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The rain from the eternally grey sky made the ascent up Ploymus Mountain difficult for Link. His feet slipped on patches of mud as he failed to find purchase on the rain slickened soil and stone. Not that it was an unfamiliar sensation by this point. He’d only awoken from the Shrine of Resurrection a few weeks ago, and after leaving the Great Plateau he’d explored the planes and surrounding areas.
Gathering Spirit Orbs and collecting further weapons for a time. He’d visited Kakaiko Village and onwards to Hateno Village. Even starting up Mount Lanayru before the frigid temperatures forced him to turn back.
Eventually he’d worked his way north, entering Zora’s domain. The rain, that had been refreshing for the first few minutes, quickly became hated. Even after meeting the exuberant Zora prince. He couldn’t help but admire how he remained positive, even as the looming destruction of his home edged ever closer.
It’d take a few days to reach the heart of the domain, where he’d agreed to help the Zora.
But as he slid down again, falling on his ass as his fingers refused to find purchase on the slick stone, he wished that he’d gone somewhere else first. The rain was dreadful, and he was utterly soaked through, and had been since he started up the mountain. Thankfully the Zora’s armor was comfortable, despite the wetness, but he was ready for some sunshine again.
Caught up in his thoughts, he almost didn’t notice as the rocks gave away to a clearing at the mountain top. It was only the crunch of a branch beneath a heavy hoof that gave him pause. Ducking low, he peered out in the direction of the sound.
A Lynel, easily twice his height and thrice as broad, lazily circled the clearing. A myriad of weapons slung across its muscular back. Glistening there, in a quiver, he saw a bundle of shock arrows. He could see some scattered around the clearing, but he wasn’t sure if he’d get twenty before getting caught. And he figured…
Well, Link had seen a few Lynel in the distance, mostly those with a blue or red mane. He’d avoided them, having been warned just how dangerous they were. But how was he going to confront something made by the Calamity if he couldn’t handle a single monster, no matter how powerful.
He’d have to be quick though, get his own hits in while avoiding the Lynel’s arrows and blade. Four hooves on the ground means it’ll be quick to charge, but it’ll have a hard time turning around, or even skidding to a stop.
Taking out his own bow, Link grabs one of his limited quantity of ice arrows, and carefully notches it, before turning back to the Lynel-
“...Where did it go?” Link asked himself in faint horror as he finds his target has gone missing in the five seconds he’d looked away. It had been right there though!?
Where could it-
HUFF
Link freezes at the warm puff of breath that he felt behind him, the fins of the Zora armor swaying slightly before falling back to their normal state.
Slowly, internally screaming, Link turns around to come face to face with the Lynel. Its ‘torso’ bent down to look him in the eyes like the stalking predator it is.
“...This wasn’t meant for you?” Link prevaricates, even though he knows that his surprise ambush has been made.
“Ggrrrrrr…” The Lynel growls as it lunges forward, one hand going to Link’s bow so he can’t point it towards the beast while the other one goes for his head.
“Woah!” Link exclaims as he drops the bow, the ice arrow harmlessly sinking into the wet mud, in order to dodge out of the Lynel's grasp. His hand slides out his swords as he rolls backward, ending up with one knee on the ground as he readies his sword in position and glares at the monster that turned around his ambush. “You wanna go?! Fine, lets- GGGAAAHHHHH!”
Link cries in pain as a quickly shot Shock Arrow slams into his arm, causing his hand to involuntarily drop his metal blade. Oddly, the Lynel’s bolts had a dull edge, instead of the standard serrated edges… But Link will take a dull bruise over a bleeding gash any day.
Link goes to retrieve his weapon, once the paralytic effect wears off, pushing through the pain to grab the hilt- Only for a hoof to slam down and snap the blade in half, rendering it useless.
“...Fuck.” That had been Link’s best single handed weapon too. He didn’t think he’d be able to get far enough away to swap to his bow, and line up a shot, before the Lynel was on him again. And his two handed weapons would probably be too slow right now.
He was about to pull out his next best weapon, a sword that he’d managed to recover from one of the sentries within the shrine, maybe he could go for the throat and end things in one blo-
“Try,” a gruff voice spoke, “and die.”
Link’s eyes widened, his gaze daring up towards the Lynel’s face.
“Did you just-”
“Quiet,” the Lynel growled. “Why?”
“W-why?”
“Why you here?” The Lynel growled, the hoof on the remains of Link’s blade grinding it, breaking it into even smaller pieces. “My territory. My mountain,” it spoke.
Link’s mouth went dry (or as dry as it could beneath the constant rain). He didn’t know that Lynel were actually intelligent. But… Well, maybe he could escape this with his head.
“Y-your arrows,” he said after a moment. “I came to get some of your arrows.”
“You have arrow,” the Lynel spoke, eyes narrowing. “No need lightning strikes.”
“No- shock, er, lighting strike,” Link said. “I need them to stop the rain.”
Something shifted in the Lynel as Link spoke, its face going from aggressive to contemplative.
“Tiny one stop storm?” It asked.
Something in its tone had Link looking closer at the Lynel. It was as drenched as he, and everything in the domain was. Its mane weighted down and not quite as bright as the few others he’d avoided. Though he supposed that even monsters would get sick of an endless storm eventually.
“I want to,” Link said, nodding. “The divine beast is causing the rain and it’s not going to stop unless I can disable it with your arrows.”
“Tiny one need lightning strike to stop storm,” the Lynel spoke, more to itself than to Link. A beat passed before it reached behind its back, and returned with a quiver of arrows.
A quiver absolutely stuffed with arrows, probably at least three times what Link came up here for.
“Tiny one may have arrows,” the Lynel started.
“Thank you so mu-”
“For price.”
Ah. Well… that’s fair he supposes. This is a LOT of shock arrows, and it’s not like Link has a lack of resources with how much he’s been scavenging over the past month. The Sheikah Slate inventory holds it all in stasis, so he can just take as much as he wants and it’ll always be ready for a rainy day! “Alright. What do you need?”
“Hole.”
“...What?” Like… he wants Link to dig him a hole? Does he need a cave to get out of the rain?
“Tiny one wants arrows. I want tiny one’s hole.”
“My…” Link trails off as the Lynel turns to the side, to show off his horse flank… and the giant horse cock jutting forward at a full erection. “...oh.”
Link flushes as he realizes just exactly what kind of hole the Lynel has in mind for his ‘payment’, the heat trapped in his Zora armor suddenly not just from the built up humidity and body temperature.
“I breed tiny one’s hole. You take all lightning strike.” The Lynel reiterates once again. “Tiny one is gold. Strongest of tiny race. Breed good.”
“...” Say something Link. Say something. Anything! Stop staring at the Lynel’s huge fucking cock! “Sure.”
No! Why did he say yes?!
The Lynel huffs and flashes Link a grin. It definitely doesn’t send fairies fluttering in Link’s stomach, no sir it does not. That’s just something bad he ate. He’s doing this for the shock arrows, not because he wants to get fucked by this talking monster with rippling muscles that can throw Link to the bottom of this mountain if he really wanted to.
But also… it’d been a month, and Link had been re-discovering his body. What he liked, what he didn’t like. He found his gaze moved towards some of the guards or those men than performed more physical tasks. Admiration of broad, well muscled shoulders and a powerful back.
Possibly, maybe including some quick glances towards their pants without thinking.
And if when he was alone at night, camped out in a ruin or a cave, he ends up withing on his back, a hand around his cock while his other fingers pumped into his hole? Well… that was his business.
But his mouth had seemingly decided, without his brain's permission, that his business was about to be this Lynel’s business too.
As his gaze raked over the Lynel… Well, this certainly was a way to lose (or re-lose?) your cherry. And it got him everything he’d need to deal with Vah Ruta several times over.
“Strip,” the Lynel ordered after a moment. “Or I will for you.”
“R-right!” Link said, broken from his thoughts. He knew the Zora armor was decently tough, but he imagined the Lynel would probably destroy it if he tore it from Link. He slid it off, peeling the armor from his damp skin and setting it aside on one of the rocks. The pants, boots and hood all followed shortly after, leaving Link in only the briefs he’d awoken in. He awkwardly shuffled there for a moment, suddenly nervous.
But a huff from the Lynel, and a hand moving to tear the fabric from Link, was enough to have the hero dropping the rain soaked garments, fully baring the hero to the storm. And to the Lynel.
The constant rain quickly found every crevice of Link’s lithe, toned body. He doesn’t pack on the muscles like a laborer, but his muscles are unnaturally dense. He’s not sure if it’s a side effect of being the Chosen Hero, or if it’s a side effect of the Shrine of Resurrection. Regardless, he’s a little bit shorter than the average Hylian. He likes to think it makes his 9” inch cock seem a little bigger on his frame, but he doesn’t have any frame of reference to say if that’s large or not.
Without any protection, the rain slowly steals away his body heat. Not enough to be immediately dangerous, but enough that Link’s shoulders shiver ever so slightly.
Or maybe it's the nervousness of having ‘his’ first time with one of most fearsome creatures in all of Hyrule.
The red Lynel licks his chops as he takes off his own armor… though really, it’s just the two leather straps that hold up his weaponry and his armor loin-cloth…
“...Wait, if your dick is down by your hindlegs, why do you have this piece of armor at your front?” Link asks out loud before he realizes that this might be one of the worst times to be questioning monster anatomy. He’s ruining the whole mood!
But the Lynel doesn’t seem to mind with an amused huff. “Metal over main heart. Protects when charging. And… elders say it honors oldest friend.”
Huh. Neat.
Link brushes some hair out of his face as he really assesses what he’s working with here.
The fur on the Lynel’s body is black, but thin like a horse’s so his musculature is still clearly visible. There are some proudly displayed battle scars littered along the creature’s torso and upper flank, in a tan-leaning white coloration. The actual hair of the Lynel, some on his arms, hands, and at his hooves in addition to the mane on his head is a deep maroon, though Link suspects that if it wasn’t soaking wet it would be a bright and vibrant red.
There’s some white wrappings above the Lynel’s hooves, though there’s no movement taken to take those off. Two curved horns grow out of the creature’s skull, an eyecatching bone white in contrast with the rest of his body’s natural coloring.
And the swinging, pulsing, steaming horse cock below the Lynel’s powerful horse body is well over a foot long. Not quite double Link’s own cock he thinks…. Maybe 16” inches in total from the flared tip to the creature’s grapefruit sized balls?
“...” Link doesn’t have any lube. Shocker, he didn’t think he’d need it when out and about monster slaying!
“Would you have any lube around? Er… slick?” He asked as he looked around. More redundant than anything. What would the Lynel use as lube?
“Chu,” the Lynel spoke as it reached for its back. This time returning with a small drawstring sack. Did the Lynel make that himself? He watched as the hand reached inside and came back with-
“Chu chu jelly?” Link asked. He supposed that it was sorta slick and sorta sticky. But to use them like that…
“Chu make good slick. And good toy,” the Lynel spoke as he circled Link.
“ToyYYYEEE~!” LInk started, the question turning to a yelp when the Lynel took a Chu jelly and pressed it against his hole. It was cool and damp, and the membrane that held it together seemed to burst all at once, sending a flood of the monster's remains out, coating his insides. The sensation wasn’t altogether bad, more unexpected than anything else. Already he could feel it warming up to his body temperature, and the slickness of the substance seemed to increase. Already some was oozing back out his hole, down his thighs.
“Mmm, make good toy when no hole around,” the Lynel spoke, taking two fingers and shoving them into Link. Despite the groan he let out, the Lynel just pressed them deeper and added a third without waiting. “You good hole though. Will give strong cubs.”
Link squirmed on the Lynel’s fingers, but didn’t pull off. The sensation of being filled by the thick digits was unusual, but he… liked it? The sensation was somehow familiar. And despite the intimidating size of the Lynel’s cock, a part of Link knew that he’d be able to handle it.
“R-right,” Link said as he tried to adjust himself on the fingers. “So should I…” he trailed off, nodding towards one of the nearby rocks. One that would put his body about at the level of the Lynel’s cock.
The Lynel huffs and nods, a hand going to Link’s shoulder as the beast picks him up with the fingers in his ass, keeping the Hylian twunk balanced in the literal palm of his hand with his other hand. “Guuuhhh!” Link moans as suddenly, the only thing supporting his weight against gravity was the Lynel’s long, thick fingers.
The Lynel gently drops Link down onto the rock that link had pointed out, fingers thrusting into Link even as the Hylian warrior gets his elbows underneath himself. Thankfully, the stone seems to be worn smooth from the elements and slick with the rain, so there’s no harsh edges or rough spots to hurt himself on.
But his dick is still rubbing against smooth stone. It’s not exactly a warm cot or a feather fluffed pillow… and yet it doesn’t do anything to dull Link’s arousal. “Learn something new about yourself every day…” Link mutters under his breath as he pushes back against the Lynel’s hand, wondering if the monster will add a fourth finger in… or indeed, decide that a ‘golden’ Hylian like Link could take his whole fist.
…Fuck, now Link is imagining using a measuring tape to see what’s thicker, the Lynel’s biceps or his dick. That should not be getting him as hot and bothered as it is, Goddesses…
“G-good.” Link groans, thankful that he’s laying down mostly now, because his legs feel like they’d be trembling if he tried to stand. “You’re really good with your fingers in my hole…”
“Good mate. Get holes warm and wet.” The Lynel grunts. Link’s not sure if it’s a grunt of lust, or just the way the creature has to speak to be heard in the rain. “Skill. Much practice.”
Oh yeah, Link can definitely believe that~
“But mate ready enough,” the Lynel announced after a few more moments. Without warning, those thick fingers were wrenched from his hole.
“S-shit,” Link panted, but any chance to look back was cut off as a shadow passed over him, and powerful legs caged him beneath a massive, muscular, black furred body.
And then something hot, heavy and solid ‘thwapped’ against his back.
“H-hylia,” Link whimpered as he felt the Lynel’s cock, and realized just how far up his body the monster's cock would reach. But his hole was also throbbing with a deep seated hunger. And a longing that he couldn’t place the source of, but that was desperate to be sated.
“Goddes will bless us with strong cubs,” the Lynel spoke above him. Link could only brace himself as the Lynel took a half step back, and the head of the flared cock kissed his stretched and lubed hole. “And give much pleasure.”
Link’s voice echoed out over Ploymus Mountain and the Domain beyond. A shout, something between blinding pain and transcendental pleasure as he was stuffed, broken, and reshaped around the Lynel’s massive length. His vision whited out and his cock jerked below him, cum splattering against the rock and being sheltered from the pounding rain. Instead, it was smeared up his torso as he was driven forward. His limbs gave out as he was stuffed.
Braced against the rock, he couldn’t escape, and the Lynel’s unrelenting thrust continued until he felt those massive balls pressed up against his ass.
It was all he could do to just focus on breathing. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. The length of meat inside of him made it difficult to breathe, like it was taking up room where his lungs ought to be. It’s such a fucking rush.
The Lynel huffs and restrains himself for five whole seconds. He knew that the tiny ones were the smallest of the races of Hyrule, with only a few of them growing to the size of some of the other small races.
But the hole of the golden tiny one was just so tight.
He arches his lower back out, before bucking forward, sliding a good 8 inches out and then slamming them back into Link.
“Aauuuuhhh~” Link moaned as he suddenly felt himself partially emptied and suddenly filled to bursting once more. He’s sure that if he could blink away the spinning triforces and get a proper look at his stomach, he’d find the Lynel’s cock pressing out against his stomach. He could feel it against his internals, stretching out his entire body like it’s as malleable as a chu-chu jelly.
“Tight hole. Gggooooooooodddd….” The red-maned Lynel’s groan rumbles through his entire core and body. Traveling down his spine, to his dick, and subtly vibrating right into Link’s prostate… and stomach. It felt like a full body massage from the inside out!
And that massage would happen again and again. The Lynel reared back, only to fill Link once more, and then again. Setting a steady pace. Link was sure his cheeks would be glowing red by the time they were done. The massive balls spanking against his cheeks with each thrust. Heavy with seed that would be inside him soon enough.
“Good. Golden. Mate.” The Lynel groaned as he picked up the pace. Over a foot of cock driving into Link with each thrust now.
He could feel the flared head dragging against his guts. It felt utterly amazing and extremely strange to him. But not uncomfortable or painful. Like he was experiencing a sensation he’d long longed for was finally back.
He barely noticed his own cock beneath him as he was utterly used. His cock had been rock hard the entire time, and as the Lynel got started, he’d shot again, only adding the mess he’d already mate. HIs hole clenching around the massive cock that was destroying him for anyone else.
“Ahhh, aahhh, aahhuunnn!” Link moaned as he was used and taken, drool falling from his mouth in a small waterfall to mix with his own seed. And then, whether by the desire to be some active part of this mating, or by long dormant instincts, Link's torso tenses as he tightens his hole around the Lynel’s huge cock.
“Grrraaahhhhggg!” The Lynel roared, the sudden tightness riling him to begin pounding into Link as hard and fast as possible.
PLAP!!
THWACK!!!
PLAP!
THWACK!!
“Yyyeeeessshhhh!” Link moaned out, tongue fully lulled out his mouth as he panted like a bitch in heat as the Lynel fucks his hole like the beastly stud it is! “Moooaaarrrr!”
The Lynel huffs and puffs as his hips rock back and forth. His upper torso, not being close enough to do much of anything to Link himself, acts to further stimulate himself.
The Lynel’s mouth is open up to the sky, uncaring for the rain as his large hands grope and squeeze his pecs. Pinching the nipples in his claws, twisting them with his thumbs and pointer fingers, squeezes and squishing them together like they’re wrapped around a thick cock…
“GOOD! MATE!” The Lynel shouts, eyes hazy as the rut fully takes hold. The orgasm builds and builds and builds, his latest conquest giving his cock so much pleasure and heat!
Until finally, it all becomes too much for the lone Lynel, and with a mighty roar of victory he unloads a whole litter into the tiny golden one’s hole!
Link moaned cumming again for the… well, he hadn’t been keeping track, time. But his release was utterly overshadowed by the Lynel’s. Those massive balls churned and unloaded, cum gushing into his hole, and kept from leaking out by the flared cock head. As he came the Lynel continued to shallowly thrust, making sure to shove each rope of seed deeper and deeper.
“H-hylia,” Link moaned, his cock jerking weakly, even as his empty balls kept trying to cum. The Lynel’s release stretching on. He could feel a pressure building deep within him, a warmth radiating out from the massive sea of cum that was being pumped into him. Link could feel each time the Lynel’s cum factories tensed and shot into him. Even as his abs clenched uncomfortably, distended from within, he was experiencing a high, better than anything he could recall, in his admittedly limited memories.
“Excellent mate,” the Lynel growled above him, lightly thrusting again, before pulling back slightly. “Will make many strong cubs.”
“Y-yeah….” Is that how Lynels reproduce? Link… doesn’t recall ever seeing female ones…
A deep lethargy creeps behind Link’s bright blue eyes. From the life-changing orgasm, to the surprising warmth the Lynel’s body gives off as it shields him from the rain, and the… Hylia knows how long it took for him to climb up this mountain, Link’s body is just about ready to pass out.
“Link! I have come to your aid!” A warm but worried voice calls out, snapping Link right out of his would-be rest.
“Oh hell no…” Link groans, as he tries to lift himself from the Lynel’s cock, only for the monster to stubbornly push forward back into his warm, cum stuffed hole.
Prince Sidon jumps over the last ridge, spear at the ready as he fearlessly charges in response to the terrible screams that were heard in the Domain of the honorable Hylian champion! “Fearsome Lynel, release-!”
Sidon’s eyes widen and his jaw hands open as he processes Link’s extremely compromised position.
“I have release. Golden hole, very good.” The Lynel says with a satisfied, arrogant grin. “Will breed many strong cubs into mate. After rain is stopped.”
“Link…” Sidon breathes, looking from the Lynel back to his prone ally, before giving him a happy smile. “You too?”
Link blinks as the humiliation edges away to confusion. Then realization. Shocked, incredulous realization. “...Sidon, what do you mean, me too??!”