Lightning

KABOOM! A terrible rumbling split the sky and shook the stone bridge the princess found herself currently hobbling across. The tangy, metallic smell of lightning filled the air, and the princess could feel the small hairs on her delicate arms and neck tingle with static. "By the Goddess, can this get worse? What cruel demon have I wronged?" The princess's cries of exasperation were drowned out by blinding light and a crash of thunder.

Zelda looked quite the site, hobbling in the world's least helpful garments. Her transparent dress clung greedily to her breasts and hips, framing them as works of art in motion. The hem of her dress coiled and snared itself about her legs, dreaming eternally to bind her completely and fully prevent any forward motion. The whole of the damnable attire drank in every raindrop, dragging itself and the poor princess ever earthward. For the moment, only the princess's accessories seemed loyal to their master. Their glistening gold clasps and shimmering buckles at least had the sense not to betray the girl who so attentively adorned herself with their luster.

...zzztttt... A low, terrible buzzing rose above the princess's struggles. Zelda's eyes slowly widened in fearful realization. A soft, warm vibration trickled up the princess's wrist, emanating from her brilliant bangles. Another wave of tingling warmth spread from a dazzling necklace, and each of her darling earrings. Yet another alerting hum made the princess intimately aware that her once high-set belt had found a new home just below her hips in her struggle to remain relatively clothed. She might have rather enjoyed such a sensation were she not freezing, effectively nude in a storm, and very much in path of an incredibly dangerous phenonmena.

ZzzTttt... Another, stronger vibration surged through the princess's accessories. The golden bands and charms throbbed against her delicate skin, shaking Zelda's limbs more ferociously than the wind and cold could muster. A swift gasp snuck through her lips. Certainly it was the cold, or perhaps the surprise of the sudden movement. It most obstinently couldn't have been her reaction to a certain belt near a certain feminine feature. The princess hadn't time to rationalize or feel shame over such things, as another, stronger pulse surged through her frame... ZZZTTTT!

Suddenly, a blinding flash enveloped the whole of the unfortunate princess. A bolt of unnatural size enveloped Zelda, surging back and forth far longer than any normal strike. A delayed and frightful crack of thunder slammed down from the clouds, shattering the brick and mortar of the bridge all about the princess. For a moment, it appeared the entire structure would be lost to the flooding river below. The bolt finally faded, the distinct odor of ionized air flooded the princess's senses. For a moment, she half expected to hear her mother's long forgotten voice cooing for her daughter.

To the princess's dismay, she was in fact alive and well. As well as a young woman left nude and drenched in the middle of a storm could be. The faint glow of the Triforce slowly faded on the princess's hand, leaving her dumbfounded in the freezing rain. Further to the princess's dismay, her mind slowly became more and more aware of her newly impoverished state.

The argumentative gown she had once cursed for its betrayal had now lay burned to ashes. The golden sash meant to hold her good for nothing dress taught about her torso had now melted into tiny paper thin rivules hugging the womanly curves of her hips and nethers. Similarly, her necklace, once the proud symbol of her country and heritage, now lay as a lewd golden paint tempting her royal breasts with a shimmering, skin-tight embrace. Worse still, the princes now realized she must have braced herself against the bolt with her arms high and wrists too close together. No other event could explain why her wrists were now welded together, inseparably crossed beneath a mass of gold that once might have been bangles.

The princess stood in stunned silence for a moment, unable to accept the cruelty of her situation. Link, the infuriatingly perfect servant of the king, her father, would no doubt be scouring every ridge and rill trying desperately to find her. She was nude. Utterly and completely helpless to the elements or any deviant passerby. Even had she the means to cover herself, she would most likely be unable to don any worthwhile garments in her current state. Should sweet mercy afford her an ounce of modesty, Zelda could feel even now the gentle throbbing of the gold caressing her indecency. The princess was snapped out of her depressed haze by yet another crack of thunder. She had no intention to survive another strike, if only because she feared her situation growing somehow even worse.

Never before had the princes run with such determination or purpose. She was perhaps not fast, given the pitiful state of her hands, the slickness of the ground, and the throbbing of her gold-plated delicates, but she was unquestioning in her resolve. A small crag, hardly enough to squeeze the ample princess through became her shelter. The ice cold stone would have likely stimulated her vulnerabilities, had they not be clothed in a thin skin of gold. As it was, the princess bit her lip and made half hearted pleas to her purity as lighting fell around her.

The cave protected her from direct strikes, but not from the agony of the ionized air about her. The gold plating of her former jewelry still throbbed and vibrated with an agonizingly delightful hum. Warmth flooded her caressed curves. Her face flushed. Hot gasps and stifled moans squeezed past her lips. "It's the cold.... and the... the damnable lightning..." Zelda lied to herself as her bound hands brushed against her skin and its gilded prison. More and more lightning fell around her, and her body felt more and more blistering stimulation. Zelda felt cold, and gentle warmth. She felt ice cold stone, and steaming breath. She felt shamed, and scarred, and uncertain. But most of all, she felt good.

The princess closed her eyes and stopped fighting the rhythmic pulsing of her hips into her helpless hands. She unbit her lip and let her mewls of ecstasy creep into the thunder-filled sky. Her fingers ran across her cold, drenched skin, and the hot throbbing metal. She let experience from far too many lonely nights lead those cruel, clever fingers around every teasing trace and euphoric caress. Zelda let herself fall victim to her base desires, and fled cruel reality for her much more lovely imagination. At the peak of her self indulgence, she let herself see the handsome visage of a most perturbing knight. She even let his name thunder above the clouds and lightning with a violent trembling of her own.

As the princess recovered from her high, she could swear that damn knight from her dreams answered her call. Surely her eyes were playing tricks on her. There's no way that sword swinging oaf could possibly be braving this storm. Surely that infernal blade, and it's ever shimmering sheath would've drawn every bolt upon his perfectly smug visage. If nothing else, his damn holier than thou, better than thou, endlessly and tirelessly perfect stoicism deserved the full and unyielding wrath of this storm. If Zelda's poor dress must fall victim to cruel nature, surely too must that Goddess damned choir boy.

And yet, to her horror a cloaked figure on horseback was most certainly drawing closer.