It should have been a time of celebration, a time of peace. The Divine Beasts purified and recovered, Calamity Ganon defeated, Princess Zelda rescued. It should have been a time of rebuilding the land of Hyrule, recovering from the hundred years of strife and pain that had followed the Great Calamity. For most of the remaining Sheikah Clan, it was exactly that - Kakariko Village was deserted as the Sheikah had made their way to Hyrule Castle to aid in the rebuilding and the recovery of lost knowledge.

For Paya, young granddaughter of the Kakariko Village Elder, Impa, it wasn’t.

At first, she had been a bit melancholy. It was madness, but the fact was that if Zelda wasn’t around, she’d thought that maybe Link would look at her like she looked at him. It was pure childishness, selfishness, but she hadn’t been able to deny a small part of her thought that way. She’d quashed it quickly after Zelda returned. The important thing was that Link was happy, and she’d certainly never seen him happier.

But three months before, something had happened. It had been kept quiet, to avoid a panic, but rumors circulated that Zelda had disappeared. And then not long after, Link was nowhere to be found. It was all hearsay and rumor until one day Divine Beast Vah Ruta disappeared in the middle of the night - at that point, the nascent government of Hyrule couldn’t pretend all was well any longer.

Impa had confided in Paya that she suspected the Yiga clan was on the rise once again. They’d been enraged by the death of their leader, Master Kohga. So it certainly tracked that they’d be utterly maddened by the defeat of their beloved Calamity Ganon. It was obvious that the lack of activity in between Ganon’s defeat and the disappearances had been the Yiga biding their time, saving their strength for their grand move.

They had kidnapped Link and Zelda, somehow. They’d found a way to subvert the divine beast, even protected as it was by Mipha’s spirit. Somehow, they’d become stronger than they had been since the Great Calamity, possibly even stronger than they had been then.

But what was she to do? She was one woman, and not a fighter. She had no idea where to even begin looking. Impa, seeing how her distress interfered with her work, had gently suggested she return to Kakariko to help look after the children and take her mind off things. Paya had accepted, which was why she was now on the road home…

It was noon on her second day of travel when she saw a figure prone beside the road. She gasped, and sprinted to their side, fumbling in her bag for her stock of healing elixirs. “H-Hey, are you ok!?” she said as she crouched beside them, already pulling the stopper out of one.

“Ah… help…” the wounded woman groaned and rolled onto her back, revealing a fresh gash in her side. As Paya helped her drink the potion, the gash sealed itself, and Paya had a better look. The woman was a redhead, with long hair tied back in a ponytail, and when her eyes fluttered open, they were an equally striking red. “Who… thank you... “ she managed, sitting up now that her wound was healed. “If you hadn’t come along, I’d be a goner…”

“What happened to you?” Paya asked, “I thought the roads were safe, now…”

“The guards try their best… but nobody can stop the Yiga from running rampant, even them.” The woman said. “I’m Izumi.”

“Paya.” The sheikah woman offered Izumi a hand and helped her to her feet. “Yiga? Out here? Why?”

The woman looked around, then narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “You’re not a Yiga Clan member trying to trick me, are you?”

“What? No!” Paya said, recoiling at the implication. “I’m a real Sheikah! Not one of those… lost souls.”

Izumi nodded, and leaned in close. “I don’t think they usually are…” she whispered, as if afraid that the empty road would hear her, “But I think they’re trying to establish a base in the Lanayru Wetlands… that was where they caught me, and I saw some coming out of an old Sheikah Shrine.”

“That’s… how would they even get in there…” Paya muttered, “They should be locked without a Sheikah Slate to open them… and the only Sheikah Slate we have is…” she gasped. “They must have him! That’s the only way they could get a Slate!”

Izumi tilted her head quizzically. “Have who? Do you think they took someone you know?”

“Yes, they must have.” Paya nodded. “I need to… save him, somehow. I have to try.”

“I understand completely.” Izumi said. “They have someone I love, too.”

“Izumi, can you show me where you saw them? I have to save Link no matter what!” Paya said, egged on by Izumi’s own reported loss.

“It’ll be dangerous, but we can’t just leave them, right?” Izumi said, before nodding as well. “I’ll show you. Let’s go - we should make it there by the evening, when they might be less active…”

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A few hours of travel later, they were creeping through the marshes of the wetlands, approaching the shrine Izumi had told Paya about. It loomed out from the land, a structure of metal and stone amidst water and dirt. And from the blue color of the energy criss-crossing it’s surface, it had definitely been opened.

“I don’t see any Yigas…” Paya hissed.

“They might be inside, now. These days, the monsters don’t have Ganon telling them not to fight the Yiga Clan…” Izumi replied. “Let’s go, they’re probably asleep by now.”

The pair walked up to the shrine and entered it’s doors, immediately being carried down and down by the elevator. This was proof it had been unlocked - Paya felt her heart beating faster, as they descended. Soon, they’d be at the bottom, and then… what? Would they be face to face with the Clan? Would they find that the Yigas had moved on after Izumi discovered them, bringing their captives with them?

Whatever the case, Paya wouldn’t have been able to live with herself had she discarded the lead.

The lift came to a rest, and when it’s doors opened, there was… nobody. Not Yiga nor captive to be seen. They’d certainly been there - there were crates left around the room at random, bearing spare sickles and the Yiga staple food, Mighty Bananas. “They must be deeper in the shrine,” Izumi guessed, “Past all these crates of delicious looking bananas.”

“Must be…” Paya said, picking up one of the sickles from a crate. She didn’t like them, and frankly had no idea how to use them, but it might let her threaten a Yiga who didn’t know that.

Deeper into the shrine they went, finding disarmed traps and solved tests, and ever more supplies. By the end of the shrine, they had found neither hide nor hair of anyone. “Maybe they did evacuate when they saw you, Izumi…”

“Hm. I don’t think so. Look over here.”

Paya turned to Izumi, and was suddenly and forcefully kissed by her. “Mmph!” she protested, unable to make a coherent word in the midst of being kissed. She tried to push her away, but she found she couldn’t move her arms.

As Izumi withdrew, she wiped off her lips. “Ah… it’s been so hard to avoid licking my lips at the sight of you… but I had to stay strong or else I’d paralyze myself!” she giggled, before putting a hand to her mouth. “Girls! You can come out now~ She’s alllll ours~”

From the shadows, a pair of figures seemed to almost appear from thin air. Both were clearly Yiga Clan… one was a black-haired young woman, clad in the traditional bodysuit and with a white half-mask bearing the inverted Sheikah symbol that marked the Yiga Clan. The other was… a Zora? A black-and-red skinned Zora, naked but for her white veil with the same red mark, as well as another Yiga mark tattooed above her sex. “Great work, Izumi~ What a catch, a full blooded Sheikah!”

“Isn’t she just? I knew you’d like her, Saki~” Izumi giggled, and threw something to the ground. A plume of smoke rose around her, and when it cleared, she was dressed identically to Saki.

“Izumi… you said they had your loved ones…” Paya gasped, barely able to move her mouth.

“We do have them,” the Zora said. “Namely, they’re us~” She put a hand on Izumi’s shoulder, and none too gently pulled her into a kiss.

Izumi pulled back, dazed by the kiss a bit, before grinning widely. “You can say that again, Hitomi~”

The trio approached her, surrounding her such that even were she not paralyzed, it would be impossible for her to escape. “Now, what to do with you…” Saki said.

“Hard to do anything with that mark on her face… keeping Mastah’s powers away, that’s so rude~” Izumi added.

“Well, simple.” Hitomi said. “We turn it against her. The old Clan was working on this, before that hero got at them…” She produced a slip of something that looked like paper, on which the Yiga’s mark was drawn. “Hold still, girl~ Not that you have a choice~”

Paya tried to protest, but before she could the paper was stuck to her forehead. She felt a burning sensation across her forehead, wherever her evil-warding Sheikah Clan marking was - the paper was covering it completely. But just covering it wouldn’t be enough, would it?

“It wouldn’t be if this was normal paper, and not infused with Ganon’s magic.” The Yiga-clan Zora said, as if reading Paya’s mind.

The paper began to glow, and the pain skyrocketed. Paya shouted, screaming as the burning sensation blocked all thought. She couldn’t see it, but the mark on the paper was changing, inverting - soon, it was the upright Sheikah mark. Hitomi ripped it off, handing it off to Saki (who promptly tossed it over the edge of the platform and into the depths of the shrine).

On Paya’s head, the Sheikah mark was no longer there. It had been replaced by a Yiga mark. Izumi laughed at the sight. “Awww, a mark meant to get rid of darkness is now just begging for it to come, that’s fun~” she said. “Now we can do whateeever we want to you~”

“What… I feel… wrong…” Paya gasped, struggling to think of a way out of this nightmare scenario. “I can’t… what…”

Saki grabbed her from behind, hand reaching around and gripping her bust. “That’s enough. Don’t think anymore. Just let us take care of you~”

The last thing Paya saw was the mask Izumi pushed onto her face. The moment it made contact, her mind was too overwhelmed to process anything else.

Without the Sheikah symbol to protect her, Paya wouldn’t have been able to do anything already. With the Yiga symbol instead, her corruption was rapid and all consuming. The mark amplified the magic of the mask, making it change her faster and more completely.

Her long white hair went pitch black in nearly an instant, the new darkness crawling down her hair at high speed. Once that was done, it styled itself, red hair bands appearing to help keep the lengthy mane in a pair of twintails. Her Sheikah robes followed suit, turning black and red before they pulled close and tight around her body. Their material began to shift from fabric and silk to a stretchy latex, as it became skin-tight and form fitting, expanding down her arms and legs. “The new hair suits you far better, sister,” Hitomi said, inspecting the new style with clear approval.

The new form fitting nature helped to emphasize her modest figure. It helped more as that figure changed and became rather less modest. Her small chest grew out beneath Saki’s fingers, drawing a gasp of pleased surprise from the Yiga as she helped to mold her new sister. “Ah… sister, you’re bigger than I am~” she giggled, gripping and squeezing the breasts to encourage their magical development. Paya’s ass wasn’t left behind, developing into a thick bubble bottom. The skin tight uniform helped to display her newly developing muscles, evidence of the more active role she would soon take.

The Sheikah’s mind was under constant assault throughout her transformation. Her memory, her morality, her personality, all of it was corrupted bit by bit. She tried to hold on to her village, her grandmother, to Link, but even her strongest memories were… changed. She didn’t remember growing up in Kakariko, anymore. She’d clearly grown up in the Yiga hideout. The nearest thing she’d had to a parental figure was Master Kohga. Even the memories of her clan-mates were replaced. She’d grown up with her Yiga Clan sisters, Izumi and Saki…

And her upbringing had of course made her who she was that day. As her personality was remade, she couldn’t truly be considered the same person who had entered the shrine. Paya, the shy but loyal Sheikah with a crush on the hero, didn’t exist anymore. The Yiga in the making was a woman of confidence and aggression. She knew what she wanted and was not afraid to take it. She was devoted third to the Yiga Clan, and second to her sisters. But the true object of her devotion, the one who she loved above all… well, that was her beloved master, Ganon, of course. Who else?

Izumi leaned in close, pressing against the girl from the front like Saki did from the back. “Welcome home, Emiko~” she said, leaning in to kiss her on the mouth, hungrily and lustfully. As she did, behind the mask the last vestiges of Paya left the woman, her eyes turning as red as her sisters. The last little bit of her recognized Link in Izumi, somehow - and that was what lost her completely. She gave in. She loved Izumi. She remembered how she’d taken Izumi’s first kiss, and vice-versa. How she’d taken her virginity, and gotten the same in return. She remembered their lengthy romance, a devotion to each other exceeded only by their devotion to their Mastah.

Emiko let Izumi kiss her for a while. Then she pressed back, pushing her to the ground and redoubling the kiss. She added a good groping to it, her hand giving Izumi’s ample ass a squeeze, before traveling up to her thighs, and then to somewhere more… sensitive…

“Emiko, maybe let Izumi breath a little.” Himiko said.

Emiko rolled her eyes behind her mask, but pulled herself off Izumi, who moaned with contentment and pleasure on the ground. “Fiiine~ I was just giving her a good greeting…”

“I’m sure.” Hitomi said. “Welcome back, Emiko. How was your time in the castle town?”

“Boooring. I had to pretend to be one of those stuck up Sheikah Clan… they don’t know how to have fun, you know? Fun to tease though. You get within a foot of them and act sexy and they turn into a little mess just like that~”

“Did you get anything useful though?” Hitomi said. She rolled her eyes at her less serious clanmates - Saki had joined Izumi on the ground and was picking up where Emiko had left off.

“Yeah! They’re going nuts about Vah Ruta, and their fancy princess and hero going missing. They’re too disorganized to resist anything we do.”

“Excellent.” Hitomi said. “You’ll give me a better report later. For now… feel free to go back to what you were doing.”

While Hitomi went to plan out their next move, Emiko did just that… it had been too long since she’d had some real fun...