Hyrulequestria

Ch.80

There was nothing on the second floor besides the low-security inmates. Tirek found the second-floor security office at the stairwell up to the third floor. I was a bit confused by the fact the Tartarus Bastille didn’t have a first floor, but Tirek said the entrance hall and the gateway courtyard were the first floor. Anyway, raiding the security office yielded a key. There was a single bokoblin in the office, but he didn’t offer any resistance, too confused to bother fighting.

“So who is the biggest guy here?” Shining asked as she looked out a window at the hellish landscape of lava and burnt rock. The hot sulfuric air was blasting us in the face, but Tirek and I didn’t flinch as our heat immunities rendered such a dangerous thing moot to us.

“The God of Lizards,” Tirek commented as the lava pool swelled and something huge tried getting out of a magical grid. “You think your tree body is big, Navi? This guy...I don’t know how big he is. He was brought in just weeks after I was by the dragons. Reports being that he wrought so much death and destruction that he set the dragons back four thousand years before they could capture him as he slept.”

“Ember should be here, so she could tell us more,” I commented as Tirek finished climbing the stairway to the third floor, which oddly had much smaller doors.

“Aren’t I the god of dragons?” Volvagia asked curiously since apparently someone had the title of “God of Lizards” and while disliked being called such, dragons are in fact a species of reptile. She didn’t get an answer as Tirek huffed and blushed, pulling her armor up her chest. “Um, what are you doing?”

“Oh, she’s gotta milk herself to get down in size. All that magic has to go somewhere.” Helma commented as Tirek groped and kneaded her breasts, groaning as she began gushing Magic Milk, which I yelped at and began gathering half of it in my more mundane storage system, holding a funnel from my cleavage under one of her nipples.

“Don’t waste it! It’ll be easier to get you back up to size if you have a boost!” I chided the cow taur, who snorted and kept milking herself, even venting raw magic through her horns. Within minutes, she was a flat A-cup, six feet tall, and was svelte and athletic.

“There. The next couple of floors are meant for smaller yet no less dangerous inmates. I’d be hard-pressed to get through here at my previous size.” Tirek unlocked the door with the small key she’d stolen from the lower security office, and when we opened the door, it was to a rather impressive sight. “Well shit. If I knew this was what they were going to get up to, I’d have begged to go along!”

It was an orgy! The monsters, they were absolutely going at each other, and their ‘prisoners’ who were no more locked up than their jailers. “Ember!” I cheered at the sight of the petite blue Dragon Lord getting it on with a couple of Magtails and a bokoblin all at once while Spike, who was allowed to go along, was railing an eager bokoblin woman. “Ember, we’re here!”

“Unf! Hm? Oh! Hey! I’ve got this handled! These total virgins have no, oof, clue how good sex is, so I’m educating them!” Ember cheekily smirked and held up her Scepter in her tail. “I’m in no danger here, you guys go on ahead. I’m gonna, oh~ be a helpful instructor. Swivel your hips more! You too Spike! I wanna hear her scream!”

“Yes, ma’am!” The young purple teen drake who looked far too mature to be as young as he was declared, moving his hips in a circle and his besieged elfin partner squealed!

“We have a question though. Who is this God of Lizards?” I asked quickly as I flew over to her.

“Gojira. Evil monster of pure destruction. Makes Volvagia look like a tame and benevolent person by comparison. Nothing against you Volva, you’re a good woman. Now, are ya gonna join in?” Ember smirked as the males she was pleasuring all came. “Or just watch as I make these total virgins cum all over me?” The fact they were cumming in her besides one of the magtails was ignored.

“Um.” Tirek mewled. “As much as I would love to, we have people to rescue and a new girl to add to the harem. Have fun.” Tirek then began trotting through the sprawling orgy nervously. “Don’t fuck the sexy monsters Tirek. You won’t redeem yourself that way.”

“Good plan! Save the sexual frustration for Jalhalla!” I declared, and Tirek snorted in resolve. We rounded the hall, revealing the orgy was less intense back here, but nervous and excited monsters were clearly over-aroused for their new bodies, and sly or compassionate people were helping them get over their urges.

We rounded yet another bend in the hall and had to stop. At the end of the hall, stood a fully armored titan, easily 8 feet in height, his helm scraping the ceiling, a gigantic double-edged battleax resting with the broad blade on the floor. “Oh. Shit.” I hissed through my teeth. “An Iron Knuckle. In these tight quarters? This is just, this is wrong. So wrong. How can we fight someone like that here?”

“I’ll admit, he’s a lot wider than even those Darknuts I’ve seen.” Shiny/Tirek said as they eyed the hulking armored giant with concern.

“Darknuts are professional soldiers. Iron Knuckles are the heavy-armored berserking tanks. He could easily cleave you in half if he hits you. Why aren’t Heart Containers a thing anymore?” I bemoaned in despair.

“Because they are unnecessary in this modern age. Any alchemist worth their craft can make a potion just as powerful as a Heart Container.” Farore assured, and I kinda wanted to throttle her for not mentioning this before when we could’ve had Charswirl or Tara make Heart Potions! “Sorry~!”

“Well, maybe he’ll be open to talking? Hello there! May we pass?” Shining asked before the Iron Knuckle’s five holes in its helm shone with red light, and it grunted as it hefted up the axe. “I’ll take that as a no!” Before things could get dangerous though, a blank Mask appeared in front of its helm, slamming into the possibly possessed armor. Rapidly, it began to shrink. Soon, standing in front of us was a petite 5 feet tall metal woman, blinking in confusion. “Huh…”

“...Small…” She droned, then hefted up her axe with ease onto her shoulder. “...Overridden. No directives. Standing by.” She moved aside, back to the wall, axe hanging in her hands and she stood there as stoically as she’d been before.

“...Right! Iron Knuckles are animated magic armor automatons! Huh...metal golem waifus. I can get behind that! Hey! Listen! This place needs order, could you go through this floor and the lower floor on patrol to make sure nobody tries to escape in panic? At least in the prison people can’t die.” I requested, and the pretty petite automaton turned her head to look at me, tilting her head a bit.

“...Directive confirmed. Lethal force authorized?” The lilt in her voice as she asked if she could kill people was a little disturbing.

“No! No lethal force!” Please don’t be a robocop thing. Please don’t be a robocop thing.

“...No lethal force…” She actually sounded slightly disappointed, then began walking down the hall. “Illegal public fornication in progress. Halt. Return to your cells for safety, then continue to fornicate if you wish.”

“Did we just gain a Waifu?” Shining asked curiously, so I flew up to Tirek’s snout to pat her nose.

“No Shiny. That Waifu is not for us to touch.”

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“More Iron Waifus.” Shining chuckled at the nickname she came up with as upstairs in the next floor we found the hall full of Iron Knuckles on standby. They were all identical, each a short woman with petite proportions, but unmistakably adults.

“We’re not calling them that!” I huffed in annoyance. They may be cute, tiny, badass little bitches now, but they’re still fierce warriors dammit!

“New Designation Noted, Iron Waifus.” The golems stated in unison.

“I...really?” I groaned. Damn you Majora! “Whatever! At least we don’t have to fight a hopeless battle! You girls! Patrol the lower floors, protect everyone. If whatever pervy programming Majora forced on you gives you urges, feel free to try and experience pleasure with willing partners.”

“Acknowledged!” They all suddenly seemed to gain a bit of personality, eyes sparkling and faces beaming as they hurried past us to the stairs.

“I can’t believe you just dubbed them Iron Waifus.” I sighed as I floated alongside Tirek during our trip down the hall. There didn’t seem to be any prisoners on this level for some-. “WATCH OUT!” I shouted, my senses pinging and tugging on the back of Shiny/Tirek’s hood, just in time for a massive battleaxe to swing from around the corner, almost beheading my lovers.

The axe seemed to be made of gold and silver, gleaming in the magic torchlights of the hall as it retracted. From around stepped a hulking masculine adonis of metal. The male Iron Knuckle, for that was definitely what he was, seemed to be made of intricate silver and gold instead of iron. His helm which covered his eyes and crested his head scrapped the ceiling, his boots making the stone floor seem to chip from his weight alone. Aside from being shirtless, he was indeed an Iron Knuckle. No.

A Resplendent Knuckle! “Link! Stay away! This Knuckle is imbued with the Power Gauntlets!” I wailed as my Seeker Senses honed in on the gold and silver gauntlets on his arms and hands.

“How are we supposed to get around?” Tirek worriedly questioned as we backed away from the advancing automaton, who not only towered to the point of nearly touching the ceiling but had a width to him that was enhanced by the massive battleaxe.

“Situation compromised. Expelling intruders with lethal force.” The baritone voice of the Resplendent Knuckle declared, winding up for a swing, which Shiny/Tirek wisely jumped away from, and we all yelped as the clearly overpowered security unit smashed through the cells!

“What?!” Shining yelped as we ran, but Tirek’s galloping was cut short by the discovery that magic bars had descended over the door, locking us in.

“Shit! He’s the miniboss! We have to defeat him!” I yelped, turning around to see the massive monster of a man-machine was leisurely trudging towards us, and then I looked past him at the much wider space his swing had created, a lightbulb going off in my head. “Shiny! Look! Bait him into attacking again! He can’t swing without opening up the space more!”

“Which means making evading him possible! Okay!” Shiny turned Tirek around, snorting and lowering her horns, charging like the bovine she is.

“Enemy tactics updated,” Resplendent stated, pulling the grip of his axe back until his hand was near the head and I panicked.

“PULL BACK!” My words were just in time, Tirek skidded to a stop just short of the one-handed uppercut the golem had attempted, but they couldn’t avoid when he let the axe slide through his grip, holding it over them, and dropping the weight of it on my lovers, Tirek wailing in pain as it chopped into her shoulder! “NO!” I flew at the monster, throwing myself into its face, smacking my whole body into him, and I bounced off, dazed.

“Mission update.” He grabbed me with his free hand, pulling his axe out of the unconscious Shiny/Tirek’s shoulder, the blood I expected not coming, the Hero’s Garb seeming intact, somehow. “Securing prisoners.” He put his weapon to his back, it clinging to his naked shoulders like it was magnetized, and grabbed one of Tirek’s horns, dragging my lovers behind him as I weakly struggled in his immovable grip before he squeezed so tightly I thought I was going to die, but I blacked out before I would know.

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I came to, in a bottle...damn it! I stood up and snarled at the sight of someone I wasn’t looking forward to seeing again. “Shikoro!” I growled, the purple-skinned bokoblin had undergone the anthrofication process too, his shamanic garb clinging to his fit body annoyingly well.

“Hmph, so much for the peace I was hoping for,” Shikoro grumbled as he worked at a mortar and pestle. “I swear, Kevin may be competent, but his demands are almost as annoying as Lord Grogar’s.”

“I knew that horse at Death Mountain was the real brains!” I declared victoriously...then slumped. “Oh shit, it’s Kevin! We’re doomed!”

“Indeed. His incredible power of common sense and management makes things efficient, even when most of your workforce is debilitated with the urges caused by these new forms.” Shikoro screwed up his purple elfin face which was unfairly handsome btw in disgust. “No matter. The Hero is Dark World’s problem now.”

“WHAT?! NO~!” I wailed in despair, wondering what horrible monster my lovers have been turned into! But my concerns would have to wait, I shivered in fear as Shikoro continued to work his alchemy, and I had to wonder when he would need my services again.

[The Hero]

“I’m okay with this.” Shiny/Tirek commented on their new tiger-striped body. More or less, Tirek was the same, just with a beautiful and lush mane of hair, her face leonine. “So where are we?” She/he/they asked as they looked around the frigidly cold place, glad for their padded armor and warm fur coat otherwise. “Brr~!” It was similar to the Tartarus Bastille, but instead of smothering heat, it was oppressive cold. Ice formed on the stone in places and the blue flames of the torches provided no warmth.

“WE MUST FOLLOW THE TRUE KING!” A bokoblin yelled. “FOLLOW GOJIRA NOT THE FALSE FATHER GROGAR!”

“Shut up Heretic!” Yell another Bokoblin yelled. “Grogar gave us life! He gave us our minds!”

“What are they talking about? That big lizard is a mindless monster from the Primordial era, even before Demise.” A Moblin huffed. “He may have helped make us back before Demise came and took control of us, but Gojira was just a beast, we all were back then.”

“But didn’t Grogar give us higher thought?” The other moblin asked.

“Hey, um, fellas? Mind helping me out? I’m a bit lost.” Shiny/Tirek asked as she trotted out of the cell she’d woken up in, approaching the bickering group of males, all unnecessarily well-built anthros and for their comfort, garbed in thick fur clothes and coats. Even the 10-foot tall moblin.

“Uh, a female Lynel? Haven’t seen you guys since Demise unchained us from the Sacred Realm.” The moblin commented, his smooth pig snout sniffing in their direction.

“So that’s what I am? Um, I’ll be frank, I’m from Hyrule. I woke up here like this. I was already a centaur before, but now I’m part lion.” Tirek admitted in bemusement, rubbing her arms.

“Moon Pearl could help them. Which temple was it?” The other moblin commented rubbing its head. “Hera’s tower?”

“Collapsed into Gojira’s ancient ruins just four years ago. It’s how Grogar woke up because another temple collapsed and released him.” The first bokoblin commented. “Hey, you think Demise collapsed his old temples just to try and wake those two up?”

“Why? Gojira is just a beast as you said.” The other bokoblin replied in confusion.

“Um, where is this temple?” Tirek/Shining requested with concern.

“Oh, it’s over there.” They pointed to a massive hole in the ground with a lake slowly forming in it. It looked to be able to swallow the Dragonlands whole. “His was the biggest temple in the Sacred realm before it was corrupted and covered up. Still a lot of gold down there.”

“But wait, aren’t they different realms?” Tirek/Shining questioned in confusion.

“Once they were the same and we were something different.” The Bokoblin told them. “We don’t remember before Grogar, before Demise. Gojira is from before, we’re unsure if the Goddess birthed him, or if he was a god with them, be we know he helped make us. But we don’t know why.”

“Really wish Navi was here...thanks, fellas.” Tirek/Shining turned towards the hole in the wall and huffed, bracing for the cold. She should tell the males were eyeing her ass and couldn’t help giving a bit of a wiggle, the boys whooping after her and she smirked as her long leonine tail whipped about in pride.

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“Shiny~! Tirek~! URP! Please save us~!” I wailed from my bottle in unison with Volvagia, Helma, and Gohma. Shikoro had shaken copious amounts of fairy dust from me before sealing the bottle with dark magic, and tossing me into the same cell as Zelda, Celestia, and Luna. The three rulers all having rings on their horns.

*ROAAAR!* We heard from outside, many monsters going on edge.

“Farore, what was that?” Celestia asked fearfully as she looked out the door.

“That is Gojira. He is a primordial Monster, one of the first to enter our realms from beyond. He is anathema to us, an entity of destruction to our creation. But he’s sealed, and nothing here can free him. Not even his collapsed temple in Dark World is any threat.” Farore soothed us with certainty. “He’s one of the few things we try our hardest to keep in check. He did escape once, once and set back the dragons for thousands of years, so we had him set up here in Tartarus. He’s not evil, just a force we had used a few time to reset the board we broke.”

“Why do I get the feeling he’s going to escape now?” I whined.

“DON’T JINX IT!” Helma shrieked.

“That’s the last thing we need!” Volvagia said from my lips since I hadn’t stopped wearing her, but my fairy essence was so powerful that I’m still a fairy, even wearing her.

“Nope.” Gohma simply said, and then the beast roared again.

“What could Majora do if he got out?” Luna whined in fear not hearing anyone as she stared out of the cell.

“Nothing. Majora may be an interloper as well, but there’s no guarantee he can toy with an entity as mindless and cruel as Gojira.” Celestia insisted, and Zelda nodded.

“Indeed. He’s likely throwing this fit due to how much of a commotion this whole disaster is causing. Right, Captain Betelguese?” Zelda snarked at the busty armored wolf-like female with pitch-black fur and piercing red eyes who glared at the princess from her cell across the hall from us.

“Oh yuk it up Princess.”