Hyrulequestria

Ch.95

I opened my eyes. Blinking. I looked down at the castle, the tallest tower barely at my navel. Such a tiny thing. How do such small creatures live in such a grand world? I tilted my head in bemusement, feeling a sensation that I needed to do something. I held up my colorful wood hands. My body. I was composed of an unique wood, of all the shades of the rainbow without being obnoxious. My leaves too, dazzled with prismatic light from the sun.

I am quite beautiful.

“What’s going on?!” I heard screamed below as many people below gawked at me as they looked in awe and shock. I could preen later. I have a job to do.

I grew a tiny and perfectly uniform rod from my left palm, using my right hand to control my magic more accurately. I molded it, growing it, stunting it, carving it without a knife. I had to start over twice, but eventually, whatever I was making was finished. Or at least, I felt it was after I soaked it in my magic sap from my nipple.

I smiled, before clutching it to my bosom and moving onto what I felt was the last piece. I grew a lyre from my left arm, holding the beautiful instrument, and began to play. After my initial plucks, my beautiful fairies appeared, playing their own powerful music to continue the ballad, and the whole time, I focused the magic being conjured onto the creation.

It floated out of my cleavage, into the air, the light of the sun shining on it, the wind whipping about violently yet not dangerously. The song ended abruptly, and in the air before me floated a glowing object that I could only vaguely comprehend, before I yawned, and absorbed my lyre, crossing my arms over my stomach, and closed my eyes to sleep.

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I could hear something. Something constantly pestering me. “...!” Go away. I’m so tired… “...I!” Please. I need to rest… “NAVI!” Who is Navi? “NAVI! PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE US!” Why is she leaving?

I opened my eyes and was blearily aware of the fact that I was laying against two ridiculously massive tree trunks of iridescent hued bark, and several beautiful women were all around me, a silver-coated mare beyond beautiful crying as she clutched me to her chest. “Love. Please. Wake up. Please.”

“Wh-who are you?” I asked, and she hugged me tighter, wailing in despair. Who are these people? They feel familiar, yet not. I don’t even think I know who I am. Obviously someone important to them. I think...they do seem quite familiar...

“Hold...hold on. Let me try something.” The massive white-coated woman of mixed heritage said, pulling a lyre from her cleavage. The song she played was...so...nice...I’ll ask more when I wake up...

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“*GASP*!” I jolted awake, panting, my eyes darting everywhere. I can’t move. I CAN’T MOVE! “Help! Someone! I can’t feel my body!” My call was answered quickly, Surgeon General rushing into the room, and picking me up by...my...face… “N-no...no!”

“Navi. Breathe.” Surgeon tried to calm me down, but I wasn’t exactly in a good state of mind.

“I DON’T HAVE LUNGS! I don’t even have a body~!” I wailed, my despair perhaps hypocritical, considering how I considered the others being Masked was a favor to them. I-I know I’m not in a terrible spot. I’m sure I can get a host! Yeah! I can totally get a host! “Sis! Or mom! They can be my hosts! Where are they?!”

“NAVI!” Surgeon yelled at me, anger in her eyes, and I flinched. “Don’t be so quick to jump to a resolution! That isn’t healthy! Calm.”

“You try being calm! Everything was fine! I was happy! I have my family back, I have my lovers, I have everything! Then I become a Mask!” I sniffle, crying, tears still being produced on my blue smooth caribou face from my green eyes. “Unlike the other girls, I wasn’t in a bad place.”

“Which means you have something to start with.” Surgeon insisted and then turned me around. I heard her unbutton her top, and she placed me-OH! Whoa! This is so...weird. In a good way. “Is that any better?”

“...I’m a tit. I’m a boob. Breast. Gazonga. I taste milk.” I licked my lips. “Okay. Yeah. I’m good. Just...don’t take me off please.”

“You know I can’t do that. I need to take you to the Throne Room, introduce you to the situation as it stands.” Surgeon pet the top of my head, er, her left breast and began walking out of the Royal Suite. I didn’t even notice that’s where I was, I was so distraught.

“Are Eris and Harmy around?” I asked in worry, remembering what led to my current predicament.

“Yes. They aren’t Masks, however. It seems, Majora did indeed have one final cruel joke to play on you.” Surgeon softly said, groping me, making me coo at the pleasure. I was thankful for the carnal distraction, but couldn’t help the sinking pit of depression this caused me. Majora...he’s won. He turned me into just another of his little toys. I heard him titter in my mind, and I resigned myself. I can only put my faith in Gleaming to save me now.

“At least that’s something.” I hoarsely whispered, tears still managing to leak from my eyes. They were milky too.

“Navi!” Both Eris and Harmonia shouted as we entered the throne room, my fellow Trinity members hugging my face. “We’re so sorry! Stop copying me! It’s not my fault we’re still synched!” They both said at exactly the same time, huffed, and went back to nuzzling my cheeks.

“You okay?” I asked as I looked at them.

“Are you okay?!” They demanded of me, and I sniffled.

“No.” I managed to look past them at Gleaming, who aside from my Trinity Sisters, and the Royal Sisters was the only one here. She looked determined and had a massive wooden iridescent-tinted glaive in her right hand. The pommel, which looked like a bird’s talon clutching an amber the size of a fist, shone with magic. Said pommel was resting on the floor and the broad curved blade at the top matching height with Gleamy was unnaturally sharp. “Is that…?”

“What you created? Yes. Farore said it wasn’t hers to name. What is it?” Gleaming asked me, holding up the beautiful and elegant weapon. I noticed the whole shaft had faint engravings in the wood, looking like roots, leaves, and other arboreal imagery. The blade itself was plain, aside from a Triforce herald proudly imprinted on the sides.

“I...Titania.” I suggested to the others. But it wasn’t a suggestion, was it? The moment I uttered the name, it became infinitely more beautiful, seeming to draw the eye, and radiate power. It even had the gall to grow a beautiful ribbon of rainbow silk from around where it’s blade to shaft socket would’ve been had it not been a single solid piece.

“It a good name.” Eris and Harmonia said while looking at the Glaive in awe.

“Indeed. Naming it after an ancient fairy queen is rather suiting.” Luna spoke up, looking sad yet with a smile at me. “At least thou remembers us, Love. Thou had forgotten when fused with thine fellow Trinity sisters.”

“Yes. We were heartbroken over what had become of you.” Celestia added on. “I’d rather you be a mask and remember us all than to be someone else.”

“I agree. I’m so happy I’m still here...even if it’s as a Mask.” I smiled sadly, thankful that I am still me, even if I’m no longer an individual and a free person without someone else’s help.

“Speaking of which. Navi. Thou hast, along with Eris and Harmonia, have produced the means to get into the Temple of Time. At last thou shalt go forth and obtain the Master Sword, find and hunt down Grogar and Ganondorf, and bring peace to our lands once again.” Luna stood with her sister and bowed slightly to us.

“Well then. Gleamy, what are we waiting for? Looks like I’m your Mask this go around. Haven’t you been complaining about wanting to be goo?” I teased playfully, happy when Surgeon took me off her breast and turned me around to face her. “Thanks, Surgeon.”

“I’m your doctor. Tending to you is the least I can do.” Surgeon pulled me into a kiss, then pressed me onto Gleaming’s face. The next thing I knew, I was back. I was my tiny, petite, fairy self, and I yelped, with someone else yelping through my lips, my voice, as Titania tossed us to the floor in a splat of slime under its great weight.

“We’re okay!”

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“This is great! It’s like we’re weightless! I thought Jalha, Volva, and Helma had it sweet with their flight, but they’ve got nothing on this!” Gleamy squealed happily as she used my body to fly about the mast and riggings of The King of Red Lions. We cut the journey in half by using my trees to get to the Kokiri Forest, where Deku cheerfully greeted us as we were passing through, and then we flew north, but it was still a good day’s travel in these turbulent winds.

Curse Grogar/Ganondorf/Majora for blocking easily accessible teleportation! But still, it was nice to give Gleamy time with my body. “I’ve just gotten used to it. Not having the ability to fly at all has been pretty unsettling to me.” I did enjoy being fused with Gleaming and Stalrova and Gyorg, but that isn’t the same. Jalha felt almost akin to mine, but it was...wispy. Frail.

“We’ve got an airship off our starboard bow!” Barked a stallion from the crow's nest.

“What? The CFK has had their military put in a holding pattern. Is it one of theirs?” Daphnes muttered as he took out his telescope, quickly seeing the ship. “I don’t recognize the heraldry. That’s not a CFK navy ship.”

“What’s it’s flag?” Gleaming asked as we looked towards the black and purple ship.

“Um...that’s not-.” I was interrupted by an incredible gale blasting the ship, sending the whole ship listing to the side and falling towards the ground, but the King of Red Lions recovered quickly. The respite wasn’t long, as suddenly tornados began forming within seconds! “No! NO! It’s-!”

“AH~ HA, HA, HA, HA~!” Cackled the spine-tingling familiar voice of Vaati, carried by the Winds. “This is my domain! Get out of my sky!”

“Another ship! Also black, but with a blue coloring!” Barked the lookout as a new storm fought with Vaati’s.

“I AM THE STORM KING, WIND WITCH! SURRENDER!” Demanded that creepy albino satyr we saw back at Tartarus from the other ship.

“NEVER~!” Vaati wailed, and Daphnes promptly took advantage of the distraction, hollering for the crew to fly as fast as we could, the wind being against us be damned.

We left the two sky-terrorizing powerhouses to it. We don’t need to fight them. Not now. “That was close.” I sighed in relief. So they did corrupt her into the Sorceress of Winds. This complicates things.

“We’ll get her back.” Gleaming hissed as the storms fought and turned into a hurricane, spreading out rapidly, the resulting winds helping propel us onwards even faster.

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“Um...Commander Balgradia?” I asked nervously. It wasn’t more than half a day to get here with the tailwinds that the ‘Storm King’ and Vaati were kicking up over the western continent. It was getting into the twilight hours since we hadn’t left Everfree until late afternoon, and being the west, the sunset later here anyway. But I was a bit confused.

“Yes, yes. They’re enormous. I know.” The grey wolf Darknut huffed, her massive beach ball boobs jiggling in their cleavage-exposing burgundy red breastplate. She was about as tall as most of the Moblins, which put her at 10 feet and her rack was eye-height with most of her direct knightly subordinates, even the ones who had become female.

“When did this happen?” I asked, Gleaming chuckling as she let our arousal show with my breasts swelling into the Hero’s Garb, much to my chagrin.

“Shortly after you left. I’ve been avoiding mentioning anything like this, but I should assume I and my soldiers are not the only Dark Worlders having been changed?” Balgradia asked as she turned around, bending over to rest her palms on the massive table made of a massive redwood, cut lengthwise and cradled. I blushed and avoided mentioning her, um, armored skirt wasn’t long enough to, ahem, cover her panties when leaning forward…pink striped panties.

“True, most of the generals are now my mates, soon to be wives.” Gleaming chuckled as she floated closer with bedroom eyes. “They are fantastic ladies.” Oh~ Gleamy, I know it’s near the Cycle and we’re all hot and bothered, but please stop~.

“While this new body has incredible urges Lady Link, I request that you not make untoward advances. Besides, I’m already in a relationship with Burguese, one of my lieutenants. Speaking of which, Burguese!” Balgradia barked, and quickly a black-armored male Darknut rushed over. “Report to my tent, soldier~.”

“Y-yes ma’am!” Burguese saluted and hurried off towards the large encampment that Balgradia’s troops had set up, and she licked her chops as she watched him march off.

“Unf. His ass. I can just see the definition even through those armored tassets~.” Balgradia purred before turning back to us. “So, I’m assuming you’re not just here to talk about our love lives? They’re doing splendidly just in case you were going to poke your nose in. Why I hear several bokoblins have hooked up with local caribou ladies if you want any gossip on that.”

“No, not just that. We’re here to get into the Temple of Time.” I informed her before something tried to press out of our cleavage. It was way too big, considering we were still a tiny fairy. Curious, we sized up until a metal hand poked out of our boobs. “Oh! Forgot you, sorry!” Gleaming pulled the Ivara Armor out of our storage, and the animated armor looked around, before jumping for joy and running off towards an Iron Waifu that had been passing by.

“What was that? It’s not of the Dark World, it feels too pure.” Balgradia commented.

“Just a clingy tagalong. She’s a master of stealth though, so she’ll be helpful. Mind keeping an eye on her while we go in?” I asked the commander.

“Sure, hm, is she changing shape?” Balgradia questioned as we looked over and saw Ivara covered in light before it faded and was replaced with Valkyr. We blinked as the now cat-like armor pawed at the petite Iron Waifu.

“She can change into other Warframes? Is she a mimic?” I questioned as the armor played with the waifu. “Is she even a Warframe?”

Said Frame made everyone gawk as it went toe to toe with ten Iron Waifus with ease, claws parrying their weapons as the Frame sparred with the other golems. It was quite impressive, though she was starting to struggle as five more Waifus joined the fight.

“It’s not half bad,” Balgradia commented. “Where I used to my new stature and endowments, I’d have already knocked those little things down already. Now then, you’re going into the Temple? How are you going to do it?”

“We’re going to purify the door, and then work our way through the temple.” Gleaming informed her, reaching into our cleavage and pulling the 10 foot long holy wooden glaive from our storage. It was so oddly heavy, even with the Power Gauntlets, it felt even bigger than it looked. I sized us up to be even in height with it to help with the leverage.

“What is that? It feels dangerous just being near me.” Balgradia backed away a step.

“This is Titania, a weapon of my own creation. I nearly died to produce it.” I informed the commander and turned towards the Diamond Cathedral. Malice had managed to ooze out of the doors and was being kept in check by what had to be regular cullings by the soldiers. “As a product of my creation, it is holy and able to banish impurities. Not necessarily evil, but it’ll still be effective against it.”

“Well then! Alright, you useless milksops! Get off your lazy asses! Not you Burguese! Get that sexy ass back in that tent!” Balgradia rallied her troops and then turned back to us. “I won’t be able to go in with you. Unlike the rest of those who became female, I have unfortunately suffered excessive bust size to the point of not having gotten used to fighting with them.”

“You just wanna sex your boy toy.” I teased, and she puffed up her chest to a point I could hear the straps holding her cuirass together were screaming.

“Yep. I’m gonna go indulge before rejoining the troops out here in a defensive perimeter. Good luck in there. My soldiers and those mercenaries you sent up here will go in with you to fight back that corruption from our temple.” Balgradia patted our shoulder, and then very excitedly hurried towards her private tent to get in a quickie before battle.

“Hmph. I understand that they’ve been changed, but she had a stronger sense of duty before she shot up three feet and grew such enormous tits.” Gleaming huffed in disapproval before walking us towards the gates of the Diamond Cathedral while bokoblins, moblins, darknuts, knuckles, and waifus all gathered and readied behind us in a semi-circle facing the massive diamond gates.

“And you?” I teased playfully as we posed heroically before the gates. “Don’t you just end up breeding every girl we turn into masks?”

“Nobody’s gotten pregnant yet,” Gleamy grumbled morosely, and I felt surprised. The way they’ve been going at it, and nobody’s pregnant? “Lulu says she can’t help with it either somehow, but that’s not what’s important right now.”

With a flourish, Gleaming twirled Titania around, holding it behind us and posing, ready to strike. Gleaming then spun, sending us twirling as she swung the weapon around us elegantly. She spun twice, before transitioning the spin into a jump, spinning us sidewise and slashing the blade of Titania into the crease of the massive doors. The slice went clean into the gap, sliding through and back out with ease, Gleamy flipping back and twirling Titania again for flair.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the seam shined brightly with iridescent light, screeches of unholy pain and fury pierced the air and fell silent. The door stonily rasped as it slowly opened outward, revealing a Malice overtaken interior to the cheers and bellows of the minions on our side. “Forward!” Gleaming ordered and led the charge inside.