The hero of hyrule. Or his descendent at least… The destined warrior who’s supposed to fight the forces of darkness, protect and save Hyrule from the incarnation of the emperor of darkness’s hatred given form. His story has been told many times over since times long gone. In this age, the hero was, just like his many predecessors, a young man living his life and satisfied with how things are. But fate had other plans. As Hyrule was bathed in darkness, the hero transformed from a brave young man into what his heart true was, a proud wolf that would fight any foes that posed a threat and would bravely fight on. Trapped in his new furry body and with no way out, locked up in some forgotten part of the castle. As the wolf thought there was no way out from his confides, a certain mischievous little imp showed up from the shadows In one timeline, she would have offered the transformed silent wolf a deal. He helps her and she’ll help him. The two of them would go off on a grand adventure across the lands, fighting against the forces of Zant, the corrupted Twili and face down the final enemy of the world to restore order and save not only the land but the innocent lives caught in between. However… That’s not the case in this now perverse timeline. ________________ Midna floated around the annoyed wolf, watching his crystal blue eyes narrow in her direction as he bit and tried to tear the steel chain holding him in the middle of the room. Midna giggled as she watched the massive wolf grow more impatient, eager to get out and be free from this. “Now, do you really think something so dull could free you?” She teased. The wolf didn’t stop trying, definitely continuing in a mix of determination and newly found spite. “Awww, did I make the doggy mad? Good. Let’s use that anger and get out of here.” Midna levitated over to the beast, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt her otherwise he’d be in here alone with no way out. She runs her hands over his thick coat, the coarse fur fighting against her touch. The transformed hero growled in warning but all this did was amuse the imp. His anger. His desire for freedom. It made her hunger to see what this big bad wolf would be willing to do. Midna knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Even while in his currently transformed state, Link wouldn't bring harm onto her. At least she knew he was too much of a goody two shoes to even try. Besides, she knew she could “discipline” him if the time came. “Just need to see how willing you are to listen to your new owner, pet.” She said with a snide smile. Link snarled louder than he had yet at the mischievous small creature. Sne just looked at him with a bewitching smile until his growls slowly came to a stop. She knew that he knew that disobeying her would leave him all alone with now way out of his cage or even an understanding of what's going on. After initial resistance, the wolf relented, allowing the brazen imp to do as she pleases. “Good boy. Now, let’s see how much of a good boy you are~” Midna moves herself to the beast's backside. In his cursed state, the “hero” certainly had an ass that was more fitting on a court whore or someone better fit to drain the seed out of their betters. Especially in his wolf form. Not to mention the heavy, hearty balls just below. She had to bite her lip as she marveled at them. A light shade of gray fur that looks both smooth and fluffy. How big are they? Five pounds a ball? Seven? She looked forward to getting well acquainted with them. She moved her mouth closer to the dark ring, pressing her nose against it. A strong, potent musk hit her head. Unlike the hounds of her realm, this one wasn’t submissive to her whims. No, this one has a lot of fight in him. She liked the spice in it and it made her want to see just how far she could take him. Her many nights surrounded by her legion of loyal mutts, being used by them all in her true form made her weak in the knees at the memory. A memory she was all too happy to repeat with a cursed beast. Unable to hold herself back, Midna buried her face into the wolf's gorgeous ass. He growled at her but still locked in place and no way out, he stopped and let the perverted princess have her way. She wasted little time, using her tongue to taste every winking wrinkle, sliding her tongue inside. She breathed in the intoxicating, primal male stink that came off of him. Raw and feral. A scent she’d grown to adore more than anything with her phantom beasts. Unlike them however, the wolf had them beat in all terms. ‘By the goddess, his fur feels so good on my face! His ass is so warm and juicy! I feel as though I’m losing myself…’ If there were any guards about, they would hear the sounds of a grunting mongrel trying and not to enjoy the attention he was receiving to his ass. Not only that but if some guard were to peek in, they would see an impressive amount of female fluids dripping from between her fat thighs. One hand played with his bushy tail, admiring the much softer fur compared to the rest of the rougher quality across his body. Midna could tell the wolf was finally starting to get the idea. She’s the princess. Her word is alw. And a dumb dog like him was going to listen to her, unless he plans on staying like this forever. Not that she’d be against it, that’s for sure. She pulled back to admire her work. The wolf’s ring would shine like a polished silver rupee if there was any natural light around to show off her rimming skills. “Did you like that doggie?” she teased, knowing the feral mutt couldn’t reply in any way that she’d understand. He turned to look at her with his dark blue eyes, sharp and glaring at her. “Aww, still don’t wanna play nice? I suppose I could leave you here and find some more fun elsewhere.” She pretended to start to fade into the shadows, leaving the humiliated hero all alone to stay in his wolf form and locked away. “Unless, you’re a good boy and listen to your new owner. If you do, I’ll free you and we can have loads more fun together.” The anger in his eyes. The seething build up. She wanted every last bit of it to keep smoldering like a fire inside him. The angerier they are, the better they breed. She just needed to discipline him a bit. Spare the child, spoil the rod with a nice side of humiliation. Then she’d have a perfect big wolfy plaything that made the rest of her old ones obsolete by comparison. The transformed hero let out a bark. “Good puppy! Now then,” With a snap of her finger, Midna’s hair transformed into a have fingered hand and easily broke the chain holding her new pet in place. “Let's get out of here and enjoy some more fun.” Little did the Imp know that the “puppy” she released planned on making her into his personal bitch.