The real princess was the puppet...

a little idea if the real Zelda tragically became a puppet...

written by a friend, supervised by yours truly.

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“Did my puppet entertain you? She made it so easy to mislead you-

to keep you occupied…”

Ganondorf’s words rang through the sanctum as Zelda felt her body going limp again. Her fake limbs hung in the air like a marionette whose strings were invisible. Zelda wanted to run towards Link, who stood on the other end of the room, but her gloom-infected body wouldn’t allow it, as it was still tied to the Demon King’s power. She had to endure being used as a tool for weeks now, as she was forced to speak Ganondorf’s words against her will to deceive all of Hyrule.

“But such an indirect approach is no longer needed”, Zelda heard, as she saw her master attacking Link. She knew that he would be okay, and that he would be able to rescue her, but what would happen after that concerned her the most. Zelda teared up in anticipation for the moment where Ganondorf’s control would leave her, as she worried about how her life could go on in such a state.

　　Zelda felt a strange sensation coming over her as all of the gloom in her body- what was left of it- evaporated into nothingness. Her arms and legs, which were already malformed into grotesque doll-like Gloom limbs, evaporated too, leaving only a severely reduced torso, and her head. She fell to the ground as she saw Link running towards her, causing her consciousness to fade into nothing as her head hit the ground.

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　　Zelda had feared for so long if she would be openly accepted back after being freed from Ganon’s control, considering she betrayed so many of her allies while she was the Demon King’s puppet. But all those worries were unfounded as her friends welcomed her back with open arms. She wished she could reciprocate their generosity, but her deformed body didn’t allow for much freedom.

Her body had been mostly cured from the Gloom, as even the most infected spots where her arms and legs connected to her body were largely healed, but that didn’t change the fact that her limbs were still gone. She immediately commissioned the Bolson construction company to create prosthetic limbs for her, if only to keep up appearances for other people; to make her look like something other than a severely crippled torso with a head.

Any time she had to present herself to anyone, she wished to be wearing her prosthetic limbs. Somewhat ironically, this would occasionally remind her of the time she served as Ganondorf’s puppet. The joints could be freely moved around by others, like an artist moving around a mannequin. But like any mannequin, Zelda was completely unable to move around her limbs by her own will. Nonetheless , she felt more comfortable when going out with them attached, as Link helped move her light body around anywhere she went.

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But, at night, when the both of them were back at home, Zelda would need to ask Link to help her with one final thing. While the gloom in her body had largely dissipated, there was still one spot on her body that had retained some amount of influence from the Demon King. On her lower abdomen, there was a purple mark, indicating Ganondorf’s control. It constantly pulsates with power, influencing the princess’s mind when it does, causing it to glow when Zelda’s mind goes blank.

For an unknown reason, Zelda can feel an extreme heat wash over her body any time she has any dirty thoughts, as her privates become incredibly sensitive to even the lightest touch. Zelda dearly wishes to be capable of touching herself when this happens, but no matter how much she tries, she can only mildly squirm around until it passes. Her doll limbs don’t obey her at all, leaving her with an unsatisfying feeling when it passes. So, instead, she’s lately begun to rely on her closest companion for comfort.

Normally, Link would just take off her prosthetic limbs before going to bed, tightly hugging her round body until they both were comfortable enough to sleep. But tonight, Link dressed her up in one of her fancy lingeries, before taking her body, and bringing them both to their bed. She lets Link take charge, as he would have before she even lost her limbs, though the idea of her doll limbs essentially only being there for aesthetic reasons always turns her on as well. Even though she can’t do much, she at least tries to make things more interesting for Link by clenching the walls of her vagina together as much as she can.

Any time her G-spot is hit, she can feel a surge of energy flowing through her, making the mark on her stomach glow slightly any time Link pounded into her. Though they only have sex when Zelda asks for it, she still knows that Link appreciates the attention as well, even if he’s too shy to ask for it himself.

“Thank you, Link, for helping me, even though I can’t do much myself.” she says, as she feels herself inching closer to a climax.

“Tonight, I’m your doll, use me however you like!”.

She could now feel that she was mere moments away from having another mind-numbing climax, as she finally said “Please, cum with me!”.

Zelda’s mind went numb as she felt a surge of pleasure echo throughout her small, compact body. Link stopped when he saw the crest on Zelda’s stomach glow a bright purple, signifying his success in relieving his princess’s intimate sexual struggles. Zelda’s puppet limbs rattled against the frame of the bed as her tiny body spasmed in delight. At this moment, Zelda didn’t care what had happened to her. She didn’t care if she lost her freedom at all. Because right there and then, she was exactly where she wanted to be anyway— Close to Link, happily living together in their home.

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I should adjust my plan prices.....