Creating A Hive

By The Power Vested in Me

It was a lovely sunny day at the Stardust house. (Raspberry was denying any of Thorax's name suggestions. The house totally needed a name and Phil was completely fine!)

Thorax woke up to sunshine coming in from the window. He could remember Raspberry saying she'd moved it during her remodel of the house, changing it so the sun didn't shine directly in her eyes every morning. Thorax appreciated the sunlight all the same. It kept the room from being totally freezing, how Raspberry liked it. Thorax was part insect, his Hive was in the desert, he wasn't built for this sort of weather!

Either way a good start to the morning.

He shifted into a fly, buzzing out from the bed. Raspberry wasn't a morning pony so waking her up was a bad idea (well unless she had a prank to play on Killjoy).

Thorax buzzed out of the room, sneaking out with barely a sound. He flew off downstairs to the kitchen. He started making breakfast. He remembered his first attempts at breakfast- probably for the best that Raspberry and Killjoy never saw them. But now he had skills.

He used those skills to cook for the omnivores in his family. He made muffins- blueberry, a favorite. Lilac's were given amethysts too. Thorax cooked up hash browns and scrambled eggs. He thought about pancakes, but remembered he made them yesterday.

Before long there was a proper breakfast set up. Thorax was begging to set up plates when he heard turned tumbling down the stairs.

Lilac and Cookie came into the dining room. Lilac stumbled into her seat, blinking tiredly. Cookie was practically crawling to her seat. Thorax set the plates down on the table.

"Morning girls." He greeted. "Sleep okay?"

Lilac blinked slowly. Her eyelids dropped between blinks. Eventually she hummed an affirmative.

Cookie yawned. "Daddy...tired!"

"Oh I know, Cooks." Thorax moved the plate closer to her. "Nothing muffins and eggs can't fix, yes?"

Cookie stared down at the plate before her. She seemed to be having an internal debate. Food, but moving. Staying still, but no food. A battle for the ages.

Thorax left her to her conflict. The food would win in the end, as it won every morning.

He heard another two ponies come down the stairs. He set up the rest of their plates, guessing pretty fast what they would want from the spread he'd made.

Killjoy stumbled down. She ground, flying into her seat in a near dead flop. If Thorax didn't know better, he'd say Killjoy had a hangover. She had a high alcohol tolerance- superpony levels of tolerance. Dynamite was much cheerier. A morning pony in disguise, no doubt.

Thorax moved plates in front of them. Dynamite grinned at him. "Thanks, Dad."

"Welcome Dynamite." He set about making his own plate, and Raspberry's. She'd stayed up late reading. "Plans for the day?"

Dynamite grinned. "Yeah! Princess Twilight has a whole wall at her library about science so I was gonna go by, see what I don't know already about explosives!"

Cookie gawked. She had decided to eat her food, so there were blueberry bits stuck to her beak. Thorax was concerned she would take up an interest in explosives. "Books?" Oh that's less scary.

Dynamite nodded, shyly. Thorax beamed at the admission. He could barely see the filly the Equestrian Social Services had spoken of, that rebelled in every home she had to the point where she'd run away. Or, maybe his perception of weird had been messed up along the way?