Thread 42720090

Welcome to the /bug/ thread!
the newest edition of your one stop shop for everything buggy and pumpkin spice flavored as the seasons change, here to remind you to start bundling up your bugs for the coming winter. the rainbow flavored ones not so much but you can bundle those as well if you feel the need.


>>New fresh /bug/ thread writing list:

https://ponepaste.org/11359

>>Some bug writing from last thread:

>short green about anon searching for his bug
>>42593885
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/42586494/#q42593885


>>Some bug writing from the thread before last:

>a little green about anon getting bug hugs
>>42415585
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/42371018/#42415585

>a green about two bugs going out continuation
>>42444053
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/42371018/#42444053
https://ponepaste.org/10589


>>Some old links:

Old Hive Directory: https://ponepaste.org/4223

Very Old /bug/ Pastebin: https://poneb.in/PjB4LKgd

BuggyCYOA archive: https://ponepaste.org/4086


>>The sister /bug/ threads:

>NHNB hive
https://nhnb.org/fim/res/9562.html
>/mlpol/ hive
https://mlpol.net/poner/221

>>Previous /bug/ thread:
https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/42586494/
>>Question of the thread:

whats the best fall sweet to share with buggy friends? (paired with cider of course.)

Thread Theme
>Black Magic SS - My Love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADF5nBdKctQ

>>42720090 (OP)
That image works for Nightmare Night. A pony would be scared to death seeing her sitting there menacingly like that.

First for scientific Billy preservation

>>42720127
Wait I was supposed to be the first post
You fucked it up
YOU FUCKED IT UP

>>42720128
>>42720149
typical billy

>>42720287
SHUDUP (YOU)

>>42720127
i suppose bugs are innately scary to ponies in their own way
never said it wasnt nightmare night season

IT'S NOT FAIR WHY AM I NOT A BUG

>>42720128
>>42720149
>>42720287
>>42720357
>trannyshit oc

>>42720436
Love me some creepybug

>>42720819
changelings being monstrous elegant creatures is an unbelievably underrated aesthetic

>>42720819
Death of the artist, anon

>>42720462
ITS NOT FAIR

starting to get cold
even skittle bugs deserve some warmth
wonder if its snowing anywhere in the world yet

>>42720090 (OP)
Can't changelings transform into a hairy blubbery creature though?

>>42721674
It's always snowing somewhere.

>>42720969
Show needed more changeling lore and emphasis on non-m6 characters.

>>42721698
>Can't changelings transform into a hairy blubbery creature though?
fuckin wut?
come again?

>>42721882
>and emphasis on non-m6 characters.
i dunno if i would make it that broad but i can say for sure there was WAY more that should have been done with the changelings between the canterlot wedding and the times are a changeling
not even like stuff set in prehistory before the show but just how the hive actually worked and how changelings live besides the word of mouth snippets we got from thorax

Too early for crimmus bug?

>>42723195
Changelings are a sneaky race. Sneaky means crafty. And in crafting, you need to start at least a month in advance, so you get everything done in time.
So, yeah, perfect time for crimmus bug.

>>42720090 (OP)
God I want to fuck her.

>>42723195
The thread usually lasts a month and I didn't want to make two bugswarming threads in a row
I would like to see the end of autumn play out at the very least before a flood of Santa hats takes over

>>42723605
im glad you always come through to say that :)

would it be a good tattoo to get?

>>42724232
>sugar morning

>>42724410
tattoos are for fags and convicts, but if you must get one then this one is definitely not a bad choice

>>42724417
Alright lads, pack it up. He put the artist's name in greentext. Thread's over.

>>42724232
>sugar morning

>>42724573
the more i look at it i dont really know where it would go even if i was to get it done
maybe something else

>>42724573
>tattoos are for fags and convicts
I always thought that, too, but I think picrel could make for a cute tattoo
>>42725048
I think if you got that it would need a lot of space, like the back or chest

>>42725310
that would be cute
think I'd want something in line art instead though
the thought of contacting an artist to draw me something makes me anxious

changeling made pastries are the best in equestria

>i feel her heart beat
>her smooth chitin on my skin
>my love is all hers

>>42725048
Yeah it'd have to be some sort of back tattoo or something
>>42725310
This one would just look like an edgy girl tattoo honestly

>>42725649
I like the idea that changelings are often skilled in things like baking, party-throwing, music, and whatever else makes ponies happy and willing to love them.

>>42726053
something to put on an arm would be preferable and the more I think of what exactly the more I realize how literally infinite the choices are lol

>send me to the bugs
>theyll all come back pregnant

>>42727121
>they know ponies in big groups make more love when theyre happy
>they go and learn from the master of parties, ponka
>they get so good at party making all across equestria that they give ponk an existential crisis
>their parties are so good that they dont have to even disguise themselves in public

>>42726053
put it too low and it'll look like a tribal tramp stamp

This week I am in a work training away from home. I brought on of my life size there. It was a 6h carpooling to get there.i told him it was for sleeping and it's weight.

>>42729224
fucken nice stuff anon
you should have brought both of em
>i told him it was for sleeping and it's weight.
kek based

>>42729856
Oh the things i would want her to do with that tongue...

i wanna pet queen chrysalis' chitin plates

>the hive was now gone
>i crouched low in the rubble
>wishing my home back

I WISH I WAS A COOL BUG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>42731886
yea I bet you do

>>42731911
SHUDUP IS NOT FUCKING FAIR

>>42732527
but is she really?

>>42720090 (OP)
I want to fuck and marry queen chrysalis

>>42732758
She better not be

>>42732844
>and marry
interesting to hear coming from a dashfag lel

>>42733338
Don't get it twisted. I want to marry rainbow dash and have 10 children with her as well. And trixie can be my side bitch.

>>42733182
dontcha know anon, changelings can change
^:)

derpy would have been a cute reveal as a bug
wonder how it would change fan perception of her if she was
like if she was in kevin's spot in slice of life and switched back to derpy when she saw dr whooves

>its always fleeting
>your love doesnt taste the same
>and cant last the same

She's coming.

>>42724410
get it as a tramp stamp

>>42728690
>>42736218
It's supposed to go across the shoulder blades retards

>>42736194
You're gonna bin the h*manized part, right?

>>42720090 (OP)
Don't forget to vote for our Queen Chrysalis in the Miss /mlp/ 2025 pageant!
Queen Chrysalis will put me in the dungeon if she loses again!
>>42735010

>>42737010
Thanks for the reminder
'(^v-v^)'

>>42734824
that can't be the full
any sauce?

>>42737010
>voting
>for royalty
hmm...

>>42737010
i love that pic

>>42737010
IT IS EVERY BUGFRENS OBLIGATION TO BRING THEIR QUEEN TO GLORY!!!!

Good morning everybuggy <3

>slide protection
>yet AGAIN

>>42741262
The defense of the hive is a never ending battle, soldier

>>42720090 (OP)
>>42737010
>>42737083
>>42739694
Bug bros, we need good swimsuit pics of Queen Chrysalis. I can't find any on my computer right now.
>>42740783

>>42741531
Not a lot of existing options on the 'booru (unless you want human or anthro)

>>42742013
This is great, thanks

>>42741531
i have a few

Yeah, that humanized story isn't getting done in time for Nightmare Night, kek. I've been reassured that the artwork for the other story is nearly finished, however, so that works out.

>>42742013
Yeah, there's not a single image of the queen pregnant with a bikini or anything that isn't anthro. I guess that's something to add to my list.

>>42743073
>I guess that's something to add to my list.
naisu naisu

tragic

>>42743073
>file beeleted
for why?

>>42743869
Fat Trixie spammer mindbroke our janny if I have to guess.

>>42743908
oh okai lol
hope he recoverz

>>42744476
>hope he recoverz
A little weird to hear that from a bugfag while marefags wish him dead.

>>42744484
Scruffy's usually pretty okay, most threads never have to deal with him. Moderate annoyance at worst.

>>42744484
i wish he did his job better lole
he leaves us alone most of the time though

>>42744594
I dont like seeing her like that :(

>>42743869
Janny grew a brain/spine for once, nice

>>42736194
unfortunate that it had to be some anime shit for any proper mass produced chryssi statue to be made in teh modern day

>just woke up from another bug dream
>working a gala catering service entirely run by bugs
>made love enfused sheet cakes that covered the entire table tops of several banquet tables topped with special love cupcakes
>had to gently move and transport these special wall eyed guinea pigs all connected my short strings
>they worked like the bunnies that the changelings were using as food in the IDW comics but they never ran out
>for some reason they had to be kept in line together and separated evenly by strings tied around their waists
>had to pick them up and move them all at the same time for some reason
>was helped by a bug with glasses that I somehow knew was latina
>she was super happy when we got the guinea pig things off the shelf they were on without them exploding or something
>last part I remember she was handing me serving utensils out of a drawer while these red fleshy dogs that I had been killing with my dual blades as they dropped through the cieling light of my trailer earlier in the dream started running at the main door of the kitchen

>>42746852
whatchu lookin at, bug?

>>42747086
I bet it's another cute bug

>>42747125
They're all cute bugs

>>42747390
i love this artist

>>42747828
his bug mom isn't bad

>>42747125
makes sense i suppose
id look at a cute bug like that if i were a cute bug<3

>>42720969
very true, their horror like appearance is what I like about them partially
changelings and griffons i'd argue have a lot more mystic and worldbuilding potential than other species in the show

>>42748727
>changelings and griffons i'd argue have a lot more mystic and worldbuilding potential than other species in the show
i sorta appreciate that they never had much background to them in the actual show compared to other creatures cultures at least before they tasted the rainbow
not knowing concretely a good deal about changelings adds a lot to their mystique
like the hippogryphs, their culture and species was almost done to death in the show at least in my eyes
changelings only really got the one or two glimpses into what their hive was before it exploded
and then their culture and practices sorta fell into a warped emulation of pony society
but i suppose thats apt given their nature as shape shifters
could even be seen as an accidental allusion to the repercussions of colonization on the colonized by the late season writers lol

That's what happens when you die!
https://vocaroo.com/1my9rYPUqezZ
It's pain that gets worse and worse forever!

whats the best nightmare night costume for a bug?
gimmie your best

"Nightmare Night" as a name makes it so cumbersome to address the day the holiday falls on

>>42750401
The day is just called Nightmare Night, what's the problem

>Nightmare Night is actually the changelings' least favorite holiday
>They don't eat candy
>Can't feed off scared ponies
>Dressing in costumes offends them (cultural appropriation)

happy nightmare night

>>42751256
superbly cute costumes, anon ^^

>>42750465
It bothers my autism that ist a day called nightmare NIGHT when its a day
There should be a separate name for the day it falls on and the night of should be called nightmare night
>>42751234
>Can't feed off scared ponies
Never consider that and the costumes being changeling blackface funny
>>42751256
Cute set of bugs

Happy Nightmare Night. The artwork's not quite finished, so I'll have to share the final piece later, but here's the finished first chapter:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/582238/1/tall-tales-of-the-one-true-queen-and-her-many-children/snug-in-a-bug

Snug in a Bug

Queen Chrysalis lay flat on the floor of her hive, in a sense. She was alone, and not. She was rather still, and constantly, violently twitching. Her monstrously bloated belly rested underneath her, every one of her nooks and crannies filled with foals, dwarfing the rest of her body. It was lumpy with its contents, and had no clear shape; despite lifting her hooves well from the ground, it still bulged upwards so that its highest point was past her withers. The queen couldn’t tell, and wouldn’t care, but her thin spine twisted and curved along her gut, leaving her lounging on top in what would be a very uncomfortable position for any pony. She had nothing to do while she waited in the bowels of the cave system stretching from every direction around her, but to admire her body and the bodies of the children within her. She had read every book available to her many times over; she couldn’t plan her most recent military strategy any further, for this was her military strategy; and one of her born children was taking an awfully long time to return with her drink order. She had just awoken from a nap, and could feel that sleep wouldn’t soon easily return to her.

The queen stretched her legs and buzzed her wings with a long yawn. Even her mighty wings were incapable of lifting her body, and she took pride in it; the age of austerity, of small batches, was finally over again for a time. Her legs carelessly slammed into her gut, striking whatever unfortunate foals were beneath them. Her forelegs pressed in deeply where her forehooves met her swell, while her hindlegs splayed behind her to rest against a bulge and prevent them from dangling uncomfortably, for her. There was a small window—comparatively—through which she could observe her children; while her transparent membrane revealed all of them set against the flesh, she could only see those directly around her thorax, and not even all of them. The lucky foals directly in front of her head occasionally saw a fang-filled smile, and even felt the rare affectionate rub from her hoof. They may be able to connect her consumption of love in all its forms to their satisfaction. All others were condemned to even more ignorance of their existence, with those at the bottom—or surrounded on all sides by their siblings deep inside—enshrouded in darkness.

The membrane which held them inside her body shifted and stretched in every direction with their movement, however little or harsh, except the bottom set against the cold stone floor. Thin bands connected to her thorax stretched across her belly, from one side around to the other, and provided the only means for her to influence it where she couldn’t see, but they were far too weak to contract when stretched as they were. There was never quiet within her; even if those on the outermost layer were still, those within the inner layers could kick them against the membrane all the same. The queen was resigned to her children having an advantage over her for once in their lives, and merely tried to keep herself lying on top of them like the knot on a balloon. They constantly shifted and squirmed underneath her, but rarely was their movement so great and coordinated as to change her position by any appreciable amount; it was embarrassing, whenever she became so lopsided that she would fall over herself and require help. With that thought in the back of her mind, she pressed her forehooves into herself even more deeply while her hindlegs did little more than bang her underside, trying to adjust herself ever so slightly; she couldn’t move at all, but thought to herself otherwise.

She decided to give them some attention, and ran a hoof along the little faces staring back at her. Some closed their eyes when her hoof drew close, and others watched. In their little smiles, she saw reflections of hers, and bared her fangs at them in a wide grin. Most of her foals directly underhoof weren’t little faces, but backs with developing wings or butts whose owners were deeper down; some were even less present, like little legs—or just their hooves—that stuck out and twitched, unable to make any greater movement she could notice. She rubbed one of the little backs, and watched the wings twitch lightly. She prodded one of the little rears, and its owner bucked with all his might, little hooves stretching her taut even moreso; her magic encircled the little hoof and kept it still against its owner’s wishes, and she compared the tiny hoof to hers for a few moments before releasing it to watch it withdraw uselessly where it had been.

Faint buzzing could be heard throughout the hive by listening carefully enough, but it was most often ignored. Queen Chrysalis heard a particular set of wings, still far away down one of the many tunnels, which seemed to be drawing closer. Her ears twisted themselves to face the noise coming from behind; as it drew closer, she felt slightly more movement from the foals underneath her rear and hindlegs, and she figured they’d seen something she hadn’t yet; the queen slowly began to smile without realizing it, drool making its way between her fangs to splatter on her slick membrane; her smile was killed intentionally before she rotated her head to look directly behind herself. Her born child finally brought to her a golden chalice filled with liquid love, which she took in her magic and brought to rest at her nose. She inhaled deeply. It was strong love, pony love, the kind of deep love that drives ponies to have their own foals. Now it was nothing more than food for her to make her foals. She kept that thought in mind as she tilted her head back and drank all of it in one gulp. She exhaled loudly, resisted a burp, and closed her eyes. The love made her head warm and fuzzy, causing her to forget the world around her and even her body struggling underneath her. She felt so satisfied. It never lasted. Her frown returned as she felt her stomach quickly process that love and diffuse it into the amniotic fluid sustaining her foals. It was almost painful for her to feel the precious love draining from her body into their bodies within hers, where she couldn’t enjoy it. Her magical grip flickered, dropping the chalice onto her swollen middle; she watched it bounce several times as her born child tried to catch it in his hooves, while her unborn children merely flinched at it, and he dove in front of her but out of her view as it fell further. He wordlessly flew away to collect more, hiding the chalice that was likely even more dented than beforehoof, and then she was alone again, as much as she had been previously.

The queen propped up her head on the bottom of her hoof by twisting her foreleg in a way that would break on a pony, shoving the joint into some unfortunate children who could do nothing but be moved not quite out of the way. Not all of the children around her thorax could she see, she remembered as several of them grouped around her stomach started to kick it tirelessly, reinvigorated by the meal she’d just consumed. Her stomach wasn’t yet empty, she noticed with a burp; a pink cloud shaped like a heart left her throat before breaking and then dissipating into the air around her, before she could suck it back inside. She scowled at the wasted food, but reminded herself that the foals around her stomach were always bigger, and would be worked harder. She was made to burp again, but kept her mouth closed and swallowed her food a second time. Queen Chrysalis sighed. There was no mirror with which she could remind herself of her beauty—none in the hive were big enough—and she could only vaguely see herself in the reflection of her gut, which failed to satisfy her. She wanted to bask in her own enormity, the literal glow of her maternity, and yet was denied this. She could feel her womb’s outline, and across it could begin to make out the hundreds of new body parts shoved against its entire surface, but this failed to give her a detailed sense of her scale; in her deepest depths, she felt absolutely nothing—for while all of the little brains and nerves and body parts belonged to her, they also belonged not to her more, with the evidence being their obscurity to her—leaving only high pressure building up against her thinning membrane, organs, and increasingly her rear to remind her that she was still growing bigger every moment.

Her hindlegs slipped from their resting place, but otherwise stayed where they were, and she couldn’t feel around for a suitable spot to rest her hooves again; they now dangled behind her rather than splayed, and she could feel another minor ache added to her body, which she knew would grow slowly over the days. She started to think about pulling enough of her born children from their labour to move her. She imagined herself still where she was, still massively pregnant, but lying on her side; the simple thought already felt like a vacation for her. There would be some issues such as finding a smooth ledge for her thorax, to prevent herself from being crushed, and finding or building a cavity for her belly, so it wouldn’t drag her down, but she smiled not unlike she had when the drink had been brought to her. Her smile died again as the ache continued to settle into her rear back. Queen Chrysalis laid herself flat against her maternity, forelegs joining hindlegs in dangling uselessly.

An army had passed through her hips, its work surrounded her, and she smiled. No hideous cutie mark rested across her flanks, for she needed none to know her one and only purpose in life: Her destiny was to consume love and convert it to her kind. All other life existed to provide love to them and for no greater purpose, despite whatever some mark contrarily claimed. A familiar sensation brought itself to the forefront of her mind, and she closed her eyes tightly. She felt no less than three foals clustered at her cervix, each seemingly vying to be first of the brood. She would have to try a new brooding position with the next pregnancy. She was days away from giving birth. Instead, she would have her born child returning with her drink serve as a piece of furniture for a time. It always pleased her to rest on her maternity while her legs were propped up in some way, and she didn’t care if that way were a child struggling to hover behind her. She opened an eye to look at one of her children, and wondered just what task he’d perform for her in the future.

Like a cork from a champagne bottle, a foal shot out through her hips—she could feel that he was head first—and remained mostly lodged inside for the moment; she could feel the second to be out lined up behind him. Queen Chrysalis clenched herself around him as best as she could. She didn’t need a torrent of newborns falling out of her and onto the stone cold floor. Like a cork, he was still able to plug her up well enough, sans the puddle of fluid she could now feel running down her belly and pooling on the floor. She breathed deeply and slowly through clenched fangs, neck erect, legs tensed, staring straight ahead, unblinking. Her born—and grown—child would return soon with her drink, and then alert the hive. She only had to keep them inside of her body for a short while longer.

evil ass changeling watermelon

>>42752476
Happy nightmare night kas '(^v-v^)'
Gud jawb

sleep spooky buggy dreams, bugfrens

>so far from my home
>I feel it in my cold heart
>yearning to be whole

>>42752476
>pic deleted
tranny jannies at it again.

>>42753362
>noooo not my hyperfetish
You can go to the pregnancy thread you know, kassaz is there all the time

another night another bug dream
>keep yelling at this freak to get out of my front yard and out of my go Martha he's sitting in
>a couple of the other golf carts in the yard are self aware and can react to the love of children
>one of them removes their face plate and says something along the lines of being happy for the future while smiling
>have a smart watch with cute little chibi drawings updating the real time numbers of changeling man power to slug man power in an ongoing war of attrition fought out of sight
>I was rooting for the changeling on the expanded up close watch face as the bugs came and went on the screen varying in gender and size wildly like every single bug in the hive had a custom sprite that i knew

>>42753768
>auto correct made Kart into Martha
fuckin what?

>>42752568
Watermelon jack-o-lantern, hadn't thought to do that before! Cool carving, Anon.

>>42754007
It was what I had instead of pumpkin money
Thanks anon :)

>>42754007
It dropped its pumpkin disguise to spook trick-or-treaters.

>>42752490
>Like a cork from a champagne bottle, a foal shot out through her hips
lol

>>42755188
>the real form of changeling disguised as fruit is watermelon as a default
makes sense for some reason

>>42753431
>defending jannie
lol

>>42720819
>trannyshit oc
real?

>>42757015
See this post from the previous thread >>42606883