Work Text:
Midna smiled to herself. Despite being cast out of her position as the ruler of the Twili—and trapped in a diminutive form at that—the saucy little imp felt like her fortunes were on the rise. As twilight crept across the realm of Hyrule, most individuals were transformed into morose shades… but one had instead become a powerful, savage wolf. Feared as a threat, the beast had been tossed in the depths of Hyrule Castle.
Just ripe for the taking.
Midna crept in on tendrils of shadow magic, smiling to herself. She’d seen the boy this beast had once been; a strapping young rancher with rippling muscles and a mantle of dirty-straw hair. Now he was a lithe, dangerous beast with dark green-brown fur and a sleek, powerful body. A few traits of his old self remained, however; the looped earring pierced through his ear, and vivid sapphire-blue eyes which bespoke a man’s intellect.
She grinned harder. A captive beast with the selfhood of a man? Now this was intriguing.
She emerged from the shadows, all smugness. The wolf immediately stopped his fruitless attempt to break his chains with his teeth and growled. Midna tittered out a laugh. How cute! He thought he was so scary, with those fangs of his.
“Sit, boy,” she commanded, pointing down at the stone. The wolf continued growling angrily at her. Oh, so he wanted to be recalcitrant? Well, that was fine… she was more than happy to play with him.
Summoning the red-orange hair-hand she used to manipulate objects, she pressed firmly against his rump. The wolf chuffed out breath as he was forced down against his cell’s floor. “Siiiiiiit,” Midna repeated, keeping her hand there—she only let up when he stopped trying to wriggle free.
“That’s right, boy,” Midna said, tittering out a laugh. She took in more of him. Oh, he was delicious; those muscles promised incredible stamina, and a peek between his legs revealed a furry sheath with a tiny lip of red poking out.
“Already?!” she exclaimed happily, clapping her hands together. “My, my, my! You like being treated like a dog, don’t you?”
The wolf shied away from her, a snarl rippling out of his mouth, but Midna was hardly fooled. She’d seen that flash of red and knew what it meant.
“Oh, no need to play hard to get, wolfy,” she teased, drifting over. She reached out her hair-hand to stroke him and withdrew it as he snapped at her. “We both want to be rid of this blasted twilight, so why don’t we team up, hmmmm? Besides, I’ve been so lonely in this form…” She drifted closer to him, stroking the bottom of his chin with her hair. Orange played amidst green, like a painting of a forest gone alight. “I bet you’d like to play with those big furry balls and that knot, wouldn’t you, boy?”
The wolf still shied away, suspicious, but he couldn’t hide the unveiling of his cock. Midna was absolutely delighted. A knotted cock was already quite the treat, and the fact that thanks to her impish new form, she’d have to be a regular size queen to take it on… well, she enjoyed nothing if not a challenge.
Still, if she was going to have her own wolf, he’d have to be trained to follow her orders!
Humming to herself, Midna snapped the wolf’s shackle free of its wall anchor with shadow magic. The iron was still clasped tight around his paw, and the chain dragged… but he was free.
Or so he thought. The wolf made a break for it, but Midna wreathed the end of the chain in a cocoon of shadow, yanking him to a stop.
“Did I say you could go, wolfy?” she teased commandingly. Looking at her darkly, the wolf leaped at her, jaws snapping, but Midna easily drifted out of the way and yanked tighter on the chain. Her wolf yelped as the chain tugged him tight. She kept it pulled taut, tugging at his paw for a few seconds, then let it slack. The moment it was done, the wolf collapsed against the stone, panting. His tongue lolled from his mouth.
“Now now,” said Midna, “that’s no way to behave after I helped you and everything. Didn’t you hear me? You’re going to be my pet, wolfy, and help me through this spreading twilight. And I’ll be able to reward you when all’s said and done…” Still smirking, Midna turned her body sideways and ran her hands over her shape. Even in this implike form, she was still stacked with curves galore. She could immediately tell that her luscious little wolf knew exactly the type of ‘reward’ she meant.
“Now,” she said, still holding the chain like a leash, “I’m going to have to train you to follow my commands. You misbehave and I’ll yank unpleasantly hard…” Here she jingled the chain. “But obey and you’ll learn just how fun I can be, pup. Now—sit.”
He chuffed obstinately and stood his ground.
“Tch-tch-tch,” Midna said, yanking tight on the chain. Her wolf growled and bit at it again, a completely fruitless gesture.
“Didn’t you learn your lesson before?” she said. Keeping the chain tight, she summoned her hair-hand and, as before, pressed against his rump. Her wolf fought it but he couldn’t stand up against her onslaught; his rump rested against the floor.
Although he hadn’t done it of his own accord, when she removed her hand he stayed sitting, so she let the chain slack. “Gooooood boy,” she purred, and was delighted to see his body tense. His fur puffed up—not from fear or anger, she thought, but from arousal. He moved his paws to try to hide his sheath but she could see a fair bit starting to grow.
“You like it,” Midna said, her voice rich like dark ale. She glided in a lazy circle around her wolf, the chain clinking as she went. “You can try to hide it all you want, but I can tell. You’re a naughty pup acting up so mommy can put him in his place, aren’t you? Well, I’m happy to oblige. You’ll find I’m good at training all sorts of beasts. Now rise, boy.”
He stayed stubbornly sitting, so she yanked the chain again. This time he did not try to bite it; looking frustrated he allowed her to pull him up.
“Good boy!” Midna praised, leaning in to scratch under his chin. Her eyes were half-lidded and she shot him the lustiest daze she knew how—and to be frank, the former queen of the Twili could be downright debaucherous when she wanted. “Such a very good boy…”
He tensed and then almost sullenly sank into her scratches. Standing on all fours it was harder to hide his penis; looking between his legs Midna saw it was nearly at full mast. A crimson knob swelled at the base as his knot began asserting itself.
“Come, boy!” she said. “Make mommy proud!” She led him in circles around the cell, praising him whenever he did what she wanted. “Stop!” He stopped. “Sit!” He sat. “Pant!” His tongue flopped out.
“Ohhhh, such a good boy, so very well trained,” Midna said. She scratched under his chin while stroking his back with her hair-hand. The dual onslaught threatened to overwhelm her wolf, it seemed; his leg thumped against the ground and his tail began to wag. “Such a well-trained wolfy, I’m not even scared of those fangs. In fact…” She leaned closer, eying his panting maw, the long pink tongue. “I bet I could lean in and…”
Midna’s mouth met the wolf’s and she was making out with a beast. The wolf tensed in surprise for a split second before leaning into it. He was the bigger partner and made use of it; he shoved his tongue in and Midna was more than happy to let him. His broad, flat canine’s tongue was warm and wet and the little imp shuddered with delight as it explored her mouth. It pressed against the roof of her mouth, it wrestled with her own tongue; when it sank against the back of her mouth, pressuring her throat, she let it in with a moan.
It wasn’t like deepthroating cock but it was close enough, the quietly powerful tongue slipping into her throat. She gulped around it and was rewarded with a conclave of pressure that threatened to overwhelm her. The tongue squatted in her throat like it belonged there, and who was she to deny it? The humid scent of arousal—from both of them; her exotic twilit scent and his bestial musk—played around her nose, emphasizing the sharp, deliciously wild taste of a wolf’s tongue.
When he finally broke the ‘kiss’ a gleaming trail connected their tongues for a few long seconds; Midna was the one panting like a dog. She could feel her cheeks burning. Her wolf looked smug, and dammit, he had a right to be… but she needed to remind him of his place.
Leaning back, Midna spread her legs. Her pert little slit was sopping wet with arousal; her womanly scent filled the room. “Put your head down, boy,” she commanded, and was pleased that her voice was strong; it did not betray her. Her wolf lowered his head without further pressure—what a good boy he was!—and she pressed her hair-hand against the back of his head, drawing him close to her sopping velvet.
“Lick,” she hissed, and he needed no more encouragement than that.
His broad, warm tongue shoved inside and she arched her back. The quaint little cell the two of them still occupied echoed with her moans; and, of course, with the regular wet slap of a dog’s tongue against a thoroughly wet pussy. The wolf lathered his mistress with licks that were quick and energetic. He was a beast and he moved with a beast’s pace, uncompromising and forward; and Midna was here for it.
The pressure and warmth of her wolf’s tongue against her mound was addictive to the point she found herself wriggling her hips up against him. When he dipped his tongue inside she squeezed everything she had; the sensation of his tongue against her tender walls brought to life sensations she’d not realized were possible. His breath was warm and humid against her clit, and when he nosed at her folds, revealing her love button, and then teased the tip of his tongue against it…
Well, Midna was over the moon. She had found a very good boy.
The errant queen of the Twili moaned immodestly as she came, her juices soaking the muzzle of her beloved pet and staining the stonework below. Her wolf didn’t seem upset about the mess, and in fact got to work eagerly cleaning up his mistress. The ministrations of his tongue against her pussy in the midst of an afterglow was to die for…
As he withdrew, Midna half-rose, smiling, and saw her wolf was at full mast, cock at the ready. Well. It hardly seemed fair to deny him a chance to cum. And she was more than ready for a second round…
“Does wolfy want to knot mommy?” she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse with orgasm. Her wolf’s starry blue eyes widened and she could see him fighting to avoid thumping his tail against the stonework. How cute, he still thought she couldn’t read him! Midna could tell he was horny; in fact, it was frankly a miracle he hadn’t pounced her then and there.
“Well, wolfy is a good boy,” she cooed, moving herself into a half-reclined position against a bit of rubble. A gentle tug at the chain was all it took for her wolf to trot over and place his paws on either side of Midna’s shoulders. His shadow swallowed her, and his thick, tomato-red cock rubbed against her womanhood. “Go ahead, pet. Give me the knot.”
And, surrendering himself to his bestial instincts, her wolf slipped right in.
Already tender and dreamy from her recent orgasm, Midna saw stars from this treatment. Her mouth formed a wordless, breathless little O as her pussy found itself accommodating wolf cock. By the spirits, he was big… addictively, unfairly big. Even her old self would have been daunted to take it in, but now? Now it was all she could do to keep it together…
Her beast held in her for a moment, her orgasm-slick pussy letting him put almost all of it inside with relative ease. Then, with a chuff, he braced himself against the stone and began humping her. Oh, now this was divine. Midna found her body rocking back and forth against the stonework, shaking in time to his thrusts. His cock still mostly squatted inside of her, but the motion rubbed it against her inner walls; synapses fired as parts of her were stroked that had never been touched before. Her body was buoyed on a sea of pleasure.
And that knot, kissing against her lower lips… the pressure of it against her cunt was so tantalizing in both its size and what it promised. She could feel it rubbing against her entrance, even nudging her clit. Her body was aflame with maddening desire.
“Knot me, boy,” she said, her voice slightly raspy. She reached lazily for the chain. “I won’t tell you again…”
With a snort, her wolf stopped holding back. He knotted her.
For a brief, transcendent moment, Midna was no longer there in the cell; she was held captive in a plane of pleasure all her own, her short, plump, implike body thoroughly and utterly occupied by powerful bestial cock. Oh fuck, it ached in a way that immediately blended to pleasure; she craved it even as she knew that it was spreading her tighter and farther than she’d ever been spread. Something told her that until that knot decided to deflate, they weren’t unsticking any time soon… not that she wanted to.
And then her wolf tensed and she realized what was coming and suddenly hot canine cum splashed inside of her. Midna cooed as her body eagerly sucked it all in. With the knot plugging her up there was nowhere for it to go but deeper and she felt pleasingly full as she was stuffed full of spunk. Until he unknotted her, she was little more than a vessel for beast seed… and she loved every second of it.
“Goood boy,” she said again, and felt his cock in her tense at the praise. He chuffed happily and his tail wagged. Midna couldn’t help but smirk, pinned and knotted there on the stone. Something told her this was the beginning of a long and fruitful partnership.