Zelda: The Misadventures of Link

The Legend of Zelda
The Misadventures of Link

Chapter Six: Rumors and Transitions

Disclaimer. This story is based in whole or in part upon characters and scenarios created and owned wholly by Nintendo. I do not own these characters or scenarios, nor do I profit in any way from the dissemination of this fanfiction material.

This document contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between consenting (mostly) individuals. If this bothers you, you probably shouldn't be viewing whatever website you found this at.... ^_-

And I know this chapter kinda sucks. I just wanted to get it out of the way. It’s nice to explain certain things, instead of just saying “such and such happened.” It’s kinda like the star wars prequels: it’s more neccessary for them to exist that for them to be good. But with this, we may get a rewrite at some point in the future..... hmm.. .

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Nighttime, Kakariko Village


Saria stood atop the observation tower, peering at the buildings far below. “These hylians build such weird houses and things,” she thought to herself. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, so she’d climbed to the top of the tower for a better look at things.

Link had been Saria’s friend since he’d first appeared in the village. They were both outcasts. The boy had no fairy until just before he’d departed for the first time, and Saria was scorned for her unusual emerald hair. The pair had bonded quickly and deeply. Of course, a few years back there had been that incident with the... sex... and the recent incident that left Mido lying in pieces deep in the forest.

She’d come here to find Link. Actually, she’d first gone off to LonLon ranch, since that’s where he’d gone. But not having a horse, she’d missed him by more than a day. The lowly workers at the ranch said that he’d ridden off with Malon, most likely to Kakariko in search of Talon. “You should find Anju when you’re there,” one of them had told her. “She’s close with Malon, and pretty much anyone there can tell you where to find her. She raises cuccos.”

So here she was. Cold, lonely, and far away from anything that she could consider home. Sitting, cupping her chin in her hands as she silently watched the buildings below. She could see, rather plainly, the house in the far corner of town, with the hen house and pen for the cuccos, but nobody had answered the door when she’d visited, though Link’s horse was there, munching thoughtfully on the grass. “I guess I’ll go down and try again,” she said to herself. She had no idea Anju, Malon, and Link were all at Impa’s old house, and that the place had a basement dungeon, where all manner of kink was happening without her knowing.

As she began to climb back down the ladder from the tower, she saw a figure, clad in green, leaving Impa’s house and headed for the edge of town. “Link!” she cried out... but she lost her grip on the ladder, and fell backwards as Link stolled calmly towards the entrance to town.


She awoke sometime later. She vaguely remembered the fall, and how she caught herself partway down before loosing her grip a second time. She struggled to her feet, vision slightly blurred, and unsteady. Not sure what to do, she headed for Anju’s house again.

While walking through town, she passed by the Inn. She peered inside... the place was rather busy for near midnight, and she could hear drunken laughter within. It was not to her liking, so she continued on.

“Hey there, what’s that?” someone said behind her. Looking over her shoulder, Saria saw that two large, rough looking men had emerged from the pub. Both happened to be carpenters who’d just recently finished some of the new buildings in town.

“Dunno... looks like a little girl... with green hair! Hey, you! Come here!” said the other one.

Saria kept her head down and kept walking, pretending not to hear. But the men followed her, gaining on her with their large strides.

“Hey, I’m talking to /you/!” one said.

Saria’s fairy buzzed violently around her head. “I don’t like the looks of those two,” she told Saria in hushed tones. “They smell like too much old mead.”

Saria quickened her pace. She didn’t know anything about this Anju she was supposed to be looking for, but the company of another female seemed better than what she had at the moment.

The two men overtook her quickly and without much effort, despite their drunkenness. They cornered her into a small alley between two buildings. The larger of them held up a lantern, peering at the small girl before him.

“Looks like one of them fairy kids from the forest down south,” he muttered. “Come ‘ere, let’s get a better look atcha,” he said, moving towards Saria. She panicked, having nowhere to go. She didn’t even remember that she had the Kokiri sword that Link had left with her, strapped to her back.

The smaller man moved foward, grabbing her by the arm. “Hey, she’s mighty cute,” he said, leaning down to smell her hair. “Smells awful nice, too.” The other man came forward and placed the lantern atop a crate at the end of the alley, before relieving Saria of her sword.

“Well, would you look at that,” he said, eyeing the ancient weapon. “Little gal’s got a little pig sticker!” He dropped the dagger, and grabbed Saria’s chest roughly. “Guess we’ll have to have some fun with ‘er, eh?”

Saria was trapped. The larger man pushed her against the wall, and forced her legs apart, lifting her off the ground. He held her there with his thick body while he loosened his trousers with one hand. His large cock sprang to attention and he began to fumble with it for Saria’s crotch.

She began to cry out, only to have a large, smelly, meaty hand clamped over her mouth. Just as the man’s cock found her unwilling cunt, she saw a blur of red hair at the end of the alley. A girl had been there a moment before, watching silently. “Goddesses, I hope that was Malon, or Anju,” she thought to herself. “Ungh!” she mumbled as the man penetrated her.

“Hey,” said the smaller man, who’d just dropped his pants, “I think someone was just watching a moment ago... a red haired girl.”

“What, Anju?” replied the larger man, not bothering to stop violating Saria.

“No, the young farmgirl what’s been visiting Anju lately.”

“Bah, she’s not worth worry’in about,” he said. “Ahh... fuck she’s tight! Forest fucking kid tight!” He was thrusting hard, and Saria’s face was covered in tears. “That farmgirl’s too meek to do nutt’n.”

“Alright, whatever,” said the smaller man. “Ok, come on, turn her around so I can get some bum.” The large man nodded and then grabbed Saria’s legs and swung her around, still keeping his cock in her tight cunt. She began to wail and screech now that her face was uncovered, but the smaller man quickly slapped a hand over her mouth again and began to rub his cock against her butt.

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Bareley a minute later, Malon stood before Anju in the dungeon, explaining what she’d seen.

“I see,” Anju said, her mouth set in a grim line. “Fortunately I’m already dressed for the occasion,” she purred, as she stalked over to the wall rack holding various whips, and weapons. “It’s really too bad you couldn’t see what I had in store for you tonight,” she said, winking at Malon.

She had changed since Link had left earlier. Her outfit creaked as she moved. She was clothed all in black, and mostly leather... high heeled boots, leather shorts, bustier, satin gloves and a velvet cloak with leather trim. Her red hair shone in contrast. She lifted a short, wicked looking bow from the wall, and slung a quivver over her shoulder.

“Time to show the boys who’s boss in this town, now that Impa isn’t here to do the job....”

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Saria’s eyes bugged out and she began to squirm and struggle with all of her strength.. but it was in vain. Soon the smaller man had the tip of his cock in her anus, and she was sandwitched between the two large, disgusting men.

She felt dirty... she couldn’t control her body. Her cunt began to respond to the cock within it and she became quite wet. She tried to shake her head, to think of anything else but the two cocks marauding their way into her body, but she couldn’t. It was as though two large, filty pistons of pleasure were pounding their way into her very soul.

She felt foul and nauseous. Her body was giving in to rape, sending waves of pleasure into her unwilling brain, and eroding her defenses. She could feel the bliss welling up within her, threatening to grow into a climax of filth, shame, and ecstacy all in one.

Just as she felt like she was going to cum, a bright light shone in the entrance of the alley, and the two men turned to look, ceasing their thrusts. A lone figure stood, sillouetted in light. A tall woman, with long red hair, wearing black leather, with bent bow and knocked arrow.

“How are you... gentlemen,” the woman said in a beautiful yet icy voice.

“It’s you...” growled the smaller man, pulling out of Saria’s rectum.

The woman let her arrow fly. The small man made a gurgling noise as his throat was torn from his neck, spraying blood everywhere.

“Anju, no please, I can explain,” the larger man stammered, slowly letting Saria to the ground. In half a second, the redhead had another arrow ready in her bent bow. She took one step forward, her leather boots, gloves and bustier creaking slightly in contrast to her graceful and fluid motion.

“No, no you can’t,” growled Anju, now in a rasping tone, nearly masculine. “Do you know why you’re still alive?” she demanded.

“Wha?” the man could hardly speak. He was tugging his trousers back on, and glancing at his companion, convulsing on the ground. Saria was crouched on her hands and knees, recovering, gasping for air.

“You live, because I have decided that before you die, you shall know fear, and you shall know that your death comes in return for your taking advantage of that girl.” Anju said. “And you shall know such pain as you’ve never imagined,” she spat, releasing her second arrow.

The man fell to the ground, blinded by the pain in his lower body. Looking at his crotch, he saw, rather than felt, the place where the arrow had passed through his family jewels. Which, of course, weren’t there any longer. He passed out, and knew no more.

Saria tried to stand up as Anju approached her, and Malon appeared in the alleyway as well, carrying the tremendously bright lantern that she’d used to light the alley. But the forest girl was weak, violated, and exhausted, and she quickly collapsed.

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Morning, Kakariko Village. Anju’s house.

Saria awoke on a comfortable, plush sofa in a wood panelled parlour. Her clothes were neatly folded on a small table nearby, and she was clad in a green satin robe, slightly darker than her hair. A pair of small slippers were in just the right place for her feet as she sat up and stretched.

The room was small, elegant, and smelled of old cedar. A door opened, and in came the girl she’d seen the night before, who she assumed was Malon. The girl wore her usual white dress, but also a slim leather collar with a large steel ring on the front. She curtsied as she entered, carrying a tray with a teapot and biscuits and honey, cream, and fruit.

“Good morning!” she said cheerfully. “I’m Malon. My mistress, Miss Anju, commands me to bring you breakfast and to see how you’re recovering.”

“Mistress?” Saria said, somewhat confused.

“I see you’re doing ok,” Malon said, placing the tray on a short coffee table in front of Saria’s seat on the sofa. “Don’t worry, it’ll all make sense soon enough. I’m just glad I found you last night.”

“Yeah... thank you,” said the forest sage, thinking of the previous night for the first time. She shuddred violently, folding her arms against a slight shivver.

The door to the room promptly opened again, and Anju entered, wearing her usual blue dress and ruby red pumps. Gone was the sleek leather attire from the night before.

“Ahh, I see our guest is awake!” she said, with a twinkle in her eye. “Malon, you may go now. Go find your father and return home. I’ll send for you when I need you.”

Malon dropped to her knees and prostrated herself before the older woman. “Yes ma’am,” she said, before rising to her feet. She curtsied towards Saria, and then left.

Saria shook her head in confusion. “Why does she obey you like that?” she asked.

“Because she /likes/ it,” Anju said, matter of factly, but grinning ear to ear. “You see... “

They entered into a long conversation. Anju explained her relationship with Malon, and Saria told Malon about her encounters with Link and why she’d come after him.

“So... you love him.” Anju said. It was not a question.

“Yes... more than anything in the world,” Saria said, wistfully, a hint of tears forming at the corners of her eyes. The intensity of her declaration left no room for doubt.

“But he’s fated for another, you know,” said Anju, gently. “And he’s... well... “

“He’s what?”

“He’s a playboy, whether he intends to be or not,” Anju said, shrugging her shoulders. “He’s had sex with me, Malon, Zelda when they were very young, other Kokiri as I’m sure you know, probably that Zora Princess, and possibly even Impa, and I’m sure at least two of the Great Faeries...” she trailed off. Tears were streaming down Saria’s face.

The girl dropped her head to her hands and cried. Anju placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, stroking her hair and holding her. “You already knew that, I’m sure.”

“Yes... “ Saria admitted it to herself for the first time.

“The problem is that Link is a sexual monster,” Anju said. “I don’t know if any one woman could possibly satisfy him. I know I couldn’t.” She laughed at her own statement, shaking her head in acceptance of her

Saria gave a small “hrmph” and shrug of her shoulders.

“Except for someone of similarly striking attributes and appetite,” Anju said. “Like when you used the pendants.”

Saria nodded. “But that was only temporary, and we can’t /both/ use them now, now that he’s an adult,” she said.

“I suppose not,” Anju purred. “But you already have the drive, you know.”

“I do?”

“Yes, you do,” the woman stood up and moved over to a bookcase opposite the sofa, which she began to search, looking for something specific. “You see, I watched you while those men were raping you last night---”

Saria interrupted her. “Are they dead?”

Anju turned and gave Saria a deadly cold stare. The girl shivvered and looked at the floor. “Quite,” Anju spoke softly, turning back to her bookshelf. “But I saw you... you were unwilling, fighting back. But your body was submitting to them, against your will. Am I wrong?” Anju pulled a dusty leather bound volume from the shelf and fixed Saria with her incredibly cold stare again.

Saria stared back for a few moments, then nodded meekly. “I couldn’t stop my body,” she said, hanging her head. “I felt dirty, but...”

“But what?” Anju demanded stepping back over to the sofa.

“It’s embarrassing,” Saria said in an incredibly small voice.

“Tell me,” Anju insisted.

Saria looked up, tears welling in her eyes. “I loved how it felt,” she said, and the tears flowed again in a torrent.

“Very good, Saria of the forest temple,” Anju said, smiling. “You’ve taken the first step. You see, you’re the perfect match for Link, at least in terms of drive,” she said. “He’s incredibly dominant and violent, and whether you’ve fully realized it yet, that’s exactly how you like to be fucked.”

Saria stared blankly. It made sense.

“The only problem,” Anju continued, “is that in the body of a Kokiri, you simply can’t satisfy him... you can’t attract him like a grown hylian woman can.” Anju smiled, running a hand through her red hair, and sticking her breasts out. Saria realized just how stunningly attractive this woman was, for the first time. Anju knew exactly how to carry and present herself for maximum allure.

“What’s in the book?” Saria asked,

Anju smiled knowingly and coyly. “The key to your only chance at winning your lover, despite his own destiny.” She sat down next to Saria, and opened the book, revealing a map of southern Hyrule. “The Man who lives here may be able to help you,” she said, pointing with one slender finger to the northern edge of Lake Hylia.

Saria stared blankly, not sure what to make of this. “How can he help?”

Anju placed the book on the table, and flipped a couple of pages back. Each was written in a beautiful, flowing script that Saria could hardly decipher. “This belonged to my great grandmother,” Anju said. Her voice grew very gentle as she began to explain. “She used to tell me a story about a fairy girl from the forest who fell in love with an outsider, a Hylian. When the boy left the forest and pursued the love of a girl of his own race, the Kokiri girl’s heart was broken. She knew that he could never love her as she was. So great was her grief that the very Goddesses took pity upon her, and gave her a chance to pursue her lover. So it was that an old alchemist, from whom the man at lake Hylia is descended, was gifted with the inspiration to transform the girl.” As Anju spoke, she turned pages in the book, pointing out her ancestor’s writing and sketches, one of a kokiri girl as a forest child, and another of the same girl as a grown hylian woman.

Saria’s pulse quickened as she caught Anju’s meaning. “So... what you’re saying is that this man can make me like you,” she said, her voice hushed almost to a whisper.

“So the story goes,” Anju replied. She closed the book, and returned it to it’s spot on the shelf. “But it might be just a story.” She shrugged. “But only one person can tell you for sure.”

“Right... the old man at the lake,” Saria said. She watched Anju’s graceful motion as the older woman returned to the sofa to sit next to her. Something about Anju’s manner made Saria slightly uncomfortable.

“So tell me,” Anju said, absently playing with her hair with one hand, and placing the other hand on Saria’s knee. “What was he like?”

“Who, Link?” Saria gasped.

“Who else?” Anju said as a feral smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “You were his first, weren’t you?”

Saria giggled. She hadn’t had any girly gossip chats in a long time.

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Next: Link meets Ruto at the water temple, and Saria continues on her journey.