Hyrulequestria

Ch.31

“C’mon. It’s morning.” I felt a hand on me, I reached out, and it gently pulled me out of my blissful slumber.

“What’s with the Crystals?” I heard Giga Eater say as she watered a bush. “They just grew overnight around this bush?”

“Not my doing.” Another mare, this one pale yellow with gigantic yoga-ball sized breasts commented as she emerged from another bush, her teats leaking. “Also the vines seem content for once?”

“THANK YOU!” Stallion groaned as he fell from my branches. Hm, that explains why I felt sexually satisfied. His shirt was gone and he had gigantic boobs, also his pants were open and his rather small cock exposed. “I didn't think they would milk me. How’d they make me grow boobs?!”

“Hm? Sorry about that.” I commented, getting them to look at me as I looked back to Nicole, who was the one holding my hand, and looking at me in awe. I know dear, I am quite beautiful.

“Ah, it’s nothing, they give great blowjobs.” He said with a tired smile. “At least the vines from the Oak do.”

“Hm? Thank you for the compliment.” I airily said, before tilting my head at my still gobsmacked lover. “Hm? What is it, Nicole?”

“You’re so beautiful…” Nicole whispered, brushing her fingers along my jaw and up to my ear.

“Hm? Yes, I am, aren’t I?” I leaned in and gently kissed her. “Wish to join me? It’s so peaceful.”

“Huh? Oh, no. I’m here to get you for breakfast. C’mon.” Nicole pulled me further and-.

“Okay.” I chuckled, the intoxicating clarity and sensation of peace vanishing as I stepped out of my Home. “For future reference, Nicky, finish pulling me out or I’m just an air-headed tree spirit,” I informed her before picking up my bodysuit and pouring into it, filling it back out.

“I see. You look like a bird today.” Nicole purred.

“Huh?” I reached up, I have a beak! Why didn’t I notice that? I morphed back to being caribou and my core sprouted my antlers. “Sorry about that. Which bird did I look like?”

“You were a griffin, had the cat body, wings, tail, and the talons for hands.” Commented Giga.

“What? But I’ve never even met a griffin.” I declared in astonishment, realizing that, yes, I did have a template for griffin now!

“Oh, it’s probably because Gabby helps out around the castle. She’s such a sweet and cute girl. She also ‘helps’ us out in the garden.” The big-boobed stallion said as he redressed and muttered something about magical breast reduction.

“Wait so my Garden can also...that’s useful.” I purred with a smile thinking of how My Garden could help me obtain new forms when I’m away. “But that said, what is a griffin doing here?”

“Oh, right, part of what we need to catch you upon. C’mon.” Nicole took my hand and began leading me away. “You guys don’t ‘work’ too hard! And maybe go, caribou dude! Best of both worlds!”

“Sorry! I like having a pony penis too much!” The stallion snarked in response, making us giggle.

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I was speechless. “Duh…” Was all I could utter.

“What? Hath We become so beautiful that thou hath no words?” Impishly questioned the Fertility Goddess that was my Luna. She was perched on a belly easily 10 feet across, with boobs the size of yoga balls in front of her being gently milked by magic suction cups, while Tia, looking term with her septuplets was laying on the padded floor of the suite next to her, her own yoga-ball boobs getting milked. Surgeon was of similar size to Tia, also being magically milked.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” Greenie cheered in the background while bouncing about the room happily. She was the only hallucination present now. Meanie and the girls were gone for some reason.

Trachea, Nicole, and Zephyr were the three amazons tending them and rubbing cream into their bellies. “I did all of this?” I mewled, try not to get too aroused at the sight and go at them like a ravenous incubus or something.

“Yeah Stud. You think my term of endearment to you doesn’t have any fact to it?” Trachea teased and slapped Luna’s side, the gigantic mare moaning at the sharp contact. “She’s only half done! She’s gonna be at least twice this size by the end of it.”

“Okay, I can barely hold in my sudden lusty needs.” I groaned as my body urged me to rip off this bodysuit and ravage them sexually. I’m shocked my breasts aren’t swelling up or my male organs haven’t forcibly reappeared. Has going months without action cooled me off?

“Well keep it down if you can. Besides Trachea and Zephyr, we’re all going to be sterilized. We have enough brats running around.” Nicole huffed as she rubbed her ripped abs.

“I know, not arguing and I’m only thinking of railing you and filling you Love, not breeding.” I mewled, rubbing the back of my head.

“That said, thou art not to indulge in sex! Not until we have finished securing thine ego from tampering.” Luna declared imperiously, getting nods from everyone.

“Huh?” I asked in confusion.

“That terrible night, when I brought you to Luna to see to your degrading sense of self and your vanishing memories, we performed a powerful ritual that is known to banish foreign influence and safeguard against future cases of it.” Celestia said as she looked at me in sadness. “We performed it just fine, everything was going well, up until we finished it.”

“You went insane! I watched you go berserk, tear through the wards, and burst through the nearest wall like a green hulk of slime.” Nicole shuddered.

“Something is messing with my head?” I whined as I remembered the door, an alley, and a room that looked to be made of some multi-colored substance. Circular windows swirling with magic all around and shelves of masks so vast that I couldn’t see the end of them.

“You’ve met a Terrible Fate?” A warped and twisted voice asked. It didn’t sound like a person speaking but a distorted playback, like some monster had just relayed someone else’s words. “Haven’t you?”

“Gah!” I gasped as I fell to my knees, desperately clutching my head, feeling for the seams of a mask. I recognized those words. I recognized that creepy distorted voice. I finally recognize The Eyes! The mocking laughter!

“Robin?!” Trachea shouted as she, Nicole and Zephyr rushed to me.

“My masks bring so much happiness and joy. You’re quite a sad one, why not put on a happy face?” I wailed, yanking at my goo face, but getting nothing but my slime.

“Get out! Get out!” I screeched, my antlers pulling at my membrane, but still accomplishing nothing but more shed slime.

“Whenever there is a meeting, a parting shall follow. But that parting need not last forever. Whether a parting be forever or merely for a short while...that is up to you.” Then I put on the mask, and everything faded away. My life from before, shed like a mask, as I had so stupidly put on a new face. But why was my skin blue? Why was I glowing?

“Robin what are you doing?!” Nicole screamed in fear as she tried to stop me from mutilating myself.

“Robin!” The others cried out, most unable to move to help.

“GET OUT!” I cried before remembering a damn song from the game, the only one that could remove or make a mask.

“Robin what is wrong?!” Luna asked, her voice panicked.

But it was HIS song! How can I trust it?! “Luna! P-play the song in my head!”

“What song?” Luna asked confusion before her horn lit up. I was pulling the memory-hard from the depths of my fragmented mind, something trying to keep it buried.

“Then listen to me. Please play this song that I am about to perform, and remember it well... This is a melody that heals evil magic and troubled spirits, turning them into masks. I am sure it will be of assistance to you in the future.” The terrifyingly cheerful elfin man sagely intoned as he sat at a moldy old piano and began to play the very tune Luna began broadcasting from her horn.

The Song of Healing.

I screamed in unimaginable agony, feeling like something intrinsic to my very being was being torn through my face. “Oh dear, such a tragic turn of events. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Then again, you’ve placed the seeds of doom...hm, hm, hm…well done...” I collapsed, a clattering of wood hitting the stone floor next to me.

“Robin?” Nicole whined as I sat back up and stared at the mask in my hands, one of a sly fox who wore a cheap bycocket with a damaged red feather. Robin Hood.

“Robin, drop the Hood please.” I tossed the mask away, unconcerned for its safety. If it was indeed a Majora’s Mask magic mask, it wasn’t about to get damaged so easily.

“What happened?” Luna asked as we heard a faint creepy distorted laugh echoing in the air. “What is that?” Oh no! I’m not the only one hearing him!

“Don’t think about it! Don’t even ask me again!” I desperately urged her until the hair-raising little chuckles faded away. “If you see a guy with a huge traveling pack who sells masks, do not talk to him! If you see an imp, be nice to it, and if you see haunting golden eyes either in the dark or on a purple mask, run!”

“What are you talking about?” Celestia asked and I shook my head.

“Don’t ask!” I demanded again, looking around, straining my caribou slime ears.

“Ladies, let’s drop it. Tis clearly an eldritch entity and those things aren’t to be tampered with.” Luna acquiesced. “Well, too much. We need to secure ourselves against mental and spiritual intrusion.”

“I’m a doctor, not a theologist. I’m gone if you need physical healing come to the clinic.” Huffed Surgeon, the nearly immobile hyper pregnant green caribou cow with a belly the size of being at term with sextuplets. She must be having a ‘bad moment’ with her hormones to be so insensitive and teleport herself away with an odd spell that made a magic powder of sorts.

“Gawd, not Star Trek.” I groaned as I remembered the show and Dr. Mccoy’s favorite line.

“Don’t take that the wrong way. Surgeon’s been...a right bitch since her fourth month started.” Zephyr admitted as she hugged me, our membranes adhering to each other.

“I can guess.” I sighed, “My ex-wife was the same before the divorce and I lost everything and fell into the drugged up depressing state I was in…” I blinked as I said that and everyone else stared at me. “I was married? Holy shit! I remember being married! She was, uh, a bitch. Full-time. I can’t believe I missed that, then again my eyes were focused more on her body than my ears were on her words.”

“So you’ve got your memories back, that’s good,” Nicole said, only for me to sob and get them all to look surprised.

“No, it’s not! I was blissfully ignorant of who I was! I was a clean slate, being written fresh here in this world!” I buried my face in my hands, regretting freeing myself from the mask. I may have been losing who I was but I liked who I’d become! If they could’ve stopped me turning into a brainless bimbo and let the past be forgotten, I would’ve been just fine!

“Robin?” Celly asked concerned. “What do you mean?”

“What she means is that she cast aside her old self and embraced the new one. It’s something changelings have to go through many times in our long lives. Just because a Ling was the same one from ten years ago, doesn’t mean that Ling is the same person from ten years ago.” Trachea gently said, wrapping her arms around me, her firm chitin sinking into my slime a bit.

“Indeed. What We have glimpsed of Robin’s past is heart and soul-crushing levels of depressing.” Luna informed them...way to make me feel worse about it Lulu. “But to erase what made thee into the person thou art now would be a travesty. Where would mine beloved Ser Chef be if thou forgot how to cook again?” Luna teased.

I looked away, remembering those first few nights. “I haven’t really cooked in a bit have I?”

“Even before you ran off and got captured, you hadn’t even been in a kitchen to cook for nearly a month, leaving it to me or Rarity, or in other cases Pinkie Pie.” Celestia nodded in agreement.

“Well damn. Guess having all these sucky memories of being a boring useless schmuck named John are worth something if I know how to braise meat to a savory perfection. Besides if mom ever came here she’d never let me hear the end of it if she found I hadn’t cooked for months or years!” I snorted and gathered myself to a standing position, my goo legs reforming and Zephyr looking particularly jealous of my ability to form myself solidly enough to have them. “Okay, enough about me being taken over by an eldritch entity of mischief, insanity, and violence. Let’s get to business.”

“One more thing, what about the mask?” Luna asked, glaring at it. “We should hide it or something.”

“After playing the Song of Healing, it should be fine now. Any mask borne of the song has whatever curses it carried sealed away. It’s power should be as easy to use as putting it back on, and when done, taking it back off.” I informed them and spitting at the mask, still spiteful for what it was letting him do to me.

“Alright then. Ahem. Everfree is now the official reinstated capital of Equestria. Cloudsdale hovers overhead, Trottingham has a portal, and we also found several unicorns that had fled into the wilds and become hermits. Including a certain Gene Splicer character who was responsible for Project Warbeast. He’s happy to put the genetic manipulation in the past in favor of using it to develop more medical magic.” Trachea declared but held up a hand to show she wasn’t done. Guess this is gonna be a long-winded summary.

“Rover and his crew have established connections to Canida, where we’ve partnered with the Diamond Dogs and Fiber Foxes for raw materials we don’t have ready access to here. The dogs have also found several isolated Thaigs where ancient dog civilizations were still functioning. My people have managed to beat back several attempts at invasion from the caribou, but we’re getting hammered, the sooner we get our armies built up, the better.

“So we’ve managed to bargain with both the Dragonlord and the Griffin King to supply us with troops and other military resources in the name of beating back the caribou, reclaiming lost lands, and also several tons of raw, uncut gemstones we can easily supply by taking back Canterlot and blowing up the mines with dynamite so there’s less risk to workers.

“All in all, the past four months have been defined by exponential growth in military force. Our economic capital. As well as our potential for outright kicking some racist assholes in the taint.” Trachea finished and nodded. “So, all you need to do, is absolutely buttfuck nothing.”

“W-what?! Then why did you rescue me?! I have to be useful somehow!” I whined, and everyone pointed out the balcony. I blinked, and then walked out, gawking at how big I was! I mean, how did I not notice my Home was half as tall as the royal tower?! Wait! The forest! It’s even lusher than I remember! Did I do this?!

“You seem to have become the forest itself or at least connected deeply to it.” Luna chuckled to me.

“How can I…?” I took a psychosomatic breath, and then closed my eyes, both my formed ones and my odd ‘slime sight’. I reached for the magic that I was still so unaccustomed to, and I gasped in awe. I could feel everything. Wherever the roots touched, to the tops of the leaves. My Tree, me, had roots so deep it stretched beyond the plateau, tangled with the roots of other trees, which in turn crossed with others, and others, in a web that went all the way to the edge of the forest. “I...I am Everfree…” I felt a profound sense of satisfaction at this revelation. But I...I still feel like I’m missing something?! What else has that bastard taken from me?!

“So is her name Everfree now?” Nicole complained and I snorted in tranquil amusement.

“As if. Evergreen does sound like a nice title, but I still don’t know who I am.” I sighed, settling on the fact that until I understand all of what that monster has done to me, I’ll have to settle for being Robin. “So you need me here for the forest. Why?”

“Evergreen sounds nice. You are even more perfect now &%*@!” Greenie cheered, saying something that hurts my head and I couldn’t hear for some reason. Wait she’s still there? She’s not part of the mask? Wait, if she isn’t then the fairies! Where are they?

“Give a whistle,” Zephyr smirked and winked. Uh, okay? I put two fingers into my mouth, against my teeth, and gave a shrill, piercing whistle that echoed on the wind. Holy kookamonga what is this sensation?! “Here they come!” WHAT’S COMING?!

“AROO~!” Came a chorus of howls, and soon the whole forest was rustling as Timberwolves rushed from the treeline, ending at the cliff facing the plateau, all howling and barking. A notable difference to the ones I saw last night underground, was that their bodies seemed fresh, their leaves bright green, and their eyes a shimmering light green. No moss, no deadwood, and no dull green eyes.

“Ah, what?” I asked in confusion. “Did I make those?”

“T’would seem so.” Luna chuckled. “Thou hast overtaken the necromantic curse upon them, turning them into much less violent guardians of the forest.”

“Well then.” I chuckled. “So I’m now the leader of a forest? Also what about the Undead?” I checked over the forest, distinctly finding no traces of zombies, walking bones, or other undead. It may not be night, but there’s also a lack of any corpses anywhere. What happened to them?

“Indeed!” Called down the ethereal voice of Harmonia, who swooped down and perched on my antlers, the prismatic owl hooting and her feathers looking extra fluffy. “You’ve managed to tame the Everfree with magic unknown to these lands. It is still a place of Natural Chaos, but now it is no longer so cruel. You’ve also become rather entwined with my own roots~.” I suddenly felt an odd tickling sensation, somewhere outside of my body, and I giggled.

“Don’t do that! I don’t know how to return the favor.” I laughed and then sighed. “So...is this it? Is this where my story ends? A content little dryad in charge of the world’s most chaotic forest with my own family unit and everything?”

“Not a bad ending I’d say.” Nicole tittered but then sighed. “But knowing how things work, this is likely just the beginning. The moment the King realizes where we are, magic be damned, she’ll be battering down our walls with abandon to get at the Royal Changelings here.”

“Great.” I groaned as I rubbed my face while leaning against the doorframe of the balcony. “Ugh, what could we do to stop her?”

“I’d say the easiest thing would be a counter-invasion, but then that would involve way more resources than we have available. As for right now, the easiest method would be to free all the slaves first, break the indoctrination brainwashing most of the populace, and then stage a revolt.” Trachea mused as she rubbed her chin with a finger.

“We shalt indeed have such resources at this point for such guerilla tactics. We approve, sister?” Luna called over the side of her monumental womb down at her elder sister, who looked concerned.

“Yes, that is something I wish to do. But it’ll involve so much physical and mental trauma we’ll have to see to. Then there are the poor ponies already turned into caribou who like Surgeon will suffer intense personality shifts upon being ‘awoken’.” Celestia rubbed her massive sides as she pondered. “We don’t have nearly enough doctors or therapists to help that many people.”

“That does sound like an issue.” I groaned as I walked away from the balcony, briefly noticing a wagon led by a crystal-bearing changeling guard strolling in. “I mean, how would we deal with that many flooding into our city?”

“The only one mad enough to think it could be handled right away would be Discord.” Trachea sighed making Celestia and Luna stiffen as they looked over to her. “Oh, you two didn’t wipe all references to him out you know. Even after 2000 years, he’s well known to the changelings.”

“Who is Discord?” Nicole asked as the three shivered.

“A being that is pure Chaos. He could be a great ally or even worse enemy in this situation.” Trachea shivered.

“Considering his personality, he might well help us in this situation, now that we’re not too desperate,” Luna admitted, while Celestia looked oddly sick at the idea, but said nothing.

“Okay, then where is he? Or she if the caribou got him already.” I asked, which caused the two princesses to wince and look to Canterlot.

“Oh dear...I hope they didn’t...remodel him.” Celestia actually looked more concerned than worried this time and looked back to me. “Alright, Robin. It looks like you have your first mission.”

“He would not be happy about that. Or would he? He was always so confounding.” Luna muttered under her breath. “Yes, back to Canterlot! This time be well-armed.”

“Right!” I said with a salute as Harmonia shrunk into a much smaller owl and lay hidden in my antlers with most of her power fading from the tiny body and moving to the tree I was intertwined with. Oh! I felt that this time! Harmonia can use me as a conduit? Cool!

“I’ll come too if only to observe,” Harmonia said while poking her little white head out from my antlers as I took up my caribou form, my red coat now having tatoo-like areas of green that look like beautiful floral and arboreal images. Um, this is rather eye-catching, can I not have it? After a moment of focus, it became plain red, but it was nice to know I could be so casually beautiful.

“We don’t think that would be wise Harmonia.” Luna commented only to earn a glare from the owl. “What if thou art taken?”

“The only connection to this body I know have is its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Basic functions. I doubt the caribou would be able to trace this body to myself under the Everfree.” Harmonia explained. “Besides, I can turn into a mouse and hide in her cleavage if it’s that much of an issue.” Harmonia then suddenly shrunk down into a prismatic mouse and leaped snout-first into my perfect cleavage. “Oh goodness! It’s so soft!”

“Thanks for the compliment.” I giggled and moved towards the wardrobe. I need clothes after all if I’m going back to the big city.