Hyrulequestria

“Why did you bring a comatose Trainee here?” Luna asked as she rubbed her snout.

“Come on~, she’s the heir to the Dashine Family, the biggest gun manufacturer in the world!” Surgeon chuckled. “Taking the heir to their family to go to war didn’t win the Crown any favors. Having her here, relatively safe-?”

“And her a criminal for going AWOL,” Luna added on as I blinked some awareness back into my brain. Eugh, where am I?

“Ah...uh...didn’t consider that.” Surgeon admitted with embarrassment as I finally woke up enough to look down at Surgeon and Luna with the trainee at their hooves. Why am I so high up when I’m laying down? Am I on something big and squishy? I shifted, feeling the floor far below me, and I blushed brightly in realization before groaning.

“I’m so fucked…” I bemoaned, looking between my giant tits which were pressed up into my face by my utterly gigantic 10-foot across womb body having rolled forward until the floor was pressing my boobs into the floor and gushing milk and cum onto the stone of the foyer. “I don’t think that pill you gave me before my date would be enough for this much cum Surgeon.”

“Probably.” Luna sighed in resignation.

“Mom wants me to run to dragonlands, Fama wants me to go with Carmine.” The Trainee muttered in her sleep.

“Just probing her sleeping mind,” Luna informed us as she tugged on her nightie, having returned to being her usual glorious female self. “Either way, just turn into slime and absorb the cum, Robin. We can’t afford to have you out of action for another long period of time. The month you were nesting was acceptable because of the work the changelings have been doing.”

“Right.” I groaned, transforming my caribou body back into slime, trying to eat all of the cum within me. Though it was difficult, I pulled the rest of my gooey mass back into me from my pocket space, turning once more into a slimy cum bubble. “Oh~ this feels good,” I mumbled.

“I’m sure at least one child was made. I could abort it or keep it in an artificial womb. We could use the child against Carmine.” Surgeon commented.

“You’re a piece of work Surgeon. No. I’ll keep any tykes in that artificial womb, but I’m not going to do something so heartless to Carmine.” I insisted as I shrunk down slowly, my goo finding a couple of fertilized eggs that managed to make it through the ordeal.

“As you wish, love. I’m only thinking of ways of removing Paddy from the table.” Surgeon explained with her ears pinned back at my words.

“From what I can remember, Paddy tried to dive into my mind. But she said I’m too messed-up to get anything...am I really such a wreck Lulu?” I asked weakly of my beloved, who looked away, unable to meet my eyes. “A-am I crazy? Am I broken?”

“No!” Luna declared fiercely, looking back up at me. “You may be in pieces, fragments. But you’re my Robin.” Luna declared sternly. “What else can you tell us?”

“She’s not just some Lieutenant. She has Carmine by the balls. She terrifies her, and everything she says is practically law.” I added on to my previous input.

“Could she be the heir you spoke of?” Celestia asked as she walked into the foyer, no longer swollen with the cum I pumped her with before going to see Carmine. “The one you said Nicole had a competition with for the crown?”

“No, she’s up north, fighting the Yaks.” Luna looked thoughtful before looking back up at me. “She may be something far worse, perhaps a product of a super-soldier program like the Warbeast project, but focused on magic rather than physical prowess. It would explain how she’s so magically capable when she’s not a converted unicorn.”

“Great.” I groaned, finding I had three objects my body acknowledged as not just being cum. “I think I have triplets. Could you get that womb you suggested ready?” I asked as I was done absorbing the spoo, and once I shoved most of my mass back into the pocket space, turned my ‘avatar’ back into my amazonian caribou form, rubbing my abs. I’m pregnant. This...I did experience this fleetingly as a slime, from Nicole even, but it was so fast it just seemed to lose all value until I had my babies standing before me. Now I...I don’t know what to feel…

“I’ll check from who.” Surgeon smiled, clearly hoping she got to sire one of them but pouted in mock disappointment after she rubbed my stomach and her antlers shimmered orange with her magic. “All Carmine’s. No surprise there. I’ll work with others to make you an external womb for them.”

“Oh my!” Luna yelped looking at the Trainee. “They worship me?! Nothing in Nicole or Zephyr’s minds said they actually worship me!”

“Oh? Hm, that would explain why I saw some caribou looking at the moon so much.” Tia muttered with some jealousy. “The most they did with me was view me as a sex icon.”

“Wait, what do they see you as?” I nervously asked, remembering some stories where the powers of gods are determined by the strength of their follower’s faith, and by extension were defined by their beliefs.

“Apparently I’m a popular cult figure. I’m basically their goddess of Sex!” Luna blushed brightly, a hand to her cheek. “I mean, I am a literal Goddess in the Sack, and I may have been rather promiscuous both now and before my banishment, but to see me worshiped as the epitome of what makes their culture run? I’m shocked I haven’t heard their prayers.”

“Considering their prayers are likely to have explosive orgasms, you don’t need to hear them.” Tia deadpanned at her sister, clearly unamused.

“Don’t you understand?! Now that I’m aware I-!” A pulse seemed to emanate from Luna, and she squealed as her breasts burst out of her nightie, she grew two feet taller, sprouted her cock and balls, and moaned as she topped out at my height, wide foal-bearing hips, and outright looking like me only made of black diamond and looking beyond flushed. “Oh~ I feel strange!”

“Are you okay?!” Tia suddenly did a 180 from annoyed into fearful. “Are you alright in the head? Can you think clearly?!”

“I’m fine Tia! I just feel impossibly horny! But I’m not even hard!” Luna complained as she poked her receding bitch-breaking dick. “Like I’m ready to go anytime, but not ruled by it.”

“Really?” I asked. “What are you a goddess of Fertility or something now?”

“Or something. The caribou don’t feel the need to pray for fertility, they’ve assured that for themselves. I’m still the goddess of the Night, but now that extends to the carnal lust of passion and sex. I do hope I’m not intruding upon dear niece Cadence’s aspects though, being Love usually means being associated with lust and sex.” Luna mused with concern as she poked her new plus-plus sized chest.

“No, not really,” Abby said shifting out of the image of a coat hanger.

“GAH! Why were you hiding like that?!” I demanded in shock, clutching a hand between my bosom to still my heart.

“To see your reaction. Also, we hid here incase some jackass tries to assassinate you guys.” Abby explained as two paintings moved their eyes to look at us. “Can never be too careful with spying on others.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t noticed earlier,” Tia commented with Surgeon and Luna nodding along in agreement.

“No! When did this start?” I groaned in a combination of frustration and confusion. Great, the fairies are back. Where have you been ladies? You here to mock me in your giggling?

“Back in the tower, after Trachea arrived.” Abby casually mentioned and then turned back into a coat rack.

“Alright, so you’re not stepping over Cadence’s toes.” I groaned before rubbing my head. “Well, then we have a sex goddess with us….Wiatr! Wiatr is a goddess of sex.”

“Who is that?” Surgeon questioned, having finished doing something to the trainee.

“The goddess who turbocharged my libido and fertility so I could make hundreds of slime babies,” I explained, rubbing my head.

“I was not picked?” Surgeon huffed, giving me a frustrated glare.

“You weren’t around at that moment, if I found you before Zephyr and Nicole, I would’ve rutted you and had you rut me until we were both immobile.” At my assurance, Surgeon’s green cheeks turned red. “But what did you do to the Trainee?”

“She’s your surrogate, come on over.” Surgeon gestured me closer, remaining on her knees next to the still unconscious cow, who after getting a closer look, wasn’t impressive in endowment or assets. “She’s 14, but caribou are sexually active by 13, so don’t get your panties in a twist about her age.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything. When I first met Nicole, I thought she was much older than 15.” I joined Surgeon on the floor, and she had me lie down on her other side, putting hands on both my lower abdomen, above my genitals, and the same place on the thus unnamed trainee. “So how will this go-.”

“Done.” Surgeon cheerily declared, and I had to blink at noting that yes, the three presences in my womb are now gone.

“Ah, ah, ah~.” The Trainee groaned, wiggling about.

“In kicks the initial surge of pregnancy hormones. Let’s get her locked up in a nice cozy room.” Surgeon declared, standing up and levitating her patient/prisoner along as she walked out of the foyer.

“Well, that’s taken care of. Let’s get to bed love. I may be a bit...more, but I think I can still fit in bed with the rest of you.” Luna insisted as she helped me to my feet, it feeling a bit odd to have my beloved on eye-level again.

“Well sister, I don’t know about you, but I’m rather tired of us all piling into the same bed. Maybe get a second bed so we’re not all hot and sweaty together after a good orgy? Even if it means still sharing with a couple of other people, it’d be less shared body heat and sweat.” Tia asked, and I had to blink at the sensible suggestion as I acknowledged how tired I was.

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“Alright, seems like a plan.” I groaned, rubbing a large belly full of cum I was slowly digesting. It was morning, I was back to being my good gooey self, Luna woke up with a raging hard-on and a powerful need to cum, proclaiming intensely backed-up blue-balls. I then serviced Nicole who by this point was so massive at term with sextuplets she could barely get between bed and the magic bathroom attached to the royal bedroom. She’s still not done! It’s only been four months!

“So sneaking about as a mouse? You sure Luna is not sending you on suicide mission?” Nicole asked with a huff, having to press down on her beach ball-sized creamy tits to be able to see me, with her belly pushing them up into her face. “Caribou aren’t kind to vermin or pests.”

“I can’t remember the last time I ever saw a mouse or rat.” Commented Zephyr from her bronze tub next to my own tub which I was lounging in to enjoy the big breakfast I just had. “Both back in the Cervine Kingdom and here, I’ve never seen a rodent.”

“It’s part of the crown’s policies on cleanliness and maintaining the health of the people in the face of the growing pollution problem. I had to read an entire book on the public health guidelines.” Surgeon said from next to Nicole, the doctor visibly in awe and clinically intrigued by Nicole’s impressive pregnancy.

“Huh, what should I be? I could be a bird?” I asked, fishing for ideas since Luna’s initial plan seemed a bit too risky, my lover having gone to the balcony with her sister to move the celestial bodies around the planet. My brain nearly broke at learning this world and the moon revolving around it were all rotated by a single person every day. Well, two now, but still.

“You’d have to learn to fly, but that’d be great. Just don’t get captured as a pet. Us caribou love birds, especially tame ones that like to perch on our antlers.” Zephyr pointed to her goo antlers.

“Why not go short? Seriously, if she looks like a child of five anyone would let her anywhere. Even the king!” Nicole sighed rubbing her face. “Though rumors are the king makes such kids her trainees and try feeding them nothing but cum for days.”

“Okay, what can’t I turn into first, and what can I just roam around as?” I asked while sitting up in my lounging tub, having finished digesting my meal.

“Don’t turn into rodents or any small songbirds. The former get killed immediately, the latter get snatched up as cage pets. Try a crow or other smart medium-sized bird.” Trachea added on, turning her attention to us for a brief moment before going back to talking with Abby about spy reports.

“Just stay away from the Addams Family when as a Crow, they just...attract them,” Nicole said while rubbing her head. “An old caribou family that has recently moved to the outskirts of Canterlot, really weird one too. I never Understood that Family, or why they have an enchanted hand floating about like a butler when they already have an imposing wall of muscle for that. They’re rumored to be immortal too.”

“Harpsichord~.” I suddenly intoned with a deep, raspy baritone, causing everyone to shudder. “I bet her name is Lurch too.”

“NO WALL BREAKING!” Shouted Pinkie Pie as she burst in the door to point at me, then closed the door as if she had just been waiting to do that.

“Uh, what?” Surgeon asked in shock while the rest of us didn’t even flinch.

“That’s Pinkie Pie. You’ll get used to her.” Nicole gently soothed the doctor. “She’s also a hell of a lay and knows her way around a dick and a pair of tits. Her sister is even better though.” W-what?! The Pie Sisters have been sexing the harem but not me?! I feel hurt!

“I was wondering why you weren’t so ‘hungry’ lately,” Zephyr commented with a smirk, the fairies all giggling at the comment.

“I know!” Nicole chuckled, rubbing her belly before pouting. “They say they’re saving their virginity though, so it’s all-oral, anal, and other ways to pleasure. It’s like they get off on seeing others get off.”

“Alright, ladies! Time to start the day!” Declared Celestia, having become vibrant in the mornings lately. Her pregnancy was affecting her oddly. “Up! Come on! We can’t all have cum for breakfast!” Tia levitated Nicole along behind her as she left the room.

“Ah, hey!” Nicole said she rolled about in the air, causing the rest of us to laugh.

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‘Dun-nuh~, Dun-nuh~, Dun-nuh~, nuh-nuh-nuh. DUN, DUN, DUN-DUN-DUN, DUN, DUN-DUN-’ I mentally played the theme song for the first ‘Mission Impossible’ in my head as I flew around the occupied city of Baltimare, there were some rumors that the lost city of Cloudsdale was floating about it. It was my mission to listen to the people, follow any leads, and ultimately, probably just fly straight up to the highest cloud layer to see if the ancient city of the pegasi managed to survive the invasion since none of the caribou planes can go that high.

The fact Trachea had evidence that most of the captured pegasi were not residents of Cloudsdale meant the pegasi may have in fact fled the conflict at the end of the war. Luna practically foamed at the mouth, declaring treason if that was the case, but Tia calmed her down, stating that if that is the case, the mayor of the city at that time will face heavy legal penalties, but ultimately did her job to protect her citizens.

Anyway, where was I? “You’re a bold thing aren’t you?” Oh yes! Scratchies~! Right there~. I enjoyed the attention of the cow I’d landed on the antlers of.

“Who is this?” Another chuckled. “Is that a crow?”

“It’s a jackdaw specifically. Smart little things, be nice or they’ll guide other birds to poop on you.” That’s right lady! Scratch my glorious black feathers or face the wrath of poo!

“Better feed it then…” Mumbled the other cow as she reached into her purse and opened a bag of trail mix. Yay~ free food! “Whoa~! It’s so smart!” She commented as I’d flittered down to land on her arm and started pecking away at the small nuts and seeds in the baggy. Tasty seeds. “Are they good pets?”

“Oh goodness no! They’re too clever to keep locked up and they’re fiercely independent.” Hm? Why can’t I be a pet?! I like free food! I cawed at the first cow, only to lose my irritation with another scratch on the head.

“Is that a rainbow?” I heard a cow across the street say. “And why is the sky clear?” I looked up, seeing a patch of sky that was previously covered in the near-constant dreary cloud cover caused by the smog and unusual weather patterns of this world, only for it to rapidly close back up. “Is it true? Is there still a whole city of unconquered ponies up there?”

“Not a chance. No magic can support a whole city made of clouds. Not even pony magic.” Ignorantly decried another cow, and with this, I quickly took off, leaving my temporary companions behind.

“Ah, no! You were so pretty!” The one feeding me called out, and I cawed back in acknowledgment of her recognizing my greatness. For this, you will not suffer poo!

I flew up, using the updrafts of heat caused by the chimneys of burning fireplaces as it was already late autumn here in Equestria. Thank goodness Tia and Luna gave me flying lessons for a few days before I came out on this scouting mission.

It took several minutes of letting the air carry me up and using my own wingpower to reach the first cloud layer. By this point, I was pooped, but there was still an even higher layer of clouds to reach, as I saw no city here. It was going to take wings stronger than a jackdaw to get that high.

I warily touched down on the clouds, testing whether or not that husk thing Surgeon fused to my Plunder core would let me mimic a bird’s magic. I sighed in relief as I met spongy but firm resistance upon contact. Now came the tricky part. I rapidly morphed from a jackdaw to a tiny pegasus, courtesy of Rainbow Dash. “Whew! That would’ve been a mess if I fell through.”

I climbed to my hooves, and examined my body. I was lithe and fit, with a small A-cup bosom and slim hips. Sizing up from my bird-size to an adult pegasus, I was still the same proportions, my red-orange coat a bright contrast to the clouds around me, though I two nubs in my hair and my tail was that of a fox in how my tail hair was shaped. I did have to brush my annoying cream-toned mane out of my eyes though. Why is it so long? “Okay, let’s get up there.”

I flapped my big, beautiful red and cream feathered wings to reach the second cloud layer, it only taking a few minutes to reach it. I had to gawk a bit at the sight I was witness to. Up here, high in the sky, with the sun above and the clouds at my hooves, floated a massive sprawling metropolis in the distance. It was easily the size of the capital city of Canterlot, which would make sense since Cloudsdale supposedly predated Equestria as the pegasus city-state.

“Ah! We can get them to help!...wait why did they plug up the cloud layers?” I wondered before making the connection of how they were hiding from the caribou. “I hope they haven’t given up on us down there.” I muttered in concern, heading towards the city. Before I could reach the outskirts where it seemed aquaculture farms and rural homes were the norm, a few pegasi flew at me at high speed, all wearing full suits of plate armor painted navy blue and wielding bayoneted rifles. How can they even fly with that much weight?

“HALT! Who goes there?! State your name and business!” Furiously demanded the blustery grey-furred stallion at the head of the 3-pony squad, all were male. Something I’m not used to.

“Sir, she’s not exactly, um, decent? Shouldn’t we at least have her land before we address her further?” Suggested the turquoise stallion on the left. My left, not theirs.

“How’d she escape the Caribou?” Questioned the brown stallion on the right.

“Um, hi? I’m Robin, I’m from...well, I guess the Everfree. I’m here to establish contact between Princess Celestia and Luna with the leaders of Cloudsdale.” I cut to the chase, no point in leaving things unexplained and getting into trouble for no reason.

“Is that short for Red Robin?” Asked the somewhat nervous turquoise stallion, who seemed to have an issue looking below my eyes if his faint blush meant anything. Huh...I guess I am attractive as a lithe sporty mare, but I’m too used to big assets to find myself appealing like this. I just kept myself skinny because I thought it would make me quicker, even if Lulu and Tia insist that it doesn’t matter thanks to innate pegasus magic.

“Um, no? I’m just Robin.” Red Robin does sound nice, but I’ve already gone through a name change. But if it was, my given name would be my last name, like Indiana Jones! Or James Bond! I’m a secret agent! Wait, wait~ brain, come back. I’m working!

“So you wish to see Bat Mayor? Why?” The grey leader asked.

“Uh...I just said? To establish contact between them and the Princesses?” Why do all police and other government types have to ask the same questions over and over after they’ve already been answered?

“Who is this Luna?” The brown one asked. “We know of Celestia but she’s under the king's balls.”

“Oh! She’s Celestia’s sister. She was banished to the moon for 1000 years for staging a coup in a tantrum or something. It’s why the shadow on the moon is gone now since she’s back. As for Celestia, we staged a rescue with help from changeling insurgents under the command of Princess Cadence.” I further explained as we kept hovering in place.

“Cadence is alive?” The grey one blinked.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t she be?” I blinked in confusion at this as the stallions looked to each other.

“Alright, these are serious claims you have. We’ll have to take you to a holding cell and come get you when the mayor is ready.” The gray leader stated as he turned around, his subordinates flying to be behind me on either side, leading me into town.

“S-sir? Sh-shouldn’t we at least cover her up first?” Meekly insisted the aquamarine stallion.

“Suck it up Private Breeze! Just enjoy the sight of a beautiful mare while you still can you spineless cloudsop!” Demanded the brown stallion with irritation. Hey dude. Not cool. If he’s insecure about me being nude, don’t rag on him for it!

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I was sitting in a cozy ‘perma-cloud’ cell for a few hours, kicking my hooves and humming while I was now wearing a skintight orange ‘jail’ jumpsuit which was given to me for ‘modesty’. These pegasi have an odd sense of modesty, I feel more naked with this shiny thing on than when actually naked. That whiny-voiced soldier was left to guard me too. He actually did seem more comfortable with me in an orange latex bodysuit than naked. These ponies are weird.

“So. Uh...have you ever seen or heard of a mare named Fluttershy?” Breeze asked me out of the blue, and I blinked.

“Uh...no? Sorry. We only have one pegasus back in the Everfree and her name is Rainbow Dash.” I informed him.

“YOU HAVE RAINBOW DASH?!” The stallion suddenly shouted in excitement, leaning his head into my cell through the somehow iron-solid cloud bars.

“Ow my ears.” I groaned, rubbing them, the fairies around me complaining about the noise too.

“Sorry! But she was my sis Flutter Butter’s best friend! You can’t tell me she hasn’t mentioned my sweet big sis!” Breeze insisted with incredible desperation. Then again, this was his sister he was so worried about.

“Well, she hasn’t. Rainbow was a slave shipped back to the caribou lands before we freed her, but she didn’t mention any friends there she wanted to rescue, and she’s Loyal to a fault, so she’s not there.” I replied and the stallion visibly wilted like a sail with its wind taken out.

“Stop harassing the visitor Private Breeze. You can go back to your patrol.” Dismissed a black stallion with fierce golden eyes in an odd uniform that was just a differently patterned and colored bodysuit. It was mostly navy blue with yellow lightning-bolt like designs on it, and he had a close-cut blue mohawk.

“Yes, Commander Thunderlane!” Private Breeze saluted and then left, clearly looking hesitant, but still following his orders.

“I apologize if Zephyr Breeze was grating on the nerves. He’s just like that.” Commander Thunderlane declared, his voice smooth in contrast to his rippling physique and the stern gaze he held me with. “Eyes up here lady.” What? Sorry, nice bulge.

“Sorry. Things down on the ground are really-.”

“Oversexed. Degenerate. Disgusting. Take your pick. I appreciate the compliment, but up here we still hold to the good morality of conservatism. That said, please keep your hands to yourself, your eyes above the neckline when talking directly to someone, and please keep your clothes on. We know The Goddess at least respect that.” Thunderland directed at me as if those were laws to hold to. Actually...they probably are. Well, the hands to myself and keeping clothed parts at least.

“He’s kinda right. But we honestly love how all this oversexed culture is opening up people's minds.” Green Lady told me, or someone else. I have so many voices in my head it’s hard to tell anymore.

“...I suddenly very much want to be back in the Everfree where none of those are an issue.” The only reason we’re not a nudist colony is because people like to wear clothes. Well, besides me. I don’t mind them, but I don’t care for them either.

“Get used to it if you plan on being here for any length of time.” Thunderlane then opened my cell door. “Follow me, I’m taking you to meet Bat Mayor.”

“Alright, I’ll have to warn you about a few things with Celestia and Luna...if things work out.” I sighed at how annoying this whole situation is. What’s the point of everyone wearing skin tight shiny latex suits if you’re not allowed to ogle openly?

“Those things being?” Thunderlane asked as he led me down the hall, I shamelessly ogled his tight muscular ass, courtesy of his tail being cut short and cropped. Unf! Hey, he said when directly speaking to someone, not when walking away from you!

“Celestia has become a nymphomaniac obsessed with pregnancy after a decade of being sexually tormented by the King, and Luna was already a nymphomaniac who just got back after 1000 years of isolation, so she’s gone and formed herself a harem to curtail her libido. I don’t think they’ll be able to go back to a conservative society after all of this. At least, not entirely.” I informed the black-coated stallion as we left the jail and flew down the street towards a massive building. The architecture here was baffling, a mix of Greek, Roman, and modern.

“Great.” He groaned. “Maybe Isolation is better, even if we’re getting stir-crazy up here,” Thunderlane muttered as we landed in front of the towering structure with a traditional Roman courthouse entryway that was popular for such buildings.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a society where sex is a socially acceptable topic and activity. We tend not to do that in public unlike the caribou at least. They fuck wherever they please, and while I don’t object to that, sometimes it’s just best to keep your activities in the bedroom where, y’know, you have a bed?” I defended since the Tower and the Everfree were very social.

“Heh, yeah and that makes you better?” He asked with a derisive look.

“Consent is our rule. Caribou don’t give a shit about consent.” I snarled, and he looked a bit surprised. I guess my conviction on that must have been a shock.

“I, uh, guess so.” He said while blinking as he led me into the building. We didn’t chat more on the way upstairs after that, but I was enjoying how his back and butt rippled as he walked was nice with the silence. Hm, wait, why are we walking? Why are we climbing stairs? Why aren’t we just flying to a balcony and knocking on the door? Is it rude? Do they not have balconies for security reasons? “Mr. Bat Mayor is inside. Be polite. Don’t be perverted. Don’t talk about his wings or fangs.”

“Huh?” Was all I could ask before Thunderlane opened the door and led me in.

“So this is our esteemed guest, supposedly bearing word of our imprisoned princesses.” OH GAWD he sounds like Kevin Conroy! He was a broad-chested beefcake who otherwise managed to stay lean in his plain black and gray bodysuit. His fur was a dark smoke gray, his hair a well-maintained short dark purple, his eyes were gold with familiar slits in them, fangs poked out of his lips, and his wings were velvety black bat wings.

“Hey you look like the description Luna gave for her Thestrals!” I stated in shock, causing Thunderlane to facepalm, and Bat Mayor to raise his brow. “You’re the spitting image she showed me in our dreams when, uh, um. Ahem. Right. Not appropriate.”

“Sounds about right. But wherever they’re hiding, the majority of my species has gone silent. I’m one of only 23 Thestrals in this city. I’m just glad you’re not intimidated by me.” Bat Mayor kindly replied as he gestured me to sit down in front of his desk, which I politely agreed to.

“Oh, right. Sorry for bringing it up. Anyway, I’m here to find you all and try to bring you into the fold of our rebellion. We need some more allies, even with Cadence and the changelings there is still an issue with our arial forces, that being nearly nothing to speak of besides changelings who specialize in it. Also supplies, we have the Everfree but with our growing numbers the meger gardens I can make will only feed a handful of ponies. Sure the changeling mostly eat excess or freely-given emotions but they need some solids too.” I explained the gist of our situation to Bat Mayor, trying not to let my eyes drift below his face. Hng those pecs~.

“We’re not really farmers. Our aquaculture farms have sprung up out of desperation and our need for isolation. The only reason they can produce the yields to sustain us is because of necessity and rationing. It’s been tough this past decade with us even suppressing reproduction.” Bat Mayor informed me.

“We have land for them to farm, the issue for us is we don’t have enough skilled farmers to work the four farms that are in ruins in the forest. Most of the Earth Ponies we’ve rescued are builders, diggers, and bakers.” I explained. “The only one really understanding farming at all are me, Pinkamena and Maud. the last two farm for rocks and gems. I still don’t get how you can ‘grow’ rocks and gems though...”

“Earth Pony magic works in mysterious ways. It’s not so upfront as ours and unicorn’s, but at least it's not like the Diamond Dogs and how their bodies turn rock into gems. Look, I understand that it is our duty to heed the call, but there’s not much we can do for food supplies. We can help scout and build, and many other things, but we don’t understand how to work soil.” Bat Mayor informed me with what I could only guess was some small shame.

“That’s fine then. I was asked to see if you could help on that topic.” I sighed, rubbing my head.

“So long as the Princesses don’t expect us to try working dirt when it seems to hate us, that’s fine. You’ve set up in the Everfree? We’ve avoided it since we can’t manipulate the weather over it to hide us, not even in the upper stratosphere where we tend to keep Cloudsdale. How can we safely bring our gigantic literal city to you without the branch-heads seeing us?”

“We have magic we can bring up here that will make Cloudsdale nearly impossible to detect or find for anyone who hasn’t been here before or been brought here by someone who’s been here before. It’s really complicated, but put simply it’s a ‘Notice-Me-Not’ charm.” I reached into my long flowing cream mane and pulled out a sample crystal the size of my pinky finger. “This is just an example. If I activate this crystal, you’d think I’d vanished, watch.”

“Wow.” Bat Mayor blinked as he looked around the room. Clearly the crystal had worked. “She really seems to have disappeared.” Bat leaned over his desk and reached out to me, I bit my lip as he accidentally groped my petite breast and he flinched back as the contact broke the spell. “Sorry! Thought I was reaching your shoulder.”

“That’s alright. As I was saying to Thunderlane, we’re really relaxed on those sorts of things down in the forest.” I told him, getting a little flushed from the grope. Having tiny boobs is surprisingly sensitive, but I still prefer having huge baps. “Anyway, they have a system like this set up in the keep of the castle that makes the plateau, which is about two-thirds the size of Cloudsdale, completely undetectable. If anyone who isn’t in-the-know tries to approach, they’ll get confused, turned around, and get sent staggering off in an odd direction.”

“Commander Thunderlane. Order the movers to start us heading for the Everfree. We’re to come to a halt before the peak of Cloudsdale becomes visible from the other side of the Weather-Free Zone.”

“As you command General Bat Mayor.” Thunderland nodded, saluted with his left fist to his hng-sexy chest and left with no further preamble. Hate to see you go Thundy, but love~ to watch you leave~.

“Please do not ogle my soldiers when not in armor.” Bat Mayor gently chided me.

“Oh? I can ogle them when they’re in armor?” At my playful reply, the stallion snorted in genuine amusement.

“You know what I mean. This has been a lovely exchange. Would you like to stay as we head for your home? Cloudsdale takes a bit to get moving, but once the movers are in full tilt, we tend to outpace most pegasi. We may even beat you there if you leave now.”

“Naw, that’s okay. I have a trick.” I took a twig from my mane, winked, and snapped it, vanishing in a swirl of shadow.