Hyrulequestria

Ch.7

“So your name is Applebloom?” Celestia asked of the little filly who still wore her collar over her dirty little shirt/suspenders combination. Maud had made herself and Pinkie sandwiches and left us alone with the little filly.

“E-eeyup.” The yellow filly nervously responded as she kept her eyes down and nibbled on the little sandwich I made for her.

“Don’t be afraid. They can’t get you here.” Celestia cooed, rubbing the filly’s head and she shied away from the contact. “What are they doing to My Little Ponies, to make such an innocent little girl so scared of everything?”

“I-I ain’t afraid o’ nothin’!” Boldly declared the little girl, puffing out her cheeks. “I’m a big, strong girl! It’s why I’m out here while Scoots and Sweetie are still nappin’ after that big dark mare foalnapped us from our barracks.”

“What do they make little girls like you do?” I asked as I prepared to make more sandwiches in case her friends woke up soon.

“They have us work in these dirty buildings, sewing clothes, hammering things, turning screws, it’s awful!” Whined the reasonably upset little filly. “Ever since I was born, I’ve been workin’ in places like that alongside Scoots and Sweetie. Then suddenly we’re taken to this place and told we don’t have to do nothin’! This is the best!”

“Wow, now I want to kill the cows making kids do this.” I huffed, trying not to curse around the kid.

“Sweatshops. The caribou are fond of exploiting every aspect of their conquests they can, even the children. I can’t imagine how many families have been destroyed, infants torn from the arms of their mothers and then forced into menial labor the moment they’re old enough to understand basic instructions.” Celestia said as she pinched her eyes shut.

“Hey, it ain’t all bad to be fair. They may be mean and make us work, but they feed us good food, and these white-coat folks called doctors to keep us from getting sick.” Applebloom said to the Princess, clearly with the hope, it would cheer her up.

“Yes. Because they don’t want you to die and waste their time and effort, by the time you’re 14, they would’ve forced you into the military too as a brainwashed member of their autocratic society.” Celestia informed the filly, who suddenly looked downcast again. “But that’s not a problem for you anymore. You and your little friends are here.”

“But why did Nightmare save them? Sorry, but I don’t see her just rescuing them out of the goodness of her heart.” I admitted, knowing Nightmare was a means-to-an-end sort of mare first and foremost. She may apparently cherish me, but I’m not beyond being considered a ‘resource’ or ‘tool’ as proven when she whored me out to Nicole. Why doesn’t that hurt more than a little bit? Well, I guess since she’s up-front about her intentions for the most part...u

“Applebloom is related to the Sage of Honesty, the candidate at least.” Celestia sighed. “Bloom may be able to help us find her, and gain her trust if she doesn’t believe we’re sincere because of how the Caribou may have broken her.”

“Ah, that explains some of the reason then.” I frowned, of course, Nightmare would do it because of an ulterior motive. I may have been right, but that doesn’t make it unpleasant.

“My sis? I have a sister?” Applebloom asked with sudden excitement, her eyes shimmering and Celestia instantly becoming even sadder.

“Yes dear. I know little of her, but I’ll tell you what I knew of her when she was a bit younger than you.” Celestia waved me off, clearly not wanting anyone to distract her from likely vague memories, so I took the gesture and left the kitchen. At least I ate lunch already. I made a damn good roast. Next time I think it needs more onion though.

Wanting to get away from the depressing atmosphere, I went upstairs and then outside again for some fresh air, and saw Charlise waving to Star Swirl as her carriage was leaving. “So. Did you two have fun?” They may be creepy, but I need a distraction.

“I haven’t felt anything physical for over 726 years after the last of my flesh rotted away at least for this body. I didn’t admit it outright, but I think whenever Charlise comes around, I won’t be able to deny her offer to substitute for her head. Tartarus, I may even decide to go on an adventure with her, considering she has chronic wanderlust.” Star Swirl turned his head around and looked up at his several story tall grey stone tower.

“Really? I’m guessing the physical sensations were that good?” I chuckled, guessing it was mostly basic things like hot water and not sexual.

“I won’t lie, being male, having a bosom was rather novel, but it was mostly the very fact that I could actually feel anything. I missed out not going the dullahan route rather than the lich route, even if I would have been more vulnerable and the issue of possibly losing track of my head as Charlise has.” Star Swirl looked back out in the direction Charlise had gone, and disturbingly, even though the road was in clear view for a long distance, she had already vanished.

“You would lose your memories depending on how long the two are separate?” I asked, remembering an Anime from my world. I was suddenly hit in the head with something falling on Star Swirl and saw a rock being tossed right over us, though not in our direction. “Huh?”

“Well, that is just a myth. Charlise told me that the most losing track of her head as she has done is concern her over her safety. If her head is destroyed, she dies after all. If it ends up having been interred in a grave, then it’s no issue, but otherwise, she might have someone-hm?” Star Swirl got hit by something long and white, and he looked down before looking in the direction it came from, I followed and gawked. “So that is where my leg got off too! Damn time warp!”

“What the fuck?!” I squealed, the garden I’d just nurtured with my milk was already overgrown and had these spooky purple-green thorny vines that were rooting things out of the soil and tossing them away from the garden, one even smacked a sparrow that got too close to the berry bushes. The fruit-bearing plants seemed content with the weeds cleaning the soil, while the Vegetables seemed irritated. Why am I getting emotion impressions from plants?!

“Plunder Vines too? What seeds did you buy for the Garden?” Star Swirl chuckled as he levitated his leg up and floated back inside. “Well, you cared for them so you’re the official caretaker of that garden, I doubt the plants will let anyone else harvest from them.”

The echoing distorted giggle returned, while the faint lights danced in the garden and clearly enjoyed the results of my labors.

“Are you serious-AH!” I was suddenly snatched up by a smooth section of vine, and two ripped off my shirt, odd flower-like mouths on the ends of the vines latching onto my nipples, and I cried out in ecstasy as my garden hungrily started milking me.

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*Pant!* I wearily dragged myself from the garden, exhausted and fucked-out by literal fucking plants that obviously have no concept of moderation or self-control. My tits ached with an emptiness I wasn’t aware I could even feel, and my nethers were sore from the plants trying to milk me from there too. I’m going to need protective armor or something just to garden! Still, though, 10 out of 10, would fuck again. Hell yeah.

It didn’t help the lights joined in, making everything more intense. Whatever is going on with that, I wanna know how to control it or cause it to happen more, because those lights feel good to interact with.

“Shit.” I huffed as I stood, hopefully out of reach as I saw the Vines go dormant, settling into a fence like a pattern around the Garden. Three were still vigilant as they swatted persistent birds and pesky bugs that don’t actually help the plants, creating fertilizer from crushed bugs. “Where did those vines come from?”

“Well, now...I didn’t expect commercial seed stores to have Plunder Vines. Especially not well-trained ones.” Nightmare commented as she actually approached me like a normal person for once from the entrance to the tower. “I didn’t have them on the list though. They must have gotten them mixed in. Plunder Vines are known to copy the looks of other seeds to seem less dangerous.”

“No, kidding? I didn’t know they were rapists either.” Well, until it was consensual on my part, which took all of 10 seconds of being ravished. “Can you make me a suit of armor for that? I can’t harvest from the plants if I’m getting brutally fucked the moment I get in range.”

“Sure, I suppose. I’ve already updated your padded stealth suit to adjust to your bodies.” Nightmare chuckled. “Though it may do little good until the Plunder Vines think the berries are ready, or any of the product really.”

“Even so, I don’t want the vines stealing all of my milk from the other plants.” I crossed my arms under my sore boobs and glared back at the vines. “I might even need to come up with a sprinkler system.”

“A sprinkler for your milk? Kinky~.” Nightmare lilted as she approached and gently caressed my sore breasts, and I sighed in relief at the gentle attention. “They really did suck you dry. You should drink plenty of fluids to recover. I’ll ease the pain, but you need a resting pet.”

“For sure. I also need to plan out meals for tomorrow and-.”

“I have less domestic needs for your talents actually.” Nightmare admitted with concern in her expression. “I’m afraid that I’m far too conspicuous, even with illusion magic. However, you have an impressive knack for stealth as I learned after gleaning from the minds of those you were around in your last outing. However, simply looking like a caribou isn’t enough as proven by the King.”

“W-what do you mean?” I asked in concern.

“I mean I would have to transfigure you into an actual caribou. Know that I can change you back, but it will be an interesting experience I hear. Apprentices of master wizards tend to get very attached to being transfigured and going on adventures like the apprentice of Marelin. His tales are children’s books now.” Nightmare smiled wistfully but then became serious again. “But I won’t force you to go. After last time, I understand if you want nothing but to remain here where it is safe, and you can live in peace.”

The distorted giggling from earlier came back, but now it was a little louder.

“Pfft, peace? Nighty, I’ve been fucking six-ways from Sunday ever since we got to this tower. Peace is something I’m sorely lacking, and actually, when I was out on that trip, aside from the King catching me, I was happy. I’d much rather get out there than stay cooped up here forever.” I admitted to my girlfriend, gently leaning forward and kissing her. We didn’t get passionate, just leaned into each other and let our lips stay in contact as our eyes closed.

Nighty put her arms around me, hugging me tight, I returned the favor. We stayed like that for a while, until we reluctantly pulled apart, and I almost felt my knees go out from under me at the sheer love I saw in her eyes as she looked into mine. “Be careful when you do…” The raw worry in her words told me she really did care, and I nuzzled her neck as we kept hugging.

“I’ll try. No promises.” Our tender moment was interrupted by a gagging noise, and we looked at the open tower gate to see an orange pegasus filly with a purple mane and tail making a throwing-up gesture while a white unicorn filly with swirled light purple and cream mane and tail was pouting at her companion disapprovingly, both wearing the same dirty suspenders and shirts as Applebloom. “We aren’t even married, and we have kids interrupting our moments.” I joked, and from the corner of my eye I saw Nighty’s wings suddenly reach full extension, and her cheeks turned bright red, her eyes wide as I practically felt her heart pound.

“M-marriage?” Nighty asked hopefully, and I sheepishly smiled at my slip. “W-well...maybe someday.” Nighty then whisked away in her shadow magic. Aw~ she was so cute!

“Nighty!” I chuckled before walking towards the gate. “Now what are you two doing out here?” I asked before hearing the orange filly cough rather than exaggerate a gag.

“Scootaloo? Another coughing fit?” The white one mewled, then this one must be Sweetie.

“I thought the caribou had doctors caring for you?” I asked in worry. We don’t have a doctor here, and I hope Nighty addresses that soon.

“It’s just a chest cold! Doc said I’d get over it in a week, but that was when he gave me medicine. We don’t have it here.” Scootaloo admitted through wet hacks, coughing up stringy phlegm and mucus onto the flagstones.

“Hope it’s not asthma,” I whined looking to the pollution that was thankfully held at bay by the tower. “We need a doctor here. I’ll talk to the Princess,” I told them. “Avoid the Garden. The Vines are...mean.”

“I think those are Plunder Vines. We’re not adults so we should be safe.” Sweetie said, and I blinked at her. “One of the few things they let us do was read in our downtime, said it made us smarter.”

“Bookworm.” Scootaloo jibbed between coughs and spits. “But really, now that I’m not working I should get better if I just take hot baths and breath in the steam to clear out my lungs and sinuses.”

“Who’s the bookworm? I’m not the one who reads medical journals.” Sweetie teased her friend, who started getting red in the cheeks.

“Sh-shut up!” Scootaloo demanded in embarrassment as she sulked and looked away.

I shook my head and went back downstairs, being passed by Applebloom who looked incredibly happy and reached the kitchen, finding Celestia looking much happier than earlier. “We need a doctor here, Scootaloo has either a chest cold or an infection.”

“Hm...I’m a skilled healer, but I’m not a proper doctor by today’s standards. Unfortunately, with my magic limited, I’m afraid the best I can do is heal scrapes and bruises. I’ll ask sister to see if she can’t liberate a unicorn doctor so we can have both a proper physician and a healer.” Celestia said with a sigh. “You need something to drink, I can tell without even examining you.” She chuckled, walking to the fridge and pulling out a jug. “This is from a goat, Nightmare dragged a feral one here to the stable and these jugs while you were outside.”

“Goat’s milk?” I scrunched my nose. I only tried it once at my mom’s urging, and it tasted nasty. Goat cheese is good, though. “No thanks Tia, I’ll just get some water.” I blinked, then looked down at my bare chest. “Um...those girls didn’t even ask why I was naked.”

“I’m afraid that’s another byproduct of them being enslaved by the caribou. They’re used to seeing casual sex already and know the birds-and-the-bees and then some. They didn’t even get to keep their innocence.” Celestia snarled as she put the milk away.

“Oh.” I groaned walking over to the magical sink, not even questioning how the magic pulled the water from the mountain spring and put the greywater back into it without any plumbing. I got under the spigot and put my mouth to it, needily drinking the crisp and refreshing water for a bit. Once I finally felt full and satisfied, I pulled off, turning the water off and sighing as I rubbed my distended pregnant-looking belly. Damn. I know Nighty’s augments to my body makes me produce a lot of fluids, but I had no idea how disproportionate it was to how much I ingest. Maybe I can ask her to improve my intake capacity too, so I don’t look pregnant when refilling?

“My, that looks sexy, wouldn’t mind seeing it more.” Celestia chuckled as she pressed into my back, rubbing the sides of my belly and licking her lips.

A small light was moving silverware about in the background. Hey, wait, it’s not just in my head? Before I could call attention to it, the silverware was all neatly arranged, and the light vanished.

“T-Tia I’m tired. I had to drink this much because I’m dehydrated from having all of my fluids fucked and sucked out of me.” I whined, and the mare hummed in disappointment, but her hands lingered on my belly and ass as she withdrew.

“Sorry. I have been changed by the caribou too, and my pregnancy fetish got all the more powerful watching the King breed so many bastard heirs. The only one did she keep around. Likely the rival sister mentioned Nicole has.” Celestia admitted as I turned around, and she went back to rubbing my belly, causing me to bite my own lip at the oddly pleasurable sensation.

“Oo~.” I cooed as I leaned into her soft rubs. “Almost sound like you wish you could bear foals.” I chuckled and sighed as she rubbed.

“I actually want to be pregnant beyond belief.” Celestia blushed in admission as she pressed her cloth-covered flat tummy to my belly, starting to gyrate against me, our massive tits squishing together. “I want to be huge. I want to be so stuffed with foals I look like I’m about to burst! I want someone with me too! I want to rub my belly against hers. I want to-UNF~!” Celestia shuddered, and I blinked in surprise as her breasts swelled easily almost a quarter again their massive size in arousal, ripping her dress, and I heard dripping at our feet. “Ah...hah...s-sorry.”

The eyes returned, looking Celestia over but no giggling was heard. The eyes were now on a cat-shaped salt shaker. They looked approving, but skeptical. Okay, I’m mental. Stop thinking about it. Don’t focus on it.

“Huh, didn’t know you became so pregnant.” Nightmare chuckled as she appeared next to us, grabbing bread and a piece of roast that was yet to be put away. “Wonder if I should find a sire for you later...or do it myself.” She stated devilishly.

“Fortunately, or rather, Unfortunately. This damn collar also makes me infertile.” Celestia admitted with despair. “I just wanted to pretend I could get pregnant earlier when Robin came in me. The King didn’t want her Prized Slave to get heavy with her bastards, so I had to suffer years of watching other conquests getting heavy with child and I couldn’t.”

“Oh.” Nightmare’s teasing suddenly ceased, and she looked worried. “We’ll get that collar off sister, don’t worry.” Then she looked at me, licking her lips. “You look so good pregnant Robin. Also, like the new name.”

“Th-thanks Nighty. But this is just water. Could you improve my body, so I don’t get all swollen trying to replace all the fluids I lose?” I requested as I patted the firm swell of my stomach, oddly not painful now that I think of it. It was also...nice. Really, really nice.

“Aw, and miss out on you looking like this?” Nightmare teased and I gave her an unamused look. “Okay, okay.” She reached over and caressed my belly, and I sighed as it shrunk down to a tiny paunch rather than being ridiculously swollen. “There, I’ve done to your intake what I did to your output. It’s partially shunted off to a tiny pocket dimension.”

“Thank you. I’m going to go take a nap before dinner. Tomorrow, let’s talk about that trip you need me to take.” I leaned forward and kissed my girlfriend on the cheek, then slapped her ass as I passed, causing her to yelp and laugh joyfully with Celestia giggling. Damn, I got myself into something awesome.

I paused by Nicole’s door, finding it was no longer barricaded, and the bar was completely gone. I decided to check in on her because she is the future mother of my first child. That and I may be already attached to her as a person. She’s fun. “Hey, Nicole, can I come in?”

“Huh? Y-yeah, sure.” I opened the door at her invitation, and I felt my nipples harden at the very sight of her sitting on the edge of her bed. “H-hey.” Nicole unusually meekly responded as she rubbed her already pregnant-to-term creamy belly and her massive boner that was basically curving along the bottom of it. “S-sup baby-daddy?” Nicole weakly asked with a sheepish expression while her other hand groped one of her now head-sized breasts, milk leaking. Oh, and she’s naked, that too.

“Y-you can’t be this far along already?” I stuttered out in shock from how big she was.

“Naw, it’s just your cum. We caribou don’t exactly let what we take in out. That said, uh, I most likely have multiples baking here. Rare that a cow gets this stuffed with spunk and she doesn’t pop out at least three fawns.” Nicole grunted as she stood up from the bed looking me over. “Damn girl, you look like you were the main attraction at a gang-bang, you okay?”

“Plunder Vines in the garden,” I explained, and she winced.

“Yeah, I know that feeling. Cum helps.” She told me, pointing to my breasts. “Can be a great massager, or if your nipples open up a great replenishment for the next day. Rare to have girls with fuckable nipples though.”

“That’s a thing?” I asked as I rubbed my sore nipples.

“Way in the past. Like some chick about seventy years ago was the last of fourteen who knew how to have nipples like that. They’re caribou born with a weird defect and the Kings normally hog them to themselves.” Nicole then shuddered. “That said, I kinda hope I don’t have them. I’ve heard stories about those cows getting pregnant in their tits somehow. Freaky. Where are the tykes supposed to get their milk if the mom’s tits are full of fawns and amniotic fluid?”

“Yeah,” I said as Nicole walked over, stroking her cock, aiming at my tits. “Well I’m about done for the day, and I don’t feel like staying sore and tired. That, and you look like you need some relief.” I smirked at the cow, who blushed and bit her lower lip.

“Unf, yeah~!” She huffed, pre dripping from her cock. Huh, the scent’s not driving me mad. “I’m really sensitive down there, but it’s kinda hard to reach around my gut,” Nicole admitted as she humped into my hands, and then groaned as she started gushing cum onto my tits, which rapidly shrunk back into my lithe male chest, letting her paint my stomach white too. “Ah~ yeah. It’s weird seeing you swap back and forth though. You gotta see about being able to control that.”

“Yeah.” I calmly replied as I wiped up her cum off my chest and licked it, watching her eyes widen. “What?”

“It’s kinda...weird seeing a male licking up cum,” Nicole admitted uncomfortably, and I blinked. I didn’t even think about it.

“Sorry.” I chuckled before looking down. I-I feel wrong. I feel like I should see breasts when I look down. And a blue light around me. What? I...ow, head. “Um, so I’ll leave you to rest then. Let me know if you need anything.” I said as I felt my cheeks heat up, trying not to think about how much I just want to be female again.

“Oh, I will. You’re responsible of however many adorable little brats bake in this womb, and I’m gonna abuse my privileges.” Nicole leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, like how Nightmare did, and I impulsively returned the gesture.

“Ahem.” We jumped apart and saw Nightmare looking at us with a smirk. “I thought you were going to take a nap, Robin.” Nightmare winked, and I felt myself get even warmer.

“I...I am!” I yelped noticing Nightmare was reading a book that had lewd images of females with dicks and males without them or boobs either. “What are you reading?”

“A kinky ancient fetish novel and spellbook written by a deviant so controversial at the time she was burned at stake. Before my time even. It’s giving me ideas.” Nightmare declared evilly with a devilish smirk and lusty eyes.

“Oh.” I gulped, hoping she wasn’t going to turn me into an androgyne like one of those people on the cover. I like having sexual organs, sue me.

“There are some spells in there that caribou used to become the perfect things we are now!” Nicole purred, rubbing her breasts and balls. “It’s a great read if you can find a copy, but they all have the gender alteration spells ripped out of them by old king Vat-it, she didn’t want anyone changing us back, something about foolish males declaring themselves superior, so she forced us all to be perfect! It’s also mostly why we outlawed casual public magic.”

“Another thing I detest about your people. Forcing everyone into your mold and eventually overwriting your conquests until there are only more hermaphrodite caribou. It’s a cruel engine of erasing other species and cultures.” Nightmare chided of Nicole, who sighed at remembering that by this point she was a traitor to her people.

“Well, to be honest, we only did that to the reindeer. Other species are more valuable as workforces, well except ones like Robin’s female form. She would have been bred and fucked as she was slowly turned into a perfect soldier for the king.” Nicole explained. “Female and Males with poor bodies are given an average, or below average jobs, those with great beautiful amazing bodies and genes are turned into us to pass them on and make us stronger!”

“What?!” I yelped.

“It’s a major reason why we invaded Equestria. Ponies are usually well and above average when it comes to sexiness and other abilities. But their magic makes them so much harder to contain and convert. I think I heard somewhere that we...they are focusing more on the future generations and keeping the current ones as servants and slaves. Well, except for a few notable ones.” Nicole informed me with her pride waning as she again was realizing that she’d sided against her people when she submitted to being Nightmare’s pet. “Something about also focusing on something called the Minish Project, the Hylian Project, and other projects focused on your people.”

“That said, this book will help me both transfigure you into a caribou for your missions as well as improve my already impressive skills in the field. A thousand years of self-study can only take you so far after all.” Nightmare declared, and I felt a little sick at realizing why Nighty was so good at body manipulation, she had nothing else to do in isolation upon the moon but alter herself. “Oh please dear heart, I also made an entire mountain range on the moon into sprawling palaces, and other artistic pursuits.”

“Oh, is that why there are bat ponies on the moon? Or rocks that look like them?” Nicole asked.

“Just statues. I missed my beloved Thestrals so much. But they seem to have vanished during my banishment. Nothing in modern memory even so much as mentions them besides myth.” Nightmare said with concern as she closed the book. “Even their other name is almost scrubbed from history, and hints of them in the western mountains are unsubstantiated, there’s nothing sentient there to dream.”

“Well, hopefully, they’re still not found,” Nicole stated. “We know they’re someplace, but even we can’t find them.”

“Good. Now then, Robin, take a bath and get to bed, you’ve had a long day and been busy the past few days. Nicole, maybe join him, you still reek of last night.” Nightmare ordered of us.

“Eeee, bath time blowies!” Nicole stated in excitement and dragged me to the bathroom. “I’m still hungry, so I hope you still have a lot of cum for me, stud!”

“But I just regained my fluids!” For some reason, my whine made both the distorted and cheerful giggles echo in my mind at the same time.