you bring them to your room for an orgy
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You turn toward the laboratory exit, gesturing casually over your shoulder. "Follow me."
All twelve Zeldas immediately step into formation behind you, their hands still working rhythmically between their legs. Their plugs make soft wet sounds as they walk.
"You know," you observe conversationally as you reach the doorway, "you're all still fucking yourselves."
Twelve hands freeze simultaneously.
Commander's eyes go wide with sudden horrified awareness. Her face flushes brilliant crimson as she yanks her hand away from the plug buried in her ass. "Oh Goddesses, I—we were—"
"During the entire introduction," you confirm, grinning broadly.
Melody covers her face with both hands, her cheeks burning. "I can't believe I just—while explaining Chateau Romani production—"
Sky stammers incoherently, her plug still visible between her ass cheeks as she squirms in mortification. Four splits into four separate bodies instinctively, and all four blush identically.
Twilight stares at her own hand like it betrayed her. Time's dignified composure shatters completely. Wind's face matches her name's color spectrum. Mirror, Echo, Classic, and Wild all display varying degrees of flustered embarrassment.
You laugh genuinely, the sound echoing through the corridor as you resume walking. "The programming worked perfectly. You literally couldn't stop yourselves."
"That's..." Commander trails off, still blushing furiously but falling into step behind you. "That's incredibly embarrassing, Mistress."
"You'll get used to it," you assure her. "Now, operational assignment. You twelve will function as a special operations unit under Fleet Admiral Gion's direct command. Elite strike force for high-value targets requiring combined magical and martial capabilities."
Commander's military bearing reasserts itself despite her lingering blush. "Understood. We coordinate as sister-warriors under Admiral Gion's tactical authority."
"Exactly," you confirm as you approach your quarters. "Gion will brief you on deployment protocols after this."
The doors to your bedroom slide open. You step inside, your cock already hardening in anticipation.
Twelve legendary princesses follow you into the room. Their embarrassment fades rapidly, replaced by heated anticipation as their programming fully engages. Commander begins removing her scandalous white dress. Melody's hands move to her enormous breasts. Sky's wings flutter nervously.
All twelve Zeldas converge on you as the orgy begins.