Hyrulequestria

Ch.91

“So...we’re all furries now?” Elenor, my absolute party-girl unrepentant selfish and unlucky in love older sister asked us as she played with mom’s boobs, having pulled up her blouse on being told mom had tits bigger than bean bag chairs. “I mean, fluffy tits, hot as hell. But why furries? Why not scales? Scales are hot.”

“You have scales.” I groaned. “And I’m technically just a goo.” Dammit, sis, you’ve only been here less than an hour and I already need a break from you.

“Whoa...are we sure I’m not high? I was at a frat party when I fell through the window.” Elenor stopped groping mom’s boobs long enough to look at herself. “Whoa, I’m hot! Bro! Check me out!”

“Sis. Stop tempting me. Mom might not be able to get pregnant, but I have fewer reservations of taking out a lot of my frustrations out on you.” I snarled, many repressed memories of her tormenting me coming to mind. I wonder, how much can I fill her until she is about to blow?

“Oh~! Little Scrawny Johnny finally got some balls? How about you show me~?” Elenor dared me, standing over me and pressing her tits into my face, causing me to growl.

“Girls!” Mom barked at us, and we immediately backed off from each other. “This is how you behave seeing one another for the first time in years? Is this how I raised you two?!”

“Sorry, mom.” We chorused together, wilting at the same time.

“As silly as all this is, might we continue our business?” Beedle requested politely of everyone in attendance.

“Of course Beedle. Love, if it is almost time for Wiatr to arrive in Hyrule, then we must free the Aspect of Sex from Evil’s clutches. There is little we can do about the armies to our north at the moment. Go with Gleaming and Stalrova to the Black Isles to see to freeing them of occupation.” Luna decreed, and I bowed, turning to leave, but not without slapping my sister’s huge bubbly ass so hard it shook like jelly and she yelped.

“What the fuck?! Since when did Johnny have the bravery to do that?!” I heard her demand as I shrunk down to my tiny fairy size and began flying off, not wanting to deal with my stupid sexy and mean sister right now. “Take a handful next time! In fact, take two!” Grrrr!

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“So, to the oceans we go? I admit to being quite interested. I’ve never left our desert home before, and these lush, temperate lands have been a treat already.” Stalrova asked from her place on my left breast as we boarded the King of Red Lions up in Cloudsdale, which had several Gerudo having gleefully taken residence along with their chosen mates on the crotchety ship which verbally objected to all the raunchiness now common aboard. “It is good to see my people already spreading beyond our traditional borders besides to raid and hunt for males.”

“Oh no. They’ve hunted their males. They just decided to come along rather than try to keep us in their desert.” Daphnes proclaimed with Hosofa practically draped over his shoulders and smiling happily. “The moment the Undead simply began vanishing, well, aside from the Poes and Stalfos, and the remaining monsters fled, many of the ladies at the northern outpost felt it was a good time to go hunting.”

“Daphnes, I already caught my meal. I’m just savoring it.” Hosofa purred in his plumage and kissed the area around his earhole under the feathers, and Daphnes visibly puffed up, causing her to giggle and wrap her arms around his shoulders, draping her hands down his torso and pressing her watermelon-sized tits into his neck.

“Indeed! It pleases me greatly. My people may finally have a future unbound from our solemn duties to the desert.” Stalrova cheered and Gleaming finally got up the gangplank, her hooves almost falling through the wood as she was still adjusting to her new ghostly powers.

“Ugh. I’m still having issues. Sorry for holding us up.” Gleaming apologized with a faint blush. I’d found her halfway in a wall in her suite, no longer unpleasantly hot thanks to Charswirl and Avera, with Jalha trying to coach her through getting herself out of her predicament. Thankfully none of the other Mask Girls were around, likely all busy since they’ve so quickly gotten into hobbies and positions of power, what with them all having dominion over Dark World minions.

“Okay, Mistress has deemed the threat of Hell bad enough to hold coming over, which means she has sent Todd over to deal with those weakening your Veil.” Zulu huffed as she appeared next to me where we both floated in the air over the assembled working crew, their Gerudo mates helping as new crew members. “This world definitely can’t handle both her and one of the boys. Reality would tear asunder.”

“Good. So, are you coming along? Or can we be spared raunchy wish shenanigans?” I caustically barbed at the fairy. She’s just doing her job, I get that, but every time she gets involved, things get needlessly sexy.

“No, I have a contract to fulfill with Epona. I’ve just popped over here to let you know how things are going.” Zulu informed us before flying off the ship, and we followed her with our eyes to see Epona, as scantily clad and buff as ever, waving cheerfully at us with suitcases at her hooves.

“Hey! I’m moving in with you! I already got the okay from Helma!” Epona shouted at us.

“Oh! Good! I was kinda worried what we did was a one-time thing!” Gleaming called back happily, her wings fluttering.

“As if! Looking forward to playing some skyball with ya babe!” Epona yelled in response, blew her a kiss, and then flew down towards Everfree with her suitcases.

“Oh? I’m in such a diverse and sexy romantic unit. Why you may already have a harem greater than Ganondorf the Twelfth.” Stalrova’s glowing eyes turned heart-shaped. “I am eager to get a host so that we may get to know one another~.”

“I will volunteer the Honorable Elder!” A Gerudo who wasn’t fawning over someone chirped from nearby. “I am Sukam. I decided to hunt for a male in these lands, but I’ll gladly aid you.”

“Splendid! Let us talk terms.”

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“Is this really all quite necessary?” Gleaming asked with a vibrant blush as night fell while The King of Red Lions coasted through the skies to the southeast.

“Of course! It is customary for a Gerudo to dance for her mate in the setting sun at least once, if not weekly.” Stalrova happily said as she, and every other Gerudo aboard, belly danced in the light of the setting sun for their mates, turning it into a rather festive and cheerful event. The crew had even broken out instruments and began playing, several of the amazonian women even trying other dances with their mates. The fact that Stalrova was still 15 feet tall was also a factor in her arousal and embarrassment, since everyone could see her lover the most.

“Is it a strictly cultural thing, or what?” I asked Stalrova from my aroused lover’s shoulder, about ready to jump someone with how much need she was dumping into me.

“It is a tradition. It is believed that a female-presenting her body in dance to her mate enhances her fertility and his virility. Otherwise, we simply love displaying ourselves to our lovers.” Stalrova winked at Gleaming as she shimmied, shook, and undulated before us. “The size difference is new though. I wasn’t nearly this big before fusing with Stallord.”

“Bawk.” Came a squawk from behind us.

“Huh? Oh! Does Helma have a message for us?” I asked of the golden cucco woman who had landed on the deck. She wore a postal cap and a mostly unbuttoned blue vest and matching blue shorts which put her thicc body on display but not obscenely.

“Bawk.” The Cucco sounded before reaching into a messenger bag hanging by her hip and handing us a mass-print format letter stating some weird Red Monsters were using sun-like fire to attack people in the Griffin Kingdom. It seemed to be a general newsletter rather than a specific one addressed to us. “Bawk!” The cucco squawked, gave a jaunty salute and took off.

“Oh, right. Helma said something about having her minions working for the state. I didn’t think she meant as a postal service.” Gleaming commented as she read over the letter. “Hm, those must be the forces of Hell that Zulu talked about. Hopefully whoever Wiatr sends can beat them back and not hurt the world at the same time.”

“I wonder, how did Zulu know from halfway around the world?” Stalrova asked as she danced.

“Actually, Hyrule’s a trio of close continents meeting at the north. There’s still a whole half a world to explore beyond the oceans.” I informed Gleaming’s undead Gerudo lover. “But that’s besides the point. Likely Zulu is designed to sense things like this. She’s an engineered construct, not a born creature, as hard as it is to imagine her to be a golem of sorts.”

“Ah.” Stalrova then got on her knees, so her pelvis was nearly eye-level with our seated kirin lover as she continued to undulate. Her pelvis may be clothed, but we could see the faint dampness in her crotch. “Hm~ perhaps there is something to being so big.”

Gleaming couldn’t utter a word, paralyzed with arousal as she was. I groaned, falling to the deck and fingering myself. Damn it! Stalrova is such a horrible tease!

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“Well. Cocoamoa has seen better days.” I sadly said, looking down on the clearly damaged town. Several buildings had been burned to the ground, and Dark Worlders were occupying said town. We were using a cloud as cover above them.

From what we could tell, the enemy was mostly composed of bokoblins and the occasional moblin. This group was clearly just a token force left behind to keep the citizens subjugated. Considering Cocomoa is inhabited by dragons and kirins with the occasional hippogriff/hippocampus, they must have taken the children hostage to keep the adults in line.

However, the fact that people were walking around and the minions were even chatting with some of them, perhaps this wasn’t as violent an occupation as once believed. Likely, since the Dark World denizens began getting anthrofied, this arrangement became much less about violent subjugation and more about adjusting to each other.

Still, we couldn’t just leave without confirming the situation more. “Should we go down with you wearing Robin Hood, see how things are?” I questioned of Gleaming, who was poking her head through the cloud with a seagull-painted red telescope lent to her by Daphnes.

“Yeah.” Gleaming started before taking out the mask I gave her so many months ago.

“Hrm? I was in someone's pocket?” Robin Hood asked, shocking us both as Gleaming dropped the mask, which somehow landed on the cloud. “OW! Rude! I’ll have you know, it is quite unbecoming of a gentleman to be treated this way.”

“Great. More Majora fuckery.” His snickering confirmed it. Asshole. “You’re a magic mask, you didn’t have your own persona before, welcome to life.”

“Oh, I know that. I’m just having you on. So, have something you need shot with skill? Is something stolen? Fair maidens to woo?” Robin Hood asked foxily.

“Just need to sneak around without getting seen. I have magic in my armor that helps with that, but your skills make us practically impossible to find.” Gleaming informed Robin as she picked him up and began carefully gliding down towards the tropical forest on the island. The Hero’s Garb would indeed keep us unnoticed, so long as we didn’t do anything overly loud.

“Got it. Mind if some things go missing or ladies get caressed?” Robin asked cheekily as we landed.

“No, I’m good with that. So long as you’re not stealing from good people.” Gleaming replied then fanned her cleavage, having taken to keeping the Hero’s Garb with a plunging U-neck.

“Only from evil and the rich, got it.” Robin chuckled as Gleaming moved to put him on, then bit her lip.

“Hey, Navi. Mind getting on me?” I was surprised at Gleaming’s request. It isn’t ungodly hot here. Sure, it’s very warm, and muggy, but not unbearable.

“Um, sure? But why?” I asked as I quickly melded to my fiance’s sexy body.

“I want to keep risking becoming slime.” Before I could object, Gleaming put Robin on, and soon...we were female Robin. The amazonian female one that I had become so long ago. “Huh?”

“Huh...this is new. I won’t object, however! I still have the family jewels down there.” Robin declared happily, patting our shared groin. “Well then! Time to go pick some pockets, grope some butts, and drop some eaves!”

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Turns out, the town wasn’t in a bad state. At first, yes, apparently the occupation was as violent and scary as could be. But when the minions began turning anthro and seemed to gain a brain, they felt both confused and disgusted at what they’d been doing. Well, most of them. The dissenters who insisted on following orders to the letter got killed/banished.

Cocomoa was recovering, both the town itself, the original inhabitants, and it’s new inhabitants who were helping rebuild. After confirming this, we found the mayor, a dragon by name of Flotsam, and asked if there was anything he needed for his town.

He then asked if we could help investigate the ruins that had appeared in the forest, likely the entrance to the Empyrean Library that Charswirl had gotten lost in. We sent a letter back home to have someone come help with that since we have other things to get to, and continued onwards.

Each island was a near-similar story. Towns were raided, looted, and then occupied, but most of the minions turned into decent people who detested what they’d done and turned on the still loyal ones following their master’s orders.

Considering the sheer number of islands, this was a relief. The only exception was a town that had been completely overtaken by unscrupulous minions, the few good ones having died in revolt, and the citizens all turned into breeding fodder. We killed them all with help from our new Gerudo allies and freed the citizens, who we were heartbroken we couldn’t do more for right now.

“Honestly. We’re lucky most of these monsters have come to their senses. What we saw back there, it was the things of nightmares.” Daphnes declared as we flew for the next island in the massive archipelago, still heading southeast towards the largest island where Luna informed us she had given the Sex Aspect to Water Lily. It was an island of hippogriffs/hippocampi who lived apart from Seaquestria and Mount Aris due to having divergent beliefs and values.

We suddenly felt a weight on the world, though not one that harmed it. This entity seemed to make a new foundation from just being here, the world feeling more solid and magic much more powerful. “Whoa. That is new.” I commented with bemusement. Gleamy was still wearing Robin and me, stating she wanted to get some fox and slime traits. I protested, of course, but Gleamy wanted Slime so she could morph and fox because, well, fox.

“Indeed. I sense that the Veil has strengthened immensely. Whatever this is, it is good for the realm.” Stalrova commented as she waved her hands through the air.

“LAND HO~!” A Stallion in the Crowsnest called the lookout, and we focused our attention forward, seeing a huge volcanic island in the distance. The volcano was currently erupting but rather tamely, dumping lava down one side of the islands and into the ocean. On the untouched side of the large island was a large stone city overflowing with higher-tier minions, at least from what we could tell.

Thankfully they hadn’t spotted us. The crew have taken to covering the King of Red Lions in cloud to keep the distinctive red ship hidden in the sky. “I see a disturbing number of Darknuts, Iron Knuckles-slash-Waifus, moblins, stalfos, and lizalfos down there.” He reported the lookout as he had the best vision and the best telescope. “I also see a single caribou on the beach with dead Dark worlders poofing around her. She looks exhausted.”

“Huh? What’s a caribou doing all the way out here?” I asked as I looked down towards the beach, hoping to see what the lookout was talking about, but it was too far. “Whoever they are, if they’re fighting Dark World minions, then they’re not with Ganondorf.”

“Let’s go see if we can rescue her then, see if she knows more about the situation before we risk going towards the temple. Wow, that’s a massive temple.” Gleaming commented. “That is almost a big as Gojira’s temple.”

“Uh, Gleamy, that’s a city.” I pointed out. All the different buildings, the layered layout and the shape of it wasn’t a single massive building. “I don’t see a temple though, let’s go rescue that caribou, maybe she does know where it is.”

“Aw, leaving me behind already?” Robin asked in a bit of disappointment. “Aw well, I can’t fly. Put me on when you need me.” Robin said as Gleaming took her off, and she was still female when removed, and put her in storage since she didn’t have issue with my storage space.

With that done, we flew down to the beach, hoping nobody in the city had an advanced ability to seek hidden things. “No way! Carmine!” I squealed, hijacking Gleaming’s body and making her yelp as I dove us down to land on the golden sand next to the beautiful cow. She was in a seashell bikini and wearing a thong, which when I rolled her over, revealed that she had somehow become purely female! “Carmine! What happened to you? How are you here?”

“Huh? Cutie?” Carmine mumbled, blinking her eyes open and looking at us in bewilderment. “Who are you? Why do you sound like my Cutie?”

“Um, sorry. Can we talk about this somewhere safe? We’re exposed out here.” Gleaming said as she scanned the area while running her hands over Carmine’s injuries, shallow cuts, gashes, and a few bad bruises. All healed up by Gleaming’s healing magic within a couple of minutes.

“Oh~ thanks. You have magic hands. I don’t know where you came from, but c’mon, you’re right, it isn’t safe here.” Carmine jumped to her hooves, towering over us at her lofty 8-foot height, her basketball-sized boobs bouncing in her nipple-covering seashell bikini. She was easily several cup sizes bigger and a foot taller than the last I saw her, and she was absolutely covered in muscle, sporting defined muscles that weren’t bulging, and had six-pack abs.

“Wow, you got big!” I yelped, blushing as I looked over the huge cow that I was infatuated with. I can’t believe I didn’t worry about her disappearance, but then again I didn’t think she was in danger for some reason. Why do I have so much confidence in this woman?

“Cutie? Why do you look like that? You sounded different just a moment ago too.” Carmine asked as she took us by the hand and rushed us to a cave on the beach. “Whatever doesn’t matter. You’re here, and you can work your magic.”

“Huh?” I asked in bemusement as Carmine led us through the cave and into a surprisingly cozy-looking living space with a few animal pelts thrown over the floor, a hammock suspended on two stalagmites, and a small kitchen in the corner.

“Y’know, that stealth magic? The stuff you’re always cloaked in? Cutie, you can’t tell me you didn’t figure out I knew immediately and was why I could always find you.” Carmine leaned down and kissed us full on the mouth, and I instinctively groaned, reciprocating, but Gleaming pulled back. “Cutie?”

“Ah, I...Gleaming is wearing me...and I...um.” I was so flustered! I, oh gosh. I feel almost as nervous as those first nights with Luna! My metaphorical heart is racing!

“Hi. I’m Gleaming. Navi’s fiance. Her name is Navi, not Robin. You’re that caribou I’ve been told about, the one that has her by the clit, right?” Gleamy cut to the chase but didn’t remove our currently shared hands from Carmine’s own hands.

“F-fiance...huh?” Carmine asked, her ears wilting.

“O-open relationship harem! You’re welcome to join!” I immediately declared hopefully, my heart in a vice at the thought of her not joining us after we’d found her again. Shit. I really should’ve kidnapped her or something! Wait, that’s a bit too yandere Navi! No yandere!

“Navi, she needs to meet the others too.” Gleaming reasonably said with a chiding tone as she rubbed her fingers in Carmine’s hands, the cow looking bemused, yet hopeful.

“R-right. Carmine. I’m gonna abduct you-I mean, take you home to meet the rest of the harem. First though, Gleamy is the Hero. We need to root out the evil occupying the region.” I informed my hopefully-at-least-a-lover who I dated once and was already smitten with. Holy shit, I just realized I fell for her faster than nearly anyone besides Luna! Why was I so nonchalant about her disappearance? Was I getting mentally fucked over still?

“Yes. That’s what I was going to propose, but if you already have an expert on this, I guess I’d better stay out of the way. You’ll need to get dressed though.” Carmine undid the knot of her bikini top, her massive creamy bosom bouncing free and her black nipples trickling milk as she removed her seashell bikini, and then began shimmying out of her thong.

“U-uh, Carmine. As much as I’d love to have some fun right now we-.” I was interrupted by Carmine snorting in amusement.

“You can’t see the Temple because it’s hidden through magic like yours, but way more powerful. My bikini has the runes you’ll need to be able to see it and enter. But you need to be wearing it. Strip.” Carmine ordered us in no-nonsense. “Well, at least to wear it under your current armor.”

“Um...Navi? I’ve never worn anything like this…” Gleaming nervously said as she held up the collection of strings and blushed so hotly. “W-where do I begin?”

“Oh, Gleamy…”

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“This is weird, why are you still giggling?” Gleaming huffed as she adjusted our shared breasts, clearly uncomfortable with having the shells pressing firmly into her nipples and acting as ‘support’ for our massive bowling ball boobs. “I mean, c’mon, I’ve got a permanent wedgie. Why is this a thing?” Gleaming shimmied our hips in irritation at the floss between our callipygian ass cheeks. “If I wasn’t wearing my armor over this, I’d feel more exposed than if I was naked.”

“Shut up and enjoy one of the unique experiences of being a woman Gleamy.” I giggled as we finished leaving Carmine’s cave. It was apparently her home here due to the locals not fully trusting her yet. They were willing to speak to her and let her enjoy the convenience of the city, but not to live in it yet. Something about a pagan tradition of earning trust or something. Whatever, after this she’s coming home with me! “Now, she said to look out over the water and the mountain will reveal itself. But I don’t see a mountain.”

“Navi, I think she means the underwater mountain just off the city’s shore.” Gleamy pointed out, and I looked at the water more closely, my eyes taking in the small islet on the water, which quickly widened and disappeared under the water. The fact the islet was all artificially constructed stone already told me what I feared.

“Oh, no~!” I wailed in despair, falling to our knees in the sand. “It’s the obligatory shitty water dungeon! How is Stalrova gonna help us with this?!”

“Why is that bad?” Gleaming asked as she got us to our hooves and flew us up back towards The King of Red Lions.

“It’s tradition for the Hero to have to face at least one beyond annoying obstacle on the path to saving the world. Usually, that’s in the form of a tedious, long, drawn-out drudge through a water-puzzle filled dungeon that also usually involves having to walk through deep water, swim against fast currents, weight puzzles, water pressure puzzles, etcetera, etcetera! Oh~ this is gonna suck so bad~!” I wailed in lament for what we would be facing before we reached the ship.

“Okay, we’ve found the temple. Stalrova, you’re going to be a great help. The temple is entirely submerged underwater and since you’re undead you don’t need to breathe.” Gleaming said as she looked up at the mini-giantess Stalrova, who nodded. Oh, right. She’s undead and doesn’t breathe besides to speak, that’s how she’ll be able to help Gleaming in the temple, acting as her Zora Tunic.

“Good idea.” Stalrova pulled herself off of Sukam, who held her out to us. “I just hope I’m not too big for the inside.”

“Considering how it’s built, I doubt it,” Gleaming commented with an eager lilt to her voice. “Here’s hoping you make me buffer!”

“You’re disturbingly eager to transform Gleamy,” I grumbled as she took Stalrova and flew us down to the temple.

“I figure this is like a journey of self-discovery. I’m finding out more about myself as we go. I had no idea I’d enjoy being female, er, herm. I had no clue I’d fall in love with so many people, and feel so happy to get to know everyone. I’ve also realized I enjoy changing, feeling new sensations, getting new abilities.” Gleaming told me as she drifted down on her wings.

“True.” I agreed before we landed on the flat stone surface of the entrance to the temple. Before I could say anything more, Gleaming eagerly slammed Stalrova over our shared face, and we were a 15-foot tall amazonian lich lioness. For some odd reason, like with Jalha who I just realized was still in her skirt and belly top when we wore her, we were wearing Stalrova’s outfit of purple bandeau and purple sirwal pants instead of the Hero’s Garb.

“Mrrr~ let’s go kick some ass ladies.” Stalrova purred and she walked us inside, sashaying our hips as if we had an audience to impress.