Monsters (Chu)

The princess had headed out just before the break of dawn. Link would no doubt be absorbed in his morning training, climbing walls and sliding about on his shield like a child. The king rarely rose before the sun, and never left his chambers without a proper breakfast. Zelda would have several hours to herself before anyone bothered heading out to find her.

Even at the height of summer, the castle waterfall was refreshingly cold. Unfortunately for the princess, it made the waters nearly unbearable in the small hours of an early spring morning. "I must find a better way to escape this wretched castle." Zelda whispered to herself with a shiver as she hauled herself out of the pool. The nearly frozen waters **** her clothes to cling tightly to her thoroughly drenched frame. Her pants hadn't left much to the imagination before, but now they may as well have been painted on. The outlines of her undergarments pushed through the thin fabric, detailing every curve and texture barely concealed beneath. Her blouse hung just as tightly, the chill forcing her nipples to jut out, nearly painfully so, clearly announcing themselves despite the pressing through several layers of fabric.

Despite the indignity and discomfort the princess pushed forward, such hardships were simply the price of freedom. By the time Zelda made it out to the fields of the plateau, the sun had only just breached the eastern horizon. It would be some time before the air began to warm, and more importantly, the princess's clothes would not dry any time soon.

She could, however, take the opportunity to embrace the moment. Surely a selfie or two to commemorate another early morning in the field wouldn't hurt. After all, the princess would be the only one who would ever see them, and memories of her work with the guardians were often her only comforts on tough nights alone. Well, those and thoughts of...

The princess scolded herself for a moment and blamed the rubbing of her unmentionables against the sopping wet fabric for her deviant thoughts. To silence such intrusions, she set to work finding just the right poses and angles to commemorate the morning. Perhaps she ought to have focused less on her pictures and more on the world about her.

As the princess returned her Sheika slate to her hip, she found her situation... less than ideal. Seven blue, slimy figures now surrounded the increasingly panicked princess. "Don't you dare touch me! I am... I am... As PRINCESS of this kingdom I demand -EEK!" Zelda's threats were cut short the moment one of the chus collided with her from an unprotected flank.

The princess landed sprawled on the ground. It took her a moment to comprehend what'd just happened, more than enough time for the slimy beasts to make their next move. Before Zelda could react, the chus engulfed her limbs and pinned her to the ground. Their slimy bodies easily withstood her thrashing protestations. After exhausting her limited stamina, Zelda found **** but to await the creatures' next move.

She watched in terror as the gooey appendages began tugging at her boots, dislodging them with ease. Worse yet, two of the creatures worked their ways from her limbs to her torso, pinning her more securely in the grass. "Oh you wouldn't dare! HELP! HELP! THIS IS YOUR PRIN--Glmph" Zelda's pleas for aid were cut short as one of the monsters **** a gooey tendril down her throat. The indignity and sudden invasion brought small tears to her eyes, which widened in horror as she realized what the beasts had planned next.

The beasts on her torso sent their slimy appendages under the waist of her pants and through the collar of her blouse. They soon found her pert nipples and delicately trimmed womanhood. In her **** thrashing and resistance, Zelda upset the creatures. In retaliation, the chus at her wrists and ankles set to work tearing her outer garments apart, piece by tantalizing piece. The princess would offer greater protestations, but the slime filling her mouth made simply breathing an arduous task, leaving little room for screams or admonishments.

The growing stimulation of her breasts and unmentionables reached an infuriating head. If these creatures were so base and despicable as to **** her noble body, they ought at least give her some level of satisfaction. Instead, the princess found herself teased to the edge of release. Despite her best intentions, the princess's hips arched and slammed against the ground in frustration. Zelda's excessive movements only invited further teasing and invasion. The infuriating dance continued until the princess fully exhausted herself, giving in to the sweet bliss of unconciousness.

When she awoke, Zelda found her blouse, pants, and shoes ripped to unusable shreds. Her bra was soaked in a cold, thick slime turning the white lace transparent. To her horror, the fluid seemed to stimulate her tender nipples, exiting them into fully erect prominence. Worse still, she could feel a tingling sensitivity in them, amplifying every movement: from her breath to the subtle motions of her arms in any direction. Any attempt to cover them sent a wave of stinging pleasure through her breasts. Her best and only hope was to leave them be and try not to make any sudden movements.

Her panties fared similarly, coated in slime to the point of transparency. She could feel the cling of the fabric ridding up her buttocks, accentuating her every curve. Her delicate labia sat outlined and tormented by the only fabric hiding her shame. Anything greater than a handful of slow, cautious steps resulted in agonizing stimulation.

Only one thought coursed through her mind...