Hyrulequestria

Ch.74

It was a relaxing change of pace. I had tea with Funaho and Ushi, then had dinner with the Masaki Family. It was adorable how Ayeka kept wanting to play with me, and Sasami was a fussy baby, making a mess with her food and Misaki absolutely doting on her. I even slept in a tiny bed they made for me when I offered to shrink down, using a slipper and sock as a bed was not only novel, but incredibly cozy.

The next morning, I had breakfast with the family, and then, finally came business. “I will bring you before Tsunami-no-ki again. Hopefully, things won’t get as out of control as you described after the children went to sleep after dinner.” Azusa said to me as he guided me down the ramps to Tsunami’s tree.

“Just please be ready to have me transferred to as isolated a spot as possible. I grow fast and big, and lewd.” I once more warned the emperor, clad again in my yukata as I walked alongside him this time at normal size. “Yoshino is a perfect example, but that took a week in Washu’s prepared conditions.”

“I see, well, this section won’t be traveled by children at least.” Azusa sighed. “Still, it will cause several far more prudish members of the Imperial Houses conniptions. Hmph. Actually, I look forward to that if they do decide to have fits over something beneficial to the Empire.”

“If I can make prudes feel uncomfortable, I’ll consider my whole mission here a success.” I chuckled mischievously. I understand there’s a time and place for raunchiness, but there’s no excuse for being a complete jerk when there’s nothing wrong with appreciating beauty or sensuality. I oddly felt someone smile fondly at my comments. “So is this the place you wish me to plant myself?” I asked as I looked about the soil.

“It is both near Tsunami-no-ki, as well as being off the beaten path. Yes, if you can take root here, and commune with Tsunami again, that would be splendid.” Azusa said as I strode out into the large circular plot of bare soil that was tucked into one of the massive alcoves of the ground floor of the Royal Arboretum. I was in line-of-sight with Tsunami-no-ki, but very few of the bridges and platforms above had clearance to see down here. People would have to walk right by the alcove to see me clearly.

“Alright then. I’m gonna get started.” I took off my yukata, tossing it to the dirt and leaving myself nude as I faced towards Tsunami-no-ki. My mismatched feet sank in, and I moaned sensually as my roots rapidly dug into the dirt, and then were stopped by the Tenju, only to then allow me to continue burrowing in. My membrane turned brown and I groaned as I began growing, Azusa blushing as I-.

“Welcome home.” Tsunami said to me with a beaming smile as I was standing in her demi-plane again, the mountain monastery still here, but she wasn’t a cosmic giantess and stood even-height with me on the balcony.

“Sorry. I’m just visiting.” I apologized, before approaching the nervous woman. “So, did that scary stallion at least talk about what we’re going to do?”

“Yes. We’re going to perform coitus, while our physical vessels exchange both energies, pollen, and other information.” Tsunami stated with a faint blush and a bit of nervous excitement.

“Oh? So more physical plant coitus?” I asked with curiosity.

“It’s nothing more than letting the pollinating insects the Juraians ensure populate the Arboretum do their jobs. But for us, here, now, entwining will be what ensures our efforts bear fruit.” Tsunami pressed a palm into my lower stomach, and I turned pink as I felt how hot I suddenly felt.

“L-literally.” I leaned in and kissed the beautiful human woman, letting her drag me to the floor…

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I slowly woke to the sensation of water raining on me, and I sighed in content, stretching and groaning as I lavished in the feeling of getting wet. “Ah!” I blinked my eyes open and looked down to see a gobsmacked middle-aged Juraian man with greying hair wearing plain green work suspenders and a shirt with a control device in his hands looking like he’d seen a ghost.

“What’s the matter, little man? Never seen a real woman?” I asked with a mischievous smirk and a wink, before going back to enjoying my shower.

“When they said you weren’t just physically unique, I had thought that was just how you manifest your power.” The man muttered as he fiddled with the portable console a bit, and I cooed at how the water seemed to get tastier and feel smoother. “It’s good to see you active after having seen so many of your offspring grow, bond to someone, and leave the Arboretum.”

“What? They’ve already grown up?” I felt that distinct sadness again, of missing out on something so precious. Yoshino was a special case, taking the body I had already grown and making it her own. I had hoped to at least see Tsunami and I’s seedlings get planted. “Well, considering how quickly my offspring tend to grow, I shouldn’t be surprised. How long have I been out?”

“You’ve been dormant for 7 rotations of Jurai’s star.” The kindly middle-aged looking elf-eared man told me as he fed the weeds and grass clippings into a high-tech bag, which began shrinking rapidly around its contents.

“Seven years?!” I gawked at the man in shock. I mean, I don’t have to worry about being gone for any length of time from home thanks to Sam or Bronze Brave, but still, seven years?

“Years? Oh! You mean that tiny measure of time Empress Funaho is fond of. No, it’s been 700 years give or take a few dozen.” The man casually said, as if such a ridiculously long length of time was nothing! Oh, wait. Juraians have obscenely long lifespans, so I guess to them it is a small period of time.

“Wait, so Tsunami and I have been…” I looked at Tsunami-no-ki, noticing how she was both bigger, more vibrant, and seemed to thrum with energy. Holy. Shit. We’ve been fucking for Seven Hundred Years! She was a total virgin too! I guess being utterly lost in the passionate throes and wanton sex with no end of stamina or need for real sleep would make you lose track of time. But...still. This is utterly and bafflingly ridiculous! Why didn’t Sam come get me?!

“You two have been producing mighty seeds this whole time. At least one seed a year, starting on the very day you took root. Your children are the pride of Jurai Navi-no-ki. Your firstborn; Mitsurugi-no-ki, is a proud warrior and a fierce starship along with his partner Admiral Hitomi Natsuki.” The kindly man said as he then jettisoned the contents of the bag back over the grass, having been reduced to a green-tinged dust that quickly got absorbed in the water.

“We have at least 700 children together...so, did they help? With the Federation?” I hazily remember that they were the chief cause of concern for Jurai militaristically, but with 700 plus or minus First Gen or Tenchi forbid, Zero Gen trees, there’s no way any force in this galaxy can compete.

“Hm? Oh, them? Ha! Mitsurugi-no-ki and Admiral Natsuki practically wiped them out with just themselves and the already existing navy not long after he matured and bonded with her.” His words had me a bit flustered. I only needed to have one kid to resolve their issues?! How fucking powerful are our kids?! Also, wait…

“He? My firstborn is a male?” Mitsurugi did sound quite masculine, but I don’t judge by names as much as I used to.

“Oh yes! He had all the ladies completely flustered! Made us men feel inadequate too!” The man chuckled heartily as he turned off my tasty water. No~ I was enjoying that~! “That’s enough for this day. Don’t want you getting fat on us.”

“I’m not fat! I’m fluffy!” I puffed out my cheeks, then sighed. “I’m about to project and leave what may as well be a Fourth Gen tree in my place that is merely a conduit for me to project into across the cosmos. I need to go tell Azusa that I’m awake.”

“That will have to be by communication Navi-no-ki. I’m afraid Emperor Masaki and his family are all away on Empress Funaho’s homeworld on vacation.” Say what?!

“Hold up! They’re on Earth?!” I felt my heart pound, well, my metaphorical one. Tenchi Muyo is in full swing?! Wait! Ayeka was 714 or something when she went to Earth! Holy shit! Azusa has been Emperor for a fuck-long time! Wait, no, not important Navi! “Is Washu there too?!”

“Who is this Washu you speak of?” The man asked curiously, and I took a deep, long cleansing breath.

“Sir, what is your name?” I respectfully asked, trying to calm down.

“Toya Higuchi Honorable Navi-no-ki. I have been your tender these past several cycles.” Toya pleasantly replied, as if tending me for 700 years was nothing big at all.

“Ask me a boon Toya, and you shall have it, for caring for me in my slumber.” Seriously, please, I could use some means of thanking you.

“Your thanks is more than enough for me Milady.” Toya then blushed slightly. “It has been a pleasure to tend to you.” Aw, he has a crush on little old me? I won’t torment him too much.

“I bet~.” I winked at him and sighed out of my nose. “I’ll be going now, to investigate.”

“Very well, milady. It was a pleasure.” Toya said with a bow before I warped away to Yoshino.

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“Popeye’s Chicken is the Shiznit~!” I declared happily as I nommed on a spicy chicken drumstick bigger than I was, once more my tiny fairy self.

“Mother, please don’t be so embarrassing…” Whined Yoshino, projected as a beautiful green-haired woman in a blue kimono with a blush to her elfin ears as I drew curious eyes to the patio tables of the local Popeye’s we were sitting at.

“Yoshi, I’ve been sleeping and making siblings for you for so long, I deserve every bit of silliness I can inflict on you!” I declared imperiously to my daughter, who sighed with a resigned smile.

“The GP is here right now. We need to look presentable!” Yoshino complained through her beaming smile, so happy to have me. I can feel it. Literally. She’s hosting me right now, so my ability to sense her emotions was quite keen.

“Considering you turned Washu’s little dinky space station into a self-sustaining space colony, I’m surprised they’re not here all the time, considering you had to pull this place fully into Washu’s home universe.” I nommed more zesty fried breading. Mm~! Crunchy~!

“I-well they do come around almost daily, mostly for training.” Yoshino admitted as she blushed while I looked to the ‘roof’ and saw the almost Halo-like Ring World Yoshino had turned this place into. “It took so long, with a lot of help from Washu to make my fuzzy memories you gave me into a reality. I couldn’t figure out the pulse-style selective target weapon though.”

“Good. That is something no universe should ever have.” I declared to my daughter sagely.

“Unless this water thing was around?” Yoshino asked, thankfully missing the info on the Flood.

“Well...maybe if that was around. But I do believe your universe is safe from the Flood.” I sighed, even then I would try finding another way. “So, you made your own world. You rule it with an iron fist?”

“Of course not! I let the people who came here to work it out among themselves to establish the local government with ground rules I laid down. No murdering, thieving, raping, etc. It didn’t take much work with the GP and the remnants of the Federation both needing places for refugees to start anew.” Yoshino happily told me as she took a piece of chicken and took a bite.

“Well, at least tell me you Bonded to somebody,” I said hopefully. The way I understand Bonding for Royal Trees, it’s literally like having a soul mate. Once Bonded, it’s for life, and if the Bonded person dies, the tree soon follows in sorrow. “Actually, please tell me you’re either still single, or you're Bonded to a Juraian.”

“Mother, that’s racist.” Yoshino chided in disapproval. “And no, I did not Bond to a Juraian. He was a dashing GP Officer when we first met in the early stages of the colony. I’m relieved that he hasn’t seemed to have aged a day since we consummated our union.” Yoshino flushed with a dopey smile and her hands on her cheeks. “It seems that whatever means us Royal Trees use to extend the lives of our Bonded was enhanced by your surrogacy of me mother.”

“Oh, well, good for you.” The wedding band on her left hand’s ring finger was a bit of a giveaway. I’m kinda jealous. My own daughter got married before I did...I’m not upset. My jimmies are not getting at all rustled by this. No sir! Damn it, Lulu! You’re marrying me when I get back!

“Yes, we did marry like in your memories mother.” Yoshino chuckled. “It’s a common custom among the stars as well, so when I asked his hand, he went and bought this most beautiful ring for me, when I simply asked for us to be officially wedded. He even threw a ceremony for us at the base of my tree.” Yoshino’s glowing radiance was so wonderful to experience. I want that. DAMN IT TIA YOU TOO! Nicole, Trachea, Zephyr, Surgeon, Harmonia, Eris! MARRY ME~!

“WAH~ My mates are terrible~!” I whined as I stuffed my face with chicken and mashed potatoes.

---]===>

“So you’re one of my precious babies too, huh?” I asked of the incredibly masculine man in military uniform standing on the bridge of the ship I’d warped to. I had to jump between my children, each of them just as attuned to me as Yoshino. He had dark black hair that was spiky and ran down his back, his face scarred rather roguishly. Despite only being of average height at 5 foot 9, he projected this incredible presence that made him feel bigger than the room.

“Yes, mother.” He said with a smile. “I’m Mitsurugi, it is nice to see you up and about!” My son! My handsome boy~! Those strong amber eyes of yours tell me how you so easily charmed all the ladies besides your incredible body! I’m so proud!

“Indeed it is.” Said Captain, oh, sorry, Admiral, Hitomi Natsuki who was seated in the command chair next to her Bonded husbando judging by their wedding rings. “I would like to apologize for how I treated you. It has been so long, but I haven’t forgotten, or lessened my regret, about how I treated my beloved’s mother.”

“It’s okay. It really was so long ago, and you were being a responsible leader to your crew.” I dismissed, then looked out the viewport of the J.S Shishi-Oh at Earth.

“Well, what can we do for you mother?” Misturugi asked eagerly, clearly wanting to spend time with me like all his other siblings I’d appeared to.

“Would it be too much to ask me to be beamed down there? I want to find Washu and give her a piece of my mind.” I huffed and punched my tiny fists together. That sneaky Choushin is the whole root, pardon the pun, of all my problems in this universe! I’m gonna at least slap her once! No, wait, twice! On the booty! In front of everyone! Especially in front of Ryoko!

“That is no problem at all mother, I can even drop you right next to them without anyone noticing. That is if you bothered to alter your projection to be fitting to the area.” Mitsurugi declared, but then looked to his wife.

“It’s fine dear. I’m sure the Royal Family would appreciate knowing you’re awake if word from your tender hasn’t spread.” Hitomi then nodded to a cadet at a console who began fiddling with his station.

“Alright then.” I chuckled with a large smile. “Give me just a moment~!” I surged to normal size, grew my biker chick outfit, and then absorbed all my animal features, shaping myself to be as boringly human as possible, then morphed my membrane into pale-pink flesh and my goo-hair into actual hair. “I hope I did good.” I looked about the room, noting a few flushed men and nodded. “Seems I did good. Beam me down Scotty!”

“Mother. My shared memories from you are hazy, but even now I find that to be rather annoying.” Mitsurugi blandly stated, before looking sad. “Is this it? Just a single, brief moment, and then you’ll be gone. Back to your own dimension.”

“Hm, I can come visit when I’m not saving the world. Also if you wish we can spend a bit more time here together before I head off.” I offered, only for my son to relax and shake his head.

“I have my own duties to tend to. So long as you promise to visit once a century, I’m content.” Mitsurugi declared. Once every hundred years? Whoa, my son has as skewed a sense of time as the Juraians, then again he was born to them.

“Alright, I can promise that I’ll even set timers for it! Even if I somehow miss it, I can use time travel to hold myself to it.” I cheered before hugging him. “Alright then, what do you call it if not beaming?”

“It’s still beaming, but nobody here is named Scotty.” Hitomi joked, and then I was suddenly standing in a traditional Japanese rock garden, right in front of an elderly-seeming man, who blinked at my arrival.

“Sup. You’re Yosho Masaki right? Great! Where’s Washu’s dimensional closet?” I casually asked of the former heir of the throne of Jurai.

“Um, just inside, and take a left. Once you reach the stairs the red door next to them is her lab.” Yosho informed me. “Don’t antagonize her though, she’s likely to turn you into a Kappa if you do.”

“Eh, I’m sure I can handle that.” I chuckled before passing by the bemused man and walking into the house, going up to Ryoko who blinked in bemusement. “Hey Ryoko, I’m looking for your mother.”

“She’s not my...wait I know...you…” Royoko said as she looked a little unnerved.

“Sup you thieving cute spunky bitch? Remember me?” I turned my skin to wood for a moment, making the spiky-haired woman yelp and throw herself down the hall to get away from me, causing me to laugh before returning my skin to normal. I went down the hall and barged into the red door. Time for some petty vengeance before I return home!