Ch.92

Not needing to breathe isn’t something I’m unused to. Not breathing and underwater I was rather unused to. The instant we entered the temple, it led down steep stairs into the water. We had to swim because despite how dense Stalrova was with muscle, the fat in her tits and ass were enough to keep us buoyant and having to keep swimming to keep from floating up.

“We need to find the Iron Boots ladies.” I spoke telepathically to my partners using the link Stalrova so kindly provided us with, since, y’know, water. Water means no talky.

“Yes, but where?” Gleaming queried as we passed a statue that had four heads, one fox, one wolf, one dragon, and one pony, all attached to a body of a dragon. The interior of the place was clearly meant for water-breathing folks like the seaponies. It made sense since this place was made by them. That said, it was absolutely monolithic inside. Most of the place was hollow, with said statue being in the center of it all. Stone doors blocked passages in the outer shell of the place.

That said, this was where things got frustrating. All of them were locked. They either had those magic locks on them, actually locking the doors this time, or had bars over them. At the base of the statue was even the Boss Door, locked by the Big Lock, properly this time.

“Um did the right claw of statue just move? Is one of the heads looking at us.” Stalrova asked.

“Psst~! Over here.” The pony head called to us in our head and ears at the same time somehow. “I know how frustrating temple raiding can be. I have a place for you to start.”

“Wiatr?” I asked, or rather, tried to. Water entered and exited our undead lungs and our lips moved, but no sound came out. However, the scary goddess nodded in acknowledgment.

“Yep, but just Daring Do. We can’t manifest fully through a shrine-like this without endangering your realm right now. I just so happen to be a retired adventuring archeologist. I managed to use my power to snag this key from one of the guards before they finished dragging the last acolyte out of the temple.” Daring opened the left hand of the statue, revealing a Small Key in her palm. “Sorry if it isn’t much, but it’s all I could do without endangering your realm.”

“Thank you,” I said as we swam to her palm, picking up the Small Key, noting the water around her was a slightly white faint light. “Is there anything else you can do?”

“Besides cheer you on and maybe channel a small amount of cum and milk though the statue? Not without damaging the Veil here. I doubt you have a use for more fluids in a water-filled temple.” Daring replied in frustration. “Damn it. I’d much rather be there. Adventures like this were my bread and butter before I met Willow.”

“Sorry. Thanks for this though. Now we just have to very carefully pick the right door, since Small Keys open Small Locks universally and get broken.” I whined, and at this, Daring’s eyes glinted.

“Oh, I can help with that.” Daring turned her head and used her left hand to point to a specific door on the upper parts of the dome. “My instincts and power say that is where to begin.”

“Thank you!” I called, finding this Daring to be more to my liking.

“Hey, I’m almost the Matron Goddess of Explorers and Scholars. You’re right in my wheelhouse, even if there’s no Aspect for that in my world available.” Daring cheerfully informed us as we swam up to the door she indicated, sacrificing the key to open the first door of this submerged labyrinth.

“This is the goddess everyone is having issues with?” Stalrova asked as we swam into the room. “She seems entirely reasonable.”

“Yeah, because she’s not here in person driving us to insanity with lust and a need to breed.” Gleaming replied. “When Svartr the Battlemaiden visited briefly, all of Sonambula was sent into a rabid breeding frenzy. Sure, she gave Nabooru an artifact that bends people’s genders to help your people, but even if there were no males, everyone would’ve still been fucking.”

Before we could continue, we were suddenly sucked through one of the pipes in the walls of the room, whisking us along to dump us in a larger room. This room was as underwater as the rest of the temple, which seems to be the whole theme of this place. It was also filled with Spike Balls that began clattering towards us along the floor of the chamber.

“Listen! Those are Spikes! If you shoot them with the Grapple Claw, they’ll retract into their shells, and if you attack then, they’ll be destroyed!” I informed my body sharing companions.

In response to my information, Gleaming reached into our cleavage and pulled out the Grapple Claw, shooting them each twice to dispose of them. Then began the long, torturous horror that was the Obligatory Shitty Water Dungeon. It began. With pipe mazes.

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“Whoever designed this place is a complete sadist.” Gleaming snarled as we pulled ourselves onto a dry spot, a rarity in this temple.

“We like our Temples to be open air. I don’t understand the pipes, puzzles, levers, or even that one pipe with a giant stone ball.” Another Wiatr statue told us, this head being the dragon before it solidified and Daring’s head became animate. “Hey! Be nice Cynder. These seaponies have been so nice to convert this massive place to our worship.” Then the fox head, Willow, animated. “I like it. It’s nostalgic, and it’s literally got more plumbing than a woman!”

“Please stop yammering before I freeze your statue solid,” Stalrova grumbled. She was enjoying this place the least out of us. After all, she’s aligned with Fire, even if she has Ice.

“The Breeding Pool is in the next room, you’ll find an item chest in there,” Daring told us.

“So long as it’s not a giant dildo bat or something, I’m glad.” I huffed, standing us up and padding over to the door on Stalrova’s lion paws. Upon entering, I had to groan. It was definitely a breeding pool. Full of cum. Not coconutty tasty slime-spooge though, but apparently the seed of what may well be either their Sex Goddess or an impossible number of males. “Great. Do we have any waterproof shorts, panties, or a spell for that? I don’t want us to get knocked up with random seaponies.”

“I think I can do that,” Stalrova told us, weaving her hands and swiveling our body in a dance. Shortly, a necrotic aura was sparking around us. “There. The essence of entropy. Any seed touching us becomes inert, even if it is being magically preserved.”

“Thank gosh. I’m in no mood to get pregnant right now.” Gleaming muttered as we waded into the pool. My Seeker Sight thankfully told us the Big Chest was hidden under the semen. We had to bend into the sperm to open the chest, pulling something out. We surfaced, grunting under the weight, and I just knew what they were. We carried them back out of the pool, our body coated in seed with the Iron Boots in our possession. “Really? Heavy boots?”

“You’d be surprised how useful they are.” I defended, knowing full well how incredibly useful having a sudden surge in weight could be for a lot of things. From activating rusty switches, solving weight puzzles, making you nearly immovable in combat at the expense of moving slowly. Combine these with the Power Gauntlets, and all we need is some cheesy magic armor and we’re a juggernaut. “Besides, they’ll let us walk underwater like it’s on land.”

“GOOD, I’m getting bored of trying to solve those weight puzzles with pots. Pots that Gleaming can’t help but break.” Stalrova huffed in annoyance at our shared fiance’s odd obsession.

“I can’t help it~! It literally gives me tiny orgasms!” Gleaming admitted in embarrassment. “Then there’s the Rupees! Rupees we can use to buy stuff from Sans’ or Loafus’ shops. They have great stuff!”

“Ladies, as much fun as it is talking about things not involving this place specifically. I need to point out we’re still covered in the cum of strangers, standing in a smelly, musky, salty room, and holding a slippery pair of magic boots which weighs several hundred pounds.” I pointed out in displeasure, trying not to think of the gobs of mystery slurry dripping off of us.

“Right, we need to get out of here.” Stallrova sighed as we left the virile room.

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“These make life so much easier.” Gleaming spoke through our mental link with relief at how we backtracked, using the boots to cover the same distance much easier, not get caught up in water pressure and flow traps, and solve all the puzzles that had been unsolvable without extra weight.

“Told you they’re useful.” I cheerily insisted as Gleaming walked us out of the first door we’d entered through, having unlocked something in this section. The central chamber was now visibly different. The multiple different levers and switches we’ve activated have clearly lifted the bars of the section opposite the one we’d been drudging through.

“Um, those weren’t here before.” Stalrova nervously commented about the schools of electrified jellyfish all over the place.

“Watch out! Those are Bari and their little friends Biri! They’re tough to kill, but if you don’t touch their stingers and avoid them when they’re discharging electricity, you’ll be fine.” I informed them and let Gleaming take off the boots because we needed to swim across to the other section.

“This is annoying, who would make this, why would they breed them too?” Gleaming snarled as we swam, carefully moving through the Bari and Biri.

“Well look at-oh, we ended up slowing down. This is a way to make us turn back if we grow tired of being hurt.” I explained the logic of filling an open area with these obstructive monsters.

“Great.” Gleaming sighed as we swam for the door.

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This section of the temple was, frustratingly enough, actually not submerged at all. We just got something to help us move through water and now there isn’t any?! UGH! This temple is so frustrating! It would seem this area was actually living quarters. Rooms upon rooms with furniture were here, but there were also large open common rooms, large enough to fly in. Because, y’know, hippogriffs.

“Okay what suit of armor is this?” Gleaming asked as we examined at what looked like Ivara from Warframe, just made out of normal-looking metal and conspicuously set to one side of a hall out of the indoor garden we’d ended up in. Beautiful place to be sure even has a skylight where rippling light from the sun managed to penetrate through the water.

“It’s a Warframe, I think. Might just be designed like one. Hopefully, we aren’t dealing with another Displaced.” I mewled, not wanting to deal with that right now. It seems that every time a Displaced gets involved, everything becomes more complicated rather than get easier.

“Why does it look like a frog?” Stalrova asked in bemusement as she poked the hood.

“I don’t know.” I sighed before Gleaming started taking the armor. “Gleaming what are you-?”

We all jumped before the suddenly fleshy-metal armor started nuzzling us and trying to make us put it on. “Whoa~! Okay! Suddenly not interested!” Gleaming yelped as she pushed the clingy armor away. It was too small to wear for us anyhow. We’re 15 feet tall, and this thing was clearly meant for someone 6 feet tall at best. “I was gonna take you and maybe use you, but I’m not comfortable wearing something alive that would be hurt when I’m fighting.”

The armor paused, wilted, but then hugged our leg. “Aw~. It’s so cute.” Stalrova cooed.

“Staly, no.” Gleamy chided.

“But look at it~! It’s so adorable!” Stalrova pet it’s hooded head.

“Ugh. Fine. I’ll take it, but don’t expect me to wear it in combat.” Gleaming huffed in defeat.

The armor jumped around for joy before turning invisible to the point we lost track of it. We couldn’t see, smell, or hear it, which made us wonder why it was all the way over here. Then our ass got groped. I sighed in resignation as we felt the living armor climb up and over us, then into our cleavage. “Why do we keep finding hitchhikers and bothersome things?” I questioned in futility.

“I have no idea.” Gleaming grumbled before we continued further into the living quarters.

During our hunt through this section, we had found the Map and Compass in two bedrooms. It was leading us through this living section to the end of the series of apartments and common areas. When we made it to the last chamber, it was clearly a hydroponics farm. I felt wary. This was the exact kind of setting that Diababa was set in, but I doubted the water-rooted plant monster was here of all places.

Instead, it was a simple thing to reach the Big Chest here, and pull out...a Small Key. Damn it! “Y’know, I think this temple was much better designed to hinder us than all the previous ones. Aside from Gohma’s mine. That place was a real dungeon, not the risky bull-rushes we’ve been dealing with thus far.” I sniffed in disapproval. Sure, each of the past scenarios have been unique, and rather frantic, but come on folks! Up your ante!

“Well, pardon me if I was in a haze from a recent fusion of three minds and souls to the point I couldn’t fortify my position.” Stalrova huffed as we pocketed the key and began backtracking.

“Why is the room on fire?” Gleaming asked as we walked back into one of the main common areas. “I mean, there’s nothing here to catch fire.”

“And this is a water temple. Fire? Ugh! Get your theming right!” I complained righteously

“It’s a monster,” Stalrova mentioned. “Might have been summoned for the upper floors to eat up the oxygen.”

“...But we don’t need to breathe.” Gleaming commented in bemusement.

“No, but the original owners of the temple did,” Stalrova told us. “Perhaps the occupiers noticed things were happening to the temple, so they summoned those Bari and Biri. Now they’ve noticed someone is in the living quarters, so they’re trying to burn all the oxygen. A brutal and cruel tactic, but one I can understand. However, how could they have planned for someone who does not breathe at all?”

“Fair. Let’s just get going. Considering this is a water temple, then it must be a Fire Chuchu. Those things are both a fluid, and generate napalm of sorts. If we see it on the way out, let’s kill it so the owners won’t have so much work to get their temple livable again.” Gleaming replied and we were planning on doing just that.

Only, Majora is an asshole.

“Girls! Look!” A busty, on fire red Chuchu girl proclaimed excitedly. She and her similarly shapely slime girls with multicolored eyes smiled happily. “The intruder that Mr. Kevin said we should hug!”

The Chuchus rushed at us on their amorphous locomotion mounds, with open arms and cheerful expressions.

“Wait isn’t the only difference between a slime and Chuchu is that slimes talk?” Gleaming asked dodging our eager huggers.

“No! Chuchus aren’t sentient! Or at least they weren’t!” Stalrova commented, stopping us and letting the several eager and clingy girls to grab our legs and nuzzle our thighs. “I’m fireproof. Stop complicating things, ladies.” Stalrova huffed and pat the heads of the burning slime girls.

“Oh, a warm and moist hole!” One cheered before trying to claw between our legs. We yelped before pushing her, only for her to try all the harder to get in us. “Aw~ let me in~! I wanna have a tight, warm, wet place to sleep!”

“Ladies.” Stalrova’s voice suddenly had a sort of sheer authority to it, and the slime women stopped trying to molest us. “Do not make me banish you to Dark World. I doubt that you’d enjoy a freezing cold region, considering this region of Hyrule is tropical.”

“N-no, please! Anything but that!” Wailed one of the chu girls in horror.

“We want out! It’s cramped! And we’re tired! Nothing to eat here! Everything is stone and water! We need plants and other things for our membranes!” Another chuchu proclaimed while still trying to enter our pants.

“Besides, we need oxygen too. Our bodies burn it constantly, and when it runs out we’ll despawn anyway.” Another whined. “Please, you’re not getting hurt. Let us ride you outside and we’ll serve you!”

“...We’re doing this aren’t we?” I asked dejectedly.

“We could just despawn them.” Stalrova sighed as Gleaming debated and held our pants up. “Oh, what the hell. They’re not mindless monsters anymore. I’m for it.”

“Besides, it...has been a while…” Gleaming bit our lip and smirked as she undid the sash holding Stalrova’s Sirwal pants up. “It’s the big hole ladies, not the small one,” Gleaming said as she dropped our pants, and laid down on our back with our legs wide open, presenting our surprisingly engorged and wet cunt to the desperate slimy goo girls.

“YAY~!” The 7 Chuchu women cheered, literally diving for our crotch, and we wailed. The immense heat of the Fire Chus was far from unpleasant to Stalrova’s fire-immune body, and it immediately drove us into a near-constant orgasm as they flooded into our womb.

*Blorp!* our belly sounded out once all of the Chuchu were in us, our belly bloated up and glowing red as they swam in us. It was amazing. The sensation of several slimes filling us and moving around constantly was enough to draw out the last orgasm that they’d given us. The fact we were the size of a full-term septuplet pregnancy at our height also helped spur me on at least, considering how much of a fetish pregnancy and inflation are for me.

“Unf! Navi I might just have you do this to me!” Gleaming proclaimed as we got up, magically pulled our pants up over our hips and started waddling to the door. Oh so warm! Are they sexing up each other? The way our belly undulated and churned was enough to cause us another orgasm, and we wet our Sirwal pants with femcum with how much they were pleasuring us. “Definitely! I want you in my womb Navi~!”

“Later Gleamy~!” I wailed, huffing and puffing as we continued onward.

Author's Note

sorry about the wait pass two weeks have been exhausting and hectic for my work and home life.