“How are you enjoying your meal, Princess? You’ve barely even touched your wine.”
 
Princess Zelda grits her teeth as Ganondorf’s smoky, rich voice fills her ears. She supposes that he thinks he’s being suave by acting like this, but it’s kind of hard to see him as a gentleman when the tyrant has not only conquered her kingdom but also captured her and taken her prisoner.
 
This entire situation is a farce. Seated at a dining table across from the hulking Gerudo Male, Zelda of Hyrule knows that she’s not some guest. She’s Ganondorf’s hostage, plain and simple.
 
Still, if nothing else… a little bit of wine will make having to deal with him slightly more tolerable. And it’s not like she’d ever willingly sleep with him, no matter how drunk she got or how hard he tried to seduce her.
 
Snatching up her untouched wine glass, Zelda takes a long pull from it, all while glaring daggers at Ganondorf across the table. In response, the dark-skinned Gerudo gives her a wicked grin.
 
“That’s better, Princess. You know, your confinement doesn’t have to be rough. If you merely cooperate with me, I can assure you that you’ll have a better time in my company than you would otherwise. All you have to do is stop being so defiant and-!”
 
As he’s been talking, Zelda’s hackles have been rising more and more. Does he think that just because she’s had a few gulps of wine, she’s going to nod her head and agree with the ridiculous things he’s saying? She’s more than ready to lambast and tear into him, but before she gets the chance, Ganondorf is cut off mid-word by a ping from his belt.
 
Snarling, the conquering tyrant looks down and then stands up, sneering angrily.
 
“It would seem there are some rebels that have earned my personal attention.”
 
For a brief moment, she gets to see him for what he really is, how she truly knows him. A monster and a tyrant, a brutal evil villain who has put his boot on the neck of her people. And then he’s all smiles again as he looks to her.
 
“You know, Princess… if you were to submit to me willingly, your people would as well. You could save them all from themselves if you merely came with me and told them the folly of their rebellious ways.”
 
Zelda stiffens at that. Perhaps it’s the wine loosening her tongue, but she doesn’t hesitate to respond with a barbed tone.
 
“I will never submit to you, Ganondorf. Nor will the people of Hyrule.”
 
His nostrils flare and for a second she thinks she might have crossed the line with him. But rather than do anything to her, the Gerudo Male just laughs.
 
“Well… think it over, woman. But know that my patience is not limitless.”

And with that, he’s gone. Zelda grits her teeth as he vanishes, before looking back at the food-laden table. Then, after a moment, she looks over her shoulder, behind her.
 
“… You might as well join me and eat too. Frankly, you’re better company than him anyways.”
 
Ganondorf hadn’t left her entirely alone, of course. Zelda had a jailer, a guard who followed her everywhere and kept an eye on her. Specifically, it was a hulking red bokoblin.
 
Zelda had taken to calling her bokoblin guard ‘Boko’, mostly because besides making grunting sounds like ‘gwah’ and ‘bweh’, the only other sound he could make was ‘boko’.
 
“Gwah?”
 
Boko the bokoblin blinks and looks around for a moment before pointing at himself questioningly, making Zelda smile just a little bit.
 
“Yes you, silly. You’ve been standing guard since Ganondorf demanded I dine with him. You must be hungry by now, so come eat.”
 
And if she was maybe trouncing all over her captor’s pride by letting one of his lowly bokoblin guards eat from HIS table… well that was just a nice little cherry on top, wasn’t it? After a beat, Boko shrugs and meanders his way over. The bokoblin doesn’t even bother using a plate. He just grabs a bunch of food and begins stuffing it in his mouth as Zelda watches, an errant giggle managing to escape her lips.
 
Ah… what she wouldn’t give to be as carefree as her bokoblin guard. Boko wasn’t a bad sort. Not in the same way Ganondorf was. But… he was also simple. Complex thoughts were a bit too much for bokoblins as far as the Princess knew. Still, she appreciated his company a lot more than she did Ganondorf’s.
 
Taking another long draw of wine, Zelda is surprised when she realizes her glass is empty a moment later. She hadn’t thought she’d had quite so much yet… but with Ganondorf away anyways, it wasn’t like there was a reason for her not to indulge, right? So she refills her glass and gives Boko the rest of the bottle for good measure. Then…
 
“Fuck Ganondorf.”
 
Her bokoblin guard pauses for a moment, likely at the sheer vitriol in her tone. He only continues eating once she gives him a reassuring smile that lets him know it’s not directed at him.
 
“You’re fine, Boko. But he… fuck, he sucks so much. I hate him with every fiber of my being. All I want is to see him defeated and destroyed. And yet, he thinks he has even a chance of seducing me. Utterly ridiculous. Why would I ever be with a man like him? It doesn’t matter what he looks like. His soul is black as coal and his personality is absolute shit.”

She’s not talking like a Princess right now. But it’s just her and Boko, so Zelda isn’t too worried about that. Especially since with Hyrule conquered anyways, she’s practically not even a Princess anymore. She’s just Ganondorf’s prisoner.
 
Zelda takes another drink of wine, wallowing in her own pity party… only to pause suddenly when a hand comes down atop her head. Blinking, the blonde Princess looks up to see Boko has reached over and is patting her head of all things while giving her a strangely solemn expression for a bokoblin face.
 
“… Boko.”
 
Her mouth opens and then closes. She… she hadn’t realized he was capable of empathy. He was such a simple creature… and yet, he clearly wasn’t as brainless and simple as she’d thought if he could understand her well enough to pity her. Zelda blushes, a little flushed from the wine as she frowns slightly. Part of her doesn’t like that she’s being pitied by a bokoblin of all things.
 
However, before she can decide whether she’s upset about that or not, something else catches her eye. When Boko reached over to pat her head… he’d gotten a little closer than he was before. And in doing so, something beneath his loincloth was now brushing against her knee under the table. Something big… thick… long… and throbbing.
 
Zelda’s breath hitches as she realizes what’s happening. Her first instinct is to scream and leap away from the aroused red bokoblin. But the wine slows her reflexes just enough that she’s able to bite down on that instinct and actually think for a moment. Hmm, it’s possible the wine is also giving her the idea she’s just had… but Zelda doesn’t think so.
 
No, she’s not THAT drunk. Maybe just a little tipsy. And yet… there’s an idea here all the same. One based in defiance. In rebellion. Her people are out there fighting against Ganondorf’s tyranny any way they can and Zelda, trapped in here, is stuck enjoying his hospitality.
 
Suddenly, she no longer has an appetite for food or wine. Instead, as she looks at the feast-laden table with a curled upper lip, Zelda has an appetite for something else entirely. Looking to her bokoblin guard, the Princess of Hyrule smiles sweetly.
 
“Boko… would you do something for me, please?”
 
The hulking red bokoblin tilts his head to the side, his ears twitching as he looks at her curiously.
 
“Bweh?”
 
Zelda’s smile just grows and grows.
 
-x-X-x-
 
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
 
“Yesh! H-Harder! Nnngh, d-don’t stop now, Boko!”
 
 The dining room has been irrevocably changed in a very short amount of time, but then so has Zelda. No longer sat at the table in her dress, the beautiful blonde Princess of Hyrule has been all but stripped naked. Her dress is in tatters, having been ripped down the middle at HER urging. As for Zelda herself, she’s on her back on the dining table, the food either tossed aside or smashed into an unrecognizable state beneath her.
 
And finally, there’s Zelda’s bokoblin guard. The big red bokoblin is on top of her, giving it to her in a consummate mating press that has the sturdy dining table rocking with the force of his blows and Zelda herself squealing at the top of her lungs.
 
Truthfully, his cock had been even bigger than she’d initially thought… but all the better to ruin her with as far as Zelda was concerned. Ganondorf had wanted to seduce her, to bring her to his bed in a semi-willing state. He’d wanted to potentially blackmail her into submission with her subjects, all but offering them clemency if she was willing to bow down to him publicly.
 
Fuck. That. Zelda would rather lose her virginity to a fucking bokoblin on her back on a dining table where the bastard of a Gerudo had been trying to wine and dine her just a little before. At least Boko cared about her. At least he had an ounce of empathy in his fucking monstrous body!
 
He also had a truly monstrous cock, one that was even now barreling in and out of her gushing, juicy cunt with all its might. Eyes rolling around in her skull, Zelda gurgles even as she swaps spit with the bokoblin. Though it’s more accurate to say she’s sucking on his frankly obscene tongue in between moaning like a wanton whore and egging him on.
 
Indeed, Boko’s mouth muscle is as big as a normal-sized cock and as sinuous and wriggly as a snake. Zelda sucks at it needily, finding his saliva to be rather tasty even as he drools into her mouth.
 
He really is the best, Zelda decides. Reaching down, she slides one hand under him and finds Boko’s ball sack, gripping and groping it and kneading his churning nuts as he continues to pound her silly.
 
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
 
“M-More… g-give it all to me, B-Boko! Finish me! Fill me up!”
 
At her urging and likely due to the rapid clenching of her constantly climaxing quim, Boko lets out one last groan of pleasure… and then tips over the edge.
 
“BOKOOOOO!!!”
 
As he cries out his name, Zelda cries right alongside him, arching her back while experiencing her first ever creampie. He fills and fills her with his seed, pumping her womb to the brim with jizz as she shudders and quivers there on the dining table. Finally though, it’s done. He’s creampied the absolute fuck out of her, leaving the Princess of Hyrule an almost unidentifiable mess of sweat and pleasured tears.
 
Boko pulls out of her, leaving Zelda sprawled on the table, her legs dangling over the side spread wide to show off her drooling cunt. A moment later and Ganondorf returns, teleporting in right in time to see this spectacular visual.
 
The Gerudo Tyrant freezes in place at the sight of his would-be paramour in such a state. Lifting her head, Zelda grins a delirious grin, not feeling an ounce of shame. Instead she feels pride… defiant, rebellious pride. She also feels the urge to go again with Boko right then and there, but she knows that’s probably not going to happen.
 
Instead, she lets out a mocking laugh at the look on Ganondorf’s face.
 
“What’s the matter, Ganondorf? Can’t handle being upstaged by a REAL man?!”
 
She wants to say more, so much more… but she never gets the chance. With a snarl and a wave of his hand, Ganondorf freezes Zelda in a pink crystal, sealing her away and putting her in a state of stasis in her moment of triumph. Then, with a snarl, he stomps over to Boko the Bokoblin and grabs the red monster by one of his big sharp ears.
 
“Begone with you, worm!”
 
A tear in the fabric of reality opens up and Ganondorf throws Boko through it a moment later, tossing him out into the gap between dimensions. Certain death for most, and certainly it would be certain death for a simple red bokoblin… under normal circumstances.
 
However, this is not Zelda’s tale. Nor is it Ganondorf’s. This is the story of Boko the Bokoblin, and thus rather than die, the red bokoblin finds himself pulled from the gap between dimensions by another set of hands only a moment after being thrown in.
 
“Boko?”
 
The simplistic bokoblin finds himself being held the bosom of a divinity as the Goddess Hylia caresses him with a sigh.
 
“There is something special about you, my dear Boko. I have watched your interactions with Princess Zelda. I have seen how you cared for her… and how you ‘cared’ for her. I cannot quite explain why you are important, for I myself do not understand it yet. But I know this cannot be your end.”
 
“Gwah!”
 
“Yes… you must continue on. Continue to be who you are, my darling Boko. Continue to spread joy, happiness… and pleasure wherever you go. And know that no matter what happens, you will always return here… to your Goddess’ Embrace.”
 
“Bweh?”
 
“A-Ah… I wish I could… b-but not yet…”
 
Hylia’s hands go from caressing Boko to covering her own blushing face and a moment later another tear in reality forms as she much more gently tosses Boko onto his next destination… all the while, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation of what is to come.