Hyrulequestria

Epilogue Chapter 126

It had been over a millennium and a couple hundred years give-or-take after We were finished, that Lunarule was completed and colonization began.

The reason We had remained as our true body without even a projection for so long, was because nobody had thought We would attune so perfectly to the situation that We’d be nearly completely unresponsive and about as coherent as Hyrule. Said world doesn’t even have its own consciousness, just for reference.

All that kept everyone from believing us dead was that our souls still suffused the whole world, and in fact, acted as a literal font of magic and a way for prayer alone to act as a means of channeling magic. A whole religion has been founded on us! Each of our four-component souls is worshiped separately and as a single entity, as the world of Lunarule.

There are even heretic sects, bandits, the usual Chaos that civilization and religion brings. The Order of law endeavors to constantly fight back against said Chaos. Harmony is achieved in many places in spite of this. Fairies are considered our messengers and executors of our will. The Night is considered to be when We are the most powerful, and We, as the eternally pregnant All-Mother that bears Lunarule in her womb, are the epitome of Fertility, and all within us share in our blessings of life and vitality with Gleaming being the closest to us in Aspect.

This was all dumped at our paws as We looked down from the humble mountain cabin where Gleaming Shield had finally managed to fully invoke us. We looked down below, at the sprawling beauty of us, our world. We then looked to the sky, seeing the artificial star shining bright on our side of the world, and an artificial halo surrounded it. We could see spaceships flying in the void of our core, docking with said halo, and leaving, most traffic heading for where our vagina had once been, the only physical gateway in or out of us.

“We’ve missed so much.” We said sadly to Gleaming, who held us to her body comfortingly. The woman had learned to control her body to the point of being able to shrink down to average height, and even mold her appearance however she wished. She was her original unicorn self right now if still made of slime. That much she couldn’t change. “Our children growing up. Getting married. Seeing our world develop.”

“I know.” Gleamy kissed the top of our head, being slightly taller than us right now to be the strong, firm presence to keep us from collapsing, from giving in to the despair of all that We have lost. “But if it’s any consolation, the others are still around. Same for the Sages. We’ve all just...sorta drifted apart, without you to bring us together.”

“No…” We sniffled. Our absence broke everyone up? “What good is waking us up then? Just...cast us back. Throw us away. We’re better off dead...”

“I refuse.” Gleaming snarled, hugging us protectively. “Besides, Zelda and Gannie are already hurrying here and contacting the others. We’re gonna get fucking married Lunahisa.” Gleamy declared heatedly as she practically molded to our back.

“Really?” We sniffled. “We didn’t mean to make everyone wait.”

“We didn’t. We married the ones in the harem we were closest to. But with you back, with that fire that brought us together once more here. Before I lose my grasp on you. Before I...can’t keep you here...” Gleamy choked, and We sniffled at the understanding this was temporary. We still weren’t back yet. “We’re gonna tie the knot. Give you what you deserve.”

“We deserve nothing for tormenting all of thee, leading thee by the nose.” We hiccuped and were led inside the cabin wherewith blinding flashes of light, Zelda and Ganondorf appeared and rushed us, hugging us against Gleaming, kissing us longingly and urgently as the others all popped in, equally frantic and happy yet sad. Wait why is Ganondorf hugging us...she must share Gleaming’s and Zelda’s memories.

“Okay, places ladies! Dresses on!” Declared Rarity, who was now a white minish with purple antlers and just as incredibly beautiful as We remember. We all were quickly and magically garbed in wedding dresses courtesy of her magic. The same ones that...that we were all wearing when Majora came and ruined it. They kept these. Th-they k-kept th-these~! Gleaming’s was altered for being fused with Zelda and Ganondorf into Golden Guardian, as proven when they melded together with their Mask and donned it. “Tara!”

Tara flipped through a thick tome, pulling on the collar of her holy garb that looked like a mixture between Catholic and Taoist as she found the relevant passage, standing between Golden and us. We were tearing up, it’s finally happening! “Dearly beloved, We are gathered here today in the light of Lunahisa, under the blessings of Harmonia, and with the compulsions of Cadenza and Lily driving this union. We-.”

“Tara. Not much time left.” Golden urged, and Tara snapped the tome shut and tossed the massive black leather-bound book away.

“Do you take her?” Tara demanded of Golden.

“I do!” Golden Guardian, our beloved, dearest to our hearts, declared gleefully.

“Do you?” Tara demanded of us.

“Y-YES!” It’s happening! It's actually happening~!

“And the rest?” Tara questioned.

“Get on with it!” The others all chorused impatiently.

“I pronounce thee wife, wife, and wives.” We turned to Golden, pouncing on her, kissing her desperately, the others all quickly doing the same, coming to kiss us before each other.

“Don’t worry Lulu. Now that I’ve managed to get you here, it won’t take much longer before-.”

We were looking at Hyrule once more. Deep, soul-penetrating loneliness gripped us. We may not be alone but in all the ways it mattered, We were well, and truly Alone. It hurt so much. The idle musings of before seemed pathetic and short-sighted.

We must have a new avatar!

Focus! Remember what it is like, to be nearly mortal! To have a body, to have sex, to eat food, drink, sleep, kiss, talk, Live! We want to live! We don’t want this! This is hell! Please! Golden!

Pain.

W-what?!

Pain.

No! What is happening?!

Pain.

Stop! We’re sorry! W-We’ll stay this way!

The pain stopped.

We wanted to cry.

Someone save us. Please. We wanted this, so much. Now that We have it, We don’t want-.

Pain.

We get it. We know. We’ll stop.

We opened our eyes. We blinked and choked on a sob. The ceiling was one of metal, not wood, nor stone, nor plaster or some other composite. “Hey.” We shuddered, looking to the voice. We felt weak. So weak. “Shh.” Golden Guardian, our wife, placed a finger tenderly to our lips as a wet warmth began to envelop us from underneath us. “You can sleep now.”

No. Please no. We don’t...want…

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It was warm. So nice and warm. We were curled into a fetal position, nestled in the warm fluid around us, against the warm soft spongy walls holding us. Ah. We’re in a womb. It is nice. No wonder Hermais enjoys being unbirthed so much. We snuggled into our confines, smiling. This was wonderful. It wasn’t being trapped alone as a celestial body, that was a step-

Pain.

N-no lamenting it. No thinking against it. No wishing otherwise. Tis anathema to us! We understand now. To wish such would endanger Lunarule, and all lives within. T’would go against our nature. But still, as nice as this is, We want out. To speak to our wives, to kiss them, hug them, learn about them all over again if We must.

Oh! A hand! We nudged against the hand stroking the womb holding us, and could more clearly feel the movements of whoever was bearing us. Then We lurched, our slime body losing form, and We were ejected from the warm womb-like amniotic fluid. We moaned and reformed, looking up to find-Zephyr~! “Ah~! Zephyr~!” We jumped at our slime wife, who giggled and hugged us back. “Thou beautiful cow! Kiss us!” We smooched her passionately, and she reciprocated, groping our body as We refamiliarized our hands with her’s.

“Mm~ down lovergirl. You just got reborn, don’t push it.” Zephyr said with amusement but a tone of stern disapproval, like she was our mother and-oh!

“Thou’rt our mother now?” We asked, examining ourself. We look just as We did before though.

“In a way. We had to do this whole complicated ritual thing at night, on a specific day, time, with specific reagents, the whole shebang. I, being the all-mother of slimes, was apparently the best vessel to bear you. So yeah, I’m your mom now. But, y’know, that doesn’t matter. Cuz slime.” Zephyr pouted. “Though why Golden Guardian or Gleaming Shield couldn’t bear you I don’t get, because they have the Life Aspect, which is so close to Fertility it’s ridiculous.”

“Oh.” We blinked before kissing her again. “Hm~ We could make more slimes right now~.”

“Hm~, I could go for that~.” Zephyr giggled, but sighed and gently pushed us away. “But no. I was warned not to overstimulate you too soon. You might suffer backlash having your minds and egos pulled away from your souls and bodies if you stimulate yourself too much without attuning to your new body.”

“Oh poo.” We huffed. “So what now?”

“Now? You sleep. You haven’t slept in over 1200 years. No, being in the womb doesn’t count I’m told. You’re not gonna go into a coma, but you might sleep for a few days.” Zephyr informed us as she guided us towards a modern ceramic tub in the otherwise full-metal building.

“Okay.” We yawned before feeling so sleepy.

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“Um, how does this work...Lunahisa I summon you?” A young and confused woman’s voice woke us from our slumber. We groggily looked about to see Gleaming and Zephyr chatting in the nearby kitchen as Zephyr made food.

“Someone is summoning us?” We groaned as we looked for whoever it was. We’ve never been summoned before. No, Sam doesn’t count. No, Washu doesn’t count either. What kind of Displaced are We to have so avoided being summoned? “Beloveds! Not to worry thee, We’ll be going elsewhere for a moment, keep making that delicious smelling food please.”

We turned into our mask, and then everything became swirling colors and-oh gawd gonna be sick-then We were being held by a young red European vixen in a ragged heavy black leather jacket with glowing decals on it. She looked terribly nervous as gunfire erupted around some rubble she was hiding behind as a version of Big Mac in a heavy set of riot gear with a custom patch with the word SAMURAI proudly embroidered on his shoulders fired around their cover. Oh, and we puked fairy dust all over her, making her sparkle and likely healing whatever may be ailing her.

The ones attacking them seemed to be police who leaned out and fired back with heavy pistols firing red heated rounds.

“A mask? Really gal?” Mac huffed as he reloaded. “What the heck is that going to do to the scalps?!”

“I don’t know! Why are the police attacking?!” The Vixen wailed as she fidgeted us around in her hands, one of them a silver cybernetic arm, and We, of course, noticed she was just as busty and shapely as We were accustomed to in an outfit vaguely similar to Mac’s in that she had SAMURAI on her leather biker jacket, but that was it. Otherwise, she wore a plain white T-shirt that hugged her basketball-sized mammaries like a second skin, exposing her muscular abs, and her hip-hugging jeans proudly displayed her thicc thighs and bubble butt. Wait...she seems familiar.

“The Police don’t help the slums with gangs stupid girl!” Big Mac huffed as he rubbed a bullet wound, the lead slug practically tumbling out as his flesh visibly began knitting itself together. “If ya don’t have money, they don’t care! How ya got into the group I’ll never know. Miss gold also needs to downsize you, you’re a walking target!”

“Wait! Put us on and We’ll deal with this! Just do it fast, We alter thine body’s composition if worn for extensive periods of time, or engage in sexual activity whilst worn!” We told the vixen, who looked torn between horror at the reality of the situation, disgust at being told she needed downsizing, and confusion at our words. “JUST DO IT!”

“O-okay!” She turned us around, put us on. She was suddenly us but wearing her clothes still, and We stood up. We ignored the bullets passing through our slime body, grasped all of the aggressors in telekinesis, and slammed them upper back first with near-lethal force against the asphalt, knocking them all unconscious instantly. “HOLY SHIT!”

“What the fuck?! Psionics?! That shit isn’t even considered possible yet!” Mac declared in a mixture of awe, and fear.

“Worry not Mac, We hath no reason to harm thee so long as thou dost not hurt us. We art, not technology, so do not think We can be replicated. Now then, We must go. Be careful young vixen. If thou finds thyself in immense danger thou cannot evade or deal with on thine own or from the help of thine allies, simply put us on and summon us again.” We then leered at Mac. “None of this downsizing nonsense either. She is a big, beautiful woman, and is to be appreciated.”

“That’s kinda the issue…” Mac muttered, his eyes falling to our similarly sized assets before our senses returned to the void-oh gonna hurl~.

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We returned as our mask once more in the tub that We had been sleeping in, Gleaming just now looking in. “Huh? You said you were going somewhere.” We just noticed she’s wearing a frilly pink apron and had pancake batter splattered on her. She’s so cute, but seriously, it’s been 1200 years. Her cooking skills have not improved at all? How has Lois not denounced her if she’s still willing to marry us all in return?

“We did. T’was instantaneous. Someone summoned us in a time of need, and We lent aid. There is no need for time to pass between us leaving and returning. Now then, provide us a host, Love. So that We might eat for the first time in so long. Among other things~.” We leered lustily up at our wife, who leered right back.

“END OF THE STORY!” A Pink minish with darker-pink antlers who just had to be Pinkie Pie cheerily shouted as she leaned into the tub, ruining our moment.

“Pinkie cut that out! Tara is still fixing the rift in space-time you caused from the last time you did that!” Zephyr yelled hysterically, and we all giggled joyfully.

“Well, We’ve had a wonderful life and it’s only getting better!” We cheered and floated our bodiless Mask to nuzzle Gleaming. “We look forward to whatever life brings us now.”

The End.

Map of Hyrulequestria this is the geographic reference used throughout the story.

THE WEDDED HAREM FINALIZED

Lunahisa Hyrule: The Harem Queen. Luna, Navi, Eris, and Harmonia fused together into the Goddess of Fertility, Night, Fairies, Order, Chaos, and Harmony. The All-Mother and literally the world of Lunarule. She is otherwise a Projection of her unified Ego and Mind.

Golden Guardian: The Goddess of this universe and fusion of Gleaming Shield, Zelda, and Ganondorf. The Hero of this tale and the one who saved the Princess. Golden Guardian is essentially the highest power in both Lunarule and Hyrule but leaves governance to others.

Celestia Hyrule: Sovereign ruler of Hyrule, Goddess of the Sun and responsible for the movement of Hyrule and Lunarule in the ether. While she lives and guides Hyrule, she still commutes to and from Lunarule often enough to consider her sister’s world a second home. She is the only immortal ruler remaining, the others having retired or chosen to leave it to mortals.

Charswirl the Twice-Fused: The preeminent and most powerful and knowledgeable mage in the universe aside from Tara the Goddess of Magic and Zelda the Goddess of Wisdom. She does not think twice to experiment on anything that comes into her labs, so be warned as you may come out more powerful, or never come out at all.

Nicole Vaati the Wanderlust: The fused former mother/daughter albino Minish who spends her days adventuring, getting wasted, having countless one-night-stands. She pines after her lovers whenever she’s not home, which she says makes reuniting all the sweeter.

Trachea the Hive-Mother: The mother-queen of all changelings to call Lunarule home. She is no longer directly their ruler however, having given the role to mortal daughters shortly after things were established in Lunarule. She mostly spends her days advising when contacted or otherwise entering athletic competitions when she isn’t working out.

Zephyr the Merchant: The Hyper-hourglassed slime caribou who is without a doubt totally-not-a-black-market-dealer, yet is known to keep supplies stable for the realm. She is often in the company of Trachea, the two well-known lovers practically attached at the hip, whenever Zephyr isn’t acting as her living bodysuit that is.

Surgeon General the General of Surgeons: The greatest doctor in all of Lunarule. Known for her stern bedside manner and her miraculous abilities to heal or treat any wound or ailment. She has founded more hospitals and discovered more treatments and cures than any healer in history. She refuses to retire, still healing others to this day.

Carmine O’Donnell the Giant: One of Lunarule’s greatest military strategists and one of Lunarule’s greatest weapons rolled into one. The already bafflingly tall woman is eager to surge to her mile-high form the moment it seems convenient. She is second-in-command next to her closest lover and wife.

Wolf Lois O’Donnell the Mercenary Queen: Wolf is known to be one of the most dangerous women in Lunarule. Her band of mercenaries are rough, tough, and will do almost any job for enough coin, so long as rape or wholesale murder isn’t on the table. That said, if the price is right and it doesn’t endanger Lunarule, it tends to be fair game.

Elanor Ridley the Party Demon: Elanor is infamous across Lunarule as an unrepentant party animal and heartbreaker. She’s left more men, and women, pining fruitlessly after her than could reasonably be imagined in her shenanigans. Regularly seen to accompany Pinkie Pie of Laughter, Chaos often ensues.

Malon the Matron: Malon is known for being the kind and caring face of the established governments of Lunarule. She has started hundreds of charities, relief efforts, and is practically a Saint in all but name. She even volunteers at cream kitchens serving homeless and other acts of mercy.

Epona the Enduring: Epona is Lunarule’s premier athlete, only sharing the pedestal with Rainbow Dash and occasionally Trachea. She’s a simple mare otherwise, eager to just enjoy life.

Gohma the Golden: Gohma is the General of all insectoid Dark Worlders in the army, known to treat her underlings as if they were her own children, which in many cases, they are. Like all other Immortal Generals, however, she must follow a rotation with others who could fill her role.

Volvagia the Vicious: Goddess of Dragons and Kobolds and General of all reptilian Dark Worlders in the army, known for her strict attitude and no-nonsense personality outside of her relationships.

Helma the Helpful: General of the avian armies of Dark World denizens and a known mother hen when it comes to her underlings, is also in charge of information and the mail systems of the government.

Tirek the Titan: General of the elite Dark World forces composed of Darknuts, Lynels, and Iron Waifus/Husbandos. Since Lunarule literally has magic breast milk in place of water, she had to find elsewhere in the Multiverse to offload her milky bounty on a regular basis.

Jalha the Jovial: General of the Undead Hordes whenever they rise. Jalha is in charge of corralling the mindless monsters and inducting the intelligent ones into service or banishing them to Dark World when either of the former are out of the question.

Stalrova the Sensitive: Often partnered with Jalha as a fellow Undead General, but she only manages the intelligent ones capable of learning and using magic. Stalrova is also a major driving force of cultural public relations, especially those of minority groups or those that are less represented on the world stage, such as her culture of origin.

Gyorg the Goof-Off: The General of sea monsters from Dark World, and also the official Admiral of Lunarule’s sea-faring navies. She shirks her duties onto her second-in-command a bit too often, however, and often has to be reprimanded for blowing off work to ‘go have fun with those cute beachgoers’. By this point, her role is merely ceremonial...

Morpha the Manager: The supposed Second-in-Command of Lunarule’s navies, yet tends to find herself doing Gyorg’s job anyway. She’s known for being soft on the shark woman though, and gladly does both of their duties.

Koloktos the Calm: Koloktos is perhaps the least prestigious of her peers. The brass bear automaton woman had no desire for governance, power, or anything aside from the companionship of her fellows. When not spending time with any of them, she is often meditating in the Temple of Lunahisa, acting as a sort of shrine unto herself when she falls into a trance for lengthy periods of time. She is, however, known to be the one to go to when you have problems to solve or talk about. Or get wrecked in BDSM if asked.

Minor Important World Characters:

Poe-Poe the Pimp: a being no one will speak of, let alone wish to ever meet. If you do unfortunately find him, it’s no use running. Make sure you carry drugs to please him, or at least know where to get some.

Gojira the Queen of Monsters: while not royal, she is still revered as such by monsters.

Robin the Thief: enough is said about her with her title. Watch your coin purse, and your face. She might just Mask you…