Hyrulequestria

Ch.84

“I’m a bit confused. Why the Gerudo first again?” I asked in bemusement of Gleaming as we were flying to the desert on the King of Red Lions again. This time it was our destination though.

“Because when I convened with your slime lover Zephyr to scry for danger, that was the one that came up with the most amount of success if we faced it.” Jalha proudly declared, having had her new host agree to come along on the ship, an easy request since her host, a diamond dog named Jewel, was a retired soldier. “I’ve gotta say, not having to worry about strong light weakening me is a nice bonus to counter being a mask.”

“I still don’t get how that works,” Gleaming commented since we were directly under the scorching hot early summer sun.

“I’m less a Poe and more a magic artifact.” Jalha declared cheerfully.

“You just totally went off on a tangent. How did you and Zephyr come to this conclusion?” I scrunched my snout in annoyance from my seat in Gleaming’s cleavage. She complained the magic Hero's Garb was stifling and pulled it down to expose the top of her heaving bowling ball boobs, even though I know from experience it’s very temperature regulating within reason. Whatever, I’m in my hot lover’s cleavage and I’m enjoying it.

“She used her tarot cards and I used my lantern to scry. Combining them together came up with more consistent results.” Jalha proudly boasted.

“Okay, so magic.” I sighed as we flew over the desert. “So did it say anything about bombardment from magic and mundane means?”

“No. When asking about the combat, the results insisted the Gerudo would be too focused on the Redeads, Gibdos, and Stalfos to bother with us if we approach with a white flag.” Jalha pointed up at the mast, specifically the white flag we were flying.

“That’s rather specific. I thought scrying and cards were vague.” Gleaming said as she fanned me and her tits. “Fuck it’s hot. How do you ladies stand to have two masses of heat on your chest?”

“I’m not naturally female and I have always been abnormal there, so I can’t say anything.” I shrugged, and began coating Gleaming’s shiny white chest orbs in my slime, causing her to sigh in relief as I cooled her off, starting to cover her under her armor.

“I didn’t have big boobs long enough to be able to tell you.” Jalha dismissed with a shrug of her own, patting her petite A-cups through her tight belly shirt and wiggling her mini-skirt clad hips, both a stark yellow to contrast with her purple and black ghostly body. Considering she floated around everywhere, I felt the mini-skirt was a bit much, but it was her choice.

“Well, I have a tip. Just splash water on yourself~.” I purred as I wiggled between Gleaming’s tits and start dropping my body temperature a bit more.

“Whoa! Cold!” Gleaming yelped, clutching her breasts, and me by extension as I spread over her whole body. Oh~ she certainly does still have the family jewels and, oo~, those are inviting pussy lips~. “Gah! N-Navi~?”

“Shush babe. I’ll keep you cool.” I said as I spread up her neck, melding into my slime as she panted and moaned while I invaded her, the hero falling to her muscular butt and panting, drawing attention.

“You okay?” Jalha asked with her face flushed red at the sight of me reducing Gleaming to a groaning and moaning puddle of a mare, her breasts swelling with arousal into basketballs.

“Y-yes~.” Gleaming managed to whine, then bit her lip and squeaked as she came from my invasion of her uterus, and I drank her fluids eagerly. “H-holy shit~...Navi...just, wow.”

“You’re welcome. Um, babe?” I awkwardly asked, considering she hasn’t been female long, and Gleaming patted her slowly shrinking bust in acceptance of the term of endearment.

“It’s okay Navi. I’m gonna just keep changing until this whole quest is done. I might as well get used to being called a mare, or woman considering I’m getting less and less pony as I go.” Gleaming said as she stood up, her white fur covered in my shiny blue membrane, making her look like a balloon woman.

“Alright, well at least you experienced giving birth before.” I chuckled, having barely stopped myself from impregnating her. This was enough to get my own ‘balls’ churning. I haven’t been someone’s living bodysuit since I did it with Celestia and Luna, which got them both heavily knocked-up by me.

“Wow, really? I wonder what that’s like...” Jalha mumbled with consideration. Since she’s a ghost, she likely doesn’t even know what being alive is like considering how powerful she is.

“We could help with that.” Gleaming chuckled as she rubbed her balls through her trousers, making me groan.

“Gleaming, stop, unless you want me to blow.” I groaned out.

“What if I want you to~?” Gleaming cooed, then blinked. “The fuck was that? Um, ladies, I think my mind is being affected.”

“No, you're horny.” Jalha chuckled. “Those thoughts are normal for a girl when horny, it’s instinct. Just remind yourself of that you can’t take care of a kid yet and you should be able to fight it off.”

“...But I can totally take care of a kid, I just won’t be able to be there all the time.” Gleaming pouted, then sighed at the window her surging lust was finding as an excuse, said lust was absolutely flooding me. Dang, it Zulu I thought you turned that down! “Damn it...I can’t believe how much I’ve changed already, and I’ve still got, what, three, maybe four of you girls to Mask?”

“About, more or less. I was just woken up rather rudely by a big angry goat who ordered me to invade Tartarus. Actually, I just thought of this; why haven’t I been persecuted for that?” Jalha’s question was a logical one, considering Betelguese had been a stone's throw from locking Tirek back up just for her hand in relocating Tartarus to this realm fully.

“Maybe it’s because you’re already dead? Aside from that lich, everything in the prison was alive.” I shuddered over Gleaming’s body, the memory of that lich, or rather Demi-Lich considering it was just a skull, on a mobile mound of mole rat skulls, turning things into more mole rat skulls, was going to haunt me forever.

“I’ll side with that logic. Now either fuck me or get off Navi because I’m about to blow~.” Gleaming whined, and I eagerly began pulsing on her thick equine cock under her armor for a snack and so I could get off in a feminine way. “Oh~! Mm~ tangy!

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“That...is a lot of undead.” Gleaming worriedly said as we flew over the ridiculous tide of monsters that all shuffled, staggered, or even sprinted across the desert sands at a defensive outcropping ahead. Dark red-brown amazonian lionesses snarled and roared from their battle positions, raining stones from slings, trebuchets, and even using their own strength to break down the outcropping for more ammo to hurl at the sea of undead. “Captain! Shouldn’t we lend aid?!”

“We first need to parlay! I’ve been advised the Gerudo are prideful near to a fault. We need to offer our aid before they’ll accept it, viewing us barging in on the battle as a contest.” Daphnes informed us as we flew straight for the highest spire of rock that this defensive outpost had jutting from the sands of the North Gerudo desert. “Hoy there! I wish to parlay with your leader!”

“What words must you waste our time with male?!” Demanded the imperious wall of muscle that was the lioness looking over the battle impassively, as if unworried about the army of death coming for her and her soldiers.

“An offer of aid, we can bombard them from up here!” Daphnes declared, and the towering 8-foot tall woman chuffed and spat to the side.

“At least you have the manners to offer first male. Feel free.” The lioness looked to the side and roared in a pattern, the other amazonian lion women echoing back. “Prove you’re worth even considering our time afterward.”

“I think you’ll find us adequate.” Daphnes cheekily replied and shouted for his men, and ladies because this was not a traditional ship from my old world, to begin bombarding the enemy army. “Nothing fancy people! Just watch your fire and keep it away from the lion ladies!”

“So is there anything we can do?” I asked from Gleaming’s lips, considering she was still wearing me, even still having the top of her bosom open to the air with her Hero’s Garb adjusted for plunging cleavage, the two blue bowling balls shiny under the sun.

“Unless you lot have an enormous area of effect attacks, you’re best staying aboard.” Daphnes advised us warily as he eyed the small army of monsters below.

“I have a magic bomb bag,” Gleaming announced, pulling said artifact from her cleavage as casual as can be. “If we fly over them I can just drop tons of magic bombs on them.”

“Well...that would save us ammunition. Change of plans! Begin flying over the enemy! Our Hero here will be giving them presents!” Daphnes cheered, and everyone cheered in agreement. “Get to the aft and get ready to drop on my order!”

At this, Gleaming excitedly ran for the back railing of the ship, opening up the bag and pinching the opening shut with one hand while holding the bottom of the bag with the other, ready to literally start pouring her magic into it, and the resulting bombs out onto the enemies below. “This sounds like it’s going to be fun!” Jalha declared from next to us.

“Drop charges!” Daphnes shouted, and Gleaming got a manic grin to her beautiful face as she let go of the opening of the bag, and round glowing blue bombs began absolutely dumping out onto the undead below, exploding in a cacophony of detonations, flinging sand, and dissipating Darkness from the dispelled minions everywhere.

“Gleaming, you’re getting hard.” I chuckled as she continued to pour bombs, even humping against the railing a bit.

“Oh hell yes~!” Gleaming declared in raw excitement, the arousal clearly just a bleed effect since not much actual arousal was coming to me through the connection. “I’m almost guaranteed to never get another chance at this! I’m gonna enjoy it!”

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“Who possesses such powerful magic? I wish to witness this person!” Excitedly declared the Gerudo leading this outpost as Daphnes, Gleaming and Jalha crossed the gangplank to her lookout/office.

“That would be Lady Shine, erm, Lady Gleaming here. She has a magic artifact that generates magic explosives.” Daphnes introduced Gleaming, who looked a bit bemused at the Lady title.

“Oh...pardon my lack of enthusiasm miss, I was hoping it was one of the males aboard.” The lioness sheepishly admitted, a bit of a flush to her cheeks and her red eyes both a bit disappointed and pleased. I didn’t miss how she had clearly adjusted her skimpy armored brassiere to flaunt her hefty watermelon-sized boobs compared to how they were before.

“Who’s says I’m not male.” Gleaming chuckled as she tried lowering her trousers a bit, but I stuck her pants to me. Gleaming, no flashing army leaders!

“Oh! One of those hermaphrodites? Would you mind helping me sire a worthy daughter? I wish her to be strong in magic as well as physical prowess.” The woman boldly requested, and I just remembered the Gerudo were a traditional amazonian tribe aside from their male king every century deal.

“Hey~!” Jalha possessively floated next to Gleaming and hugged her cheek to her petite bosom, pouting at the towering woman who laughed amicably.

“I see you have at least one suitor already. I’ll respectfully retract my request.” The woman backtracked, but the moved her eyes to Daphnes, giving him the once-over but clearly not finding him to her taste.

“I have many, one’s actually on me right now.” Gleaming chuckled rubbing the top of her bosom, and me by extension.

“Really? Well, all pleasantries aside, I thank you for your aid. Are you simply passing through, or what is your purpose here? As you can see, we have our hands full dealing with this invasion.” The muscular woman crossed her arms under her bust and walked to the table in the thankfully shaded lookout, looking over what seemed to be an impressively detailed map of the region.

“I’m Farore’s Champion and wish to help your people against this army of undead.” Gleaming declared seriously, but not without her prior cheer.

“Hm? Pardon, did you just say you’re the Hero? But, you’re not male. The Hero has always been male.” The woman blinked as she looked Gleaming over again, noting the green and brown Hero’s Garb she wore, realization coming across her face and her eyes widening.

“Magic masks, my...mates have been slowly changing me.” Gleaming explained.

“I see. My offer to bear your children is now always on the table. Now then, if you’re here, then...yes. I believe Queen Nabooru could use your help.” The woman pointed to a point on the map, specifically where the San Palomino Desert, or North Gerudo Desert to the locals, ended at the mountains by a lake. “Here is our only major settlement in the north desert; Sonambula. It sits on the southern banks of the Southern Oasis. I will give you traditional Gerudo banners to fly so that they will know you come in peace. Ask for Queen Nabooru, she is our current ruler.”

“That is all well and good milady, but I’ve been told your people are extremely prejudiced against males. Should we only have the females of the crew enter the town? Are hermaphrodites considered male and thus unwelcome?” Daphnes asked of the outpost commander pointedly, the lioness blinking at the rather insightful questions.

“It would be for the best if no males entered the town, but herms are more than welcome. There’s a belief that if we get enough herm genes in the tribe, more desirable hermaphrodites will be born since they aren’t wholly male, and might not be subject to the curse that only allows our tribe to bear a single male a century.” The amazonian woman rubbed her ripped lower abdomen longingly. “So many of us never know the pleasure of a male, let alone the joy of carrying and birthing a child…”

“Well, as a good first step, don’t treat males like we’re the sand under your paws and we’ll be more likely to flock to you just for the pleasure of looking upon your regal and powerful beauty. Consider that.” Daphnes playfully snarked before turning for the gangplank, and the woman was now eyeing him in interest.

“Hm...what is his name?” The lioness asked with a predatory glint to her eyes.

“Daphnes,” Gleaming replied instinctively, and we perked up at hearing a powerful purr emanate from the lioness’ chest as she smiled dangerously.

“Daphnes…”

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“So, you salty sea bird. You never mentioned you were a pussy slayer~.” I teased the captain, who was all frazzled, a sheer pink veil stuffed in his shirt, and his plumage was all puffed up in the griffin equivalent of a blush.

“Silence! I’ll get enough of that from the crew, I’ll have none of it out of you!” Daphnes squawked indignantly. Hosofa, the outpost commander, had managed to sweet talk Daphnes into us all staying the night at her outpost, stating it would be nearly impossible to spot Sonambula at night since they kept light to a minimum at night to not draw attention from monsters.

Needless to say, Daphnes was practically dragged by his paws to her personal quarters since his spunkiness had caught her eye. She wasn’t the only Gerudo to claim a partner for the night from the crew though, several had managed to poach males into their beds and those that failed to draw them away demanded upfront they wanted to at least enjoy their pleasures aboard the ship if they weren’t willing to leave it.

That also said, King of Red Lions was rocking in the air a bit, the ghost of a king bemoaning the naughtiness happening aboard and there were no lions sleeping that night until early morning. Thankfully I’d kept Gleaming safe, a simple task since she’s visibly female.

But that was last night. It was mid-morning now, the sun was getting higher in the sky and Daphnes and several other males had invitations to return to their new paramours whenever they could. I was rather chipper since, with all the naughtiness aboard last night, I got to get it on with Gleaming without feeling all icky. The others were making enough noise to cover us.

“Well Daphnes, I’m happy for you. Hosofa seems to be a rather impressive woman if she can keep other buff, tall, strong-willed women under her control.” Gleaming declared to the ship captain, who straightened up a bit more.

“She is indeed. I felt like I was being commanded on a ship the way she took control of me. I admire a woman with such a strong will, and I look forward to our next meeting.” Daphnes rubbed Hosofa’s veil with his talons, his beak turned up at the corners in a fond smirk. “All that aside, we should be coming upon Sonambula soon enough.”

The King of Red Lions was decked out in Gerudo heraldry. The flag, sails, and even the sides of the ship were boasting our friendly intent. Where those ladies had enough dye to expertly stain the sails I have no clue, but they did a good job putting the Crest of the Gerudo in plain sight.

Sure enough, soon Sonambula was spotted on the southern shore of a huge lake bordered by grasses and various trees. Said lake was fed by a shallow river to the east and likely an upwelling aquifer considering it was an oasis and not just a lake. Thankfully we weren’t fired upon and were able to slowly lower on the east side of the fairly huge town, outside the walls of course.

“Prepare for dry dock! Ready the anchor and the gangplanks!” Daphnes shouted as we lowered to the sands. A few dozen armed Gerudo in purple brassieres and sirwal pants rushed from the eastern gate, spears at the ready as they approached. “Okay, males, get below deck! Good luck Hero.” Daphnes said to Gleaming as he retreated.

No sooner than he and the other males had fled below deck, did several of the amazonian dusky-furred lionesses leap onto the deck, snarling and aiming their spears at us. “SURRENDER! You are to submit immediately!”

“Oh great, and here I was hoping we could skip the Gerudo jails,” I muttered.