[Corruption, Tribalization, Musk]

"Oh, where has that cow gone? We're not going to make our quota if it doesn't come home..."

Cremia muttered to herself as she wandered further and further south from her family's Ranch, a sigh leaving her lips. She had promised Romani that she was going to listen to her play the Ocarina today, because she had been very insistent on showing her just how good she had gotten. But if the Cows weren't at the Ranch, then the responsibility fell on her to fix the problems.

Though she didn't like that it brought her towards the Southern Swamp. She had heard that the swampy area that housed the Dekus had gotten worse lately. As if there was something making the Swamp even more dangerous than she could've ever imagined. That's what the rumors said at least, and she wasn't the type to try and see if things were true without prompting it. So this was the first time she would see the state of the Swamp with her very own eyes...

And yes. The rumors were true. The Southern Swamp looked like it was covered in poison. That's what all that purple gunk in the swamp was, wasn't it? Poison that was guaranteed to hurt a lot if she were to touch it.

"Heavens above, what a stench..." Cremia said as she covered up her face, the scent given off by the swamp almost caused the hairs in her nose to catch on fire from how intense it was. She could feel her body trembling the closer she got to the swampwater, setting off more and more alarms inside her head...

Unfortunately, it's not like she had a choice in the matter. She could see the cow she was chasing after, and it was on the other side of the swamp. There didn't seem to be a way across aside from simply going through the waist-high water...

"You can do this, Cremia." The rancher said to herself as she amped herself up. She just had to make it across, and then herd the cow back onto this side. Even if it hurt to step into the extra pungent swampwater, she could handle it. It wouldn't take long at all.

Cremia closed her eyes and carefully sank one foot into the water, grimacing as she felt all sorts of prickly sensations creep their way up her leg. Sensations that just kept on crawling quicker and quicker up her limb, as she struggled to sink all the way inside...

It wasn't just that it felt like a bunch of needles were poking away at her body. It also felt like it was trying to sear away at her, like she had left a piece of meat on the open flame. But she had to endure. The pain was temporary. She needed to get to the cow, so she could make sure that she and Romani got to keep on living the life that they both loved.

Cremia kept on drawing long breaths as she sank all the way into the extra thick swampwater, despite the different painful sensations running through her as she did.  The way she breathed was to ensure that she didn't inhale too many fumes at the same time, since she didn't want to taste the foul water either...

It was tough, wading through the thick swampwater. The water was much closer in consistency to something like Mud, while being way more pungent. And unfortunately for Cremia, she needed to use all of her effort on wading, so she couldn't really focus on keeping her face covered up...

Bit by bit, she was making it across the Southern Swamp. Her goal getting closer and closer, despite the pain running through her. Despite the fact that she was subjecting herself to this inhumane torture, she was getting closer. If she could just make it to the cow, then she would be able to ride it across. If it had gotten here, then...

Suddenly, the cow vanished. It was like it had never been there... And naturally, Cremia felt a tinge of panic running down her spine. How could it just vanish? Had she been seeing things? Or... Or was this caused by the swampwater she was wading through? Was all this pain causing her to have trouble seeing things in front of her..?

Cremia panted and gasped, causing her to breathe in more and more of those foul fumes. All thanks to the sudden rush of panic going through her. She didn't want to believe that she had wandered into the swamp merely because she thought she had seen the cow, and yet...

And... Yet..?

For a moment, Cremia's eyes grew unfocused. All while the sound of swampy water rushing into her started to echo out through her ears. It was like something clicked inside her mind. And the pain that had been going through her... Vanished..?

But... Why was it gone? More importantly, what was it exactly that she was doing..? It's like there was this important task that she was supposed to carry out, something that was instrumental to her continued existence. And yet she just couldn't recall it...

"What... What am I doing..?" Cremia muttered to herself as she gazed into the swampwater below, trying to make out her reflection in the extra foggy water. She needed to try and gather her thoughts. Even if they were incredibly scattered...

But all that she could see in the water was a masked face. A masked... being... No, no, this wasn't a simple being. Her heart could tell that it was something much more than that...

Cremia's heart started rapidly beating, like it was drumming along to a tribal song. All while her skin started to tan thanks to the corrosive properties of the swampwater she was dunked in. All while several tribal tattoos started to wrap their way around her body, looking like they had been part of her for far longer than they really had...

Not only that, but the red-headed girl felt much stronger than before. Of course she felt strong. The Southern Swamp Tribe was strong! Strong, for the sake of their Lord! Their great lord!

A new determined look flooded its way into Cremia's eyes as she felt the muscles on her body growing more and more pronounced. Making her look less like a sweet and caring rancher, as she had a whole new purpose. One that her Lord had been generous enough to grace her with. Ah, just thinking of serving her lord... Serving the great Forest God himself, was setting her off..!

"Odolwa! Odolwa! ODOLWA!"

The more that Cremia chanted, the more the Forest God's influence solidified itself within her. Strengthening her, like his warriors were meant to be. Tanning her, because she was a tribal that belonged to him and him alone... And most importantly, burning away anything that could identify her as human, leaving her completely naked as she remained within the swampy waters of his domain...

And her gift for her loyalty towards the great Forest God was twofold. The first, was the mind-shattering climax that smashed its way through her heart as she chanted his name. Her juices bubbling through the thick waters below, causing her to end up on her knees as she very nearly submerged completely in the process..

And the second, was the smell that now clung to her. The musk of the Forest God was clinging to her, wrapping around her and keeping her safe. This was Odolwa's blessing to all of his warriors. They would carry his scent, and with it they would spread his influence. Soon, the Southern Swamp would not be the only locale filled with his poisonous power...

Yes... As one of Lord Odolwa's proud warriors, she had to follow his orders. And convert all of Termina into a world of worship.

"Odolwa! Odolwa!"

Her worshiping cries echoed out, as Cremia forgot everything about her past. Solely devoted to her Forest God, and his mission...

---

The green-clad Hero could feel a slight pang of tension rush through him as he approached the Southern Swamp for the third time. Something was different this time around. He could tell.

Link had been cursed, leading to him ending up in Termina. Leading to him being stuck in a temporal cycle that lasted three days. Three days that had passed by three times already. First as he tried to gather his bearings while stuck as a Deku Sprout, and then twice more as he gradually began to understand his mission...

Yet as he approached the Southern Swamp for the third time, he couldn't help but feel as if the domain had grown stronger since he cleared it out the first time. Odolwa had been felled by his blade twice over, yet the Song of Time meant that he had to redo what he had done over again. But this time, it felt like he would have a much more difficult challenge ahead of him...

And it was all because of the swamp in front of him. Even though he had been through the Southern Swamp before, that didn't mean that he had grown used to the smells. And while he was able to deftly bounce across the surface while using the Deku Mask, allowing him to ignore the fumes and the odors given off by the Swamp... Ignoring it just made it seem like it could grow worse if he looped again.

Link drew his sword from its holster, all while trying to gaze into the swamp. It could be that Odolwa had sent out a corruptive influence this time, since every loop was slightly different. Especially once he started getting involved. Maybe he had sent out precautions to try and stop the small hero from getting through...

"Odolwa!"

The blonde youth quickly slashed at the air as a spear was thrown his way, letting him deflect the projectile. All while a strangely familiar tanned creature emerged from the swampy waters...

No, that wasn't a creature. And the familiarity struck Link as if he had just been rolled over by a Goron. That was Cremia, the nice rancher from Romani Ranch! What was she doing here!? As far as he could tell based on the last two loops, she stuck to the ranch until it was time to deliver the milk!

"Trespasser! Trespasser! Odolwa wills it! Strike you down!" The converted Cremia cried out as she fished out another foul looking spear from underneath the surface of the Swamp, rearing her arm back to throw it at Link. She didn't recognize him, naturally. Just seeing him as another enemy..!

Link swung his blade once again, deflecting the projectile before it got close enough to cause any trouble. Yet if she remained inside the swamp, there's not much that he could do to try and fix her. All he could do was...

That's it. He had a song that would work. He had tried to use it on somebody cursed by the Gibdo, why shouldn't it work here? He just had to pull out his Ocarina and play the Song of Healing...

After slashing another spear out of the way of his head, Link pulled out his Ocarina. And he started playing the notes to the Song of Healing...

Started, being the operative word. Because before he made it halfway through the notes, the scent of the swamp hit him. It was so much stronger than before. But he wasn't close enough, so why...

It was then that Link gazed at his tunic, and realized that by slashing away at those wet spears... He had splashed the swampwater onto him. Causing him to stagger back and forth, as a powerful and potent heat started to fill him...

"Odolwa! Odolwa!" Cremia chanted like the tribal warrior she had become, quickly walking through the swampwater to get to the young boy. All so she could pull him into the swamp, so that he too could be converted. He was a strong boy. He would make a strong warrior! "Blessed Forest God Odolwa! I captured another!"

Link was having trouble hearing what Cremia was saying, because of the intense smell rushing through him. He could barely even keep his eyes open due to the way the smell was affecting him. Was it because of his younger body? Or was it simply because he had let his guard down, and thus wasn't prepared at all?

He didn't know. Nor did he have the ability to know, as the swamp water gradually started to burn away at his tunic. Especially as more and more of it covered him thanks to his body being mostly submerged, and...

And because of Cremia. Her tanned and wet tribal body was being forced up against him. Causing him to get an even stronger dose of that overwhelming scent. A scent that made his eyes practically roll into the back of his head from how overpowering it was. He wanted to ignore it. He wanted to do something to keep his strength up in the face of a corrupted friend...

But all he could do was drop the Ocarina into the swampy water below, as his body started to tan in the exact same way that Cremia had. All while a voice started to speak into the back of his mind. A powerful, domineering voice. One that he had previously ignored...

It was Lord Odolwa's voice. And Link could still not understand him. But that didn't matter. Lord Odolwa was speaking to him. And that meant... That... What did that mean..?

He did not know. Nor did he need to know. A Warrior of the Tribe only needed to listen and nod along. Lord Odolwa would tell them what to do, even if they did not understand. Their bodies did, and that was what mattered...

"Odol...wa..!" Link cried out, breaking his silence thanks to the influence of the Forest God. His body tensed up as muscle started to grow on his form. Such a young body, growing so strong. Looking much more like a warrior-to-be than a Hero. Especially thanks to all of the tribal markings that covered up his body.

"Odolwa!" Cremia cried out in turn, slamming a fist against her chest. She had done it. She had managed to convert yet another one to Lord Odolwa's service. She was sure that he was going to be happy with her. She was sure that she was going to be graced with a reward from him...

And indeed she was. Another powerful orgasm spiking through her as she collapsed into her knees, forced down to a level where she could stare straight into the other Warrior's eyes...

Link felt a pang of jealousy as he watched the older Warrior in front of him receive Lord Odolwa's blessing. It felt like he hadn't fulfilled his purpose, if he wasn't the one that made his will come true. He was a Warrior of the tribe... He belonged to Lord Odolwa. So another Warrior being blessed meant that he wasn't as powerful. Nor as useful...

The tanned Warrior clenched his fists, the power rushing through his bulging muscles. He was ready to make up for his mistakes. He was ready to do everything for Odolwa. For Odolwa was his Lord! And his Lord meant all!

"Odolwa! Odolwa! Odolwa!"

Link chanted, just like a good warrior should. And he received the slightest of rewards, his body trembling as a pang of pleasure caused his cock to squirt into the waters below. The blessed waters of Lord Odolwa, tainted by his seed...

No! It was not tainted. It was blessed. By being blessed with a climax, his juices were given the chance to become one with Lord Odolwa's waters. That was his reward...

Emboldened by this, the newly converted Warrior grabbed hold of his fellow Warrior, who seemed to overcome her own delight as her reward came to an end...

The two of them, who had been slight friends in prior timelines, now served as allies. As kin in the Tribe. And as kin, it was up to them to work together under a single banner. For the sake of a united purpose...

"ODOLWA!"

The total conversion of this land, so that all may praise Odolwa!

---

Three days had passed. And in three short days, Termina had seen such a dramatic change. Poison sweeping across the land, consuming everything and sinking everything deeper and deeper into the world-spanning swamp...

And in the midst of it all was the former Clock Town. Now Odolwa Town, populated by the loyal members of the Tribe of Odolwa, who all served a single purpose.

"Odolwa! Odolwa! Odolwa!"

Praising their lord. Crying out his name, day in and day out, as they gathered in the middle of the town. All for the sake of making their lord's power grow...

Many of the people that Link had once encountered in his loops were gathered at his side. All praising the Lord alongside him. Whether it was the Warrior Sisters, Cremia and Romani, or the Warrior Lovers, Anju and Kafei. Even the entire Gerudo Tribe had been converted, now serving a Lord that saw the true strength that they possessed.

All of them chanted towards their Lord. Hoping that he would be the one to rise and carve the descending Moon out of the sky. The moon that was so close to Odolwa Town...

A cackle echoed across Termina. A cackle belonging to the brat that had sent the Moon descending towards the ground.

Then... Silence.

Right before metal hit stone. And the Moon was cut in twain, the pieces dissolving thanks to the sheer power of the slash that carved the moon into two.

Towering over Odolwa Town was their beloved Lord Odolwa. Empowered by their prayers. Putting an end to the ambitions of the Skull Kid and Majora's Mask...

And protecting his people, as they would spread his influence even farther in response to this. All for the sake of their great lord, the Forest God!

"Odolwa! Odolwa! Odolwa!"