Zelda was a princess and more than that she was a defender of a realm! She was supposed to be strong and capable, always there to plan a strategy to save the realm of Hyrule! And yet…
It was always Link who did the real saving, wasn’t it? Always the sword wielding champion pulling through at the end of the day and defeating his greatest foe. It is twice now that Link with his blade aloft and armor gleaming that he defeated the dark shadow that was cast over all of the realm. Always him, always coming to the rescue. Zelda loved that about him, admired that even, and yet the guilt she felt was so incredible that it numbed her as she laid in bed. When next a threat arrives will she lean on her champion again just the same? Twice is a courtesy, thrice is a crutch.
And that was where Purah came in handy. Zelda was summoned by her late at night, a week or two after suggesting to Purah that a device might come in hand in order to make Zelda stronger than she is now. Idealistic, Zelda assumed that Purah would take the route all the chefs and tailors and poets that she had commissioned before would: They would work dutifully and then send drafts for approval and the two would gab of what might need to be changed to arrive at a desired product. But not Purah. She sent a lackey, who had been partially transformed into a horse if the hooves were any indication, running and frantically knocking on Zelda’s door. The princes dragged herself out of bed and pushed herself outside in her pajamas to find Purah awaiting her.
“There you are!” She beamed. “What took you so long? I have an idea but I need to test it as soon as possible!”
Zelda yawned, trying to hide how tired she was but it was quite difficult when she was stirred at the halfway point of her typical rest. “So urgently? But what could possibly be so urgent?”
“This is,” Purah pointed at her head. “Up here. This is urgent! When ideas come to me, they need to be tested and as soon as possible, that way I can move on to the next big idea. Besides, the sooner we figure this out, the sooner our Hyrule is safe and poor Linky can sleep in for once!”
That did stir Zelda enough to forgive any eccentricities. That was right, she wasn’t doing this for herself, she was doing it for Link! She followed Purah a little further out into the field where she had set up a tent nearer the palace than the base camp had been. Zelda stepped with her beneath the cover of the tent.
Around them were shelves and strange blue boxes covered in relics and glowing white crystals filling iron torch rods rammed into the dirt. “So,” Zelda cleared her throat as her ears blushed in the chilly night air. “What contraption have you come up with then, Purah? I was hoping it might be something from a range? Like a crossbow that is mechanized so it might shoot faster! Or perhaps something that slings bombs out! Or—”
Purah retrieved from her pack a fairly large jar that was glowing and filled with white goo.
Zelda looked at the jar. She looked at Purah. Her gaze was fixed again on the jar. The silence was deafening. Purah smiled at her jar of nearly transparent goo. Zelda turned and put her nose up in a pout. She marched to the exit.
“Wait wait!!!” Purah raced ahead. “Don’t be that way, Zeldy! Look!” Purah opened the jar. Zelda plugged her nose in caution only to release it and look down. Inside the fluid and what was causing the glow was a scale from a dragon.
There was no way…? And yet the glow was so familiar, so nostalgic. Zelda stared at it, deeply transfixed. Her green eyes drew the image in deeply and locked her head in to place. So long did she stare down into this glowing scale that her eyes began to hyper focus into slits and turn a faint shade of blue.
Snap! She was suddenly broken from her transfixion. Purah snapped her fingers and held the jar a little further way now, perhaps taking note of the reaction but certainly not stopping her current plans.
“As it turns out,” Purah walked over to one of the shelves and removed a tarp of thin green fabric to reveal a line of similar jars, “Linky had kept some Zelda-bits on him!” Purah grinned as she ran a gloved finger over one of the jars. “Said he needed them, which is very relatable. If I found you while you were in dragon form I absolutely would have harvested ingredients from your form.”
The princess went beet red, covered her chest with her arm, and turned to march out again. Purah raced over on her knees and bent her head down into a low bow so her nose kissed the ground.
“Please, please forgive your foolish hero your majesty! It was for the good of the kingdom, and so is this!” She lifted the jar. “I used a special elixir to restore the magic to these components! They were already strong, but they had begun to fade from their illustrious status when they were fresh from the exalted Dragon of Light! Now restored, I wonder if my theory holds…”
Zelda was transfixed again, staring deeply into that scale. Purah scooped her thumb into the strange fluid and scooped up the scale and flung it with her thumb. The scale thwapped on to Zelda’s bare shoulder and adhered with the thick slime like fluid. It sunk a few centimeters and left a trail of shimmering skin before coming to a complete halt.
Broken from the spell, Zelda was immediately frustrated but even her tempers did calm. “I don’t remember what it was like. I just knew I chose to do it, and my decision helped Link. If I can make that decision again… But will it not reduce me to that same beastly state? Unaware of myself, lost to base desires?”
“No no, that’s the hope! We’re going slow,” Purah reached for another jar on the shelf. “I put some other parts into this special brew in an attempt to quell the personality alteration, the beastly status! I want to give you the power of a dragon without making you no longer our princess…” Purah’s glassed glimmered. She ran her finger over Zelda’s skin. The scale would no longer budge no matter what she did. Zelda gasped and tried to pull the scale away but it was stuck in deep. Her nails slipped and she itched, revealing more white scales growing before the original planted one.
It was startling to say the least! When Zelda had originally turned into a dragon it was a very sudden and violent process, but this time she was allowed to really bask in it and feel all the little emotions. The difference between bursting into flames and slowly turning the heat up on the stove. Zelda searched in the tent for a chair and was satisfied to find one tucked away in the corner. Zelda tugged it forward as the scales gradually climbed down her arm.
Her breath became more and more visible as it grew hotter and hotter. Zelda pushed her rear back against the chair. She was agitated and excited and anxious and so painfully aware of her body as the scales climbed down her arm and reached her wrist. The scales of her forearm were darker and grayer. She looked to Purah, her shoulder aching and pulsing with a powerful feeling, and she gave an order. “I assume those jars are the other materials. Please, let’s do the next one now.”
Next was a talon. Purah fished it out of a bigger jar and smiled sheepishly. “I tried to make it a bit smaller, but all my files broke on it and even a knife couldn’t cut in to whatever material it is made of.” She leaned down and planted it on to one of Zelda’s still sandal clad feet.
“A moment, let me remove them first—” There was no moment given. The talon glued itself to Zelda with a certain oomph of magnetism. It sunk in to her, the feeling not dissimilar to a hot bowl laid down on her back, and immediately the pulsations joined in concern. Zelda felt like a body of water with two different disturbances casting constant circles of waves. Wherever the waves met there was a clash, a discordant yet embraced mayhem waged as war in her flustered body. Zelda gasped.
It felt good. Strangely good. There was power to it, as if she herself was being upgraded. Link had done something like this hadn’t he? Merged things together to make stronger weapons. “This fluid you are using… Purah? Is it…?”
“My studies of the past have bore fruit,” Purah smiled. “The sacred art of merging, once purely artificial, is finally organic. I started with steeds and… concluded it needed work, but it opened my eyes. Before, it was only traits that was my desire to transplant on to humans, but what if it was the actual animal that was the goal? Not the strength of a dragon, but the arrow proof scales and claws that can rip through armor?!” Purah smiled smugly as Zelda’s sandals popped off her growing feet, talons topping each toe, scales spreading across steadily.
Tap tap tap, she wiggled her new talons across the floor and growled. “That’s… they feel nice! Aha, well right now I can only protect Link by kicking so we may as well keep going! What’s next?”
“Hmmmm…” The scientist pushed her chin into her fingers. She marched around the princess. She rubbed Zelda’s shoulder where now accent fur was growing along the tops of her limbs. And then she circled around and ran a finger down her back. Zelda bit her lip hard, trying her best to suppress a rather unpure sound as her sensitive skin was especially susceptible to touch. She was a disturbed pool with waves clashing, and anything adding to this disturbance was, while not unwelcome, uncontrollable when it came to her reactions.
With both hands, Purah squeezed right above Zelda’s rear. The princess had half a mind to stand up and march out again! But… she knew what was coming would be worth it. Zelda lifted her hips from the chair and very gently pushed her rear out, both hands down on the stool to support her.
Something cool pressed against her back. It bit through her clothes, eager to tear apart anything keeping it from its source. The object nibbled into Zelda, like affectionate bites from a cat, before suddenly sinking in. She felt the weight, felt the object go from cold to the sort of warm you only feel in your familiar extremities.
“There… one of your back spikes is in place now!”
“Oh?” Zelda wagged her rear playfully. But then she grit her claws. Something was pushing out from her back, extending her tailbone! The skirt of her night gown struggled as a lump pushed out against her panties before settling on slipping the hem lower and lower… The tail grew thicker and longer, growing faster than anything else so far.
“Interesting… each change faster than the one before!”
Zelda moaned! She couldn’t hold it back. As her mouth was open, Purah laid another item in her maw. Zelda winced and tried to spit it out but she couldn’t. She slid her tongue around in her mouth searching for the foreign object only to wince in pain. She had cut the tip of her tongue. She opened her mouth. Each tooth was sharp now, huge draconic fangs.
Her mouth stayed open and wide as her face stretched. Her jaw pushed out first but the top follow suit. Scales covered her face and her eyes closed through the intense pressure. When she opened them they were glowing blue. She growled and soaked the stool with her pleasure.
“Purah.”
“Um… yes?” She wasn’t expecting Zelda’s voice to be that… powerful!
“Hrgh…” Zelda kicked her clawed feet and swiped her tail in the air. “I feel… good. Really, really good. And I… struggle to remain couth in this, but I must…” Zelda hissed and her eyes ignited like blue fires. “MORE. GIVE ME MORE!”
The pressure was twisted and reversed. Purah rushed to the shelf to find the other materials that were as of yet missing. Zelda was left their with her breath laboring, consuming her. So much mayhem was happening in her that the only thing she could focus on was how strong she felt, how mighty she was becoming. She rubbed and rubbed at her loins, wanting so badly to hide it but even that part of her was becoming enraptured in the loving embrace of change.
Strangely, her loins seemed more bulbous than she was used to. She kept rubbing all the same, encouraging the thicken sensation pushing against her fingers. Her hips humped her crotch into her hands as Purah returned with what would be next from behind.
Purah’s breasts pushed against the back of Zelda’s head as she leaned forward to plant two antler-like horns on Zelda’s head. Zelda cooed and immediately craned her neck forward. Those antlers plugged into her head and their pale color ignited into a cyan glow just like her eyes. The horns brought their own power for sure, but it was now Zelda who was powering them.
“Yes yes yes…” Zelda’s long ears were covered in fur and grew longer and floppier. She RIPPED her pajamas down the middle just as her lap was filled with something dark and thick. The rip revealed that her crotch had grown a thick dark sheathe and a pair of sagging nuts covered in smooth small dark gray scales.
Zelda swayed her hips, letting those heavy orbs sway between, the head of her cyan cock poking out of the sheathe to fill the room with its glow.
Purah rushed over to her notes, panic in her voice. “Oh no… I…” She looked back over at Zelda. “We went too quickly, Princess! Those items each had Monster Essence in their adhesive! I’ve corrupted the formula and got… carried away. Such is science! But, luckily for you, I have an antidote!” Purah held an orange vial aloft. Zelda snatched it with her tail and SMASHED it against the ground.
The dragoness launched forward and grabbed Purah forcefully by her shoulders and pushed her to the ground. Zelda used her tail to then stand back up immediately. She placed a talon on Purah’s chest and sunk her claws into her top, ripping into the fabric. Purah gulped as the goggles in her hair tie went loose and let her white hair cascade against the floor.
From below, Zelda towered over her scientist, her cyan glow filled the room and filling all the gadgets with power. Zelda emitted this energy endlessly. She focused on a rocket in the corner of the room and was able to activate it without any issue, sending it firing off into the air and blowing a hole in the tent. Zelda’s back grew more of those cyan spikes, her antlers grew longer as she feed each part of her with the powerful energy in her core.
“As your Queen I order you to strip, Purah. Your Highness makes a formal request as she has need to relieve herself.”
“But—”
“Does your research not need an experiment?” Zelda narrowed her eyes and frowned sternly. “You may refuse, but—”
“Yes…” Purah ripped her clothes off the rest of the way and presented herself, gloved fingers pushing her tits together and her still clothed slit drooling at the show of dominance. “Your majesty.”
Zelda quickly made preparations. With her eyes glowing, she broke the Zonai capsules hidden in Purah’s tent. A stabilizer was erected and used as a tail to bend her over. Purah was pushed over it. A glowing ghostly stake was then taken. It was pushed between Purah’s hands and her wrists were chained with spectral cyan to it. There would be no moving until her queen was done.
Preparations were complete. Zelda ripped a hole in Purah’s pants and pushed the head of her beastly cock. Purah panicked a bit, “Wait! With this bondage, I can’t write my results.”
“Oh? A pity. We shall record it instead,” Zelda smiled and hovered into being the last item she brought on her own person; Her Sheikah Slate. Purah’s eyes followed it as it was levitated in front of her and then glued to the wall. Zelda stopped holding back once it was in place.
“Go on!” Zelda laughed. “Tell the slate how you feel, I shall too! I feel amazing! I feel stronger than I have ever felt in my life! Hahahaha! Link can rest easy now, Hyrule has another protecter in me, her majesty, her Queen! I feel the power surging through me, the power of the stone I swallowed! I can’t believe it’s still there, but the dragon parts pulled it out of me. I can’t believe how effective they are at it too, it feels like… a reminder. Did you know Purah? I’ve been a dragon for a very, very, VERY long time! In fact… I’ve been a dragon for a MUCH longer time than I’ve been a princess~”
Purah moaned and quaked and broke herself upon the apparatus. “Yes… your… cock is so big and mighty! Even bigger than Link—”
Zelda grabbed Purah’s head and squeezed just a little. “Comparison is the theft of joy.”
“I mean… it’s true! You’re so much better… so much stronger.”
All the same, Zelda purred. She couldn’t help but wag her tail.
“Zelda… is thrusting hard into me!” Purah moaned. “The mating will likely not be fruitful, but I can’t rule out the possibility of heirs! Hrghh! And she’s… she’s speeding up… she’s…!!!”
Zelda came without any relenting. She roared so loud it awoke the guard in the castle and blew apart the tent, sending things flying and the tarp flying through the air. The slate fell camera down into the dirt. Zelda tugged out and lifted the apparatus that Purah was tied to with her magic and then placed it atop a Zonai wheel so she could be brought with, bent over and leaking cum from her form and a giddy grin on her face.
When the guard arrived they could hardly believe what they saw. “Your majesty! You’ve turned back?”
“Indeed,” Zelda smiled. “I’ve actually come to like this form, and I am fortunate to have a very helpful scientist,” She slapped Purah’s ass and perched her fingers into her slit. Purah moaned weakly, too tired to muster a word. “Call for Link. I require someone of his… stamina.”
Link awoke in his home, eyes wide. His time to adventure has returned, and the world had need of his… sword…
What am I doing…
