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Breath of the Twili Imp
🕑 Added 2021-05-13 04:22:41 +0000 UTCWARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Zelda (Breath of the Wild) Shortstack Imp TF and Link Wolf TF
Exploring the ruins of a long forgotten race, Zelda stumbles upon a collection of Twili magic that distorts her body and mind into one capable of making the most of her new powers.
This story was done for Cloneydew's Zelda TF Compendium Collab Project: https://twitter.com/Cloneydew2000/status/1387522210978480129
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Scouring the remote edges of Hyrule led Zelda to this moment. The decrepit towers and crumbling steps leading up the hill matched the rumors that had been spread around the region’s few settlements. Ever since she stumbled upon a strange book in the castle library, the princess had become intrigued by a race of people that had long separated themselves from the land. The legends told of their strange ways and magic that had brought great turmoil between them and the rest of the people of Hyrule. As Zelda walked through what remained of the ancient civilization, she couldn’t help feeling sorry for the ones known as the Twili.
Zelda’s somber mood was put on hold as she caught a glimpse of something sparkling in her peripheral vision. Noticing a set of unknown runes, she ran towards it with her boots clacking against the weathered stone. Getting down on her knees to examine the writing, she paid little mind to the scuff marks made against her black pants. Brushing against the structure littered her blue and white, long-sleeved shirt with dirt, but it was worth it for getting a chance to examine the glowing markings beneath. Pulling away the stray strands of golden blonde hair that had broken free from her braid, her fascination with the writing momentarily made her ignorant of her companion.
The sound of someone clearing his throat got her to turn her green eyes away from the writing. Looking behind her, she was met with the concerned look of Link. His blue tunic and dirty blonde hair fluttered in the wind, his attention focused solely on protecting the princess from harm.
“You have nothing to worry about,” Zelda said as she stood up and brushed off some of the dirt. “The people that built these ruins have long passed. I doubt that any surviving security measures will pose much danger to us.”
Link tapped his foot, not needing the mention the multiple times that statement had been proven wrong.
“I know you’re only acting this way because it’s your duty as my loyal knight,” Zelda replied in her best attempt to quell his fears. “It’s because I trust you that I’m confident you can protect me from anything. Let me take a few moments to study the area and then we can head back to the castle. I promise.”
Shifting his head back and forth, he mulled over her words. Looking over at her expectant face, he let out an exasperated sigh. A few more seconds of thought led to him begrudgingly nodding at the princess to send her off to explore the ruins.
With the little time allotted to her, Zelda tried to pick out a handful of spots to spend what few precious moments she had. Her gaze finally settled on the most intact structure of the ruins, although that wasn’t saying much. As she drew closer, she began to wonder if the black stone cube had only survived the ages due to its simplistic nature. Walking around the block to examine the various glyphs and writings, she came up with a hunch that there was more to it that what appeared.
Squatting down, Zelda slid her hand along the sides until she found a series of bumps in a circular pattern. Grasping one of the protrusions, a light tug got it to slide to the center of the formation. Spurred by her sense of discovery, she repeated the action with the rest of the protrusions to create a cluster in the center. Upon inserting the final bump into the tight circle, she was rewarded with the sound of stones grinding against each other.
The box began to shift, the princess’s fascination with the moving parts keeping her eyes transfixed on it even as Link dragged her away from it. The cube extended its height into a pillar twice Zelda’s size before it began to split down the middle. Watching the structure fold open like a blooming flower, Zelda set her sights on the black chest marked with glowing, blue markings that revealed itself. As soon as the structure stopped moving, Zelda freed herself from Link’s protective grasp and ran towards the chest.
Link let out a shout to try and stop her advance.
“After I’ve come this far, you can’t expect me to stop now,” she replied, kneeling down to work open the chest’s hatch.
Lifting up the lid, Zelda was simultaneously intrigued yet frustrated to find yet another container inside. Picking up the pure black vase, she ignored Link’s pleas to put it back down as she lifted off the top. Peeking inside, she saw what looked like ashes that emanated with a mysterious blue glow. Just as she pondered bringing the container back to the castle for further study, a strong wind picked up several specks of the strange substance and blew it in her face.
Stumbling through the particle cloud led to Zelda accidentally smashing the pot on the ground. Whatever was inside surrounded her as the specks drifted through the air. Forcing herself through a coughing fit, she watched the specks float about like tiny insects. Watching the last of them rise higher into the sky until they disappeared from view left her with a multitude of questions that were put to the wayside by a warm sensation spreading through her body.
A muffled yelp escaped Zelda’s lips as she clutched her body. The heat continued to rise inside of her and send tremors through her form. Through the constant shaking and heat, she could sense a magic power coursing through her veins she had never felt before. The sense of wonder helped to ease some of her suffering, but the same could not be said for Link as he helplessly watched her deal with her predicament.
Just as Link was about to rush over to her, he stopped as the once noble princess began tearing off her clothes. Ripping off each piece of her outfit provided Zelda momentary ease for her condition. It didn’t matter to her that her loyal knight was watching her, all that mattered at the moment was listening to what her body desired in hopes of finding relief. Stripped of all her attire, there was nothing left to hide the fact that her skin had turned a blinding shade of white.
Bringing her pale hands up to her face to clutch her forehead, her fingers were pushed back as her hair broke free of her braids. Extending several feet in a matter of seconds, the princess grasped the strands to watch the golden color turn to a blazing shade of orange. Twirling the changed follicles between her fingers, another surge of heat had her clench her mouth and feel her canine teeth extend out.
With all of her added gains, it took her a moment for her and Link to realize the price that came along with them. The princess had never been the tallest of women, but what little height she had started to gradually reduce. Having to crane her neck up further and further to see Link’s face, Zelda could do little to stop her body from shrinking with each passing second. Where her former mass went was made very apparent moments later.
As Zelda was squashed by a pair of invisible hands, some of her weight began to lodge itself into her bosom. Her modest chest swelled into a pair of breasts that matched a set of overripe hydromelons in both shape and size. Zelda’s meaty tits came along with a set of plump nipples that stood out from her pale boobs with a dark shade of black that covered her teats.
Reaching a mere two feet in height brought her attention to a part of her body that wasn’t far from touching the ground. Looking over her shoulder, Zelda let out a small yelp as she beheld the chunky butt cheeks that had expanded to match the size of her chest. Each step of her tiny feet was enough to send bountiful ripples through the girthy rear. As she swayed her butt back and forth, the shelf of ass fat whipped about her long hair and brought attention to the increased length of her ears.
At a loss of what to do, Zelda tried to keep herself focused through the strange magic that coursed through her veins. Her mind was a mess of new sensations brought about by her morphed body. Trying to maintain a semblance of control, she attempted to get a grip on what her diminutive body was capable of. Moving about her shaking hands, her fingers brushed up against her expanded assets.
The ruins were filled with an echoing cry from the princess’s mouth. Link’s first instincts to find something to ease Zelda’s pain were put on hold as he noticed the smile spread across her face. A few more prods of her body elicited several more moans from her lips, not of pain, but of pleasure.
With renewed vigor, Zelda squeezed her tiny hands around her massive tits. As she poked and prodded the meaty mammaries, her cries of pleasure grew. Reaching her plump nipples, she gave them an experimental pinch. Letting out an unrestrained cry of euphoria let her savor the gift that had been thrusted upon her by the Twili people. Reveling in her added sensitivity, she continued to squeeze and grope her tits as she let her erotic moans continuously part her lips.
Leaving one hand to fondle her breasts, she reached back to give her expanded rear some attention. Her fingers sunk into the bountiful ass flesh as if they were made of pudding. Giving her backside the full attention of her hands, she rubbed and massaged her bubble butt in an effort not to miss a single inch of flesh. Raising up one hand and smacking it against her rear filled her with a unique sense of pain and pleasure unlike anything she had experienced before.
As she swiveled her head back and forth to figure out which part of her to focus on next, a sly grin appeared on her face. Twisting the Twili magic to her will, her hair reconfigured itself into a hand that could have easily encompassed her impish form. Letting out a sinister cackle as she made the hand’s fingers twitch on her command, she directed it towards her chest to continue her self-stimulation.
Zelda’s indulgent groping left Link in a state of confusion. The situation didn’t seem to be getting any better as he noticed splotches of black spread across the princess’s skin with each euphoric moan. The same particles that had corrupted her now hovered about her body, dissipating upon the sound of a hefty rear slap only to return moments later. As the magical corruption took over her form, the sight of her sclera turning yellow and her irises turning a deep red signaled that her transformation was complete.
“Hehehe, this is amazing,” Zelda commented, letting her hair get a turn at squeezing her black and white colored backside. “All this power and pleasure is sooooo wonderful. Don’t you think so Link?”
Despite Link’s worried expression and stiff movements, Zelda shared none of his fear for what had become of her. In fact, she rather enjoyed the look of apprehension on his face. The fact that he was able to gaze upon every inch of her curvy, short figure made another pleasurable shiver spread through her body. It made her wonder how much fun it would be to see how the rest of her subjects would react to her new form.
“Well I suppose it doesn’t matter what you think,” she said, illustrating her point by slapping her hand against her swaying tits. “This is me now and I don’t intend on going back. In fact, I think we should head back to the castle right now so I can show off my powerful body to the entire kingdom.” Relishing in Link’s bewildered look, she pointed a finger towards him. “However, I think I’m going to need a suitable form of transportation to get there. Something a little more fit for my size.”
With a snap of her fingers, Zelda sent a shard of shadow magic careening towards Link. Thanks to his training, the few seconds it took for the spell to reach him was just enough time for him to draw the master sword and block the attack. More entertained that frustrated with his act of defiance, Zelda let out several more spells at her knight just to watch each shot get blocked by his sword.
“This is a fun game and all,” she said as another shot missed his head by less than an inch, “but it’s getting late and we really must be getting back to the castle. You never know what kind of creatures could be roaming around here.”
Zelda pointed her hand towards Link and he in turn raised his sword in defense. However, it was all a means to distract him from the true threat as her hair reached out to grasp his wrist. A valiant struggle was made, but Link eventually watched his precious master sword get tossed to the wayside. Left completely defenseless, he heard the princess become besides herself with laughter as one last shot of shadow magic hit him in the back.
Collapsing the ground, Link reached towards where the spell had landed. Overcome with a similar heat as the princess, he tore of his tunic. What he found lurking beneath was a thin line of fur creeping its way up his spine. Looking over what he could of his body, he recognized similar splotches of black and grey fur that mimicked that of the corrupted princess.
Attempting to stand up and retrieve his sword was proven futile as his body refused to obey. Forced back into the dirt, he looked over his shoulder to see his back legs rip apart his pants as they bent in shape to accommodate the paws that had taken the place of his feet. Watching his forearms morph to match the rest of him, Link’s winced as the sensation of his new tail swaying behind him. Tilting up his head, he looked past Zelda’s set of engorged breasts to meet her playful gaze head on.
“Almost there,” she said reaching a hand towards him, “just one last thing.”
Placing her palm against his forehead spread a layer of thick green fur across Link’s scalp. His skull twisted and extended into muzzle, his sharp fangs jutting from his mouth. His pointed ears stood on end, picking up the sound of the wind whistling against his princess's expanded assets and his hide of thick fur. What started out as a scream from Link turned into an unsettling howl to go with his new shape as a wolf.
Released from Zelda’s grasp, Link tried to comprehend what was going on. His eyes shooting towards the master sword, he sprinted towards it in hopes of reversing his curse. A lack of experience running on four legs proved his downfall as Zelda’s hair picked up the weapon and dangled it just out of his reach.
“Awww, do you not enjoy your gift?” Zelda asked, playfully bobbing Link’s sword above his head. “You’re supposed to be my loyal knight. That means you’re willing to put down your life in service to me. Or did you forget that?”
Link started to growl, barely able to recognize the mischievous imp for the princess he had sworn loyalty to. As much as he hated to admit it, what she said was true. He was her knight, meaning he was the one to blame for not protecting her from the shadow magic’s corruption. Even if she was in a twisted state, she was still Zelda and she needed her knight now more than ever. Lowering his head, Link laid down on the ground.
“Good boy,” Zelda said in her most condescending voice. “You should make an excellent mount for getting back to the castle.”
Heaving herself onto Link’s back, Zelda wobbled her rear back and forth to try and get comfortable. Grasping onto Link’s fur, she sent him running off with a snap of her fingers. As Link bounded across the field towards the castle, Zelda let herself enjoy the added benefits of the ride. Each bump and turn shook about her curves and let her hair flow in the wind. Hitting a straight path towards the castle, she leaned forward to have her mouth mere inches from Link’s ear.
“Pretty good for your first time. Keep this up and I might even change you back to your old form for a little while. Your princess is going to need a different kind of attention once we get back,” she said, snickering at the sense of bewilderment in his eyes. “However, I suppose the real fun will have to wait. First I need to introduce the kingdom to their new princess of Twilight.”
