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"Midna's Monstrous Meeting"

Written by Setsune Wave Requested by Myths of Legend

Disclaimer: This is a work of parody fiction, intended only for adults of age 18+, depending on laws in your local region. All series, characters, locations, etc. remain the rights of their respective owners. All characters present during mature situations depicted as full biological adults. This fiction is not a representation of the author's personal beliefs, interests, etc.

Content and Trigger Warning: This fictional story includes negative themes such as Violence (including Sexual), Blood, Non-Consensual* Sex, and further Trauma. Please do not continue reading if you will find these themes upsetting. All characters and situations are fictional, and are not in any way a reflection of reality.

Special Thanks to my amazing supporters! (Due to the divisive contents of this story, I opted to not include them this time.)

*Special Note: I've included two Endings. If you prefer a malicious tone to your fiction, feel free to stop at the "Bad End" marker. These are wholly fictional characters in non-canon representations, but if for some reason you want to peek under the curtain to "make sure they're okay", keep reading after that marker.

Also, I know the Triforce line is awful, and I'm not sorry.

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The massive wooden doors creaked on rusty hinges, forced open by a blazing palm. Without hesitation, a shapely imp glided into the dusty bedroom, her legs slack behind her as she floated a foot above the floor. Sparkles of excess magic drifted from her toe tips, fading slowly to nothing. She paused only briefly in the entryway of the still chamber. "Oyyy~!!" she crassly bellowed into the spacious room. No answer returned.

The summons was written in a scratchy hand, but clear: A new rift back to the World of Light had been rumored, and evil was trying to worm its way back into the Realm. The meeting place was Twilight Castle, a shadowy echo of Hyrule's famous monument. The connection between the two worlds was strongest here, and it was the best place as any to start looking. But she'd combed the castle high and low, and the Twilight Princess could find no evidence of a portal, or her mysterious summoner.

Although the prior residence of the Princess of Light, the room had long since been abandoned, and now only served as the eighth in a string of forgotten bedrooms she'd disturbed. It was faster to cover the spacious grounds in her compact travel form, not to admit she'd grown attached to it, as much fun as it had been making the hero's jaw drop at her "True" form. And if the rumor was true, this could even be a way to... see him again. Of course, she had more important reasons for finding it!

She flitted her eyes toward the sagging poster bed, then drifted over to the fireplace, half-heartedly calling out once more as she watched the embers flutter from the flickering flame. Of course there was no response. She muttered a particularly crude curse to herself as she effortlessly sailed toward the arched stone windows, staring out toward the rooftops and turrets. As she admired the same shadowy skyline she'd seen several times before, when working with that other princess, it dawned on her: Why was the fireplace lit here, and nowhere else? Her answer came in the form of footsteps, uncomfortably close behind her. She spun in the air.

Messengers loomed over her. Masked shadow beasts, Twili corrupted by that pretender to the throne Zant. Most Twili had returned to their original forms, the most corrupted disappearing with the mad "king"'s defeat, but a few still lingered in the darkest corners of the realm. Hulking beasts, formidable even when split from the source of their dark magic. Midna was no stranger to smashing their silly masks in, canine companion or no, but their unexpected proximity and surprising speed caught her off-guard, and an open-handed slap by the nearest minion dislodged her headpiece, sending it airborne. The jarring impact, and the sudden disconnect from her magical artifact, caused the skyborne shortstack to plunge swiftly to her feet in an unprepared landing. One foot landed at an awful angle, twisting her ankle, the pain shooting through her leg like a poisoned dagger. She gritted her fanged teeth tightly, but switched her focus toward her helmet's rapid descent. She reached out toward it, as if she could call it back to her with a thought, but it paid no heed to her summons as it skidded unceremoniously across the rough stone floor.

It was difficult to concentrate with the pain in her leg and dull throb of her head, but she knew the fight was far less fair without the focus of her magic power. She sprung down from the stepped viewing ledge onto her uninjured ankle, using the extra leverage to ram her body weight against the nearest Messenger's thigh, throwing it off-balance. She pivoted, and wincing with every other step, she sprinted stubbornly towards her headpiece. But a breath before it was within reach, she felt movement above her, and two massive scaly feet savagely slammed down onto the treasure, the impact and surprise knocking her back onto her ass.

The hulking demon in front of her sluggishly came into focus. Only after an eternity did she process what she was looking at: one of Ganondorf's generals... an Aeralfos, was it? Winged lizard beasts that commanded some of the smaller, dumber creatures, and guarded the Demon King's strongholds. Its scaled chest was covered in deep grooves, and the glare it pierced her with was both amused and seething with rage. Had she and that hero fought this monster before? How was it even still here, without Ganondorf's demonic power, in the Realm of Twilight no less? Her mind raced with confused questions, but the sound of jostling pebbles snapped her attention to the artifact crushed beneath its feet. She reached for a handful in shock, but all she came up with was rubble and dust. She didn't realize it could be broken so easily. What was she going to do without it?

The beast noted her grief, and to further punctuate her terrible predicament, it drew her attention with another, more malicious stomp, grinding some of the remaining chunks into powder. Emerald embers drifted upward, free of their prison to scatter once more. Her eyes followed the firmly-muscled leg upward, past the ornamented loincloth and weapon sheath, once again over the battle-scarred chest, to the silver-helmed head, lizard lips pulled taut in malice, ebony slits set in bulging eyes on the sides of its skull, staring at her, through her, as if weighing a long-desired revenge finally at its clawtips. Those dark dwellings excited the demon, she quickly realized, as the sickening wet sound of spreading sinew and flesh drew her gaze downward. From her low angle, a thick, ridged phallus could be clearly witnessed pushing free from a previously-ignored slit, set above its heavy ballsac. She stared with wide eyes as the dick continued to extrude further and further outward, it too marked and scarred from what she could only guess was enraged assailment by a taloned terror. Her mind blanked, and she started shuffling backward on the stone floor, in the most basic of flight responses.

But as she moved one of her arms behind her, it was suddenly caught in a giant's grasp. She couldn't believe she'd already forgotten about the Messengers. She tried to yank her arm free of the golem's grip, her hair formed into a palm and pushing against the stocky forearm. But her current state left her too weakened to pry the limb loose, and a moment later her other arm was trapped in a similar bind. The monsters hoisted her off the ground like a ragdoll, the snap of sudden motion dizzying.

Legs drooping downward, she struggled to free herself, as the ringleading beast strode toward her, monstrous cock bobbing with each step. She became overwhelmingly aware of how exposed she suddenly felt. She rarely wore a scrap of clothing, but usually it didn't matter. Now, as a prize on display, she was keenly aware of small but heavy breasts, each capped with a shiny black nipple, hanging down and jostling with each motion. Her ass was bruised from the sharp impact, and the cold air bit into the tender flesh. Even down to the bare soles of her feet, she felt overly exposed and... wrong somehow. And her... her...

She clamped her legs together like a vice. There was no way. That... THING couldn't be thinking that... It... was too stupid! It... can't...

The winged warrior had reached the imp princess, pausing to take the sight of her restrained body in. She considered kicking him, maybe right on that ugly dick of his, but the concern of opening her legs caused her to hesitate. That worry was needless, however, as clawed talons wrapped tightly around one of her thick thighs, prying the leg wide despite her resistance. She lamely kicked at its hand with her other foot, but the effort only elicited a chuckle from the creature, and it took the opportunity to seize her other leg, spreading her painfully wide, as if it was about to make a wish. Splayed open for all to see, she was forced to look down across the curve of her belly, just able to see over it to the swell of her puffy mound, the frill of onyx inner lips peeking free. She shook her head in horror, unable to blink. "Don't!! It's... I'm not big... IT WON'T FIT!" she cried out in her native tongue. She wasn't sure if the beast understood her, and her panicked cries probably only served as encouragement.

It was like a fist pushing against her groin. The eyelet had been leaking milky drops a moment ago, but the scarred shaft was mostly dry and rigid. She feebly hoped it would give up, but the pressure only increased, signaling the single-minded intent. A slow, pained groan reflexively grew from the base of her throat, raising in volume as the crushing force started to wedge her unexpectedly wide, until a sudden, agonizing lunge buried the monster cock into her screaming hips. Her vision went stark white from the agonizing pain. In one moment, it felt like her insides were shoved out of the way to accommodate the cruel intruder.

The beast waited for her to regain some scrap of focus, and as she shakily turned her head down to look, it drew the throbbing cock back outward. The ridged edges felt like they were going to pull her insides out with them, but they miraculously stayed put. Its swift withdrawal paused just at the dick's exit, pinning the tip forcefully against her lips. The lizard meat was streaked with her blood, further drops of it leaking out of her maltreated mons, down her taint, pulling away from her and audibly tapping against the stone floor. Her captor no longer needed to grip her legs, and instead wrapped thick fingers around her hips for better usage.

It breached her once more, the plunge stomach-churning, but also strangely numb. A whisper in the back of her fogged mind knew that wasn't a good thing. The Aeralfos kept her hoisted high as it continued pumping pulsing cock into its new fuck hole, a dark ritual more about malice and domination than attraction.

The imp's breast bounced and heaved as the lizard beast mercilessly mounted her, her plump ass cheeks and thighs slapping against its lap as sickly gnarled sounds slipped from her brutalized box. She was reaching the edge of blacking out, when a sudden drop of her head and shoulders snapped her to painful focus once again. The Messengers had noticed they no longer needed to hold her, and with a meaty clap one of them slapped its erect cock against her bulged cheek. She let out a confused yelp, then saw out of the corner of her eye the other shadowy beast sporting a very similar demand. The masked face blankly, but expectantly, stared down at her. She couldn't believe what was happening. But she knew she had no real choice.

Trying to concentrate on anything while her pussy was being torn apart was already difficult, but with effort she curved her spine toward the nearest Messenger, and wrapped her small hands around the long, gangly shaft. The creature's flesh was slightly see-through, and she couldn't help but stare uncomfortably at the growing pool of cum sloshing around inside of its balls. She forced herself to lick swirls around the tip, desperate to add any kind of lubrication, then opened her jaw as wide as she could, and attempted to force the cock tip past her teeth. With some difficulty, she barely managed it, bringing it to rest in her mouth. The shadow beast was clearly not satisfied, thrusting further forward, pressing firmly against the edge of her throat.

At the same time, she couldn't neglect the captor behind her. With unusual focus, she was able to raise her hair up as an appendage once more, and wrapped the blaze-tinted strands around the other shadow beast's shaft. While still struggling to please the one in front of her, she forced herself to give the backward beast a hair-lined handjob, pumping up and down the veiny cock, pulling across the taunt transparent skin. The Messenger seemed sated with this, awkwardly bucking into the hair hold in an unsettling way she could feel all the way to her root tips.

All the while, the revenge-hungry minion master had not ceased, driving burning-hot lizard meat deep into her gut, forcing her stomach to swell outward. Her hips felt like a wood log cleaved in two. She ached, inside and out, and she was starting to feel cold and sweaty. A dim thought crossed her, her breaking mind struggling for any purchase. Wasn't this called something? A... "Sheikah Tower", maybe? But she realized it was more like a triangle. A Triforce of Depravity.

The degraded, abused imp was drawn away from her coveted distraction by the sudden groan of the twisted Twili behind her. She clamped the makeshift digits tightly around the member and started pumping as frantically as she could, vainly hoping to launch it away from her mane. Unfortunately, a gurgling growl later, much of the seed simply oozed out of the shaft, gumming the hair together as it seeped into the strands. The repellent feeling shot shivers down her spine, which elicited a pleased grunt from the ringleader.

All the while the petite princess had to force a rigid dick down her throat as far as it could go, and then some. The angle and girth made it impossible to travel very far down, but it wasn't for the Messenger's lack of trying. She could barely catch ragged breaths between occasional withdrawals, the constant grinding against the back of her tongue and ridge of her throat rubbing them raw and eliciting gags and coughs. The smell was stomach-churning on its own, but all the same she forced herself to lick and curl her tongue against the bottom of the cock, knowing her only chance at escape was to satiate them. It was a nightmarish situation that filled her with a dark sadness, but she was functioning purely for survival at this point.

Surprise flashed across her face as a massive hand wrapped around her skull, palm flat against her forehead, and she was shoved off of the shadow beast's shaft, saliva drooling from her aching over-stretched lips as the monster's dick slides free. Her eyes flick up for an instant in confusion, then back down just in time to watch the seed suddenly eject out of the hefty balls, both draining into the same swelling piping, traveling up the length of its dick, which was pointed right at-

The first shot of jizz launched through the air and splattered against her face. Unprepared for the eruption, it caught her in an open eye. She winced it closed, hissing sharply in pain, and her whole body is racked with shudders as she feels long strings of hot cum paint across her face and chest. She scooped a handful of it off her visage, trying to pry open her eyes once more, one rapidly reddening. She threw the mess to her side, the rejected spunk splattering against the cold stone, creamy seed oozing into the cracks and grout. She finally straightened her aching back, and forced her sight down toward their unholy union. The image alone is disturbing, as it violates her with increasingly frenzied pace. It still hurt badly, but not in the same way. More like a resigned, lost cause. But as it eagerly puffed air through its nostrils, an awful thought crossed her mind: Could it impregnate her? Could monsters like it... breed... with anyone? With her?

A thousand visions of horror crossed her mind in an instant. Laying eggs the size of her belly, a lizard bursting through her stomach, or lots of little babies eating their way out. She couldn't stop her lips from voicing her shrieking desperation, "NO! Don't! Anywhere else! My- my TITS! My ASS! I... I'll do ANYTHING!! DON'T CUM IN ME! PLEASE!!" She wasn't even sure what language she was speaking anymore, or if she was making any sense.

But the creature wasn't looking for any old warm hole. It had limped away from a narrow defeat at the sword and claw of The King's sworn enemy. It had failed. Trapped in a world of insufferable light, it knew it couldn't defeat him, even now. But when it found that crack in the world to another, seeing the hero's... ornament all by herself... That was too good to pass up. Revenge for its utter disgrace seethed in its mind. And now it was going to make sure she felt just as defeated, and disgraced.

The imp woman's cries had devolved into wordless whimpers of desperation, her eyes tearing and unblinking. The warrior's weighty balls slapped crudely against her taint, swinging low enough to clip against the rim of her asshole. Its growls grew in volume, making sure she absolutely knew what was coming, and its clawed feet carved into the stone floor. Reaching its peak, it rolled its head back, and roared out all of the frustration and anger within, echoing within the bedchamber, as its balls jetted a flood of lizard seed into the distended princess pussy. She flopped her head back and let out a scream mixed of panic and anguish, feeling her exploited cunt fill with burning hot monster cum. It kept its dick driven deep into her as the rod twitched and spasmed, being sure to flood her womb with every drop it could, before slowly drawing out. The brutal impalement had ended, but Midna's mons still gaped wide open, the spasming inner walls exposed to the stale air as a thick flow of crimson-streaked seed poured out of her pussy.

Midna didn't dare to move. Her throat was raw, her head pounding. She wasn't even sure she could walk now. And that... thing... had used her like a fuck toy... or breeding stock... Tears ran down her face, curling down her cheeks, her impacted eye still stinging. But before she could dwell on her fate a moment longer, she was casually dropped to the floor. Her back and shoulders were the first to hit, but her neck whipped back, banging painfully against the stonework.

The Messengers had already begun their departure. The Aeralfos stared down at her with a mix of pleasure and disgust. It kicked one of her limp drumsticks out of its way, the victimized princess barely even responding to the impact.

Her vision was hazy, but as Midna looked over toward the debris pile that was her headpiece, she spotted a larger chunk that had escaped complete destruction. Soft jade sparkles drifted out from the damaged edges. There might be enough left to focus her power, maybe to get revenge... or help... She weakly reached out at the piece, straining, unwisely grunting from the exertion.

The scaly tormentor took notice, and tracked her unguarded gaze to the carved rock. A cruel sneer crawled across its lips. The bauble likely didn't pose a threat, but it couldn't pass up this gift. And so, with the exhausted imp hopefully reaching at her last glimmer of salvation, the lizard beast mashed its foot down on the final chunk. A burst of green sparks erupted in a cloud outward. The impact left deep cracks in the floor, and streaks of blood from the demon's soles as it lifted its talons in a slow, deliberate reveal, claws scratching along the pitted stone. The final pieces were powder, the last traces of her magic gone.

The Twilight Princess rolled onto her back, crippling sadness washing over her. In her haste, and arrogance, she hadn't told any of her guards or staff where she was going. Even if they missed her, if anyone missed her, there were a thousand other places to look. Her whole body ached miserably. The lizard's seed still spilled out of her ruined, gaping pussy, pooling onto the floor under her. Was she even going to make it? Did... she even want to...?

The immense door squealed on its hinges once more, and slammed shut. Midna's vision washed over with a dull, fading red.

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-~-~Consent Ending Below~-~-

After her sight eventually cleared, she took a deep breath, and struggled weakly to her feet. She could hardly believe cum was still drooling out of her as she stood. She hobbled toward the bathing room tucked off to the side. A fairy's kiss, and she'd be right-as-rain, but sometimes she liked to dwell a little first. As she shuffled toward a long bath, the door creaked back open, and a lizard's snout poked inside.

"Uh, Ms. Midna," an uneasy voice started, "...About our payment?"

She waved casually at it. Well, him. "Yes, yes. It's out front. Gold chest. You really can't miss it."

He gave her a quick nod, and pulled the door closed once more, leaving her to the soft crackle of the fire.

She rolled her eyes, and keeping her weight off her injured foot, eased her way toward the warm spring waters waiting for her, passing by a rack of ornately-carved stone helmets, each one identical and faintly sparkling.