Legend of Zelda: The Gerudo In Green (Patreon)

The land of Hyrule was a place of many mysteries. No matter how far people explored, there was always some secret or legend that no one else had heard of. There were monsters, magic, and strange weather that kept people from going completely everywhere, with strange races settling in the various areas that had adapted to live there. Even the gorons of Mount Doom were fat, gravely creatures that enjoyed the taste of rock and relished in the heat of molten lava.

Among these strange and exotic races was the Gerudo. They were a race of desert folk, most famous for being a species made almost completely out of females. Many giggled whispers traveled the land, fantasizing about such a place, but the Gerudo were never one to be taken lightly. They say that a male was born once every thousand years, and any other males were to be executed for even setting foot inside their village. So as their women matured, they were taught about men (known as "voe" in their local language) and how to deal with them. Their dated knowledge about hylian culture was sometimes laughable, but it served them well enough to leave, mate, and return. Even when properly married, they would have to leave their village to see their husbands or fathers. It was part of why Mira had kept her secret...

Linkle woke up to another regular day in Gerudo Village, stretching in her warm bed of thin fabrics. She shook out her delicate, shoulder-length golden hair and ran a hand down her pale face, scratching behind her pointed ears. They made her look strange for a Gerudo, but it wasn't unheard of. Mataka had taken heavily after her Hylian ancestry and had rather fair skin herself. She climbed out of bed, pulling on her silky pants and small top of dark green colors. She gave her face a quick wash before rushing down the steps of her stone house to her dinner. Her mother Mira had a bowl of fruit and freshly cooked bird on the table, which Linkle dug into voraciously.

"Sav'otta! Always so hungry, Linkle" Mira laughed. Her muscular mother was tall and dark like most of the Gerudo of the village. Dark red hair was kept in a lengthy ponytail that rested between a bare back and strong shoulder blades. "I don't know where you put it all, little one."

"She just wants it before I eat it all!" Linkle's sister Doro reached out with her fork and stole a slice of melon off of Linkle's plate. She took after her mother, if more thick than purely muscular. She was only a couple years older than Linkle, but still had over a foot on her in height and arms twice as thick as her pale sister. While clearly wide in build, she had biceps that bulged with minor effort and defined abs below large and soft breasts.

"Hey, no fair!" Linkle just grabbed two more apples in her hands and started munching them down as fast as she could. "I need it to grow up like the rest of you! And it's fuel for training!"

"You're a Gerudo," Mira assured her as she kissed her smaller daughter on top of her head. "You’re already plenty strong. You'll grow up someday. There's no need to rush it."

Their morning went on as usual. There was schooling, which to the Gerudo was almost completely physical training. Linkle stood tall and ready the entire time, making up for the fact that she was easily the shortest in her class. She was very lean and muscular for her size and age, but clearly behind her sisters in that capacity as well. The girls her age were already developing bulging biceps compared to her slim runner’s build. It made her try that much harder to close the gap, and indeed, her classmates found her to be an incredible challenge. She was always among the top of her ranks through what appeared to be raw effort alone. In wrestling, she fought with unmatched ferocity to sit on her rivals and pin them with leverage. In weapons practice, her dulled spear found its way past the longer reach and stronger blows of her opponent to take them off their longer legs. She even came in second whenever there was a foot race around the city grounds; Ziva tended to win ever since she had that growth spurt and grew 6 feet tall when she was 14 and had legs like a horse.

Of course, Doro was always much stronger and sturdier than she was. She was glad to have her sister keeping her on her toes and pushing herself. She always went on their run through the desert after they broke for lunch, just exploring the dunes while the sun was starting to cool down behind some clouds.

The way was usually safe under the eye of the village guards, but something seemed to guide Linkle that day. She suddenly veered off their common path, sliding down the hill of sand ahead of Doro. "Hey! You slippery little runt!" her big sister called after her. She turned more clumsily than her pale and nimble sibling, but leaned back with the hill as she tried to catch up. Linkle giggled and looked back at her, leaning and poking her short wooden staff into the ground to kick up more sand and direct herself into a gentle turn. She thought she'd lost her behind the veil of sand, but Doro was sharper than she looked sometimes. The husky Gerudo pounced through the sands and tackled Linkle, sending them tumbling down the hill as they laughed and wrestled all the way.

They finally came to a stop on the warm sand with a muted thud. There was some fumbled grabbing for each other's hands before Doro caught Linkly by the wrists, pinning her little sister's arms down. "Gotcha!" she gloated, but Linkle leaned her head up to bite firmly on the rich brown flesh of her dangling breast. Doro yelped as one of the few weaknesses of her bulky body was exploited, the busty sister recoiling and grabbing her chest. Linkle quickly got a grip beneath Doro's armpit and kicked up at her leg. The leverage rolled them over once more until Linkle was sitting on Doro's chest. Pinning her by the biggest things on the already hefty girl left her stuck in the sand, squirming and kicking but unable to get her back off of the ground.

"Alright! Surrender!" Doro grunted, laying back more lazily. Linkle giggled and shuffled back off of her. She was always pleased to beat a fellow Gerudo who was bigger than her, but especially so when it was her sister. She'd only started beating Doro at wrestling in the last year or so, which felt great after looking up to her all the rest of her life.

"Got you again! Now you know the rules!"

“Don’t have to remind me,” the darker sister said with no real annoyance in her voice as she gingerly rubbed one of her breasts). Linkle slipped down her silky pants, spreading them behind her in a practiced motion. It was something the two of them did for a long time now, rather than risk getting sand in somewhere unpleasant. Her thin but strong legs spread out as she giggled. The fresh blonde bush blended into her fair skin, hardly showing above her tight pussy.

Doro smiled fondly at her little sister as she went on with their little game. It was just a source of fun and a little extra training at first, but had become bonding experience for the siblings. It wasn’t hard to figure out Linkle’s insecurity with her body compared to the other girls her age, and it seemed to provide her some solace. And different or not, she certainly had an appealing body as far as Doro was concerned. There were some Gerudo who found shortness attractive since it reminded them of the outsider voes, and she was certainly strong and muscled for her size. Doro kissed the base of the paler sister’s abs, making her shiver before she moved lower. 

Linkle emitted a few soft gasps as her sister ate her out. Doro wasn't losing to her frequently, but the Gerudo tended to fool around and she was older and more experienced in such intimate games. Doro showed her expertise as she teased her broad and hawk-like nose against Linkle's labia. She loved how the blonde's toes curled from the light touch and the feel of her breath while Doro breathed in her familiar scent, amplified and sweetened by the direct proximity to her womanhood.

"You even smell strong, Esa," Doro teased gently, using their word for sister as she kissed just outside of Linkle's pussy lips. The blonde squealed softly, fidgeting in her seat against the dune as she clearly grew more excited. Her fingers dug into the sand anxiously, biting her slim lips so that Doro knew she couldn't stand to wait for long.

"Please... go on," Linkle mewled.

Doro chuckled lowly. "You've been waiting for this, little one," she said before pressing her full lips and thick tongue into Linkle's slit. Her whole body instantly shuddered, bucking her hips against her tan sister's face. Linkle moved a hand to steady herself by a handful of Doro's braids, which made her arm pump as her face moved up and down. The difference in their size showed itself again as Doro's tongue nearly filled Linkle's pussy, massaging her growing clitoris from many angles. Doro's drool and her sister's pussy juices ran into a small dark trail of moisture in the sand as her cunnilingus grew more hungry and passionate. She was pushing deeper, as indicated by her big boobs grinding up and down against Linkle's knees.

"Do you like your prize, champion?" Doro purred as she briefly parted her lips to look up at her sister's face. Linkle was all blush and parted lips, nodding weakly before she pushed Doro back down. She chuckled lowly enough to vibrate her clitoris. It felt so intense and empowering while acting as a reward for all her hard work. Her hands grabbed Doro's braids like a set of reigns, ready to burst any moment.

"Yes... yes, harder. Doro, I'm so-"

"AHHHH!" A feminine cry cut through the air, but it wasn't Linkle's. Something immediately reacted in her head.

"Wait. What was that?" Linkle pushed her sister's face away and jumped to her feet. Hastily pulling her silky pants back on she grabbed her buckler and staff and ran towards the noise.

“What?! Are you serious!?” Dora called after her. Linkle went on scaling another dune before she saw the source of the noise. Some travelers on a wagon had their wheel stuck in a sinkhole. A few armored men had been trying to move it while a young woman sat on the cart. Linkle couldn't see all of her under the shadows of her cloak and thick dress (obviously an outsider if she was wearing such a silly thing it in the desert), but soft blue eyes, pointed ears, and grey-blue skin stood out despite all the cover. She looked pretty enough to make Linkle's heart skip.

They were just starting to stop pushing and draw weapons as a number of multicolored moblins and bokoblins stormed towards them. They were ugly, dimwitted and savage creatures, but they were strong and cunning enough to know an easy target when they saw it.

The bokoblins were a bit shorter than Linkle, pig-faced ape things of red and blue coloring. They were more obnoxious than deadly if handled carefully. The moblins were a (literally) bigger deal. They were larger, stronger, and dumber than their ‘oblin kin, but they still tended to lead their gangs by virtue of being taller. Two huge, long-faced, black-skinned creatures stood 8 feet tall and wielded small trees as clubs in their loping limbs as they stormed the cart.

"Caz'ra!" Doro cursed as she caught up to her sister. "We need to get the guards."

"They won't last! C'mon!" Linkle charged down the hill, running until her her feet started to sink into the sand. She stooped into her sliding position, skating down the sand. With one loud "HAAAA!" she took a long leap over the cart and smashed a bokoblin between the eyes with her staff. The pudgy little thing let out a comical squeal before it crumbled into an unconscious heap.

Another of them struck down one of the armored Hylian guards before turning to Linkle. As the loudest and most dangerous person in the area, it turned to jab at her with its sword. Linkle brushed it aside with her buckler just before Doro caught up. She lifted the monster off its feet, palming the bokoblin by its entire skull. She thumped its face once into the side of the cart and left it dangling limply, catching the sword as it fell from its claws.

"You are nuts, you know that?!" she scolded her sister, but she still swept her sword to drive back a few of the attacking monsters. One moblin was dumb enough to charge at her with a slurred snarl, but Doro slashed it across the thigh. It didn't register the pain quickly enough, crying out instead when its leg gave out and it tumbled to one side.

The remaining pair of guards stepped up with their shields raised, but Linkle advanced even further on the bokoblins. She spun and twirled her staff, smacking one in the side while busting open another’s nose in a spurt of black blood. “I’ve got them! Get her out of here!” Linkle ordered. The guards moved to oblige, and as a pair of bokoblins moved to attack their backs, Linkle jabbed her staff’s tip into the ground and spun in one rapid whirl. It kicked up what was practically a whirlpool of sand, blinding the monsters in its cloud so she could thrust her staff into a bokoblin’s ear before knocking the wind from a moblin’s stomach. 

The guards were still trying to budge the cart when Doro kicked one of the lesser monsters to the ground. She stuck the sword into the sand and pushed the men out of the way, the towering teenager bracing her shoulders under the wagon’s edge and giving a loud grunt of effort. Despite all the noise, the wagon lifted completely, startling the horses but hefting it all out in one firm burst. “Was that so hard?” she snapped. “Now get going!”

The blue woman in the robe stared over at the brawling Linkle. There were another dozen of the monsters left, despite how quickly she darted between them blocking and swinging. The blonde warrior girl looked back up at her, feeling like everything froze for a moment as their eyes met just before their cart took off like a shot. “Thank you!” the girl shouted back. “I’ll never forget you!”

Linkle felt herself gain a goofy smile before Doro threw a meaty shoulder into a pair of guarding bokoblins, sending them flying back. “Nice work. Now what?!” she asked, eying their six to one odds.

“Fight smart. Maybe try to make a path back to the village and run for it?” Linkle offered uncertainly.

It had potential, but then one of the smaller monsters pulled out a hollow piece of bone. Linkle's eyes widened as it sucked in air to blow it like a horn and call for more of them. She already didn't like their odds. She was about to lunge for it when something grabbed it right out of its hands.

A large, clawed hand that appeared to be made of moving shadow had burst from the ground, wiggling around like a ribbon in the breeze apart from its firmly gripping fingers. The bokoblin stared up at it along with Linkle and Doro when a second one burst out, punching one of the moblins across the face and knocking it out cold. More of the hands sprang up from the ground, throwing and bashing the 'oblins around but seeming to miss the gerudo siblings by coincidence.

"You didn't learn magic when I wasn't looking, did you?" Doro shouted over the mayhem.

"N-no. I don't know what this..." Linkle was cut off as the ground shook. The sand shifted suddenly, as if some massive trap door opened beneath them. She yelped as she started to slide down, Doro grabbing her by the wrist and trying to keep her footing on the shifting sand.

"Linkle! I got you!" she shouted, despite clearly struggling to maintain both her balance and her grip. The body of one of the moblins slammed into Doro's back, sending the two of them falling down the sandy sinkhole and into the darkness below.

Linkle woke up in a pile of sand. She groaned as she saw some of the sunlight coming down through an opening overhead. It wasn’t as large as the sinkhole had made her think, just a few feet across in either direction. She brushed about a pound of sand off of herself, looking around what seemed to be some underground ruins. She had heard that there were some ancient ones laying around the desert, but nobody quite knew who made them or what for. 

“Hello?” she called tentatively. She was a bit sore, but largely unhurt. She looked where she had landed and figured the sinking sand had broken her fall. She shivered, rubbing her naked arms. She’d never been somewhere so cold during the day.

“Linkle!” Doro’s voice called back, but it sounded distant. “Where are you?!”

“Uh… a big underground room. Where are you?”

“Different… underground room, I guess? You alright?”

“Yea. You?”

“I got sand in my vura hole, but otherwise, yea. Keep talking! I’ll come get you!”

Linkle looked around the room as she started softly singing an old Gerudo tune. She heard Doro’s footsteps now and then, but it was hard to tell which of the old and half-collapsed rooms and halls it came from. She walked around the chamber in her slippers, looking at some strange and angular carvings of what seemed to be warriors and monsters. She jumped when she heard something clatter, but she looked to find it as just a loose piece of stone falling from the ceiling. She sighed in relief, though she saw something else; it was a sword. It looked old and ornate, but it had a blade like silver and an elaborately detailed handle of dark blue. It was wedged tip-first into the top of a raised set of stairs, perched on a platform just a bit bigger than the sword’s hilt.

“Doro… I found a sword. It’s… just sitting there. Looking important.”

“Really!?” her sister called back. “Sweet! That sounds cool. Try to steal it!”

“Kay!” That was all Linkle needed to climb up the sandy steps and take the blade by its handle. It slid from its slot with a soft sound of steel cutting through stone. It was long, dusty and worn dull, but surprisingly lightweight. Linkle gave it a few testing swings, smiling at the unusually comfortable grip on the long sword. It almost distracted her from the shadows that began to creep out of the slot where the sword had been. Linkle jolted back, making her slip on the old step and land on her butt. "Oh c'rap! Oh c'rap! Doro! It's the bad kind of sword!" she shouted before the shadows wrapped around her lower body like one long, dark snake. Linkle winced as it seemed to ball up near her shoulder, solidifying as a small but concentrated weight began to press on his shoulder.

"So THERE you are! Kind of scrawny for a hero, ain't ya?"

Linkle looked up to see that the rest of the shadows had vanished. Sitting on his shoulder was an impish little creature, her skin largely black, but some long streaks of silver-gray ran from her belly and looped its way up to her face. She grinned with long, dull fangs, a single yellow and red eye peeking out from behind a mass of red-blonde hair that formed bangs and a long braid. Despite just surpassing two feet in height, her build was incredibly pear-shaped. Round little breasts marked the slick and shiny skin of her chest while a rather wide ass rested on Linkle's shoulder.

Linkle shrieked and jumped to her feet, pointing the sword at the imp. The blackish creature hovered in the air as if Linkle was still there, raising her only visible eyebrow before she floated higher. She spoke again in her slightly shrill and cocky little voice. "Whoa, seriously? Gerudo clothes on a boy? I gotta say, it looks good on ya."

"What!? I'm a girl!" Linkle insisted, holding the sword out stiffly.

"What?! No way," the creature scoffed. "I was clearly told a Hero of Courage would draw the sword when Power rose to claim Wisdom and bring the world to darkness. 'Hero' as in masculine. C'mon! Lemme see!" The imp floated closer, making Linkle wave the crusty old sword at her. To her surprise, the imp's hair floated up and formed a hand, catching the sword around the blade in a hairy fist. She floated undisturbed up to Linkle's belly, pulling on the waist of her silken pants.

"Whoa! Hero, I'd see a doctor about that! I would have thought you'd be packin'!" The imp cackled in delight before a dense THUMP interrupted her. Her skin shimmered as if it was some kind of rippling liquid, but her eye rolled as she fell off onto the sandy floor. The thrown rock landed right next to her as Doro stepped into the room, scowling and holding another large chunk of rubble in her hand.

"Get your hands off my sister, you little creep!" she snapped, raising the other rock when Linkle jumped in her way. She was blushing by the time she got between them.

"Hey! Easy! I think she just confused me for somebody else! She called me a hero."

Doro looked between her sister and the dizzied little gremlin. "A hero? What's that?"

"It's like a heroine, but for voe," Linkle explained quickly. "They do big important things."

"Yea," the imp added as she floated a few inches off the ground and dusted off some sand. "Heroes are the brave and strong types. To be honest, I'd say biggie over there would look more the hero type if not for the jumbo titties."

"Hey!" Doro raised her rock again as the imp waved her dark hands pleadingly.

"Hey yourself! I meant it as a compliment! A little brute force goes a long way on an adventure!" She floated up to eye level and cleared her throat formally. "Listen. We got off on the wrong foot. Let's not go pointing fingers at who peeked at whose junk or who called whose titties enormous..."

"You did," the Gerudo sisters interrupted in perfect harmony.

"So let's start over. I'm Midna, the sealed princess of twilights and assigned guide to the Hero of Courage. The one who's... well... the one who's SUPPOSED to be wielding that sword right now."

Linkle looked down at the ancient blade and gave it another lazy swing. "What? This old thing?"

"It was a lot more impressive a thousand years ago," Midna grumbled. "All the more reason you might not be who we're looking for."

"Why not?" Linkle asked, jabbing it at some imaginary foe as she got a handle for the thing. She swung at an old collapsed pillar, just for a sliver of the blade to chip off. The pale Gerudo paused and then quickly stuffed the chunk of sword into her pouch.

"Well for one thing, the blade has to be in its true former glory to battle the forces of darkness," Midna objected. "It should have... I dunno. Burst into light and healed itself or something when the real hero drew it."

"Hey, don't blame her for your crummy old sword," Doro defended.

"Also, heroes are strong and masters of every weapon. Seasoned through trials and training..."

Midna's hair moved again, but this time it was from the wind. Linkle had drawn and thrown her staff so that the head of the weapon struck the wall right behind Midna. The stick whirled through the air back at her as Linkle threw out a hand and caught it again. "Top fighter in my class," she explained proudly. "I've beaten sisters twice my size before."

"Well... they go on adventures! Exploring where people have never gone before!" Midna sputtered.

Linkle looked around at the sandy cave. "Where do you think we are now? The marketplace?"

"Uh... of course, heroes go around rescuing princesses and doing good deeds!"

"I mean, we set you free and you said you’re a princess... hey, do you think that lady we rescued was a princess?" Linkle asked, looking up at Doro.

"She had a bunch of guards with fancy symbols on their armor. Maybe," her sister conceded.

"And she had that pretty blue skin..." Linkle sighed.

"Wait... blue skin?" Midna furrowed her brow in thought.

"Well... yea. I couldn't see much besides her face. She was in this big heavy robe all curled up inside when the monsters showed up..."

"Like a zora?" Midna pressed. Linkle shrugged. "Do you guys not know what a zora is?!"

"I haven't really gone far beyond the village," Linkle confessed.

Midna shook her head. "Right. Gerudos and your weirdo desert hermits... well, they're like fish people. They don't do so well out in the desert, for obvious reasons. So the idea that they'd be out here is ridiculous."

"Unless they were desperate." Doro rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Who's this forces of darkness lady supposed to be anyway?"

Midna groaned. "Look, I'm gonna make this a lot easier for you. The prophecy is..." Her eyes began to glow red as runes of light sprang up along her body. Ancient text glowed and appeared in the air above her as she spoke in a louder, deeper voice.

"When the ancient evil wakes, Power will bind Wisdom and keep it from its proper place. As a link out of place clad in green, only the Hero of Courage may restore the world from darkness into light by wielding the true Master Sword against the armies of evil! Sand to mountain and sky and sea, evil falls to the Triforce and sets all free!"

Midna abruptly stopped glowing and frowned at the girls. "So there! Does that sound like either of you?"

Linkle kicked at a stone idly. "I mean, I'm wearing my green clothes today..."

Doro shook her head. "Alright, look. The point is you're awake. We have the sword. You can stay in this hole and argue or we can go and find someone who might actually know about this kind of thing."

"Really? You have a sage that remembers this kind of thing?" Midna asked curiously.

"Yea, sorta."

Doro had found a tunnel that lead out while searching for Linkle. They made their way back to the village, but aside from some sparse tracks, they found no sign of the fleeing cart or the monsters. They returned home with the sword in hand, and Midna hiding inside of Linkle's shadow.

"Hi, mom? I have a question," Linkle called as they arrived.

"Your MOM!? This is horse shit!" Midna hissed quietly from her shadow.

"Shh!"

They recounted the afternoon's events to Mira while Midna waited in the shadows (literally, since she could apparently dip into them as if they were deep pools). Mira sat and nodded along with the story quite calmly for all that had happened.

At last, she sighed. "I was waiting for this day," Mira mused as she went to one of her cupboards. She dug around until she returned with what looked like a green stocking cap and handed it to Linkle. "I was planning to tell you when you grew tall enough to find it, but I suppose now is as good a time as any..." Linkle squeezed the cap tensely as her eyes widened. "Linkle... you were not born in Gerudo Village."

"NO WAY!" Linkle blurted as her mind was blown away. "How's that possible?! I never would have guessed!"

"Oh come on," groaned the low voice in her shadow.

"I mean... I'd guessed that," Doro mumbled calmly. "I just didn't want to say anything..."

"But I'm strong and fast like a Gerudo!" Linkle pointed out. "And I we've even got the photo of me in my veils from my uhvalata ceremony!"

"Yes, my love," Mira assured gently, taking her hands and holding them across the table. "You are and remain Gerudo, but it is not blood that makes one a Gerudo. I found you by the oasis one day when you were a baby. You were so tiny and pale," her mother said with a nostalgic smile. "You were tucked inside that little cap, so happy to see me. I convinced the chieftain to let me raise you as one of our own and loved you since the day I found you."

Mira tapped a finger on the tip of the cap. "There was a note left with it. It was written in the language of some other kingdom, but my sister translated it: 'Please see that she grows to become a great hero.' I think this is finally time to do as you were destined to do."

Linkle's eyes were wide and leaking a few tears. "That's all super cheesy, mom," she sniffled as she smiled. "But thanks for telling me." She wiped her eyes with the cap and was about to blow her nose when Doro urged her hand back down and handed her a handkerchief. "Do you really think I can be a hero, then?"

"If I had to decide," Mira smiled gently. "I would place my faith in you over our strongest general."

"So what? You're just going to go after the blue princess?" Doro asked. Mira just shook her head.

"Linkle would need to appeal to the guards for permission to go on her quest, but I don't see why they would refuse," Mira admitted. "She is not of marrying age for another year, but a trip for great glory of our people should be acceptable."

"It's too dangerous to go alone," Doro added. "I'm coming with. No way my runty sister will last that long out in the land full of voe. You'd just get lovesick and get married instead of going on your adventure!"

"I would not! You'll be the one falling for every voe until you're just a big pregnant sand seal!" Linkle teased back, kicking and shoving at her sister while starting to giggle.

Mira sighed as she smiled at her squabbling daughters. "It'll be so quiet while you're out. Perhaps I'll go see your father while you're all so busy." She chuckled and ruffled Linkle's hair as she went to start dinner. "Just hurry back or you may find you're not the youngest sister anymore!"

Linkle was up late packing for her adventure before she went to bed. She stretched out and watched the stars, wide awake with excitement when Midna poked her head out from her shadows. “Hey, kid."

"Who are you calling a kid? I'm twice as big as you." Linkle was feeling more excited and confident after hearing her strange origins. It left her with questions, but it did sound suitably dramatic. And it did explain a few things, like her short stature compared to the rest of her family.

"I'm still older than you! I was trapped in that seal longer than I can remember. Besides, I'm short but I'm stacked!" She floated out of Linkle's shadow with a little wobbling noise. She wiggled her hips and morphed her hand into a hand that proudly slapped her booty. They shared a smile before Midna scratched her head awkwardly. The hair turned into a hand and itched her hand back.

"Look, I just wanted to apologize about before. I kind of overslept and I was expecting this big handsome guy to pull the sword... just a lot of things didn't go like I expected."

"Like forgetting to wear pants?" Linkle asked, sitting up in her bed so she could rest her arms on her knees. Midna looked down at her bare, black and gray bottom.

"Huh? Oh, nah. I was always like this. Feels good to air it out a little."  The little imp bent over and grabbed her ankles, lifting them up past her pointed ears as she floated in the air. Linkle had to giggle especially considering that she'd been getting oral sex from her sister out in the desert earlier that day. She was surprised to note that while the imp didn't have much for anatomical details (fingernails and nipples, mainly), she had a pink slit between her chubby thighs complete with a pudgy little gray clitoris poking out near the top.

"Anyways, like I was saying," Midna said as she drifted back into the shadows. "I just wanted to make a proper apology. Y'know, from imp to person."

"Well, apology accepted, I guess," Linkle said as Midna vanished up to her chest into the shadow.

"Well wait until the actual apology, you dork," Midna scoffed. She slid through the shadow like a curvy little shark in water, ducking under the thin sheets of Linkle's bed and burying her face into her pussy.

"Ahh!" Linkle squeaked in surprise, grabbing at Midna's head. The imp was buried in too deep in the crotch of Linkle's sleep pants to budge, so she ended up just holding her there. "What do you think you're doing!?" she asked in a hushed voice.

"Apologizing. Why, how do humans do it?" Midna asked as she managed to squirm her face back out of the Gerudo girl's groin. She was already working her little fingers into the waistband of Linkle's pants to pull them down.

"We just say it!" she hissed back, but Midna gave a firm yank that brought her pants down to her knees. "You don't have t- oohhhhhh, shivat!" For such a pudgy little creature, her tongue was long and thick. It slid deep into Linkle's slit, filling her much like Doro's had before. It did feel more... flexible. It wriggled and flexed, flicking around like a snake's in and out of the imp's lips in a rapid pumping motion. Her mouth hung open, stunned by the pleasure as she looked down at the unexpected lover. Midna's red eyes gleamed with a confident pride as she pressed herself deep enough that she lifted her round bum into the air. It wiggled temptingly behind her as she flexed her tongue, wrapping around one side of Linkle's clit and rubbing it against her teeth.

Linkle was already soaking wet. Midna knew just what she was doing, and her little mouth found its way into all sorts of strange angles and parts of her folds. Linkle had forgotten just how much she had been wound up from playing with Doro after practice, and it was coming back to haunt her fast. The pale little Gerudo bit her lip as she started humping in time with Midna's licks. The imp smiled, making her lips rub across her pussy as Linkle grabbed onto the pillows behind her. Anything to relieve the pressure just a little.

Midna finished her by opening her mouth wider than Linkle would have imagined that she could. Her wide mouth covered Linkle's pussy and then some, giving a wet and loud sucking noise as her tongue worked overtime. It flexed while pumping in and out of Linkle like a jackhammer. The muscular little blonde bit back a scream, releasing a husky grunt as her fingers dug into the pillow and heels into the mattress. She squirted heavily, not that anyone else but her or Midna could tell as the imp's large tongue and mouth devoured anything she produced. Midna moaned hungrily while Linkle stifled her orgasmic grunts. The imp slurped up her juices until she removed herself with a wet popping sound.

"Mmm! Been a while since I had Gerudo honey," Midna noted cheerily. The happy imp burped as she floated up above the panting Gerudo.

"I so needed that," Linkle muttered, laying her blushing face back on her pillow.

“You think that was good? You should see what I’m saving for seconds.”

Linkle’s eyes widened as she stared  at the grinning, floating figure. “You can do it more than once?!” Midna laughed merrily and flashed the blonde a pointy grin.

“Oh, you’re gonna be a fun one. Here. Lay back and spread em.” Linkle did as she was asked while Midna floated over her head. She turned her hair back into a large yellow hand, flexing her fingers testingly before extending two of them. “Are you gonna be quite for this?” she asked in warning. Linkle was too excited to lie, so she shook her head. “Good!”

Midna abruptly dropped down, planting her wide black ass on Linkle’s face. It seemed to do its intended job, because Linkle let out a few protests that were lost against the hefty cheeks. She had no idea how such a little thing could get so damn heavy!

With any noise Linkle might have made taken care of, Midna's hair set to work between her legs. The large magical fingers pumped and spread wider as they massaged inside Linkle’s pussy. The imp loved watching the little blonde twitch as her compact muscles tensed, and of course the vibrations from her moans and shouts beneath her. She had clearly never had anything as big as Midna’s special variety of fingering, but that was to be expected with a society with a pretty strict “no boys allowed” policy. 

“Easy down there!” Midna giggled. “I’m gonna go flying off if you buck any harder! And then how will I be able to keep on having all this fun with you?” Linkle just mewled something softly, her body shivering but starting to relax beneath her. More than likely, she was just bottling it up until she could let it out later. Midna wiggled her hips over Linkle’s face, spreading her hair into several thinner digits that sought out the blonde’s clitoris and attacked it from various directions. Linkle let out a needy whine beneath her as her hips arched off of the bed.

“There’s a good girl. Little bit louder now. Not like anyone can hear you through this big ol’ butt,” Midna chimed happily. Her ass was not only big, but sensitive. It wasn’t clear if it was because of her strange biology or just personal tastes, but the girl’s lips and tongue brushing against her asshole was getting her off as badly as if it had been her own pussy. She started to grind in time with Linkle’s bucking hips, bouncing her butt on the Hylian as her fangs bit her lip. She was reaching her peak as she brought her hair together into one thick appendage, pumping Linkle’s slit like a comically oversized cock. Her hard nipples poking at Midna’s chubby thighs, Linkle let out one last piercing squeal that vibrated up Midna’s hips. She squirted into the bedsheets once more, Midna’s eyes rolling back in pleasure while her horny hero came and she finally slid her sticky wet hair back out of her.

“Oooh, I knew you were gonna be fun!” Midna laughed. “Come on, just a little long-” 

There was a cracking sound as Midna felt the butt of Doro’s spear smack into her head. She went flying across the room, bounced off the wall, and landed face-first in one of the empty pots they used for food. Her upper half fell right in, but her wide hips got stuck in the opening. It left her dark little pussy spread out as her stubby legs kicked around.

“Linkle! You okay?” Doro asked as she went to her panting sister. “She was trying to suffocate you!”

“Huh?” Linkle panted in her dazed afterglow. Her hips were still shuddering from the echoes of pleasure. “What? Doro, no! She was… uh…” Linkle blushed as she pulled up her pants. “Helping.”

“We were fuckin’ around!” Midna snapped, echoing inside her pot. “Don’t even tell me you Gerudos don’t do stuff like that!”

Doro frowned at the imp’s wiggling butt and went over to give it a slap. “It doesn’t mean fuck my sister when I’m in the next bed over!” she corrected curtly.

“It was really good though,” Linkle muttered.

“Not an excuse!” Doro huffed.

“Well can you at least let me finish?!” Midna shouted, her thick little legs still swinging around. “I’m wet as an oasis over here!”

“Here. Help yourself.” Doro stuffed the handle of a wooden spoon into Midna’s pussy, making the imp jump and squeal as it was sheathed deep inside her. Doro stomped back to Linkle and curled up in bed with her, hugging her protectively before they both went off to sleep. While they were grateful for the lack of drama over the matter, Midna was angry to find out that their mother slept like a stone. She’d be no help in getting her unstuck.

The next morning was a blur of activity. Such a mysterious incident captivated the chieftain and her advisors, so they were quick to allow the journey if the girls wished. Mira packed them up all the food and supplies she could gather, shedding a few tears but smiling proudly as her big strong girls were ready to make their way out into the world. Linkle gathered up her clothes for the journey, but as an afterthought she took the old green cap she was found in and tugged it down over her hair. Midna got over being Doro’s pinata the other night, hiding out in Linkle’s shadow for the morning until they were on the road. It wasn’t hard for them to find where the sinkhole was and what direction the cart must have gone to. Their direction clear, the sisters, the imp and the broken old sword made their way off to the east and whatever parts of Hyrule waited in that direction.