Hyrulequestria

Ch.120

“Not to worry Princess,” Regal unsheathed his sword, the eyes of his armor turning black as the armor seemed to come to life. “~A Knight of Gwyn never falls~.” Regal’s voice warped as he stood tall and grew boobs for some reason, his armor looking more and more dragon-like.

“Begone pest.” Ganondorf casually dismissed with his deep and rich voice, swatting Regal with a downward wave of redraw Power manifested as magic, but the knight held, even as the earth cracked under him. “Hm, a true Knight of Hyrule. It has been a while.” The Power then wrapped around Regal and tossed him towards the eastern horizon. “Best simply removed.”

“Navi! What can you tell me about their weaknesses?!” Gleaming asked as she ripped away the skirt of her gown, the others following suit, revealing the panties and garter belts holding up our stockings. Don’t be fooled, however. These undergarments are a product of both Rarity’s and Luna’s skills! They’re just as protective as any armor. “Navi!”

“...We can’t.” We closed our eyes again, trying not to cry more openly, thankful for the veil hiding our face. “We cannot see any weaknesses, nor tell thee even if so. Majora has seized the leash on us.” We looked up at her and she looked as stricken with terror as We felt. “Remember? Navi was Displaced by him. Now here, at the end, it is up to thee! Thou must defeat Majora Ganon with thine own skills and strength!”

“Link! Even if the sky goes dark, and the earth should fracture beneath our hooves, never lose hope!” Zelda declared as she stepped forward, summoning a beautiful bow and an arrow of Light as the Triforce of Wisdom shone on her right hand. “Wisdom stands with you, Hero!”

“Better not get cold feet now Gleamy!” Teased Gohma, who was mobile thanks to a navel pearl, and had claw weapons in each of her four hands. “You’d do Courage a disservice if you chicken out now!”

The others all chorused, preparing their various personal weapons. We moved to pull out a weapon from our cleavage, but our body froze when We did. Curse it. “Gleamy.” We brought her attention back to us as Majora Ganon began sedately walking towards us. “We have faith in thee.” At this, Gleaming’s distractingly exposed inner thigh shone golden with the Triforce of Courage, and her face became determined, nodding at us before she sauntered to meet Majora Ganon halfway.

“Y’know Ganondorf, this is a new low for you. Sure, you’ve invaded, butchered the innocent, cast the realm into darkness time, and time again. But never, absolutely never. Have you had the fucking balls.” Gleamy twirled Fi in her left hand. “To crash my.” She flip-cocked her lever-action shotgun in her right hand. “WEDDING!”

“Hmph. So the Hero actually has a voice this time? I’m so used to you staying quiet whenever we meet.” Majora Ganon held up Ghirahim in time to block Fi, the two sentient swords sparking with magic against one another. One of Good, the other Evil. “You’re also female, and incredibly attractive. I’m willing to let you all live if you become my concubines.”

“Not on your life!” Gleaming snarled, pushing the shorter embodiment of Power back and even trying to slug him with a free hand, and then shot him with the shotgun, only for the pellets to scatter on impact with a previously unseen barrier. “If anyone’s gonna be anyone else’s concubine, it’d be you being my studly lion toy, rubbing oil all over those fucking sexy abs and giving us belly dances in nothing but a thong!”

…

“...If you somehow win without killing me, I’ll hold you to that.” Ganondorf purred, his leonine rumble causing us all to perk up a bit.

“I’m okay with this, but enough talk, have at you!” Zelda announced, and the frantic melee began. We could only look on in worry, clutching our hands over our tummy, the pain intensifying. Something is wrong in Lunarule. Farore! Din! Nayru! Any of thee?! Please tell us thou has some means to resist Majora!

“Ah!” Gohma yelped as she landed on her back next to us, a hideous red gash on her shoulder. “Ow~! I’m down...” Gohma hissed before suddenly she popped off of her host and was floating in the air. “Ah! HEY! HELP~!” Gohma vanished in darkness, and We felt our fear rise as Glossa, her host, was left in her place, almost a complete copy of Gohma save her coloration being more black and less grey.

“Gohma!” We cried out.

“Volva no~!” We turned our attention to see Volvagia’s mask vanish in darkness, Mitzi wailing in despair and sobbing on the ground.

“Girls! Getaway!” Gleaming screamed fearfully, dueling Majora Ganon. “What have you done with them?!”

“Silly girl~! I’m just taking back my property~.” Majora lilted as Ganon parried an enraged thrust by Gleaming. “After all, the Villain needs to lose her minions before she can be dethroned.”

“Property?” Navi groaned as horrible memories of her ex-wife popped up. “We are not property!” We hissed, feeling the pain intensifying, our heart hurting at least as much as one by one, each of them were taken.

Helma, Tirek, Jalha, Stalrova, Gyorg, Morpha, Koloktos, Vaati, Ellie. Mom. Even if they moved back, they found themselves yanked from their hosts and abducted. The ones who had hosts despaired, but fought anyway, while those with inanimate objects or hadn’t had their own separate host was left missing from the action entirely.

Then We felt it.

A pulse of agony swept through us and We wailed as We fell to our knees, screaming and crying as our womb felt like it was burning like it was on fire! Blinking through the tears, We looked up at the fighting, seeing the hosts get battered, cut, and otherwise nearly killed. We hissed, holding our stomach as it began to swell in spite of the navel jewel. “No. Please no!”

“Please yes.” Majora whispered in our mind, and then our face felt like our flesh was peeling off and-!

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“NO~!” Gleaming wailed in despair as she watched Lunahisa’s face pop off like the others, but instead of leaving Luna, her body splashed to the ground as nothing but lifeless slime in her wedding dress. Then like all the others, she vanished in darkness. “GIVE THEM BACK!” Gleaming demanded, swinging and stabbing at the monster that had so viciously torn apart her family within moments when they’d been preparing for months.

“There’s nothing to give back~. You’re the one who stole them from me.” Majora got a far more sinister tone at the end as if absolutely appalled about it. “But that’s okay. You’re the Villain! You don’t understand that stealing isn’t okay.”

“Oh, Mom’s been saving this.” Nicole snarled before reaching into her boobs and pulling out, is that a Grey blank-faced mare holding an RPG?

“You made Maud’s friend mad.” The Grey mare said apathetically before shooting the explosive at the muscular master of evil, the blast hitting him hard enough to send them a few feet back. “I can’t really hurt him, Nicole.”

“Any help is appreciated!” Zelda called back, firing another Light Arrow at Ganondorf, who deflected the arrow with Ghirahim as he’d been doing since this desperate battle began.

“ROVER NOT HAPPY!” Wait, who is the diamond dog in the red vest with his upper body hanging out of the top hatch of a tank that sped onto the battlefield from the Everfree? “BOYS FIRE!” The vehicle blasted a high-velocity round at Majora Ganon, who grunted as he was pushed back, a hand grasping the pointed shell while his paws dug trenches in the dirt.

“To think that I didn’t consider a sorcerer of the past would compare to the Masters of the present.” Charswirl snarled as black orbs started appearing and firing at the masked Gerudo King. “Taste Limbo and the Void!” Ganondorf’s response to this was to dodge each one, each one causing him to dance, spin, bend and twirl like some masterful dancer.

“GAH, where is the Hero?!” Roared a blue-green neo-changeling who looked around at everyone, then caught sight of Gleamy and ran up to her, panting for breath. “Been searching for this, it wouldn’t shut up in my head the past several months. Had to go to all sorts of trouble to find it on Lost Island to the far southeast.”

The neo-changeling tried to give Gleaming a bag before Majora suddenly targeted her out of nowhere, sending a blast of red Power that impacted the poor bug-pony who was sent sprawling with at least a broken arm towards her hooves. Gleaming knelt down over the injured changeling as she gasped and weakly held up a cloth sack with her good arm.

She passed out once Gleaming had the bag, and with haste, she opened it up. Within was a mask of a furious white stallion with blank white eyes and a sneer so severe it looked almost disgusted. The red tribal tattoos on it accentuated its harsh features. It was obviously a tool of Majora’s, but things were dire and they were running out of options. She was going to defeat Majora, and get her wives back!

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When We came to, it was to the sight of a chaotic void of swirling colors. Or it was, then We blinked and We were on a shelf, in a depressingly familiar white void-like place where masks upon masks were lined up on shelves floating in the abject nothingness. “So…*sniff* tis come full circle. Back on the shelf where Navi first picked a mask.” Lunahisa sniffled hopelessly.

“L-Lulu!” We gasped and turned our eyes to Mom. Lois was across the aisle from us. “No...he took you too…”

“Shit.” Said Elanor next to Lois with a growl. “Of all of us, you needed to be the one to survive. Damn it. Now, what hope is there?”

“Girls, Gleamy will save us!” Gohma, further down the aisle stated with absolute certainty.

“Gohma, not to be a doubter, but where are we? How will she save us?” Volvagia asked next to us. We couldn’t move at all, aside from our mouth and eyes, and We couldn’t see her save for out of the corner of our eye.

“Only if Majora would give Gleaming the Fierce Deity Mask.” We whined as we all heard footsteps and a man who looked exactly like the Resident Evil 4 Merchant walked by.

“Hm, no. Living Masks scare customers away. Dang It Majora, you know I can’t sell this.” He huffed in a rough cockney accent that was exactly like Aventurine’s accent before walking away. “Oh! A new Master Chief! Hm, the price is about three hundred Moon Tears. Eh, pricey but these sell like Hot Cakes.” He chuckled before he grabbed it, dropped something and vanished.

“We’re here to be sold!” Helma squawked in panic. “We’re gonna be bought, and used, and made into slaves~!”

“D-don’t panic ladies! Do not! Panic!” Stalrova, ever a source of stability, insisted from somewhere to our right. “I’m sure that, should any prospective, *gulp* buyers come by, they’ll be as reluctant as that one to pick us, so long as we keep talking, and displaying a sense of individuality. Most people won’t want a magic artifact with its own sense of self.”

“Nobody’s fuckin’ buyin’ me!” Tirek roared, literally, and seemed to be trying to move. “Gleamy an’ Lulu are the ones for me! I’m not goin’ with nobody else!”

“Oh? Talking masks?” We all gained looks of fear as a gangly figure covered in wrappings and draped in rags walked between us. “Rather unique.” The androgynous figure looked us over and stopped on us. “Hm, a rather beautiful one aren’t you. What’s your name?”

“W-We art Lunahisa, Goddess of-!”

“Hm, a bit mouthy. How about this one?” It plucked someone up, and our heart sank at seeing Jalha, who’d so far been silent and was whimpering fearfully. “Ah, this one is nice and quiet.”

“Please! No! Leave us! We art, not trinkets to be-!”

“But of course you are! You’re here, aren’t you?” The figure held up Jalha, who was crying and sniffling.

“Back off Kesh.” Came a thankfully familiar voice as Aventurine sauntered into view, and hope blossomed within us. “These ladies are a bit too much for thee.”

“Aventurine, pfft, this is Majora’s market, not yours. It’s his rules.” ‘Kesh’ said in blatant dislike.

“His rule may be a First Come First Serve system, but did thou even look at the price he’s asking for,” Aventurine said as she pointed below us.

“Fourteen million?! What in [REDACTED] is he thinking? These can’t be worth that much!” Kesh said in disgust before dropping Jalha on the floor and walking off. “I can’t afford that! I’ll find something else.”

“Shh. Thou’rt alright.” Aventurine shushed the crying Jalha as she picked her up, dusted her off, and...set her back on the shelf. “Don’t worry, help is on the way.”

“C-can’t thou purchase us? Get us out of here?” We asked desperately, and Aventurine grimaced.

“Little fledgeling Sister, while thou’rt a friend and We perform acts of charity often, not even We can afford the prices that Majora is demanding for thee.” Aventurine admitted with concern. “The best We can do right now is stall, hope that Gleaming Shield breaches this place before an especially affluent Displacer comes along and is enamored with one of thee enough to buy thou despite the cost.”

“How expensive are we?” Mom asked curiously.

“The cheapest among thee is Gohma who is two million moon tears.” Aventurine sighed.

“Why is he asking for so much?” Helma sounded fairly surprised at our apparent value.

“We do not know Majora personally, out of preference. We are only here to help thee. We can only speculate that he actually likes thee and doesn’t want to let thee go so easily.” Aventurine said and then looked up and down the aisle before biting her lip. “Thankfully he isn’t here, and We can ‘browse’ all We like. Majora even practices an honor system of payment. That is to say, if thou does not honor the payment, then thou cannot leave with the item.”

…

“Well, anyway. Um...how art thou?” We awkwardly asked the senior Fertility Goddess, who raised an eyebrow at us. “W-We find trying to pass the time with conversation eases the nerves.”

A hunchbacked thing in colorful pink and yellow rags with a breathing mask and goggles covering its face walked by, tapped Gohma with a long claw, chuffed, and then continued onward. “Um, who was that?” Questioned Morpha from our left somewhere.

“That’s just Murmrgh. She’s just a bit of a collector and minor troublemaker. We don’t mind her. If she was willing to purchase one of thee, We might have even been able to trade to obtain whomever she purchased.” Aventurine casually replied as Murmrgh cheered before she grabbed a helmet, paid, and vanished like that RE4 Merchant did.

“Are you talking to the merchandise?” Asked a glowing golden human man that was a far too perfect adonis with flowing golden hair and a body to die for. He was also completely naked and We have no issues with this. “Oh, living masks? At least I would have ensured the poor things were dead first.”

“Zion.” Aventurine tersely greeted.

“Aventurine.” Zion replied and kept walking, humming as he looked us over, even running a finger along Mom’s jaw with consideration before continuing on.

“...Who was that hottie?” Mom asked and We groaned at her getting distracted from our plight by a sexy adonis of a man walking through like a golden god and-shit, We’re going to be masturbating to him now, aren’t We?

“Zion. An omnicidal asshole who has annihilated entire multiverses worth of civilizations. He could’ve bought you all on the spot and I couldn’t have dissuaded him. Thankfully he has rather exacting tastes.” Aventurine spat to the side in disgust. Well then, hot or not, that just killed our nonexistent ladyboner...why can We get aroused like this? Navi has little experience being separate from a host.

“Those tastes are?” Volvagia asked nervously.

“I just mentioned he’s omnicidal.” Aventurine snarled.

“Um, how many Displacers are there?” We asked, trying to distract us all again.

“That’s a good question! How many stars are in the sky?” Aventurine replied in a rhetorical manner, hands-on her wide foal bearing hips.

“You’ve gotta be joking.” Elanor huffed in disbelief.

“We wish. As many universes there are, there are as many multiverses. It is an incredibly convoluted wibbly-wobbly spacey wacey mess. Where there’s one Displacer, there is an infinite number of possible versions of said Displacer. Mortals aren’t the only ones cascaded infinitely throughout the cosmos.” Then Aventurine paused. “Well...aside from unique vertices, but those are nearly impossible.”

“How often does Majora Displace?” Mom questioned, looking disturbed that a monster like Zion even gave her consideration.

“No clue. Thou’rt the first ones We’ve seen him directly Displace, and he’s even investing himself in the venture. Most Displacers are content with watching the chaos unfold.” Aventurine shrugged and leaned against the shelves next to Mom and Ellie, blocking the inanimate masks there.

“Is he bored?” Jalha suggested through her sniffles.

“Most likely. Boredom is the most common driving force behind a Displacer. We were lucky that ours genuinely wanted to die and us to take his place.” Aventurine then looked down the aisle and perked up. “Brother!” In walked a yellow mass of rags, robes, and blood is everywhere ohgawdmakeitstahp! “How art thou Hastur?”

“Doing good. Looking for something new.” The King in Yellow replied, looking around, even lingering on Elanor, who oddly looked awed instead of fearing for her life. “This one has promise, but maybe later.” He left our dear bitchy sister be, but she trailed him with her eyes.

“W-wait...come back…” Ellie whispered confusedly, but Hastur continued on as if not hearing her. Thankfully. “The blood...it calls…”

Oh, Gleamy. Please, save us…