Hyrulequestria

Ch.8

I awoke in bed to find Nightmare with a throbbing tiny horsecock and taking notes. I blinked in sleepiness, thinking I saw things. Like usual. Only less floaty lights and more in disbelief that Nighty would have anything to do with such a tiny dick.

“No, not right, the testes aren’t working, they’ll see it a mile away.” She groaned, holding up a book as she rubbed her small sack with two egg-sized nuts as her small penis grew and got wider. “No, not right either...why is this spell so damn complicated!”

“Nightmare?” I groaned, feeling something wet leak from me. Not quite in the right place either. Wait, where are my arms and legs?! I can’t move my head! “Nightmare! What’s going on!”

“Shush! Be calm pet. I’ll have you in order soon. I managed to get your ‘male’ body right, but for some reason, your female body is resisting male alterations. You’re currently a vaguely female mass of flesh, but you’ll be fine. Your brain is being sustained, and your heart and lungs are protected from being interrupted in keeping you alive.” Nightmare started as my lips, wherever they were, suddenly melted as wherever my nostrils were beginning hyperventilating.

That didn’t help keep me calm Nighty!

“Hm, I think I almost got it.” She muttered before shivering, her dick now about fourteen inches and sporting a heavy pair of balls the size of coconuts. She wiggled a bit before going between what I think are my legs right now and shoving it in, humping me for a couple of minutes. “Oh, ~, fuck, yes. Um did that get the balls working?” She huffed and rubbed my, um, belly before whooping for joy. “YES I GOT IT!”

“Did you just cum in my womb with live seed?!” I asked in shock and panic, my lips having reformed as feeling began flooding my body.

“Yes.” Nightmare declared in triumph as my body, whatever it was melted into, began reforming and soon I was gasping, my heart pounding, my antlers banging against the headboard.wait.

“Wha?” I asked, my vision swimming as I sat up, my massive cream-furred tits meeting the head of my cervine cock. Wait, I have both now?!

“There we go! Nice sexy caribou that could fool anyone!” She declared, shivering as she looked down to the cock above her pussy. “I can see why they like this…hm.” She muttered while rubbing it.

“Nighty?” I whined as she got up and tossed my suit of padded armor at me.

“Get dressed dear, you have work to do. And I have a mental debate to think about, maybe meet with my sister.” Nightmare licked her lips before she vanished, and I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror, causing me to gawk. My tits were just as big as before, my cock as big as it was in my male form, and otherwise, I looked like my female form with a cock, but a caribou.

Unlike Nicole and a lot of others, though, while I had a cream front, the rest of my fur was my original orange-red, making me look exotic. Oh, and the antlers. Felt odd, like I knew they were there, and they were fairly big too, but I didn’t feel the weight of them.

“Wonder how hot waterworks now?” I muttered, walking into the bathroom and splashing some hot water on me. All it did was make me look lither, hips smaller, breasts smaller, feeling more agile. But my dick and balls got even bigger. “G-guess, this is my ‘male’ form.” I whimpered in a mixture of dismay, arousal, and oddly relieved. Why am I relieved? Why does this feel right?

“SISTER~!” Celestia cried out from someplace in orgasm, jolting me from my existential concerns of my sense of gender identity. That thing I said about incest being wincest? Reinforced, but only if Tia really is infertile with that collar on. No inbred babies, please.

“Well, at least Nighty is getting her rocks off. Better check with Nicole to see if this worked.” I muttered, moving to her door. After knocking I received a coo to come in. “Hey, Nicole? Nightmare changed me into a caribou, can you tell if I’m a fox ?” I asked as I opened the door, and Nicole’s eyes widened to the point I thought they might pop out of her head.

“Holy cock-sucking angels! You’re so hot! I mean, you were before, y’know, but this is, WOW!” I gasped as the still-bloated cow got to her hooves and grabbed my thick pillar of cock, easily 20 inches long and 3 inches thick in my new ‘male’ form, with coconut sized gonads which she squeezed and made me shudder. “You’re the most hung cow I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen the Colonel naked at a seminar!”

“Well, this is my ‘male’ form apparently,” I muttered, feeling intense heat in my cheeks as the still pregnant-looking cow admired my masculinity. “In my ‘female’ form, my penis and nuts are smaller, but the rest of me is bigger.” Which, oddly, excites me more. Unf, think about it later Robin, not while your hot girlfriend is getting handsy with your dick.

“Nice trade-off. But no, I couldn’t even think you were a fox before. I like the red-orange fur on the rest of you too, makes you more exotic than the usual tans and browns we have.” Nicole commented as she walked around me. “It does point out you’re likely either a recent convert or the daughter of a first-gen convert though.”

“So it worked?” I asked before Nicole began to grind her belly against my shaft. “Unf~...wow that’s sensitive.” I think it might be the belly actually. Holy shit, I think I have a pregnancy fetish.

“Better adjust quick. A hottie like you? Bitches will be all over you like white on rice.” Nicole turned me around and spanked me. “Now get going! Sooner you’re done, the sooner you’re back, and the sooner we bang.” Nicole purred, eyeing my ass hungrily and I actually felt incentivized to hurry up, wiggling my booty at her playfully, causing her to laugh and slap my ass again before I left her room. Wow. That felt so natural and fun! I can get used to this!

I pulled on my padded armor, enjoying how it seemed to put my chest and grundle in an expanded interior dimensional pocket or whatever because it made my chest seem smaller at DDs and my groin seemed to almost lacking a bulge. “Okay, how do I get to my mission?” I muttered as I pulled the hood up, the top and sides splitting and closing around my antlers. Huh, neat. I wondered how it was nobody thought antlers going through a hood were weird.

Nightmare walked out of one of the rooms along the hall, holding a pregnant-looking bloated Celestia close to her. I could see Nighty had removed her male genitals and they both stunk of marecunt. Damn, they must’ve gone at it hard. “You’ll be fine with just taking a hot soak?”

“Sister, I’ve been getting smashed by the King for over a decade. Your size has nothing on her. At least in length. That said, I’ll be fine after a hot soak and a few passes of healing magic.” Celestia insisted with satisfaction written in her tone and her face. “Oh, ~ your toy is here.”

“Ah, right. Sorry about leaving you like that Robin. I got a bit carried away.” Nightmare apologized as she continued leading Celestia down the hall towards the bathroom. “I didn’t want to put you through even more stress by me taking you then and there.”

“Well, it gave me a bit of time to adjust to all of...this~.” I gestured down at myself with a saucy grin and a wiggle of my new body, my armor hugging me closely like a second skin despite its padded nature. It was very comfy, nearly sinfully so. I’m shocked it wasn’t making me feel hot.

“Good, I worked nearly all night on your transfiguration. Whatever curse they laid on you was so powerful it nearly killed us both when I tried to give your female form male sexual organs. I couldn’t get rid of it, but I could appease it by making both forms hermaphrodites in the end.” Nightmare informed me as we reached the bathroom and Celestia closed the door once inside.

“Oh? You sure you didn’t just want me to be able to fuck you and be fucked back?” I asked with a smirk and a raised brow, my girlfriend actually looking a bit embarrassed.

“Yes, so I hope you don’t mind batting for both teams at the same time. I certainly don’t mind it.” Nightmare declared, wrapping her hands around my thin waist and I returned the favor, ignoring that she was totally trying to deny it without pointing out she just admitted to it.

“Mm, not at all. So long as you keep me.” I cooed to her, and we kissed again. Oh~ this is so wonderful. The sex? Awesome. These tender kisses? I never want to be without again. The lights faded in, girly whoops and hollers echoing in my ears. Thanks, ladies, whoever or whatever you are.

“Death will have to fight me for you.” Nightmare declared with a whisper, her eyes practically glowing with warmth. “I’ll be sending you to a city known as Manehattan. There you will seek out a unicorn mare by the name of Rarity Belle. She is likely to be considered either a prize slave for a rich cow, or a storefront runner for a clothing shop.”

“That just sounds wrong,” I said as I made a disgusted face. Nobody should be a ‘prize.’

“That isn’t all. She is known for being Generous, even in her situation, even with her suffering, she throws herself to the wolves to spare others. This, as well as this image I managed to construct, is all I can give you in such a densely populated area.” Nightmare gave me an honest-to-goodness monochrome picture of a beautiful white or light-coated mare with a dark, long curled mane. How she managed that with her clothes being a frumpy work dress was beyond me, but it would make it easier to identify her. Also, dayum, she’s like a unicorn version of Celestia in proportions and the beauty of her face. Hm~ I can see why she’s covered.

“Alright, I’ll start looking then. My Love,” I told her, leaning up and kissing her, Nighty perking up and her wings going pomf as she moaned into my mouth at my words.

“Call me that again, and I will lock you in my room pet.” Nightmare declared, starting to pant as she looked down at me once the kiss broke. “Now begone before I give into my desires.” Nightmare’s magic overtook me, and I blinked the spots away to find myself in an alleyway, looking at a brick wall with teal chalk pointing at a trash can with the word ‘cache.’

Lifting the lid, I grinned at finding two teleportation twigs, a Luger pistol, a few magazines for it, and a combat knife. At least I’d be better equipped this time. The Luger may only be a 9mm, but it was enough to put down nearly anything that wasn’t armored. Or a bear. Or something really thick. Putting them away in my magic pockets, I adjusted myself before I left the alley and found a city much like my own world’s Manhattan New York. Lights, skyscrapers, and people, lots of people. Thankfully it wasn’t a sea of people like back in my old world though.

Funnily I saw the only other species not Collared besides caribou were dragons, huge dragons, real dragons if they were anthro and stood at 10 feet tall at the shortest. The other thing was, I had been plopped into Hell’s Kitchen. Basically the fine-arts district of the island. I mean, I knew this was going to be big the moment she mentioned Manehattan, but damn it, why couldn’t this Rarity person be in one of the less popular districts?

Figuring I might as well get started, I went out into the crowd. Nobody really blinked an eye at my armor, and I realized it was because plenty of people still wore older styles of clothing. What kind of messed-up world is this that- “EEP!” I squeaked, and a brazen cow laughed from behind me. Bitch! Don’t grab my tail! I huffed, fluffing my little puff of a tail as I continued on my way, the bitch’s friends congratulating her.

Even in this world, I see assholes are still in abundance. Could’ve at least touched my butt and not my-whoa. Wait. No. Bad. I don’t want to be molested in public. Ahem.

I continued along, perusing the windows of shops and seeing if any of them had a similar-looking mare to the photo, which I didn’t refer to often, so it didn’t seem like I was looking for a person. While I was doing this, having considered the fifth shop in a row a bust, I saw someone scarily familiar standing head, shoulders, and in some cases breasts, over everyone else. So I quickly and inconspicuously moved aside, hoping she didn’t notice me.

“Colonel, is it a good idea to dally?” I heard as the towering officer neared with a companion in tow.

“The troops needed will take months to train, The Equipment a year to build, and I have been ordered not to take from the Yakyakistan Front. I can’t take on a shape-shifting army at the moment seeing as the Devil of the North doesn’t want to part with our best.” The Colonel sighed. “Our King has stated she understands this more so after the damn attack on Canterlot almost took us both out, so she’s extended the deployment period.”

“And this relates to your dallying how?” Questioned her annoyed companion as I pretended to look in a shop window as they neared.

“How it relates is-well hello~ there!” I jumped as the Colonel just outright beelined for me before her heavy hand met my shoulder and turned me around, the towering cow leering down at me. “You smell good. Have a big sausage under there for me?” The Colonel, Carmy if I remember, even in a civilian dress of a casual leather jacket and jeans looked absolutely predatory and terrifying as she reached down my pants, causing me to gasp as she played with me. “Oo~ fancy pants. Little pocket dimension to deal with all this extra cum~?”

“Colonel!” Declared her more modest companion, wearing an officer’s uniform but her hat was hanging on her belt. She was also blushing and looking around in embarrassment as caribou all gave passing lusty leers, and the dragons looked mildly annoyed.

“Please Paddy, when off-duty I’m just Carmine.” Colonel Carmine declared as she fondled me, causing me to pant. “And this is the most attractive cow I’ve seen! Look at her face, her antlers, her body. She’s of a caliber that if the King saw her, she’d nab her for her concubine harem immediately.”

“Colonel, you’ve been with the king!” Her companion reminded her.

“Ah~!” I groaned as the Colonel leaned down to nibble on my antlers, then my ears. Oh~ this feels good! I reached up and groped her tits, which made her hum in approval.

“Oh~ good bloodline! Strong!” She chuckled, groping my ass, having to bend over enough to shove my face into her cleavage to do so. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you back in uniform, might take you under my wing, and more than that you might even meet the king! She adores adorable morsels like you. Then again.” She sniffed me deep and long. “You smell like you already do. Or at least one of her bastards.”

“You would lose her to the king if you introduced her to our lord.” Paddy sighed in resignation.

“Oh, I know. Say, let’s take this sex-on-legs girl on a date, hm? My treat~!” Carmine wiggled her eyebrows at Paddy, who merely looked unamused.

Is this good or bad? Why do I keep bumping into her? I kinda hope we keep meeting now.

“Ma’am, we need to work on the logistics for the invasion of the Badlands! Not run around-.”

“Recruiting?” Carmine chuckled as she groped my chest, likely thinking I really was this small. Please don’t gush. Please don’t gush. If I gush here, I don’t think I can hold back~!

“She’s a cow who has clearly retired from service already Colonel. You know the army’s policy on putting re-registers on frontline duty.” Paddy insisted in frustration.

“Which is never. I know. Spoilsport. Oh well cutie, looks like my intern is keeping me busy.” Carmine reached into her pocket and handed me a fucking business card with her name and cell number, which I took shakily as I slowly recovered from her molesting me. “Call me~!” She declared as she sauntered off, her beleaguered companion following.

“Ma’am.” Paddy groaned.

“Oh come now, I do know the one loophole we have with retirees, and it’s if their skill or talents are Invaluable. Wish girls with her looks fell under that category automatically.” She sighed. Wow, my hearing still has a wide range! “Hope She does call.”

The light ladies, that’s what I’m calling them now, all faded in and were laughing hysterically like my sexual misadventures were the funniest thing ever. Yeah, yuck it up ladies, I just got a totally hot babe’s phone number! Um, wait, no. I don’t even have a phone-I need to get a phone. They have cell phones here? I don’t see anyone with one, are they a military thing?

Anyway, so I’m really attractive by caribou standards. Got it. Better hope it doesn’t get me in serious trouble again. Shit. I’m just cursed with good looks and being a sex-magnet in this world, aren’t I? Is this wish-fulfillment? I mean, I never really cared about being attractive, or having sex in my previous life. Ugh. Whatever, I have work to do. Wait, how did she notice me through the enchantments? Great, better assume no magic really works in public around here. Stupid anti-null being new and unpolished-

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Hours! Fucking hours, and in that time I bumped into the Colonel two more times! She was asking around for some explosive expert that was former army working in demolition now. I like the fact Nightmare kept my hearing range, even if it meant I heard everything the Colonel wanted to do to me. Especially because I got to hear all the things she wants to do to me. Unf~.

I also overheard Paddy asking why the Colonel needed magic detection charms woven into her clothes, which may be how she ignores my armor’s misdirection charms.

“This gal loves using magic explosives. Don’t know how she hides using them, but she is the only one I know able to handle the crap.” Carmine explained. “For some reason, we bumping into that sexy girl back there. Whatever magic she has, it’s low. She might even be a mage since her pants had a tiny pocket dimension just for those huge cum tanks she has.”

“Being a mage isn’t illegal Colonel, only using dangerous magic is.” Paddy reminded her superior officer as they continued their search, which I was tailing by this point. I’m tired of them popping up and scaring the bejesus outta me. “I, for one, am proof of that.”

“I know, but it’s weird. Most stay home or in Canterlot trying to stabilize the crazy shit Ponies made.” Carmine huffed.

That was when I found Rarity, standing in a store window like a glorified mannequin wearing a tight and sexy dark blue dress that was slit up the left side of the skirt over her hip and had a plunging boob window for her basketball-sized breasts. She was pouting as Caribou gawked, some rubbing themselves. Considering she looked like Celestia without wings in body type, I can understand why she’s so prized.

“Esmeralda has her prize on display?” Carmine muttered looking up and down. “Crap! Get my wallet! She’s on Sale!”

“SIR!” Paddy barked.

“Oh, wait! Cutie~!” Oh, come on! “You here to bet on her! I bet you two would make adorable foals together!”

“Don’t care about that,” I muttered, looking at the mare in the window which looked for all the world like a determined and stoic statue. What could be giving her the resolve to so proudly display herself on sale?

“Oh, principled! I love that! Forty thousand!” Carmine barked out as if this was an auction, which it wasn’t thankfully. I may still have time to get her out of this situation. She wasn’t even wearing a collar, so it didn’t ruin the look of the dress.

“Colonel, you’ve already gotten your regimented quota of slaves.” At Paddy’s reminder, Carmine whined at her misfortune, making me feel sick that this was considered a normal problem to have.

“Right.” Carmine sighed. “Hm, have you reached your quota Paddy?”

“I’m saving the money up for my wife back home in case you forgot. I can’t afford to waste wages keeping slaves fed, clothed, and housed.” Paddy’s response made me blink. They actually do have to take care of their slaves?

“Right~ you’re one of those devoted types. Can’t understand you.” Carmine huffed as caribou looked at Rarity’s extravagant price tag of 1 million Pfennigs, something none of the folks on the sidewalk really had if their name wasn’t Carmine. “Hmph, not that our people really understand these complicated emotions most cultures see,” Carmine said, almost sad? What?

“It’s called Love Colonel.” Paddy bit out, the lower-ranked officer actually making the giant of a cow flinch at the subtle fury in her tone. “It’s something our people have lost. Remember?”

“I know about love.” She sighed wistfully. “Anyway, what if I pay and you claim her then I trade one of mine...that shy yellow one that always cries when not pleasing someone could use a more structured home life than what I have.”

“I’ll pass, either way, I’d still have to spend money my wife needs for our unborn fawns on selfish pleasure.” Paddy huffed in annoyance at constantly being pestered about this.

“Okay...hey! Cutie, want to help me out?” Carmine asked as she reached around me and groped my breast, making me grunt and wince in arousal. “I could buy her, you could claim her, then I would trade you-.”

“Colonel Carmine Carrera!” The big cow finally looked scared, and seconds later, the smaller cow was grabbing her by the ear by jumping up to do so and dragging her off. “I have had enough! You’re going to stop trying to break national law, and you’re going to do fucking paperwork!”

“OW! OWIE~! I'M SORRY~! LET ME GO~!” Carmine cried childishly as she was dragged away, the spectacle causing most of the other caribou to lose interest and follow the hilarious situation. Heh, guess even horrible nazis are sheeple too when it comes to entertainment.

“Okay, How do I get Rarity?” I muttered as I nearly alone left on the sidewalk, looked back up at Rarity. I looked at her eyes, and after a few minutes, she finally blinked and moved her eyes to look down at me. I stared back, and she seemed to get uncomfortable-at least until a car, a rare thing that looked like an old Volkswagen drove too close to the curb, spraying water on me, and causing me to change. The sight of my body morphing, getting more voluptuous and my armor having to fill out to accommodate made her gawk.

“Great! Ugh.” Thankfully anyone else caught in the splash were absorbed in themselves and missed out on me getting thiccer in a few seconds than most people could ever dream. I looked around the window front and saw the door to a dress shop. ‘Esmeralda’s fine clothes, we’ll have you looking like royalty!’ Well considering the mare in the window looks like she could be Celestia’s daughter, yeah, guess you can manage it.

Pulling on my scarf which had been up this whole time for me to breathe in the caustic pollution, I entered the shop, ignoring the call of ‘coming~’ from the back as I went right for the window, climbing up to it and holding out a twig just as I heard the shop matron bumbling about the back room. Without hesitation, I snapped it against Rarity’s shoulder, and she vanished in a puff of shadow. Ignoring the shock outside the window, I followed suit with the second twig.

I sighed in relief as I appeared in the tower’s foyer with Rarity looking scared and confused. “You’re safe here. Nightmare! Celestia! I have Rarity!” I called out as I headed for the stairs to the living area.

“That soon?” Nightmare called from downstairs as Rarity stayed as far away from me as possible. I don’t blame her, she’s been enslaved by the people I resemble now.

“Yes, also had run-ins with the Colonel,” I called back, continuing to lead the scared and worried mare behind me. She instantly calmed down when out of the kitchen ran the three fillies, playing, and Rarity silently gasped before running for Sweetie, wrapping her up in a crushing hug. “Also I think I figured something out about the caribou culture.”

“Ah! Help! This weird lady is hugging me!” This seemed to almost break Rarity, and she let go of the filly in horror while Celestia and Nightmare entered the hall from the kitchen as well.

“Sweetie! That is your sister!” Shouted Celestia in admonishment, causing Sweetie to gape and then puff out her cheeks in annoyance.

“How would I know!” Sweetie huffed. “I have torn away from my mom as an infant, like all of us.”

“That is still no way to treat your older sister. Rarity, why don’t you say hello?” Celestia asked gently of the newly-freed mare.

However, Rarity didn’t speak. Instead, she silently shook her head, and pulled down the flowered blue choker on her neck, revealing a line across it, which caused Celestia to gasp and cover her mouth, while Nightmare looked about to burst into fury.

“Muting charm?” I asked, hopefully.

“No. They surgically cut her vocal cords. You spoke out too many times, didn’t you?” Celestia gently questioned as she pulled the beautiful mare into a soft hug. “You gave everything for others, didn’t you?” At Celestia’s words, Rarity wordlessly sobbed and nodded into her bosom.

“Okay, now I want to shoot that Esmeralda gal.” I snarled furiously, wishing I’d stayed long enough that I’d have been forced to assault the cow to getaway.

Rarity pulled out a picture from her cleavage. It was of another mare who was helping her make a dress for a heavily overweight caribou. She pointed at the mare in worry and shaking with fear, before making sign language with her hands.

“What is she saying?” I asked in concern, and I can’t read sign language after all.

“She is Rarity’s friend. Her mistress sold her away even after Rarity spoke out against it and begged. For her insolence, Coco was sold for a lower price, and she had Rarity silenced. I’ll find her, don’t worry. We’ll also figure out how to restore your voice, just rest easy.” Nightmare took the picture and vanished, likely to seek out more information.

“Sister will save her, don’t worry. Now be at ease. Robin here and Nicole down the hall are not bad people even if they are caribou.” Celestia teased at me, and I rolled my eyes in good humor.

“Hey~! Why isn’t miss Robin a fox anymore! She was so pretty!” Applebloom complained childishly, and Sweetie nodded in agreement while Scootaloo shrugged.

“Because I need to sneak around looking like a Caribou, so I’m not found out,” I told them calmly. “That said, apparently I’m considered very beautiful to other caribou, am I less pretty now?” I pouted and quirked a brow at Applebloom, who pouted back.

“Naw, yer still pretty. But yer still a caribou. When will ya change back?” Applebloom’s question actually gave me a feeling of dread and apprehension. I trust Nighty with my life, but the process she had to go through to change me was so scary, I don’t want to go through with that again if I can help it. Also, I like being like this. I haven’t been this way long, and already I don’t want to go back. What is up with me?

The lights wiggled about me, giggling like it was a funny joke. Even the freaky echo one joined, but that one was much louder. Okay, the ladies I like, but whoever that is, shut up already.

“Maybe someday, but not right now,” I stressed to her, and I think some of my fear may have bled through because everyone looked worried now. “It’s nothing! I’m fine! I’m gonna go check in on Nicole, bye~!” I hurriedly walked away from the group in the hall, barging into Nicole’s room for safety from scrutiny. I’m not crazy! Ignore the totally sane cow fleeing from you.

“Oh, hey, Robin!” Nicole greeted from her place resting on her bed, reading another book that thankfully was not squiggly as her belly looked a bit smaller. “My body is done with your sperm, so it’s starting to absorb it.”

“Ah, good. I was afraid if you stayed that big and just got bigger that Tia might jump you again.” I joked as I neared her and she looked surprised as I got into bed with her and started snuggling.

“Oh, I would love that.” She sighed, licking my neck and rubbing my still-clothed groin. “I love your new ‘female’ body.” Nicole purred as I pulled her into a tight snuggle, causing her belly to slosh. “Mm~ so clingy today. Want to talk about it?”

“No.” I firmly dodged, putting my snout against her neck and wanting just to forget the stress. I don’t want to think about my gender issues or my questionable sanity right now.

“Okay.” She purred, kissed between my antlers, it was oddly soothing as she did that, and slipped her hand down my pants as she rubbed my back. She didn’t pay attention to my balls or sheathe, but kept her attention on my vagina. “Want me to play with you?”

“I’d rather not, I just want someone here.” I don’t want to face all the revelations I’ve had today. I just want to sleep, and sex might not help this time.

“Then just stay still, and I’ll keep you safe.” Nicole cooed, picking her book back up and reading as she nuzzled and hugged me, quickly sending me to sleep as her cheek rubbed between my antlers-how do our antlers not get in the way when laying on pillows? Also, Nicole seemed uncomfortable, somehow.

“Hey Nicole, do you know why our antlers aren’t messing up the bed?” I asked in idle curiosity, not bothering to open my eyes.

“Oh, they bend so we can sleep. An effect of the Slimes we bred with centuries ago.” Nicole chuckled. “Well that, and how elastic our bodies are. The Slimes got us started.”

“Do you know what love is?” I asked absentmindedly making Nicole give me a weird look like I had a second head.

“Not really. It’s just phrase used for a great sex partner you have lots of fawns with.” Nicole told me, and I felt a sinking pit in my chest. “Um, Robin?” I hugged her closer, kissing her cheek and looking her in the eyes, and she looked distinctly confused. “R-Robin?” I kissed her gently on the lips, and she stiffened, but then slowly relaxed into the kiss. I held it for a while, and then went back to snuggling, Nicole looking less uncomfortable than before.