Hyrulequestria

Ch.112

“Are you okay?” Volvagia asked us upon entering the Royal Suite and seeing us where We lay upon our bed, having just escaped Samantha's blissful clutches. We had an ice pack on our groin. We’d reabsorbed our male genitals, but some phantom pain from how raw Sam had run us still lingered and the ice helped.

“We’ve attempted to breed Gohma and then bred Navi’s eldritch lover Samantha. Samantha was absolutely voracious. It didn’t help that she was the size of a mountain and We were forced to use nearly all of Navi’s banked slime and that rather pleasurable inflating ability of hers to be able to fornicate with the entity.” We groaned as just remembering it both aroused us and exhausted us.

To think, Samantha’s wild slide into becoming an eldritch broodmother was sparked by Navi. Now the wolfess was an absolute sexual terror. Knowing how Fertile and Virile We are, she must be so pregnant with all the goo-cum We pumped into her, even if it didn’t visibly show. Once We had expended our reserves, We fled while the entity was sated and unable to demand a twelfth round of sex. We’re good, but We’re not Lily good.

Is it too late to ask for the Sex Aspect back?

“Wow. I was going to ask why Gohma is a broodmother full of larva eggs and your assistant was a fucked-out wreck in her private quarters.” Volvagia said as she straightened her office attire, a red blouse and black pencil skirt that fit her just slightly too tightly, forcing her to leave a few top buttons open for cleavage and the skirt was short enough the 10-foot tall dragoness seemed about to flash people her panties just by walking.

“What?! That’s great!” We gushed overhearing that Gohma was pregnant. “Oh! It must be because Wiatr’s older sister came for a visit when We found her Token. She was rather restrained compared to Wiatr actually. But when she whipped out that absolutely perfect penis, slapping it down onto Cudri’s body, running from her vagina to her lips, she just drove us both absolutely nuts.” We admitted with our tongue lolling out our mouth, a bit of drool joining it. Oh~ We want to feel that cock! Taste it! Worship it! Cudri got such a treat!

“That’s...I suppose we’re just lucky we’re not all balls of various babies then. Oh! Right, I got something for you. Helma had a postal cucco deliver it to me since it’s technically a valuable good. It was sent from the Black Isles Temple.” Volvagia puffed out a bit of her golden fire, which then formed into a box and poofed away, dropping a plain brown box package into her hands. “It’s addressed to ‘The Sexy Moon Goddess full of Foals, From Urta’.”

“Okay, let's open it.” We huffed as We sat up and took the package. It was a simple thing to use magic to rip the box open and find a platinum-plated flask with a sexy dakimakura of Urta in her nude glory, sexy cock included on one side and the word Nourishing on the other with intricate runes carved into that side and along the bottom and edges. “Okay...” We mused before unscrewing the attached lid and taking a drink, tasting cum, milk, and something else.

It also took the edge off of our slowly gnawing hunger. That one mouthful felt as filling as a whole tub of Tirek’s magic milk! We began chugging, the flask somehow not running out of the tasty mixture, Volvagia gawking at us. It only took a few dozen mouthfuls to feel satisfied, and one last gulp to start to feel a bit too full, so We stopped and sighed. “Ah~ that hits the spot.”

“Um, while you drank, the engraving’s breasts and balls were glowing,” Volvagia informed us, and We smirked. If it did come straight from the tap, We’d be sure to give Urta a good time...after We fulfill the Prophecy of New Hope that is.

“We don’t care. Tis a grand thing, satisfying our incredibly massive brood and us as well. T’would make sense, considering Urta is a goddess with Fertility as a minor aspect, yet is eternally pregnant and is truly the size of our moon, or larger! She must be nourished somehow. Clearly this flask is the answer to that mystery.” We informed Volvagia as we took another gulp, feeling overfull, but quickly began converting it to raw biomass slime. This will help us maintain our reserves so much easier!

“Uh, so can I try?” Volvagia asked as We kept the flask out of reach. “Please~?”

“Tis cum, milk, and a third unknown ingredient.” We warned her, and she looked a bit surprised, but licked her lips and smirked a bit, still holding out a hand. “Very well, knock thyself out.”

“Hopefully it doesn’t.” Volva joked as she took the flask, and knocked back a swing, humming as she drank one mouthful, then choked as her belly suddenly swelled and she tossed the flask back to us, coughing and gurgling up the musky mixture, actually projectile vomiting the thick liquid which was a pink-white and coating one of the walls until she stopped, falling to her hands and knees, which was a near thing since her belly, which had exploded out of her blouse, was almost holding her up. “Garg! Gah! Oh~! So full~!” Volva wailed, the pink cum/milk drooling from her jaws.

“Holy shit! Art thou alright?!” We asked in shock as We hovered over our dragon lover, the Nourishing Flask capped and shoved into our cleavage for safety.

“I will be.” She groaned as she held her belly, which protested and she even burped, then farted as clearly her body was under intense pressure. Thank gosh dragons are so resilient! If it was anyone else, they’d have exploded! “Ugh, I need to get this out! How do I get this out?” She groaned before repeating her sonorous belch.

“We think perhaps thou had best sleep it of, let thine body process it.” We worriedly suggested.

“Ugh~. Gonna have to go to the bathroom so much...” Volvagia lamented as We helped her onto the bed, setting up the pillows and blankets to keep her stable and We even ripped her clothes off so she’d be comfortable. We could just buy more from Rarity anyway. Oh, right, she’s stuck in the Crystal Empire...well, whenever she gets back then.

“Now then, to check on Cudri. She did receive the sexual ministrations of Aventurine directly after all.” We ran our fingers through Volvagia’s golden fire-like mane before teleporting down to the foyer. Teleportation was possible again, now that the Power of Evil wasn’t blocking easy magical transportation. From there, We flew through the halls to the servant quarters.

“Hello, Princess,” Kevin said, walking at pace with our flight somehow with his clipboard up and being written on. “I have all the plans for your wedding done. I have also taken steps to ensure you have the best security available from both the Dark World and our realm during it. Nothing short of Demise himself will interrupt you.”

“What are thou doing here?! How art thou already here?!” We demanded in shock. There is no way that anyone just walked the distance between the Crystal Empire and the Everfree within a week! It may only be a few hours by wing, but it would be at least a day by magic carriage, and weeks by foot!

“I am very efficient.” He told us.

“Tis not possible regardless of diligence! Reveal thine secret, knave!” We demanded furiously of the Assistant of Evil, who merely adjusted his tie, which got blown over his shoulder by our Royal Canterlot Voice.

“I simply made a Contract with the wind to carry me here. Or rather, to blow strongly at my back. Then I made a Contract with the earth to keep me balanced, so I wouldn’t falter. I then speed-walked all the way here at a speed comparable to a long-distance marathon runner.” Kevin simply informed us, and We sighed. Navi knows from experience how fast and far such a runner can go since Trachea ran from Everfree to Abyssinia within a day in a roughly straight line.

“Very well. Hast thou signed a Contract, reinforced with thine own magic that thou shalt not betray, nor otherwise harm us, our family, holdings, or other good people of Hyrule either directly or indirectly?” We questioned as We continued to hover higher than him, only now noticing We were still nude, and promptly grew a bikini over our privates and nipples.

“Of course. I will not let you nor those you protect come to harm.” He said with a slight bow.

“Good. Now then, We were-.”

“Assassin Assistant Advisor Cudri is recovering from her passionate tryst in her room. You’ll find she is well if a bit affected by her encounter with a Sex Goddess.” Kevin informed us dutifully. “I have already written up a recovery plan for her if you would be alright with delivering it to her?” Kevin pulled a sheet a paper from his clipboard and handed it to us. Written in Kanji. Ugh…

“Yes, of course. Please, do what thou can.” We told him with a smile if annoyed. “Thou has our permission to do any changes thou sees fit to help protect us, so long as it does not cause undue harm to others.”

“I am a strong believer of equivalent exchange and karmic retribution Princess Lunahisa. You can be reassured of that.” Kevin replied in his bland and professional way, but the dark gleam in his eyes caused us shivers and not the good kind.

“V-very good, as art We, within reason.” We then flew onward towards Cudri’s personal room. As our aide and protector, she got better lodgings than most of the servants of the castle. When We got there, We knocked, getting a groan in response. Taking that as permission, We entered to see the petite mare sprawled out on her bed, coated in dried sweat and smelling rank with sex, sweat, and female satisfaction. “Art thou well Cudri?”

“Ugh...fantastic…” The mare managed to rasp out. “Can’t feel my legs.”

“Getting a cock as long as thine torso shoved up thine cunt would certainly do that if it didn’t kill thee.” We chuckled and approached her, scanning her magically for ailments and banishing the stickiness clinging to her with a cleaning charm. “Not pregnant. Good. Knowing how fantastically virile Wiatr and likely Aventurine are, thou would be showing already, if not an immobile ball of foals by this point.”

“Thank you for that.” Cudri wryly chuckled with a tired grin. “I’d do it again though, even at that risk.”

“What is this? Dost our ears deceive? Hast Cudri declared that pleasure is worth interrupting duty for?!” We teased the mare, who responded by tossing a pillow at us, which We caught with a laugh. “Now that thou sees the wonder of experiencing pleasure beyond duty, mayhaps thou shalt be less of a stick in the mud.”

“Sure. Let me have my way with you behind closed doors now and then and I’ll be happy and satisfied like this on the regular.” Cudri smirked, the afterglow clearly still tingling through her body even now. “But Aventurine did say a lot of stuff about Contracts, my Desires. I didn’t fully understand, being fucked stupid, but it seemed serious.”

“Oh dear. Um, perhaps this will help then?” We handed her the paper that Kevin gave us, and upon speed reading it, she bolted up in the bed, all her exhaustion gone.

“Nani?! Sekkusu ga watashi o ōkiku suru to iu koto wa dōiu imidesu ka?!” Cudri bolted out of the bed, stumbling over to a dresser, and pulled out a roll of twine, unrolling it and holding it up against a wall, where she stood next to it, held the spot where the top of her head was, then ran her hands down the string. “...I’m an inch taller...I get bigger when I have sex. That bitch! She, she’s forcing me to experience my fetish!”

“Huh, what?” We asked.

“I, uh, ahem. I have a growth fetish. Not an instantaneous growth fetish, but a gradual one. I, I get aroused at the idea of a scrawny stallion going to the gym, and getting bigger, buffer, sexier-ahem. You get the idea. It doesn’t happen right away, but it does over time. I, I get aroused by it.” Cudri admitted meekly as if it was weird.

“And thou’rt living it?” We chuckled as she blushed brightly.

“Y-yes. Every time I have sex, I’ll get bigger. Not just taller, but buffer, bustier, thiccer. I...I can’t...I’d have to give up being an assassin and reregister as a brute. The memo I read also said there might not be a limit! I could become a giantess…” Cudri started drooling, then stopped herself. “Sorry, Princess. I’m going to need to be even more cold turkey than before! My duty comes first!”

“No~!” We whined this isn’t what We wanted for her~! We wanted her to loosen up, stop being such a stick in the mud! “Tis a contract, right?! Can thou not renegotiate?”

“Th-the price I’ve already apparently agreed to pay in my lust-addled mindset is way too much as it is! I don’t think she’ll let me back out.” Cudri bemoaned, plopping her naked petite butt on her bed.

“What is it that Aventurine wanted in exchange for this curse?” As sexy as it was, it endangered Cudri’s very way of life. If anything could be considered a curse, this could definitely count.

“She...um...ahem. The Thestrals of both our world and her world have suffered a distressingly sharp population decline. After achieving a certain, um, size, then I would bear both our realm, and her realm o-one th-thousand Thestral foals...e-each...” Cudri was blushing incredibly heavily and also looking distinctly worried. “That said, reaching that vaguely hinted size would completely ruin any hope of a normal life, the end of my career, make me an exile from the village.”

“Thou would have a place here. With us. So even if thou decides to change thine mind, know that thou’rt not alone.” We put our hands on Cudri’s shoulders, then sighed. “We just wanted thee to take the staff out of thine rear, not be cursed for indulging.” Then We grumbled as We rubbed our skinny waist. “What are We Aventurine? Chopped Liver? We could’ve born thou such a sum of foals with ease.” Then again, the prophecy would be false if We did.

“The note that, um...Kevin? Yes, Kevin, wrote for me says that she did not wish to enter a Contract with you. Something about you having too many obligations as it stands.” Cudri nodded firmly at this. “That said! What are we doing here? We’ve wasted half the day! I’ll have to reschedule most of your appointments for tomorrow! Then there’s the formal dinner with Barisa and other nobles regarding the state of affairs!”

We whined pitifully in the face of our responsibilities.

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“Die! Potato! Die!” We heard from the kitchen as living food ran about, the cooks running after them.

“It’s Muffin Time!” We heard as a living muffin tried jumping into our mouth, which we prevented. “Why won’t you let me die?!”

“Is thine kitchen always so...animated?” We asked Barisa in bemusement, who was ignoring the rather eccentric situation, even grabbing a baked potato soldier and eating the screaming creature without a care.

“It’s just Pinkie Pie and Tara. They come over for dinner about twice a week, and every time they insist on trying to cook themselves. Tara can’t touch a kitchen utensil without bringing whatever she’s making to life, and Pinkie promptly convinces them to misbehave. They’re not actually alive though. Tara has declared they have no souls, they’re just personas imprinted on inanimate objects. Old magic she says.” Barisa informed us as she dipped a pleading biscuit into some crying gravy, and ate it without remorse. “Also it apparently fulfills this fetish Pinkie calls Vore. I don’t care to learn more.”

“But...they are not here. How is this happening right now?” We asked in confusion, and Barisa snorted.

“They’re leftovers. Tara and Pinkie make far too much food in their experiments to somehow get Tara to stop animating whatever she cooks.” Barisa explained. “They were literally beating on the refrigerator door, and the cooks were getting unnerved by it, so I decided it would be best to be rid of them sooner rather than later.”

“I must say, however, that this is rather unusual.” Commented Blueblood, a handsome and rather ruggedly down-to-earth noble that survived the purge of the nobles when Equestria was occupied due to him having been a colt when it happened. He had a scar across his cheek from when he mouthed off too much to his minders, which actually enhanced his natural good looks. “I don’t think Rarity would approve.”

“Your leash-holder isn’t here Bluey. Relax.” Stated Fancy Pants, another noble that survived, but mostly due to his quick surrender for the sake of his people. He was middle-aged and thus older than everyone here save Us and Barisa. The other elected nobles were all having fun further down the table, engaging in a ‘food war’ by commanding their edible soldiers against one another on the table.

“Why are they doing war?” Spitfire huffed, the pegasus mare being the only military commander of the air fleets to live through the war, both before and the failed Battle of the Crystal Empire who wasn’t changed into a caribou. She was wearing a blue and yellow bodysuit that reminded us to wear ours more often. They’re comfy and sexy. “War is not fun.”

“It is if it’s without risk, or loss of life.” We countered, remembering the times Navi had fun playing strategy games. “Several of these nobles will be thine future colonels and generals, General of the Airforce Spitfire. They’d best have such tactical minds for the future in case Evil or other elements decide that war is once more acceptable.”

“I still don’t understand how I am the Fleet Admiral. The most experience I had with ships before we were occupied was when Mother would take me on trips.” Blueblood huffed in exasperation. “That said, we don’t even have a fleet. Also, how does this work GoA Spitfire? Our ships are of the aerial variety, how can we have a separate Navy and Airforce?”

“It’s complicated kid, I’ll walk you through it later.” Spitfire sighed. “But whatever, best we all have fun before shit inevitably hits the fan again.”

“Indeed. Now then, let us chat amicably since we’re clearly not going to get anything official done tonight.” Barisa smirked, and We snorted. She definitely set this up.