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I was talking about metaphorical bosom Not actual bosom.

But if you had a bosom and a dick...oh man...

* Wintermoot drools

My body is already a wonderland. I have had no complaints.

Yeah? ^.^

Soooo anyone for another round of drinks?

I would be if i could begin the second story-arch of the history of changelings. the changeling responds to the bartender.

*she then sits at the bar waiting for a glass of honey mead*

Of course sweetie.

*fills up a larger glass and slides it across to the changeling.

The floor is yours deary

I would love some tomato soup, like we were talking about earlier. I mean, you could drink it, technically.

Ok I guess I should tell you about the bridge between story-archs so you can understand the new character introduced into our story. the changeling mentions while drinking her ale.

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So the changelings were encased in crystal but within they metamorphosed into what some can consider the perfect lifeforms....

They no longer needed food or water to survive... (to grow or replace lost material excluded)

They needed no rest and worked without end...

And They could now adapt to there environments, both physically and mentally to the point of changing to the point of dominating any situation with time.

These new traits with there old traits such as a collective hive mind and fairly alicorn like build allowed them to possibly be a perfect race.

The Queen withermist became a perfect image of a alicorn god yet corrupted by the original curse of Asteral...

But this new form gave her effects that brought her great pain.

For she was connected to the hive mind...yet had individuality the conflicting nature of which brought a madness present in a number of queens over the years.

Even worse was that for over 2,000 years she would serve as a brood mother to the horde...

a fate worse then death,  being a brood mother entails eating everything in site becoming nearly stationary and then giving birth to thousands of changelings each day asexually...

even worse a majority of the changelings born from this process were either practically idiots or had some form of physical disability...these became pretty much the drones and simple task workers of the old hives...

The smarter ones usually achieved greater role in the society for some reason these particular changelings were actually smarter than some of the original changelings due to reasons lost to us changelings today...

So the hive had everything it needed to rebuild, and they carved out the deep roads of equestria to form there ever growing underground empire to house a reborn race...

so in the end discord carried out his end of the deal, however he never mentioned the cost of these gifts...

discord turned the old flaw of emotional disconnection into sheer absence and each and every changeling felt hollow...

They simply just would give up living and die due to a lack of feeling...

The old hives days of change reached a near grinding halt....
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There is some background for the next story arch and it will be interesting. the changeling promises as she waits for her glass to be refilled.

Reproduction without sex? That's a horrible fate indeed! No living being should go without the joy of sexual reproduction! No need to sleep sounds nice though...we really need beds in this bar. Does this place double as an inn, by chance?

*posses a lovely bowl of tomatoe soup to Winter mad looks at him for a moment*

Well I 've got my private room upstairs, only one bed though and it does get cold sleeping in it alone so you might want a hot water bottle... Or something else.

*slides his room key across the bar with a wink*

Pengu takes the keys before Wintermoot can grab them, as he makes his way upstairs with a handsome fellow in hand.  He turns his head before making his way up.

"Don't wait up for Raphael and I."  He whispers as the guy with him  chuckles slightly.  They then head upstairs and go into the room, putting a "Do not disturb" sign on the door and closing it tight.

*strolls in*

Ah, I see you mortals have evolved

*snickers*

* Wintermoot has the guards that just happen to be around unceremoniously knock down the door to Aubrey's private room, escort Pengu and his 'friend' out, and dump them outside in the snow. They then take a few minutes to repair the door before appearing to leave.

This was obviously a case of vagrancy if I ever saw it.

HEY ROGUE! Long time no see!

*waves and casually busts down said bar  and nonchalantly grabs drink*