Hyrulequestria

Ch.26

FREEDOM! FINALLY! I rolled around on the practically freezing cold stone floor of the foyer the moment the fiery spell encompassing us broke in a puff of smoke. “Never again!” I think I may have lost a lot of mass in that hot pocket! I’m made of slime, no matter how much I can emulate flesh!

“I’d only do that if I had no choice,” Tara added as she used her magic to snap the house-arrest shackle and then crush it into a compressed ball no bigger than a marble.

“Okay. well, at least it was some fun.” I chuckled, eyeing her bloated belly that was also a cause of me having lost mass. We couldn’t move much, but we were thankfully in the position to writhe and have sex to pass the time.

“If there’s one thing the caribou did for Tara, it’s that they helped her really loosen up.” Spike grabbed his slave collar and ripped it in half casually with his strength alone.

“I’ll have you know that since you were a baby I had every right to be an uptight little girl over protecting you. The only reason they didn’t take you away was because separating us would’ve killed you and made me magically unstable.” Tara huffed as she cast a spell and her belly was flat again.

“Uh, what?” I asked as Celestia and Pinkie entered the foyer, the former waddling due to her pregnancy and the latter helping her along. “Tia! I’ve brought Tara!”

“Princess~!” Tara practically squealed, teleporting with a blink next to the pregnant mare, and then lunging with a hug, her right arm going between Tia’s right breast and her belly as the purple cow fiercely kissed the surprised mare.

“Oh brother. She couldn’t have suppressed that for an hour?” Spike grumbled in complaint.

“Suppress what?” I chuckled, finding it kinda cute as Tia timidly closed her eyes and returned the hug with her right arm since it was the only one that could reach on that side and also began returning the kiss.

“Her raging lady-boner for the princess. Tara’s Bi even though she didn’t like being a herm full-time. She knows a spell to temporarily give herself a dick anyway.” Spike snorted fire and turned to Pinkie who was just smiling at the two tenderly kissing and hugging. “So what’s your story cotton candy?”

“I have a welcoming party for both of you!” Pinkie cheerfully declared and began dragging us away. “Also dragon boy, you need to work on your charm if you’re gonna meet a dragoness of high class in the future!”

“Heh, right, like anyone like that would give a former slave like me the time of day.” Spike snorted more smoke and tugged out of Pinkie’s hands. “And sorry, but I’m sticking with Tara. If I’m not around she’ll go off and do something dumb, like try and figure out the magic resonance frequency of a fork and end up blowing up a room in the process.”

“And you already know me. I don’t need another party.” I think parties make me depressed, I just got over my slump and I don’t wanna fall into one again. Hey ladies, so you gossip about me? They better be flattering! Don’t portray me as some crazy bitch!

“No! The party is for Tara and Spike!” Pinkie chuckled. “I was just dragging you away so those two could have a bit of privacy~!” At Pinkie’s words, we heard Celestia cry out in pleasure. “The party isn’t far, just in this room. Oh, and are you into Tara?”

“Um, no not really,” I told her in bemusement. “Tara’s a bit too kooky for me, but I appreciate her willingness to pass the time in that hot pocket with some lewd fun.”

“Good.” Is all she said before we entered the waiting room. It was a room which didn’t make much sense though, there’s waiting areas on either side of the foyer.

“This room just got fixed?” I asked Pinkie as I looked around, noting that nearly everyone of importance was here, as well as several random folks.

“Yeppers, and not a waiting room, it’s a breakroom for servants.” Pinkie said, answering my thoughts. “It’s was hit by a bomb or something way back, we had to get new stone.”

“Rocks were bad, found new ones.” Maud blandly intoned before putting a party favor to her lips and blowing, somehow making the act completely devoid of energy.

“Hey, hi! I’m Sweetie Belle! Who’re you!” Gushed Sweetie as she of the three fillies in the room rushed to the guest, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom followed more sedately.

“Why’re you naked?” Commented Apple Bloom, having no tact at all.

“I don’t like clothes, and male dragons don’t have genitals to show off unless we’re aroused. The caribou had no issue with it since I’m rather hard to get turned on anyway.” Spike proudly declared, as if being cold-hearted was something to be happy about.

“You’re a nudist? I wanted to be one but the caribou and Rarity won’t let me.” Scootaloo huffed. “It would be gre-!”

“No, it won’t. My friend Fluttershy and I had tried a streaking race and froze our asses off.” Rainbow told the young pegasus. “We pegasi may be resistant to temperature and weather, but we’re not immune, and wind-chill is a bitch.”

“Wait? You do know a mare named Fluttershy?” I asked barely remembering the questions of Zephyr Breeze up in Cloudsdale.

“Of course I know her. She was my best friend, before the invasion and we were separated. I don’t know what happened to her, but she wasn’t put with us weather ponies. Good thing too, she was always rather frail. It’s an empty hope, but I really pray that whoever is her owner, they see her for the gentle flower she is and don’t torment her.” Rainbow sadly told us. “If only I wasn’t so damn helpless in this situation, I’d go flying to her rescue the moment I knew where she is.”

“That sucks. I know the feeling. I got treated like less than dirt for being male, and the times where I had to wait at our quarters while Tara worked on something top-secret were always lonely and boring. I had to do that a lot since Tara was part of the King’s personal R&D team.” Spike said in commiseration with the blue and purple bodysuit-wearing pegasus.

“Huh, sorry about that bud. Hey, Rarity you finally made it!” Rainbow called out making us turn, and honestly, if I was not suppressing my boner already from the show before with Tia and Tara I’d pop one right now. Rarity really cleaned up for this party. N-not that she isn’t naturally beautiful or anything! But her mane was so expertly curled, her tail along with it. She was in an elegant yet simple purple dress that emphasized her princessly figure and she applied eyeshadow that really brought more attention to her face. Thankfully she avoided lipstick, lipstick is tacky.

She was so beautiful that several fairies were flittering around her. It seems the ladies appreciate beauty, as the most attractive people in the room had at least a few fairies around them.

“Certainly I wouldn’t miss the event where the fulcrum of our interpersonal relationships were to be introduced. Is she the purple cow eating Princess Celestia out in the foyer?” Rarity asked with her beautiful voice and wonderful proper accent as she fully entered the room, and Spike suddenly had hearts replace his pupils on sight of her, his wings sprung out and he covered his groin with a grimace.

“Yeppers~!” Pinkie cheered as she rejoined us with a platter of muffins. “I made cornbread muffins! It was really neat figuring out how to make them rise!” Pinkie declared as we all took one, even Spike who turned away from us after taking one and biting into it, wrapper and all. “I hope Tara finishes up soon. I want to ask her something.”

“Wrapper,” Maud told Spike with a bland look as she grabbed my hand, managing to tear my eyes from Rarity. “Join me?”

“Um, sure?” I followed her lead to one of the couches along the walls of the large room that wasn’t dominated by the countertop, cabinets, and assorted cooking appliances and refrigerators that took up a whole corner of the room. “W-what are you…?” I squeaked as she turned, plopped onto the plain brown couch and pulled me onto her lap, the plain navy blue dress she wore not getting in the way of my padded-armored butt feeling her muscular thighs and lower abdomen.

“Enough herd mates,” Maud said blandly.

“B-but Rarity already told me no when she got her voice back,” I whined as I watched the beautiful and beyond sexy mare nibble a cornbread muffin delicately.

“Still sexy,” Maud argued as she hugged me to her, pressing the back of my head to her bowling ball boobs.

“Y-yeah, but there’s nothing wrong with looking!” I defended, watching Rarity try to speak to Spike, and being bemused at how he avoided looking at her and was clearly regretting his nudist ways with how he kept his hands over his groin, the others all smirking knowingly.

“She’s straight.” Maud nailed into the casket of me wanting to romance Rarity.

“I know! There’s almost no way a mare like her likes ladies. I mean, I used to be a guy, but, well, I can’t see myself that way anymore…” Oh no, here comes the depression. I can’t remember nearly anything now from before all this. I forgot what I looked like. Was I white? Ginger? My head hurt as I tried to remember.

Maud kissed my head between my antlers and I stiffened before suddenly calming down from the gesture. “Have enough,” Maud said, pointing at where Trachea and Zephyr were chatting with Luna off in the corner.

“What about you and Pinkie? I, um, overhead you wanted to jump my bones.” I asked curiously as I relaxed into Maud’s strong body and soft boobs.

“I know.” Maud squeezed my waist. “But it’s mostly attraction. Know you don’t have more room in your heart. At least for now. You have to become large and find the white fox before you get more room.”

“Well, I guess you’re right. They exhaust me. But who is the ‘white fox’?” I questioned curiously.

Maud looked to boulder before shrugging. “I don’t know.”

“Hello, master.” Surgeon joked as she appeared in a puff of stardust and started coughing up a lung when she breathed in the dust. “Okay, that spell is a health hazard!” She coughed out.

“Hey, Surgeon.” I smiled, feeling my chest warm at the sight of her.

“I want a date!” Surgeon demanded as she pointed at me. “We need to hang out more!”

“Sure! What do you want to do?” I eagerly asked, none of the others even asked to go on a date. After going out with Carmine, I really want to go on dates with all of them, get to know them better.

“Uh-um...I was expecting you to be more resistant…” Surgeon backpedaled, and I wilted.

“Why? I’m not that neglectful.” Oh no, here’s the depression…

“S-sorry! Um, we could go for a picnic? Or go see a movie? Go shopping?” Surgeon suggested, and I shrugged. “Okay, um, what do you like?”

“Hm, Shopping?” I asked, feeling a bit of giddiness at indulging in something intrinsically girly that I enjoyed even before all of this. Or, at least I think I did. “Do you know a place?”

“I know several. Have you even bothered to look for anything you like or have you just been mooching off of Rarity’s Generosity?” Surgeon raised a brow at me.

“Um, Rarity.” I chuckled nervously as Maud nuzzled me. “But I haven’t really been using much of that. I only have a few sets of jeans and tube tops sized for my big body, otherwise, I wear my new bodysuit or my armor like now.”

“Well, that’s about to change! Get your purse ready for the weekend girl, we’re going shopping~!” Surgeon’s declaration caused Rarity to suddenly appear next to her. Wait do I have a purse? What would put in it?

“You’re going shopping?” Rarity demanded with such seriousness that it was like life or death!

“Y-yes?” Surgeon nervously asked, and Rarity suddenly pulled a long list from her plunging cleavage, causing her perfect basketball-sized melons to bounce.

“I need at least the fabric and thread, the rest are vanity items. I’ll give you the pfennigs before you leave tomorrow.” Rarity pecked Surgeon on the cheek and left her holding the list as the beautiful mare returned to the party.

“Ah?” I squeaked, Maud practically squishing my dick as she kept my pants from tenting. “Why did she have to already be after someone else~?!”

“Because the best ones tend to be off the market.” Surgeon wistfully said as she rubbed the cheek that was graced by her lips.

Pinkie hummed as she appeared by us and sat next to us, hands over Maud’s, which were still squishing my throbbing dick. “Maud, she won’t go down if you keep pressure on it.”

“Enjoying it.” Maud admitted, wrapping her hands around my maleness under my pants and making me weakly squeak with how her powerful hands were abusing my ‘third leg’.

“I’m going to jump you if you keep it up~,” I grunted, trying not to groan in front of the kids.

“Silly, you may be able to enjoy us as friends and fuckbuddies, but we’re not your Lovers.” Pinkie kissed my brow, her hands moving to where Maud’s weren’t and my whole dick was wrapped in strong hands.

“That’s it. I’m stuffing you with goo.” I groaned, pulling Pinkie into a kiss.

“Nope!” Surgeon zapped me, and I whined as my arousal suddenly vanished, my hard-on softening and simulated blood leaving it to return to the rest of my body.

“Surgeon!” I whined.

“I’m your designated cockblocker girl. I’ve also made you sterile for the next few days. If you girls want to have fun, go ahead, she’s firing blanks.” Surgeon deviously cackled as she left us.

“Surgeon!” I growled, “I’m so going to punish you later.”

“Oh! Tie her up and have a delicious fruit cake just out of reach!” Pinkie eagerly suggested.

“Rocks.” Maud helpfully not-suggested. “Like Pinkie’s rock candy.”

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“I almost feel like I’m a pack-mule.” I chuckled, back to my amazonian caribou form, my low-cut jeans showing off mine and Luna’s marks on my lower abdomen while my tube top kept the girls supported and held aloft. My arms and antlers were loaded up with bags upon bags of things. Clothes, candy, cheap jewelry, a few bolts of fabric with thread. Y’know. Essentials.

We’d decided to go to Canterlot for our shopping spree, since it was both relatively close to be reasonable and had one of the oldest and most venerated shopping districts in the country. Run by caribou now or not, the original ponies running the shops tended to still be doing so in the name of their new owners, and despite their situation, were clearly still happy to be plying their trades. Guess this is a case of the caribou pragmatism at work.

“You wanted to hold them.” Surgeon giggled and wiggled her hips in her new miniskirt as I watched her belly press against the tight T-shirt she picked out. I had a boner in a convenient pocket space since these tight hip-hugger jeans were meant for the well-endowed but I was letting myself painfully blue-ball. Been doing so for the week preceding the date. I did say I would punish Surgeon, even if she would enjoy it. Gawd my balls were heavy, and my other lovers trying to make me nut all week was not helping. Sure I could’ve just shifted to goo and reset everything, but that would take meaning away from it.

“Not what I meant exactly but yes.” I huffed and bent over to give her a kiss. “This has been fun so far. Watching each other try on clothes, talk about random stuff, find jewelry we could wear.”

“Yes, it was so nice! I almost creamed at the slutty dress you picked out!” Surgeon chuckled before we saw a group of guards walking by. To my shock, the King was looking over a bloody burger stand. “Shit! She’s shopping today?”

“Oh, I smell a cow blue-balling!” The King cheered. “Someone wants to breed bad!” I froze as the four-foot terror turned to me from where she was examining what seemed to be a murder scene. “You there! Drop your pants and show your King how much you’re saving up for your Lover there!”

“Y-yes Mein Fuhrer!” I whined, dropping my bags and then my pants. Also whining, Surgeon practically creamed herself at the sight of my basketball-sized balls jutting out from my thighs and taking up half the length of my 20-inch cock from below. They were matching my breasts in size. Usually, they’re the size of coconuts, so I’ve been suffering quite a bit for this.

“Oh, perfect!” The King cheered as she approached. “Mine now.” She stated simply as she looked at Surgeon. “You’ll have to wait for another time, I haven’t seen a cow this backed up in months!” The King declared and dropped her own pants.

“Y-yes Mein Fuhrer…” Surgeon simpered as she smelled the king and I groaned from the addictive musk that I’ve been adjusting to thanks to Nicole hitting me like a sledgehammer.

“To be bred or not? I’m definitely breeding you.” The King cheered as the elite guards moved around us, forming a barrier with their backs to us.

Crap. How do I get out of this without giving everything away? I can’t see one. I might just have to take it. I’m a big girl-. “Oh~.” I moaned as the King groped my gurgling and swollen nuts.

“Unf! I so wanna just take this in me. But I don’t want to get bigger. Hm, decisions, decisions.” The King hummed as she rubbed her cock which was even bigger than mine against my scrotum. She sniffed my balls before huffing. “Sterile, all this for sterile seed? Or wait...ah, naughty! You’ve been using magic sex drugs to turn it into something besides cum!”

“Ah-yes Mein Fuhrer! I’ve taken special drugs to turn my cum into coconut cream.” I was flushed so hard right now, embarrassed that my body was still producing my signature goo-spoo and it’s wonderful coconut flavor included.

“Hm, your womb is fertile although you’re taking contraceptive drugs.” The Tiny Terror said as she went under my sack and sniffed. “Ah, yes, you’ll do. You there! Get over here and bend over for your Lover like a good cow!”

“Y-yes Mein Fuhrer!” Surgeon gleefully followed the order, getting in front of me and bending over, spreading her wet and engorged labia wide and looking back at me hungrily. I groaned and grabbed her hips, thrusting into her as the king slid around me, pressing her cock under my sack from behind, the end between Surgeon’s thighs as my balls throbbed over it.

“Oh yeah! So damn hot! But not enough still! Captain!” The King wordlessly ordered.

“Yes, Mein Fuhrer!” Replied one of the guards, looking at us and her antlers shining red. I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she zapped me, and the next thing I knew my balls were swelling even more! They gurgled and groaned as they swelled downward, Surgeon yelping at my balls actually lifting her off her hooves where my cock hadn’t finished doing so.

“Wha~?” I wailed, my voice rising in pitch, my body ready to blow as the King played with me like a toy, fingers rubbing my hungry cunt, cock thrusting under my scrotum even as it neared the road, my legs spread wide as my balls pressed back and squished between my thighs.

“Yes, going to give you my royal seed.” The King chuckled, rubbing my tight abs as she pushed me forward slightly, causing me to perch on my still inflating testacles. “Just a bit more, and you’ll be ready to fill that bitch until she bursts!”

“N-no~!” I cried out in horror at the idea, but Surgeon just seemed to get off on the idea, gyrating on me as she finished hilting my cock inside of her, again distending her abdomen and poking the bottoms of her F-cups while my balls had each reached six feet across. I could cum a monstrous amount when I had coconut-sized nuts! I’m gonna pop Surgeon with this much!

“Yes~. Eat this!” The demented terror purred as she climbed atop my churning cum factories, shoved something into my mouth, forcing me to eat it, and then thrust into my vagina. “Ah~ yes! Take me, you big bitch!” I was robbed of my air, she had thrust all 2 feet of that monster in me in one go, my puddling pussy thankfully lubricated enough and I had her cock outlined in my abdomen all the way up between my tits as I felt my giant cum orbs pulse and contract. “That should counteract the Contraceptive, you smell like you’ll make a bunch of cute little brats.”

“Milly!” I cried out as I was fucked on both sides and shortly before the King, I began filling Surgeon with my impossible pool of cum.

“Aw yis! Fill her! Make her a balloon you breeding bitch~!” The King crowed as she nutted, starting to fill me too. I watched in a fucked-out bliss as Surgeon swelled with my cum until my belly pressed against her rear, pushing my tits into my face so I couldn’t see her, but I could feel her belly going down the slope of my balls. “Ah~. Take care of those little brats. They might be King someday.” She slapped my ass and pulled out, jumping off of my balls as I began fading out in a drug-like bliss of whatever she forced in my mouth and the rapture of my orgasm.

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“Babe. Babe wake up.” I faintly heard, cracking my sleep-crusted eyes open to find myself dick-first in a giant green condom I was laying on-oh goddess it’s Surgeon! “Babe, don’t move too fast. I might burst.” Surgeon softly called back to me, her head not moving, her flesh tight as a drum and the caribou genetics involving slimes being proven with her breasts visible from back here and the fact her body absorbed her limbs to compensate.

“Sorry,” I whined, feeling my own belly. Thank goodness Surgeon’s sterility spell was still in effect. “Did the King leave?” I huffed, trying to eat the seed, finding it hard to digest, I couldn’t even push it out. Just what does the King have done to her body?

“Yes, didn’t think she’d take to us. She’s at the stand though looking over the scene. She’s in back muttering about something. Best chance to get out.” Surgeon weakly said. “Pull out slowly, get off of me, and roll me away. Ditch our shopping if you need to.”

I looked to the stand and saw the guards ignoring us like we were already a background scene to filter over. Pulling out just as I was told, I slowly slid down her massive underbelly. “Careful, slow…” Surgeon whispered in a hushed panic as my weight caused her to quake and shake. Dear Goddess I can hear her flesh creaking, why isn’t her cunt gushing out my cum?!

“Sorry,” I whispered back, continuing to drag my sticky underbelly down her own sticky underbelly, the friction making us squeak and squelch like two wet overfilled balloons. Eventually, I crested the edge of her spherical form, falling a whole 5 feet onto my ass. “Ow~!”

“Are you...okay?” Surgeon weakly called, which I could barely hear from the opposite end. Thankfully there were fairies all over her. I trust you ladies are helping her stay in one piece.

“I’m fine. I’m gonna grab our stuff and start rolling you home.” I quickly picked up the thankfully cloth shopping bags to hang them all on my antlers this time, then rounded my ten-foot spherical lover, having to go a bit further around her gigantic 3 foot across left breast. Her face was all fattened too, and cum was leaking from her lips somehow. Damn caribou physiology is weird. At least it seemed to have saved her. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna roll you home, drain you, and fucking cuddle you for days.”

“Love you...too…” Surgeon weakly said, cum dripping from her lips before I got to gently pushing on her, causing her to moan and her body to quake and audibly slosh with how full of seed she was as she began moving. When she rolled onto her tits is when it got tricky, but with some persistent muscle they compressed enough and squished out the sides to let her keep rolling. Thank the Goddess caribou antlers soften on contact with flesh, or she’d have popped when I rolled her onto her head.

“Need help?” Gently asked a random cow who got next to me, helping me push.

“Getting her to the edge of town where I can drain her? Yes.” I admitted with bemusement and worry.

“C’mon girls! Help this poor girl!” The cow called out, and several others began helping me roll Surgeon down the road, my lover moaning and cooing as they also groped and stroked her to lessen the pain of the situation with pleasure.

So caribou aren’t all inherently heartless…