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The Legend of Zelda

The Misadventures of Link

By Moranos of Valinor

Disclaimer. This story is based in whole or in part upon characters and scenarios created and owned wholly by Nintendo. I do not own these characters or scenarios, nor do I profit in any way from the dissemination of this fanfiction material.

This document contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting (mostly) individuals. Are you really reading this? If this bothers you, you probably shouldn't be viewing whatever website you found this at.

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Reviews and comments are welcome. This chapter, like all the others, has not been proof-read.
Big thanks to Genesis... our brief chat inspired me to write more. Thank you.

Chapter 19
Refuge
~ Part One ~
The Kakariko Inn grew in stature and significance during the reign of Ganondorf. The little tavern had begun to serve as a gathering place, not only for the local denizens of Kakariko, but for the refugees from Castle Town as well. Among the rafters were signs from shopkeepers displaced from the capital. Photographs were pinned up to the walls, and kitsch from the tourist shops was on every table. Not a bar, but a shrine to what had been lost, and a living museum to keep the memory alive.
The barman had quickly seen the potential in this climate. He hired a new chef from among the refugees, and had added high-class city-fare to his traditional pub menu. Fine wines and meads were scattered amongst the beer barrels in his cellar. “I will make these fine folk feel welcome in my pub,” he had said, “and the people of Kakariko will enjoy the new atmosphere as well. For we are one people, and we should welcome our displaced neighbors as family.”
And so it was, on a moderately busy evening, as Link and Saria stepped through the doors. Link was in his usual attire, but Saria had borrowed a pink dress from Impa’s house. It was tight around her chest and quite low cut, snug around the waist, but flowed outward from her shapely hips, leaving her perfectly sculpted buttocks entirely to the imagination. But it was definitely on the short side, ending a few inches above the knee. Green thigh high stockings and her usual brown boots gave her outfit a slightly rustic appearance.
Link took her by the hand as they sought out a small table in a darkened corner. Once seated, a server quietly left menus on the table as the smitten couple gazed at one another, hands clasped on the tabletop.
“I still can’t believe this is really happening,” Link said. “I’m still getting used to the idea of being suddenly so much older, but you… you’re so beautiful.”
Saria blushed. “I’m just happy that we can finally be together again… don’t forget that I waited for you for seven years. I knew… somehow I always knew that you weren’t one of us.”
“But what will happen when we complete the quest?” Link asked, not forgetting that his new girlfriend was the Forest Sage.
Saria nibbled at her lip as she thought for a moment. “Rauru says that once Ganondorf is imprisoned, the seven sages will use our power to send the hero -- that’s you,” she said, giggling, “back in time to just before your quest began. You should remember everything, and your job is to somehow warn the King of the threat. If he can be stopped, none of this,” she said with a wave of her hand, “will have ever happened.”
“What about us?” Link asked. “What about you? The other Sages and the Princess? Will this time just… stop? Will it go away?”
Saria simply shook her head. “I don’t know what… oh for fuck’s sake, don’t turn around.
“What is it?” he said, reaching for his sword and starting to wheel around in his chair.
Saria yanked on his hands to stop him. “I said don’t turn around!” she hissed. Malon and Shiek had just stepped through the door, and were looking for a place to sit down. “Your old blonde and redheaded friends, out on a date.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Link said, leaning on the table and trying to melt into it. “I really hope they don’t see us.”
The couple were headed to the other end of the establishment, where there was another small seating area through a pair of double-doors. Malon wore her usual short dress and boots, and Zelda was wearing her disguise as Shiek. But as the couple found their own darkened corner, the Shiekah removed the mask from her face. She had made herself up to appear less feminine, using some tricks she had learned during her long years in hiding. She still wore Shiek’s signature red contact lenses. In the poor light she was barely recognizable as the Princess of Hyrule. Malon giggled slightly at the sight.
“What, am I no longer pretty enough for you?” she said, smirking.
Malon shook her head and looked into Zelda’s red eyes. “Of course you are… you handsome devil, you.”
Zelda blushed. She looked around the tavern. “I’ve been here before, but the place has changed so much, and I really like it now.”
“It’s nice,” Malon said. “The people from the capital have always been welcome here, but the townsfolk have gone out of their way… But it’s also nice to finally go out with you, instead of just staying in.”
“I’m glad,” Zelda replied. “I’m glad I went to your room on that stormy night, months ago. It’s strange… even in my childhood, I’ve never been this happy. And the Prince of Darkness sits on the Throne, Castle Town is deserted, and horrible creatures roam the plains at night! But here we are, able to go out together, in spite of it all.”
“You sound almost guilty about it,” Malon teased. “Would you rather be out there, fighting?”
“No, it’s… Look, if… if things were normal, if things were as they should have been, I’d never be able to come to a place like this.”
“If things were put back to the way they should be, we might never have met,” Malon said, leaning back in her chair. Her posture was reverting to its old tomboyishness again as she folded her arms.
“True. But, it can’t be helped,” Zelda said with a shrug.
“Don’t be so sure.”
“It can’t be helped,” Zelda said, wistfully. “If we… if we win, if we send Link back in time, all of this will cease to be. Our reality will end, and a new one will take its place. We won’t know that any of this has happened.”
“Rauru told me about Saria. You know what has happened, yes?” Malon said.
Zelda shook her head. “All I knew is that she went off on some mad quest to transform herself into a grown-up Hylian so she can be with Link.”
Malon shook her head. “But in doing that she has given up a great deal of her power.”
Zelda’s brows furled. “So… even though she’s willing to help us send him back…”

Malon shrugged. “If Rauru and Darunia are correct… sending him back will split time in two. He’ll go back in time, change the past, and cause time itself to diverge. In two directions.”
Zelda’s eyes were wide with realization. “Yes… and if that happens, we’ll continue forward, but without him…”
“And you’ll be crowned High Queen of Hyrule, Chieftain of the Plainslands, Grand Mistress of the Gerudo, Lady of Lake Hylia and Guardian of the Sacred Woods.”
“Yes…” Zelda mumbled, frowning again.
“So?” Malon said.
“What?” Zelda said, confused.
“Where do I fit in?” Malon asked, bluntly.
“What do you mean?” Zelda said, cocking her head to the side.
“You know exactly what I mean,” Malon said, almost growling. “It is not in the Hylian tradition for a woman of the Royal House to take a bride. It’s not unheard of for two women, two commoners, to marry. But in the Royalty it’s just not done. The bloodline must continue.”
“Yes… well…” Zelda stammered, cornered by Malon’s determination.

Malon reached across the table and took both of Zelda’s hands in her own. “Look, love… I know I’ve already asked for one big promise from you.”
Zelda blushed again, feeling her heart beat faster with excitement. “Yes, but I was happy to make it.”
“Then make one more!” Malon said, squeezing Zelda’s hands firmly. “Promise me that we will be together.”
Zelda lifted one of Malon’s hands, and leaned forward to kiss it. She was startled to find that her face was wet. All that composure learned in the Royal court, and here she was weeping in public. “Of course, my love.”
Malon smiled, reaching up and grabbing the front of Zelda’s shirt, pulling her closer. “Don’t forget,” she purred, nose to nose with her lover, looking back and forth between Zelda’s lips and eyes. “That’s, ‘Mistress’ to you.”
~ Part Two ~
Saria breathed a huge sigh of relief as Malon and Zelda finally departed the tavern, heading upstairs to their accommodations at the inn. But she and Link were both surprised by a familiar voice.
“Well well, little Forest Sage,” said a tall ruby haired woman in a scandalously short and tight black dress.
“Anju!” Saria gasped, immediately rising to her feet to hug the woman who had made her transition possible. Link was on his feet as well, and after several hugs and slightly too-long kisses, the three sat down at the table.
Anju kept looking Saria up and down. “You look absolutely amazing!” she said, looking at Saria’s new body up close for the first time.
Saria smiled. She was growing more and more confident of her physique. “Thank you, Anju. Without your guidance, I wouldn’t have even known that this could be done.”
“Have you noticed any other… changes?” Anju asked furtively, leaning in close, brushing Saria’s forearm with her fingertips.
“Well, actually…” Saria began.
“Wait. Not here… I think we should go to my house. I’ve finished the new… basement.”
“Yes,” Link said with a grin. “Please!’
Leaving money on the table for their drinks, the threesome departed. Minutes later, they were standing in the basement of Anju’s house. Torches flickered in wall sconces, casting a warm glow on the scene. Link sat upon a very long leather sofa along one side of the room. The other side of the room had a few very interesting fixtures: a cage just large enough for a person to crawl on all fours in; a heavy St Andrews Cross; a saw horse of adjustable height with a padded top and shackles for a victim’s wrists and ankles; and a set of ropes dangling from pulleys hung from the ceiling.
Link watched as Anju removed every last piece of Saria’s clothing, and directed the girl stand facing Link. She ran her hands over every inch of Saria’s naked body, inspecting every last inch of skin and flesh. She knelt in front of the girl and sniffed deeply at her hairless crotch.
“Still no hair here?” she asked, bemused.
“Not yet,” Saria replied. “I don’t know if it will come in or not.”
“Probably not,” Anju said. “Now, be a good girl and turn around. Bend over a bit and lean on the horse so Link has a nice view.
Link felt his trousers becoming entirely too tight as Saria turned around. He watched with excitement as Anju stepped over to the shelves along the wall, and found a large wooden paddle, with holes drilled through it.
“So, Link… you’ve probably noticed that she is somewhat… more easily aroused than a normal woman.”
“Yes, I’ve noticed that,” he replied.
“What you may not have noticed is that her response to pain is… also somewhat different,” Anju explained, and then gave Saria a light, playful tap on the ass with the paddle. Saria gasped in excitement and Anju tapped her again. Her cheeks jiggled with the impact.
“Let’s see what happens as we start hitting harder,” Anju said, and pulled back to give a serious whack with the aerodynamic paddle. A loud, meaty smacking sound echoed through the room, and Saria squawked in response. Anju then reached two satin-gloved fingertips between Saria’s legs, and plunged them quite forcefully into the girl’s pussy. Saria moaned in ecstasy as Anju pulled her hand away, and tendrils of sticky secretions followed Anju’s fingertips.
“You’re already quite wet, love,” Anju said, leaning in close. She whispered in the girl’s ear, “You remember what the safewords are, don’t you, love?” Saria nodded, and Anju stepped back into and into character. “I think it’s very naughty of you to get so wet when you’ve been spanked. Don’t you think, Link?”
“Oh yes, very naughty,” Link said with a grin.
“I think it’s your turn to punish her. Here, take this,” Anju said, holding the paddle out towards him. Saria squirmed in excitement, arching her back to present herself to her partner.
Link rose to his feet, throbbing erection pressing against the inside of his trousers. He took, the paddle from Anju, but hesitated. “Wait, what am I punishing her for?”
Anju guided him into position with one arm around his shoulders, and kissed him playfully on the cheek. “I’m sure she did all sorts of naughty, unfaithful, dirty things, while you were being whisked through time. Didn’t you, little slut?”
Saria nodded, blushing deeply. “Yes, Mistress. Disgusting things.”
Anju smiled, and took Saria by the hands, forcing the girl into position on the sawhorse. She locked her hands and ankles into the cuffs, trapping her helplessly with her ass up in the air, pointed at Link.
Link looked at Anju for approval. She nodded, and he pulled back to give Saria a resounding smack with the paddle.
“AHH!” she cried out, and her voice trailed off into a moan. “Yes, Link, I’ve been soo bad…”
Link’s knuckles turned white as his grip on the handle of the paddle tightened. Anju placed a hand on his shoulder as he drew back to deliver another smack. She whispered in her ear.
“Oh, right,” he said, grinning at his mentor. Then, stepping close to Saria, he pulled her head back by the hair and met her gaze. “From now on, you will call me, ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’!” he growled at her.
As he resumed his position behind her, she craned her head to look at him. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were flushed. “Yes, Link…”
Anju nodded, and Link delivered a crushing blow to Saria’s backside. “Wrong!” he bellowed.
Saria screamed in pain. “Please, Link, you’re hurting me!” she cried. Link looked at Anju, who merely shrugged. The redhead simply mouthed, “It’s what she wants…”
Link pulled back and hit her again, noticing that the paddle was leaving a large red mark on Saria’s ass. She screamed again, and he could see tears on her face as she kept looking over her shoulder at him.
Link looked at Anju, who whispered to him. “She knows exactly how to make this stop. She can obey your commands, or she can use the safewords. Look at her pussy! She’s gushing. This is turning her on in a way that nothing else will! It’s a side effect of the transformation. Now, enjoy it, or hand her over to someone who will!”
Link nodded, and fire coursed through his veins as he began raining blows down on Saria’s ass. Each time she screamed, shouted, cried out in anguish, and grew wetter until her vaginal mucus dripped glistening down her thighs.
“Agh… Please, Master Link…” she finally croaked between gasps.
Link gave her one last playful tap on the ass, and her body quivered in excitement and pain.
“Please what, dirty whore?” he growled.
“Please… I want you in me, Sir,” she purred, moving her hips from side to side.
Link laughed, and winked at Anju. “Very well, my little pet,” he said, handing the paddle back to Anju, who stowed it back on the rack it came from. But he moved in front of her, and lowered his trousers. He pulled her head back by the hair, and brushed his cock against her face. She hungrily tried to get her lips around his member, but he kept teasing her. Anju returned from her rack with a ring gag on a leather strap.
The redheaded dominatrix brushed a satin-gloved hand along Saria’s back, up her neck, and across her cheek. She laughed dramatically. “Little whore, stop trying to control what’s happening to you. Give yourself over and submit! Here, this will help…” she said, roughly forcing the ring into Saria’s gaping mouth, and fastening the strap behind her neck.
Saria mumbled wordlessly as the ring stretched her mouth wide open. Her breath came quick and ragged as Link stepped forward and slid his cock through the ring, slowly, all the way down her throat. She fought the urge to gag as his throbbing rod began to slide in and out, and she dutifully worked her tongue against Link’s shaft.
The many sensations fascinated her. The iron shackles around her wrists and ankles, the leather padded sawhorse against her torso, the stinging ache from the flogging of her ass, Link’s huge cock plunging slowly but rhythmically into her throat, and the moisture dripping from her pussy… the raw physicality of her predicament was beyond arousing.
She felt Anju’s gloved fingertips spreading her vulva, probing her folds. She grunted nervously, almost in a panic as a new sensation assaulted her. Something had been clipped to her pussy lips… and again, and again.
Anju was clipping clothespins onto each of the green-haired girl’s vulva. Unbeknownst to Saria, Anju had threaded a length of string through the spring of each clip, which she let dangle between Saria’s legs.
Link watched in wonder, eyes half closed, as Anju stepped back to the rack of tools. Soon the older woman had stripped down to her garter belt, stockings, and red high heels. She strapped a leather harness around her hips, and attached to it a large dildo covered with knobby bumps and protrusions. She picked up a large, polished steel hook with a large ball on one end, and an eyelet with a length of rope attached on the other.
Anju smiled wickedly as she stepped up behind Saria and began to rub the ball-end of the anal hook against Saria’s absurdly wet pussy. Saria’s hips bucked at the sensation of the cold steel against her flesh, but Anju ignored her struggling. When the ball was coated with Saria’s particularly thick and sticky excretions, Anju slid the ball upwards, pressing it against the sage’s asshole.
Link held his cock firmly planted, fully deep within Saria’s mouth and throat, as Anju forced the ball into Saria’s ass. Saria’s eyes bugged as she struggled for air, and struggled against the sensation of the object being pressed into her body. But soon the hook was inside her, stretching things out from the inside, and she enjoyed the fullness. Anju only gave her a mere moment to relish the sensation before she threaded the rope attached to the hook through the collar securing Saria’s gag. Now, as Link began to thrust again, the motion of Saria’s head and mouth were transmitted to her ass.
Saria was on the very edge of lucidity, body and mind assaulted by more sensations than her brain could handle. But again, Anju gave her no time to adapt, and the redhead yanked on the dangling string.
Saria saw stars as the clothespins were torn from her, and Link pulled out of her mouth just long enough to let her relieve herself of a bloodcurdling scream.
Again, Anju gave Saria little time to adjust, and almost immediately she inserted her strapon into Saria’s throbbing pussy. Saria bucked wildly, and her restraints creaked and clanked as her body shook. Both Anju and Link were thrusting brutally. A stream of thick saliva hung from Saria’s chin, and Anju’s strapon glistened with the girl’s fluids on it.
Link could feel his orgasm growing near, and he slowed his pace. Anju, ever observant, pulled away, and beckoned him to join her behind Saria. “I think she’s close, too. You should do the honors…”
Link mounted Saria like a wild animal, gripping her waist roughly as he slammed himself into her body. Anju released Saria from the ring gag, and was surprised to hear actual words coming from her mouth.
“Yes, yes, fuck, yes, Master, please, Sir, harder! Oh! OH! FUCK!”
Saria’s cries of bliss drove Link over the edge, and the heat of orgam took him. He squirted his load deep inside her, never slowing his pace, brutally stabbing her with his manhood. His hips forced the anal hook to move and grind deep in Saria’s ass, and soon she was blubbering and shaking in sensational bliss.
Saria collapsed with a wordless moan as her body trembled uncontrollably. She hung from her bonds like a limp doll. Link finally pulled away, still very hard. As usual, one round would not be enough.
Anju took him by the hand and led him around to stand in front of Saria. She knelt down, placing her hands around the base of his cock, and took his tip in her mouth. He stood with his hands on his hips, watching Saria’s face as Anju fellated him.
Saria’s mind reeled, but she watched with interest as Anju demonstrated her abilities. Soon, Link was gasping in pleasure again, nearly screaming with delight as Anju milked a second orgasm from his cock. He held Saria’s gaze for every moment of the encounter, and she smiled. The jealousy of watching Anju get him off burned like a fire, but she was fascinated by the raw sensations in her body.
Later, Saria awoke. She didn’t remember passing out, or being released from her bonds. She was in soft bed with silk sheets, and Link was beside her… and so was Anju. They were both still asleep, and both still embracing her. Link, whom she loved, and Anju, who had been so generous and taught her so much about herself and what she could become.
Saria smiled wistfully as she closed her eyes again, hoping beyond hope that these wonderful things would be possible when Link’s quest was complete, and the last seven years were rewritten. But the way he’d looked at her gave her comfort… for surely he would want more of this, and of her.
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