Hyrulequestria

Ch.107

“I miss the feeling already…” Elanor bemoaned as the last of the 70 Uniwolf Pups were taken away. “Fuck...I can’t believe that’s what I’ve been missing out on by being a total bitch…”

“Oh, hush, we’ll get the chance.” I sighed, trying not to admit it that I did too. I still have misgivings with my sister, even if she is quickly getting better thanks to this world being such a good outlet for her vices and much more readily able to deal with her bullshit.

“At least something good came of all this. We’ve lost so much. The entire assembled armies of Equestria, the liberated CFK, the Griffon Empire, and the Dragonlands have been slaughtered or abducted. Not to mention our own troops.” Coldra informed us as she sighed.

“This operation has been a total fucking wash. We didn’t send you guys enough help. We underestimated the powers you were up against.” Alberta stated as she watched the ‘nursery drone’ robot fly up to the Artemis, which had turned to face the Stone Tower Temple, but thankfully wasn’t doing anything rash, like try to fire another blast.

“What, are you able to send more?” Gleaming asked, her armor back on. After this most recent quest, she was still 10 feet tall, but with six arms, bigger boobs, butt, thighs, and a default dangerously delicious dick in those trousers. This final temple has no new Mask for her to use...it’s the Stone Tower Temple. Do we need to go back home, and get all the Mask Girls?

“Uh, where’s Koloktos?” I asked, blinking at realizing she disappeared.

“Oh! Sorry, Kol!” Gleaming called out as she dove a hand into her tits and pulled out Koloktos, who blinked and yawned.

“Do you mind? I was catching up on sleep. Do you need me?” The brass bear mask asked with blinks of her eyes.

“Um, no. I just forgot I put you in there for when I turned into a blob.” Gleaming admitted sheepishly.

“Well then, I’m not exactly bursting with energy right now, so put me back. *Yawn* How can you not be tired? We’ve been going a whole day and night.” Koloktos’ words reminded me that yes, it has been that long. We’ve just been so frantically scramblings it felt shorter.

“I can go months without sleep, but that’s me,” I admitted, remembering when I first became a dryadic slime and basically didn’t sleep for several months before it caught up with me.

“Undead don’t need sleep. At least not often enough to matter. Once a year is good for keeping up our sanity.” Coldra explained for herself and Alberta.

“Sleep helps prevent Hollowing, so it’s good to do.” Alberta reinforced.

“Uh...I’m fine. I could go for a nap with all the stairs, but other than that I’m good.” Gleaming shrugged, then blinked. “You want...okay. Sure.” Gleaming smirked as she pulled up the hem of her torso armor, the Hero’s Garb adjusting to fit in it’s new orientation, exposing her muscular yet gooey four-pack midriff and Sombrina’s shiny pearl. “There you go, now you can see.”

“Back on topic. Can you send more help?” I asked the two Undead Champions as I straightened out the crotch of Elanor and I’s pink leotard. Ivara was maintaining ‘incognito’ mode so much it was hard to remember we were wearing her.

“Maybe. We’d have to see if we can contact Wiatr to find out.” Alberta told us.

“Then that’s a bust. Don’t you remember that her connection got cut off by the Darkness of Evil?” I whined, remembering how Wiatr’s ability to even talk to another dimension was completely shut down. “Well then, we’re at a loss. We’re gonna have to go in as we are.”

“Well, hold on. Maybe we have something that can help?” Gleaming put Koloktos back into her cleavage, and then pulled out the Giant’s Mask. “I could put this on, stomp on over there, and knocked the whole place down.”

“And risk killing Zelda and Celestia?” I scrunched my silver Luna-face snout at the ill-thought plan.

“Well, then, why not ask this guy for help?” Gleaming pulled out good old Robin Hood, who blinked and wolf-whistled at us.

“Well now. If this isn’t a beautiful sight to witness after so long in the depths of a beauty’s bosom?” The vixen mask declared as she ogled us all, waggling her eyebrows.

“Is that Robin the Fucking Hood of Loxley?” Alberta asked in astonishment.

“Usually not put that crassly or thoroughly, but yes! I am Robin Hood of Loxley, good citizen of the town of Nottingham.” Robin announced, and suddenly Ivara leapt off of Elanor and I, grabbing the mask. “Whoa-whoa! Unhand-!” She put the vixen on, and in a flash of light, there was revealed a metal-bionic lithe anthro vixen that looked herself over. “Well...the petite bosom is appreciated milady! Cups that runneth over are quite attractive, but unsuitable to stealth!”

“Figures. Warframes are attracted to the things that inspired their designs. Ivara was literally inspired by tales of Robin Hood. It’s why she’s the Stealth/Archer Frame.” Coldra informed us. “Guess we have really competent sneaky help now.”

“Wait. Tales of Robin Hood in this dimension poses her as an amazonian buff and busty vixen able to overturn a town in search of corruption.” I blinked at this dichotomy, baffled, especially since I had been forced to experience the difference for myself.

“Huh?” Alberta asked before yipping as Robin easily hefted the taller-than-her fully armored woman over her head by the hips.

“Huh. It still works!” Robin cheered before setting Alberta back down. “Onwards to adventure! Treasure! And comely wenches!” Robin then looked back down at herself. “And maybe handsome lads as well!”

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I nervously once again asked my mom, the daring mercenary Wolf O’Donnell.

We’d added mom back to the party, who had the Redfang parked in the hangar for maintenance and was exhausted from hours-straight of fighting Bubbles before escaping above the Veil of Darkness and being hailed by the Artemis. There when we encountered her after Robin and Ivara did a Potara Fusion, she suggested she pilot a dropship as far north as we could manage since the radar of the Artemis could scan into the darkness from within the Crystal Empire, and the ground was swarming with monsters.

“Sweetie. Is she, or is your mother not a battle-hardened veteran mercenary?” Mom demanded of me with a false saccharine tone that made me flinch back from her.

“Mom. You used to be a chef.” Elanor snarked back, getting us pistol-whipped for our sass without mom even turning away from her piloting console.

“Used to be is the operative term, Ellie. This flying tub may not be Redfang but I can still evade even those oversized soap bubbles in this thing.” Mom insisted as she waved her laser blaster around.

“Okay, okay. Well, I’m baking when we get home.” I huffed and sulked as the others were deathly silent, visibly scared of my mother.

“Since when were you a drug addict in this world Navi?” Mon demanded with disappointment in her tone, which made me straighten back up and bristle.

“Not that kind of baking! I meant cake! Cookies! Brownies! Muffins! Anything besides drugs! Never again!” I bellowed angrily. “My fiance is gonna save the fucking world, and I’m damn well gonna make her the biggest, best cake in history for it!”

“Uh, I’m more of a pie person?” Gleaming butted in, only to shrink back as I fired a betrayed and upset look at her. Cake is the ultimate expression of gratitude and love in food form! How can she not like it~?! “Cake is good! Especially chocolate! Dark chocolate on chocolate icing with chocolate cream!”

“BWAHAHAHAHHA!” Elanor laughed at witnessing me actually manipulate my fiance, even if I did it unintentionally. I, I would’ve made her a pie if she wanted...

“Baby, if my future daughter in law butchers the description of a German Triple Chocolate Cake again, I won’t be responsible for any laser holes she gains during this flight.” Mom sweetly threatened of us.

“I’ll thoroughly reeducate her in the kitchen!” I frantically declared, waving my hands in front of me. I forgot one of my mom’s requirements for a significant other is that they must know how to cook.

“Hey!” Gleamy whined, and I bit my lip. Please shut up Gleamy. Don’t dig a hole!

“Well, good to know what silly family I’m marrying into.” Carmine, who had returned from her spawn point in the ruins of the battlefield, commented from her co-pilot seat next to Mom. “You’re all so fun and sexy. I’m glad I knew a good thing when I saw it in Cutie.”

“My daughter is such a catch, I know. I’ve always told her she was special.” Mom gushed to my definitely-a-fiance lover, and I put my face in my hands in embarrassment.

“She has this presence that makes you wanna hug her, kiss her, bend her over and fuck her. Then she’s such an adorable dork when you least expect it.” Carmine continued, making me feel so flushed in the face I think my ears might be glowing red, which wasn’t helped by Elanor smirking and nodding our head in agreement.

“She didn’t used to be this way, but I get the feeling. Only, I’d rather bend over and have her be the one-.”

“Are we there yet?” I desperately questioned, hoping I wouldn’t have to suffer from Mom and Carmine waxing poetic about me any more than I have to.

“Actually, yes. This place is surprisingly devoid of those annoying Bubbles. I’ll be dropping you off outside. Good luck ladies.” Mom said as she brought us in for a landing, opening the right bay door, letting us jump down to the stone ground exposed by the lights of the ship. It closed up and flew off back south with Carmine staying aboard, citing she needed to be at the hospital with Zoey, which we all understood was the most important thing for her right now, she just wanted to see us off.

“Alright, so what are we up against?” Gleaming asked me, causing the group to turn to me.

“I think I remember mentioning this place to you before. It’s basically an ultimate trial. It will have puzzles, enemies, and obstacles that will need every trick you’ve learned, and some you may not have considered with the tools you already have. If it sticks to form with the source material, then you can expect this temple to literally turn your world upside-down.” I told my fiance with grave seriousness.

“So we’re gonna die. Good to know.” Alberta casually replied as she walked towards the ledge which led into the abyss, her golden solar armor’s light not reaching far into the empty dark. “Why did she drop us off at a cliff? Is it behind us?”

“No, it’s just a cliff wall over here,” Coldra reported when she walked a few paces the other way, her silvery moonlight armor illuminating the walls, revealing disturbing markings drawn into the rock. “What is this? Hieroglyphs or something?”

“Stone Tower Temple is a place of Death. It’s for the worship, idolization, and acceptance of Death. That said, it’s inherently dangerous. The entrance alone should be a perilous series of floating stone platforms to jump across an abyss to reach.” I informed everyone.

“You know, should we have the others with us?” Gleaming asked as she looked out into the abyss. “I’m sure at least one of them would’ve had a good solution to finding the way in.”

“Can’t we just fly?” Elanor reminded us.

“Please don’t tempt it, sis. Every time you’ve made a suggestion it’s backfired horribly. I think Murphy is just using you as an excuse to escalate matters.” I replied with all seriousness.

“Oh come on, it’s just a bottomless pit of darkness between us and what you say is the entrance! Just-!” Suddenly red laser blasts launched from the darkness, striking Elanor and I and sending us tumbling to the ground. “Fine! Fuck my suggestions!”

“I’m just going to start solving the puzzle. Wait, where did Robin go?” Gleaming asked before a stone totem pole fell from across the abyss, bridging the gap.

“Solved the platforms while you were chattering,” Robin yelled from the side. “Knocked a free-standing carved pillar down for you.”

“Um, maybe we should just go, and stop talking?” Gleaming suggested as Robin was already moving into the darkness again.

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“WHAT IS WITH THIS PLACE?!” Gleaming wailed as we continued running from the giant spiked stone that was rolling along the path at us. The stone even had the gall to have disturbing smiling faces carved into it all over.

“I WARNED YOU!” I wailed as we jumped across a gap that suddenly appeared in the pitch-dark dungeon, landing before a door locked with a Small Lock, which Coldra heartlessly opened with her Master Key as the spiked boulder fell into the abyss of the gap, only to cause a thud back at the beginning of this hallway and the rumbling to start back up.

“How?” Coldra asked.

“Don’t bother!” I hissed as we entered the next door.

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“Oh god why?! WHY~?!” Alberta wailed, the whole temple having been flipped upside down or rather, gravity’s effect on us having been flipped and forcing us to go through every single room back down the tower while still climbing up.

“It's the gimmick of this place. Just keep going.” I gagged, Elanor having a bit of Vertigo.

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“Whoever designed this place is evil, I hope they died a slow, awful, no-good death.” Gleaming whimpered as she used the Elegy of Emptiness, a song taught to us by a lich we had to fight halfway up the tower, the first trip ‘up’ the tower.

“Yes, I want that.” Robin groaned. “Not for me, for them,” Robin said as a mutilated, stitch-faced and bodied Frankenstein's monster screaming-in-agony version of Gleaming Shield as a statue was left on the switch, so we wouldn’t have to abandon someone to continue on.

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“I’ve lost track of time, how fucking long has it been since we got here?” Elanor whined after we finally reached the first floor, aka; the top floor of the obnoxiously deadly and tall dungeon. Thankfully whole sections of the tower both ways were giant single chambers and we didn’t have to go up dozens of floors to achieve the same distance, but it has been a long time in here.

“About three days,” Coldra informed us as she checked a timepiece on her left wrist, which then molded back into her armor. “You sure none of you are exhausted yet? We can guard you while you rest.”

“Not as far as I can tell.” I was fine, knew I’d still be fine, but... “Ellie? You’re the one bringing it up, are you-.”

“I’m fucking tired dipshit! I may be able to go for days without rest, but it’s been nearly a week since this whole thing started!” Elanor huffed and yanked me off, revealing she was completely unaltered from wearing me for so long. Even Luna got changed from wearing me, what makes Elanor and Mom so special they can wear me and alter me but I can’t alter them? “I wanna crash in a corner or something.”

“Um, I’m fine, but I am starting to get a bit drowsy,” Gleaming admitted with a bit of shame as if being tired was a crime or something. “I blame the Lens of Truth we found and how it uses up so much mental energy and magic.” The magic was no issue, as I and Gleamy knew. Her tits were a literal bottomless well of mana potions.

“Well alright then. I guess we’ll-hey!” I huffed as Elanor slapped me onto Gleaming’s face, causing me to overtake her form and instinctively shrink down to my tiny fairy size. “At least warn me! Slapping me onto someone is rude!”

“Blah, blah, fuck off I’m gonna sleep.” Elanor stumbled and fell face-first onto the stone floor of this otherwise pitch-black main entryway of the dungeon, snoring inelegantly.

“Wow. She really had to sleep.” Gleaming commented from my lips, the voice of Luna still so new to me. I may miss having my own voice, but Luna’s voice is so sexy, so I’m okay with it. “Now that I’m wearing you though, I feel tired too.” Huh?

“What? But I’m not tired!” I thought hard, I made a tree recently! TWO trees recently! Those tend to energize me due to how much magic and life energy literally flows into and through me. But then again, my trees are just that; trees. They’re not getting sunlight. None of my trees are getting sunlight. At least, not in this realm. “Oh, no...I...I might be rapidly getting drained. My trees aren’t getting light. I’m used to just feeling ‘okay’ when it comes to energy unless I’ve been fucked utterly senseless. But now that I’m focusing on it...” I feel...drained.

“Maybe if you sleep it’ll help?” Coldra suggested as Alberta oddly became brighter, her solar themed armor shining on me. “Tone it down Alberta! If that would help, she wouldn’t be feeling at all tired since she’s been around you for days straight.”

“Hmph, whatever. Look, if you’re losing strength due to not having sunlight for what are clearly your anchors to the realm, then sleeping isn’t going to help you. You’re going to get more and more tired. It’s best if we leave big, busty, and bitchy here to sleep while we continue on.” Alberta huffed as she put a boot-clad paw on Elanor’s purple bubbly booty, which stuck out proudly with her huge ass turning her pink leotard into butt-floss.

“But…” I can’t just leave her here! She’s my sister! Sure she pisses me off, but I’m getting over it. She’s also been my host for so long and continuously without asking for much other than to put up with her bitchiness, which again I’m getting over it. “I can’t. If sleeping won’t help me, then at least let me stay with her to make sure she’s safe. You’ll be fine inside. I know you will.”

“Um. How can you stay with her?” Gleaming asked as I sized her up to her full size before pulling myself off of her.

“Put me on her. While she’s sleeping, I can still stay awake. The same thing happened with my mom when we turned Luna into her moon with cum and foals.” I informed them, the latter statement causing both Alberta and Coldra to perk up so much I think I saw their breasts swell a little and their ears move their helmets up a bit.

“Wait, Lois said you were flying when she woke up! That means you can still come with us while Elanor is sleeping.” Gleaming then put me back on my sister’s face, and I sat up.

“I guess, but I’ll try to keep from shaking her too much.” I stood up, and we turned towards the massive locked door that the dungeon denied us accessing the moment we entered. Now though, Coldra could mercilessly unlock it with her Master Key and we could get this final showdown done.