Chapter 12 - The White Flood part 2

This is a work of erotic fan fiction with equal emphasis on sex, story, and worldbuilding. Fetishes included are: futanari, huge/hyper cock/breasts/balls, excessive cum, cum inflation. Sex-to-story ratio: 3/7

Chapter 12: The White Flood part 2
 
Linkette was trapped atop her swollen womb the rest of the day, too inflated by milk and cum to move even a bit. On the up side, Talon didn't seem to have any trouble breathing despite lying beneath Linkette's heavy bloated gut. One of the several downsides however, was that she knew this because Talon was snoring. All Linkette could do was play Saria's ocarina to herself and watch the sun slowly trek its way across the sky, until dipping out of sight behind the roofline of the alley they lay in. 
That and sleep. She dozed off and woke repeatedly, each time finding the light different, her belly smaller, and the ache in her balls just a little bit stronger… until the time she woke up to the wet warmth of a cock blowing its load in her pussy. She cried out in surprise, then anger, at the cum flowing into her already immobilizing gut and whipped around to look over her shoulder. 
It was Seala, her own belly still pregnant with Talon's seed, eyes blank and back hunched as she vigorously slapped Linkette's cheeks with her crotch. The sight of Seala, and the memory of how much pain Linkette had caused the Farorian while trying to stuff her oversized dick in Seala’s pussy, softened her anger. 
She still put an end to the surprise sex though. "Stop it! Get off, I'm full enough already!" Linkette braced her feet on Seala’s shoulders and shoved her away. The girl stumbled back, righted, and came right back at the magic pussy without her dick ever letting up the steady shots of semen splashing all over the wall of Linkette's gut-bed. 
"I said stop! Seala! Stop! Uuugh…" Her words did nothing, and no amount of shoving kept her away for long. Linkette tried a new tactic. 
While Seala fucked her in a zombie-like trance, Linkette reached back and gave her own thick ass a hearty slap. The tremendous jiggling waves caught Seala’s eye, and like a cat swatting at string she reached down and groped Linkette's plump cheek. Thus, allowing Linkette to snatch her arm by the wrist. 
"There! Now come here. Come! Here! C'mon!" With a combination of forceful tugging and incesent instructions, she got Seala to leave her pussy behind and stumble around to her front. Linkette manhandled her up until she was sitting on the outer shelf of Linkette's cum-balloon belly and leaning with her back resting against Linkette's tits. 
Linkette grabbed Seala’s throbbing dick and stroked it, coaxing out more cum to empty into the alley. The Farorian girl moaned, turgid rod throbbing in Linkette's grasp as it expelled its load in long arcs onto the ground. Linkette stroked faster, trying to empty her balls as fast as possible. She rubbed her own pussy, coating her fingers in nectar, then pulled Seala’s head to the side and slipped the fingers into her mouth while clamping her own lips around one pert tit. Seala cried out, slathering her tongue across Linkette's wet digits. The cum never stopped flowing, and didn't slow down. 
Linkette closed her eyes, enjoying the taste of Seala’s nipple. The salty taste of sweat mingled with the delicious bitter tang of cum on her tongue, reminding her of days spent on Lon Lon Ranch. Sucking on Malon's tits had been one of her favorite pastimes, third behind sucking her cock, which was second after riding it. The soft give of her enormous mammaries, the mouth-filling swell of her puffy areola, the long hard nub on her tongue… And, of course, the taste of--
Linkette yelped in surprise. The taste of milk! Which was currently washing down her throat, spraying from both of Seala’s rapidly swelling breasts! She let the tit drop from her mouth, closing her eye against the splatter of milk spraying against it. She watched in amazement as Seala’s perky little B-cups grew pulse by wobbling pulse, as if inflated by the beat of her heart, into weighty D-cups. The view was both shocking and intensely arousing. 
That's when Linkette felt the tiny trickle of power flowing out of her, leaching through the wall of her womb and into Seala’s body. She wouldn't have noticed, if she hadn't just witnessed the same occurrence between Talon and the Zelda-charged air. With a blink of surprise, she realized she could see the golden aura winding its way into Seala’s breasts… and into her balls!
Seala's orgasm was growing stronger, more prolific. It was multiplying under her Triforce instead of expending itself, the opposite of what she wanted!
"Oh, no no no no! Stop, stop!" Linkette clamped both hands around Seala's dick in a panic, one over the shaft and the other enclosing the head, ever-pumping cum exploding out between her fingers and seeping between her knuckles. She tried to clamp down and squeeze, causing Seala to squirm and groan in discomfort, cum backing up in her urethra until the pressure drove it past Linkette's vice grip and bubbling out the mouth of her cock. 
"Just…! Go…! Down already!" Linkette shouted, and to her surprise, the flow of cum stopped in an instant. She blinked in surprise at the unexpected success, but then the blood drained from her face as she felt the dick in her hand. Slowly, she removed her fingers from Seala’s cock. 
It was tiny. Seala’s beautiful dick was now a fraction of the size it had been just moments earlier, shrunk to barely an inch in length. 
Nausea swelled in Linkette's stomach. A cum-slathered hand slapped over her mouth, holding back the bile and horror threatening to spill out. Shudders ran through the whole length of her body, bone-deep chill sinking into her limbs until only her over-stuffed womb held any scrap of warmth. 
"Oh goddess… Goddess, what did I do? What the fuck did I do?!" Linkette sobbed, tears spilling from her eyes. 
In contrast to Linkette's distress, Seala’s frantic lustful energy drained away as her miniscule erection gradually softened. Lethargy filled her body as sleepy eyes closed, and she relaxed into Linkette’s soft, spongey womb. Linkette, in her hysterics, didn't notice Seala begin to slip down the lubricated surface of her belly until it was already too late; the Farorian girl slid off the softly curving edge of Linkette's womb and onto the ground, Linkette's scrambling hands moments too late to catch her. 
With Seala out of reach and her incessant lust quelled, silence returned to the cum-stained alley, with only Talon's snoring to break it. Linkette continued to shudder and cry in self-disgust for a long time afterward, hugging her massive womb for warmth. Nearly two hours passed before she was calm enough to breathe normally again, smearing the cum on her hand across the skin of her womb until it was dry enough to wipe her eyes clear. Another hour later, she was calm enough to resume half-heartedly playing the ocarina, thinking about the girl just out of reach all the while and how she might undo the unforgivable sin she'd inflicted on her. 
 It was some time after dark had fallen when her womb had deflated enough to actually move around; it was still so big that it dragged on the ground, and so heavy that she fought and strained for every foot she walked, but it allowed her to begin preparing for the journey. She fed Epona, inspected the cart, loaded up crates of milk (all of it Malon's; she'd had quite her fill of Chateau Talon for a while), and generally roamed the plaza in search of anything that might aid her quest. The longer her preparations went on, the smaller her womb got and the more mobile she became. 
She stole a lot of money too. She felt really bad with every wallet pouch she took from the catatonic Hylians, but she told herself she never knew when she might need rupees and that it was all for the sake of saving them and that she would definitely pay them back when she returned so stop feeling so guilty dammit!
Seriously! I'll pay back every rupee when this is done! Unless they'd rather I ride them for repayment, I guess? I'm sure most Hylians would make that trade. I mean, Malon's milk apparently sells for a lot of money and she let me drink whole tits' worth for sex, right? Or maybe they'd rather ride Zelda? I bet Zelda would fuck someone for me if I asked. In fact, I know she'd fuck someone even if I didn't! Fuck… that would be really hot to watch… I wonder if I could keep my dick to myself if I was in the room? 
Such rambling thoughts carried her through the hours, her belly gradually shrinking down while her balls much more subtly swelled up. It was the first time she'd been awake to witness her absorption at work on such a massive scale, even if the process was slow enough it was hard to track. She massaged her aching balls while she sat to catch her breath, grimacing at the size in her palms. Each testicle had started the day the size of grapefruits; that was still the closest comparison, but the analogy wouldn't do them justice much longer. It probably wouldn't even last until her belly drained away. 
The first faint touches of light were beginning to peak out of the east when Linkette decided she'd grown small enough to set out. Her stomach was still the size of a large toddler and weighed twice as much, but she struggled past the burden and carried both Talon and Seala into the back of the wagon. She arranged them as comfortably as possible, gently stroking Seala’s face with deep regret, then made her way to Epona. 
Malon's favorite horse nuzzled Linkette's hand, and the forest girl stroked her mane with a gentle smile. Feeding Epona a carrot, Linkette strapped her into the wagon's harness and took her place in the driver's seat. A gentle snap of the reins, and her journey officially started. 
The steady clip-clop of Epona's hooves echoed through the quiet streets, Linkette vigilantly watching for lust-stricken Hylians lying in the road. Navigating the streets from memory, the wagon clattered and rolled its way to the gate. Several times she had to stop the cart to pull a catatonic Hylian out of the way, or rescue some she spotted in precarious situations. On one such foray away from the wagon, a scent in the air captured the whole of her attention in an instant.
She dropped the Hylian she was dragging across the street, head snapping up and sniffing deeply. Her pulse hammered in her veins, chest flushing with heat as her dick pulsed a fraction larger and her pussy began to gush a heavy flow of lube that ran down her legs and splattered against the cobblestones. Her boots, and their rapidly soaking socks, stepped lightly across the street as she wandered toward the source of the lustful odor. She tracked it easily, never losing the scent from the moment it first reached her nose, pulling her towards an alley off the main road near the gate. She squinted her eyes in the shadow of the buildings, continuing deeper before her eyes adjusted. The scent grew stronger the further in she walked. 
Her vision adapted to the darkness when she was mere feet from the source. She gasped, stepping back, staring at the scene with mingled lust and horror.
A Hylian soldier lay propped against the wall, eyes shadowed by her helmet. A wide puddle of thick semen was spreading from beneath her ass, no doubt leaking from over-stuffed holes. She was bloated with cum, absolutely immobilized by it. Two bulbous orbs beneath her skin filled both her womb and her stomach, together nearly as large as the rest of her body. Her armor had exploded outward with the force of their swelling, pieces of metal scattered to the far side of the alley. Jagged edges of metal rubbed her skin red and raw, and her entire gravid belly looked… unhealthy, its skin thin and red with veins crossing its surface. The soldier lay with her chin on her metal-clad chest, her breath labored and wheezing. 
Linkette gulped, stepping forward, uncertain how to help. Gently she reached out a hand and brushed the surface of the soldier's womb. 
The bloated woman lurched, hand snapping up with shocking speed to snatch Linkette's wrist. Linkette screamed and pulled back but the soldier didn't let go; her head rose, weary but desperate, her eyes bloodshot and half-delusional.
"Th-they came… from the west…" she said, her voice strained with effort as if every muscle in her body were tensed. "The Flood did nothing… to th-them…" she closed her eyes and groaned, teeth gritted with strain. Linkette watched, horrified and spellbound, unable to help or escape. "We could… barely… stand! They… cut us… d-down." The soldier huffed for breath, groaning, free hand clutching her drum-taut womb with white-knuckled grip. Her bloodshot eyes cracked open, eying Linkette's enormous cock. "Bearer…! Farore…! Beware… the king of… sands!" 
The soldier's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body went slack. Instantly a flood of cum roared up her throat and splashed violently against her womb, a beam of liquid white no longer restrained by tension and will. The hand on Linkette's arm dropped and she scrambled backwards, eyes locked in terror on the ravaged, raped woman being emptied of cum, so much cum that she had been a hair's breadth from popping. 
She was… she was alive. Her chest rose, barely, even when an unending stream of semen forced its way up her throat and splashed across her emptying womb from her hanging head. She was alive… but sex had almost killed her.
Linkette had never been more terrified in her life. Brutal, dangerous, lethal sex clashed against everything in her nature, the antithesis of her nurturing compulsion. It sickened her to her core. 
And yet. 
It made her horny. 
Linkette fled, tears in her eyes, running back to the wagon and away from the gallons and gallons of cum pouring over plate and belly and stone that she so dearly, deeply wanted to drink.
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Linkette tried to force the soldier from her mind. She focused on the sight ahead of her, the task entrusted to her, the burden of her mistake gleaming so brightly in the sun. 
Once again Linkette looked out across the steaming white field of Zelda's cum, stretching across the rolling hills as far as the eye could see. She took a deep breath of the overwhelmingly musky air--the flow of precum pouring onto the wagon bench from her cock doubling at the increased potency--checked over her shoulder to see Talon and Seala unconsciously snuggling amongst the milk crates, and snapped the reins again with a "Hiyah!"
Epona neighed and took off at a speedy canter. She snorted nervously as the edge of the cum fields grew closer, but didn't slow. The horse's long legs strode into the White Flood with ease, the wagon wheels rolling behind and kicking up a spraying wake of cum. Linkette surveyed the landscape, squinting at the over-bright sunlight reflecting off the semen. 
"Okay… Zora's Domain is up-river, but I can't see the river, so I need to find Death Mountain and… Aha! That must be it!" Her eyes fell on the tallest mountain out of the range Northeast of Castle Town, a ring of smoke and ash rotating like a halo above its surface. "I head that way, and then keep going north till I find the river's source. Let's go, Epona! We've got a kingdom to save!" 
She turned the cart and snapped the reins and shot off with enthusiasm. Her energy and determination lasted about fifteen minutes. Through the jiggling in her tits and belly and the endless bouncing of her balls atop the bench, she came to a stark realization:
Travel was boring. 
How did Talon stand this on the way to Castle Town?! It was so dull! Back then, Linkette had Malon's cock to ride, and titties to play with! Endless entertainment! But driving the wagon was so boring! And… left her entirely too much time to remember, something she was actively trying to avoid.
Linkette blinked in the midst of these thoughts, hearing a sound behind her: pleasurable moans. She turned in her seat and saw Talon's tall, muscled body spooning against Seala’s slight frame, arms wrapped around her, hips gently undulating to drive her cock deep into Seala’s pussy. 
Linkette paused, watching them enviously, then sighed. "Turnabout is fair play I guess… Fuck." She faced forward again, trying to ignore the sounds of their slow-paced sex. It wasn't long before she started rubbing her ever-erect cock, then fingering her own dripping pussy. Of course that felt good, and she did bring herself to a minor pussy-orgasm, but it wasn't nearly as potent as getting fucked. 
Talon cried out from the back and Seala echoed her, the two cumming together. Linkette smoldered with envy, trying to ignore it as she guided the wagon. Her resistance crumbled eventually, and she peaked over her shoulder. 
"Oh fuck! No, stop!" Talon's muscles were bulging, swelling alongside her tits and balls, and Seala’s womb pumped larger as cum gushed up Talon's cock to inflate her. Linkette leapt to her feet on the bench, spinning around and almost tumbling off the wagon as the momentum of her still-sizable cumflated womb unbalanced her. "I thought we were done with this already!" 
With the wagon still rolling Linkette jumped into the back, legs straddling both Hylians and squatting down over them, her dangling balls pooling on Talon's meaty thigh. She reached out, hands touching both of them, and closed her eyes in concentration. 
Golden energy flowed like a river, drawn out of the foggy, cummy air and directly into both women. Even Seala’s shrunken cock was pulsing larger and larger, but she didn't even compare to the sheer volume of magic energy pouring into Talon's body. How did Linkette not realize? Her tiny little barrier didn't have a hope of standing against this exponentially larger volume of power. 
But she didn't remember how she made the barrier in the first place! It was a reflexive action the first time. She screwed her eyes shut tighter, focusing with all her mind on sensing the magic. 
It was difficult; the power hung so heavily in the air, like the impenetrable fog that so often rolled through the Lost Woods, that her mind's eye could scarcely see a foot in front of her face. Yet as oppressive as the wall of energy in the air was, it was a pale wisp compared to the molten glory covering the ground! The sheer density of power contained in Zelda's endless ejaculate was like staring into the sun with her mind's eye. Blinding, for all its awesome radiance. 
But, while the magic may have been so bright it seemed uniform and omnipresent with no edges or boundaries, she could feel its motion. Magic flowed like water into their bodies, filling Talon's balls, and in turn flooding Seala’s womb. 
She turned her senses inward, trying to find that same light inside herself. For long minutes she searched and found nothing, straining her mind to find even the faintest whiff of magic, all while feeling Talon's sack and Seala's womb swell up beneath her fingers. She began to despair that she didn't have any magic inside of her, but that was ridiculous! If she didn't have magic, then how in the world could she cause Malon to swell up her belly with cum, or spark a lustful frenzy in every Hylian that saw her--! 
"... Who sees my pussy…" 
She focused her attention on the delicate pink slip shrouded behind her dangling balls, and found… something. Was it actually faint, or only in comparison to her surroundings? Whichever the case, a small aura emanating from her pussy was of a distinctly different flavor than Zelda's potent musk. 
She followed this faint trail of power from her labia to her uterus, mentally exploring deep into her body with this strange new sense she'd discovered. The trail ended at the natural destination: her womb. 
By this point, she'd shrunk down from the outrageous size Talon had inflated her with into the realm of a realistic pregnancy, her belly a taut orb that stuck out just beyond the end of her jiggling bust. With great concentration and a close inspection, Linkette at last found what she was looking for: golden magic power swirling around like a vortex, subtly influencing currents in the very cum that filled her. Like a golden tornado, or whirlpool, the magic flow was wide at the top and tapered down into a point that just… stopped, as if vanishing into nothing. 
Linkette was surprised by how quaint her magic seemed, considering she and Zelda both bore Triforces. Mindful of her passengers, she reached out with her will and attempted to pluck one of the strands of golden light. 
The air shook with the reverberation. 
Linkette gasped at the energy that pulsed out of her, racing as a wave through the White Flood and making Epona neigh and toss her head. 
"My power isn't faint…" Linkette mused, eyes wide. "It's… contained. All bundled up in my womb! It's so hard to see mine because it all just… stays, without bleeding out into the world, but Zelda radiates her power like the sun!" 
Impa really hadn't been lying when she said Linkette and Zelda (well, Farore and Nayru, but same difference at this point) were equal but opposite. Now, she just had to reach in and make use of her power. Consciously. For the first time. 
Linkette opened her eyes and looked down at the two lust-struck passengers of the wagon. Talon's testicles had grown into heavy head-sized boulders bulging back from between her legs, eating up the space beneath her muscular ass. One meaty ball pressed heavily against the wagon floor while the other in turn sat atop the first. It was a lopsided stack, unevenly balanced; the top teste leaned halfway off the bottom, gravity clearly trying to claw its mass downwards, but unable to overcome the tension of Talon's sack pulled so taut and swelling with seed. 
Linkette was briefly distracted by the sight of Talon's balls shining wetly in the sun. At first she thought it was sweat, until she noticed the slick fluid only covered one side of her scrotum and even then, predominantly only the nut on the bottom. In curiosity she reached down and laid her palm on the wide round surface of Talon's fat, full nut and pulled it down. Doing so released a steamy cloud of potent muff musk, and revealed Talon's squelching vagina trapped against the taut skin of her scrotum. Talon's balls pressed tight against the folds of her pussy, pushed back between her legs. The close press of skin against skin was clearly stimulating her engorged clit, and the flow of lubrication from her nether lips turned the confined space between pussy, balls and ass into a wet, steamy, fragrant mess. 
After taking a deep, appreciative sniff, Linkette pulled back and turned her attention to Seala. In perfect compliment to Talon, her womb had swollen out into a full term pregnancy, matching the current size of Linkette's belly. The surface of her skin was shiny and tinged red, with blue veins prominently visible. Clearly she had reached her maximum size, as thick jets of pressurized cum sprayed out of her pussy despite the immensely girthy plug of Talon's cock trying to seal it shut, pulsing every few seconds to add yet another spurt of thick spooge.
Seala alternatingly bit her lip in pleasure and groaned in pain, back and forth as the pressure in her womb rose and fell between filling cockspurts and emptying jets. Her body was limp in sleep, limbs occasionally writhing, toes stroking Talon's long and muscular legs behind her. Her womb looked far, far too similar to the soldier's in Castle Town; the spike of fear that she might pop pushed Linkette to double down and try again. 
Once again Linkette reached with her sixth sense into her womb, trying to draw on the swirling golden power inside her. Another wave of energy raced through the thick fluid around the wagon as she touched it, but her mental "fingers" didn't stop at a tap this time. She grasped the edge of the whirling light firmly, felt it hum and vibrate with tightly contained power, mightily resisting her attempt to shape it. She ran her attention down the outside of the vortex, feeling its texture, and discovered that it was not merely being spun around; the light was gathering new energy into its wide top, pulling it in from her surroundings, and drawing it down. Deeper and deeper, the energy grew even more dense the narrower the vortex became, until it reached the very tip. There, it felt infinite, a singularity of golden light. Curiously, she tried to pull some energy from the impossibly potent tip. 
Blistering agony. 
She instantly regretted it as a splitting migraine struck her skull like a hundred hammer blows. Too dumbstruck to move, she toppled forward from her crouch and landed face-first on Seala’s hip. She fell between the two bodies when Talon extracted part of her cock, and was shoved as deep into Seala’s cheeks as her petite ass would allow by Talon thrusting forward again. She sputtered as a heavy jet of pungent cum sprayed out of Seala’s pussy and splattered across her face in a thick coating. She was stuck there for three of Talon's thrusts before the pain in her head receded enough to regain her senses and push herself up onto her knees. 
Clutching her head, Linkette wiped cum from her eyes and coughed up a bit of jizz that had gone down the wrong pipe. She licked the glaze off her lips and breathed for a while, then cursed. 
"Alright, not doing that again… fuck." But she still needed to stop her passengers, so despite the cloud of lingering pain she reached back into her womb and took hold of the golden light again, this time from the top. She successfully spun away a thread of gold light, clumsily guiding it along the only logical path. The tendril of power meandered its way down the moistened folds of her pussy, pushed along by her ungainly, inexperienced will. She smiled, growing excited at the success, at the mastery of her powers as the light grew closer and closer to--!
White cum gushed out of her pussy like a thick waterfall, splashing noisily on the wagon floor as it leaked from her womb in a heavy, steady flow. Linkette blinked, hearing the splatter, before a burning crimson blush overtook her cheeks. She felt mortified! Leaking cum? Letting the precious seed flow out of her pussy? She’d never been so embarrassed in her life! Nevermind the only two witnesses were catatonic with lust, it was still anathema to her. On top of that it felt disturbingly similar to peeing, and she had an involuntary shiver as the warmth trickled out of her belly.
But… it was what she wanted. She didn’t need to look at the rapidly growing puddle of semen to know it was dense with magic power, and what’s more, she could almost smell the difference in that magic. This wasn’t Zelda’s cum, or cum empowered by Zelda's Triforce. The magic that radiated from it had nothing to do with the Princess at all: it was Linkette's. It may have physically come from Talon at the start, but it had been changed by Linkette’s body. Infused. It was hers.
…She still felt wrong letting it out though, so she worked quickly. She cupped one hand and then the other beneath her cunt, catching handfuls of the thick fluid and reaching out to smear it across Talon and Seala’s bodies. She started with Talon’s balls, then her cock, then worked outwards from there, covering most of their skin with at least a thin layer of magic glaze. All the while, she chanted under her breath and focused all her mind on one idea: “Block it out, block it out, go around, pass them by…”
In the end… it worked. She saw it in her real and her minds’ eye, saw Talon losing energy and falling back into restful sleep and sensed Zelda’s power once again flow around them rather than through and into. Linkette pulled Talon’s engorged cock out of Seala’s pussy and aimed it up, shifting the muscular rancher’s body with effort, and watched for a while as her orgasm continued with less and less strength. Her balls gradually dwindled down back to more natural sizes, and the flow of cum tapered to an end.
Linkette staunched the flow of cum from her own body, neon blush only fading once she had. She gently rubbed her gravid, sloshing womb, protective and fond of it even after all the trouble and delay it had caused her. She couldn’t say why, she had no reason to love or horde the semen filling her, yet she did. It was just in her nature to yearn for it, and hold it jealously inside herself.
Linkette returned to her seat at the head of the wagon, gently snapping the reins to spur Epona faster. The horse had taken the opportunity to slow down and relax, but she obediently came back up to speed at Linkette’s direction.
 
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That episode of excitement ended, and the next several hours were dull, tedious travel. She practiced her ocarina for most of it, occasionally checking over her shoulder that the passengers were still safe under their cummy ward, and blankly taking in the uniform scenery. It was so similar to her first day out of Kokiri woods; the gentle rolling hills and sparse trees an ever-present companion, this time with the addition of humid stench and white waves sloshing behind the wagon wheels. In time Linkette’s belly at last shrunk back to its natural flat, smooth state, and her balls ached with their new growth. They were solidly past grapefruit now, and approaching the territory of coconuts.
There was something new in the landscape though, after the third hour. Linkette had seen it from a ways off and noticed it immediately, curious over the large… thing. It looked like a large brown dome sticking out of the cum and ground like an egg that had been stretched out, but with broad floppy leaves growing from its crown. Eager for anything to break the monotony, Linkette nudged Epona to drift closer towards the plant-thing so she could get a better look as they passed.
That was an enormous mistake.
It pulsed grotesquely while the wagon was still a hundred yards away, vines running along its surface undulating like veins. Either the sound of sloshing cum or the jangle of the reigns alerted it to their approach, waking it.
The white fluid around its base began to swirl violently and it leapt out of the ground in an explosive burst of motion that sent cum flying in all directions. Linkette and Epona both screamed in terror as twirling, gleaming blades appeared and spun around the plant creature’s base, having been hidden beneath the flood. The blades spun with violent speed that sliced the air and made a terrifying chopping noise all while keeping it afloat, making it fly through the air in a massive lumbering lurch.
Linkette twisted the reins, desperately guiding Epona into a sharp turn and full gallop away. The horse was too eager to comply but it was too late, the plant monster was awake and it moved fast once brought up to speed. It closed the distance in a minute, tilting forward with those twirling blades aimed to dice the wagon to pieces. A desperate jerk swerved the wagon out of the way at the last moment and the lumbering monster sped past with a whoosh of displaced air, its momentum carrying it far past them, but it banked wide and came speeding back for another pass.
There was no avoiding it this time. Linkette leapt from her seat and pulled the sword Zelda gave her from her back, jumping to the side of the wagon the monster rushed towards. 
She was terrified and far out of her depth; this thing couldn’t be seduced! There was no cock for her to milk, or tits she could swell with cream to immobilize it! None of her experience could save her now, none of what she knew her Triforce was capable of would help! 
But Talon and Seala were in that wagon, and Hyrule itself was depending on her, and she had a sword, so there was nothing to do but fight. The monster was twice her size and seemed many times her mass and it raced towards her with a thunderous, chopping boom in the air. She roared in defiance and raised the blade, grabbing both hilt and blade in her two hands and thrusting the metal into the swinging, rigid rotors.
The force of the impact was tremendous. Linkette was violently battered aside, thrown sideways clear off the wagon by a dozen feet. She skipped across the viscous surface of Zelda’s cum once before sinking in with a huge splash, somehow managing both to keep hold of her sword and not slice herself to ribbons with it. Linkette floundered, barely able to feel her arms and struggling to get her feet under her through the thick, sucking muck of semen. Instantly the spooge blanketing the land began to invade her pussy, and she felt her balls begin to swell without delay.
She broke the surface with a gasp and flailed before getting to her feet. The flood was waist-deep where she stood and she was blinded in one eye by the cum plastered over half her face from the impact, but she saw the monster turning again in the distance. It seemed her block had at least managed to deflect the creature away from the wagon somewhat; it was still intact, Epona fleeing in panic with it still in tow.
The monster focused on Linkette, to both her terror and relief. It came charging at her again and, with no cart to defend this time, she dove out of the way. The white flood slowed her movement, but her outstretched arms cut through the surface and her kicking feet impelled her forward, swimming through the semen and barely keeping out of harm’s way. When she surfaced again the beast was already on her, having moved slower before and bearing less momentum to fight while turning. She swung up, slapping her sword into the underside of the twirling wood-like blades, barely managing to shove the monster aside while simultaneously using its weight to throw herself back beneath the surface.
She rolled through the sludge and came back up on her feet, flinging herself backwards while plucking at the golden vortex in her womb with her will. Energy flew out from her body, slapping the cum from her skin and eye while shoving away a huge swath of the waist-deep fluid in a circular wave. It would come racing back again soon, but for a few moments she was free down to her ankles.
She sprinted for the monster with her newfound mobility, screaming a battle cry as she jumped as high as her legs would carry her. She barely cleared the spinning blades, actually losing a sliver of her boot from its razor edge, and landed on the beast with her sword stabbing down in a reversed grip.
The monster screamed, a high pitch and painful noise, and began wildly flying about to throw her off but it was not built for rapid or jerky movements. Linkette easily kept her grip, wrapping one of the pulsing vein-vines around her hand while she stabbed and slashed in her own wild, violent flailing. In under a minute she must have hit something vital, as one last whimpering scream was all the plant-monster had to offer before crashing into the flooded field with an enormous splash. By luck it landed with Linkette on top instead of beneath it and she spent nearly a minute getting her breath under control.
Linkette took stock, searching for and finding Epona and the wagon not too far away. She put her fingers to her lips like Malon had taught her--grimacing at the bitter green sap coating them--and whistled for the horse. She then sat her bare ass down on the soft-yet-woody surface of the beast and sighed.
She felt her balls resting there too. She looked down at them, paused at the sight… and began to swear furiously. “Gods-damned pigshit fuck! Those are not coconuts anymore!”
Her time mired in the White Flood had taken its toll on her body. Her testicles were huge now. Well, they always had been, but they were getting even more absurd. Each fat, round nut was definitely on par with a small watermelon now!
She stabbed the plant-monster again just to vent her frustrations, but there was nothing she could do. Nothing short of turning back around for Castle Town and face-fucking Zelda again, but that would waste every bit of her time so far, and they did not have time to spare!
Her mood was not improved by Epona, who came at Linkette’s call but grew skittish when she drew near the dead monster. Several minutes of increasingly frustrated coaxing resulted in Epona refusing to get closer than twenty feet, meaning Linkette had to wade through the flood again, gaining yet another extra bit of mass in her balls for the brief journey. Swearing and grumbling, Linkette checked that Talon and Seala were still safe, uncorked a bottle of Malon-milk for comfort food, and snapped the reins to get them moving again.
That was not the last time she saw one of those creatures, but it was the last time she fought one. The others she spotted a long ways off and gave a wide berth to, easily bypassing them all without incident. After all that, she appreciated the luxury of boredom.
 
#
 
She had to stop for the night eventually, Epona sleeping while still strapped to the cart and Linkette cuddling in the back of the cart with Talon and Seala for warmth… after applying a fresh coat of warding magic-cum on them. She didn’t want to wake up to an over-inflated womb in the morning, stranding them out here. In the morning she broke her fast with a bottle of Malon’s milk, but was then stuck when confronted with the problem of feeding her passengers.
Her first attempt, gingerly tilting the milk bottle to their lips, ended in failure and Talon in an unconscious coughing fit. Linkette sat facing backwards on the wagon’s bench as Epona sloshed her way forward at a leisurely pace, thinking hard.
Her ears perked when she had an idea, and a lustful smile spread over her lips.
She hopped into the back of the wagon and knelt next to Seala, lifting her up with some difficulty as her cum-slicked body wanted to slip out of her hands. Both girls were limp and idle, no longer fucking since Linkette placed her ward on them. With a grunt of effort she positioned Seala’s head next to Talon’s enormous breast and gently teased her lips with Talon’s fat nipple, until the younger girl at last latched on and began to suckle. Immediately Linkette saw a dribble of milk escape her mouth as she drank down the steady flow.
Next, Linkette cupped both hands beneath the massive weight of Talon’s other breast and heaved it upward, until Talon’s nipple brushed temptingly against her own lips. The rural milf’s tongue peaked out to flick across the puffy pink numb before her mouth opened wider and latched on.
Linkette squeezed the soft mass in her hands, dick throbbing hard between her bent knees and eyes staring intensely at Talon feeding herself. She swallowed, forcing down her desire, and guided Talon’s own hand up to her breast. Slowly withdrawing her own hand, Talon unconsciously took up support of her heavy milk tanks and soon both Hylians were suckling away on a nourishing meal of milk.
On first glance, this may have seemed like a foolish plan by Linkette. Sure, Seala would be fed, but what good would Talon’s milk do for Talon? She would waste away as all her nourishment was siphoned off by Seala, slowly but surely over the coming days.
Which is why, when both girls’ stomachs were bloated with milk and Talon’s breasts neared empty, Linkette reached out and flexed her desire.
Talon’s nearly-torso-sized breasts swelled as milk inflated them, refilling the jiggling milk jugs with potent cream. Linkette felt the energy leaving her womb and flowing into Talon’s body, transforming into milk in the process. She smiled, watching the sleeping women suckle away at what was now, in essence, Linkette’s milk.
“No wonder Malon and Talon love their jobs so much… it feels good to feed people!”
With a stupid grin on her face Linkette climbed back onto the wagon bench and urged Epona out of her slow, lazy pace. The next few hours passed without incident, until a flash of color caught her attention on the horizon: Green.
Linkette’s eyes widened when she realized what that meant. She snapped the reins and urged Epona faster; the seemingly infinite pool of cum blanketing the landscape slowly dwindled, more and more of the horse’s legs becoming visible as the level receded. At long, long last, the wagon stopped at the top of a hill and Linkette looked down into a valley of swaying green grass.
Streams of cum wound its way through it flowing from the high planes to the low valley, but she could see the grass, for the first time since leaving Castle Town! She followed the currents with her eyes until spotting a long, wide line in the landscape where Zelda’s semen flowed at a noticeable pace south, back the way Linkette had come. The river! That’s what she needed to follow to reach Zora’s Domain! Linkette’s smile beamed as she looked north, at Death Mountain looming so much closer, dominating the horizon to the northeast.
She urged Epona on, down the hill and towards the river. She continued to survey the landscape as she rode. Her smile faltered when she spotted something on the far side of the river.
“...Smoke? Why is there smoke over there…?” She squinted, straining her eyes at the distance. Up in the rocky hills on the other side of the river, that was… hey, that was a gate! Though, not nearly as grand as the one at Castle Town. And just visible on the other side, thanks to her vantage on the hill?
A town.
#
It took some time to find the bridge, swamped as it was by the cum flooding the river, but the surface was only a few inches beneath the white fluid and crossing proved no trouble. Epona clopped her way up the hill toward the town gate with wagon in tow. 
The gate was open, so Linkette urged the horse in. She looked around, eyes bright with curiosity; this was the third settlement she'd ever seen, and it was just as unique as Castle Town and Kokiri forest. Instead of tall buildings of regal stone, or living homes shaped from growing trees, this place was built wide and dense. Most buildings were made of wood, some from brick or plaster, and from the gate Linkette could only see one or two that were taller than two stories.
The houses and shops were built close together, and many were even nested up the sides of the canyon walls that enclosed the town! She stared up in wonder at the most extreme example, a house anchored to the rock and supported by stilts high, high up the cliff, with no access except a single ladder. 
The wagon creaked and rattled down the dusty central road, deeper into the town. Linkette lowered her eyes back to street level, peering at the rows of houses, all shut up and lifeless. It was eerie how quiet it all was, though less creepy than the thousands of Hylians lying catatonic in Castle Town's streets. Was the whole town empty? Where had everyone gone?
Wait. There's smoke coming out of some of these chimneys. Doesn't that mean…?
Linkette stopped the wagon and dismounted, walking towards the nearest such house. Before she crossed half the distance, she froze in surprise at the small head of a Kokiri peeking out from a window! It's eyes widened when Linkette spotted it and darted out of sight. Linkette, mouth agape, took a step closer. 
A figure leapt at her from a neighboring roof, a sword flashing from its scabbard. Linkette threw herself into a roll, avoiding the slash and coming up kneeling with her own sword drawn. The clothing was dark and baggy, hiding the attacker's figure, and their face was covered by a mask that left only the eyes visible. Linkette couldn't tell if they were Hylian or Gerudo, and she didn't have time to appraise or ask: the attacker dashed forward and sliced, her blade only barely deflected by Linkette's, but Linkette was slower to recover. Her short sword was left out of position by her clumsy amateur block, leaving an opening for the enemy to stab towards Linkette's unprotected thigh. 
Linkette pivoted her hips, swinging her indestructible cock. The blade struck rigid flesh and, like the Gerudo in Zelda's palace, the enemy's sword shattered on impact. The masked enemy's eyes bulged in shock and Linkette took the advantage; she pooled golden power into her hand and shoved the enemy's chest. 
The masked woman went flying backwards, tumbling head over heels, and her breasts began to swell before she even came to a stop. She gained cup sizes by the second, her baggy shirt quickly growing tight, then strained, then exploding as her breasts inflated to inhuman sizes that dwarfed her torso and kept growing. The disarmed Hylian--her breasts were too pale to be a Gerudo--lost momentum as she gained mass, and in short order was pinned with her back to the ground by full, wobbling tits that covered her from waist to collar. 
"What-what sorcery is this?!" the immobilized boobs demanded. Her voice was… strange, unlike anything Linkette had ever heard, all scratchy and warbly. 
Linkette stood, gripping her sword, and edged around the bulbous breasts to stand over the Hylian's head. Her uncovered eyes glared up at Linkette, but frequently darted toward Linkette's exposed crotch and the enormous melon-sized balls, arm-sized cock, and impossibly alluring pussy that were all fully visible from below.
“What are you waiting for you devil, finish the job!” the emboobed Hylian demanded. “You won’t hear me beg!”
Linkette frowned and, wary of any surprise attacks or tricks, kneeled down beside her head. The masked Hylian’s eyes bulged as Linkette’s massive meat hovered inches over her face, bobbing from its root in Linkette’s crotch. Linkette held her sword away in one hand while the other reached down, gripped the full-head mask at the top, and yanked it away.
“Aaaaah!” Linkette screamed, leaping away from the wrinkled, spotted face revealed. “What are you?!”
The immobilized woman scowled even deeper, sputtering in outrage. “I-- You--! How dare you, insolent brat! Show some respect to your elders! If it weren’t for your degenerate magic, I’d have gut you like a fish!”
“What the fuck is an elder?! Wait, like, older? Are you…”
The door to the house she had been approaching slammed open. Linkette whipped her sword up into an unpracticed ready position, but then froze at the sight of the kokiri from earlier racing out the door with another hunched, wrinkled creature calling after it. The kokiri raced towards the immobilized “elder” and planted her feet between her and Linkette.
“Leave Grandma alone you--you big-balled meanie!”
Linkette sucked in a breath. That stung deeply despite the immaturity, calling back years of taunts from the forest children. But even as she was stunned by the little one’s all-too-familiar words, Linkette’s mind picked up clues and processed ideas. As she stood there, dick bobbing and sword drooping, she looked at the little girl and realized… her ears were pointed. Her dress was white, not green, and there was no fairy here. She was… a Hylian. A child.
There were others, poking their heads out of doors or peering through windows. Children, and elders. Hundreds of them. Thousands, up and down the long canyon road, packed into houses together. Linkette floundered, mouth opening and closing without sound.
“You’re… the young and the… old?”
The immobilized woman continued to glare thunder. “What else would we bloody be, you cock-brained idiot! Have ye never seen a child before?!”
Linkette’s eye twitched. “I’ve never seen the old before. Are you all this bitter and mean?”
The old woman paused beneath her inflated breasts--which looked far nicer than they should compared to the rest of her body--while the young girl continued to stare up at Linkette with tiny fists raised. “You… what? No-- don't attempt to deceive me, devil! Among the fertile, only those vile Gerudo can move freely through this air!" 
Linkette's brows furrowed in annoyance. "Look lady, I know I have a lot more dick than a normal Hylian, but I've still only got one." She grasped the trunk of her cock in one hand, her fingers barely wrapping halfway around its girth. 
The old woman hesitated, eying that single enormous appendage, but visibly hardened her heart and scoffed. "Who am I to know what degenerate magics and obscene transformations you subject yourselves to?!" 
Linkette paused as she studied the alien looks of the elderly Hylians peeking out of hiding. That wrinkled old warrior had called her body obscene. The size of her dick, her balls, degenerate. Linkette didn't care about the insult to herself, lingering trauma aside. No, there was something far more serious, far less forgivable in those words… 
From her place on the ground, the old Sheikah guardian saw the mysterious girl above her halt as she slowly scanned the hiding crowds. Her head turned with a deliberate care downwards, and as her face fell into shadow it became illuminated by a strengthening glow from her own eyes. Vibrant sapphire irises paled as their color was leached out and overpowered by the intense and malicious golden rings that encircled each, and as the blonde girl's cold glare burrowed into her the guardian felt true, genuine fear seize her heart for the first time in decades. 
"Are you saying that my Zelda's beautiful cock is obscene?" 
Linkette was so taken by passion and anger that the line was crossed and her voice became passionless, coldly waiting for the woman's damning answer. The child between them stumbled away, falling backwards into the body-sized breasts of her grandmother. If the Guardian could move she would have fled, but trapped as she was even her voice failed to rise. 
She was rescued by another elder stepping from their house and calling, "Wait!" Linkette's eyes snapped up to her, and the… remarkably fit old woman faltered for only a moment when that golden glare settled on her. Despite the gray hair and wrinkled face, this newcomer was tall and sturdy with muscles similar to Talon's recently enhanced figure. 
"I am Tesheb of the Sheikah, former servant of the royal family. As Impa guards the Princess Zelda, I once defended her aunt and predecessor, the former Bearer of the Triforce. I can see that your magic and hers are the same, so tell me; are you one of Zelda's Matrons, who use her divine magic and serve her will?"
The intense glow in Linkette's eyes faded as the Sheikah spoke. After a weighted silence that followed, the light winked out entirely as the blue returned to her eyes and Linkette sighed, sliding her sword back in its sheath.
"No. The Matrons have been taken by the Gerudo, they cannot help us. I am on a mission from Zelda; I must find the Zora and have them purify the river."
Tesheb was stunned. "The Matrons have been taken?! How is this possible?!" 
Linkette hung her head. "It's possible because… we screwed up. No, we fucked up, Zelda and I." She turned towards the entrance of the village, where the cum flooded Hyrule Field was just visible past the canyon walls. Her hand waved towards it. "We made a crisis, we put every Hylian in the city into a lust coma, and the Gerudo used it."
Tesheb fell to her knees, reeling not only with these revelations, but with the even greater truth implied by them. "You… are you truly?" And then she bowed with her head in the dust, declaring: "Praise to you, Avatar of Farore! Kakariko Village is at your service!" 
Susurrations rolled through the houses of the village, gasps and cries of shock and delight. The people, young and old, came flooding out of their shelters to stare in awe and prostrate themselves, children following the example of their elders. Linkette stood over them all, stunned by their worship, lost for what to say. Baffled by their joy for a stranger, how they ignored her dire news, and most of all how they could blindly love someone who had made such terrible mistakes as she had. 
#
While the guardian's breasts emptied gallons upon gallons of milk into buckets outside, Linkette sat in Tesheb's home and they spoke, learning from each other. Tesheb heard the story of Linkette's life and journey to Castle Town, while Linkette learned more about the ways of her people. 
The Festival of Union was a celebration in which every fertile and virile Hylian made the pilgrimage to Castle Town, but a city-wide religious orgy was no place for children; those who were too young for sex stayed behind in their villages and towns with those who whose "wombs had closed and wells had dried" to watch them, and for them it was a holiday of play and laughter and embracing the innocence of childhood. But for those who already lived in Castle Town, they made the journey here: to Kakariko Village, the ancestral home of the Sheikah and Hyrule's second largest settlement. In truth, it was more of a small city than a village.
"So, how are you all still awake?" Linkette asked, sipping from the steaming tea Tesheb had offered her. "Everyone in Castle Town is completely immobilized. Well, except Talon, somehow…" 
Tesheb nodded sagely, glancing out the window at the cart Talon and Seala still lay in. "Ah, yes, the Lon Lon folk have always had a particularly strong affinity for Nayru. It is not surprising she would so readily absorb such abundant energy of her goddess. As for us? Heh heh… it's quite simple. The lust aura of a Triforce cannot affect those who cannot grow lustful. We're old, here. We've had our decades of debauchery, we've sired and birthed many children. Now, our time for such things has passed. Likewise with the children, whose time has not yet come; they hardly notice it, beyond the smell."
Linkette boggled at her. "That's incredible… it really doesn't affect you at all? Even I could hardly control myself the first few times I smelled it."
Tesheb pursed her lips. "Yes… mostly. Horny or not, it is still intoxicating to be immersed in that air for too long, which is why we stay locked in our homes much of the day. So much blinding power, such potent pheromones clogging the air… it makes one delirious after too long." She thought for a moment, then grimaced. "The most challenging aspect has been the teenagers."
Linkette raised a quizzical eyebrow, so Tesheb continued. "The young Hylians who are physically old enough for sex, but have not yet reached the appropriate age for it. They are the most strongly affected of all; we have them gathered all together in our town hall, warded by the most powerful purification barriers we can manage, and still they fall into frequent fits of lust. We must watch them constantly, and often restrain them so they do not break their chastity before the Goddesses."
Linkette leaned back in her seat, tapping her chin in thought. "I… might be able to help with that…" She was silent for a short while, contemplating. Then she looked up and asked "And the Gerudo? You said they've attacked you. What do you know about them? How can they function without cumming themselves unconscious?" 
Tesheb shook her head. "I don't know. No Gerudo has ever come within fifty miles of the Bearer of Vitality, in all the millennia of Hyrule's deep history. Are they normally susceptible, but now warded? Protected, by some powerful spirit or secret archmage? Perhaps they're naturally immune, being birthed by a different goddess. It's impossible for me to know."
Linkette paused, trying to process that. "What do you mean? Different goddess?"
Tesheb blinked. "They… were made by a different goddess, at the world's birth. By Din?" Linkette's stare was blank. "Din? Golden Goddess of Dominion? The Ruby Tyrant?" Still, no reaction. "... Girl, you know there are more than two gods don't you?" 
Linkette's jaw dropped. 
"How do you not know that, child?!" 
Linkette leapt to her feet, her tits, cock and balls all lurching up and slamming down heavily with the motion. "I grew up in a forest! And you Hylians only ever talk about those two! Uh, 'us two?' Fuck, that's so confusing… Are you telling me there's more gods than just Farore and Nayru?" 
"Yes, dozens more! Though the Golden Triumvirate are the three greatest among them, there are gods of wind and storm, love and war, humans, horses, water, earth… by the gods girl, did no one in Castle Town teach you basic theology when they discovered the living embodiment of our mother goddess?"
"...Um… they taught me I can cum in Zelda…?"
Tesheb sighed.