Hyrulequestria

Ch.71

“Thou did what?” Luna asked in worry. “Wiatr is a dangerous entity?!”

“Um, yeah,” I said while wiggling on the size-changing vibrator I was gifted by Hermais. It’s apparently shaped exactly like her penis too. “While there, the ladies got to live as freely as possible without having to rely on hosts either, since the rules of what constitutes a ‘living’ thing is looser in that world. So my slime was enough to be a host for them.”

“Which is why Tirek exercised her new libido and got super-hyper-preggers for the month that Navi was recovering.” Helma gushed excitedly from her place on my lower right breast, Tirek blushing hotly on my lower left breast. “She was a total calf machine! The magic they have for rapid reproduction is insane! She was the size of a house and popping out adorable little centaurs in two days!”

“Please shut up! I don’t want everyone to know how much I had fun~!” Tirek whined, everyone in the throne room laughing. It was a bit jarring though, everyone was acting like they just saw us yesterday because I requested to be sent back to the morning of Sunday after we went on our date. That said, today really was just the next day for them. Time shenanigans are weird.

“Ehehe.” I chuckled before I huffed from the toy’s vibration, the false balls swelling.

“Well, that aside. You’ve clearly come back even more of an insatiable sex addict.” Celestia said with a sad and worried expression as the vibrator triggered my orgasm, the magic sex toy triggering its own cum behavior, pumping fake semen into my womb and making me sigh.

“It’s mostly temporary they said. I’ll be sexually turbo-charged for up to a day, three tops. If I don’t have some form of pleasure after direct sexual exposure to Wiatr, I could be driven mad with obsession.” I informed them again. I had to immediately tell them why I was masturbating in public with a vibe after all.

“Thou art sure?” Luna asked with worry. “We only had the Sex Aspect for a short while, and even then it was maddening. Being in direct contact with an entity far more potent in said Aspect than We had become must certainly be dangerous to thine health.”

“They have done something but I don’t know exactly the full extent of it. it made me more stable and able to fight off alterations I don’t want, but like I said, Wiatr had to stick her dick in it. Until more symptoms show up, we’re in the dark.” I informed my princess lovers. “Well, if that’s all, I’m going to go find the hosts of these ladies so they can go about their day. If you need me, I’m gonna be feeding the cum reservoir of the royal baths, since Zelda finally lifted the ban on it.”

“Okay, um that’s fake cum in her right sis?” Celestia asked Luna as I turned and floated away.

“Oh no. It’s authentic semen, but it’s only semen, no sperm. It’s literally just the lubricant produced by the male prostate organ.” Luna declared calmly.

“Good, I’d beat up Hermais if it wasn’t.” I chuckled as I shuddered in another weak orgasm, the toy pumping my womb and enhancing the experience. Ah~. So good. I still prefer my oversized horsecock vibe though. I’d rather this dick be attached to the person it’s modeled after~. Nope! Bad! Bad brain! Hermais is off limits! Well, not for flings~...

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“Navi?” I stopped humping my cockmilker in the bathroom to the voice of Trachea, who entered and smirked. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. Keep going, I just want to talk if you can do both that and talk at the same time.”

“Hng, sure. What’s up, Love?” I asked as I began ramming my caribou/fox dick into the butt/pussy shaped mount on the wall at waist height once again. Holy shit, it’s been...hours? I’m still horny. When will Wiatr’s ‘fuck me’ aura wear off?

“Just wondering how you are doing. I heard about the whole thing with Hermais, as well as all the other things you’ve been through while I’ve been stuck doing boring queenly things.” Trachea complained as she moved to lean against the wall next to me, looking me up and down with her signature lecherous smirk.

“Ah. Well, by all accounts, I’m doing really damn good. I may have possibly gotten my libido, UNG!” I thrust home, pumping my copious coconutty slime cum into the sucking and hungry reservoir with a satisfied groan. “Spiked...pretty hard. Hopefully it’ll go down sometime today. I can’t live like this.” I began humping already, my orgasm not enough to satisfy this beast Wiatr woke up within me.

“Want some help?” Trachea asked with a big joking smile. “You look like you could need it.”

“Please? We haven’t even spoken in a while. In fact, um, aren't you due for another breeding?” I asked with concern. I, as her chosen, unquestionable mate had the duty of helping her build her own brood of subjects and potentially birth a Royal Changeling. It’s been a while since the last time, and that was nearly two months late since I’d been imprisoned for four months.

“Yes, we’ve been due for a few weeks but we’ve been busy.” Trachea told me and she got behind me, pressing her breasts into my neck since I was only six feet tall right now to her amazonian 8 feet. She’d grown after fully assuming her mother’s job, pressing her nectar-producing beach-ball breasts so tightly to me that her nipples gushed her pink love nectar into her halter top. “Mind pulling out of that fake pussy and giving a hungry girl some meat?”

“Fuck yes!” I pulled out, and Trachea yelped in surprise joy as I ripped her jeans open and plunged my cock into her thankfully commando cunt, toppling us to the floor as I began pounding her pussy like a jackhammer, my breasts bouncing as much as hers.

“Shit! SHIT! You’ve never fucked me this hard~!” She cried out as breached her cervix and kept pounding. “Fuck~! Fuck me! Yes! Do it! Knock me up so hard I crack the-AH~!” Her quim convulsed around me, but I wasn’t ready to join her, so I kept thrusting through her orgasm. “Fuck! Oh, fuck! You beast! Oh~!”

“Sorry if I’m being rough! I’m so horny! Gonna, fill you, good!” I grunted, ramming my knot into her engorged lower lips, and she wailed as I knotted her, cumming my fire-hydrant gouts of seed into her womb so fast, that her abs turned into a proper belly in seconds. “Hnng! Not...enough!” I began gyrating into her cunt, and Trachea looked at me in astonishment and possibly a hint of fear.

“Y-you’re not even gonna wait a few minutes?” Trachea breathlessly asked as I began gyrating my hips to stimulate our joined anatomies as best I could with my knot keeping us in place.

“Nope! Gonna fuck you so full of eggs, you’ll make the previous two batches in one go!” I grabbed her tits, ripped off her top, and began sucking one nipple while groping the other, squirting liquid love everywhere as I began humping, our joined groins flaring in pleasure as her belly began growing, the changeling queen whining and weakly pawing my own tits.

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“I’m so sorry~!” I apologized to my buggy lover, who was fucked-stupid at the moment, her belly big enough to touch the ceiling of the bathroom, which had magically extended 20 foot high ceilings. Her breasts were maybe half that size, two ten-food fecund orbs gushing love nectar constantly.

“Don’t be~...” Trachea weakly managed to coo from her limp and drooling mouth.

“But, you, sorry!” I whined. “I feel better though.” I chuckled nervously before that damn vibrator came in me. “Oh, forgot to turn that off.” I reached down, pressed on a spot in between the two fake balls, deactivating it, and then pulled it out. It was a long and bulbous thing. I’m guessing by the ribs it’s got dragon to it, but the bulgy bits are like Helma’s dick, so it’s obviously a bird/dragon deal.

“Oh~ Love. You’ve filled me with so much. I’m sending a request through the hivemind for some volunteer honeypot girls to take all this excess love nectar out of me.” Trachea hoarsely informed me. She’d screamed her voice raw with how much I’d ravaged her.

“So you’re okay?” I asked, honestly feeling better. Her response was interrupted by a filthy caribou walking into the bathroom covered in tomatoes and mud. “Ew, rotten tomatoes. The shower up here is good for that. Feel free to use our signature...coconut body wash.” I smirked at the joke, since it was literally my cum in a bottle, mixed with actual shampoo and body wash soap.

“Thank you.” Vaati sighed, letting me know who she was through the mud and tomatoes before she stepped into the shower stall and turned on the hot water, rapidly revealing her albino body. She’d grown two feet taller from her hyper pregnancy with my fawns, and had a hot body akin to mine, though her boobs were still swollen into beach balls with milk for said fawns. “I knew that even if I was announcing publicly that I’ve restored Queen Zelda to the throne, that I’d have a lot of hate out there. I accept their rightful scorn.”

“Taking responsibility is step one on the road to-oh good, my relief is here.” Trachea interrupted herself as two positively skinny changeling women entered the bathroom and drooled at the sight of their queen. “Only two? I requested several of you, possibly in shifts.”

“They’re gonna have to roll us to the balcony to get us out of here~.” breathlessly declared one of the two neo changelings, who rushed to Trachea’s tits and began sucking on the gushing fonts of liquid love.

“I’m sad I never got Changeling DNA to finish creating the Ubermensch breed of Minish,” Vatti whined. “But considering the goal is now moot with Zelda back, I guess it’s better this way.”

“Wait, weren’t you the one who imprisoned her?” Trachea asked. “I think she mentioned that.”

“No! I tried making the Minish have a bigger part in the world, then we started vanishing, turning into Breezies I now know in hindsight, and then Queen Zelda vanished soon after.” Vaati informed the fecund and still swelling queen. Um, she’s pressing into the ceiling, as big as Luna got at the end of her own hyper pregnancy.

“Then who imprisoned her? She said it was you.” Trachea asked in confusion.

“Trachea, are you even listening at meetings? She said it was Ganondorf.” I huffed and began to feel bothered as I watched the two changeling women’s chitin turn pink, their bodies getting thiccer.

“Sorry, I may have been in the hive mind…” Trachea said with a blush. “Speaking of which, ladies, drink faster. Don’t draw this out. I’m already going to have to apologize to the others for breaking the ceiling. I’d rather not flood the whole suite.”

“Wait, you’re growing so much you’ll-?” I flinched at the cracking of stone, and the ceiling at Trachea’s belly broke free from its mortar, launching into the sky along with the tiles of the roof. “...Hope that doesn’t hit anyone, or anything important.”

“No bets on that,” Vaati said as she watched Trachea in awe, while I looked to the inflating changelings at her nipples. They were actually filling their whole bodies with the love nectar! “We have no info on this. What species of changeling are those thirsty girls?”

“Oh, right. Love, former bitch, these two ladies, Primrose and Lily, are known as Honeypot Changelings. They store excess quantities of love nectar in their bodies without digesting it like most changelings. They still feed from it, but very slowly. Before my brother and Cadence, honeypots were unheard of after we entered such a scarcity. Now though, we’re actually short of volunteers.” Trachea informed us as the women had become 6-foot spheres with two-foot boobs as three other changeling women rushed in, one popping one of the ladies off, the inflated pink ball moaning drunkenly as she was rolled through the magically expanding door.

Before too much nectar was lost, one of the three new ladies crammed Trachea’s nipple into her mouth, moaning as she began to drink, the other two coming back to gather the other off her other breast, one taking her place, the last rolling the dopey woman through the door as more of the skinny women trooped in to tend to my lover.

“So what should I do now?” I asked before feeling a tongue licking my balls, causing me to notice Vaati was done with her shower and was kneeling behind me, her snout between my thighs and worshiping my nuts. “Um, I’m not exactly horny now. In fact, I’m kinda tired.” And sore. I may not feel pain like normal people, but my membrane is not pleased with how much friction I’ve put the section on my male organs through.

“Aw,” Vaati whined before picking me up in a bridal carry, letting me rest. “I’ll take her to bed. Not sexually just FYI. You be beautiful Queen Trachea.”

“Drop the queen bit. If you’re in our odd family unit now, you can’t call me Queen.” Trachea insisted and moaned as her belly surged forth, smashing more of the ceiling and roof. “Damn it. My masons just finished the weather proofing~!”

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I weakly hummed as I slowly came to, but not where I expected. “Mother.”

“Yoshino? What is it?” I asked as I blinked her eyes open, her body responding much more readily than I remember. But then I looked down at her bosom and felt my heart sink at seeing a petulant Washu and an angry Ryoko who looked like a teenager, who I missed on my previous visit to this lovely Dwemer style tonal architecture station, being held at gunpoint by government looking types, a rather puffed-up looking government official leering up at me in distaste.

“Navi-no-ki! You are to surrender at once to the sovereign power of Jurai to be questioned on the homeworld by Mother Tsunami herself!” The uptight man demanded of me.

“Uh, about what?” I asked. “And, um, not to question your intelligence, but I am a Royal Tree, even if by surrogacy.” I mean, come on! I could Light Hawk Wing him and all his cronies in one go without even touching Washu or Ryoko! I haven’t had reason to use it much, but I’ve been practicing in the limited capacity I can do it in my world, and I can totally wing-snipe them!

“Which is why I have several ships with Fourth Generation tree cores ready to fire their Light Hawk Wings upon this station if you refuse to cooperate!” The man warned me as his soldiers all primed their laser weapons, Washu putting her hands on Ryoko’s shoulders to keep her from attacking.

“...That’d kill you too, you know.” I pointed out, but his absolute and unflinching demeanor told me he knew as much, and rightly didn’t care if it meant a danger to his government was dealt with. “Alright, fine.” I sighed and floated out of Yoshino’s body as a ball of light, that made them blink in confusion as my two-inch orb of light floated down to their height. “I come willingly, do not hurt my daughter, or Tsunami’s sister.” At my words, the soldiers gasped and Washu turned red-faced in anger, but hey, she brought this on herself!

“Damn you. Yes, yes. I’m the Choushin Washu. I prefer science to magic and I don’t project my universe-hurting body into this dimension so much as Tsunami does, damn overcompensating big sis of mine that she is.” Washu grumbled and leered angrily at me for revealing her identity.

“Funny enough I found another that could possibly rival you two.” I groaned, still remembering Wiatr’s bullcrap and that she influences a whole universe.

“Stand down men! While Washu is not the reason we came here, she is to be treated with respect. Speaking of which, I apologize for the intrusion Lady Washu. Try to keep your daughter from raiding our supply lines in the future, won’t you?” The stern man said with exhaustion. “Even if you have not committed a crime Navi-no-ki, you must still return to Jurai with us for communion with your mother Tsunami.”

“Alright,” I said with resignation, before shifting to my physical body, spooking the soldiers more. They were not used to this, clearly. “I thought Royal Trees could manifest beyond their bodies.”

“Only First Generation or older trees have been capable of this. You must forgive us this intrusion Navi-no-ki, but our duties are paramount. Come along now.” The stern man led us off of Yoshino’s bust, and I forlornly looked back at her, seeing her face form an expression of worry, while Ryoko was trying to get free of a sad Washu’s grip, while her eyes found mine, and imparted one thing.

Guilt.