Hyrulequestria

Ch.23

“So how did it go?” Luna asked as she walked over to me from the ‘waiting area’ that was set off on either side of the foyer. There are even magazines, caribou printed they may be, but magazines. She was wearing her not-nazi outfit again but now upsized to her new body.

“Good. I convinced their mayor-general, Bat Mayor, to come as close to the Everfree as they can without being spotted from the other side if we give them the ‘Notice-me-not’ charms.” I explained. “You okay?” She seemed a bit different, not in body, but in her presence.

“We’re recently pregnant with mine body having suddenly been turned into a turbo-charged sex-machine. What dost thou think?” Luna irritably grumbled. “We’ve gotten back in contact with Wiatr, the sex, fertility, and commerce goddess that got thee into staying slime before We could change thee back. We’re going on a trip to see about donating mine new Sex Aspect to a devotee of hers. We don’t need this new form of worship.”

“As much as I enjoy your new body, I agree. You just don’t seem the same after that.” I pouted as I looked her amazonian hermaphrodite body up and down. It seemed...a bit much for her.

“Indeed. It also isn’t helping that thou art wearing that bodysuit. Why art thou wearing it?” Luna looked me up and down, biting her lower lip in obvious appreciation.

“Um, this is the standard clothing worn by pegasi?” At my response, Luna groaned, her balls visibly bloating and her groin tenting slightly at her trousers.

“Just great. My Little Ponies in the sky have taken a perverted decision on mine and Sister’s part and gone full-tilt with it. We need to get this taken care of now before they arrive, or We will jump every one of those cute ponies when they get here.” Luna whined, rubbing her intimidatingly huge nutsack through her trousers.

“Sorry.” I mewled meekly before noting the front page of a magazine that Luna had been reading called War and Weapons, the eye-catching article ad under that stating, ‘Carmine The Heretic, talks of a new goddess other than Hylia!’ huh? Is Carmine in danger? I heard straining clothing before Luna gulped and picked me up bridal style. “Wha-hey!”

“Too cute, need Mine Little Pony.” She groaned, oh great now Luna has a weakness for cuteness too. Or, rather, she always has, but maybe being so big in every way makes it worse.

“Luna, please I-” I began before she got us into a closet, dropped her pants and showed off her bitch-breaker, easily as big as the one she used on me when I was first a slime, and I’m betting this isn’t boosted with magic! I blinked in shock at her actual size before she magically teleported my bodysuit off of me and she repositioned me, sliding me down her mass. “AH~! Luna, that’s too bi-ah, YES! FUCK ME~!”

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“So much.” I groaned after a rather rough session of Luna using me and asking me to keep being cute as she wrecked me. “Blurg, at least you weren’t, ugh, fertile, at least I hope not.”

I looked at my huge cum-stuffed belly which was trying to contain the latest load Luna was pumping into me. She looked finally relieved and let me off her shaft with a sigh. “Sorry love. Don’t worry, We remembered to use the contraceptive spell before We nutted the first time. We’re going to go now. We need this aspect gone or We won’t get anything meaningful done when We wish to drag thee to mine room and fuck thee forever. We art getting hard again right now, and wish to grab Nicole and fuck more fawns into her gravid womb, then We have Zephyr worshiping mine balls, Celestia sucking off mine phallus and Surgeon finally full of mine seed and all of thou covered in it and my scent!”

“Yeah, I don’t think we would survive that.” I groaned, looking at my stretched-tight belly. It was odd to so easily see it without a shelf to titflesh in the way. “At least I’m not gonna have to have Surgeon set up another surrogate, but I don’t think Rainbow would like to have someone else’s kids anyway.”

“Please don’t insinuate We can fuck thee without consequence right now.” Luna moaned, rubbing her coconut-sized cum spheres.

“Why?” I asked. “Even if the Trainee is pissed, she’s taken to it rather-.”

“Silence or We’ll impregnate thou!” Luna declared, her eyes whited out with her aura tainted with a small edge of the orange-yellow mist, her cock again at full mast and dribbling pre at me unintentionally tormenting her. “We journey to the Black Isles to seek the Coven of Wiatr! When We return, We shalt take thee to bed once more, not tainted by this aberration of our essence!” Luna then vanished in her shadowy magic.

“Sorry.” I mewled before the closet door opened to reveal Celestia, and our other lovers, who chuckled. “What?”

“She really wants to you know. Sister can’t stop talking about how you two will have great foals, from either of you. Luna will not stop fawning over her tummy either, even though it’s only been two weeks and is barely showing with however many you put in her.” Tia picked me up in her magic. “If you tempted her more she would have caved and have been proud of it. Not saying she would not regret breaking her promise.”

“But I need to be able to go in the field! We keep having this problem, where I’m getting fucked pregnant or someone really wants to, but I can’t! I’m not just some stay-at-home wife who will bend over and take all of your babies...even if that turns me on so much I wish I could do that.” I admitted, grabbing and squeezing my belly with a lick of my lips, suddenly horny again. “Shit, I’m a fucked-up girl,” I said goodbye to my man card months ago anyway. I wasn’t much of a man to speak of anyway.

“Despite all the difficulties of that, you’ve taken to it rather well.” Tia put a hand to my right thigh, and I looked down, gasping at seeing a mark! I have a mark! It was of a blue fairy hovering over a nest of eggs. “It just flashed into existence when you realized something about yourself. You really would be a wonderful mother.”

“Ah, what?” I said blinking, the fairies around me cheering. “B-but I’m not a pony! I’m...I’m not really anything. I was a fox, then a caribou, then a slime, now I’m kinda still slime? Why do I have a mark?”

“Marks and magic are mysterious, even today. It may vanish or stay with you wherever you go or whatever form you take. Try shifting.” Tia set me down and I turned to goo, absorbing the cum and watching my thighs maintain the image in swirls of cream and red. I turned caribou, I still have it! But it’s less adhered to my thighs and I can move it anywhere on my body, change the size too. I turned into a female caribou and looked down past my still flat chest at where I’d placed it, just above and to the left of my upper pussy area, opposite where Luna’s mark sat.

“It’s like a tattoo, but for my fur when I’m not gooing!” It felt oddly...grounding? Stabilizing? Something to focus on at least besides the happy fairies around me.

“Seems you’ve taken to it!” Tia chuckled before kissing me. “Come, we have a party to throw!”

“W-what?! A party? What for?” I asked as Tia summoned my orange bodysuit back on me with her magic. She really is quite masterful with it.

“Your Cute-Ceañera!” Tia declared proudly, and I felt oddly embarrassed.

“Huh?!” I asked as we left the castle, heading towards the bakery which was just a couple streets away, where I heard three familiar fillies gushing about me.

“It’s a sort of coming-of-age we ponies have for our young colts and fillies who discover what makes them special, their Talent, and it manifests as their Cutie Mark. When someone discovers their Mark, they have a Cute-Ceañera to celebrate! I was wondering what Pinkie was talking about when she said her ‘Pinkie Senses’ were itching for a party today, but I suppose-.” Tia was interrupted by Pinkie Pie bursting from the front door of her bakery, eyes all shimmery.

“ROBBY FOUND HER MARK! YAY~!” Pinkie blew on a party favor and I covered my face with embarrassment. “Oh hey a breezie is hiding gifts for you already! They love parties!” Pinkie exclaimed pointing out one of those antlered fairy winged ponies who yelped and flew off into a mouse hole.

“That was just like a Minish.” I chuckled, walking over to the pot and finding a flute.

“Did you just say, Minish? Never heard of them.” Tia commented in bemusement.

“Race of little people that hide stuff in pots and tall grass for hero’s to find,” I told her sheepishly from the fact I know of one of the most obscure races in Zelda Games.

“Robin, that is just silly,” Tia replied with a laugh.

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The cake was great. I still felt incredibly embarrassed to relay the rather inappropriate way I got my mark to the trio of Bloom, Scoots, and Sweets. I even turned back into a pegasus to show them my new Marks-I refuse to call them Cutie Marks-on my thighs. It was incredibly novel to the fillies, who were raised by the caribou to eventually become caribou themselves. After that, they begged every other pony how they got their Marks and to see them.

Considering nopony here had any reservations thanks to the caribou basically removing them, they all proudly showed off their Marks and told their stories.

Rarity apparently was forcibly dragged by her magic to a gem deposit in her desperation to please her mistress and not get sent to the boorish magic academy to become a wizard. This led to her having a stint in the mines, which she admittedly has a fondness for, strangely enough with how sophisticatedly she bears herself. Her Talent was the finding, appraising, and processing of gemstones, something she has a bit of a shared skill with Maud.

Pinkie, having been raised in the wild basically, suffered chronic depression, but one day came to the conclusion that if she didn’t try to cheer herself, and others up, then what was the point of living? That scarily suicidal thought process aside, Pinkie gathered the materials to throw herself, Maud, and their dearly departed father a small ‘At Least We’re Not Slaves’ party. From that moment on, with Maud and their dad happy for at least a little while, she found her purpose.

Rainbow was actually a bit of a scare. She’d tried again, and again, and again to escape her captivity. Gaining scar after scar that now covered her body and she wore with pride. One time she even broke the sound barrier, disrupting caribou activity for miles around and clearing the sky of the cloud cover and smog for a few hours, but she’d crashed with no way to control her flight after that point. She was imprisoned, new restrictions put on all pegasi slaves thanks to her, and she was even more trapped since. But Speed was her calling, no doubt.

Maud just held up her pet rock named Boulder. The Rock shone green then suddenly the room was filled with ghosts and was in ruins again with an ancient battle waring around us before it all vanished and everything was back to normal. Holy shit. What does her rock mark even mean then?!

“I like rocks, all rocks, even magical rocks like Boulder,” Maud told me not explaining anything.

Celestia regaled us with a tale that might as well have been from an odyssey of the gods, detailing the legendary adventures of she and her sister uniting the tribes, fighting back the forces of darkness, and laying claim to the heavens. Aka: She saw the sun, was sick of it setting too fast with only a random handful of hours to a day at the time, grabbed it, and boom: butt stamp.

It was a nice party. I was thankful it was thrown for me, even if I felt out of place. I’m not a pony. I’m a...I don’t know anymore. My mark may say I’m a potentially good mother...but aren't fairies scatterbrained and prone to flights of fancy too? A-am I just...a mess?

“What’s up, love?” Nicole asked as she waddled slowly over to me, having to have her septuplet belly on a wooden dolly with casters so she could actually move. She wanted to come when she heard about this party and Pinkie managed to do it within minutes the moment a ‘Pinkie Sense’ went off.

“Nothing. Just an existential crisis.” I can barely remember much before Luna now that I try. I remember my mom. She was a chef. She loved me. I remember my sister, who was a bitch, and barely remember my dad was a deadbeat who left us. I can’t...I’m forgetting things and only randomly recalling things that are otherwise pointless, like Batman’s voice actor when I met Bat Mayor. It’s almost like my life before didn’t exist. Will I keep forgetting? Am I going to lose everything at some point? I must’ve looked mortally terrified, because Nicole pulled me into her side, whispering sweet nothings to calm me down. “Thank you.”

“I don’t know what’s up. But I’m always here babe.” Nicole declared as she kissed my cheek. “Cheer up, this party is for you.”

“I know. It’s just...it’s about something that doesn’t make sense to me. It’s something I shouldn’t have. I just don’t know what to think, feel, or do. I feel so lost. I just want someone, anyone, to tell me what to do. Where to go. How to feel. It’s so hard being my own person.” I was crying. Why does this hurt? Is this how I always felt? Why did I turn to drugs? I need to get out of here. “I can’t…” I got up, walking out of the party, everyone looking at me sadly as I left what was supposed to be a celebration for me. One I couldn’t enjoy for some reason.

The terrible laughter came back and mocked me even as the green light and the fairies called out to me in support, but the cruel laughter drowned them out.

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“We have word on another Magi-tech bunker like the one Honed Lance had been in when Luna found him.” Trachea told me, handing me a folder. I decided to try and seek work to give me purpose, to distract me from my self-destructing downward spiral of existential dread. “We have reason to believe these machines actually work unlike the neglected and rusted things Honed had been guarding. The only one usable to us was left to guard Star Swirl Tower, better there to protect our researchers than here, especially if they can restore the others with study.”

“Somewhere outside Trottingham on Nottingham Island...did they seriously just…?” I have noticed pretty much every city and town in Equestria is literally a horse-themed pun on an existing city or town name, but come on!

“Pun the original name? Yeah, ponies are terrible like that.” Trachea snorted in amusement as she looked at me with knowing eyes. Don’t look at me like that. I know you know exactly how potentially suicidal I am right now, don’t mention it. I beg you. She smothered me by hugging my face to her bosom and kissed my brow before we got back on task.

“And you need me to confirm the location?” I asked shakily, trying not to crack open this torrent of anguish within me.

“Pretty much.” Trachea told me with a nod as she rubbed my shoulders supportively, looking me in the eyes.

“Great, I’ll head out. Oh, and in case you don’t know yet, Cloudsdale is on the way here. They’ll stop before hitting Everfree airspace though until they have the charms to keep the city hidden like the tower and here are. They’ll be coming from Baltimare’s direction.” I informed the amazonian changeling queen. A woman I made a queen. How did I manage such an amazing thing? How did I, a useless piece of garbage help turn her into this wondrous woman?

“You are not useless, my Love. Be sure to gear up, there might be traps babe. We’ll keep an eye out here.” The fact Trachea didn’t move to molest me as I was accustomed was appreciated. Sex is my new drug after all, and I...I want a clear head right now.

“I will. Thank you.” I left Trachea’s office in the castle and headed for the armoury, which wasn’t far considering Trachea took the old warden’s office at the top of the dungeon as her own, and the armoury was right next to the castle’s barracks, which for security purposes was between the dungeon and said armoury. Luna’s private workshop was in there too I think.

I looked about the room. It was still rather sparse. Mostly restored suits of old plate armor, spears, swords, and what guns we’d stolen from the caribou. My own personal suit of padded armor was on a mannequin...a rather unnecessarily busty mannequin at that. Am I usually that obscenely proportioned? I haven’t bothered to really preen in a mirror a lot, so seeing, well, me even in the abstract is a big shock. You’d think otherwise with so many other herms and women sharing my proportions and even exceeding them would desensitize me to it.

I cupped the firm wood boobs under the armor with warmth in my face, and then pressed my palms to my petite A-cups. How do I function with such glorious breasts? How do any of the herms and females I know who are just as, or more endowed? Is gravity lower here? Does everyone have a natural magically enhanced back strength just to carry such weight? I mean, it doesn’t change my preference, but it’s an eye-opener with my mind so oddly clear.

“Okay, lots of questions lately.” I mewled, turning to look at myself in a helpful mirror, and I blushed as I stood in front of it, a very pretty pegasus looking back at me. I bit my lip and began to shift my mass into my body. I watched my breasts expand, my hips widen, thighs thiccen, height creep upward. I panted, turned on so bad by my own body as my eyeline went above the mirror and my thicc sexy body was causing my poor suit to cry out in protest from containing my wonderful body.

I stopped at my usual proportions, looking down at my shiny and creaking bodysuit. The haze is back. The barely noticeable film over everything that I’ve been relishing so long. I shrunk back down in a panic, nearly hyperventilating as I hugged myself with a whimper. “Okay. No hypersexed preference unless I’m ready to have fun.”

I, however, didn’t like being so petite, and willed myself to stay 6 feet, but with DD’s and matching hip size. There. A healthy brickhouse of 36-24-36. A beloved example of the female shape in the human world. Also, the bodysuit is staying. It’s hot. Even if I’m not such a sexed-up mess right now, I still have my own libido, it isn’t something that controls me.

Determined, I put on my magic armor over the bodysuit...then took it off and took off the bodysuit. It somehow makes me even more sensitive, and I won’t be able to focus with those sensations. A bodysuit is for outside of missions. I stuffed the size-changing stretchy orange suit into my mane-space and picked up a Luger pistol, my Springfield, and a bow with a quiver of arrows. I stuffed the guns into my mane and wrapped the quiver and bow over my back, testing my wings.

“Hm...no. I can’t wear them like this, my wings are in the way.” I put away the bow, a bit big anyway, and picked up a small crossbow, stuffing it into my mane, and then put on a belt for the bolt quivers to hang on my hips.

“Looking like a Warrior.” I heard behind me and turned to see Honed Lance, the overly handsome middle-aged stallion, who I totally wanted to kiss outta nowhere for some reason, who thanks to shenanigans was still in his twenties that Luna found in the previous bunker. “Heard you were going to another Bunker, don’t know where though. There may be soldiers hiding out in it, stasis and all that. Depending on what was stored it might just be automated security.”

“That reminds me if Equestria was so advanced with tech how did you guys lose?” I asked since I barely had any info on the War. Tia refused to talk about it, and the others weren’t exactly old enough to really know. Luna, of course, knew nothing. Also, I’m trying not to let my eyes drop below his handsome beard, even if the fairies and the green light seemed to favor him and urged me to look. No ladies! I don’t want to!

“The Magitech was experimental, hard to predict, or control. We couldn’t risk unleashing something so dangerous on our own people to try and spite our enemy. The golems were perhaps the least volatile, but they still were hard to manage. Too hard to put on the field. Before they could’ve been put in defensive positions, the caribou blitzkrieg blew through our outer defenses and laid siege of Canterlot within hours. Unfortunately, not even the Sheikah could activate any of the machines in time. If they did, things would have been different.”

“Right, blitzkrieg.” I groaned, remembering what my ancestors did in WW2. Right, I have ancestors in the UK, Germany, and Greece, even learned German to visit my cousins that lived there. I had at least two great grandparents that lived during the Nazi campaigns, one of them was a Nazi actually. Now I feel weird remembering this. Why did I forget?

“Indeed. It’s why they can so rapidly conquer cities and countries, so boldly pouring so many resources into a single, violent rush of death and destruction.” Lance grumbled as he moved to the rack of crossbows. “Be safe out there.”

“I can try.” Don’t eye his butt, don’t look-damn it, Robin! Have some self-control!

“It’s okay! I approve of it! Look all you want!” The green light insisted, but I wasn’t going to listen, I had to get away from the stupid sexy stallion before my damn libido hijacks my sensibilities again! “No...it’s okay….” I rushed out of the armory, the green light sounding upset.

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Flying is a nice substitute for teleportation. Sure, it takes much longer, but it’s fulfilling. With Luna away, and Tia not having any recent memories to pull location data on Trottingham, I was left with winging it just above the lower cloud layer. How the hell have the pegasi managed to make this seemingly endless blanket of clouds semi-permanent? I should’ve asked while I was in Cloudsdale.

Whatever. It’s been several hours, my wings ache, and I’m just now nearing Manehattan. Trottingham is further northeast and out to sea on its own island, so it might be best to camp for the night.

How do I camp in the clouds though? I don’t think going to ground is a good idea, even with my magic padded stealthy armor...that I belatedly realized formed holes for my wings when I put it on. Luna has really done a lot of work on this suit.

“Hm,” I looked about and surprisingly found a ruined cloud house lazily floating in this cloud layer. Okay. I must be a mary sue in a story for sure, that is way too convenient. I looked around, disappointed that Pinkie hasn’t somehow appeared to accost me for my thoughts.

After a second to be allowed to actually ruminate on my blessed existence and the curses it came with, I flew down to the partly eroded shack that seemed to literally be slowly evaporating in extreme slow-motion, wisps of cloud trailing from the various holes in the structure.

“Okay, so weird house?” I commented before noticing the goop pooling about the floor and breathing? Was this house breathing? Oh no, is this a mimic house? Am I about to be eaten? Am I going to suffer the same fate of my high-school D&D elf rogue who thought the spooky haunted house couldn’t possibly be a mimic?!

Just as I finished those thoughts the far wall grew eyes and a spectral vapor-like horse appeared, looking emaciated and haggard. I looked around and saw I had walked right into one. It was chilly, but otherwise, I barely noticed. Go pegasus temperature resistance/near immunity! “Aw, poor things,” I muttered, reaching out and trying to pet one, but it shrunk back, as if I’d tried to strike it.

“Okay, I have six of you here...what are you?” I questioned as one got close to sniff me. It then seemed to bite into my head, but I didn’t feel anything. Wait, what? Why was I remembering the drugs? Those damn, disgusting things ruined my life! I don’t want to even think about them!

Whatever it was doing, it was swallowing and looking more solid by the moment, soon it released me, gave a ghostly whinny, and then nudged me towards the others. I curiously followed it’s wishes, letting the other five horses bite my brain, make me think things that made me mad and ate. Somehow. Soon I had a small herd of contently nickering and prancing ghost horses and me no less informed of the situation.

“What have I gotten into now?” I asked as they nuzzled and whinnied at me.