Hyrulequestria

Ch.98

“Ah~.” Gleaming sighed as she rubbed our rounded belly and finished putting on the Hero’s garb. Cynder was for some reason still chained to us, and unable to link with her other halves. She was slowly freaking out and had turned back into her portable tiny flying snake body.

“I don’t like this.” The tiny snake whined as she laid on our shoulders.

“Well, that’s what you get for poking the ancient eldritch entity of evil.” I snarked to our new shoulder-friend, rubbing our growing belly as said goddess’s eggs rapidly formed. “Hmph. He even sent us into a breeding frenzy. Can’t possibly fight like this.” I huffed but enjoyed the sensation as our cleaned Hero’s Garb magically adjusted for our swelling fecund dome, and our still inflated beach-ball boobs. “Gleamy, I’d say you’ve transformed if your milk is going into my boobs.”

“Sorry.” Gleaming mewled, rubbing our tight, sloshing breasts as they rested on our burgeoning belly, starting to get in our face. There was so much milk-slime that it was stretching my membrane to transparency, the white goo shimmering under my blue glowing slime-skin. “Probably shouldn’t have even bothered putting the Hero’s Garb on…”

“I need to get Urta and her Warframes over here,” Cynder muttered looking about. “Just need a place large enough for a small temple portal and I can hopefully get unchained from you.”

“Stop panicking Daddy.” We moaned as we pulled our pants back down. “Oh~ they’re coming so fast! Is this us, or you?” We moaned together as we stepped out of the trousers and began pulling the top off, exposing our rapidly expanding decuplet-sized pregnancy, which was growing even faster. This was turning me on so fucking hard, I think Gleamy was enjoying it at least as much as I was. “Oof, and who is Urta?”

“Both. and Urta is a goddess from my world. She’s very powerful, but she wouldn’t break your world if she fully manifested. We’ve forbidden her from just appearing in worlds not ready for Us because we don’t want to spook the locals as our Goddess of Strength and Fertility walks in with a small army of autonomous drones to guard our temple.” Cynder informed us as we lowered to the floor, panting and rubbing out swelling womb and our inflating breasts, milk-goo starting to gush from our nipples.

“Oh~ please do something~? There’s milker hoses by the door.” We moaned as we fell onto our back, our belly surging out and our breasts burying our face as we groaned and fell into a haze of pleasure and arousal.

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I came to my senses when the overwhelming hormones stopped flooding my body, and eggs were being born from my gooey vagina while hoses chugged away at my gushing nipples. I could feel my body pressing on nearly everything in the room. “Sorry about this! The owner is really helpful too!” Cynder called from somewhere around our convulsing cunny. Is our vagina pressing out the doorway?

I feel the pulsing hoses to the milkers pressed between my side and the window. I’ve literally filled the room.

“How many is she birthing?” Someone asked as my womb-body started lowering bit by bit from where it was pressing into the ceiling and walls and floor around me. Hey, wait, why aren’t these Slime Eggs? Why are we birthing Quetzalcoatl eggs?

“No clue! But you’re a good woman for so readily helping out!” Cynder praised as we worked our membrane to keep releasing the infant-sized rubbery eggs.

“If a caribou balked at a hyper pregnancy, they have no right to declare themselves caribou!” Proudly replied the woman who was helping us out. “What’s the hold-up?! We need to keep the line going! She’s not slowing down the birth rate!”

“The floor space in the kitchen is full ma’am!” Holy shit! How many?!

“Then start using the tavern floor! Move people, we have new lives to help bring to this world!” A resounding cheer chorused in the affirmative.

“Love, what’s going on?” We heard a husky female voice with a sexy Saddle Arabian accent. “I haven’t seen someone so thoroughly knocked-up in a good bit outside Medla’s breeding center.”

“Urta? Ho-“

“You’re spilt from the others. I had to look into it. Hm~, sexy one this girl. Mind if I added to her clutch?” The sexy female voice asked, and I shuddered in anticipation. I’m so big already, sorry, I’m being selfish. We’re so big already! Knowing how Gleaming transformed so rapidly whenever sex or especially pregnancy was involved, Gleamy is going to totally be slime by the end of this~!

“Hm, sure. You haven’t actually mated in a hundred years besides the breeding center.” Cynder chuckled. “Planning on marrying her too?”

“You know you and the others are all I have room for in my heart. But if she doesn’t mind…?” The woman named Urta led on.

“FUCK US!” Gleaming shouted in answer, trying to wriggle us as best we can, considering we’re a bloated ball of eggs with our giant cunt wedged in the door.

“Well, then,” Urta said as a giant horsecock met our lips and pushed in, stopping our flow of eggs and causing our hypersexual slime body to shudder in near-instant orgasm. “Oh~ a hair-trigger on this one! She’s gonna be fun!”

Fuck! Yes! GAH! She’s like a total beast! She’s ramming us so hard our whole body is practically slapping against the far wall, then bouncing back against her to do it again! Just how strong is she~?!

“Not to pressure you Urta, but she needs to get back to clearing a dungeon later today.” Cynder teased the incredible herm fucking us stupid, our whole body sloshing and squeaking and slapping with the lewd sounds we produced simply by existing and being plowed by this woman.

“Hm, alright,” Urta said in a mixture of disappointment and amusement before pulling out. “Shouldn’t breed her now then.”

“NO~! UNF! FUCK US~!” We wailed desperately, even as eggs immediately began flowing out of our cunt again.

“Hold on,” Urta said before her Arms went into us and started helping us birth while almost driving us crazy! Whoa! Our body is shrinking so much faster! “Are they Everlasting Dragons?”

“No. This body that scary crazy thing easily as powerful or greater than sister’s eldritch kin gave us is the sire. I believe they’re Quetzalcoatl eggs. They’re fairly rubbery in comparison to dragon eggs.” Cynder informed the hyper-endowed woman as they continued aiding our egg-laying.

“Ah, like those snake people who are raiding the east quadrant shipping lanes,” Urta commented as we were finally small enough to see the doorway and a knight completely covered in futuristic golden lion armor was elbows deep in our cunt and pulling out an egg, handing off to a caribou and repeating. What was she fucking us with? She’s completely clothed. “Hope you understand that, if these eggs hatch like that, we’ll have to have several as breeders since we’re planning on wiping those heartless bastards out for burning planet Tel Adre XI.”

“I figured as much,” Cynder said a bit sadly as our massive body deflated fully upon the last egg leaving us, and we were left as a gasping and panting twitching slime fairy with breasts the size of weather balloons at 5 feet across each still getting pumped. “Wow. She’s a real cow.”

“Sorry. My fault.” Gleaming apologized, grunting as our breasts rapidly shrunk down to our usual basketball size K-cups. “I’m a literal magic milk factory. All magic I absorb and don’t use gets turned into magic milk.”

“Very sexy.” Urta chuckled.

“You sure you don’t want to add her? Her world’s almost ready.” Cynder purred as she nuzzled the Knight.

“I’m sure. It’s irresponsible to poach people when we have so much love to share as it is.” Urta somehow kissed the prismatic snake woman through her helmet and groped the snake-woman’s scaly ass, pressing the sides of their breasts together, the armor of Urta’s chest actually jiggled and compressed in the side-hug.

“Are you living armor like Ivara?” We asked the Lion as we continued to recover on the floor.

“Hm? Oh! No, my armor is like Ivara, but she’s not me.” The armor opened up in the front, letting the 7 foot tall homina-homina muscular grey and white fox slime woman step out, totally in the buff, and sporting balls the size of coconuts under a huge sheathe. “I’m Urta, Goddess of Strength, War and Fertility alongside my wife.”

“You can’t tell now, but she’s so pregnant she’s the size of a small moon.” Cynder proudly boasted, slapping Urta’s tight, round, bubble-like shiny ass. “She’s used herself as a weapon on planets we’re not planning on colonizing.”

“How?” We asked we asked as we didn’t bother closing our spread legs. Wow she’s sexy!

“A helpful navel pearl, made by Dongoruas and Hermais.” Urta chuckled as pointed to a gem in her navel. “Well, them and six others. You want one?”

“Yes please!” Gleaming practically salivated at the concept. “If stuff like this happens again, I don’t want to be left defenseless.”

“Boys~, girls~” Urta cooed down at her body as she patted her ripped eight-pack abs. Shortly, fairies crawled out of her snatch, making us blink. No, not fairies, they’re far more powerful, proper draconequus? Whatever. They flew at us and crawled into our still-engorged cunt, bloating our belly and started FUCKING in there.

“Oh~! That’s so good!” We panted, rubbing our belly and biting our lip. Can I do this with other people? Can I unbirth normal people? Can Gleamy, now that she’s definitely slime whenever she gets around to taking me off?

“It will last about five mintues, enjoy it. In the meantime, I’m going to get Actual guards over here. If Majora is that powerful, I’m not stationing Warframes here. Ivara’s squad just proved they’re useless in the current combat models.” Urta told Cynder with some venom. “I know you wanted to be subtle and put older models here, but version 1.3 has its flaws. Hell, it’s 25 versions lower than 26.3.”

“Sorry if I like the old models,” Cynder muttered as she put the dragonbone armor on.

“Love, they’re not much different. Hell, you’re the ones giving us the ideas for new configurations and models! Why do you always send 1.3 and it slotting for only five Configurations all the time.” Urta asked as the lovers started to have a peaceful argument, the sort without raised voices or upset tones, more of exasperation. “I mean, the new combat and bullet jump abilities were your idea in particular for 26.2.”

“The old models are just so cute though~,” Cynder whined in complaint as our belly swelled further, and we moaned as whatever they were doing in there, it was causing something to form inside of us that didn’t feel like a new life.

“I know. You’re lucky Hell-they're here and You hadn’t sent Ivara or the other Warframes before they were scrapped. You sent one of the boys. My frames are designed to help with that!” Urta growled at her. “They have a Night Sentinel configuration to use and absorb Arg-you didn’t put one in a single frame did you?” Urta groaned.

“Well excuse~ me princess! This world isn’t our jurisdiction! We were lucky the local pantheon even let us set foot here!” Cynder rebutted, puffing out her snake cheeks and stomping one of her boots.

“I know. Alright, fine. From now on I’m making sure that any Universe we are allowed to send Frames get one with a Hell Insertion Config, okay? We can’t send one of the boys all the time. They have their own duties and there are only six of them.” Urta told her. “And you know your Fairies are only for Support.”

“Alrig-” Further pointless exposition for the benefit of others was interrupted by us crying out in orgasm as the draconequus finished and climbed out of us, leaving our belly swollen like in the early months of a normal pregnancy. Then our nonexistent navel formed, and a beautiful iridescent pearl pressed into our membrane. It’s so cute and sexy!

“Done~!” They cheered, before going to Urta and climbing back into her own snatch. “Oh! Aunty Urta, that batch of Quarians is due to be born in a couple days. They’ve finished incubating.”

“Thanks for reminding me kiddo.” Urta patted the little boy’s head, and he purred before climbing back into her like the others did.

“Do they live in you?” We asked breathlessly, which was silly because we don’t need to breathe. Oof, did they leave something big in us? No, it’s just their leftover cum, better absorb that.

“I’m literally a moon-sized womb for rent. I need attendants in there to make sure all the magic embryo lattices are organized, tended to, being checked for illnesses, defects, and of course, have those cleared up. That batch of Quarians I think was...a genetically modified batch to help them get over their immune deficiencies. About 1000 of them this time, 2000 next time if they hold up.” Urta rubbed her ripped eight-pack of abs wistfully, the radiant glow of motherhood shining through her gooey membrane for a moment. “The Ambda Galaxy is really stupid with how the whole thing fell into a trap.”

“Oh,” I said in shock, realizing they have Mass Effect in their universe or are linked to a universe with Mass Effect.

“I still don’t know how we never found slipspace in our own universe that used Ezo. It’s in our universe too.” Cynder groaned. “Anyway, her being constantly pregnant also helps her deal with the need a Fertility Aspect makes you have.”

I blinked at the extra pointless exposition that helps nobody and then began to worry, remembering that Luna has that aspect. “What do you mean? What Need?”

“Oh, right. Luna has Fertility doesn’t she?” Cynder hummed as she rubbed her chin. “Has she been pregnant in the last six months?”

“...No?” I worriedly answered.

“You should get on that. Fertility, at least for Wiatr and Urta, demands it’s bearer to breed or be bred at least six months after their last birth unless constantly pregnant. The six month time is to allow them to recover if needed. If they don’t within six months...well they could start feeling pain from not using their reproductive organs. Sister isn’t as susceptible to this due to her age and tenure, but even to this day, it’s quirks hurt. She can’t have assets smaller than basketballs for instance or she feels soul-deep pain.” Cynder informed us grimly.

I felt dread at realizing Luna might really be suffering, and hiding it. She’s been getting more and more flirty, hungrily eyeing me, sending all kinds of signals that we’ve been dutifully ignoring.

“I ha-” Cynder looked to Urta.

“She’s an ally. You can tell her. Besides she needs to know that ‘weakness’ in case this version of Luna shares it.” Urta told her lover.

“Right, my main issue, besides the need is, well, if you tease me with breeding for a long period of time, I become painfully fixated on breeding you. And I do mean painfully.Once I get fixated I can’t breed anyone else nor can I...properly cum. I drool sexual fluids sure, and people can get pregnant from it, but I won’t be satisfied until I find the one that teased me so badly.” Cydner explained.

“...Luna keeps saying she wants to be made a foal factory, then backs up saying not for a decade or so, then teases us with it, then backs off.” I worriedly informed them, feeling fearful.

“Teasing can stave off the urges. Also, helps me stay out of my painful breeder state. I hate that state, makes me feel so much like a Lust Demon.” Cynder said with a look of Disgust.

“Thankfully Wiatr has me to dump those urges into usually.” Urta fluttered her eyes at Cynder and ran a hand up her thigh as she flexed her muscular thiccness.

“And the Breeding schedule, though there was that incident with the Boy’s version of Pinkie when her wordplay made it impossible for me to tease her back.” Cynder sighed with a rub of her brow. “Of course that was four hundred years ago.”

“Okay, well, thank you for the help. Oh, and take your blessing off our tits please.” We replied...then realized we’d mostly been thinking in plural. “Uh-oh. Gleamy, take Navi off.” We reached for our face and pulled me off, and I was turned around to see a beautiful white slime version of Gleaming...only she’d become a fairy too. The parts she’d gotten from the other Masks were more pronounced in her various body parts.

“Oh, did they ascend like you did?” Urta asked Cynder curiously.

“No. The Mask is Navi: This realm’s Goddess of Order. The one who took her off is Gleaming Shield, the realm’s fated hero. Well, for this generation.” Cynder informed Urta. “Looking beautiful girl.”

“Thanks. I feel beautiful.” Gleaming ran a gooey hand along her still-blue mane, then looked down and sighed at the lack of male genitals. “Well, guess they had to go some time. But knowing you, and now me, that’s an optional feature.” Gleaming kissed me, and I moaned into my sexy fiance’s mouth. “Well, don’t mind being on my boob while I go adventuring?”

“Babe, I’ll ride shotgun whenever you want.” I cheered, and she put me on her left breast before magically summoning the Hero’s Garb onto her. “Onward hero! Let us go finish this temple, then return home, find me a host, then I can fuck Luna so pregnant she’ll be at least twice as big as last time!”

“That’s the spirit! You go girls!” Urta cheered us on as we left. “Now then, where was I? Oh yes.” Urta turned and pinned Cynder to the wall with a feral lusty expression. “I’m all worked up and have blue balls because I couldn’t finish earlier. Someone needs to help me with that.”

“*Nervous Gulp* Um, yay? Oh~...”