Sektiss, what are you - Mmmmph?!” Cadance’s small protest was cut short, as the changeling lovingly muffled her muzzle.

“Shhhhhhhhh,” Sektiss whispered, “trust Sektiss. We are going to take good care of you…”

With the utmost care, the shapeshifter gingerly eased the Princess down to the floor. Though Cadance may not have been expecting a surprise visit from her paramour, she realized she was safe. The two had been lovers for ages, since Chrysalis had interrupted the royal wedding in Canterlot, and they trusted each other implicitly.

“W…what are you doing?” the alicorn asked, as the changeling began cocooning her lower limbs.

“Relax,” Sektiss purred, pausing to smile up at the Princess. “Just savor the warmth and comfort of the experience.

Cadance nodded, as the shapeshifter went back to work. It was an odd experience, that much was for certain, although not wholly unpleasant. The sensation was almost like being wrapped in a warm, heavy blanket, albeit one which fit her like a second skin.

With staggering speed, Sektiss entombed her lover’s legs in a thick, viscous resin; the material would harden within minutes, so she’d need to work fast. It was only the first step of her plan for Cadance, although it was a pivotal one. In a matter of minutes, she’d worked her way up the Princess’ thighs and pelvis - entombing the mare’s lower half with the sticky substance.

“Oh yes,” Sektiss cooed, cocooning the alicorn’s heavy bosoms. “You will look quite beautiful, once your metamorphosis is complete…”

“Metamorphosis?” Cadance parroted, raising an eyebrow. She’d assumed the drone was playing some erotic game, perhaps a form of changeling foreplay, so the mention of any sort of transformation caught her off guard.

“Yessssssssss,” the shapeshifter hissed, bringing her snout to the pony’s face. “You have always been our Queen, but soon you will be a true changeling matriarch,” she continued, slathering yet more of the gooey resin onto the mare’s face.

Cadance lay mute, taken aback by the explanation. A part of her had always wondered what it would be like to be a changeling; not only would the ability to assume the form of nearly anyone be fun and useful, but she couldn’t help but imagine her figure would be complimented by the soft, obsidian hide of the shapeshifters.

She didn’t struggle, barely budged a muscle, as Sektiss covered her chest, shoulders, neck, and eventually face. A soothing darkness enshrouded her, enveloping all her senses, yet allowing her to barely make out the sound of her lover speaking. Like a hot knife through butter, Sektiss’ words sang out to her.

“Sektiss will look after you, nurture you, and share her essence with you. Once we are complete, we will forever be a part of each other,” Sektiss called out, as she completed the cocoon.

Blind, nearly deafened, and unable to move, Cadance sensed herself being carried. There was no way to tell where she was headed, yet she strangely didn’t care. Shrouded by darkness, in the arms of her lover, she drifted off to sleep. Soon enough, she would get all her questions answered.