Chapter 1 - It's not her fault the game is too hard

“Why do you always get to go on the adventure?” Zelda demanded, poking a very tsundere finger into Link’s chest. “I don’t want to wait in some dusty old castle for you to rescue me. I’m going out on my own, and you’re going to stay right here.” She jabbed her finger into his chest a few more times. “Understand?”

That had been yesterday evening. This morning, Zelda was crawling on all fours through the dirt and grass, a crude leash made of rope around her neck and a dozen Bokoblins surrounding her, dragging her along the ground to their barbaric encampment. 

“Let me go!” she said haughtily. “I am the princess of Hyrule! Don’t think I’ll overlook this! Release me now, and your deaths shall be swift!”

One of the Bokoblins reached over and slapped its dirty red mitt against her rump. Zelda yelped in surprise and glared ruefully at the horrible little monster. Her butt smarted against her form-fitting black leggings, but she didn’t have time to reach back and rub it while being forced to crawl along the ground with each tug of the leash against her neck.

They finally reached their destination, a cave with a campfire lit, some foul meat roasting over it on a spit, and even more bokoblins holding clubs and scratching at their dirty loincloths. The air smelled unpleasant, but it wasn’t as bad as the raucous sounds the Bokoblins made when they saw what had been dragged into their camp. Zelda was grateful for the reprieve from crawling on the ground, but she drew herself up as magisterially as she could while on her knees and wearing a monster’s leash. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to ransom me to the king,” she said, her voice even more disdainful than the one she used to talk to Link. “Well, there won’t be much for you! A few rubies and diamonds won’t help you when the castle’s knights hunt you down and slaughter you like the monsters you are!”

Several Bokoblins stepped closer to her, casting shadows over her kneeling body. She gulped.

“Um, what I meant to say was—EEEP!”

The Bokoblins reached for her clothes and tore them to shreds with their dirty claws, leaving her with nothing but her boots, her elaborately braided hair and ponytail, and her voice, which began cursing like a very posh and well-spoken sailor. 

“—dare you lay hands on me, when I get free I’m going to see to it that none of you ever—“

One of the Bokoblins palmed the back of her head through her mass of pretty blonde hair and shoved her forward onto her hands and knees. Naked now, and surrounded by Bokoblins who were putting down their clubs and lifting up their loincloths to reveal a different kind of blunt weapon, Zelda shivered, her ass shaking in the air from the sudden nervous surge. A Bokoblin stepped up to her and pushed her legs further apart.

“Wait!” Zelda said hastily. “There’s, um, a magic prophecy that says if you fuck me, Ganon will come back! Oh wait, you probably want that. Well, um, EEEEEEEK!”

The Bokoblin pushed something hard and thick into her ass. Zelda groaned as her virgin butt was penetrated not by Link, not even by her own fingers or the hilt of a sword, but by a Bokoblin’s….

Wait. Was it his cock? She could see the Bokoblin stepping around beside her. And for some reason, her inventory had updated.

“What did you just make me equip?” she demanded.

The answer was a buttplug with a magical jeweled end in the form of a topaz. As Zelda began to complain again, the magical gem on the end of the buttplug sent a sudden zap of electricity through the plug. Zelda howled and writhed, her entire body twitching back and forth. Vibrators were unknown to the Hylians, and her ass was not prepared to be plugged and buzzed. 

“You…m-m-monsters,” she ground out, her voice shaking from the tremors in her body. “How dare you do this to me? I-I-I…I…I am a p-p-prIIIINNNNceSS! Ooooh!” Zelda hadn’t expected to learn that she was an anal fiend, but she did wield the Triforce of Wisdom, and she’d always been…curious. At least as curious as she was about frogs.

The Bokoblins seemed to enjoy the contrast between her posh, precise voice and the way it shook and trembled as the topaz-infused buttplug hummed away inside of her. But even they could only handle so much of her shrill cries. Zelda balked, practically going cross-eyed when one of them held up a bit gag to her face.

“How dare you!” she shrieked. “That is for horses! I am not an animal!”

But the Bokoblin disagreed. It pressed the horizontal bit into her open mouth and tied the strap snugly behind her head. Zelda’s face reddened with a mixture of anger and embarrassment while the Bokoblin mockingly stroked her long yellow ponytail behind her as if calming a particularly feisty horse by petting its mane. Zelda snorted at him, then blushed harder when she realized that was exactly what a horse would do. Besides, she couldn’t relax while the vibrating plug was in her ass, not to mention the way dozens of horny red-skinned monsters were all visible stroking their cocks to the sight of her.

With a leash, a bit, and a plug, she was little more than an animal to the bestial clan of red-dicked monsters. They dragged her around by her leash, passing her from one hand to the next, forcing her to race around in a wide circle around the interior of the cave like a prize horse. They mocked and humiliated the proud princess while she struggled to trot on her hands and knees from one hand to the next, whinnying every time they tugged on her leash and braying every time they spanked her ass as she went by.

The last Bokoblin yanked on her leash to stop her. Zelda was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, drool spilling from her lips, her plugged ass and naked pussy exposed to the air. The Bokoblins watching her got as hard as Dark Souls after you die a bunch of times in a row. 

“Mmmph!” Zelda protested as they surrounded her. “Mmgh!” 

Her pleas fell on deaf ears and large cocks. Zelda struggled vainly as they hoisted her into the air and tied her wrists and ankles to a spit like the one they used for roasting meat. But they intended on turning her into a very different kind of spitroast. 

Zelda brayed again as one yanked her yellow hair, angling her face to be level with the Bokoblin in front of her. Unfortunately, this meant being level with its dick. And when it undid the strap holding her bit gag in place and took it out of her mouth, she doubted it wanted to free her mouth so she could berate them some more.

This was confirmed when the Bokoblin pulled its loincloth off and pointed its dick at her face.

Zelda swallowed. She’d known this was a possibility ever since they dragged her back to their dirty monster cave. But this was too much. They didn’t seriously expect a beautiful blonde princess destined to save the world to suck dick, did they?

“Excuse me, but you don’t really think I’ll—MMPH!”

Zelda’s questioned was simultaneously interrupted and answered by the Bokoblin shoving its big, bulbous red cock into her open mouth. Zelda’s eyes and cheeks all squeezed in the same cockward direction, trying to see and feel as much of its cock as she could. The Bokoblin swung her body back with every thrust of its hips against her face, treating her like a living sex swing.

With her ass flying toward the Bokoblins on the other side of her, it was only a matter of time before one of them stepped up. Zelda couldn’t see what was happening since there was a big smelly red pair of monster balls bouncing repeatedly against her eyelids, but she could feel a rough pair of hands grabbing her asscheeks, squeezing and kneading them like they were clay and the Bokoblin was an amateur potter who was sexually attracted to clay.  

With Zelda’s mouth too busy choking on Bokodick to protest, the Bokoblin took the topaz-charged vibrating buttplug out of her ass. Zelda’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment while her now-loosened butthole puckered and squeezed as if trying to suck something hard and thick back inside. The Bokoblin was clearly a gentleman, because it obliged her butthole’s behest by shoving its cock up her ass.

Zelda had nowhere to go but back and forth between them as the two Bokoblins fucked her like monarchs fucked peasants. She couldn’t believe how poorly they were treating her! She was going to kill them for this…later, because she also couldn’t believe how amazingly they were fucking her. Her asshole squeezed on the cock inside her butt, gripping and sucking and convulsing until she thought she was going to go insane. Luckily, the cock in her throat kept her from saying anything embarrassing aside from “GACKGACKGACKGACK”. If she made it out of this, and didn’t immediately have them all killed, she was going to knight the Bokoblin currently facefucking her as a reward for preserving her dignity. 

Unfortunately, the Bokoblin pounding her butt deserved no such thanks. The way its fat, hard cock was rearranging her insides made her feel like she was being corrupted by malice, except it was nothing more than a good ass fucking, some hormones from a repressed teenager who never got any time to herself, and a kink for getting for getting her butt used, which she was discovering about herself right now. 

It was this spirit of discovery that meant Zelda was fit to wield the Triforce of Wisdom. And after this cock got done opening up her ass, they were going to be able to fit the Triforce inside it so she could wield it that way.

Zelda came so hard she almost expected trumpets to announce her arrival. Instead, all she got for fanfare was the thick, wet, nasty splorching sounds of cocks splattering cum deep in her guts and down her throat. The Bokoblins thrusted into her a few more times to really pack their goo deep inside of her, then pulled out, trailing semen on the floor as they stepped away.

The cum was so deep in Zelda’s intestines that it didn’t even drip out of her gaped asshole. She stared at the assembled ring of red cocks around her, her mouth open, tongue hanging out, searching in her mind for royal words to say.

“F-f-fuck me!” she commanded, in a tone that sounded a lot more like begging. “Take your big hard Bokoblin cocks and ram them in my tight holes until I pass out!”

The Bokoblins didn’t have a strong grasp of royal etiquette, but they did know how to bang a blonde blind. The Bokoblins began cramming themselves inside of her two or three at a time. Zelda’s slender, tight body thrashed between them, though with her wrists and ankles bound, all she could do was swing back and forth between whichever cocks were slamming into her at the moment. 

If she’d been thinking like a scientist, she would have demanded that they measure how much cum was being shot inside of her with each ejaculation to measure how much Boko-semen her mouth could hold and how far up her ass it could get. But after being fucked just one time, Zelda was thinking like an anal addict. Her cross-eyed howls and tightly gripping ass made clear just how needy she was.

The Bokoblins had captured her on the first morning of her first adventure and dragged her back to their cave by noon. They rode their new butt-mare throughout the night. By daybreak, she was well and truly broken, drooling saliva out of her mouth and cum out of her pussy and ass. She’d had so many orgasms that she’d forgotten what it felt like to not constantly be twitching from cocks inside of her. Her mouth hung open like something had broken in her mind.

They cut her down from the spit. Zelda landed in a wide puddle of cum underneath her with a gasp and a whimper. 

After a few moments of catching her breath, she managed to lift her head. The Bokoblins, who had nutted in her repeatedly over the last eighteen hours, were all going to sleep. Even an amateur adventurer would be able to escape now.

Zelda began crawling to the cave entrance. There was one Bokoblin sleeping in front of it. She could have crawled past him. Instead she nuzzled her face against his cock.

“Please!” she begged. “Use me again!”