Equustale

by neorenamon

Chara sipped her hot tea. It was strong, lightly bitter and good for one's soul. Just the way she liked it. She wondered how someone with hooved could so easily hold a cup as her fingers curled around the sides.

'Must be some kind of contact telekinesis,' she mused as she watched Zecora sip her tea. Looking at Twilight, she noticed the glow about the tea cup that matched the magical glow around her horn. It seemed more 'natural' than manipulating things with one's own hooves.

"Is there something I can do," said Zecora out of the blue, "to make the tea pleasing to you?"

"Hmm?" she replied as she snapped back into focus, "Oh... the tea is fine. I was just... thinking about the things that happened... since I came here."

"I suppose it can be a tad... awkward... dying and coming back to life like that," agreed Twilight.

"Not to mention living in someone's head for years in a world where ghost monsters are perfectly normal."

"Ghost monsters?" she asked as she cocked an eyebrow.

"Well yes," she replied, "In my world, ghosts are from the spirits of humans. These ghosts... they don't know if they ever had a 'life' before they became a ghost. I think they were... 'born' as ghosts. The same applies to skeletons. They're mostly human skeletons in form, and yet they don't seem to have ever been human. Just skeletons."

"I suppose that is a bit strange even by our standards."

"We are filled with fear and dread," agreed Zecora, "by the thought of restless dead."

"They're not normal in my world either," replied Chara evenly, "Most people don't even believe they exist anymore."

She looked out the window and noticed the sun was setting. They must have been there for hours. Flowey needed time to adapt to the place he was given in Zecora's garden, but she had no idea how the time passed so quickly.

"Look at the time," she mused, "We better get back home."

"Well," replied Twilight, "It's dangerous to travel the Everfree Forest at night."

"Even I must agree," added Zecora, "This place at night no place to be."

"I hate to impose on you any more than we already have," sighed Chara, "and this place doesn't look like it's made to handle guests to any degree. I should just go back to the Library even if it is dark. It's not like I fear anything that goes bump in the night, you know."

"It's not just the creatures, but the other features."

"Other?"

"She means there's other threats in the dark like the Poison Joke plants", offered Twilight, "If you touch them, they affect you. Plants that are very difficult to see in the dark."

"Welp," she mused as she stood, "I better see how well As... Flowey is getting along in his new soil before I turn in for the night. I hope being planted is to his liking."

"If we're lucky, he may have changed back already."

"That would be nice," she replied as she made her way out. She liked how he looked naked. His big muscles. His big smile. His big tool between his legs.

She walked out into the fading light as she watched the sun drop from the sky.

'Night sure falls fast around here.'

Her footfalls were quiet as she made her way to Zecora's small garden plot. After all, she only bothered to grow a handful of herbs that would otherwise prove difficult to find in the forest as needed. She wasn't adverse to foraging for common herbs and plants from the area in spite of the presence of creatures like Timberwolves. It boggled her mind that a living creature could quite literally be made of timber like some animated tree.

In the fading light, she caught sight of Flowey. He was in his own corner of the plot where Zecora didn't have anything else planted at the moment. She just tilled some plant matter into the dirt and was waiting for it to decompose and enrich the soil for whatever she was planning to plant there before they showed up.

"Come to gloat over me?" asked Flowey as she approached. He was glaring at her.

"Of course not," she replied, "but it looks like I'm staying here overnight. It's apparently too dangerous to travel in the Everfree Forest at night."

"I'm still... this," he grumbled as he looked at the dirt beneath him.

"I wish Frisk was here," she admitted, "There's no way for me to tell how full your 'soul' is, or when you'll change back."

"I still feel as soulless and heartless as ever."

"Maybe the sun just needs to rise so it's magical light can..."

"Whatever!" he snapped.

"You should try and be more..."

"Optimistic?!" he hissed, "Remember I was Mister 'Kill or be killed'?!"

"Yes, I was there after all... in Frisk's head as it were."

"Well," he mused as he looked about, "Being in this dirt is kind of... pleasant. I feel something coming up my roots even if it's not... turning me back into Asriel."

"I swear... it will get better..."

"If I just believe it'll get better?" he asked sarcastically.

She nodded as the light faded. The moon was popping up into the sky. If Flowey was a normal flower, he'd be switching from photosynthesis to respiration much like animals do all the time.

"You know I care about you no matter what you look like, Asriel."

"Don't call me that!" he hissed, "I'm not Asriel now!"

"But you are him!"

"Not without a soul!"

Chara stumbled over something in the dirt. "What the?!..." she asked as she looked down. Her foot was entangled in a root she could have sworn wasn't there when Flowey was planted in the garden. She tried to step back when she noticed the root had grabbed a hold of her foot.

"Look at that," he hissed, "I guess I'm branching out."

She was shocked because she was a good dozen feet away from Flowey. 'How could have his roots grown so long so fast?!'

"Flowey!" she called, "Let me go!"

"But I want you to stay the night here with me," he replied suggestively.

The grip of the root was too strong for her to pull loose.

"Flowey," she hissed, "You better let me go right this..."

His roots burst from the ground all around her. She realized he was all over the garden and she was in deep trouble.

"TWI!!... MMMPPPHHH!!" As she tried to call out, the roots wrapped her from head to toe, gagging her in the process.

"Kinda reminds me of that opening scene from Evil Dead, doesn't it?" he cooed.

The roots were invading her clothing. They were rubbing her awkwardly as they wrapped about her body.

'Wait! Wasn't that poor woman raped by vines?!'

Her top was starting to split open as her breasts came into view. The roots were constricting around them. Groping them like some kind of tentacle monster.

'NO NO NO! Don't do this to me Asriel! PLEASE!'

"MMM!!" she protested into the gag.

"Don't act like you aren't going to like this," he hissed.

'Oh I'm not going to like this!' as her shirt and skirt tore apart. Her arms were pulled away from her body as the roots entwined her fingers in an almost obscene embrace. 'Please... don't do this...'

"You must be getting used to be naked by now," he said with a sneer as she was soon basically nude once more.

She could feel the heat growing in her cheeks as the roots around her breasts were teasing them without mercy.

'Please... stop this now...'

"I may not have a soul and cannot feel," he growled, "but I still know what fun is."

A violet light appeared in the dark. She turned her head enough to see Twilight at the edge of the garden, her horn glowing brightly in the darkness.

"Chara?" she asked, "Are you going to be out here... BY CELESTIA'S HORN!!"

'RUN!!' she tried to say, but it just came out as "MMM!!!"

Roots erupted from the ground wrapping about Twilight's front hooves even though she was a couple dozen feet away from the edge of the garden.

'OH NO, HE'S GOT HER!!'

"ZERCOR!!... HHHMMM!!" called Twilight as the roots quickly cocooned her as well and gagged her as well. The light from her horn quickly went out.

"And here I thought I was going to be bored all night," hissed Flowey as he looked over his two helpless victims.

...

In another dimension (where time flows differently and the definition of space is fluid)

...

"Goodness," said Fluttershy as she looked at the monster before them, "What are you?"

Frisk looked on as well.

'Half brother?' she thought as she touched Fluttershy's neck, 'They don't even look like the same species!'

The one that Discord called Anarchy was a sight to behold. Almost an Eldritch Abomination. She had the head of a Nile crocodile with the horn of a unicorn. Behind that was a spiny crest like the back fin of a Spinosaurus. On the right side of her head was three glowing red eyes, and the other one huge eye that was nothing but a black orb. Behind her red eyes was one longhorn bull's horn, but nothing was behind her other eye. It ran down her back where she lost sight of it. On her right appeared three limbs: One feline, one like a bird's talon and the other like a pony leg. The limb on the other side looked like one massive gorilla arm. The chest looked furry like a dog (or perhaps a cat) even down to the four pair of small teats. The abdomen looked shiny and serpentine like some kind of anaconda. Her broad human-like hips had a pair of elephant legs coming from her right side and a pair of moose-like legs coming from the other. Behind her was three tails: One long and serpentine like a dragon, a lion-like tail to it's right, and a fox-like tail to it's left. Just above them all was a massive peacock tail that was closed at the moment. On her right shoulder was also one large leathery red dragon wing, and the other side was two more large wings: One black and bat-like, and the other white and feathered. She had a two pair of dragonfly wings sprouting from both sides of her hips. As she stood by the table, they could tell she was easily twice as tall as Discord.

"Finally crawling out from under your rock?!" she hissed in his ear.

"I've missed you too, dearest sister," he replied dripping with sarcasm.

"Are... are you two... really related?"

"Well this one is quick on the uptake."

"This is my new... associate... Fluttershy," he replied dryly, and added, "The other one is called Frisk."

"So you've found even more pathetic creatures to hang out with? Is that where you've been hiding lately?"

"Actually he's been imprisoned as a statue for one thousand years."

Anarchy began laughing loud enough to make their ears hurt as Discord muttered, "She didn't need to know that." Half the creatures in the place were now staring at their table. With her mouth wide open, all of her five rows of teeth could be seen. One row of shark teeth, one row of fangs, one row of a saw-toothed ridge, one row of jagged piranha teeth and finally something that looked like the teeth of a pony.

'It's not that funny,' mused Frisk.

"Oh but it is," she replied as she wiped her red eyes that appeared to be crying blood, "One of our kind imprisoned by lesser beings?! That's so pathetic. Just what I'd expect from a loser like Discord."

"Didn't you look for him?"

"We're immortal," she replied, "Even if he was gone a million years, it wouldn't be that long."

"Not that anyone missed me," muttered Discord under his breath.

"But he ruled Equestria for some time..."

"Oh that's surely a big deal!" she hissed dripping with sarcasm.

"Some of us weren't meant to rule one of the upper realms," he grumbled.

'So you aren't as strong as the others?' asked Frisk as she touched Discord's paw.

"Please don't remind me."

"But you're one of the most powerful beings in all of Equestria."

"A pathetic small fish in an equally pathetic small pond."

'She's so big.'

"Oh please," he grumbled as his size doubled, "Size means nothing."

"It does when it reflects your true power," she replied as she doubled her size.

"Look," he muttered, "These are my new toys. I'd appreciate if you don't break them."

Anarchy smiled. It was really scary.

"Your... toys?"