Hyrulequestria

Ch.13

Wearing a stolen gas mask, I walked along the streets of Novgorod, looking for the rock marked with Rainbow’s thigh marks as I watched out for any threats. So far nothing, but I was hearing rumors of strange moving rocks the closer I got to one of the public parks. God, the air is horrible here. The stench of coal and sulfur was so strong it made the smog in Equestria seem tame.

“Why can’t we have dragons working here. They love this smell.” One sexy well-stacked caribou huffed.

“Because we don’t have them as slaves.” Her friend told her. “Like the last thousandth time you asked this, and the answer to your next question is, their leader keeps the King well pleasured every year they meet.”

“I know that! But why don’t we at least try to extend work opportunities out there? Cities like this lose more citizens moving away from the oppressive taint than they keep.” The shapely cow continued.

“Because dragons don’t actually like working in these conditions and aren’t nearly as smart as we would need them to be.” Her friend groaned. “Though hopefully, the next Dragonlord Trials gives them a weak leader. It would make it more likely the King will decide to invade the Dragonlands.”

“Not with the Griffin Empire and Seaquestria acting as barriers. You know we can’t handle them because unlike Equestria who only has a third of their race as natural fliers, their entire species are fliers, same for dragons.” The shapely cow insisted. “We can’t just steamroll over everyone!”

“SHUSH! Don’t let a soldier hear you!” At this, they fell quiet so I moved along. Besides, the more I stared at that busty cow who even through her puffy coat looked delicious, the more tempted I was to get friendly and I don’t have time for that right now.

I entered the park and looked around at the large rocks that littered the park. Only one didn’t have snow on it, so I approached it and sure enough, there was Rainbow’s thigh mark on it. “Hey. I’m a contact for Princess Celestia and Princess Nightmare Moon. Is anyone watching?” I looked around, trying not to seem suspicious, and I couldn’t see anyone, but I’m not a master of espionage even with my stealth skills.

“We’re clear. Why are you here?” The actual rock asked, a stony mouth forming on it to whisper.

“I need to arrange magic lessons from you for Princess Nightmare so that she can better disguise us non-changelings for fieldwork.” I patted my chest in reference.

“You seem to have that well in hand. Your magic is that of a fox, but your body that of a caribou. What point is there in me risking my post?” The changeling demanded.

“This method was...potentially fatal,” I explained with a wince, trying not to remember how dangerous my transformation was.

“Ah. That is a fair reason. You are brave to have undergone such an operation. I cannot easily move from here, I am a well-known fixture of this park by now. I’m practically a novelty; the great shuddering rock they call me! Hah! Caribou are so easy to dupe.”

“Don’t worry about that. Nightmare gave me a charm to place so nobody will notice anything if you’re gone, and I have teleport twigs to get us out of here in an instant if there’s no nullifiers blocking transport.” I explained further.

“Ah, the one that caused The Great Twigary then.” The rock chuckled. “There is one, a tree just west of here. They can’t block Changeling magic, we alter our magical wavelength far too much for them to pin us down.”

“So if I happen to set this tree on fire?” My question caused the rock to shudder and shake off the dark snow.

“You’ll set the snow on fire! It’s so heavily laced with carbon from burning coal you might as well set fire to the whole city!” Damn, so that was out. “The thing is under regular patrol anyway. It’s better if we sneak out of the city at night. I’m sure people will notice I’m gone because that charm won’t do squat with the nullifier, but maybe it’ll just be another thing I can joke with my comrades about.”

“Okay then.” I turned around and sat on the ‘rock’ and waited since it was late afternoon, the sun would be setting in a couple of hours and I have no other objectives here for now.

“...Are you seriously going to just sit here? People will notice.” The changeling rock asked with his mouth between my thighs, likely so people wouldn’t see it.

“My armor has anti-null countermeasures and I’m so heavily enchanted and charmed nobody will even notice me unless I announce myself to them verbally or through contact,” I told him, not mentioning how the damn Colonel and other caribou somehow do so.

“Okay, I’ll just feed on some love then. The caribou barely have anything over infatuation and lust.” He said before a stone-hard tongue started licking my clothed groin and I hummed idly since my armor was thick enough I could barely feel it.

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We appeared in the foyer of Star Swirl Tower and I blinked the spots away before turning to my companion. He wasn’t as emaciated as those bugs that assaulted Canterlot in a suicide attack. My question about that as we’d snuck out of Novgorod was that those were the ones too far gone for Cadence to stabilize and were going mad from starvation. So they volunteered for a suicide attack to both try and assassinate the King as well as disrupt their forces in the Equestrian capital.

Beyond that though, he was dressed in thick padded snow gear, and amusingly I could barely see his glowing blue eyes between his ushanka hat and his thick noodle of a scarf while the rest of him was fully covered. “We have about a dozen more attacks planned like that. Those Too Far are...Volunteering by the dozens.” He said sadly. “Cadence is hoping fear might stay the caribou from invading Abyssinia.”

“It’s worked so far. Also inflating your numbers like this might make the Colonel wait even longer, but the army coming for you will be bigger.” I commented, remembering what Carmine had been saying back when I was looking for Rarity. “But what about your Queen? Celestia told me your people have a matriarch that is the most fertile and thus helps lead and sustain your population.

“She...well she had thought talking to the King would work before Cadence showed up. Chrysalis whisked her away with the help of her personal guards when the caribou instead began invading Equestria.” He coughed. “She’s a bit...crazy. After Cadence got old enough and learned enough about leadership and how to lead, the Princess actually took over when she fell in Love with Chrysalis’ son Thorax. Now a whole half of the hive have become all healthy and colorful, while the rest of us are still withering.”

“So she accidentally drove a divide in your people,” I muttered as I led him downstairs into the living area.

“More or less. The Queen’s faction is still loyal to Cadence though. She alone provides enough Love for us to survive save those who were already withered to the point of madness. The Love she and Thorax produce, and share with the hive? We’ve never been so prosperous. There’s a clutch boom going on and more and more are being born colorful and healthy.” The changeling stated happily as we entered the kitchen.

“That’s good.” Celestia chuckled as we found her, belly already large enough for a full pregnancy. “I’m so proud of my niece finding someone and helping people.”

“Princess!” The changeling declared and rushed her, giving her a hug. “It’s me! Abby!” Wait, his name is Abby?!

“Oh! I haven’t seen you in years! Good to see you’re still in good health.” Celestia pat Abby’s head even as he nuzzled her cleavage, her breasts still swollen beach balls. I hope those can be reduced.

“What happened to you?” Abby asked as he rubbed the sides of Tia’s udderly massive milkers.

“I’m afraid the caribou have gotten to me. I’m obsessed with pregnancy and inflation to the point of being unable to function. Sister is helping me, but it will be a slow process.” Tia gave her left breast a squeeze, squirting milk into her dress and making her bite her lower lip.

“Do not worry, I’ll arrange for a hypnotist to come and help. So I’ll be teaching you and a ‘Princess’ named Nightmare Moon?” Abby asked curiously.

“My sister Luna, yes. Don’t call her that though, I think she’s slowly returning to her old self, but she’s still going through an edgy phase.” Celestia informed our guest with an amused tone.

“It’s not a phase!” Nightmare declared in annoyance as she entered the kitchen. “My name is Nightmare Moon! Not Luna!”

“Whatever you say Lulu~.” Tia teased, and Nighty blushed and scrunched her nose as she looked away. Aw~ so tsundere~!

“Shut up. Anyway, Abby, before we begin, do you identify as male, female, or non-binary?” Nightmare’s question made me blink. His voice is male, and he’s been rather male in my mind.

“I’m a girl, thank you very much.” Abby declared and I had to bring my train of thought to a screeching halt. Why is Abby transgender? He’s-I mean She’s, a metamorph! Can’t she just look and sound female? “Don’t think too hard on it dear. To us changelings, gender is a thing of preference. I prefer to be physically male, but I am emotionally and mentally female.” Wha~... “Just don’t think about it and call me by female pronouns dear.” Okay.

“Very well then. Miss Abby, I need to be tutored in the changeling ways of transfiguration. I endangered my beloved when I last tried a major Living Transfiguration, and I don’t want to go through that again.” Nighty formally declared to the stal-mare-GIRL!

“No problem Lady Luna.” Abby’s words made me flinch, but the way she said it seemed to instead make Nightmare happy as they left the kitchen. “Anyone else hearing thoughts of fury?”

“It’s better to not dwell on it, Robin. Oh, and yes, she could hear your surface thoughts. Changelings are inherent empaths and telepaths.” Celestia, you’re not helping my brain!

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“Augh, this is giving me a headache.” I groaned to Nicole, just two days, and I was getting scolded by Nightmare about naughty thoughts due to Abby when I first wake up in the morning. Not that Nightmare was mad, she was just teasing me. Abby is such a snitch, and clearly loves making others uncomfortable. No wonder she gets along so well with Nighty.

“Tell me about it. The way she goes on and on about Love when she talks to me like a therapist hurts my head too.” Nicole grumbled, rubbing her belly in circles as she read another book in her bed, propped up by pillows with her legs spread around her massive term-with-twins belly. It was only the third month and she was so huge. We were both very excited to see how big she’d get at 8 months and the sex was incredible, helped by her basketball-sized breasts. Even in her cute maternity gowns, she was so sexy. “She keeps saying I’m in Love, that I practically radiate it. How is that possible?”

“Don’t think about it Love.” I sighed as I rubbed her belly, caressing her thighs since her belly blocked her groin. “Just know we love you, and care for you.”

“Hm~, okay.” Nicole cooed tenderly before I kissed her, making her moan just from the kiss alone. “Kissing you is such a turn on, even you rubbing my belly button doesn’t match.” We’d learned her popped-out navel was an erogenous zone. Sucking it got her off incredibly fast.

“Then kiss me again and again.” I chuckled before getting attacked with kisses that began to go down my neck as she sucked on my flesh. “Okay, okay, I think that’s enough.” I chuckled.

“Okay.” Nicole chuckled back. “I don’t really feel like sex though, but I just want to keep kissing you.” She giggled.

“Must be all those pregnancy hormones. I’m surprised you haven’t had any violent or sad outbursts.” I went back to rubbing her belly. My children are inside there...that feeling is so amazing.

“Hm, y’know, I’ve never really seen a pregnant caribou anything but happy. Maybe it’s another genetically encoded trait in us?” Nicole mused as she placed a hand over mine on her belly.

“Probably, knowing how damn much the King’s dynasty have forced your people on a specific evolutionary path.” I sneered in disgust. As incredible as the caribou are, or rather they have become over time, it was at the sacrifice of several other races of people.

“Remember that includes you too, so long as you stay such a fucking sexy-as-sin cow.” Nicole slapped my ass and I perked up and laughed, woo that was energizing.

“I’ll keep it in mind, but I’ll be changing my species around to better suit my missions as I go. What if we need a diplomat to visit someplace while Nighty is busy and Tia is...well, still a fetish obsessed cumdump?” I got a bit sad at that. Tia was getting better with Abby acting as a therapist, but the promised hypnotist she mentioned still hasn't arrived. Then again, Star Swirl Tower was on top of the highest mountain of the Foal Mountain Range. It was a long trip from the Badlands to here.

“Hmph, you’d be better off getting turned into one of those bugs then, at least you’d be able to change yourself instead of relying on Nighty.” The way Nicole’s hand rubbed my rear through my padding made me feel oddly comforted. I don’t get all these sensations, but they’re great.

“That wouldn’t work.” Stated Abby who poked her head in. “Sorry to intrude, heard your surface thoughts as I was passing. Anyway, for that to work, you’d have to change Robin’s magic too, her very essence. That is the greatest perversion of a person you can do without touching their soul. Don’t even consider it again.” Abby warned sternly before closing the door.

“Wasn’t planning to,” I grumbled as I nuzzled Nicole and she groped my ass. “Mm~, you sure you’re not in the mood? The way you’re grabbing me I might just pop my fly open.”

“Sorry. Just wanted to feel you.” Nicole removed her hand in a hurry with a sheepish grin, the absence of said hand was a bit disappointing, but then again I wasn’t in here for sex, and she wasn’t really in the mood. Probably the hormones. “I’m good sitting here, reading trashy romance novels. Rarity has good taste.”

“Oh? You two have your own little book club?” I asked with a teasing smirk.

“It’s all she has besides Sweetie and the other fillies, and all I have besides you and Nighty. Or rather, all I can do in my condition.” Nicole slapped her belly, the sound oddly arousing to me. “I mean, I’m getting stronger, like all caribou do when they’re pregnant, but it’s still an effort to get around.” Huh?

“Stronger?” I asked as I looked at her uncovered arms. Hm, they did seem a little more defined than I remember, and she was already a soldier of nearly two years. Oh wait, she turned 16 last month, right. So easy to forget she’s so young…

“Yeah. Caribou get taller, all-around bigger, and stronger with each pregnancy. The more intense it is, the more pronounced. Didn’t you notice I was catching up to you in height?” Nicole gestured to her head and my head. We were sitting and she was nearly as tall as me…

“Huh? Wait, so then Colonel Carmine…?” I paled a bit at the thought.

“Has had 8 pregnancies, all while on required desk duty rotation. I bet her brats are all Paddy’s too!” Nicole gushed conspiratorially.

“S-so if I got pregnant multiple times as a caribou…” I started having perverted fantasies, of being knocked-up, getting bigger not just in belly, breasts, and butt, but also in buff and height, eventually matching that giantess description that Scootaloo gave of the real Robin Hood.

“You’d get bigger and tougher, yep! But it’s 8 months out of action, so I don’t think it’s a very good idea unless you have something that somehow accelerates a pregnancy to just a few days or something, but that sounds dangerous and ridiculous.” Nicole giggled at the idea and I just nervously chuckled, not wanting to admit the idea sounded beyond hot to me.

I saw a tiny fox with fairy wings poked her head in through the window. I blinked at the sight before the fairy ladies faded in and stole the fox fairy away back out the window. What was that?

“Well, that’s something I’ve learned. I’m going to go check on the others.” I patted the top of her belly just past the ends of her breasts and stood up, purring as I felt her grab my little tail and pull. It helped me forget what the fairies are doing right now, weird girls. “You sure~ you don’t want some loving?”

“Sorry! Handsy.” Nicole was blushing and let me go, shooing me away. “Go before I suddenly decide to sit on you or something silly.”

“Alright, alright!” I chuckled, laying a kiss on her and speeding off before she could grab me. Abby looked a little pudgy now as she followed. “Had some breakfast?”

“Yeah, well you two where giving so much off, I couldn’t help it.” Abby chuckled as she patted her gut. “If I’m not careful I might need to find a room to set up.”

“Don’t you already have a room?” In the time she’s been here, she requested a replacement for her position in Novgorod as well as to establish proper communications with us here. Thus far she hasn’t gotten a reply to her psionic message to the hivemind, which was normal and nothing to worry about, apparently.

“Yes. But I mean a room to cocoon in. If I get enough concentrated love, my body with begin to metamorph into the same beautiful and healthy state many of my brethren have entered, especially if I share this love.” She shook her gut, which audibly sloshed.

“Oh. Well, I hope you get the chance. Those holes in your limbs look painful.” I commented, before wincing at my lack of tact, and then also the fact Abby would already know.

“You can’t feel something you’ve never had Robin,” Abby said in her raspy male-sounding voice.

“That doesn’t make it any less depressing.” Really, what is with Abby and Tia giving me info that only makes me feel worse? I mean, I’m concerned after all, don’t make me feel like a jerk about it.

“I know, just wanted to assure you that I’m fine, sorry it backfired.” Abby then looked at me in confusion, and I wondered what was on her mind. “Nothing, you go back to checking in on the pie sisters.”

“I wasn’t specifically looking for them,” I said, confused.

“Ah, sorry. You were practically oozing love so I was wondering if you had either extremely potent platonic feelings for the sisters or if it was romantic. But if this is how you feel about everyone? Well, I suppose I’d better pick a room.” Abby stopped walking with me and headed for another room, making me blink.

“Um...can I watch?” I asked in fascination.

“I’m literally going to be vomiting green goo all over myself and going through a metaphysical and meta-magical transformation that will take days. Feel free.” Abby said as she picked an empty room that didn’t even have furniture and went to the corner.

“Uh, I know how it works for butterflies, won’t you die? The caterpillar basically dies to give birth to the butterfly.” I commented, my mind bringing up the random fact and causing me to worry.

“Don’t worry, it’s not quite like that. I’ll still be me, but whatever changes to my persona there’ll be, we won’t know until I hatch.” Abby calmly replied as she began to look ill.

“Again, not helping,” I said with a shiver, fear prickling in my mind.

“Sorry, I seem to be bad at that.” Abby chuckled, then moaned in an incredibly sexual tone, which considering she was physically male, shocked me at how arousing it was. Then she started convulsing in her corner as she sank to her butt, uncontrollably vomiting green gel-like goo all over her front, which then began moving on its own, creeping around her and forming threads connecting to the stones.

It was morbidly fascinating to see her weakly spasm as she encased herself in the magic goo up until it fully covered her and then swelled out into a thicker pulsating green larvae-like tube that rested once it stopped growing. Thoroughly squicked out, yet also intrigued, I moved closer and rested a hand on the surprisingly spongy and smooth surface. “See you in a bit,” I whispered and left the room, closing it and locking it with it’s key, then sliding the key under the door for her for when she’s finished.

“Now I have a boner. Um, I wonder if I should pursue her?” I blinked then shook my head. “Naw, she’s more of a friend.”

---]===>

“So where is Abby?” Celestia asked me while rubbing her triplet-sized belly through her blue dress as she cooked pancakes. Pinkie was trying to grab my tits to use my milk for cookies, I was trying to avoid her hands. I was ‘male’ right now, and while I may lactate in both forms, I don’t feel like getting milked at the moment.

“I’d rather keep that a secret. She’s vulnerable right now, so I’d prefer if the fillies didn’t know where she was so they don’t get too curious and possibly hurt her.” I replied without answering her question, due to the fiercely curious trio of fillies all looking at me with rapt attention after my explanation of why Abby won’t be around for possibly a few days.

“WE WON’T!” Applebloom fiercely claimed with a blush of anger/embarrassment.

“Tree hole,” Maud commented.

“They’ve been picking at a knothole in a nearby tree so much it’s widened to the point it’s big enough for them to squeeze into!” Pinkie declared excitedly before she suddenly lunged and yanked my shirt over my breasts, tugging on a nipple and squirting my milk into her glass.

“Point proven.” I sighed in resignation as she pleased my big fingertip-sized nipple and sent pleasant tingles into my G-cup breast.

“We’re trying to make a clubhouse! That has nothing to do with us being destructive!” Scootaloo defended their honor with reason.

“Yeah! We get covered in tree sap on a daily basis trying to discover our marks! That’s a good example of us being destructive!” Sweetie Belle whined, rubbing her hair, Rarity walking in and glaring at the filly, fur on her hands having some patches missing as she rolled gloves over them.

“Not helping Sweetie!” Applebloom complained as Pinkie slid her a glass of morning milk, and I blinked, then snorted in amusement as Pinkie kept milking everyone fresh glasses of my milk.

“Rarity are you okay? I could restore...Ah.” Celestia stated as the seething mare talked to her with her silent lip movements. “Be that as it may dear, I’ll not have you go about with tender hands. Sweetie, you and your friends please refrain from going into Star Swirl’s alchemy lab. Rarity burned her hands washing your clothes.” Celestia stated sternly as her weak magic coated her free hand and gently rubbed Rarity’s hands, gradually healing them.

Rarity glared at Sweetie, making the filly shrink along with her friends. She started ranting at them in silence, which was all the more painful for everyone involved since Nighty still hasn’t found a doctor skilled enough to liberate for such a surgery. By the time she began silently sobbing, likely due to her being voiceless, Tia had her in a one-armed embrace.

“Girls, let’s not do anything dangerous for a while.” Sweetie weakly implored of her comrades, who solemnly nodded in agreement at having so thoroughly upset their caretaker.

“See to it you do more than abstain for more than just a while.” I leered at them like a disappointed aunt, and then bit my lip, grunting as I felt my loins spasm at the boobgasm that finally came after my tits have been getting so well used for the past several minutes.

“And done!” Pinkie cheered, having milked a whole serving pitcher from me and placed it at Nighty’s empty place at the table. “She’ll be here soon.”

“Huh? But she usually isn’t back until late morning for lunch.” I softly panted as I tugged my green T-shirt back over my jugs and shivered at how good that felt. Damn Pinkie left me sensitive.

“She said she had something important to talk about and wanted it at the beginning of today,” Celestia said as she brought a mountain of pancakes on a giant serving platter to the table, setting it in the center along with a few gravy boats full of heated-up maple syrup and trays of softened butter. “Dig in everyone, sister will-EEP!” Celestia squeaked as Nighty’s arms wrapped around her from behind, grabbing the sides of Tia’s udderly massive milkers and squeezing as she compressed them together, the enormous tits surging and tearing her dress open as they gushed milk into her dress.

“Hello everyone.” Nighty purred, her pupils round before thinning to her normal slits as she took her seat, ignoring the now flustered Celestia who was fretting over her dress and trying to calm down so her breasts weren’t swollen in arousal. “I think I found a lead on a Doctor.” Rarity perked up. “Though, this said Pony has gone through the transition to becoming a caribou.”

Everyone deflated at that statement as Nicole finally made her way into the kitchen with a slight waddle, hands at the small of her back and presenting her belly and breasts in the process despite her pink maternity dress as she entered. “Sweet! She might have modern concepts to medicine taught to her.”

“My thoughts exactly. She was once a brilliant unicorn stallion doctor by the name of Surgeon General but has changed it to Milly after her transformation. I’ve also learned that unicorns keep their magic after the transition, instead of using their antlers as magic foci like kirin.” Nighty continued as she dished up everyone 3 pancakes to start, save Nicole and Tia both got 6 to start, Celestia looking a bit confused. “Better eat up sister. You’re eating for more now.”

“W-WHAT?!” Celestia declared with utter joy, grabbing her cum-stuffed belly in excitement. “B-but my collar!”

“I shorted it out last night after finally figuring out a frequency to superheat the magnets and damage the nullifier without harming you. Oh, and I popped the condom in your womb. You’re going to have so many of Nicole’s foals!” Night declared playfully with a wicked cackle.

“Ah,” Nicole said paling as she looked to Tia. “Um...ah…”

“Nicky~!” Tia, now aware of her returned magic prowess, pulled her paramour closer and began kissing her, my girlfriend groaning and returning the kiss which helped her recover from the shock. Wow, that is hot. They’re both so big and busty they have to be side-to-side to be able to lean in for a kiss.

“So, this Milly or Rainbow first?” I asked, rubbing my temples. “Since Abby has had to begin her metamorphosis, I bet Milly will be first.” I postulated as Nicole, and I’m thinking possibly my new third girlfriend sat down together at the table, quietly chatting away as they ate, rubbing their bellies and the sides of their breasts together.

“Yes, Rarity and Rainbow need medical attention, and we need a Doctor for our mothers-to-be.” Nighty stated with dead seriousness.

“So when do I leave?” I asked as I took a bite of fluffy butter-soaked pancake.

“Well, you are going to need to convince her to come here, she’s kind of a sub, so dominating her would likely lead her to maybe taking your orders.” Nighty said while adjusting her signature not-nazi jacket. “If you can manage that, and bring her here, I can subvert a lot of the caribou indoctrination right away.”

“Wait, you want me to go up to her and just start...ordering her to fuck me?” I asked in shock.

“It may take a few days.” Nightmare told me.

“Look, Nighty. I Love you. I love everyone here at least as family. But I don’t think I can just...dominate someone!” I’m not a dom! I’m totally a sub! Everything sexual I’ve gone through has been me submitting to the will of others! Fuck, I’m getting wet thinking of all those times I just surrendered myself to Nighty alone! No way am I able to do something so, so...bold!

“You could practice on Zephyr.” Nicole chuckled. “She could totally be your sub! You almost made her already!” Nicole commented as she and Tia leaned into each other, looking so adorable as they cuddled and ate, Tia, levitating their food over their massive mounds to their mouths.

“Th-that’s different! You were the dom controlling me into showering her in cum!” I blushed so heavily at remembering this...where is Zephyr anyway? Also, where are the dogs? They usually join us for breakfast.

“You were about to do it before I got there!” Nicole chuckled. “Speaking of which though, *nom* where is the big-booty cow and the bulldog pack?”

“Oh, they’re working for Zephyr to get supplies from the ‘totally not black market’.” Pinkie chuckled. “She got us some cows too!”

“Uh...but we’re…” I gestured to myself and Nicole in confusion.

“Oh, not caribou cows! Feral cows! Y’know, the ones you breed, milk, and slaughter for meat.” Pinkie casually explained, causing me to blink. Right, cooking for everyone has taught me that ponies and most races on this world are omnivores, and there are still wild animals like the deer I still hunt once a week taught me. I just figured cattle would be among the humanoid races.

“Oh? I thought they were extinct.” Nicole commented. “We kinda over-slaughtered the cattle we had in our lands. The normal upright ones fled south from us. Have no idea where they went.”

“The buffalo and their minotaur cousins have all fled to the Thunder Plains, a continent south of us,” Celestia answered casually as she finished her first serving of pregnancy-portioned food.

“Okay, we have cows then.” I sighed. “Do I really have to do this Nighty?”

“Either you do, or I do, and you know I’m not very gentle.” Nighty purred as she eyed me and I swallowed nervously. Milly wouldn’t be any use to us as a shuddering dripping wreck who just wants more attention.

“Okay, fine. I’ll get some practice in on Zephyr today, explain to her why I need her help and maybe with her coaching I’ll get what subs want.” I muttered, eating some of my slightly cooled and now soggy with butter and syrup pancakes. Yummy~!