Hyrulequestria

Ch.34

“What the hell?” I muttered as I looked at a shop set up out of a futuristic RV-like vehicle that had pulled into town earlier today. I think that is Washu from Tenchi Muyo. No, wait, it’s definitely her. There are no humans/elves in the realm of Hyrule, I checked. Great. More craziness.

“Just passing through your world.” The red-haired, pointy-eared, Humanoid, totally-not-a-human with fake ears told me upon me voicing my scrutiny. “I travel around the multiverse.”

“Okay. Do I have to worry about World Trees, random harem hijinks, or an associated person popping in and bringing all kinds of shenanigans with him and suddenly becoming a member of his harem even though I’m part of someone else’s harem and effectively causing a ‘double harem’ situation?” Because that would really ruin my life. It’s hard being a member of a harem that’s 9 members strong, even if I’m not the center of it.

“No! I’m an independent woman!” She chuckled nervously to me.

“Is shit about to happen just because you’re here?” I demanded. It’s been only a month since I’ve ascended to being a governing Spirit of Order out of all the fairies in the world, and the last thing I want is some vagrant to just come in, and destroy the peace I’ve helped establish in my beloved’s capital city. What annoys me is the normal fairies still won’t directly talk to me. Eris and Harmy say it’s because they’re all busy and only have time to indirectly pop in for entertainment. HMPH!

“No! I swear! I’m totally not a convenient plot device to drive the story.” Washu insisted desperately. “Besides humans haven’t fully evolved yet in my universe.”

“WILL YOU ALL QUIT IT! I’m running out of duct tape!” Pinkie patched a nonexistent hole in the side of the RV.

“Look, I just sell crap and buy crap. Nobody wants to buy stuff from me so I’m stocking up.” Washu told us. “I’m almost stocked and about to leave.”

“You better!” Pinkie barked out before buying four cases of duct tape from her that said extra strength. “I may like meeting new people, but when they insist on damaging the fabric of reality, it’s getting very irritating,” Pinkie growled, her mane turning flat as she snarled at the woman, and then stormed off with her boxes of multipurpose adhesive rolls.

“Wow. I haven’t seen a Pinkie Pie that upset in a long time.” Washu commented as she stored the gold bits Pinkie paid her under the counter of her round spaceship-like RV’s service window.

“For some reason, ever since I ascended to my current position, she’s been rather cranky,” I informed the woman, scratching the back of my neck with a vine from my antlers as I crossed my arms under my bodysuit-supported bosom. “Anyway, if you’re just a traveling saleswoman, what do you sell?”

“Oh, you know. Odds and ends. Knicks and knacks. Doomsday devices. The usual mysterious dimensional traveling salesperson variety of goods.” Washu declared proudly, not really answering my question. “I may be looking at earth for experiments.”

“Uh-huh. Have anything that can unbrainwash people?” Eris can’t just casually ‘fix’ people’s minds. The only reason she could do it for Ponyville was because it suited the Chaos, but now that she’s done it once, it’s considered ‘bad taste’ to just give a ‘repeat’ performance, because that stinks of Order. Sadly, I haven’t gotten good enough with my magic yet to help people like that right at this moment.

“Do I look like Scooter Hodunk to you? But yes, I do have something that might help.” Washu turned around, caused the stereotypical ruckus noises of a Looney Tunes cartoon caused by looking around for something until she came back with a VR headset. “This is the Mindwash Visor! It can completely rewrite a person’s personality in an hour guaranteed! It used to be just to turn girls into bimbos, but I fixed that to make it into a therapy device instead.”

“Thanks.” I sighed. “How much?”

“Just your body would do,” Washu told me with a pleasant smile.

“For science, I bet? Sure, I’m not horny much these days anyway, so I’m good for a thorough examination instead of sexual favors. Where’s the door on this thing?” I looked up and down the side of the smooth Airstream-like vehicle. It had that very pleasant 50s style of RV feel to it while looking far more futuristic.

“Oh, just come around the other side,” Washu told me, and I did so, entering the hatch that opened and turned into a ramp. This seriously must be a spaceship. “Now if you’ll just lay on this examination table we can begin.”

“Just to warn you, I am a slime-based entity, so you may need a tub or something.” I climbed onto the table, and after my suggestion, the edges rose up.

“For the sake of avoiding harming you, I’m going to knock you out. I’m an obligate professional, so don’t worry, I won’t-.”

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I came to from such a pleasant slumber, yawning as I stretched up and out of the pool I’d become in my sleep. I smacked my lips and looked around the interior of the obvious spaceship. It was much bigger inside than outside now that I bothered to focus more on it. “Hm, Doctor Washu?” I called out, slithering out of the shallow tub and reforming my legs to walk into the-we’re in space. “Why am I not surprised?”

I put my nose to the window Washu had talked to me through, seeing streaks of stars pass by as the ship that has abducted me stole me away from my home. “Sorry for the deception, but I need to borrow you for a bit, and unfortunately, no other Displaced within the next seven universes have dryadic magic.” Washu apologized from the cockpit further ahead of me.

“So long as I’m not gone for too long, it’s fine by me.” I sighed in annoyance, then gathered my bodysuit back up and poured back into it. “So did you even bother examining me?”

“Oh yes! You’re quite fascinating! You’re an amalgamation of every sentient race on your world, culminating into an entity of sentient primordial ooze. That, stacked on top of your role as a Spirit governing the essence of Order Magic for your world, you’re a rather unique specimen. If I was that asshole Kagato, you’d be in a menagerie faster than you could blink.” Washu declared as she grinned like the cat who caught the canary.

“You can tell all that?” I asked in shock. “Wait, every sentient?” I’ve never even met dragons or kirins for instance, and none have been to My Garden. Oh, wait, the King! She’s fucked and assimilated genetic code from every other race! I’ve got her code! I also have changeling! I win bitch! But, still, I never directly met those other races.

“Yep! You’re literally a genetic roadmap of every sentient species of your world. The Jacob’s Ladder of sentient life in your world. Good job on that.” Washu congratulated me with a thumbs-up as she turned back towards the viewport of her little ship.

“But I haven’t even met half of them.” I commented-Wait...I can turn into a fox now…huh. Can’t believe I didn’t try other forms after the King raped me. “So What do you need me for?”

“Mostly plants. I have a space station that needs them. I really do just bounce around the Multiverse selling crap. I was basically Displaced to a primitive world with no lab, had to build things from the basics! I’m a tenth level intellect and I had to use rocks and sticks for thousands of years!” She chuckled. “Ah, memories. It took the ponies about that long to evolve into their modern forms, but soon after I left that rock for the stars.”

“Sounds awful.” At least, for before I became a dryad. Now, I could just relax on a primitive world. I don’t even care for advanced technology anymore aside from convenience.

“Oh, I found it challenging! Besides other Displaced attacking my world my only real struggle was getting them to not worship me as a god! Oh and the usual baddies on all worlds too. But my lab was able to deal with them.” Washu explained as the station got closer. “This place is technically behind the third largest planet of that Equestria’s solar system, the star is Invictus. I visit from time to time”

“Hm. Sounds terrible. I’m just an unlucky woman...yeah, sure, woman, who got shoved face-first into a dangerous military occupation of a nation and became a woman because my world is fucked up.” I poked a boob to emphasize that I wasn’t always this busty, or beautiful. Being a man is okay, but I can’t go back to just having one major erogenous zone anymore.

“I could tell. Technically I could solve all your problems, but I won’t. I don’t like to really get involved. I just pop in, buy what I need, ask for favors or sell what I can. I found a cyborg a few months ago that I sold one of those living starships to in exchange for Dwemer Metal and architecture designs. It’s what I’m making the station out of since it utilizes Tonal Architecture and is supernaturally resilient and malleable at the same time. All this makes it literally immune to the passage of time.” Washu explained as a cabbit bounced into my view.

“Hm, that’s cute. That your cabbit spaceship?” I asked as the grey-furred little biotechnological wonder jumped up onto my shelf of boobs and nuzzled my chin. Cute. I gave it head-pats for being adorable.

“The first one. The second liked to chase birds in atmosphere so I gave her to the cyborg.” Washu explained. “He was just as much of a curiosity as you and I got many ideas from how much tech was stuffed into his body!”

“Mew!” The cabbit yowled at me as she hopped onto my head, and the ship titled towards a docking port to the golden-bronze station that looked like something ripped out of the Elder Scrolls. I grew carrots from my antlers for the little thing which it nommed on happily.

“I have many more if you’re interested in adopting one. You’ve already more than paid for the Mindwash Visor with what I’ll learn from your samples.” Washu declared and I considered it.

“Hm, as adorable as this cute girl is, I don’t think it would be wise to bring a shape-shifting spaceship back to my World War 2 era world.” The way she mewled and nuzzled my head was a rather convincing counter-argument though. I’ll think about it.

“Anyway, we’re here~! I’ll take you on a brief tour as I lead you to the arboretum where I need you to breathe some life into the trees!” Washu cheerfully declared as she led me out into the space station.

“Uh, okay.” Eugh, the first thing I noticed was how stale the air was here. No wonder she needs my help. That aside, I felt like this place wouldn’t be out of place on Mundus rather in space. Dwemer architecture is incredibly distinct and both brutish and beautiful at once.

“This is the hanger, obviously, where all incoming and outbound ships pass through.” Washu gestured to the practically empty gigantic chamber. You could fit an aircraft carrier here. “Once I have everything in order, people from the multiverse over who manage to find the locator beacon and travel here will turn this place into a hive of activity I can use as my Marketplace!”

“Okay? Why do you need such a station?” I asked curiously as we walked through the hangar.

“Because a big interdimensional mall brings big money!” Washu’s eyes turned into Yen symbols, and I snorted in amusement at such a simple reason. “Also Experiments! I know it’s not ethical, but hey, I want to know what would happen if you dumped Mickey Mouse into Dark Souls!”

“Ah, okay.” I chuckled nervously as she sounded like she wanted to Displace people, which did bother me since something like that happened to me. Even if I am in a much better place now than before, I was still ripped away from everything I knew. I miss my mom. “So what is here right now?” I asked as we climbed into the nearest lift elevator.

“Thus far? Just my automated sundries shop, a humble security force of futuristic Dwarven animunculi wielding flamers and blasters, oh and a Starbucks. You can’t have a mall without a Starbucks.” Washu sagely declared as we continued to ascend.

“Bahaha, oh, this is surprising and funny. Well, care to show me further?” I eagerly questioned of my kidnapper who kinda didn’t really kidnap me after I so easily accepted the situation.

“After you fix this gross recycled air problem I have.” Washu declared as the lift dinged and the doors opened to reveal an empty dome, plots of dirt everywhere, but no plants. It was also lit by almost eye-hurting purple lights. “Here you are, a canvas for you to work on. This dome is near the center of the station and will pipe the oxygen the plants generate throughout the station to alleviate the unpleasant tang in the air. Don’t worry, I accounted for everything, from having UV lights on at all times to ensure the plants never ‘sleep’ to piping their needed carbon dioxide back in for them to breathe with. It will also expand if you need more room! Don’t worry about magic either, the collectors will pump that into the power core.”

“Um...you want me to just...have at it?” I asked a bit nervously. I may have become slightly OCD about things since I became the Spirit of Order. My Garden, for instance, is nearly symmetrical now. I do not tolerate My Home being aesthetically displeasing.

“Hey, I’m not the dryad here. When you’re done, just come on down to level 77 to reach my office.” Washu gently pushed me forward, and then the lift closed behind me.

“Okay...so what plants should I do?” I said looking around, feeling weird with no plants around and nothing to distract me from it. It was incredibly uncomfortable. I’ve never been without some form of plantlife around me since arriving in Equestria. This place, it feels so dead. At least on the ship and walking through the hangar I had Washu to distract me.

“Mew?” A green-furred cabbit mewled at me as it crawled out of a vent.

“Hey there. Don’t mind me. Just trying not to have a panic attack...how am I supposed to grow anything? Didn’t she give me any seeds?” I looked around, not really understanding what I’m supposed to do.

The cabbit hopped about before dragging some leaves from a crate against the far wall and found a carrot. Guess that’s why she’s up here. But when I approached the crate, I was frustrated at the lack of seeds. It was just some carrots and potatoes. Where are the seeds I need? Do I have to go bother Washu?

“Ugh, I guess she forgot. Little I remember of Tenchi Muyo, Washu wasn’t always the most organized person.” I grumbled walking back across the soil, only to have my hoof sink in as I crossed the center of the dome. “Ah! Geez, she couldn’t...even…” I felt terror strike me, my hoof was stuck. “Oh no…” I yanked on my hoof, panic starting to sink in as I felt my roots spreading into the bare soil! Plunder core! Why are you betraying me?! All I got back was a sensation of thirst and a need to fulfill a purpose.

“Mew?” The Cabbit yowled as it hopped over to me.

“I-it’s okay! J-just-*gasp* m-me doing my j-job!” I’ve never touched bare dirt since I became a dryad! Shit! “Washu! Please! Don’t let this happen! I don’t know-AH!” I yelped, my other hoof sinking in and my roots began spreading more, and I moaned as a sensation I never directly felt before hit me. I was drinking the moisture and nutrition in the soil.

“Mew!” The Cabbit climbed up me, tearing into my bodysuit as it went, and it nuzzled my face as the floor gradually began getting further away. Or rather, I was getting taller.

“At least I’m not alone.” I morosely mused, my antlers growing thicker, branching out in proper branches as my membrane began hardening and turning a healthy brown. I whimpered as I burst out of my bodysuit, my legs thickening and turning into a pair of trunks, my breasts and other pronounced features still remained prominent as I firmed up, and I gasped one last time as I froze in place.

My last thoughts as I drifted away were of contentment as sprinklers overhead began moistening my leaves…

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“Mew, Mew!” a group of cabbits sang as they hopped around the forest of a room that I was now. Awareness came back, and I felt content at how I’ve flourished in this nutrient-rich environment. But the walls, they stop my advancement. I cannot grow any further. It is so cramped here now.

“Whoa! It took you a week, but damn, you did a beautiful job!” Washu declared as she entered my forest, walking through the root offshoot trees, all spread from me, their mother and central tree. Hm, we’re all Tamarind trees? “You’re practically part sculpture with how you turned out. C’mon then, out you come.” Washu put a hand to my knee, or rather, where my hopefully temporary Home’s knee was. “Um, are you going to come out?”

I wish I could voice my displeasure with her right now. I can’t move, speak, or do anything at all right now. Other than just breathe and constantly absorb the nutrients I need. A simple existence, one I think I wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t trapped in this small chamber, barely one hundredth the size of Everfree.

“MEW~!” The cabbits cheered as they ran to the vent they used and one brought a seed in. Okay now I think I’m pi-why is that seed so aware? They brought it over and one climbed up the front of my left trunk towards-NO! Not TREE pregnancy! My life is weird enough-UNF! Oh~ I felt that!

“Okay, where did you girls find a Royal Tree?” Washu asked in fearful confusion before she groaned. “My daughter went on a ‘raid’ didn’t she?”

WHAT?! A ROYAL TREE?! I’m gonna-OH~!

I felt energy Surge into me, my bark creaked as the ‘knothole’ the cabbit shoved the seed into where my vagina was deepened, the seed burrowing into the relative area of my ‘womb’ and my smooth bark began cracking and rapidly growing over my exposed under layers of fiber as a glorious pregnant swell began forming on me. My ‘nipples’ began copiously pouring sap as I grew more, getting even taller, the top of my canopy scratching at the roof of the dome.

“Fascinating! I’ve never seen anything like this!” Washu giggled. “Now how to get you out, you shouldn’t be bound here, but depending on what that Royal Tree does…” Washu pressed a button, and soon the dome suddenly extended on all sides and above, exposing more free soil, and I gladly began spreading out further as I continued to grow.

If I could, I’d be wailing in pleasure. This seed was maturing within me so quickly and sending such powerful shocks of pure ecstasy through my very essence. “Mother.” Yes, my child? “Thank you.” This sent such a sensation of absolute joy through me that I almost didn’t care that I might be trapped here forever, bearing my child in my womb and helping her protect and guide this place. “No mother. This is not your place. I will take over once I am strong enough.”

“Good thing time does not work the same here like your world.” Washu chuckled as she looked about with science instruments having appeared in her hands and on her head. “At least four days have gone by in your world at least.” I didn’t care about whatever the little creature among my roots was saying. All I cared about was growing bigger. Taller. Nurturing my precious daughter until she was able to take my place as the guardian of this station.

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“Mother.” I slowly came back to awareness. At some point, in all the raw pleasure wracking my existence, I must’ve blacked out. I tried to gasp but failed as expected. I was the grandest tree in my forest, easily towering overall. The others only came up to my expansive womb, at some point, my arms had moved to cradle my belly, my massive bosom was producing a waterfall of nutritious watery amber nectar. I am so beautiful. So perfect. “Mother, wake up.”

Huh? Who’s there? I muttered, only now noticing that my very bark and leaves seemed to shimmer and dim in concert with my ‘voice’. Am I speaking? I can speak again?

“Mother, I know you cannot move, but look below.” Came the other voice, and I focused my vision downwards. “I need you to leave now Mother, I am strong enough.” Came a similar glow/dim pattern over exclusively my womb. My precious, precious daughter. Oh~ how I love you… “Mother. You cannot stay here.”

Why not? Then, memories. I was assaulted by my own memories. At some point, my past became irrelevant in comparison to my current state, and I must’ve forgotten. Yes...I must go. My beloveds did warn me that lone fairies have a tendency to just drift away from others until they’re merely a solitary entity, content to be alone. Or, in my case, forever pregnant with my daughter. But won’t you just be pregnant...with yourself?

“Nonsense mother. I will simply take your place as the Spirit of this incredible body you’ve grown.” Insisted my daughter...who I felt already had a name. Yoshino.

Okay. Now I just...um...oh, here we go! I thought before, ahem, ‘birthing’ myself and sliding down my former trunks to the ground. My former ‘thighs’ had thickened considerably, and mangrove-like roots had grown from my trunk where my ‘calves’ had been to stabilize my former body. Looking up, it was rather intimidating to see the underbelly of my glorious fecundity, as if I’d been pregnant with several children at that enormous size. “A bit front-heavy isn’t it?”

“Not at all, Mother. Your rear plumped up nicely as a counterweight, and the strength of your roots and trunk are more than enough to support me.” Yoshino stated proudly, her body shimmering with each syllable. “I am so happy with this beautiful body you gave me Mother.”

“Thank you.” I blushed before looking about. “Should I leave now? This is kinda awkward...I’m using that term a lot now.” The fact that my, ahem, Yoshino’s, sap had formed a little pond and stream that was clearly hastily dug up was also rather embarrassing. I had the oddest urge to just jump in, but I refuse to lewd any of my children!

“You must go Mother. Before my siblings and other family from Jurai arrive, and demand you go with them. It will be hard enough convincing them to leave me be with my aunt Washu. Even if she is not my birth-aunt, she is still a Chousin, even if she denies it.” Yoshino urged me, clearly sad for me to go, but clearly knowing something I’m missing.

“Um. okay. I’ll find Washu then...wait why would Jurai want to drag me off?” I questioned worriedly. I mean, sure, I grew Yoshino in, what, two weeks? Less? Would they really use me as a tree breeder?

“Don’t question it.” Washu chuckled as she seemed to teleport in before grabbing me by the hand, pulling me along. “You did better than I could’ve ever hoped for! With Yoshino acting as the heart of the station, my humble little interdimensional mall is practically the greatest battlestation the next three dimensions! Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her.”

“Wait! What would Jurai-UGH!” Washu suddenly stabbed me beneath my breasts, injecting something into my chest, and I slumped into her, my vision fading…

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I woke up, groggy, tired, and on a familiar mountain overlooking a familiar growing city. I rolled to my hands and knees, finding the Mindwash Visor next to me. Picking it up, I got to my hooves and looked down at Everfree City. I groaned at the sight of My Home visibly looking like me, and having grown quite a bit, the canopy now shading the whole castle. “What is my life…?”