“Well, ponies are strange creatures, but you are a handsome little changeling, my son,” Florial backed up from me and pranced in place. “Oh! I cannot wait! I always wanted to hold a picnic with you, but I couldn’t until I found you! I can… Be your mother,” she nuzzled me. “I would like to say… I’m sorry for what my cousin, Queen Chrysalis, did to you while growing up. She was always a bit deranged and sociopathic… And murderous, and straight up evil. She likes pineapple on pizza.” Florial hopped up on the bed, lifted me up, and rested me on the side of her belly. It felt… so nice. “Worry not, Beatle, I will keep you safe in the oncoming invasion, and I have my Hive hidden beneath Canterlot to give aid to ponies. I believe it is time that our Hive becomes an ally of Equestria.”