Hyrulequestria

Ch.53

“Alright, so, how does that work?” Surgeon asked as she examined Gohma, sweeping her with spells and gently handling her, which also meant gently handling me.

“I don’t really know.” I sighed, rubbing my head as I bit my lip while Gohma, being at the center of sensation right now, moaned and dribbled milk from her lips. I had to come to Surgeon’s hospital half-naked too since I can’t really wear shirts with Gohma on my breast right now.

“Me either, I’m new to this~.” Gohma moaned, panting after Surgeon zapped her, and thus me, with something. “I could get used to it, but I miss having my own body.”

“It’s not like we could just put you on a mannequin. The magic you’re producing only seems to react to living biology. That said, maybe a tree could work? But not a mannequin.” Surgeon mused as she rubbed the bottom of Gohma, which was the bottom of my boob, and I wiggled a bit on the examination bed. “You actually have an esophagus going down to Robin’s Core. Which is odd, since considering she’s a slime you shouldn’t need such a thing.”

“Hm~.” I groaned from all the touching. “It goes to my core?” I pinged my Core, it pinged back all was well. I sent a sensation of curiosity, it sent a sensation of smugness. “That can’t be good…”

“Do you feel different? I did eat before.” Gohma reminded me that she had breakfast this morning back in Parnast, and I considered it.

“I felt it, I could feel my ‘stomach’ filling, but it was...more fulfilling than usual?” I tried to explain how the sensation was for me as Surgeon took notes. “Look, Gohma is a fact of life now, and I’m not about to just ditch her. I could take her off anytime I want, and that’s not right now.”

“I know, but I have to look you over.” My Amazon of a mate told me before I got a kiss, a very dominating and passionate kiss. Oh~ I haven’t been able to see her in so long~! I pulled her to me, my 7-foot tall basketball-breasted and wide-hipped doctor groped Gohma as she sucked on my tongue, then broke off. “As much as I want to fuck you stupid Robin, I do have a hospital to run. I have nights and weekends off now, so whenever you’re home for the night, we’re going to spend time together.”

“No~, I’m sorry for not coming around more~!” I whined, realizing how much I missed my mates.

“Hey, we’re the ones that didn’t make time for you before. It’s only fair that we get to know the feeling now that you’re the one who is busy.” Surgeon smiled sadly as she squeezed Gohma, making us both moan. “You don’t get in too much danger, okay? I still want the Fama of my fawns around as they grow up.” Unspoken was how broken she would be if I died, but her eyes said all of that for her. She leaned in, kissed me more gently, and then left the room.

“Hm~, I miss them~!” I whined in loneliness.

“By the Dark, if that’s how amorous just one of your lovers are, I want in!” Gohma eagerly declared as I stood up, growing a bikini over my right breast, having to leave Gohma uncovered. “Um, as weird as this is, could you, get one under me? For support? Leave my mouth open though.” I blinked, then did as she requested and she sighed. “Thank you. Your breast is really heavy.” Hey~! Is that a shot? I’m not fat! I’m just fluffy!

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“So you’re not going to remove a servant of Evil from your bosom why?” Zelda demanded with her eyes locked on Gohma with a mixture of hate, and confusion.

“Because she’s not that bad? And I don’t want to imagine being trapped as just a face with nobody of my own.” Actually...is Robin Hood like this? I mean, his mask doesn’t talk or anything…

“It is rather unusual.” Celestia scratched at her chin in intrigue. “One would expect a servant of Evil to at least be ranting about vengeance or whatnot.”

“I don’t really see much point in being petty like that,” Gohma replied and looked up at me with that very mobile eye. “I don’t appreciate being turned into a mask, but I do appreciate how I’ve been treated after the fact. To be honest, Robin here has been a better friend than anyone I’ve associated with.” Aw~! Love you too Gohmie~!

“Tis a grand thing, that even Evil can learn the wondrous power of Friendship.” Luna smiled and then hummed. “But if Gohma was altered by Majora, then tis likely that it has interfered with the other servants of Evil. What wilt thou do if other leaders of the armies of Darkness turn into masks upon defeat and purification?”

I blushed hotly, and bit my lip. “Um...I still have space?” I awkwardly replied, patting my right breast and left ass cheek, causing the royal sisters to sigh and smile fondly while Zelda looked curious.

“So you’re Shining’s arousal sink, his guide, his method of carrying and retrieving his equipment...perhaps the masks too, are in this category. But in all likelihood, there will be more than four masks.” Zelda considered, and I hummed in my own consideration, how will I deal with that when it comes? “Oh well, the matter is settled. So long as Gohma has no vile intentions, she is to be considered an ally as much as Nora.”

“You rang?” Nora asked as she entered, wearing a proper blouse and jeans for her massive 10-foot height...are her boobs bigger? Damn it Majora, stop screwing with the poor girl! “I was just coming to report from Balgradia’s correspondence. He wants you to know that the crawling corruption in the Temple has sealed the door from the inside, and now he’s in a more secure holding pattern, warding the caribou away from the cathedral.”

“Does he think we can regain entry at this point?” Zelda asked in worry. The Evil at the Temple was effectively blocking off access to the Master Sword, the lynchpin to any Hero trying to dispel said Evil from the world. Of course, it wasn’t necessary but it would make things much more sure to be done.

“No. He thinks it will take either a specialized tool or an obscene amount of destructive force to gain entry, and he’s not willing to resort to the latter.” Nora reported, causing Zelda to sigh and rub the base of her left antler. “In other news, he’s reporting that other minions are changing like I have. It’s random and uncommon, but one of his lieutenants have changed, and they’re getting worried. She hasn’t changed in personality, but it’s hard for her to put on her armor when she has, y’know, basketballs like mine hanging off of her.” Nora finished with a bounce of her bosom.

“What is Majora up to...thank you for the report Nora. Let Balgradia know we don’t have such a tool at this time, but as these things work out, we’ll come across it eventually. Does he need reinforcements of any sort?” Zelda asked of the busty mini-giantess.

“No. The caribou are content with just keeping the citizens away, but are willing to let the bears visit them in lieu of not being able to enter the cathedral at all.” Nora reported and looked down at me, or rather, Gohma. “...Why do I feel like bowing?”

“Sorry. Ignore that.” Gohma amicably replied. “I must say, whatever is going on with us all, I rather approve if beautiful things like you are the result.”

“Aw, thanks. Anyway, that’s all I had.” Nora nodded to Princess Zelda, who nodded back and she turned to leave.

“Well then. It seems the Master Sword is beyond our reach as of yet.” Zelda sighed and considered things.

“What could Majora do to the King of Thieves?” Gohma openly contemplated as Zelda continued to think of the next course of action.

“Considering Ganondorf, the usual suspect, is the King because the rest of his tribe are all women, I have no idea.” I mused on it too. It wouldn’t make sense to do that, because while it would be rather chaotic, turning the only male into a woman like the rest of the tribe, effectively dooming them for sure on the whole ‘one male every century’ deal.

“Alright. Considering how urgent it is that we protect our dragon allies, I feel it is of utmost importance that you go to Draconia and defeat Volvagia. He has stolen the Bloodstone Scepter, sapped the Dragon Lord of his power, and retreated into the depths of Death Mountain to summon his armies of evil to fully occupy the country.” Zelda informed me, and I hummed in consideration of something.

“Actually, we may not be equipped for that.” I worriedly told the Princess, looking down at Gohma. “Just the central chamber where Gohma was sleeping was so hot, we could barely stand it. Going into an active volcano? We need something like the Goron Tunic before we go there.”

“But doth already possess thine tunic.” Luna perked up with a smile, looking at Gohma, who blinked and gasped, her eye sparkling. What did I miss?

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“So we have to go to a mountain of hot death, fight a dragon, free a nation, and select the new Dragon Lord because the previous one lost that title when the scepter was taken by brute force?” Shining asked me rhetorically, just to get the facts I laid out for him straight.

“Yes, Shiny,” I affirmed as we looked over the edge of the small airship schooner Cloudsdale had finished making not even a couple weeks ago. Quite hilariously, they named it the Red Lion.

“I’m cool with this plan!” Gohma chuckled. “I loved the part where Shining and I will share a body and work together!” Gohma gushed, literally, dribbling some of my milk in her excitement. “Also I want to eat dragon butt again!”

“Is that literal, or figurative?’ Shining asked as he avoided mentioning sharing his body with the heat-manipulating arthropod of a woman.

“Literal.” I chuckled as I remembered Gohma was the fire boss in Wind Waker and was trying to eat the tail of the sky spirit dragon Valoo.

“Well, I don’t condone cannibalism, so don’t even think about it,” Shining growled, causing us to flinch.

“Sorry, if it’s any consolation, I never actually did more than nip at his tail.” Gohma weakly replied as the stallion huffed and watched the world below. “Why is he so snippy?” Gohma stage whispered to me, and I shrugged uneasily.

“I’m snippy, because I was worried. You were asleep, and I couldn’t do anything to help you as you writhed and screamed.” Shining morosely admitted as he kept leaning on the railing to watch the world pass by.

“Sorry.” I mewled and wilted, feeling terrible for worrying him.

“Don’t be, not about that. What I’m upset about is that you didn’t come get me when you woke up.” Shining turned around and crossed his arms. “I was still worried for you for hours after you were up. Why didn’t you consider that I might have been waiting?”

“Sorry...Luna insisted I go see Surgeon immediately once I was awake.” I wilted, my vine antlers even drooping.

“Who is also her mate!” Gohma stated in a bit of a hasty panic.

“I’m not under the illusion that we’re exclusive, but we’re partners on this quest. Please, think of me more often?” Shining pleaded, and I felt even worse for making him worry, and then for making him feel neglected. “Also, why are you still wearing her on your breast? You could just have her up in your antlers.”

“I’m rather comfortable, thank you.” Gohma suddenly interjected with a blush. Clearly she’s enjoying being my boob as much as I am enjoying having her be my boob.

“Same,” I affirmed, and Shining sighed uncomfortably. “Look. Shiny. You need to get used to her. She’s an ally on this quest now, and she’ll be integral to our ability to succeed in Death Mountain.”

“I know.” Shining sighed and nuzzled me as he got close, hugging my waist and pressing my bosom to his chest, muffling Gohma as he rested his chin on my shoulder. “But I don’t like our interactions having a third wheel.”

“Don’t think of her that way. Consider her a...bonus.” I winked as I pulled away, and gently kissed him. We stayed like that, my breasts gently pressing into his pecs as his hands rested on my hips. I raised my left leg behind me as I leaned into him, and I wanted this blissful moment to last forever.

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“Yep...that is an active volcano.” I coughed, taking off Gohma from my left breast as we entered a disgusting haze that smelled distinctly of sulfur. I stopped breathing, since I don’t need air to live, and handed her to Shining, who, despite earlier grievances, put her on and transformed into the busty thicc four-armed woman, breathing in relief as I turned into a red-scaled dragon, so I too could breathe. I need air to talk after all, and I’d rather not be choking on it.

“Tartarus, that is foul.” Shiny, or Gohma? One of them said as she waved a hand in front of her face. “I may burrow for ore and make a shell of metal, but I have the decency to not burn sulfur.” Ah, Gohma then. “Ah~ a pleasure to be mobile though. How are you feeling Shining?”

“Fine. It’d be easier to communicate if we didn’t talk with the same voice or mouth and whatnot.” Shining replied as she looked down at her breasts, and cautiously examined herself with all four hands. “N-now that I’m not freaking out...this is kinda cool.”

“Breasts are the literal tits Shiny!” I boasted, thrusting my chest out, and remembering that I was half-naked up top. “Wait, hold on.” I turned to slime, shrunk down, and then turned back into a dragon to fly over to her shoulder. “Anyway, yeah, they are. They can get in the way though, especially with archery. Good thing you have a rifle huh?”

“Lady Robin! We cannot get any closer! The toxins-*COUGH, HACK*-are too much!” The captain of the Red Lion, a griffin even more ironically named Daphnes, reported as he and his crew all wrapped rags around their mouths and beaks to breathe.

“Okay, we can land. Did you find a good spot wide enough for the ship?” I asked of the male griffin...I think they’re called toms, and he nodded. “Good tom, take us down.”

“Prepare for dry-docking!” Daphnes shouted so loudly that, being right next to him, my ears were ringing. It didn’t take more than ten minutes for the ship to descend through the haze and clouds and hover over a flat stretch of ground near a village at the base of Death Mountain. “Godspeed to you!” Daphnes called as we descended the gangplank, and the Red Lion took off the moment we were on the ground as they were ordered to. This is no place for those with vulnerable lungs.

“Thanks! We’ll do our best!” I called out and then turned to face my partner. Partners. Plural. Ugh. Gotta get a hang of that. “Okay. Let’s stop by this village, see what we can learn, then head up towards certain doom for anyone not a dragon, or a fire-element arthropod.”

“Alri-!” Shining started before a group of Dragons landed and pointed crossbows at us. “We surrender!” Shining immediately shouted and raised all four arms as I put my face in my hands. Can we not deal with aggressive guards everywhere who don’t seem to do anything about the monster menace nearby? Is my life dominated by tropes?

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“So you’re the aid sent by the Princesses?” Weakly weezed the emaciated, frail, and tiny dragon perched on a chair with several cushions underneath him to actually give him the height to be eye-level with us. It was rather awkward, having had to wait for his servants to pile up pillows until he was eye-level with Shining/Gohma. Seriously, who was this frail powder-blue scaled runt?

“Yes~? I’m Robin,” I introduced myself with a small bow to him. He may be oafish and clearly has a Napoleon Complex, but he’s clearly in charge here.

“A dragon smaller than even I in my state. Heh. Makes me feel better, if just a bit. They must’ve sent you knowing this, the sneaky ponies.” The weak and clearly unwell dragon smirked as I perked up in anger. If this wasn’t such a delicate situation, I’d size up and show him he really was still the smallest dragon.

“Well, I’m glad my fun-size body makes you feel better about yourself.” Wait, where did this snippiness come from?! I wasn’t trying to be rude! My concern faded as he cackled in amusement.

“It does. I used to be the largest of dragons, Torch the Dragon Lord, until the Bloodstone Scepter was taken from me.” Torch sighed. “And now my daughter is trying to take it back, alone.” The former Dragon Lord hissed and clutched at his claws in his lap. “My little Ember, so small. She stands no chance in there. Please. I don’t care about getting my scepter back, I was going to give it to her anyway. Please, save my daughter.”

“Milord, certainly another of your children would be a bigger, more powerful Dragon Lord.” One of his servants suggested, only to get a pillow thrown at him.

“Silence! None of them had the guts to stand up to Volvagia when he came for me. She did! She is the one who stormed Death Mountain to get the scepter back! Anywho question her right to the title of Dragon Lord is to leave this hut!” Torch snarled, and then began hacking and wheezing, his servants all dutifully staying and one even helping him recover from his fit.

“We’ll get her back. I swear!” Gohma-uh, probably Shining? Said with steel determination. Ah, definitely Shiny. “We’ll also get the Scepter, but from the sounds of it, if it ended up in Ember’s hands, then the task there is done.”

“Indeed. Now hurry, the longer Ember is left alone, the more likely she is to be eaten by that cannibal Volvagia.” Torch urged us, and we nodded, leaving the hut in a hurry and running right towards Death Mountain.