily, from where the stallion was standing, it seemed as if he couldn’t see her.
>“My veggie burger was a bit undercooked,” the stallion continued. “And as a result, I’ve unfortunately come down with a hefty stomach ache. As such, I’d appreciate a refund.”
>Anon inwardly heaved an unsteady breath, and cursed whatever force bade him suffer.
>It was going to be one of /those/.
>It seemed as though hustlers were a universal constant, no matter the reality. Thankfully, they’re painfully obvious in Equestria.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Anon began as he pointed to the marker board resting on the table. “As per the sign, if you can’t procure proof of purchase via a receipt, then a refund isn’t possible.”
>The stallion’s neutral expression sank into irritation.
>“I accidentally threw it away, along with the plate. Do I /really/ need a piece of paper to be refunded for my continued pain? My word should be more than enough.”
“You do,” Anon reaffirmed. “The sign notating as such has been out here since I set up. Surely you saw it when you purchased the burger?”
>“Well…” the stallion stammered. “It wasn’t out when I was here!”
“That’s plainly untrue, sir. You can ask the neighboring vendors, and they’ll all answer to the contrary.”
>“So, what, then?” the stallion huffed, his frustration deepening. “You’d have me dig through trash to retrieve the blasted thing, is that it?”
“I wasn’t suggesting that,” Anon replied, steadfast. “My only assertion is that, without the receipt, I can’t start the refund process.”
>Anon’s hopes of a peaceful resolution were dashed when the stallion all but tore the sunglasses off of his face, revealing two irrationally jaded eyes ripping him apart.
>“Well, you have some /nerve/, sir!” he began, trying his best to be imposing as he strutted up to the counter. “How /dare/ you swindle me out of my hard-earned bits?”
>His raised voice carried easily, and though the dispersing crowd in the distance was largely preoccupied, heads were starting to turn.
>Anon, in turn, reinforced his policy once more.
“Like I said, sir, if you don’t have a receipt, then I can’t help you. It’s a protective measure for the business.”
>“‘Protective measure’ my /flank!/ You’re scamming innocent ponies out of their bits with meals that turn their stomachs sour!”
“Sir,” Anon replied, tongue drenched in seething exasperation as he raised his own volume.

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>>41069237
“I have timed every single batch of my burgers to the letter, and pre-formed the patties so as to ensure that the meat is evenly and completely cooked. Unless you can provide the receipt and burger as evidence to support your claims, then I cannot help you.”
>Anon leaned down toward the belligerent pegasus, slowing his speech to a crawling murmur.
“You don’t wanna do this. Not over a burger that cost you three bits.”
>The stallion falters for a moment before doubling down, stamping his hoof firmly into the growing and blowing at Anon through his nose.
>“Of course I do, you freak!” he continues, the insult having done nothing to help Anon’s oncoming fit. “If I don’t have my bits back in the next minute, so help me, I swear I’ll have my legal-”
>“Be silent and leave my presence, you swollen-headed hatchling!”
>Chrysalis’s booming shout caught Anon off guard as she dashed into view of the pegasus, whose anger was quickly replaced with bowel-voiding fear.
>The guards of the tent readied their spears for her to make any sort of move against them, but it never came.
>“W-w-wha-”
>“Did your Queen stutter?” she interrupted, baring her teeth in the same rage that had terrified the countryside. “Be /gone/! I tire of your insufferable tantrum.”
>With a frenzied point of her hoof elsewhere, the stallion took off in a sprint, stumbling as his hooves trembled with every swing of his legs.
>Anon didn’t want to look at the crowd, but he forced himself to.
>Panicked faces were scattered about, all pointed squarely in his direction. Some ran, some looked around for guards, some even froze in their tracks.
>At once, Anon felt the icy burn of shame crawl across his cheeks as he shut his eyes, falling back into his chair.
>There went the rest of his profits.
>“Celestia’s upper peasantry could use a lesson in etiquette,” Chrysalis spat, her fury cooling as she followed the con artist’s every step with her freakishly acute vision. “I’ve no stomach for entitled brats.”
>Anon let his head hit the back of the plastic chair. He opened his eyes to the undulating roof of the tent as he chuckled grimly.
“Thanks.”
>“I didn’t do it for /you/, creature,” Chrysalis retorted coolly.
>He stuck his hand in his pocket, wrapping his fingers tightly around Twilight’s coin as he situated it firmly into his palm.
“…I bet you had fun working guys like that over during your invasions.”
>To Anon’s surprise, a genuine chuckle found itself bobbing in her throat.
>“Oh, you have /no idea/.”

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>>41069243
Can she tell that the stallion was lying with her emotion senses, or was it just blatantly obvious?

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>>41068979
Chrysalis raping Twilight Sparkle.

>>41069472
she can tell he was trying to scam Anon, but she doesn't see any benefit in letting him know, so she keeps it to herself

>>41069243
I hope Chrysalis gets to become the queen of burgers someday. Equestria needs a Burger Queen.
I liked Celestia's appearance as well. I'm curious to see if Starlight will show up at some point, since that's another pony Chrysalis really hates. Good upadate, m8.

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>>41068242
I hate bugs.

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>>41070455
This anon secretly wants Chrysalis to fill him with eggs.

Do ‘Lings sleep?

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>>41071520
Yes, very comfortably

>>41071846
>source needed
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/40841719#40862001

>>41071846
>bedbug infestation

>>41072133
If you were sleeping in the vicinity of a (also sleeping) Changeling and had a wet dream would it affect them?

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>>41072914
Only if you were dreaming about them

>>41073633
I can’t dream about them because my dreams are only black voids. :(

>>41073633
those are bedroom eyes? the changeling eye physics are throwing me off

>>41074327
>only black voids
That is a mass of changelings.

>>41074333
>those are bedroom eyes?
yes they are. time to sleep

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Happy Mother's Day to best bug mom

bugmp

>>41069243
Great green, anon.

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>>41077511
kek

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I don't buy the "official" story on why changelings have holes. It seems like a bullshit just-so story.

But this is a world of magic. Bullshit just-so stories are how some stuff works.

Still, it seems more likely that it is skeletal deformations caused by chronic starvation and malnutrition. But that's kind of a heavy subject for a kid's show to get into.

>>41078243
The comic story also says their part trees. Imagine if Celestia's attack just made Chrysalis into a giant because photosynthesis.

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>>41078243
Official comics' changeling backstory was kinda meh
But the art was nice

>>41079636
Probably not how it was intended to be interpreted since it’s a comic for kids but I think it’s most fun and in character for for what she tolled twilight being a lie of half truth just to mess with her.

>>41079840
I wish we had actual bugmom in the show

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>>41068271
>>41068269
>>41068242

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>>41078243
explains why mirror chrysalis doesn’t have holes.

>>41078243
I just ignore everything from the comics desu

>>41068271
qtqtqt billyfren

>>41068271
>Twilight not supplying billy with enough love
this is criminal somebody call the FPS

>>41081724
The implications of this image disturb me

>>41082306
It's just partial transformation

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>>41082452
Shapeshifting only part of your body is fuckin disturbing and weird

>>41083363
tongues and penises most weird you out too

>>41083363
Think of it like shapeshifting your entire body into a bug-with-a-connect4-hoof form.

>>41083363
>Original filename
I can't remember the last time I posted that.

>>41083614
find yourself https://desuarchive.org/mlp/search/filename/2018_1_27_Animated_Changeling_Portrait_2x.gif/

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>>41083614
I'm too lazy to change your filenames so you're just gonna have to deal

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>>41083789
I never posted that tiny version though, although the full png is to big for 4chan

>>41083800
Why does bug make such a mess?

>>41084194
He's just a silly little guy

bugmp

>>41083375
what the hell can your tongue do

>>41083789
>>41083800
>Reaching for it instead of using his horn
Is he stupid?

>>41085219
He's low on love?

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>>41085219
>>41085369
Stupid changelings need the MOST love!

>>41085588
yeah that explains chrysalis.

>>41087295
If I lived in the countryside, I don’t see why not.

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I'm working on something for you, bugfuckers.

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>>41087768
Oh?! Chryssy, is that you?

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>>41087768

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>>41088593
She is staring into our soul.

>https://youtu.be/lJw--8Zr7HQ
no step on bug
someone make chrysalis version plox

>>41087996
no...
>>41088593
kek you figured out the next step of my master plan

>>41088593
•⩊•

>>41090460
deep

>>41090460
Couldn't they just.. shapeshift the holes?

>>41090460
This says a lot about Changedling society

>>41090460
Me in the bottom right

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precious billy

>>41090520
it’s not the same

Bugmp

>>41093680
>multiplayer bugs

>>41094354
What vidya would Chrysalis allow?

>>41094834
Natural Selection (if you lose to marines you get punished).

>>41094354
damn imagine a lan party in the hive

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>>41094834
Role-playing games? Stealth sims?

>>41094834
RTS

>>41094834
Chrysalis is in fact a /vee ess tee/ fan.

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Chrysalis and ranked: how well will it go?

>>41094834
Dating sims.

She calls them "virtual training".

bump

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>>41096220

>>41098155
Bro... theres rules for this board. Now I ain't no snitch but there's plenty of them around here

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Ew. That's too ugleh. Not even sexy kind of ugleh.

>>41097190
Would Chrysalis cheat at board games?

>>41088872
KYS furfag

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>>41098284
Only if she's playing against ponies.

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>>41099730
The ultimate revenge

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Hey /bug/, can you watch my nymph? I The car is broken and it's going to take about six hours to walk in and back from town. I already fed her, but she'll probably get hungry again before I come back. Oh, be careful with your emotions around her. She'll bite if you get mad or irritated. Good luck!

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>>41098223

>>41100816
haha cheesewings

>>41100816
I'm gonna boop her

>>41101144
Wrong, it's clearly polka dot-patterned wings!

>>41099206
I think Chrysalis would make an EXCELLENT DM. Cunning, underhanded (underhoofed?), good attention to detail, practically knows what players are thinking, but also can be bribed with smoochies, bellyrubs and hoof-holding.
Would play with / 10.

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Billyfilly

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I'm here to share more of the same fetishistic artwork. I've got another piece of the same type in the works with a really interesting pose.

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>>41101144

>>41102314
haha this anon >>41101144 is bughead now

>>41102314
..water you doing....

>>41102314
Scrubbing the bug with a toothbrush

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>>41101257

>>41103003
Now there's a happy bug

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>>41103003
Hell yeah
Buggos can't resist the boop

>>41078243
It doesn’t seem realistic that that would be the answer, and it doesn’t explain why any of the new changelings have holes

It’s literally representative of the “hole in their heart” because they were unfulfilled and that’s why they needed to steal love.

Their form is indicative of a lot of stuff. Changelings are an artistic visual metaphor diegetically

It might also serve physically to lower their body mass since they’re starving, it’s interesting through that the new design kept them so bony looking

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Need more souplings

>>41101920
Did you commission any other versions or only this one?

>>41081493
What a kino pair. I wanna give them both more children

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>>41104954
I posted this version a few minutes before the other, over in the pregnancy general, and didn't feel like waiting for the cooldown at the time. Here it is.

>>41104956
Queen Chrysalis can always use more children.

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>>41104941
I do like that style of Chrysi

>>41103466
It's a gesture of affection, so it must be like a little snack for them. Like a doggo treat.

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>>41107390

>>41107390
I don't know what I'm looking at

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>>41108292
It's a cock and prostate vibrator I got made to look like Queen Chrysalis
As far as I know, they're the most powerful vibrators on the market and they both feel fantastic
>>41108295
Exactly ;)

https://pomf2.lain.la/f/qfflyiqa.mp4

>>41108317
Interesting. Where did you even find such a thing?

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>>41102558

>>41108725
nobra.de

>>41107390
>>41108317
I'm confused about how the left one is supposed to work
Is it kinda like a fleshlight except open on top (and bottom too), as in you put it between the ridges? Or do you push it through the slit? Why are only the tips vibrating?

>>41108978
The whole thing vibrates, it's just hard to see in the video, and the bed was absorbing the vibrations. The left one has two motors (those big cylinders) and you stick your cock between them, with the flaps fitting underneath your glans along the crown
The digital controller hooked up to it allows for varied vibrations between motors, and you can create different wave and milking motions with it, easier to do when its hooked up to the computer though using bluetooth

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>>41068242
Who is this bug filly and is there a green of fucking her?

>>41110186
>Who is this bug filly?
It is bug filly.
>is there a green of fucking her?
Yes. It is the one you will write.

>>41110186
No green

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Love this granny.

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we get it, you vape

>>41111538
what flavor?

>>41111874
i need to read more....

>>41111874
I can really fix her tho

>>41112337
She doesn't need fixing
She's just hangry

>>41111874
The difference in teeth in this image intrigues me. The right image gives me the desire to put my hand in her mouth and run my fingers over her teeth.

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teh best crossover

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why she lookin so long?

>>41113864
Poor photo editing skills

>>41113864
She's at the fun house.

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>>41114456

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>>41114456
>>41115126
We love big bug right?

>>41115830
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l8r8km7SuI

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>>41114456
>>41115126
>>41115830

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>would you still love her?

>>41116238
Why is she melting

>>41116283
not enough love, turning back into biomass and tree

>>41116238
that depends entirely on what the goo tastes like

>>41117391
Why is she bathing?

>>41117440
Trying to straighten one her back legs.

>>41117990
>damned bitch of a mistress makes me wear this outfit when i clean
>only when i clean
>any other task of me she allows me to shroud myself as any form i wish
>but when i do the sweeping and the dusting around the manor she insists on this attire
>i should have stayed in the hive....

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>i am teh spaaps

>>41119268
What kind of work can she do?

>>41119571
she is a mare of certain set of abilities

>>41120312
>Anon shows up in Equestria
>Wow! It's just like the show!
>At least, that's what he assumes
>He's actually in a much chiller version of Equestria
>But the mares all think he's cute when he spergs out about being in pastel pony paradise
>They all try to keep up the facade of it being just like the show cuz they love to make him smile
>Though, accidents are bound to happen

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>>41120922
>every major conflict is set up to entertain the hairless ape
>all the mares are looking over their shoulders with a smirk to catch a glimpse of anons reaction
>hes there out of frame in every scene like discord with a bag of popcorn
>they even take him along for adventures outside of ponyville like that one season finale with all the time travel and the one where the b team infiltrates the changeling hive

How do you think Changelings age? It’s been on my mind recently. Assuming a pony ages like a human, would they age faster? Would Chrysalis age differently as a queen type, and if so how old would she be?

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>>41121222
i like to imagine a regular changeling would age like a bug
very short lifespan(typically)
and like a princess alicorn like chrysalis would age like a queen bee(i am too lazy to research that but i imagine it to be more than a regular bee)
or maybe they age like trees?
do they ever actually address changeling longevity? like in the comics or something?
do post reformation changelings age differently than the swiss cheese kind?

>>41121459
Worker bees have lifespans ranging from a few weeks to a few months (in particular, workers tend to live through the winter, since food is scarce so this avoids the queen having to lay a ton of eggs before spring). Queens live for a few years IIRC.

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>>41121490
>Queens live for a few years IIRC.
i can only imagine that translates to decades if not hundreds of years if your converting from bee years of longevity to pony-bug-tree creature years
on that note how does the tree thing factor into it?

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>what would (you) do with a small chrissy?

>>41121222
I go with them not technically having a hard age limit but instead slowly increase magic intake demands until they can't sustain it. And I personally like the thought of Chrysalis being JUST old enough to have a visit from pre-Nightmare Luna, from which she learns critical details of wrangling the feral retards.

>>41121222
I think the standard assumption is that changeling drones are somewhat similar to ponies, and that Chrysalis is ageless rather similarly to alicorns.

Having drones have shorter lifespans is an interesting idea; making them truly expendable. They'd probably grow up faster, too.
However another alternative might be to have the drones be ageless as well, just not particularly durable or magical or powerful (well, perhaps the chitin might make them more physically resillient than your average fleshy pony). I think this depends on their reproductive capabilities; in other words, can drones breed? If so, then you want a flexible population size to be able to take advantage of as much (or as little) love as is available, so a shorter generational cycle would be appropriate. But if not, then asking the queen to go into overdrive egg-laying whenever there's a love surplus might not be feasible; instead, having ageless changelings would mean that more love would cause more births and thus population would grow accordingly, but less love would simply stop new births and the old population would be able to carry on as necessary - only shrinking if and when true starvation set in.

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What are the most motherly Chrysalis fics?