Hyrulequestria

Ch.119

We awoke to the morning sun at our back, as always, and did our morning stretch to the sky. However, We could barely move. We rubbed our gravid belly with a sigh, the swell getting bigger and bigger every morning. How Tama-no-ki did this, and reverted to normal when We left We had no clue. Our fecund mound extended over Castle Everfree, casting it into an even denser shadow if We were in Tama-no-ki at midday. We looked ready to pop with nearly 15 children, but this was only because this was the limit of what Tama could project for comfort.

“Hail beautiful matron!” We heard below us. We looked down around our curves to the side to see a knight sitting in our garden, the figure wearing ancient armor and a rusted sword. “Good fruit you have!”

“Ah, good morning traveler. Feel free to partake of our fruit as thou pleases.” We quietly called down. It was still morning after all, and We learned long ago that as a tree, our voice at this size was loud enough to keep the whole city awake, and people were still sleeping at dawn’s light. As for the fruit, We began producing legume-shaped fruit pods a month ago. They bear seeds, normal seeds for Tama-no-ki and not Royal Juraian seeds, thank goodness. Our fruit was something of pride for us. It tasted like tamarind, but sweeter and less sour. It still cooked like it according to Wolf, who was pregnant again by the way. She needs to stop knocking herself up with Carmine’s disembodied dick...

“It’s good to find Hyrule again, though it’s so different than it was during the Era of Prosperity.” He said as he leaned back against the decorative rock where one of the Garden ‘volunteers’ would’ve been perched had that one not rotated last night. “I’ve returned from the Realms Beyond with maps and news! I have found Termina, Lorule, the Demon realms, and far more! Where is the King or Queen?”

“Oh? Well, good knight, thou hast happened upon one of the rulers of the realm. Hyrule is no longer unified, unfortunately. Too many terrible things have happened and splintered the lands and the people.” We called down and rolled out of our tree. Yes, rolled. We were a sphere now, when not compressed by our navel pearl. We only had one month left, and We exceeded Luna’s original feat of 20 feet by double at 40 feet with breasts each 10 feet across. Of course, unlike before, our unified Slime form adopted the caribou trait of full-body devotion to the womb.

We let gravity roll us off our snout, and then compressed and shrunk into our tiny fairy form, flying a polite distance away from the knight in a green dress. Even this was hard though since our bosom would’ve left us immobile had We not gotten tiny Pearl Studded nipple piercings from Wiatr to shrink them too. “Wow. Who are you?”

“We art Princess Lunahisa Hyrule. There is no king or queen at this time due to none of us being married.” Which was something else wracking our nerves of late along with the threat We posed to Hyrule, and Lunarule. We art so enormous, and not just our mobile body. The moon. Us. We had easily tripled in size! Before We were, at best, 300 feet across. Our moon was so small then, only so large due to our magic passively enhancing its visibility, an illusion. Now it was 900 feet in diameter and growing by several feet each day.

“Ah, well good thing I’m not a priest of old as well as a Knight, or I’d die of a stroke at the sight of a princess with child before marriage.” He chuckled and stood to bow to us politely. “I am Sir Regal. Of the princesses ruling the lands, would you be of the highest authority?”

“As much as We dislike it, yes.” We’d truly grown tired of being a ruler. Certainly, We’d been mostly absent due to our condition, but every moment We had to deal with paperwork, talk to nobles, petitioners, judges, what-have-you. We felt crippling boredom and a desire to be absolutely anywhere else or doing anything else. We were unanimous on this, it wasn’t just Navi and Eris. We miss the days of old, where simpler problems were all We had to face.

“A reluctant leader is better than a power-craving maniac milady. I have the charts to the realms beyond. We’ll be able to finally travel freely between realms once more.” Sir Regal declared proudly and knelt before us, presenting his rather overfull travel knapsack, scrolls practically bursting out of its button-held flap.

“Ah...yes. About that. Sir Regal, thine duty is complete. But...We art hosting a new realm to colonize. One within us, within the moon.” We declared, letting a few feet of belly free to rub and use as emphasis.

“Truly?” He asked with a smile in his tone. “Another to explore, it’s been such a wonderful adventure to explore. Could you please task me to chart this new realm?” We blinked at his offer. Certainly, he cannot be serious? He spoke of the Era of Prosperity, that is so ancient that it was before Demise before Skyloft was created, before the Cycle of Hatred. He cannot be…

“Art thou certain? Thou must be tired. Why not retire, and We task another knight with this?” We gently insisted. He is clearly immortal, or ageless. We cannot tell what species he is, but he should retire and relax.

“Nonsense! My whole existence is to explore! I will climb every mountain, traverse every hillside, sail every sea, and delve every depth! No hell too hot, no heaven too cold! Through wind, sleet, snow and-!”

“We get it!” We sighed in the face of such boundless determination. “At least spend one night resting. Feast and prepare for the journey ahead.” He was tiring us with his energy. Can We just sleep in today?

“Ah. Very well. I will avail your castle of its kitchen and armory. Pleasure to have met you High Princess Lunahisa.” He bowed again, and then cheerily jaunted out of the garden and into the castle.

“Thank gosh. He was exhausting.” Commented Dairy Farmer, one of the mares volunteering for the Garden this month since it was Milky and Giga’s month off again.

“Yeah. Just chatting us up nonstop about his adventures.” Grunted Brass Balls, the stallion volunteer.

“I don’t know, the story about evading that Tarrasque was really riveting.” Commented Chocolate Milk, the other mare volunteer. All three of them were immobile on their own decorative and shaped boulders since it was the end of the month and they’d be relieved by Milky, Giga, and that stallion We keep failing to remember asking the name of along with Gabby returning. Argh. We need to remember to ask him his name next time.

“The Demon Realms were scary.” Dairy Farmer shivered.

“Indeed? Perhaps We can delay him with a request for him to write books on his adventures instead. Such deeds would indeed be popular to read about.” We hummed, it was a good ploy to delay him further. Lunarule is not ready yet. We keep having to stress this. Everyone who has heard about it has asked, and We keep needing to stress that it is not safe or stable yet according to Farore, who was the only one to enter and leave with updates. Hermais and her sisters, nor Todd have returned. Hopefully, they aren’t still in there.

“Hey~!” Called several fairies as they appeared, flashing us their boobs and butts as had become custom after Navi had first asked several to give Aventurine a hey~ several months ago. “Queen Lunahisa! We want to let you know that Tingle has finally finished weaving the Veil together and it’s not so fragile anymore.”

“Tis wondrous news!” We chuckled and hugged the nearest cutie, making her squeal and giggle. “Now our beloved subjects can relax even more.”

Farore popped out of our groin despite being the same size as us and grabbed two of the fairies and then dragged them into us despite us being tiny. This was so incredibly stimulating that We orgasmed with a squeal while our busty lusty subjects gasped in excitement, and dove at us, taking Farore’s action as an indicator that Lunarule needed fairies, and as their Queen, they would be beyond ecstatic to serve the realm our body hosted.

That said, more began appearing and a repeat of the initial fairy orgy Navi had on the deck of the now-deceased King of Red Lions began in the Garden with one of them diving into our cunt.

“OH~!”

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“Sister, you look very happy.” Celestia chuckled as We floated in a wobbly and dazed manner into the dining room a couple hours later.

“Four thousand fairies.” We drooled, a pair of paws wiggling in our cunt still as We wriggled our hips and kept her stuck for pleasure. Farore said she was actually doing work to make the transition safer for us and any denizens traveling within us and without. Work on the Moon Gates within us was beginning, and when they were finished We would be able to send people to Lunarule without unbirthing them. “We just unbirthed four thousand fairies. With the Veil here in Hyrule stabilized at long last, they can be spared for our new realm.”

“It’s only fitting Lulu. You’re their Queen already, why not have them be the first official subjects of your realm?” Zelda smiled as she put down her spoon for her oatmeal.

“Unf, yes~.” We moaned as We rubbed and tickled the fairy’s paws. “Soon. In a month We shalt bear our foals to our realm, and then a month after, they will sadly be young adults and ready to colonize us for any who wish to go to our new world.”

“We should be married then shouldn’t we?” Celestia commented joyfully before kissing our tummy since We were still our tiny fairy form. “Oh, those paws look tasty~.” Celestia giggled at seeing the trapped girl wiggling in us, giving them a few licks and causing our poor subject to squeal and laugh uncontrollably.

“Do not, huff, be cruel Tia.” We hovered away and after one last tiny orgasm, We groaned and convulsed our vagina, pulling her the rest of the way in to join her kin in Lunarule. “Now then, is there anything of importance today? Or art We free?”

“Lulu. I get that you’re sick of being a ruler already, but with Lunarule on the way-.”

“All the more reason We should be left alone.” We huffed at Zelda indignantly. We would literally be the Goddess of Lunarule. Literally be the whole world composing it. Everything there was us. Even if We don’t rule it, and let others rule, it would still be our responsibility. Farore, Din, and Nayru may be crafting it, but We are it, and it is us.

“I have found food!” Regal said as if it was a victory when he entered the dining hall with a sandwich.

“Ah yes, Sir Regal. We actually wish to request thee write thine adventures down into novels for reproduction. A legendary explorer such as thyself would have tales to regale the people for many years.” We formed our green dress on us upon remembering We were nude from the orgy while hoping Sir Regal took the bait.

“Ah, splendid! I will get to it immediately! I am an industrious writer and note keeper. it shouldn’t take more than a month for me to have everything compiled into a suitable read. To the archives!” Sir Regal declared and jaunted out of the room. How as he eating that sandwich through his helmet?

“Was that Sir Regal?” Zelda asked in shock. “When I sent him to chart the outer realms, I had thought him gone forever when he didn’t return before the invasion of Demise.”

“So he is that silly knight you told us tales of as fillies? I thought you were talking about Link.” Celestia commented, and Luna caused us to perk up at remembering those tales now that it was brought up.

“That is wondrous news! Knowing that such a devoted and capable knight will help chart our realm before it is properly colonized is a weight off our shoulders.” We flapped our huge feathery wings in joy, which considering fairy magic were mostly vestigial by this point. Speaking of which, it is a good thing We’re slime, or else We’d be fat with how We rarely walk or do anything physically straining.

“So, about the wedding?” Celestia purred, hugging us into her cleavage.

“We told thee to decide among thyselves. We may be the head of this harem aside from Gleaming Shield, but this isn’t a dictatorship. Things like this are a democracy.” Whilst inefficient and ripe for potential corruption, among friends and lovers, a democratic process was fair and necessary.

“Hm, tomorrow?” Celestia suggested to Zelda.

“Hold on, let me call the others on the Gossip Stone.” Zelda sighed, pulling out a small crystal ball and tapping it. “Hello everyone! We have a question.”

“T-tomorrow?!” We yelped. So soon?!

“So we’re good?” Zelda asked, how did We miss the response?! Was it that unanimous and instantaneous?! “Alright, tomorrow at sunset ladies! Get the gowns from Rarity.” She tapped the stone twice and beamed at us. “At last, we’ll be married!”

“To think you were so against it before mother.” Celestia teased our Minish mother, who faintly blushed bit and leered at us lecherously.

“What can I say, my daughters, are two overbearing temptresses.” Zelda fluttered her eyes at us.

“Also Mother has been sipping penis potions.” Celestia chuckled, causing Zelda to sputter and us to squirm in Tia’s cleavage.

“How did you know that?!” Zelda roared at Celestia in abject horror.

“You don’t lock your door, and I’ve seen you playing with it.” Celestia chuckled. “Care to let us try it before we marry it?” Tia fluttered her eyes back, and Zelda scrunched her snout in a pout.

“Don’t push it, Celestia, there’s always the honeymoon.” Then Zelda looked at us and licked her lips. “The literal honeymoon.”

“Please. Not now.” We buried our face in our hands at that terrible, awful, no good pun. We were quiet as We sat there in Tia’s cleavage, torn between absolute joy, and crippling terror. The Wedding. It would trigger it. We were hoping to stall, hoping that Lunarule would have a chance, possibly be on the cusp of already being done. But knowing Majora, tomorrow evening will start either a new beginning or the end.

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“This is it…” We breathed slowly, psychosomatic it may be, but damn it We need it. We’re trying not to panic. Beyond those doors was the biggest wedding in history. We stood before it, waiting for the high priest to finish the ‘male’ portion of the service. We shuffled uneasily on our lion paws, shifting our beautiful white wedding gown, trying not to pull the veil off our face before it was time, but it felt so confining despite being sheer. We clutched our bouquet full of Poison Joke and various other flowers that appealed to us with how nervous and scared We were along with happiness and excitement on top of that. Is this what Pinkie calls ‘Nervouscited’?

“Yes, it is,” Regal told us as he polished his armor. Father being long deceased and lacking a male to give us away, it fell to Regal as the most senior knight of all the Knights of Hyrule to give us over to our groom, or rather our wife, our Twenty-Six Wives including Carmine In Absentia. The very thought of that many wives made us feel faint. How did it come to this~?

“Do you ever take that off?” We asked to try and distract ourselves from the building terror and eagerness. As soon as this was all over, We were impregnating all of them damn it! We were going to have the best damn honeymoon orgy in history!

“No, it’s been fused to me for many years now,” Regal told us. “It makes using the restroom difficult, not that I’ve seen my member in many years. I found this armor in a realm called Anor Londo, the gods there are very strange. But this armor has been a great lover.”

“Wait, what?” Our shock and concern was interrupted by the doors opening, and the Wedding March playing. We gulped and hooked our arm through Regal’s offered arm to let him guide us in.

They are so beautiful.

Whilst We remember once-upon-a-time feeling breathless upon seeing Navi’s then beloved fiance walking down the aisle, We felt it ten times over, or rather twenty-five times over. Each wore a beautiful white gown, including Gleamy who refused to wear a tuxedo, citing it was too confining and wouldn’t be mobile enough should the worst happen.

We also felt beyond pleased and embarrassed as they all looked as gobsmacked as We felt. The looks of awe and breathless wonder as they looked at us in our wedding gown made us feel like the most beautiful woman in Hyrule, despite our personal belief that title rightly belonged to Gleaming Shield, whose white slime seemed to take in all light and reflect it back.

We bit our lip as Regal handed us off, and We ascended the few steps onto the dais of the castle chapel, then floated up to be eye-level with Gleaming since she was still towering over us at 10 feet. We nodded and then turned towards the high priest, an old but energetic unicorn stallion who looked like he was about to weep with joy himself on his hilariously tall podium so he was level with us.

“Dearly Beloved. We gather here today to unite these many beautiful ladies together in Harmony.” Invoking us like that. Such a silly stallion. “Whilst unusual, it is not unheard of for herds to form in a devoted polyamory. Know that Harmonia smiles on this union, for she is among those to be wedded.” Aw, shucks, stop that~ tee-hee~! “Know, however, that there is a reason for the protective barriers on the pews.”

The doors slammed in, our heart sunk into our stomach, and We whirled around in fear and felt our body freeze at the sight of a hulking 8-foot tall adonis of a red lion, but with Majora on his face. He wielded a massive black serrated sword that looked like Fi if she were evil, Ghirahim, and was garbed in nothing but an off-shoulder robe like a toga said robe adorned with gold insignias in places. “Aw. Did We miss the I Object part? Or were we too soon?”

“Begone from here! This is the House of Harmonia, and such a form of Discord is not welcome!” The High Priest demanded, and surprisingly, all the wedding guests, who had remained surprisingly calm, were teleported to safety, while We, our fiances, and the High Priest, were teleported along with Majora to a barren field of Hyrule between the Everfree and Canterlot known as Rambling Rock Ridge. “This...is all I can do. Save us!” Pleaded the High Priest, before he collapsed and vanished.

It was all 26 of us, not counting that one of us was four people, standing opposite the enemy in deceptively inappropriate wedding attire. Each of our dresses were prepared for combat when Gleaming Shield declared the wedding was when everything would come to ahead. We looked to Gleaming hopefully, but she only had eyes for Majora Ganon at the moment, Fi drawn and ready.

We opened our mouth, trying to warn them, but nothing would come. We clenched our eyes and grit our teeth, a sob choking in our throat as We turned back to Majora, and We felt his insidious presence in our shared mind, as our body felt strange, pain pierced our navel, and We felt tears rail down our cheeks in resignation as he chuckled in our mind.

“You’ve Met With a Terrible Fate, Haven’t You?”