Thread: The 'Legend' of Zelda (SnowGlassRoses)

Such wonderful amusement! Ganondorf sat upon the newly claimed throne with excitement wide upon his face, deep within his eyes, watching the now-commoner Zelda stripped and shamed within the very home she grew up in. Listening to her whimpers. Savoring her tears. But it wasn't her being forced to bare all that excited him, at least not in the sense it would most. She was lovely, gorgeous even, Ganondorf could not miss her flawless skin or her golden strands in his excitement, nor the young, firm breasts or the patch of womanhood curling outward from the apex of her thighs. These were visions that he would recall later, another time, visions that he had every right to care only for now, but later. No, now he savored instead Zelda's humiliation, her degrading, her transforming from a life of luxury to the life of a peasant. No, worse - a prisoner. His bellowing laughter was still able to be heard as the guards pulled her through the hallways, echoing, fading, yet ever-present. Whether she kept up of her own will or had to be dragged along the floor was up to her, Zelda's beautiful long hair firmly in the grip of a moblin captor. Truly she was light enough compared to the large, muscled beastman, and truly he cared little enough that such a thing wasn't hard to imagine, especially so with what was to come next. Boars. Huge, meaty boars, as big as any horse and twice as wide. Such were the chosen mounts of Ganondorf's forces, they not tamed so much as saddled and taught to heel. Four stood about in the courtyard out Hyrule Castle's main doors and down its marble steps, their jowls coated in saliva, their tusks sharp and chipped. It was here Zelda's insistent escorts separated, some pulling her by the hair over to these beasts, one retrieving something from the furthest boar's saddle, and another disappearing around a corner entirely. Caring little for any protest she may have been giving, and finally talking to one another now in a tone seemingly jovial, the moblins leaned down to take hold of Zelda's legs now in addition to her hair. What the one retrieved from a saddle turned out to be rope, a rope he'd went ahead and tied one end firmly around the creature. The other was brought over to the Hylian who would soon find it around her ankles and calves. What happened then didn't take much imagination, but often times the simple things were the most enjoyable. The moblin who had disappeared for a minute returned from around a bend with several torches in hand, giving one to each of his fellow guards. The jovial tones increased. And all of a sudden, in an explosion, in a bolt from the sky they all ran to boars, grunting, shouting, waving the hot flames at the boars' backends. In turn they shrieked, squealing, and started off in a furious run. For three of the boars it was a matter of simply getting away. For the fourth, when he took off Zelda was pulled by the rope with him, and her lily white skin was instantly being pulled through bushes, across stone walkways, back and forth past the fountain, and through numerous large pools of mud. Ganondorf was laughing still, a low chuckle with arms folded across his chest, watching through a window high in the castle. He watched as the moblins chased the boars around the courtyard, waving their torches, sending the beasts squealing and running again and again. Ruling a kingdom could wait. This moment was priceless.