Hyrulequestria

Ch.30

“Oh, they put someone else in here.” I blinked as night came, and for some reason, I could tell that. Looking to my left to the voice I spotted perfectly white anthro fox with red eyes. She looked malnourished, sickly, and barely into her early teens judging by her voice and her body as she hobbled over to me. “Who are you?” She asked as my belly actually rumbled with hunger.

“Um, I’m Flower.” At least for now. “Don’t they feed you?”

“Not much. I’m on a diet actually. I was overweight because my mom kept feeding me too much and I couldn’t say no. But here they barely feed me. I’m so hungry.” The little thing whimpered.

“You poor dear!” I whined moving over to her, oddly feeling the need to eat as I got closer. No, why would I eat her?! Is it because I don’t have sunlight? But I was just soaking in it all day! There was plenty of it coming in the windows. It was by this point I realized I was on all fours, and my hands were paws. I gasped, and skirted away from the normal-sized little girl that I had thought was tiny, but I was just my massive Vulpes self.

“W-what’s wrong?” The little vixen asked worriedly.

“So...hungry…” I whimpered, turning away from the little thing, trying not to think of how much I wanted to eat her. “S-stay away. I’m starving too.”

“I..okay.” She whined as she backed away before a feral cow walked by mooing as it found a food trough. We both stared at it. “Hey, Betsy!”

“How many of them are in the dome?” I asked, my mouth watering.

“Only Besty, she mostly fertilizes the plants by pooping and trampling them, something about how the grass reacts. A caribou cow tossed a pole at me and pointed at Betsy making thrusting motions, I was confused until they gave up whatever they were trying to get me to do and stormed off.” The girl explained.

“They were trying to get you to fuck Betsy?” I guessed with a scrunch of disgust on my snout.

“EW~! That’s disgusting! Why would I do that?!” The albino vixen gagged at the thought.

“Where’s the pole?” I asked.

She pointed to a small overgrown stick in a bush about seventeen feet from us, it was just a stick with a sharpened end. This was a spear, not some bed toy. “Oh. Uh...they wanted to to get desperate, figure out how to use this spear to kill Betsy, and eat her.”

“That’s nuts! Betsy is so big compared to me! I could never do that! Besides, she’s nice, even if she mostly just farts and chews grass all day.” The albino vixen wrinkled her nose at the smelly bovine loudly passing gas. Ew.

“Do you come from a nomadic or tribal group?” I asked her as I looked back to Betsy who was mooing as she crapped. Ew. Why did they stick me in here? Oh. Oh~ I admitted I eat anything, so they probably figured I’d eat the poo and convert it to mass, which usually means either growing bigger or distributing the mass as fertilizer. Hm, cow poop is mostly plant fibers right? Well, maybe if I get desperate, I can just roll over it and absorb it that way anyhow.

“We were tribal. The caribou are invading Canida even though they haven’t gotten past the yaks yet, and their navy is apparently having problems getting past that huge island between us and Equestria.” The young vixen sighed and stood up, clearly favoring an old injury to her right leg. She didn’t look older than 12, poor dear. “Well, I trust you won’t eat me, so I’m going back to sleep, this is a big place, so we might not see each other.”

“Okay,” I told her as I looked back to the cow, and soon I heard more animals once we quieted, huh, this place is a zoo? What kind of zoo is this? *loud farting noise* Shut up Betsy!

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I don’t know how long it’s been. The days passed into nights, passed into days. Over and over. Why am I here? How did I get here? How are the others? These thoughts tormented me as I spent my time practicing my dryadic magic. The little stump of a tree I had been put in here next to was now a grand willow tree, the plants all around my area of this domed habitat were lush and growing fast and healthy.

The albino vixen, named Hannah, visited me often. It was a bit disturbing, watching her get taller as time went by. Has it been so long? I killed Betsy...I think in the second week. Her farting was getting annoying. She made good steak though. Hannah was upset but appreciated me cooking for her. Well, and feeding her my slime, she was much healthier than when we first met.

“Moo!” The new cow, one that farted a bit less and stayed away from me sounded from the other side of the dome. Hannah had named her Gustah. Don’t know why Hannah keeps naming them, it’ll end up food in a week from now like the others before it. I may prefer vegetables, but whatever has happened to me, whatever is happening to me, I am perfectly fine with just veggies during the day, but at night, when my Vulpes shape takes baseline, I crave meat.

“Hey, Robin!” I perked up from my sulking, looking at the beautiful young woman that Hannah was becoming. She was only 13, but she was fit, toned, and already looked old enough to consent to sex with how she was blossoming. Which was disturbing. I had no clue if this was her natural genetics, something the caribou were doing to her, or if it was from a diet primarily composed of, well, me. That, and she paraded around in the nude save skimpy plant clothes I grew for her to support her growing bosom and cover her groin.

Goodness she is sexy but young, and I think I view her as a daughter figure, but my body tingles in arousal when looking at her below the neckline. Ugh, brain is not nice~.

“Hello, Hannah.” However long it’s been, it must be months because I lost count of the days, I’ve deduced that unless one of the scientists was in the habitat, that they had no real surveillance. I’ve searched for microphones and the only window is the skylight which lets sunlight and moonlight in despite the cloud cover dimming them. So I told Hannah my real name and made her swear not to speak it in front of the scientists when they come to take samples, ask questions, and ask if there’s anything we need, within ‘reason’ of course. “How are you today?”

“Good, but there’s a hole near the pond,” Hannah complained, and I sighed. Damn mole rats. I complained to the scientists they were burrowing in, but they said there was nothing to be done, and kept leaving the culling and hole filling to me. At least they tasted good when I was Vulpes.

“Alright, I’ll look into it.” I sighed and followed Hannah over to what was quite a huge hole. I looked into it in curiosity, Hannah leaning next to me. Then huge claws burst from the hole, grabbed us by the throats, and we screamed as it yanked us into the dark hole, threw us over what I could only assume was it’s back, and began running.

“HAS HER! SEAL HOLE!” A gravelly male voice barked as it sprinted down the tunnel, mole rats scurrying away from us as two others rushed to the hole and caved the tunnel in behind us.

“Rover?!” I asked in shock as the much bigger-than-before dog carried Hannah and I away from our prison.

“No talk! Stay quiet.” Rover insisted with a loud whisper, and then took to crawling. Overhead in the dark, loud thuds could be heard heading towards where we came from. He kept going even as he stayed quiet, his companions soon joining back up with us. Once the immediate stampede of movement above stopped, they took off running again.

“Wait my eggs!” I whined I fear at remembering the eggs I’d apparently created when I was on my black-out sex bender before I was imprisoned for study.

“No time!” Rover insensitively countered as he and his two companions, who I’ve forgotten the names of, led us onward through the tunnel they’d dug.

“Okay, what is-.” Hannah tried this time, only to have the biggest dog, Brutus I think, clamp her muzzle shut with two of his enormous fingers.

“No Talk! Wait!” Rover insisted with the harsh whisper as we neared a junction. “We split here, collapse all tunnels, meet back at the castle,” Rover ordered his underlings as he carried us into the left tunnel, the other two taking the others.

“Yes!” The other two replied before Rover jabbed a claw into the ceiling behind us and started running, however, Diamond Dog magic worked, he was collapsing the tunnel behind us as he ran, the both of us clinging to his broad shoulders desperately to avoid being buried alive.

After a long-distance, the tunnel started going down like a slide, and Rover stopped collapsing the tunnel, instead pulling us around to his front and sliding down the increasingly steep incline, causing us to scream at the near-freefall until eventually, the tunnel started going back horizontal gradually, and we finally came to a stop on even ground, where Rover dumped us off of him.

“What the heck!?” Hannah huffed as I petted her in concern, straightening out her leafy clothes and making sure she was modest. She was just a little girl, after all, she had a couple of years before she could be shameless if she wants.

“We safe now. Walk, long way back home.” Rover gruffly gave in non-answer, lumbering past us and lighting a mining hat he pulled from his magic toolbelt, which was holding up a rather badly dirtied pair of tight jeans. How long have I been away? Rover looks...good.

“Come on Hannah, he is a friend,” I told the young girl, helping her along. “How long have I been gone? The first thing I remember is waking up in an aquarium at CUMS after Tia took me from My Garden.” Don’t think about the eggs Robin, we’ll get them back when we chase the caribou out of Canterlot.

“Four months. Is winter in third month of new year. Very cold above ground.” Rover succinctly informed me, and I wilted. Four months? I’ve been imprisoned for four months? So much for me needing to be available for action.

“How is everyone?” I asked, hugging Hannah to my side, the little vixen was a wise one, easily seeing I was distraught and hugging me back as we kept walking.

“Changelings pushed back invaders shortly after you gone. Have surprise for you too, does big bug lady. Slime cow disappeared two months, back. Green cow immobile and has clinic now. Brown cow gave birth. Princesses stuck in bed. Garden somehow warm in snow.” Rover summarized roughly as he guided us.

“Ah…” I trailed off at finding out Nicole gave birth, also Zephyr disappearing, even if she came back. “Would you know what happened to me? The most I got from the researchers was that I was in ponyville, being a total slut.”

“No know. Only pony princesses know. They said they tell you when back.” Rover bluntly rebuffed and then grunted. “No more talk. Things in underground use ears, not eyes.”

“Okay.” I mewled as we followed him, and Hannah and I froze when a horrifying laugh was sounding out up ahead and inside my head! Get out! Get it out!

“Stay quiet, it can’t see you.” Rover calmly whispered, holding the lantern still and walking more on his pads than claws, making no noise, so we mimicked. Thank gosh I’m goo and can be soft. We nearly screamed though as a mass of darkness entered the light of the lantern, the hunched over monster of shadows had an ear-to-ear glasgow grin, and reflective spots where eyes may have been. It cackled and reached out for us, only for it to squeal and run away when Rover smacked it upside the jaw. “Smell fear too. Just show who boss, Lurkers cowards.”

Rover continued to lead us on, and from this trip, I can never underestimate what unknown horrors the Diamond Dogs face on a daily basis down here underground.

“He’s...kinda hot?” Hannah mummered. “Am I bi? Or straight?” Question your budding sexuality later Hannah!

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It was with relief that we entered the freezing cold night air outside of town, Rover replacing the boulder sealing the entrance to the ‘Canterlot Tunnels’ once Hannah and I were out.

“When did those things get in the tunnels?” I complained in reference to the Timberwolves infesting the tunnels under the Everfree.

“Months ago. Still hunting down source trees. They pushovers in tight spaces though.” Rover then faced towards the castle and started lumbering onward as I formed over Hannah, the underdressed fox shivering until I had her insulated in a bodysuit of me.

“Thanks, Robin.” Hannah softly whispered and rubbed her hands together.

As we approached the town, it was clear as day that things have been quite busy while I’ve been incarcerated. The town was finished, for one thing. The other was that it had modern amenities like electric street lights and the buildings were all 3 stories or higher. Oh! They updated the bridge! It’s a much more advanced drawbridge wide enough for a single car to get across.

“Things look better,” I commented after getting off of Hannah once inside the castle. Looking about I spotted Pinkie talking to Rarity, and an orange earth pony mare who was a total amazon, easily 7 feet tall, thickly muscled yet curved in all the right ways. Her ‘Daisy Duke’ jean shorts let her marks be displayed proudly, revealing she must be another of the Sages.

Oh, and the floating/sparking/glowing fragments of the physical Elements were gone. Did they find the last two? Without me? I felt...left out. “So what good am I here?” I mewled as I looked for my mates.

“Robin Hood~! This way!” Pinkie called out, getting my attention towards the one wing of the castle I never bothered with since I never had any business there before. Wait, where are the other two? “Don’t make me have to drag you over!”

“Who’s that?” Hannah asked, forcing me to walk over to Pinkie as she was drawn there by curiosity.

“That’s Pinkie Pie. She’s random, you’ll get used to her.” I assured my ward...holy shit she’s my ward! I’ve technically adopted her haven’t I?! I already have so many kids and more on the way, and I actually adopted someone out of-.

“WELCOME HOME~!” Chorused hundreds of voices, jolting me out of my shocked introspection and nearly topping over since both I and Hannah were so taken aback by the reception of hundreds of people shouting the moment we entered an expansive and long chamber with one wall covered with windows looking over the north-facing cliff of the plateau, which gave a beautiful view of the forest leading to Rambling Rock Ridge and of course the Canterhorn and Canterlot on it’s hanging plateau.

I was gobsmacked, especially since the overly large banner with ‘congratulations on escaping prison from those meanie-mcmean-pants’ hung on the ceiling outlining that this massive party was for me. “You were so surprised! Maud, did you get the picture?!” Pinkie demanded of her sister, who was standing directly in front of us with a camera.

“Is this normal?” Hannah asked curiously as everyone looked at her in equal curiosity.

“Who’s that?” Murmured several people, including my lovers who were perplexed and looking at Rover questioningly, the big dog just brusquely brushing through the crowd and heading straight for the punch bowl.

“She found the white fox,” Maud said looking at a developing picture the instant-print camera made.

“Oh! Wait, where’s the other banner~?! Uh, one sec!” Pinkie suddenly sped through the crowded ballroom and somehow zipped along the ceiling, black hastily painted words appearing underneath the main title of the banner stating ‘Welcome to Everfree Hannah!’

“Can we get her some clothes?” I asked everyone, then blinked and sighed, reaching into myself and pulling out my orange bodysuit. “You okay with this Hannah? I kinda forgot I had it.”

“Um, no, I’m good.” Hannah looked perplexed about the bodysuit, and even more so when I poured myself into the neck of it, filled it out to my usual shape, and sighed in relief of being dressed for the first time in four months. Why the hell did I forget my stuff space?

“Okay, well-.” Before I could continue, Applebloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle, all clearly having grown a bit in the four months since I’ve seen them, snatched up Hannah and dragged her towards the dessert table. “Don’t eat too many sweets!”

“So ya found someone who needed ya and ya took her in huh?” Commented the orange amazon with the long ponytailed blond mane and tail. She was built akin to Trachea, but even more muscular now that I was face to bosom with the towering mare, her heaving boobs barely contained in a risque red plaid button-up belly top akin to Daisy Duke, like her shorts were. “Eyes up here darlin’, I appreciate the compliment, but I’m not a loose mare.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to stare at your beauty.” I chuckled nervously, my eyes getting lost in her own emerald peepers, occasionally flicking between those captivating eyes and her freckles. Hng, freckles done right are so cute, especially on someone so otherwise buff.

“Shucks, y’all are a flirt. The others weren’t kiddin’.” The mare’s cheeks dusted pink as she held up a hand. “Name’s Applejack, Sage of Honesty. When we finally all got together, the elements blasted into the sky and cleared up the smog around the world.” Huh? So that’s why the light from the skylight got much brighter a while ago.

“Robin.” I said with a smile to her, feeling self-conscious about my nipples hardening. Unf. I haven’t gotten laid in...four months. Holy shit. I’ve been dry for four months! “Um, excuse me, but um, I’m a little-.”

“Pent-up, goin’ through a dry spell, feelin’ antsy?” Applejack finished for me and I nodded. “Don’t be worried none, I don’t take offense. Just be sure to remember I’m off the menu.” Applejack winked at me and turned me around, nudging me towards where Rarity, Tara, and Rainbow were all talking to a buttery yellow and very hyper voluptuous pegasus mare with a pink flowing mane so long it seemed to meld with her tail, which dragged slightly on the floor, all of them wearing simple dresses that contrasted their fur tones.

“Okay,” I said, moving to them. “So you did find all the Sages,” I commented with a mixture of relief and sadness since I didn’t do what I had set out to do many months ago.

“Oh! You’re the Caribou Mistress was pining over!” The yellow mare exclaimed cheerfully with such a soft voice she could barely be heard over the din of the party.

“Huh?” I intelligently responded in confusion.

“Mistress Carmine. She couldn’t stop talking about you whenever she was in her private quarters with only me and her other personal servants.” The pegasus continued, Rainbow looking hurt at the mare so casually talking about her slavery.

“Whoa, small world.” So Carmine had one of the Sages as her personal slave. Huh.

“Quite. Considering how many times you ran afoul of the former Colonel, I’m shocked you never found out about Fluttershy.” Tara put a hand to the now-named mare’s shoulder, the mare perking up and practically leaning into the contact. Um...that doesn’t look like a casual reaction.

“Tara…” Rainbow hissed to the purple cow, and the former pony quickly took her hand away, Fluttershy suddenly looking like she’d been stricken. Though I saw Pinkie eyeing Fluttershy warily in the background. “There’s nothing wrong Shy. She doesn’t want...fun time.”

“O-oh. Right. Sorry.” Fluttershy apologized as Rarity took one of her hands and gently held it between both of hers.

“Okay, I think I know what’s going on, conditioning?” I asked sadly of the hyper-breasted mare, who nodded wordlessly. “Don’t worry, you have friends here. They’ll help you get out of it.”

“Damn right.” Rainbow declared, placing her own hand on Fluttershy’s other shoulder and giving a comforting squeeze, this time she didn’t so much lean into it as relax. “As grateful as I am that your former Mistress treated you well, I’m still upset that she has you so sexually indentured.”

“But she never really did anything to me, other than make me suck her off.” Fluttershy mewled.

“That is still an unfortunate situation you had to go through dear. Take comfort that we all know your pain. Now, enough about this, let’s talk more about these sewing techniques you mentioned.” Rarity interjected, effectively hijacking the conversation, and with a thankful and dismissive nod from Rainbow, I nodded back and took my leave of the quartet.

“Okay so where is-.” I started before big hands reached around me and groped my breasts, my molester strong and big, huge breasts pressing into my neck, a massive bulge pressing into my rear.

“Heey~ My looooove~!” Slurred the voice of Nicole as she leaned on me, booze on her breathe as she played with my tits. Considering the fact I’m my usual 8-foot height, and I actually have legs now, she must have gotten so much bigger from her pregnancy!

“Huh?” I asked before getting picked up and led from the party. I had to gawk at the fact I had to look slightly up at my 16, maybe 17-year-old lover. She was blushing heavily, likely from all the alcohol I could smell on her. Her tits were slightly larger than mine, but her hips and ass were definitely bigger than mine. Probably because she gave birth to I-don’t-know how many of my fawns. All of this was squeezed into a clearly inadequate tight black night dress that basically hung on her nipples and left the top half of her breasts exposed.

“Hm, time to make bebies.” Nicole hiccuped, rubbing my stomach. “In yew~ dis time.” Nicole mashed her nasty-tasting lips into mine, and I pushed her away, spitting off to the side. “Aw, but I mished yew…”

“Nicky, you’re drunk. Being intoxicated or otherwise high or inebriated is one of my turn-offs.” I’ve had enough of that for one lifetime because of myself and my sister, thank you very much.

“Loooove,” Nicole whined, getting teary as she nuzzled me. “I did research and found how you can have different shpecies babes.” Her antlers shimmered with magic, when did she get magic!? “I wanna help yew make moa shlimes~.” Nicole cooed as she used weak telekinesis to try peeling off my shiny orange bodysuit, but I used my membrane to keep it on by adhering to it.

“Okay, this is what I mean, you say one then talk about slimes babies. There’s no reasoning with a drunk. Sleep.” I kissed her, and she moaned, but I pushed a piece of me down her throat, cut it off, and she promptly slumped into me. There’s so many common flowers with sedative properties, and I had plenty from ingesting whatever plant waste the scientists would put in my ‘feeding trough’.

“What’s up with Nicole?” Trachea asked, having left the party to follow us. “Is she knock-out drunk again?”

“Yep. Wanted to impregnate me immediately, but I wasn’t having it. So I sedated her with a dose of sedative.” I explained, moving the unconscious cow who I do have tender feelings for to the wall and leaned her up against it. “So how’ve you been?”

“Good. Mother has decided to retire and left the changelings who haven’t converted yet to me since I’m not as ‘wimpy’ as my brother, but she gave Thorax the crown officially and now she’s a bit at a loss for what to do with herself.” Trachea said, before a shorter, but even shaplier changeling with holes in her forearms and calves left the party, her gossamer hair and tail also full of holes, her horn a twisted, chipped mess, and her eyes a sharp, predatory green that made Luna’s old eyes seem a bit tame. All wrapped in a beautiful but simple green silk dress.

“Which is why I’m here on vacation.” Said the black-carapaced woman with a voice that echoed like it was speaking through a buzzing swarm of insects.

“Hot~.” I moaned looking at the pitch-black woman who blinked in shock.

“Well I’ll be damned, you weren't joking. She practically dumps Love everywhere.” The woman commented. “I am Queen...pardon. I am Chrysalis, mother of my beautiful daughter here, and your whip-cracker should you displease her.”

“I wouldn’t mind that~.” I mewled before I watched the former queen slowly grow a belly that shone deep pink through her dress. “What is that?” It was hot, but I’m mostly curious.

“You’re overfeeding me is what. Mm~ I’m going to retire for the evening and relax as I process this. Careful you don’t gain weight dear.” Chrysalis patted the flat and firm abdomen of her daughter through her similar dress and then waddled off, moaning in content.

“You want to fuck my mom~.” Trachea teased.

“Wouldn’t mind it, but despite being dry for four months...I’m actually not hungry like I used to be.” I guess it was like a drug. Stay off of it and you don’t crave it as much. “In fact, I’d rather just check in on the others and return to My Garden. I’ve been gone so long, my Home is lonely.”

“Well, I’m more than sure Surgeon is asleep. Her job is rather demanding since she’s the most skilled doctor in town, and her pregnancy saps a lot of energy from her. Then there’s the fact Tia is definitely asleep by now. I think Luna might be, but…” Trachea put her hands to her belly, then moved her arms outward to emphasize how huge she’s become. “She’s nearly as big as I got with our eggs...which I’ll need to repeat with you. My Hive is actually overdue for the next wave of changelings.”

“Really? Already?” I commented in awe. It’s only been...around 5 months since she got pregnant? With 6 months left to go, she’s that gigantic? Did she seriously decide to overcharge herself with fertility magic when I pumped her full of my cum? She had only 5 embryos in her womb when I did that.

“Yep. She’s had to have the room magically expanded, and she’s eaten all the reserves of your slime, both body and cum. Safe to say that if you showed up, she’d demand you feed her since she has been put on a ration set by Surgeon so she doesn’t overeat and deplete our food supply, which thanks to you is stable.” Trachea informed me. “That said, I think it’s best if you save the reunion with the others for the morning. I’ll let them know you were tired, and even skipped out on the party after touching base with us.”

“Oh, that sounds reasonable. If I don’t show up, please have someone come get me, preferably one of our romantic unit. I might not be responsive.” I warned my queen lover. “If I don’t wake up from being talked to, or at, put a hand on my trunk.”

“You got it!” Trachea purred with a smile and leaned in, sharing a chaste kiss that had so much warmth in it I practically melded into her. Probably all that kept me from doing my Me-suit thing on her was my bodysuit. “Mm~ now get to bed before I have you egg me so hard I crack a ceiling.”

“Don’t you mean get to Tree?” I snickered, parting with her and heading down the halls and out to My Garden. I sighed in relief, an unnoticed tension in me vanishing as I stepped into my overgrown and flourishing garden. Everything was at least as tall as the average person. Each veggie was as big as a curled fist at least, and my precious Plunder has spread all along the walls, and many have grown enough to stretch from the tops of the walls to my branches.

Somehow, My Garden was pleasantly warm despite the cold winter air that should’ve made it a bracing experience. It mustn’t be any cooler than 70 degrees fahrenheit out here. “Let me go~!” A mare groaned as she was milked by my Plunder Vines, her head-sized breasts looking sore and abused. “You’ve already taken what I have~!”

“Darlings, that is no way to treat a woman. Just because I enjoy it doesn’t mean everyone does.” I leered at the vines, who quickly released the green-furred earth pony mare. “I apologize, I’ll be sure to discipline my children come the morning.”

“Oof. No problem, just be sure they realize that when someone says ‘stop’ or ‘no more’ it doesn’t mean ‘keep going’.” The mare put her breasts back into her shirt.

“Okay, so who are you? And how long have you been in here?” I asked in worry. My Garden hasn’t said anything was amiss, and it was bearing produce for the castle and town like I wished, but it didn’t say it was holding anyone hostage.

“Three months if you mean the time I’ve been assigned here as a caretaker. Also, they have two more hiding someplace right now. They’ve been attentive, it’s just that they're greedy. Name’s Giga Eater.” She told me with a huge smile. “They are pleasurable but really rough. My boobs were half this big when I first started working the garden. If I’d known getting sent into orgasms was part of the job description, I would’ve volunteered to work the garden sooner.”

“So, wait, you haven’t been clear. Have they been holding you and others hostage for months, or do you come and go as garden caretakers?”

“Eh, bit of column a, some of column b. Milky Way hasn’t left the garden in days now, but then again lactating in large quantities is her Talent. At least she’s getting overtime pay for it too.” Giga laughed and adjusted her dirty T-shirt. “So who are you? Haven’t seen you before.”

“I’ll have them-”

“No~! Let me stay~!” I heard a mare yell out from a bush. Welp, if they don’t want to leave, I won’t force them to.

“I’m Robin Hood. The owner of the Garden, as well as part of it.” I informed one of the caretakers of my sacred place, bowing slowly. “I thank you for caring for my children in my absence. Please continue to take care of them, and me.”

“Um, what do you mean by taking care of you?” Giga asked of me with confusion.

“Watch, you’ll get the idea,” I said as I approached my Home, my Tree. I pressed my face to it, and it gleefully pulled me in.