Hyrulequestria

Ch.25

“So thou can now turn into a slimy Vulpes Major?” Luna asked me from the massive pool-sized jacuzzi bathtub, which was of course filled with my goo spoo. She made a system to recycle it so I didn’t have to keep getting ‘milked’ for her extremely exotic and oddly coconut-scented baths. Luna was back to being purely female and her previous proportions. “And this Matriarch tried breeding thee?”

“Or minor, depending on how much slime I have available,” I added with a nod from my place sitting on the rim of the far-too-enormous tub in my new Vulpes form. I wondered where she was draining all my slime semen after the baths, considering I went through so much effort to produce it all. “Also yes, but I absorbed her seed so I wouldn’t be burdened with it.”

“I thought that place was data storage.” Trachea commented from her own place in the bath. We all looked at Celestia who was trying her best to hide in the creamy goo. Her mane gave her away though.

“Sister?” Luna asked leadingly.

“*blurble*” Came a bubbling from where she’d submerged, and she surfaced with a sigh. “I missed you sister. I wanted to honor you and save Our Little Ponies at the same time, so I thought; why not infuse loyal soldiers still devoted to you even after all this time with Lupus Major magic. Since they were both of the night sky, and your preferred, ahem, species.”

“But then this Leonard messed with the project?” Luna asked curiously, seeming not at all bothered that her sister had a genetic super-soldier program started in honor of her.

“I can only assume. Still, it worked, if a bit too well, and manipulated to his perverse ends. Though I also think this Matriarch had a role to play in which species were picked.” Celestia grumbled as she looked me over. “Could you please turn into something more social?”

“Hm? Sure.” I morphed easily into my caribou slime form, still all starry and night-sky like though. “Guess that’s there to stay,” I grumbled, sliding into the bath with the others, looking at Zephyr who was amorphously swirling around with my cum goo. “Careful you don’t get hyperpregnant again Zephyr.”

“*blub*” Replied Zephyr, waving a tendril of her brown and cream slime dismissively.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s a big girl. If she wants to bake more of your adorable goo-kids let her.” Nicole, my beautiful ball of babies and boobs nonchalantly waved off, having to stand in the center of the pool due to her incredible size. She still has nearly four months left too! I’m starting to worry, but if nobody else is concerned for her health, then she must be doing well.

“Fine, so what power do Vulpes have Tia? I know my tail can kinda act as a sword.” I asked the nervous alicorn.

“Um, not much more than that. Besides being as durable as a Lupus.” Tia admitted with a shrug, sending her shelf of boobflesh quaking in the cream. “Lupus didn’t have any special abilities aside from their durability and strength, which all Celestia starborne entities possess. The tail abilities must have been an addition along with the fox form and the venom by that deviant.”

“Well, it’s useful,” Luna admitted. “But not exactly powerful.” I felt my face warm as Luna scooped a cup into the coconut-flavored cum and took a long deep swallow.

“Actually...the matron, her name is Midnight just FYI, says that they’ve been experimenting with it for years, and they can do things like cutting down trees within instants, create localized detonations of varying potency, and one time they even stopped the rain by ‘painting’ wind to blow the clouds away.” This caused Luna to blink as she finished her dirty drink.

“Okay...that is not at all what I had planned,” Tia said in surprise.

“Sounds like this Leonard has developed a rather scarily potent form of magic. If any Vulpes can create such a profound effect on the world around them with a wave of the tail, that makes them at least as potentially dangerous as any skilled mage.” Trachea considered as she took her own draught of my slime. I mean, yeah, my cum tastes like a coconut smoothie, but please stop flattering me girls, I might boil with how warm you’re making me feel.

“Well then, we’ll gladly welcome such potential into our growing ranks. With any earth ponies willing to come here from Trottingham, we will also resolve our food supply issues. We were starting to worry that We would need to have thee and Zephyr go on a tree-eating binge and then donate a large reservoir of slime.” Luna said to me as she scooped up another serving of coconut cum.

“Ugh.” I groaned. “Well a few do, but they’re isolationist, also Leonard has made them superstitious. It was hell to explain through a window what the foxes were and that I was taking most of them with me. I hope they do stay away from the bunker though, Leonard is a vicious little monster.” I growled at the end there. He’s been forcibly turning people into his playthings for over a decade.

“As soon as things settle down, trust me, I will personally find him and smite him from this world before any doomsday device he threatened the island with could cause harm.” Tia declared imperiously, before leaning down and outright sucking down my goo. UGH, I’m getting so horny! Stop it, girls! I don’t want sex! I don’t want to feel like I’m just some sex-addicted nymphomaniac!

“Yes, good to know. I’m gonna go to bed, it’s been a long day.” I slid back out of the bath/pool and absorbed the goo clinging to the membrane of my slime.

“You’re just going to go to sleep?” Zephyr suddenly asked in surprise, forming her head atop her still amorphous body.

“Yes. I’ll be in my tub.” I rolled out of the magically expanded bathroom and back into our bedroom suite, stuffing just enough of my slime into a pocket space to comfortably fill my solid bronze bathtub.

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The next morning I was gently woken by Nicole patting my surface, kissed on the cheek when I emerged from myself, and softly told breakfast was being served in the private dining room. The way Nicole behaved was so...odd, that I was worried, but she just softly smiled with her own eyes filled with concern and gently goaded me into heading down, since she was stuck in the royal suite with her belly too big for most doorways now.

When I got to the dining room, I blinked at realizing I hadn’t really noticed last night, but Lulu was back to being 6 feet tall and her still-very-busty but not Hyper self. She was wearing a black nightgown, her non-sexy one. After coming to terms with today’s sense of modesty, she at least knows her original taste in sleepwear was considered ‘come hither’ clothes these days.

“Lulu? You okay?” I asked sitting down as they all looked at me, bewildered themselves.

“Since when did you get an anthro fox body?” Trachea asked.

“Huh?” I ran my hands over my face but sighed. “No, this is still my goo body. I guess having a strong affinity towards Vulpes helps me subconsciously hold a form besides caribou. I felt myself morph back to caribou and let my core branch my antlers, feeling content and stable as I let it happen.

“Hey, that’s pretty,” Zephyr commented, poking my antlers, and when I turned my eyes up, I could barely make out that my vines had sprouted beautiful purple blossoms at various points.

“Wow…” My core sent a sensation of smug pride. You be as smug as you want if you make me feel so pretty! “That’s nice. I don’t think I can stay one species, I love being a caribou, fox, pegasus, what have you. It’s so...restrictive to just stay one thing.” I admitted, the realization being soothing to me.

“I know what you mean.” Trachea chuckled. “I have no dislike for my true form, but what’s the point in not using a power that lets you be whatever you want? I happen to enjoy turning into birds and pegasi, flying is so much more fun when you have wings meant for distance and gliding rather than hovering and maneuverability.”

I giggled at Trachea’s like-minded attitude. “But back to Luna, what happened Love? Also, why is Nicole acting strange?”

“I transferred my Sex aspect to a willing acolyte of Wiatr in the Black Isles, a sea pony. Now they have a Goddess of Sex, who may well also become Fertility considering they already worshipped Wiatr for Sex and Commerce.” Luna sighed in content as she rubbed her lap, where there was a distinct lack of male genitals. “I don’t mind having male parts, but I’d prefer the option of not having them. As for Nicole, she’s finally coming to terms with Love, and that she has it. Also, I want you as a Vulpes tonight~.” Luna, that’s weird, kinky but weird.

“Oh. Right.” I forgot again, that caribou like Nicole and Zephyr were raised in a society where Love was a foreign concept, a thing of fantasy they tried so hard to emulate when they’ve forgotten how to. “Good to know she’s making progress.” The fact Zephyr wasn’t at all involved in this conversation even though she was right next to me had me a bit worried. Was she having the same degree of issues with it as Nicole? She is older after all, but then again her parents were clearly rebels, not submitting their Female daughter to being breeding stock and also moving around as vagrants and not allowing her to be conscripted into the military.

“Yes, also, Surgeon has been out getting ‘supplies’. One of the MPs asked about you, and Surgeon stated she’s been experimenting on you and some animals. It’s the cover story you two came up with, and surprisingly the officer asked if she could have those changes.” Zephyr added on, explaining why Surgeon was absent. “Also, Surgeon and I know what love is, though it took Surgeon explaining it to me for me to understand it a bit better.”

“Well, I hope she doesn’t get put on the spot with something she’s unable to do. I guess she’ll have to practice her cosmetic magic and stuff. Whatever medical mumbo-jumbo.” I replied as I sat there, watching everyone eat, which was a lot of food. Everyone at this table besides Trachea, Zephyr and I were pregnant after all. Tia’s been so focused on her food she hasn’t even spoken a single word yet, scarfing down...is that cake? Where’d she get cake?

“She’s using the Trainee to practice, who is named Angela for the record.” Zephyr nonchalantly answered, as if using a prisoner’s body for unethical magic experimentation wasn’t a horrific and terrible thing to do. Especially since she was acting as a surrogate for Carmine and I’s fawns.

“Isn’t that dangerous? For her and My fawns?” I asked with deep concern.

“I’ll be frank and state that there is always danger, but Surgeon is a professional and I don’t think she’ll risk the children or her patient,” Luna replied, then looked over at her sister in annoyance. “Sister, wilt thou cease stuffing thine face and at least greet our beloved?”

“Hm?” Celestia blinked and hummed through a mouth stuffed with so much cake her cheeks were full like a chipmunk. She swallowed the whole mass of food in her mouth in one go and licked all the frosting and chocolate smears around her mouth. “Oh, good morning Robin. I apologize, I’ve been ravenous since I woke up.”

“I can see that,” I said in a bit of awe, seeing that she’s already eaten half of a whole cake, while also drinking milk and eating pickles. Those all must’ve been obtained in a recent raid on food stores.

“Didn’t you say this Goddess gave you a charm to help Tia?” Zephyr asked Luna.

“What? What charm, help me with what?” Tia suddenly defensively demanded of her sister as she magically pulled up her nightdress to reveal her gigantic breasts, and used her magic to tug on her pink nipples and start filling her cup of milk back up. Won’t that just go back into your breasts though? Well, with her eating so much I guess not, but still.

“Help thee with thine inflation fetish. Thou still keeps trying to dangerously fill thyself even though thou art pregnant and it risks the foals. So We got thee a charm that Wiatr says is among her favorites. It would protect thy foals and make thine body so magically elastic thee might as well be a living balloon. If We can’t stop thee, sister, We might as well make sure thou art safe.” Luna admitted as she pulled a necklace from her storage space through her ether mane. It was a simple thing with a golden orb bead on the grey cord.

“Oh~ okay~!” Tia purred giving Luna bedroom eyes and looking below her belt. “Want me to reward you~.”

“We a-are quite fine in that department at the moment dear sister.” Luna flushed and tossed the necklace at her kinky big sister, who promptly snatched it and put it on, the necklace oddly clinging to her collar, which she still didn’t like not wearing, and looking like a bell on said collar. “Today is not a day for fornication and lust anyhow, at least not until tonight. Robin, We have an assignment for thee.”

“Yeah, what is it?” I asked, perking up and ready to hear it. Huh, I haven’t touched my food. I forget I don’t get ‘hungry’ like most species anymore. Anything I eat just gets turned to more goo anyway, but I should at least try to eat like a normal person on occasion.

“Thanks to thee Love, We have gotten the support of the Pegasi, hopefully, Earth Ponies, and gathered 3 of the 6 Sages of Harmony. Sister has finally told me who the Sage of Magic is, and unfortunately, it will be difficult to extract her.” Luna looked to said sister, who wilted and looked like all her hope and life was sucked right back out of her for a moment before Luna took her hand and squeezed comfortingly.

“Why?” I asked as I got up and decided to try and look less starry. It wasn’t working, and more like my body rebelled against it, getting even more starry. I guess I just have to hope this unique pattern doesn’t follow into my other forms like my Mark does.

“The Sage of Magic is...was, my personal student. I’d only had her under my wing for a couple of months before the final push by the Caribou hammered through our borders, rushed the countryside, and took Canterlot.” Celestia used her magic to summon a newspaper, which was of course in German and revealed an image of a busty, beautiful, and intelligent-looking caribou. “Her name is, or possibly was Twilight Sparkle. Now she goes by Tara, and is ahead magic researcher for the King’s personal R&D department back in the Cervine Kingdom.”

“How do you know it’s her?” I asked, and Tia pointed out the collared young male drake about the same age as the fillies in a butler uniform helping her hold up her award.

“This is the drake that she had hatched on the day I took her under my wing,” Tia explained forlornly. “When someone hatches a dragon egg, they’re bound together from then on like family. Then there’s also this.” Tia pointed out the lapel pin on both Tara and the drake’s shirt collars, of the same Mark on Harmonia’s body of the Magic Sage. “It seems she still remembers and cherishes enough of her old self that she keeps her Mark on hand.”

“Alright, am I just going to kidnap her and the boy? I think it will be harder to convince them to leave.” On that note, how would I go about kidnapping a powerful mage and her butler slave?

“On the contrary. She was Celestia’s personal student and worshiped the very ground she walked on. She became a caribou years ago, well ahead of nearly anyone else and the moment she was no longer considered a slave, continuously requested a transfer to the King’s personal R&D, which has to follow the King to throw themselves into researching whatever hits her whims and fancies. The moment Celestia escaped however, she was shipped back to the Cervine Kingdom under nominal house arrest under suspicion of being an insurgent.” Trachea informed us, her eyes glazed in communion with her hivemind.

“So I have to go to her home?” I asked for clarification and got a nod from our spymaster. “Okay, so that’s back in the Cervine Kingdom. But how did she win an award for...Magic Theory, when she’s under house arrest?”

“The caribou have a mostly meritocratic society when they’re not thinking with their dicks or tits. They’re not going to let something like ‘house arrest’ keep someone from their rightly earned acknowledgment of achievement.” Zephyr snorted as if the very idea was ludicrous.

“So she basically screamed, HEY I PROVED SOMETHING GIVE ME A REWARD!” I jokingly suggested, getting snorts from everyone. “But okay, I need to cow-up.” I turned into my caribou body and whined at how my pelt aside from my cream front and thighs was now a deep purple instead of rusty red. “Come on! I loved my red! I’m Robin!” I snarled, and my fur rapidly changed hue to a stronger Robin red, and I snorted. “That’s better!”

“Get any more tattoos and you’ll start becoming a work of art.” Trachea pointed at my lower belly, where on the right above my upper pussy area was Luna’s mark, from when she marked me as her’s, and opposite that on my left upper groin area was my own mark, both in full color. To see them I had to pull my tits apart and peer between them.

“Hmm...I like them. A lot. I wouldn’t mind getting more, but it might start getting a bit crowded. Well, if I don’t get these babies done.” I held up my huge basketballs for boobs, easily imagining the cream orbs being covered in tattoos.

“Truly.” Tia chuckled licking her lips before blushing. “Not that I would.”

“Please sister. Between us, thou always did like the roguish ones more. We happen to prefer a knight in shining armor, but alas, a rogue did steal mine heart.” Luna fluttered her eyes at me and I cheekily grinned, before shaking myself and clapping my cheeks.

“Nope. Out of that mindset. I have work to do. I just have to hope that Carmine and Paddy aren’t where Tara is. They’ll blow the operation right open.” I grumbled, though I was hoping a little to see Carmine again, if only briefly.

“They’re in the south, nowhere near her. They’re actually fighting one of our fortresses right now on the edge of our territory in the Badlands.” Trachea informed me. “They’re dangerous for sure, and they may be specialized in sieges, but our fortresses are literally mountains and mazes. It could take them months to take a single one when we have the badlands pockmarked with the things.”

“Well, that’s not good. Any news on that?” Tia asked worriedly. The changelings were our greatest allies, after all, if they fall, we’ll only have Trachea and her network.

“About sixteen changelings have been captured and they’re being used. We had to cut them from the Hive Mind because of the drugs going into them, though it was weird how Carmine was talking to them about Love, asking if it was truly real and how it felt.” Trachea explained. “She seems obsessed with us. Also, Paddy is clearly a master mage of some sort, extracting minor secrets from their minds and theorizing what turning them into caribou would do to their magic.”

“Well, that’s not my front, I’m not a soldier. I’m just glad my two main detection risks when infiltrating are gone.” I pulled my bodysuit from between my tits, since I had no mane to use as a safe obscurance to access my storage, and held up the tiny thing, getting whistles from Zephyr and Trachea, and blushes from the Princesses. “This is going to be interesting.”

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I was in my armor, the bodysuit being worn as underclothes because being naked under armor, even comfy padded armor is dumb. I’ll just have to get used to how sensitive it made me feel, how my nipples rubbed against my armor and made me just want to tear my clothes off and maul my tits for a boobgasm.

But no, I am devoted to making bodysuits work for me. Not only are they sexy, but they’re also a practical form of underclothes. I don’t exactly ‘need’ support like most women do, but damn is it nice to have it in the form of a pleasurable skintight suit. That and I’m currently tiny again.

“Oh, how are you doing?” A caribou purred as she leaned down to my four-foot size.

“Good, do you know where Tara lives? I’m a big fan of hers!” I exclaimed as I hopped up and down a bit. This earned a giggle from the cow as she nodded.

“She lives in the apartment complex in Tree 73.” The cow helpfully pointed out the general direction of the place I was looking for, even naming it.

“Thanks, lady!” I jumped up and smooched her nose, making her yelp and giggle as I ran away in the direction she pointed. It wasn’t hard to find my way, each of the trees had an illuminated painted number on each trunk, like the Sabaody Archipelago from One Piece. Only these weren’t mangrove trees. I couldn’t possibly imagine what kind of trees they are.

The Cervine Forest Kingdom, despite the heavy pollution and the industrialized society of its inhabitants, it had managed to maintain a magnificent forest that put the Everfree to shame. The trees here were utterly enormous, spanning whole city blocks. Tunnels were dug through the roots to allow roads to pass through, stairs carved into the trees and all sorts of incredible wooden construction that would make you think Elves live here or something.

It was still so smoggy you could barely see one tree from another though, and the sky was blocked out by both the smog, clouds, and the thick canopy of leaves the size of cars high above. No wonder you can see this forest from half a continent away. Why would the caribou even want to expand beyond this baffling marvel of magical nature? All that said, however, all the light here was artificial, derived from electricity, or magic where such lights were infeasible.

I also noticed moving tree stumps with faces that hide in the trees with the help of the fairies. Weren’t koroks related to the Kokiri who had fairies? Were they like the fairies? Or were the fairies protecting them? Are they elves?

Then what about the Deku Scrubs? Oh, there’s a few, just sitting around and looking sick with those comically oversized medical masks over their snouts. It seems the smog is really getting to the poor things, and the caribou at least seem to treat them well if the relatively clean pond they were around said anything. After all, they’re tiny creatures and I guess could be called cute.

“Wait no. Kokiri were Hylian children who simply never grew up after their ancestors moved into the forests to distance themselves from the growing cities. The Koroks were what they turned into to allow them to fly, adapting them for the Great Sea.” I mumbled to myself. “That kinda fits elves, with the whole unaging thing at least. Are the caribou related to them? Would explain the obsession with children.”

The Deku Scrubs perked at my muttering before getting up and scurrying over to me. They made strange sounds as they poked me before prancing around me.

“What is it?” I chuckled at the Scrubs.

“She is here. She has come. Please, save us.” The nearest one whispered hopefully, and I felt confused, yet terribly pained. Like I forgot something. “No. She cannot remember. Please remember.”

“I...I don’t know what you’re talking about. If you want clean air and water, journey East, to Everfree.” I whispered to them, and they looked both sad and hopeful. “Tell nobody but other scrubs, okay? I need to go.” I hurried away before they drew more attention to me.

Anyway, I followed the long, long, long distance down the street in the direction my helpful temporary guide had pointed me, and after running enough to have easily crossed maybe a quarter of the Everfree, I finally found the massive Tree 73. I had to follow the walkways around it to find the main entrance, but eventually, I got to go into the clean air from the smog and sighed in relief as I pulled down my scarf to enjoy the clean indoor air.

“Oh, what a cutie!” A caribou wearing glasses exclaimed as I approached the reception desk. A Deku Scrub was sitting in a fountain looking very sad as it paddled about. “Who are you trying to visit little one?”

“I’m here to see if Tara will let me visit! I wanna get her autograph for her debunking Sleipnir’s Theory on continuous thaumaturgic feedback loops in null matrices.” Yes, I had to look up why she won the award. Apparently disproving Sleipnir would advance Null technology and anti-magic craft. This, of course, was very bad for us, but great for the caribou. Which was all the more reason why Tara got such a prestigious award as the Abel Prize due to it being in the mathematics and thaumaturgy field?

“I’ll call her apartment right away!” The cow said with a large smile as she picked up the phone receiver and began dialing. “Anything for a cutie!”

“Thank you!” I giggled, noting the cow was tenting her skirt.

“Who’s there.” Droned a haggard male voice through the old-fashioned phone receiver.

“I have a, um, sorry dear, I forgot your name?” She was blushing in embarrassment at the fact she forgot to ask.

“Tatl!” I replied, using a name that I’d thought up to be as different from my actual name as I could, and all the fairies and other mythical things hiding around here brought the yellow fairy to mind thanks to the scrubs too. A yellow fairy started buzzing about me after I said the name though, seeming angry. Oops! Sorry Tatl, if that’s you! I’ll apologize when I’m in private!

“I have a little dear named Tatl here.” The cow said after getting my false name, and I felt a smirk creeping on my face at how her skirt lifted higher in the front. Somebody get’s off on embarrassment~.

“Oh! She’s here! Send her on up.” The tired male voice suddenly filled with energy, and I was a little worried. How did she know I was coming? Did Luna or Tia somehow message ahead? How? It’s midday here even if it’s evening back home.

“Unf, okay, Sir Spike.” The cow sighed eyeing me and rubbing the top of the tented skirt. “Just go to the Elevator.” She huffed, “But um, could you also…?” She looked at me than her skirt.

“Hm...have a quick snack, or leave you wanting. Hm...ah~.” I opened wide, crawling under the desk as well as her skirt and deepthroating the 16-inch long dick in one go, causing her to squeal and moan. I didn’t waste time, swallowing, thrusting myself onto her and licking her sheathe as I groped her apple-sized balls. She came quickly with a keening wail and I gulped down her offering easily.

“Ah~ thank you~!” The bespectacled cow cooed at me as I pulled off and stood back up, patting my slightly bloated tummy with a belch.

“Not an issue.” I burped again as I walked away to the elevator. “Which floor?”

“Miss Tara and Sir Spike live on the 77th floor, room 7005. Follow the directory so you don’t get lost dear!” The cow called after me as the elevator doors closed on me and I absorbed her cum once alone.

“She tasted sweet. Maybe I should take more ‘offerings’. Oh and sorry about using your name Tatl.” I sighed, licking my lips while the yellow fairy, who must be Tatl blinked brightly and then faded away, likely in a huff knowing that tsundere fairy. I was now alone in the elevator until it opened up on floor 47 for a small group of drunken cows. “Uh, what floor?”

“69!” One declared and the others all hooted and cheered as I considerately pressed their floor. “We’re gonna suck big dicks tonight!” Declared a standard tan one.

“Fuck that! I wanna get knocked up!” Eagerly insisted on a brown one.

“What~?! You know you’re just asking to be turned into a breeder with this constant warring we’re doing.” Warned an oddly orange one.

“Why not have the Cutie do it!” A blue-green cow giggled. “She doesn’t seem the type to turn you into a breeder!”

“But what if she’s, like, related to the King? They’re all that tiny! Or, uh, the last three were!” Countered the brown one.

“All the better! Royal bastards!” Another cow with golden blond fur cheered flashing me her cunt by lifting her skirt and balls up. “C’mon Cutie! Come have a taste!”

“S-sorry, but I’m here to visit Miss Tara and I don’t want to keep her waiting.” My answer got a chorus of disappointed whines, but thankfully the elevator wasn’t slow, even with this many people, and it opened onto their floor...which was outright just a giant nightclub as far as I could see from the elevator, flashing lights and tacky smoke, caribou in all states of dress dancing, singing, drinking, and fucking all over the place.

“Here!” The golden blond said tossing a paper at me. “If you change your mind~. The five of us live in the same place!” The cows then herded out into the party and immediately started making out and dancing as the door closed.

“...These caribou are crazy hedonists and I kinda regret they’re the enemy sometimes.” I pressed on the 77th-floor button to get the door to close quicker.

My peace didn’t last though. Another group of four got on after another four floors, already fucking each other. I got splashed with seed from the two cows catching with their cunts as their bellies swelled up, their male organs the culprits in getting me all sticky. “Oh, I got the cutie!” One cow that had covered me moaned, trying to pick me up. “Hey, ~ c’ mere~! I just wanna turn you into my condom!”

“I’m here to see someone!” I yelped, evading needy hands as the already inflating cows got fucked harder by their partners, but I managed to avoid the unwanted tryst until the door opened on my floor and I took off, leaving behind a couple of whines of disappointment. “God, is it breeding season?” I groaned, walking up to the directory.

It was as simple as following such a thing for any large apartment building, only multiply that by 10. I was just lucky Tara’s apartment 7005 was only five standard house widths away from the elevator to the right. Considering there are 100 apartments a floor that wasn’t a specialized floor, I’m terrified of how many caribou there are.

“Okay.” I groaned as I approached her door and knocked. It was a little while before a purple cow opened the door, huffing and half-naked with her bowling-ball creamy tits bouncing in the air and hot steam coming off of her and a towel wrapped around her hips.

“Sorry for the wait.” The cow who was obviously Tara huffed. “Just got done with an Unf, experiment.”

“That’s what she calls using a vibrator in the shower.” Called out the boy’s voice from earlier.

“Shut up Spike!” Tara called out. She looked me over before licking her lips and picking me up with her magic, her lavender aura matching her eyes shimmering through her antlers. “In you get, I can’t leave after all.” Tara pulled me in and closed the door. “So, thirsty? Hungry? Or thirsty and hungry?” Tara asked as she led me to the kitchen of her large apartment.

“Uh, maybe?” I asked as she took off the towel to reveal a lack of male genitals. “You knew I was coming?”

“Yep. Part of why I took the potion to get rid of my male anatomy. I don’t like it as a permanent part of me. I’m about to be free to live how I want, and get back to my Princess. It will take some time for me to figure out how to reverse what the doctors have done to turn me into a caribou, but some part of my original identity is something.” Tara affirmed with a sigh of relief as she rubbed the area above her groin where her male genitals would have been.

“Um, how did you know?” I asked as a purple drake with greenhorns, eyes, wings, and banded scales down his front walked into the kitchen just as equally naked and hummed as he opened the fridge. He was far too young to be attractive to me so I ignored him.

“I have a lot of colleagues who may or may not agree with my quiet disgust with the regime we’re run by and may or may not have let me know Princess Celestia was free shortly before I was arrested on suspicion. Oh, by the way, in Equestrian law, you can’t arrest someone on suspicion alone.” Tara held up her left leg, showing the small ankle band locked on her calf. “Also the fairies.” Tara pointed to the Fairy flying around her. “They can’t stop gossiping about you, and the moment you were in the area, I knew.”

“Great, so I’m a source of amusement for fairies after all. Alright, So you want to be freed, Well I have teleport twigs, but how do we get that off?” I asked as I looked at the heavy small band above her last joint before her hoof.

“Useless around here. Each Mallorn Tree has a Null barrier set into the bark. Which is why we’re going to have to circumvent the usual methods of magical transport.” Tara said with educated certainty.

“Okay then, how?” I asked again, not liking beating around the bush. I suddenly felt a pang of annoyed irony for some reason.

“Ready Spike?” Tara asked of her companion, who chugged an apple juice box before sighing.

“Are you sure?” He eyed us both. “I mean, we live in a nice house in a nice safe big tree in a nice unassailable city.”

“Who is the thaumaturgic scientist and Sage of Magic here?” Tara impatiently demanded and held up her manacled leg, giving it a shake. “This isn’t going anywhere quicker with you stalling.”

“Alright, just don’t blame me if you get covered in third-degree burns.” Spike then ate the juice box and swallowed as he stepped closer, taking a breath so deep his whole chest puffed up.

“Wha-AH!” I screamed as he breathed light green fire at our feet, the scalding-hot magic flames swirling around us, squeezing us together like sardines in a can, and then we were clearly moving. “Sho...uh...ish dish da pwan?” I asked Tara with my face squished between her breasts and Spike pressed into our side.

“With you acting as a signature sample, Spike’s Dragonfire Delivery spell should bring us down through the tree, out the front door, and then east towards home where it’ll seek out Princess Celestia who is the original recipient keyed to his magic.” Tara declared, and we continued to move while packed in this hot space that wasn’t burning hot anymore, just unpleasantly warm.

“Sho, uh...um ere offen?” I questioned the cow, who just smiled as my dick throbbed in my trousers against her thighs.

“Well, not really. See, this is a first for me too and-.”

“Just fuck already! I don’t care either way, but it’s gonna be a long and boring flight!” Spike complained, and we both shrugged. Tara managed to move her arms enough to pull me up into a surprisingly tender kiss.