The Twilight Realm, a place little in Hyrule ever knew existed besides a few in high places with its true origins clouded in mystery. All that was known of it was that it served as the former prison of an ancient tribe of men and women who had started a war against the divine in an effort to claim the Triforce and in turn; exert their influence over the Sacred Realm itself. The place has since evolved into a thriving land of its own. With the descendants of said prisoners becoming peaceful beings composed of shadow after prolonged exposure to the Twilight Realm, whoever they once were, only the Twili remained now, utilizing strange magics and technology to maintain their civilization. It seemed as if the Twili's age of peace would last for eons to come.

Until a new problem arose, a problem many a civilization would inevitably face. A power vacuum caused by the death of its ruler. In this case; the king of the Twilight Realm. With his death, much talk would arise about who would be most fitting to take his place, drawing their conclusions to two individuals; his daughter and his closest advisor. But many feared the advisor, for his ambitions and eagerness to take the throne reminded many of their ancestors' mistake, of the war that eventually led to their imprisonment in the first place. The very fact they were able to maintain their sentience at all was a stroke of luck. Who was to say they would fare well if another conflict arose because of a ruler whose eyes looked out beyond their empire.

So it was little wonder when the members of the royal family had elected Midna, the Twilight Princess, to take the throne, fearing what Zant, the former king's advisor, would do if he were to become ruler of the realm.

But it wasn't as if Zant would simply give up his plans and retire from his position, far from it. Left depressed and in a dark position of emotional turmoil, a certain being recently banished into the Twilight Realm using the guise of a god would come to the troubled Twili man, promising that he'd bestow upon him a power that would help him take over as king upon the condition that he free him from this world back into the Light World, whose people had banished his ancestors in ages past…

It didn't take much for him to agree to such a proposal. A god responding to a heartfelt prayer to guide his wayward soul so soon after his perceived betrayal by the royal family? Why it must’ve been the hand of fate itself! Or so the poor fool deluded himself into thinking.

With his newfound power and a loyal following of fellow Twili who shared his vision that their race had a grand place ahead of them, leading unsatisfied lives in the confines of what they saw as a prison. Zant would begin his uprising, usurping the throne, stealing the princesses powers before cursing her into the form of an imp.

Robbed of her grace and power, all Midna could do was run and watch as the power maddened Zant sets his plan in motion; corrupting the Twili people into mindless beasts by depriving the realm of its calming light before siccing them upon the Light World where Hyrule laid in an effort to begin his so called reclamation of a world he and his followers stubbornly believed to be theirs. In his eyes, the caged rats were free, and the vast home that lay before them was theirs for the taking.

Escaping into the Light World and making her way throughout Hyrule, which was already well under siege by Zant's forces and that bastardized Twilight of his, it wouldn't be long till the impified princess would cross paths with the fated hero, the 'Divine Beast' recounted of in legends past.

From there, the two would travel between the two ravaged worlds, setting things right, helping the citizenry, undoing Zant's work and eventually bringing down the true instigator of all their troubles; Ganondorf himself. Ending it with a permanent severance of the link between their two worlds to ensure nothing like this could ever happen again, bidding Link a heartfelt goodbye in the process with a restored Midna returning to lead her people in the Twilight Realm once more.

That was how things were supposed to end. How events played out according to historians and archived records. But in another timeline, the hero and heroine would not fare as well as they did in the story. In this split route, Zant would, in all his limitless wisdom, come across an ancient formulae he'd just so happened to find in a time he was flipping through, only able to discover it in the midst of a conversation with his 'god'. Grinning from ear to ear as he immediately begins alterations to the stolen Sol in his possession before planting then once more in the Palace of Twilight, innocuous traps just waiting for that blasted hero and his accompanying imp to steal…

"For a moment there I was beginning to think your incompetence was going to keep us both stuck in an endless loop of frustrating back and forths…if I hadn't stepped out then to block that Hand, we might still be running down that corridor!"

"Easy for you to say…and 'we'? I did most of the work mind you, if you'd gotten off your fat bum earlier we might already be done with the Pedestals by now…"

"Excuse me? My…bum…isn't portly…not one bit! It might seem that way because of this temporary affliction but once we're done with this and Zant has been brought to his knees, I might consider gracing you with my true splendor~"

"Looking forward to it…"

"My don't you sound enthused…liven up abit oh great hero. We're almost at the Pedestals."

Kicking up a small cloud of dust as he lands expertly on his feet while hefting a large dull gray orb of unknown make above his head, the Hylian man with a striking head of blonde clothed entirely in green and browns slowly moves over to the center of the circle carved out in the center of the giant platform that was the Twilight Palace's courtyard, being careful to deposit his load onto one of the visible indentations that had been left vacant, waiting for its brethren sphere to take its place alongside it.

The young man, a stranger in a foreign land, was Link. A rather ordinary youth raised far outside the lands of Hyrule. The teenager would see a sudden and drastic turn of events that had him growing from an innocent village boy into an experienced warrior under the guidance and tutelage of many other brave individuals. With the Master Sword in hand, a journey long traveled and the domain of the being responsible for plunging Hyrule into permanent, corrupting Twilight, Link was feeling hopeful that all would soon be well once more.

And by his side, emerging from his shadow, was a small creature that bore the characteristics of a female imp; tiny stature, shrunken proportions upon which were faintly feminine traits and a large wobbly head made even more ridiculous by the ungainly stone mask weighing heavily down on her forehead with a frayed plumage of deep orange hair tipped with faint neon blues and yellows. Staring out into the world with large yellow eyes with a gray black body lined with luminous blue strips of light, running over every inch of her skin. Strange as far as imp standards went.

For this was indeed no ordinary imp. Rather the cursed form of the Twilight Princess herself. Despite losing most of her magical abilities and physical capabilities, Midna's offensive and defensive capabilities were still a force to be reckoned with, aiding her unwitting partner through thick and thin. That didn't mean she could last long on her own however, for one; she would shrivel and burn once exposed to the Light World, forcing her to take refuge in Link's shadow whenever their travels took them outside of the Twilight Realm. And secondly; while she could still cast some offensive spells and utilize her hair like an extension of herself to form weapons with, that didn't mean she was invincible. If her enemies outnumbered her or were far too powerful to deal with, then mortal danger was always around the corner for the disgraced princess, waiting for one minor slipup to send her falling into death's cold embrace.

It had necessitated her to find a willing aide in the unfamiliar world of Hyrule, someone she could use, to exploit. And that someone would be Link. Catching sight of the cursed Hylian in the form of a Wolf, the first thing to come to mind were the legends foretelling the arrival of a hero in the form of a Divine Beast, encouraging her to act on her whims, egged on by thoughts of revenge against Zant.

Her dark viewpoint would soon be changed upon witnessing the selfless sacrifice demonstrated by the Hylian princess Zelda and the heroism of Link. Coming to terms with her goals going forward after meeting with the Sages that had cast the evil force that had perverted her people and her home in the first place. Forgiving them while vowing to save both the Light World and the Twilight Realm.

That didn't mean she had to stop her banter with the Hylian hero of course, she had grown to love exchanging haughty quips with him, they were comrades in this fight to save both their worlds true, but that didn't necessarily mean they had to be stone cold, stiff warriors like the ones told of in legend.

Watching him unsheathe the Master Sword from his back however, a reminder of what ultimately must be done to maintain the balance between the two worlds flashes by in her mind, maintaining her calm demeanor throughout the entire process with bated breath. Once Link had charged the blade with the power of light, their path to Zant would be guaranteed, securing victory and peace for the foreseeable future, the firm line of her lips curling downward as Link stabs the Master Sword into the pool of light.

Deep in thought however, Midna's usually keen senses would fail to notice the booby trapped Sol's currently inlaid into the contraption beneath their feet until the calming blue glow filling the symbols and gaps in the floor begin to take on an ominous red glow with traces of violet running along its length.

By the time Midna had realized it was a trap however, it was too late to do anything much less run for it, turning just in time to glimpse the falling pink curtain of a magical barrier closing shut around them, encapsulating the duo in a prison.

"Hnghh…Grgh! M-Midna…I think something's h-hapenning to me…"

Turning her attention back toward the imperiled hero hunched over in distress, Midna wastes no time in rushing over as Link manages to free one of his hands gripping the hilt of the Master Sword, whose blade had similarly taken on a crimson glow akin to the light given off by the strange energy coursing through the ground, raising it up to ward Midna off, confused as to why he would do such a thing before said arm flies back over the hilt with a harsh slap.

"What's wrong with you? Is the Master Sword alright?"

"F-Forget about the sword, don't come any closer, it's…something's slipped inside…won't let me go!"

Even in his time of peril, Link's need to prioritize others over himself was beginning to get at Midna, clicking her tongue in frustration before launching a dark magic attack at the Master Sword, hoping to free Link from its grasp with her efforts ending in futility. Something in the air was dispersing her magic before it could land.

"Tch! If that's how this is gonna play out then…what the…Link?!"

"S-Stop! Don't come any c-closer!"

If the sight of the rapidly shrinking Hylian wasn't enough, Link's voice came overlaid with another, distinctly feminine echo that sounded eerily similar to the shocked princess's ears.

With the visible formation of dark splotches forming beneath his tunic alongside the gradual disintegration of said attire, a chill runs down Midna's spine at the sight of the curse that had affected her not too long ago. But unlike her, Link's affliction seemed to be drawn out, delayed, as if his very being fought hard to repulse the effects of Zant's magic.

But even with the Master Sword in hand, whose cleansing light fought hard to shine through the pervading crimson, it was a futile effort. With Link collapsing to his knees, Midna's eyes were greeted with the sight of a smooth slender nape, leading down to an arched spine that would quickly be concealed by the advent of a long silky mane of golden blonde tipped with the same olive green color of his clothes before the mess bundles itself up into a wild ponytail.

Coupled with the smooth, hairless gray-black hide spreading over Link's distorting body, and Midna's fears were all but confirmed, with the distressed hero barely managing to turn his face towards her before it succumbs to the magic; a normal head contorting into an oversized cranium far too large for the waifish neck it sat upon, eyes widening into bug like proportions, corners softening. Until barely anything of the manly youth remained in the face of the wide eyed imp staring back at her, akin to looking at a reflection with matching yellow eyes and red irises. Although the curse was far from over, forcing Link's head back in pain as his small mouth opened to let out a shrill cry that bore nary a remnant of his original spritely voice.

But even in pain, Link's virtuous spirit remained undaunted, staring at Midna with a look that seemed to tell her to keep her distance, all while the rest of his body continues to fall to Zant's magic with the arms still holding on to the Master Sword left weak and limp, stripped bare of any muscle and rendered short slender branches tipped with dainty fingers free of the calluses emblematic of a warrior. And where there should've been a well trained torso ripe with powerful muscles and hard earned scars of victory, all that remained were shapely shoulders, an alluring neckline and a chest that was as flat as a ceramic tile, rendered barren of both muscle and fat before a subtle vibration within grows strong enough to warp and ripple the dark gray flesh of Link's slender body, giving rise to small perky nubs; the bosom of an imp, letting out a shameless moan with a lithe tongue roiling in the air, red irises dazed and rolled back up inside his head, eliciting a click of the tongue from Midna, still unsure of what to do while looking around for clues.

'That shameless fool! Does it really feel that good to be cursed you dimwit?'

While Midna nudged and kicked at the burning Sol devices powering the entire contraption, Link continues to endure the effects of the curse flowing freely within him, spurred by that recent blast of orgasmic thrill he had no doubt never felt before, consuming his prominent abdominal muscles before the once compact navel surges forward into a pudgy belly that had a tint of charm to it with snapping hips widening into girthy handlebars to complete the image.

At this point, barely anything remained of the former Hylian, with his clothes vaporized and his body rendered a shadow of its former self, the enchanted grip seems to loosen its hold over the newborn imp panting heavily in a mix of exhaustion and need, evident in the furious blush on his, or rather her cheeks, intensifying in tune to the flaccid member between thickened thighs letting loose its last hurrah with an audible splatter of juices hitting the floor below. Sapped dry of its useless baby batter, the tiny thing slithers back up into a widening slit that grows thicker to accommodate for Link's new reproductive system; healthy lips atop which sits her twitching clitoris and a tight organic tunnel leading into a warm chamber flanked by ovaries formed by her old testicles, wasting no time in pumping her full of hormones that strips any thought of resistance away for the moment. Collapsing onto her back with a wet thud in time for her ears to lengthen alongside her feet turning petite and clean.

With the curse finally taking the win, Midna had expected the barrier to come down by now, but still the evil red shell remained. Hopping over to her fellow sister lying in a growing pool of her own sweat. While her face remained stoic, part of Midna's mind was hoping Link's sense of self had remained intact. If the hope of the two realms had been turned into a feral imp, then Midna would be left helpless.

"*Ahem* You should've told me you had a thing for being the victim of such curses…I would've had plenty in mind for you to pick and choose from…"

After a few climactic seconds pass, a secret sigh of relief escapes the princess upon the impified Link turning her head to look her in the eyes with an incredulous look, planting both hands over her belly before returning her mischievous quip with one of her own.

"O-Oh yeah? You…You should really give this sort of thing…a try sometime, it's all the rage right now…"

"If you've got the energy to jest then you've got enough to help, or is that bum of yours too big to lift now?"

Lifting herself halfway off the floor before pausing at Midna's remark, a trembling hand moves over to her dump truck rear, gasping softly as her hand sink into a voluminous derriere of creamy smooth and equally soft flesh, finding herself kneading away gently, caressing the oddly satisfying meat with a pleasant tingle concentrating between her-

"Get moving or I'll slap that smile off your face!"

"Jeez, lay off abit why don't you? Can't a man get a feel for his own body?"

"Last I checked, Link was supposed to be a Hylian man, not some salacious imp with a fascination for her own rear…aren't you being a little too complacent? If we don't find a way out and get the Master Sword back, we'll never be able to stop Zant!"

"A-Alright I get it…it's just…ugh, never mind!"

'Maybe those mental changes were more subtle than I thought they'd be…'

Watching the imp trot off with her ass bouncing to the rhythm, Midna's brow furrows with worry before letting out a small sigh, turning her back to inspect the pink sphere imprisoning them within. If this was indeed Zant's machinations, then her warping abilities were probably accounted for.

'But to trap the both of us in here…like, he couldn't simply just use this opportunity to curse Link…there's something else we're probs missin'...'

A twitch of the brow, a passing thought, then peace once more. Midna shakes her head at the sudden dull ache running through her head, unaware of her tiny teats tingling with activity as the dark surface of her bosom begins to throb, slowly growing in size and heft with two visible nubs leading the charge where there was none before.

Right at the moment where the dazed princess would've looked down to check on her itching chest, a loud yelp draws her attention, turning around on notably larger legs filling in with supple fat to witness the sight of Link flying through the air before landing in a heap on the other side of the circle.

Thanking her lucky stars for not testing the barrier with a curious touch like she had been planning to, Midna struts over to Link, frowning a little at the slight trace of pink dotting her friller ponytail, chalking it up to a side effect of being fried by some unknown barrier.

"Nice going there hero…discovered anything else besides like, y'know, the power of flight?"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny…why don't you give it a go? It's totes fun…"

"Wait…what did you just say Link?"

"How being shot through the air is like, the best thing ever? Gosh, get your head together Midna!"

By this point, it was obvious to Midna that something else was seriously wrong. Stepping forward to help Link off the floor with a frown on her face as she lifts her fellow imp up, taking the chance to get a closer look for more…oddities.

Like the metal band jingling around Link's earlobe.

"Strange…this wasn't here before was it? This earring?"

Moving to check on herself in a feminine manner with a hand tucking a stray lock of blonde behind her ears, Midna grows more disturbed at the sight of a wry smile splitting Link's lips as her fingers make contact with the cool accessories, almost as if she loved it.

"Yeah…this totally wasn't here before…"

The giggle was what sealed the deal for Midna, looking back at the barrier in a mild state of panic as her eyelids gain a healthy flourishing of neon blue makeup, Midna's still cognitive mind connects the dots upon sighting the pink mist like aura radiating outwards from the energy field, they were soaking in that strange smoke and they never even realized it!

"L-Link we need to like, find a way out of here fast. I think it's doing something totally wicked to us!"

Even as she spoke however, Link was already looking far worse than she had been a few seconds ago, watching as the ditzy imp stumbles forward in a drunken stupor in tune to her breasts surging forward in a sudden growth spurt, much more noticeable than Midna's subtle transformation as hair begins to trickle down her back unnoticed, a back that was slowly gaining in strength to support the hefty weights already bobbing gently atop her chest with each breath.

But instead of concern, Midna was beginning to feel uneasy, angry. As if the sight of Link's freshly grown mammaries was making her feel…

'Jealous? I can't be feeling jealous?'

"Aww~ What're you lookin' all pouty about Midna? Are you like, actually jeal-"

"Snap out of it! This totes isn't like you at all Link!"

With a harsh slap on the cheek from Midna's animated hair, Link recoils for a moment before seemingly coming to her senses, shaking her head while rubbing her sore cheek in disbelief, widened eyes scanning over her still changing body with a hint of panic and embarrassment.

"W-What's happenin' to us Midna? I…my tits've totally grown!"

"Whatever it is, it isn't good, you already sound like some cheap bar girl after whatever you did earlier, and…I'm totes starting to feel weird too…"

"Yeah…your body's like, really starting to look good~"

"Link!"

Recoiling in stark embarrassment mixed with dear at her friends words, Midna could already feel the drastic changes that had gone unnoticed till now; a jiggle in her chest, a weight pulling down on her rear and an overall increase in mass throughout her once lithe form. She didn't need a mirror to realize just how ridiculous her body was beginning to look, tracing fingers over swollen lips, a sore and tender pair of milk bloated teats showing no signs of stopping and, with a pleasured gasp, a sizeable behind that was impossibly sensitive to the touch. With a simple squeeze already enough to dampen her snatch, whose labia was undergoing its own transformation; gaining a plumpness to it that would guarantee an amazing time for the lucky man to grace her body.

And with the manifestation of solid steel shackles around her shapely wrists, Midna already had an inkling as to who that man was, feeling disgusted at herself for feeling excitement at the thought of that disgusting usurper.

"Link, we've gotta find a way out, before we totally lose ourselves!"

"I…I got it…maybe the S…So…weird balls? We could totally try removing them?"

Knowing better than to tamper with the source of the curse that would no doubt have measures put in place to prevent its removal, Midna's dulled sense of urgency, likewise affected by the ongoing curse ensnaring them both, did little to spur the princess to action, only able to reach her hand out in an unheeded warning, watching horror as Link's hands make contact with the sabotaged Sol, sparking a brilliant pink before blasting the vapid imp with a strong dose of the mutagenic smog.

But with her mind in a state of confusion and the curse continuing to deprive her of knowledge and tact, Midna's concern distorts into a frustrated yell.

"You big dummy! That glowy ball was so totally-ugh! I'm like, totes sorry Link…that wasn't what I meant…oh no…your body!"

"Yea~ It's feelin real good Midna…you should totes get a good whiff of this stuff y'know?"

With an ass that was already big enough to be viewed from the front, what emerged from the cloud was disturbing to say the least, it was like watching a perverted artist's depiction of a woman's appeal ramped up to the max. Bestowing Link with the rump of a healthy sow by the time she stumbles free off the clouds' influence, lingering remnants trailing over the smooth surface of her voluminous asscheeks like the lingering hands of a loving partner, almost as if the pink smoke was alive, preventing Link from escaping as it soon moves to shroud the helpless hero, resuming its work much to Midna's dismay, stumbling back before tripping herself up, falling to the floor with a jiggle.

"M-Midnaaa…help…it's like, doing stuff to my head…can't run…hard to think…need to f-fi-fuck…"

As her pleas for help devolve into wanton moans and demands for sexual release, the living smoke wastes no time in completing the half baked caricature of list before it; running down Link's open mouth, inflating her lips into bubbly cocksuckers while caking her face in heavy makeup. Boosting the lustrous sheen in her hair while converting the last strands of green into gaudy pink. Pumping more and more of the corrupting substance into her body, drowning the Hylian youth she once was under an engorged pair of breasts far larger than any Midna had ever seen, spraying the stunned imp with a liberal serving of sweet nectar as ghostly hands give each tit a firm squeeze, forcing womanly cries of pleasure out of Links mouth, the shame of it all burning in her lust stricken eyes, clearly struggling even now to resist the urge to give in, flailing her shortstack limbs in protest before cold shackles much like the ones on Midna's arms snap shut over Link's, immobilizing her with ethereal chains, helpless and feeble.

"L-Let her go! Zant! I know you totes hear me up there!"

Even though there was no response, the imperiled princess knew their tormentor was right up there at the top of what should've been her palace, mocking them from behind the safety of glass and stone.

"Don't…oh god…Don't stop! Keep going! Fill me up!"

"L-Link? What're you…you're kidding right?"

Midna knew then that it was already too late. Even as she protested the sight before her eyes, the wanton look of lust on Link…no, the imp's face, was undeniable; eyes hazy, tongue eager, happiness instead of fear and anger. The friend, the hero she knew as Link was no longer there. All that remained was an ordinary imp, chained up and ready to serve her Master's every whim with the body of a pleasure slave finalizing itself over the once honourable form of the twin realms ruined saviour. Letting her submission be known to all with a rapid twitch of her overbearing hips followed by a seemingly endless flow of fluids from between her legs, leaking forth from a snatch that seemed all too eager to fill itself back up as the smokey tendril jammed inside her from the moment the trap was sprung frees itself from her tight innards.

There was nothing left of the one formerly known as Link, everything; from the experience gained during a long journey across two worlds, the memories made and the virtues learned, was removed from the empty head of the vapid little imp, moaning and croaking in the aftermath of her first orgasm. Hands chained up, feet bound to ornate heels that looked more like heavy weights than shoes, the imp looked like an inflated mass of flesh with how large her breasts had become in combination with her oversized rear end, lending further emphasis to her hips in the process.

She looked less like a living being and more like a plaything for perverted minds…and a physical representation of the fate that awaited Midna herself, already halfway there herself in the time she had wasted entranced by her friend's corruption. Feeling the weight of her own hearty tummy, the smooth caress of her aching mammaries with a loose drop of excess honey dribbling down the length of it and finally; the clink of her very own pair of earrings, realizing too late that these too were enchanted to inspire obedience in the wearer, feeling a pleasant warmth radiating from between her trembling thighs with each metallic ding in her ears.

With her back against the wall, Midna's last bout of resistance would be shattered as her pumped up ass rubs against the barrier, sending her flying towards the mist with a blast of mind numbing pleasure rocking her body, shrouding her vision in white as her flying figure comes to a stop mid air, like a fly caught in a trap as the cursed cloud drops its previous victim to the floor, moving to encase the Twilight Princess, her mind surrendering to the intense pleasure brought about by her Master's power…

Until she was royalty no longer, stripped of her remaining sense of self still putting on a valiant fight, the wispy arms of Zant's magic lays the newly bimbofied imp down before her sister, exiting her pillowy lips with a wet pop, releasing her newly grown head of hair trained to pleasure men, unhanding her swollen breasts and giving her tight snatch one final rub, adding her own fluids to the pool beneath her feet. Her eyes showed no hint of intelligence, a shadow of what once had been Midna, heiress to the throne, now more concerned with returning to her Master's side, hoping she would be put to work immediately over taking back the throne. Because why would she ever need to? A short, powerless creature designed to bring the utmost pleasure to anyone, man or woman. That was who she knew herself to be now, nothing more, nothing less.

With the arrival of two dark hands composed of stone and lined with ominous red strips of light, the Usurper King himself would watch with joyful glee as his two newest slaves are led away from the courtyard, following along with nary a complaint as the hands pull hard on their leashes. The corrupted Sol devices were a success and with it, both the Divine Beast and the Master Sword were neutered. The two biggest obstacles impeding Zant's rule over the two realms.

And as a bonus, both the meddlesome princess and her loyal dog were now under his control, willing to do everything that was asked of them without a second thought. Sure, they were almost useless outside of combat than even the most basic of Shadow Beasts, but in other matters…Zant would be sure to make the utmost use of them there…especially Midna…

All obstacles were pushed to the side, and it seemed as if Zant's victory would be secured. But the price for tampering with magics not even his almighty benefactor knew of would soon make itself apparent.

Epilogue

-A few months after the disappearance of Link and Midna-

Without the Twilight Princess and the prophesied hero to stop his madness, the Shadow King Zant and his ‘god’ would wreak havoc across both the land of Hyrule and what remained of the Twilight Realm, inching ever closer toward the king’s goal of permanently fusing both into a world of pure, complete darkness. It wouldn’t be long till the wicked Twilight holding Hyrule prison covered the entirety of the Light World itself.

But before that could happen, Zant would show less and less, no longer seen confidently leading his armies with rumors amongst the resistance talking of the vile king falling ill. No longer in a position to lead, much less see combat at the frontlines.

And without the Shadow King’s power, his forces would soon follow suit, weakening drastically enough to allow even those in the resistance to fight back and stage bolder offensives all across Hyrule. But without anyone on the other side in the Twilight Realm, it seemed to be a futile effort if the head of the snake continued to live.

In a certain chamber high up in a palace within the realm however, the two sparks once thought lost were beginning to regain their former brilliance…

"Hey Middy? You like, gotta sec?"

Calling out from one end of the dimly lit bedchamber, a blonde haired imp idly lazing around on the comfy sheets calls out to her partner, busying herself in front of the mirror with a careful application of makeup over her chubby face while her hair; in the shape of an animate arm, applies a thin layer of moisturizer over her arms, multitasking to the limit.

"What is it Lili? This better not bug me about somethin' like letting you hog all the glory tonight, I'm getting real tired of you stealin my show!"

"Oh it's nothing like that…haven't you like…seen what's goin' on with the Master lately? He's totes losing his steam…and you’re not really feelin’ like letting him use you like his sexpet anymore, am i right?"

Halting her makeup application for a moment, Middy puts her mind to use in what felt like a very long time, struggling to remember the past few days. But try as she might, nothing came to mind.

"I dunno…since you seem to be a smarty pants…mind telling me what's gotten you all heated up?"

In all her life and  the few moments of lucidity she had when apart from the man she and Lili had come to revere, Middy only ever remembered this dark, cramped room. It was only recently when she was given the time to develop her thoughts, gather what was left of her mind and think for herself.

Months ago, she'd have been bowing lifelessly on her knees with zero complaints, but now? Her shackles were making her mad with itch and a want to see what laid beyond those heavy wooden doors grew stronger. It was like something within her was calling out, resonating with the unknown just outside. Alongside that, dreams were beginning to plague her nightly rests. Dreams of being raised a princess, of terrible turmoil and unrest when someone had usurped the crown and the proceeding adventures through lands that were innately familiar to her, just a tongue away from being remembered.

So in a way, hearing Lili, her fellow imp, utter something that wasn't related to matters of the bed was a big relief to her, concealing that excitement behind her cold exterior that only ever gave way under the Master's subverting presence.

"He's been growing weaker I think…like, really weak. Just the other day I've been prodding around when he's had his way with you, and the way he moves; all slow and heavy…ever notice him like, gone for days?"

"Prodding around? But you've never-"

"That's, like, totally the thing? Y'know? What I've been trying to say? Gosh Middy, catch up will you?"

"If you'd like, talk normally for once, I would've totes understood better…"

"Hey, not too long ago you were like, a total embarrassment. Couldn't even speak a sentence without drooling!"

Clicking her tongue at that bite, Middy had to agree with Lili's claim; that the Master, and in turn whatever sway he had held over them since the start, was waning. How else could she explain how her feelings for the man were beginning to fade? She no longer felt the overwhelming urge to bow, to give herself to him whenever he came around now. And just last night, she could've sworn the man seemed…smaller…in both height and mass. No longer able to subdue them both in one sitting like he used to.

"Shit talk aside…I'll have to agree…I did notice something totes weird with his bod…by the way, do you get these dreams too? Weird really wild ones you've never seen before."

With a thoughtful look crossing her face, Lili rolls over onto her back with a hefty jiggle from her oversized chest, speaking in a voice free of the vapid undertones plaguing them both for a while now.

"Yeah…I started seeing them a few days ago…mines about some…warrior I guess? Real scary ones with monsters and stuff…but I swear I…saw you Middy. In the dreams! Well, without those oversized cow tits of course.*

"So I guess that means you…feel that urge too?"

"To go outside? Something beyond those doors calling? Yeap…felt them around the same time the dream cropped up."

In that moment of silence, the two imps exchange glances, nodding in affirmation towards the shared plan they both had in mind, right as the handle to the room trembles before opening slowly, accompanied by haggard breathing and unsteady footfalls…

Tonight would be the last night they would spend coddled in the bed like toys, once they were done sapping the man of his remaining strength, they would take their leave, heeding the call of the aged sword embedded in the courtyard right outside, waiting for its rightful owner to fulfill their calling and end the long reign of terror that held its grip over the twin realms for far too long.

THE END