Hyrulequestria

Ch.97

When we got back to the central chamber with our easily-won Small Key, half of the Temple of Time was now free. Much of the clockwork up here was functioning again, the Beamos defense towers were keeping the Cursed Keese in check.

“Yes!” Gleaming cheered. “Now we don’t have to bother with those annoying pests!”

The next available door not firmly covered by Malice used the Small Key that we got for defeating Thunderblight Ganon. This section we entered was on fire. Literally. “EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE!” A cursed Moblin wearing green armor yelled as it ran around the room full of fire, or rather burning Malice, literally burning Malice.

“I’m guessing since you curb stomped Windblight and Thunderblight so hard Gleamy, that Fireblight and Waterblight are going to step up their game.” I fanned our cleavage, panting. It’s so hot in here...I think maybe Gleaming should take me off here. “Gleamy. Do you have heat resistance from wearing Gohma, Volva, and Tirek?”

“And from Stalrova. Yeah.” She paused. “I don’t want to take you off.”

“Gleamy. I can feel us losing biomass. I’m evaporating in here. Take me off please.” I pleaded, and Gleaming sighed, taking me off since we were on a patch of clear ground. When she turned me around, she didn’t seem any different than before she wore me. Which in this case is good. She needs her heat resistance, not my weakness to it. “Feel free to-eep…” I squeaked as she pulled her Hero’s Garb down under her left breast and put me on, milky saliva mine once more.

“There. Just for now.” Gleaming rubbed me, and I moaned as I dribbled her milk.

Gleaming got on just as well in these halls, which backtracked underneath the halls above, continuing in the downward pattern of ramps and stairs. Again, uninteresting aside from the pots everywhere. Watching Gleaming get off on it, without me joining in it, was disturbing. It was like she was crazy about it. Anyway, we reached Fireblight’s puzzle chamber quicker than we did Thunderblight’s.

This one was a bit of a doozy. The first was rotating and weighing the switches in the slots they fit into, the second was timing and cunning. This one...I’m not sure. It looks like a magic floating Rubik’s Cube, with nodes clearly meant for the Grapple Claw to grab and move, and there were several empty slots in the walls clearly meant for pieces from the puzzle cube to be slotted into.

“I can see why we needed the second claw,” Gleaming said sheepishly as she looked around. “So I need to solve the cube puzzle to free pieces of it and slot the matching pieces to the walls. Wow, this is complicated.”

“Good luck. I suck at these things.” I grumbled, licking up some of the milky drool Gleamy’s tit insisted on discharging. “Gleamy, have you been getting milked at all?”

“No? I’m not pregnant and I don’t have a reason to milk myself.” Gleaming pulled out the arm-mounted grappling tools, latching into nodes and starting to work at the cube.

“But aren’t they tight? Firm? Aching?” I may not be like the majority of females, but I figure those not magically blessed or enhanced by caribou still get pain from not letting out built-up lactate. “Gleaming, didn’t you lay an egg?” I reminded her.

“Yeah? And? Helma and Volva are their moms.” Gleaming casually replied, already yanking free a block from the cube, moving onto the second and getting that done in moments.

“You still helped lay them,” I commented as she got through half the puzzle.

“Yes? Babe. I got my tits from Tirek. Y’know, the eternally lactating buff bovine badass? Well, leonine now, but you get the point. I’ve been lactating since I became a hermaphrodite. They’ve never hurt when I let my milk build-up.” Gleaming finished pulling out the last of six blocks from the cube.

“Okay, okay, stopping.” I reluctantly dropped the subject, watching as she finished the puzzle and we neared the door to Fireblight’s chamber. Now that she mentions it...she does have a frankly unnatural amount of milk. I can feel it, not just because it wants to escape through my lips. Feeling mischievous, when Fireblight showed up I spat milk at it in a stream, making it yelp from the cold liquid. “YEAH! MILK HOSE!” I yelled before spewing more milk at the blight.

“Uh, wow, I had no clue I was banking that much. Guess Tirek gave me magic milk reserves too.” Fireblight screamed in pain as I snuffed out its heat and kept spewing, finding it hard to really empty Gleamy’s tits as the chamber started to slowly fill. Fireblight then tried to attack us as it glitched and twitched in the torrent of milk. “Hm, I guess I convert ambient mana into milk. I guess instead of stopping it just keeps building up since I’m not actively using magic all the time.”

“BLUP!” I gulped the milk trying to torrent out of me, and Gleaming yelped, rubbing her belly. “Blast her!”

“Right!” Gleaming took out the Thumper and blasted poor, defenseless Fireblight into oblivion. “Okay, now-AH!” I began gushing milk into my mouth and swallowing. “N-Navi~!” Gleaming panted, grunting, rubbing her swelling belly. “I’m full! Please stop!”

“Blorp…*GULP* sorry. Forget we’re not all endlessly elastic. Guess that’s another reason to turn you into me.” I commented before the milk shone bright and turned clear with a rainbow sheen and a Statue of Wiatr appeared.

“Huh, someone made the perfect conditions for a shrine to appear.” The dragon head of the statue commented looking about from the statue which was the size of one of Gleamy’s breasts.

“Nope! Bad! I’m gonna stuff this into our storage. This is a holy place of the Sacred Realm, no risking this!” Gleaming declared as she ran to the statue and picked it up.

“W-wait!” Gleaming didn’t give the dragon a chance to say otherwise, stuffing her into her bust, the statue moaning in arousal.

“Okay, that wasn’t just your milk doing that. Likely it had to do with using milk to drown evil or something.” I huffed, then had to swallow the milk Gleamy’s boob was still trying to disgorge through me.

“Eep, they’re wiggling about!” Gleaming yelped as we started backtracking and felt the goddess purring from our storage. They were loving this. Not being in what Robin and Stalrova say is a mostly blank space of darkness, but likely what Gleamy’s body was doing with me. “Please stop drinking~.” Gleamy rubbed her swollen tummy, already looking a few months into a pregnancy with all the milk I’ve been having to swallow.

“Sorry,” I whined, before gulping again. “Maybe use the statue to help?”

“Or I’ll just take you off and put you back on my face.” Gleaming countered, tugging me off, and putting me on, turning her into me and sighing contently. “That’s better.”

“Eep, are they humping our bust from our storage.” I yelped, feeling jostling.

“Not sure how, since they’re a statue and not allowed to manifest outside of their temple.” Gleaming sharply hissed at our cleavage as she pulled the Hero’s Garb back up to cover our left breast.

There was a giggle. “We know a few loopholes, like our shrines count as ‘temples’. Also, you may have just blessed your chest.”

“What? We made our boobs a shrine! NO!” I yelped in despair. I’m my own goddess! I don’t need another goddess mooching off my tits!

“Yep.” Wiatr chuckled. “Well, Gleaming’s tits at least.”

No~! Now I can’t worship my Gleamy’s boobs without worshiping Wiatr~?! WAH~!

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“Welp, this is so weird.” Gleaming huffed. “I want you out before we’re home.”

“Not an issue, we’re just enjoying this. We wonder if we can make more mobile shrines!” Wiatr cheerfully declared, her voice coming from our cleavage.

“No turning women’s busts into shrines! As soon as we’re done here, and we get that statue out of storage, you’d better disconnect from Gleamy’s boobs!” I demanded as we walked along the purged ledge to Waterblight’s level, Small Key in hand. This place was really beautiful without the Malice ruining it. Just as awe-inspiring as the Tower of the Gods from Wind Waker while as aesthetically pleasing as the Temple of Time from Twilight Princess.

“No promises~!” Wiatr cheekily replied, somehow fondling our shared tits from the storage. Since we were in my body though, I just had my membrane go ‘numb’ to not give her the satisfaction of giving us pleasure.

“I may not be as powerful as you, but what was that?” I demanded frostily.

“Um, ladies? I think you’d best stop pushing the issue.” Gleaming nervously insisted as we reached the door to Waterblight’s section of the temple. When we unlocked it though, the door opened and started flooding the main chamber, the deluge actually tossing us down to the ground floor where the Malice began turning into octopus-like tentacles, grabbed us, and began doing hentai things. “NO~! I didn’t want tentacle sex until-HMPH!”

Great! We’re getting raped by tentacles! Well, not really raped, it’s really, unf, great actually, but still! I managed to turn into pure slime, the Hero’s Garb getting swept away in the current that was forcing everything out of the temple. Waterblight is seriously upping her game! I managed to slither us along the rapey Malice, trying to grab us and molest us, but we’re not solid enough to do that. I haven’t been a pure slime in...forever. I forgot how convenient it is.

I slithered up the wall under the ledge dumping water into the temple, and managed to force our way into the section Waterblight had taken over against the pressure of the flowing water. Once on the other side, I got us further into the room, enough the flow wouldn’t just push us out if I solidified now, especially after pulling out the Iron Boots. “Holy shit! That was intense!”

“No kidding! We’re lucky I don’t need to breathe and have such control over my body, or else we’d have been swept back outside like the rest of the soldiers.” I replied to Gleamy...then realized we were completely naked aside from the Iron Boots, and this place was filled with Malice tentacles with intent to please.

“Need a dress?” Wiatr asked.

“We’d prefer armor.” Both Gleaming and I telepathically responded...wait, since when did I have the power to use telepathy? Is this another ability Gleamy obtained from Stalrova since we used it so much while fused?

“Naw, you’ve got enough of that girl! Have a bathing suit!” Wiatr, in a different tone, suddenly declared. Our body was suddenly garbed in a micro sling bikini. “Unf, so hot. How about…?” We were now wearing something that looked suspiciously like a nightie, but with a proper bikini top and bottom under the see-thru boob veil and miniskirt. “Oh~ yeah. Give us a twirl!”

“ENOUGH! We’re not your plaything!” Both I and Gleaming demanded furiously.

“Fine, here’s a gift of old armor We used to wear. We’ve had an upgraded version made years ago. Reach into your tits. Just a warning; it’s heavy.” Wiatr told us. We growled silently since, y’know, water, but did as told. We were expecting very slutty armor. What came out made us jump back, feeling very much confused.

It was an armor made of bone and was not at all revealing. It was heavy. Why did she use armor that was not revealing? This seems out of character for her. What’s so special about some armor made of bone anyway? Was that modern tech spliced through it? Whatever. We used my amorphous body to slip into it, and it wasn’t until it was on that my suspicions were proven correct.

It wasn’t slutty, but it was a bit revealing. It had about as much cleavage as the Hero’s Garb after Gleaming’s tastes changed. It also exposed our thicc thighs, but otherwise covered us entirely.

“Our Queen has given us a new owner?” hundreds of voices asked us making us jump. “We’re the Armor of Everlasting Dragons.”

“Only on loan, until they find their clothes again. You know you belong to Ember now, she’s just not off in space fighting the good fight.” Wiatr declared...they have wars in space there?

Whatever.

We have firm protection against currently-unwanted sexy tentacle fun, time to slog through this!

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Damn this section was annoying. The Eyes of Malice generating all the water were much harder to deal with since we were weighed down to avoid getting swept up in the current, and they were defended by perverted tentacles. Aside from this new difficulty, this series of halls and stairways were no more interesting than the other two.

What got really annoying was how even after clearing the last of the Malice from this section, was that the revealed puzzle was, in fact, a water puzzle. A water puzzle that, with the flooded chamber, was utterly unusable right now. So we had to open the revealed door to the central chamber, and even with the Iron Boots, got swept outdo the main floor, where we silently sighed as tentacles tried to sex us while we waited for the water to finish draining.

“Unf! You ladies, you get into all kinds of sexy shenanigans don’t you?” Wiatr panted, clearly getting too turned on by our struggles against adversity being so raunchy.

“Yes, shut up.” We groaned, as we waited for the water. One thing this armor was doing was actually teaching us more advanced combat with our weapons. Considering that Gleamy apparently hasn’t had official instruction with a heavy polearm, she’s been doing good, but the armor clearly had owners used to combat with such a weapon, and she’s been absorbing it’s teachings like a dry sponge to water.

…

Why didn’t I think of that? Stupid! I’m so stupid! “Gleamy. I could’ve absorbed the water too, storing it as excess biomass in my storage.”

“Really?” Gleaming asked.

“You also use Biomass storage?” Wiatr asked.

“I’m a slime? Duh?” I snarked as the water finally finished draining, and the Malice screeched as it had to retract its tentacles, unable to sustain them without water. Probably thematic reasons. Magic is iffy like that.

“So are we. We have so much in common~!”Wiatr chuckled, as I looked around and spotted the Hero’s garb, hanging from the Malice Muff’s drooling lips. “That is gross but kinda sexy.”

“I’m not putting that on without washing it first.” Gleaming walked up to the muff, tugging on the Hero’s Garb and freeing it, holding it away from us with a scrunched snout. It smelled so powerfully of aroused female it was actually offensive to the nose.

“On your left.” The armor told us before a Dynalfos attacked us, the cursed creature twitching. We responded by slapping it with the musky Hero’s Garb, and then Gleamy channeled magic through my antlers, grabbing the monster and...ripping it in half.

“I. Am. So. Done. Today.” Gleaming snarled. “I get my tits taken over by a goddess, I discover I’m a bottomless milk factory, I get assaulted with pervy tentacles when I’m waiting to do that with Navi later, and now my clothes are disgusting! THAT’S IT! I’m done for today! Waterblight can go suck a dick! A spiked, sharp, barb-covered dick! I’m going to town, getting my clothes washed, getting laid, and then we’re coming back tomorrow morning to deal with this bitch!”

I was speechless. So were Wiatr and the armor for that matter as Gleamy stormed out of the Temple of Time, flipping off anyone who tried to speak to us, and marched all the way back to town. She barged into Talon’s former tavern, stomped up to the counter, slapped a bag of pfennigs in the tiller, grabbed a room key, and went upstairs, slamming the door to the room.

“Um...Gleamy-?”

“Shut up. Please. Just-.” Gleaming took Wiatr’s small portable shrine statue out and smacked it onto the dresser in the corner. “Not a word.” She hissed to it, then began stripping out of the dragonbone armor, putting it next to Wiatr’s statue. “You shut up too.” Then she tossed the Hero’s Garb in the courtesy laundry basket, putting it outside the door, and tossed our nude body onto the bed.

We laid there, silent. Gleamy’s huffing, puffing, and other signs of frustration lessened. After a while, she began fondling our breasts, reaching a hand down to our, well, my pussy. I don’t have my male organs by default, and Gleaming was apparently going to enjoy the difference as she began fingering us, groaning.

I managed to disconnect control from my body, letting Gleamy use me to work off her steam. I felt everything as she inexpertly worked my body over. It was everything I could do not to intervene, show her just where to stroke, where to wriggle her fingers. I let her figure it out, and soon she was squeaking, gushing my blue fem-slime onto the bed sheets, and collapsed with a sigh. “Thank you. For letting me work it out.”

“You sure you don’t want some proper relief?” Wiatr asked in an oddly understanding tone.

“Not from you. Navi is my lover, my Love. But she has nobody of her own anymore. I wanted to feel it, from her perspective, from my desire.” Gleaming ran our hands up and down our shared body, and I felt so warm inside. It’s hard to forget she loves me, but she rarely ever declares it, leaving it implied through action and her supportiveness.

“We can relate.” Wiatr sighed as iridescent magic shimmered over our body and soothed us. “Not entirely mind you. We can split into our own bodies whenever convenient, but we know that need, the desire to know how to please your lover from their own perspective. It’s a unique one.”

“She can wear me like armor to see what we mean,” Svartr commented from her head individually. She must have done that so we could hear it as the other heads didn’t look shocked.

“I already did that with several lovers,” I informed them, sighing as I hefted my right breast up to my lips, drinking hungrily of my coconutty slime-milk. It was a bit odd, a sort of recursive biomass cycling, but I enjoyed my flavor and it was my own way of worshiping my own boobs. I’m tired too, to be fair. I could use some downtime.

“Or we could craft you a new body,” Wiatr told us with a thoughtful expression shared across her four faces. “Haven’t used the spells in while except on our nuns.”

“Don’t bother. If you try, Majora will likely ruin it for shits and giggles. He’s a complete asshat. I can find a host later. I might even be able to ask one of my slime children to be my host.” I groped my breasts, and suddenly they surged up to beach-ball size with milk. Uh...Gleamy? Is that your milk? Oh, right, not broadcasting telepathy.

“Please, we are beyond any pitiful mask,” Wiatr said as the room darkened with her raw magic power alone and Gleaming and I slightly appreciated how Wiatr was with us and not Ganondorf, we felt the weight of her power. “Though we can’t bloody use all this power yet. Have to wait for the local pantheon to trust us more.”

Suddenly, Majora appeared. Like, literally, out of nowhere. All the presence of power stopped and the floating mask giggled. “Tee-hee. Someone silly is trying to interfere too much~! Back to your island with you~.” Before Wiatr could do anything, her shrine statue turned into four snakes, which hissed, then sprouted wings prismatic feathery wings and flew out of the window, save one. “You’re the fun one! Those other three, they’re cool, but you know what it’s like. The power to end a world at your fingertips. The beautiful frailty of life.”

“Indeed.” Cynder chuckled. “I know more than that mister.” Her snake chuckled as it floated through the air like it was water and coiled around Majora. “Do you wish to see the Horrors I’ve done and faced?” Suddenly, Cynder gasped, flying towards us in fear and burrowing head-first into our cleavage to seek our storage.

“Be around for the births and deaths of a few thousand universes before you can compare to me little cutie~.” Majora mocked. Wait, why can’t we move? Why haven’t we moved?! “Tick tock, tick tock my little heroes. You have time to rest, but not enough to matter~.” Majora then vanished. “Have fun while you can~ tee-hee~.”

“My, he is frightful. I should find my other quarters.” Cynder whined before trying to fly out the window and found herself magically chained to us. “What?!”

“Um...that’s new?” Gleaming commented, before I felt raw, unfettered, need. “Holy-what the f-oh~!” Gleaming pawed our expanded milk-filled breasts, dove a hand into our snatch, and whined needily. “Fuck! FUCK! FUCK~! Fuck me!”

“W-what?! But-!” Cynder was yanked by Gleaming’s magic to our face and she snarled at the Quetzalcoatl.

“FUCK US NOW!” Gleaming ordered of the goddess, who suddenly found herself turned into a beautiful anthro Quetzalcoatl with her rainbow scales reflecting the late evening light. She was easily comparable to us in stature and body shape, save the huge bulbous spiny dick at her crotch.

“O-okay!” Cynder excitedly complied.