Run for the hills (and Talus)

The chus' heinous gel tortured Zelda's breasts and womanhood. She could feel every bounce and careless brush against her sickened skin. A maddening ache demanded she address her current situation, but the more noble aspects of her mind held sway... for now.

The princess knew she could not stay exposed and **** to any passers by. She was the princess, future ruler of Hyrule, a leader to be seen as the embodiment of a Goddess. She was not to be found in slime soaked panties and lewdly attentive nipples pressing through a translucent bra. She most certainly was not to be seen with slime leaking from her every orifice and stimulated to the point of subconsciously thrusting her hips like some unconscionable whore. Those few scraps of her mind not burning in humiliation or desperately yearning for release fixated on the icy peaks of the Great Plateau. Surely no one in their right mind would bother wandering about the ruins on those snow-capped peaks.

Better still, the princess could quench her curiosity and see if those legendary peppers truly would keep you warm in even the most **** circumstances. Zelda took small solace, and even some self-deprecating humor in her penchant for research even in the midst of an unquestionably unfortunate circumstance. A biting chill in the air assured the adventurous young woman that she was incredibly near her destination. The chu slime only seemed to amplify the painful cold. Zelda thought her nipples couldn't get more disruptively erect when she climbed out of Hyrule Castle's freezing river. She was proven devastatingly wrong when the damned chu violated her. Now her breasts seemed comically pert, and part of her feared they may be permanently on lewd display.

Zelda's more delicate lady bits similarly suffered from the frozen air. The excessive stimulation of her exhibitionist sprint set her loins afire. She could see the reddening flush of desperation through the translucent lace of her panties. If she didn't know better, she might have thought it the aftermath of a particularly satisfying night with her favorite of Purah's inventions...

PURAH'S INVENTIONS! The Shika Slate! Zelda only now remembered the compromising evidence surely on plain view on her Shika slate, now lost and forgotten in some monster infested field. A problem for another day. For now, she needed to find some peppers. And find them she quite fortunately did. Eerie how they seem abundant where they are needed most. Zelda brought the fruit to her lips with trembling anticipation. The delicate, shiny flesh glided over her lips. A spicy sweetness crept down her throat much more enjoyably than chu jelly. A few rivulets dribbled over her lips and down her chin. She quietly scolded herself for her messiness as she felt the peppers work their magic.

And magic it was, she could feel the stinging cold melt away and a pleasant warmth flooded her core. For a moment she forgot she was a hapless princess running around Hyrule's holy sites in her underwear. Then the rustling of a nearby fox brought the princess back to her senses, and she became intimately aware of her predicament. She thought for a moment to grab an additional handful of peppers should she need them, only to realize she had no means to store them. A tentative attempt to store even a single pepper left the slime-stimulated princess on the edge of loosing her dignity to a piece of fruit. Even a few innocent peppers in her bra brought an unbearable stimulation to her nipples, and Zelda refused to tempt fate further with the consequences of spicy peppers and delicately aroused flesh.

Thus the reluctantly exhibitionist princess began climbing the mountain before her. Snow deepened with every step, and were it not for the peppers, she surely wouldn't last more than a few moments. Zelda planned to reach the old shrine high upon the Great Plateau's mountains, where she could rest and contemplate her situation. The princess remained so focused on her climb, she neglected to notice gel clinging to her delicate frame. Slowly, ever slowly, the gel acclimated to its new frozen environ.

By the time Zelda finally reached the summit, her garments had been irreparably altered. Thoroughly soaked in slime and now twisted by the cold, the princess's unmentionables now clung to her like liquid glass. Unfortunately for the princess, they refused to yield their insatiable torment of her nethers. The newly icy touch of slime gel continued to stimulate and claw at the princess's modesty until she could finally take it no longer. Sufficiently safe at the summit, the princess decided to tend to her desires. Obstinately to help her focus and find sufficient relief to think clearly. Most certainly she did not enjoy the perilous arrangement and most definitely not for want of relief for its own sake. With utmost shock and frustration, the princess discovered the full extent of her clothing's alterations. Their once loyal clasps now sat permanently frozen stiff. Their straps and bands caressed gently, but stubbornly refused to stretch or yield, trapping the flesh underneath their frosty embrace. Confusion and uncertainty tore at the princess as her fingers desperately searched for a way to loosen her panties's grip along her hips, or to free her breasts from their glass cage.

It was all for naught. No matter how desperately she rubbed or clawed or bounced, or tried to grind any and every surface in frustration the freezing armor about her nethers kept her proudly on display and helplessly prohibited from release. For the first time today, Zelda's sensitive nipples failed to poke through their restraints. If only she could soothe their infuriating lust. Her royal buttocks sat beautifully framed in a thin, translucent and wonderfully shapely restraint, highlighting perhaps her most famous quality. The worst and most frustrating prison however, put her lovely womanhood on glistening display. She could swear the light itself amplified her ever growing frustration. And yet that paper thin, perfectly sculpted icy curse denied any and every external sensation that might buy release.

So lost in her attempts to free herself of her lewd hell, Zelda lost track of time, and were it not for the biting pain in her fingertips, she might not have noticed that the pepper's wondrous effects were beginning to wane. A wicked wind racked her body with a frightful chill, and the princess knew she would have to worry about getting off the mountain before she could get anything else off. The blizzard's intensity only worsened as her shivering steps proceeded down the mountain. Even in the finest Rito gear, with the best guides in all Hyrule, the blizzard would have been impossible to navigate. Naked, freezing, and desperately distracted, the ill-fated princes had little chance to find a safe passage down the mountain.

Thankfully, by divine guidance or capricious interference, the good lady Zelda did find fast passage down the mountain. An ill, or perhaps fortuitously, placed shield found its way beneath a lovely but unsteady foot. That shield and its new passenger found expedient, albeit minimally controlled decent along the snow strewn paths of the mountain. The half frozen princess on a long forgotten shield burst out of the storm, far past the snow, and a short ways across a stone strewn plain. Had the rusted shield not been is such disrepair, it might well have carried her to safety. As it happened, the princess found herself slamming quite forcefully into the side of a strange stone outcrop.

Fortuitously, the impact shattered Zelda's iced prison. For a few happy seconds, the endlessly frustrated woman felt a welling of freedom. Then she felt a welling of the earth as a titan of stone roused from its slumber. The princess in her delirium was unsure exactly what happened next, though stones moving at considerable speed were likely involved.

All the princess could be certain of now were a series of unhappy but irrevocable facts. She could not see anything. A long, hard object filled her mouth and the upper portion of her throat. Her hands and arms were firmly secured far from the comfort of covering her fully exposed self. An agonizingly lovely crystal of some cruel fashion was humming against her womanhood. A talus and its cretinous offspring were patrolling the area. And perhaps worst of all, Link was almost certainly going to find her like this.

Now all she could do was play the waiting game... and perhaps enjoy her newfound freedom with that ever so lovely crystal.