Hyrulequestria

Ch.29

I can’t believe myself! I can’t believe I became a total man-whore! “I’m so sorry~!” I wailed at Luna’s hooves, my beautiful mare immobile under a black belly the size of a mattress pinning her to the bed. She was nearly as big as Trachea got with our eggs.

“Tis fine!” Lulu chuckled, rubbing her sides. “We anticipated this. We art best off working from the dream realm as it stands anyway. We have spymasters far more skilled than We art at espionage.”

“Really?” I mewled, nuzzling her belly before looking to Tia.

“Sister wasn’t about to let me ‘win’ over her at anything. Not even my own fetishes.” Tia pouted at Lulu, who stuck her tongue out at her older sister. “That said, once she processes all that cum, she’s going to have well over a dozen foals in her, I hope you wanted a big family because that’s what you’re getting.”

“Oh hush sister! We always wanted foals too. Tis a grand thing We art experiencing.” Luna declared happily, even using her legs to rub the underside of her belly. “Oh! Hm, something odd happened. It felt good.” Luna squeezed her belly and purred.

“Whatever it was, I’m glad you’re happy.” I cooed, nuzzling her expansive side. “I want to just nuzzle you all day.”

“Thou certainly can, but dost thou have other things to do?” Luna chuckled at me.

“Hm, what do you mean?” I asked in bemusement.

“Robin? Your garden?” What about my garden Tia-OH!

“MY GARDEN! I can’t believe I forgot to tend to it!” I pulled on my vine antlers in dismay, sprouting more vines out of my back that went ramrod straight in my shock, stabbing into the wall. “Ah! Um...sorry about that.”

“Well now. That is fairly terrifying.” Luna eyed my thorny vines with wariness. “Thou could’ve easily killed almost anyone with that. Thou’rt a lot more dangerous than We considered Love.”

“But I don’t want to kill people, I don’t want to be a murderer,” I whined, and Luna suddenly looked worried for some reason.

“Robin, dear, dost thou not remember our meeting?” Luna asked cautiously for some reason.

“Um...I remember you were in armor, a bit of a jerk, and you made me give you my tunic.” I vividly remember her practically yanking my green tunic off and pulling it over her boobies, yum.

“Anything...else dear?” Luna implored, her eyes widening.

“Um...no?” I scratched my head, and Luna’s black fur seemed to whiten somehow.

“G-go and tend thine garden dear. We must speak with sister.” Luna smiled in a way that I felt was insincere.

“I...okay.” I was confused, but whatever was going on she clearly understood it better than I could. I rolled along the floor to the gaping empty doorframe of the suite where Luna managed to get us to before becoming immobile. Briefly, the image of a free-standing door came into my mind. I blinked as I turned to the empty doorway again, confused for a moment at not seeing a door that was sitting in the middle of an alley. Wait, what alley? I’m in the castle. “Huh? Whatever, I have a garden to tend.”

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“Who are my precious little babies~?” I cooed to the Plunder Vines that I had planted along the perimeter of the Royal Garden, or rather, the formerly barren massive courtyard of the castle that I had sewn with numerous kinds of vegetables after we’d settled here. I’d planted the Plunder along the wall where they could climb up and possibly over to their metaphorical heart’s content.

Like at the Tower, they’ve taken to reaching into the garden and rooting out dangerous weeds that would choke the plants I’d introduced, as well as killing pests and producing fertilizer from the results of both. I was, of course, breastfeeding two of them at the moment to help nourish them. The fact that my core was practically singing with joy at this and my work of bringing life to this formerly empty place was also making my head a bit fuzzy with happiness.

“Hi, Robin~!” Pinkie called out, poking her head out from the top of the wall. “Heard you scared a big kitty by being a bit forward.”

“Hi, Pinkie~! You here to help? Or~...” I rubbed my thigh, a massive cervine penis sprouting from the goo of my groin as I licked my lips, and she blushed.

“N-nopsies! I’m not ready for foals, and I’ve got my libido taken care of.” Pinkie declared with her signature beaming smile.

“Oh.” I sighed before my vines nuzzled me. “Sorry, I’m just filled with carnal energy right now. So you found someone?”

“Oh, trust me, everyone knows. The princesses immobile on your goo? The whole town has heard.” Pinkie giggled. “No, I’m just really good at taking care of my own needs. Maud helps. But I’m here because the garden you worked on before has gotten a teensy bit overgrown, but Maud and I aren’t traditional farmers, so I was wondering if you could point any of those new ponies in its direction or if you could take care of it.”

“Oh? Good to know it’s flourishing. I’m a bit busy here, but if you could pass that request on to a guard with word from me, they’ll find someone to take care of it.” The vines finally finished supping from my bosom, and two others took their place. At this rate, I’m gonna run out of fluids and have to start converting my mass to goo-milk.

“Okie-dokie! You avoid becoming a bound dryad~!” Pinkie waved and then vanished beyond the wall. What was that about not being a dryad? I thought I was already though.

“Babies, is your momma a dryad?” I asked one of the sated vines, that managed to give me an impression of ‘I dunno’ somehow. “Uh, well it doesn’t sound good so I’ll try avoiding it.” I tugged the overindulging vines from my teats. “Nope. No overfeeding, share that nutrition with the garden.” I chided, and the vines looked suitably chastened as they stretched over the garden from the walls to latch onto the central tree, secreting watery sap over everything.

“Good, now for this sad excuse for a tree.” I slithered up to the barren grand oak. It was enormous, easily big enough to be a small shack, but it was dry, the high and far-reaching branches barren. I’ve been unable to restore life to it before, but I’ve been reading up on nature magic, especially those tied to Fiber Foxes and plants. “Hm...is there anything I can do about this now?” I put my slime hand to it, feeling for any trace of life now that I knew what to feel for.

It was barely there, a tiny and weak thing. Aw, poor baby. I’ll help you. I pressed my slime into the tree, filling the cracks inside, dumping my magic into it. “Ah!” I yelped, the weak essence of the tree suddenly magnified tenfold, a profound sense of gratitude coming from it as I was getting pulled in! “L-let go!” I pulled, trying to get away, but the tree somehow began absorbing me! “No! Help! Some-!”

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Someone laid a hand upon me. I reached out, the familiar sensation waking me. I grasped it gently, and it began pulling me out of my comfortable resting place. I opened my eyes, seeing the awed face of Celestia. “Tia? What is it?” I asked, before looking down at my heaving bosom, my slime now green and purple, the stars and other cosmic patterns taking on arboreal or other plant-like shapes. “Oh. That happened. It was unexpected, but not unpleasant.”

“You’re a Dryad now? Robin, I swear, you can’t stay one thing for long can you?” Celestia fretted as she hugged me. “It’s been days since you vanished and nobody was sure what happened.”

“Hm? Oh, well I hope I’m not bound here. Although I wouldn’t find such a thing terrible. My Garden is a wonderful place.” I contently stated, looking over the lush and beautiful garden, covered by my canopy from the harsh direct rays of the sun, letting just enough through that they wouldn’t lack for energy. “Oh my...I’m rather beautiful aren’t I?”

My Home, an extension of me now, was so lush with leaves and emanated a presence of pure life. This place was under my protection, and I could even feel a connection to all the plants here. None so strongly as the core of my being, my seed of Plunder, which communicated pure satisfaction and happiness with what I’ve become.

“Yes, but are you bound here?” Celly asked sternly.

“Hm? I wouldn’t know. Am I able to leave?” I questioned myself, or rather, my Home, and it echoed back sadness at the concept, but also platitudes that it would be fine without me. “I am not bound here. But I would prefer to return when I need rest.”

“So no more cuddling in bed?” Tia asked sadly, and both I and my Home shuddered at the very notion of being without sexy snuggles as my Home was me, and me it. It knows the pleasure of the flesh, and would not deny me it.

“Absolutely not, I would not miss sleeping in bed with you all, unless I was truly, deeply in need of pure rest.” I declared, my branches extending downward to pat Tia on the head as I patted her hand with my own hand, and she tittered.

“Well, this is fine then. Lulu has been fearing for you since you clearly have severe memory loss.” Celly said as I ran my hands through her flowing tri-color ether mane.

“Hm?” I tilted my head, my senses half here, half spread across My Garden. “What was that?”

“Okay, please come out of the garden so you can focus.” Celly sighed. “I’m sure you can separate from the oak.”

“Hm? Okay, Love.” I said before trying, finding the sensation weird before fully stepping out of my trunk, not realizing until now I’d only been sticking out of it from my hips. When my body split, I yelped, feeling terror at a grounding, solid piece of myself separating, and Tia had to grab onto me to keep me from rushing back into it. “No! I-I’m not safe! Let me back in!”

“Robin!” Tia gathered me in her magic, and I began psychosomatically hyperventilating, the plants rustling, the vines gathering, my tree reaching down and sprouting thorns in my distress. “Calm! Please!” Tia’s scared voice was all that helped me focus on her, and I screamed, my vines were wrapped around her, choking her, digging into her flesh. I released her immediately, and I felt like absolute garbage for hurting her. J-just put me back in the tree, where I won’t hurt anyone… “R-Robin-*cough*-Look at me, sweetie.”

I meekly looked back at her, seeing nothing but concern and Love in her eyes. She didn’t condemn me for attacking her? I could’ve killed her! “J-just put me away, where I won’t hurt people.” No ladies, stop trying to say I’m not at fault! I almost killed her!

“You’re coming with me, to Lulu. We’re going to help you, we’re not letting you hide yourself in your own little bubble and forget everything, eventually becoming nothing more than a tree spirit.” Celestia declared firmly yet softly, beginning to waddle slowly towards the nearest door into the castle, visibly favoring her left leg where a Plunder vine had squeezed her thigh so tight I could see a bruise forming already.

“Celly,” I whined in guilt as we went through my garden. I didn’t notice before, in my panic, but the clear connection to my Home, my Tree was still there and clear as crystal. It just wasn’t directly attached to me. Wait, I have legs! I’m goo but I have legs! GOO LEGS~! Wait, what was I thinking about? “Uh, where are we going Tia?” My question made her go faster for some reason.

“To Lulu, so we can help you.” Celly sighed, and I blinked.

“Why do you need to help me?” My question made Tia sob, and I felt so bad now, what’s wrong?

Why is there scary laughing all around us?

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Where am I? How did I get here? I was in an aquarium tank, my primarily green sylvan slime shifted about. When was I put in here? “Hello?” I called, forming my upper body on the surface of, well, me, and looked around, my vines sprouting from my temples to form my antlers as I looked about. This place was oddly clinical and high-tech for the Everfree. “Is anyone here?”

“The subject is awake.” Announced a voice, and in walked-CARIBOU?! I yelped, shrinking away into my slime from the trio of lab-coat wearing caribou cows with clipboards, and protectively covering my bosom. Wait, why am I covering up? When did I have a sense of modesty? “Greetings, I am Doctor Autohn. Do you have a name?” Asked the leader of the three, peering at me in intrigue through horn-rimmed glasses that gave her a sexy librarian look.

“Um...where am I?” I asked instead of answering her, fear filling me.

“Why, you’re in the Canterlot University of Magic and Science: CUMS. You were found on the edge of Ponyville, wandering aimlessly and vapidly accepting sexual requests.” Dr. Autohn informed me, the cow examining me with clinical interest, her companions writing notes.

“Huh? That doesn’t sound like me.” I said in confusion, what is going on? Wasn’t I supposed to talk to...Lulu? What happened after Tia took me from My Garden? I feel my Tree, it’s fine. My Garden is fine. At least there’s that. “As for my name, I’m...um.” Should I give them my real name? It’s probably a bad idea, but John doesn’t really work for me… “Uh, I can’t really remember too much.” Which, now that I’m thinking about it, is frighteningly true.

At least the fairies are here with me, even if they can’t do anything about my situation.

“It’s okay, we’ll call you Flower for now.” The leader said as she pointed at my antlers, and indeed apparently my core felt like blooming in beautiful green and purple flowers. I felt worried as I saw the cow on the left rubbing her groin as she eyed my chest, which I was still wrapping my arms around defensively.

“Think we can breed her? The king was interested in that.” The one rubbing herself shivered, obviously ready to test.

“She’s a thus-far previously unknown species of slime, which we bred into extinction if you’ll remember ladies. We’re here to study her, not abuse her.” Dr. Autohn declared firmly.

“But she barely acts like a slime.” The one on the right said as she looked at me and her clipboard. “She has the physical properties, save a majority of her mass is composed mostly of chlorophyll instead of animal proteins. Then there’s the unusual periods of complete inactivity.”

“There’s also the fact she seems more stable under starlight and almost turns into a massive feral fox when asleep. No slime does that.” The one on the left commented as she tapped her own clipboard.

“But I am a slime~!” I whined, forming multiple tendrils from my surface and waving them around like vines.

“A slime so solid that she can form weapons with her own body if threatened. We’ve never encountered that, also the amount of DNA you have is astounding, almost matches…” Dr. Autohn led, hinting at her companions the importance of me in terms of genetic science.

“The King, we know, which is why I want to stuff her~.” The one of the left whined.

“You’d only get more slimes of her species that way, which we can look into later with the examples we already have. Her ‘semen’ can breed almost anything from the reports in Ponyville, but her ‘womb’ will only produce oddly superior slime eggs that don’t need to be submerged in their mother for 9 months and will incubate like griffin eggs.” Dr. Autohn exposited back to her companions, and I blinked, then felt dread. My eggs! They have my eggs!

“How would we make her produce other species?” The one on the left, who was a one track mind, asked.

“Why do you think we caribou can only birth fawns, yet impregnate other species with their own offspring? It’s the trait bred into ourselves by integrating the slimes. Now then Flower, we have other questions, and I apologize for my compatriots holding things up, I’m certain you could do with more rest.” Dr. Autohn declared.

“Okay.” I mewled in worry, so confused and in fear for my eggs.

“So you claim to be a slime, is the Everfree your natural habitat?”

“Um...I guess? I am bonded to a grand oak there.” Wait, why did I say that?

“Bonded? Are you a dryad too?”

“I guess?” I’m not too sure.

“Do you eat meat?”

“I eat anything, but I like vegetables the most.” Hm, yeah, I have been eating more veggies than meat lately.

“Are you related to the Timberwolves.”

“Ew. No.” Why would you ask that?

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After an hours-long Q&A session, I was feeling tired. Dr. Autohn at least fed me carrots and broccoli during it, so it wasn’t all that bad. I was rather thirsty though, oh! A small sprinkler just started dripping on me. Ah~ that’s lovely.

“How are you~!” A voice called out, and in walked a pale-yellow caribou wearing nerdy black frame glasses, and was so stacked I thought she might burst out of her buttoned-up lab coat, the top bearing her creamy white cleavage to the world.

“Ah, professor Dancer. We’ve been going over the questions, and she seems to be a rather impressive specimen of dryad that isn’t bound to her land.” Dr. Autohn said to the cheerful and stacked cow, who seemed to be infected by the friendly cow’s demeanor.

“That’s good to know, is she ready?” Um, am I ready for what?

“Oh, it’s that time already? I can only suppose she is. We’re moving you to your habitat enclosure.” Dr. Autohn said pleasantly as her colleagues moved to the sides of my aquarium, which was quite cozy to be honest, and revealed it was on a wheeled stand as they began following Prof. Dancer.

“W-what? B-but I want to go home! It’s nice to have met you all, but My Garden won’t tend itself.” Well, it will, but they don’t need to know that! “There’s also my eggs! You mentioned them, I want them back!”

“Sorry dear, but we need to keep studying you. The King has an oddly vested interest in you, and until your eggs hatch, we won’t have other specimens to examine.” Don’t talk about my eggs like that~! “That said, your eggs will be well protected and under our care.”

“B-b-but…” I whimpered and sniffled, realizing that, unless I was willing to hurt these otherwise nice people, I had no choice. They’re just doing their jobs, I can’t hate them for this. That, and they’ve been so nice, even if they’ve abducted my eggs.

“It’ll only be until your offspring hatch, then we’ll let you go back to your natural habitat.” Prof. Dancer said, her face empathetic. “I’ll be sure you’re well taken care of, don’t worry.” The Professor said as they rolled me into a massive domed chamber and then closed the door. The lights in the dome revealed a beautiful arboreal chamber covered in all kinds of plants and even had a small garden.

“Oh, what do I do?” I mewled, looking about and feeling helpless. I morosely slithered out of my tank, and stood shakily on my new slime legs, perfectly mimicking my usual caribou legs just fine. I sniffled and moved to sit against my hopefully temporary new tree, a stout little thing, putting my face in my hands and letting out a sob.