Perhaps I've broken some sacred Zelda/mpreg rule. That or no one else on this site is creative enough to come up with an idea where someone other than Link gets knocked up. Ya gotta love pattern breaking.
Actually, this is the third idea I've tried. The first one I didn't have enough material for, and the second one everyone was really out of character in.
As always, I'm not waiting to come up with a solid plot before posting this, so cross your fingers and hope it goes well.
I'm crossing my fingers too. On my other account I write stories for a more popular fanfic category, so people are more likely to be over in that section. But you know what, I bet that the only reason people don't read so many Zelda fanfics is because they're afraid that every single one will be a written version of one of the games. No offense if you've done this, but talk about zero creativity.
Anyway, this story uses a mixture of manga and game story line. For example, Vaati never went back to the Minish world with Ezlo, but the Twinrova were behind Onox and Veran (or who knows, maybe you find that out in the game. I always got stuck on the last dungeons before I could get the final element)
Well, here goes.
Chapter 1
"You called for me?" he refused to say 'master'. Others may have served the dark one, but not him. He was independent. Who cared if the other was stronger than him? He didn't need someone to suck up to.
"Vaati, you've finally arrived" Ganondorf grinned "It certainly took you long enough"
"What do you want from me? Surely any task you can give me you could get done quicker on your own" He scowled, a bitter town falling into his voice "or do you just want me to run an errand that you find beneath you? Forget it. I'm not some obedient little lap dog like your shadow clones"
"Of course you aren't" Ganondorf grabbed Vaati's long, lavender hair and yanked his small body off the ground "Unfortunately, even most of my minions would do a job better than you. I do know one thing you're good for"
"I d-didn't come to… be insulted" Vaati managed to hiss.
"Don't you want to know the use I've found for you?" Ganondorf asked
"As if it matters? I don't serve you"
Ganondorf growled and hurled Vaati against the wall. The Minish cried out in pain upon the impact and fell to the floor trembling. He stood up, legs shaking and glared at his attacker. Raising his hand, he began to cast a spell, but before he could finish the proper chant Ganondorf had slammed his knee into the smaller boy's guts.
Vaati curled up in a ball, gasping and shaking uncontrollably.
"You don't serve me?" Ganondorf asked "Well, we'll have to fix that" He brought his foot down hard on the smaller one's hand. Vaati screamed as the bone cracked.
Unlike Ganondorf, he wasn't used to fighting in his human form. He always took on a more demonic form before fights, a form where he felt less pain. Ganondorf's attack had caught him off guard and he doubted he could manage to transform himself without the spell being interrupted. He wasn't used to fighting like this, he wasn't used to the pain.
"Who's your master?" Ganondorf asked, lifting him off the ground again.
"I s-s-serve no… one" Vaati said weakly, refusing to give in.
He was dropped to the floor where he lay, quivering and nursing his broken hand.
Ganondorf kicked him in the side before dragging him in to an unoccupied bedroom.
Struggling, Vaati managed to sit up.
"Look at you. What a weak little child you truly are. Though I suppose no more could be expected of a Minish" Ganondorf slipped a bracelet onto Vaati's wrist "That will suppress your magic. Have fun getting it off, because until then, you're mine"
Vaati sat there in shock for a few minutes after Ganondorf closed the door. Finally he got up and felt around for some sort of light. He eventually managed to light a candle and look around. It was a simple room with basic things such as a bed, nightstand, and a wardrobe. In the corner was another door leading to a private bathroom. The door out of the room was locked, but there was a small slit for food to be passed through.
Vaati looked around the room for a Minish device Ganondorf may have missed that would allow him to shrink to Minish size, after all, he didn't need magic for that, he just needed to know the words to activate the portal. To his disappointment if there were any in the room the candle wasn't enough to show it.
There wasn't a window either. Vaati vaguely wondered if he'd suffocate in the room.
Regardless, Ganondorf obviously meant to keep him trapped in there. Now he was wishing he'd asked what his use was, since it seemed he'd live it out. Was he going to be made into a servant? Maybe he'd have to scrub the floors while other the suck ups who'd joined of their own free will laughed at him. Maybe he'd be forced to spend endless hours cooking. Maybe he was just Gannon's doll, something kept to be looked at but never touched.
Out of all of them, cooking sounded best. He'd always cooked for Ezlo, and he cooked for himself, so he was pretty good at it, and while people would eventually learn that he was trapped in a kitchen it was probably the least humiliating.
Scrubbing and being a doll both sounded equally embarrassing, but scrubbing included being down on the floor in rags, and there were few things he hated more than cleaning. Being a doll on the other hand, how long could he take that, just being some prize for people to stare at?
He shuddered. None of it sounded great, but any of them would require two hands, which meant Gannon would probably send for someone to at least bandage the hand he'd crushed.
Eventually, Vaati curled up in bed and fell asleep.
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He had no way of knowing if it was day or night when he woke up. There would no longer be time for him in him windowless room.
Warping out was pointless, he couldn't sense any of his magic. He struggled to yank of the bracelet, or maybe break it so the hideous large red beads would spill across the floor, adding a bit more effect to his escape. The bracelet wouldn't even budge on his wrist.
Vaati abandon hope after tugging on it for what felt like hours. Ganondorf had placed it on the wrist with the broken hand, so it hadn't hurt to tug it, but the injured area was throbbing regardless.
He sat back down in bed and stared at the candle. It was almost burnt out now, and he didn't see anymore in the room.
It was boring, waiting for the darkness to come so he could wait and see what Gannon had in store for him. He no longer believed anyone would fix his hand. Whatever his use was didn't require he use hands it seemed.
The candle finally burnt out, having used up all the wax. Vaati lay in the darkness waiting to see what was in store for him for several hours before Ganondorf came in, locking the door behind him. He summoned up an orb of light to pierce the darkness and grinned at Vaati.
"Name one thing, anything other than freedom, and I'll get it for you"
Was it a joke? Vaati couldn't tell. The most he could do was play along with it for now "Bandages" he said after debating with himself. No light would be inconvenient, especially wile looking for an escape, but he was worried his hand might suffer permanent damage if he didn't do something about it.
Ganondorf nodded before suddenly pinning him down on the bed. Vaati's mind went blank for a second. He was terrified of another beating. Maybe his use was that of a punching bag?
When Ganondorf stripped his clothes off, he got the idea through his head a little better. His guess about being a doll seemed to have been his closest.
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Vaati lay in bed bleeding and sobbing. He knew he must have looked utterly pathetic, but it was to dark to for anyone to see him, were anyone there.
He didn't know how long it had been since Ganondorf had left, though he suspected it hadn't been to long. As promised, a roll of cloth used for bandaging wounds had been left on his nightstand, but he felt too pathetic to treat his hand, which was starting to swell, right then.
He'd never felt so defiled in his life. It wasn't fair. Even in his Hylian form he was tiny, whether or not he liked it. Without his magic he didn't stand the slightest chance against Gannon. Sure, he could use a sword, but what good would that do against a man of almost all muscles who was at least twice his size?
Finally, Vaati got himself together enough to go to the bathroom. He rinsed himself of in a shower until the water turned cold. After this he came back out and bandaged his hand, ignoring the pain while he felt around to make sure all the bones were set in the right place before the bandage was put on. After this he went back to the bathroom and soaked in warm water until he felt like one giant prune.
With that over, he climbed out and re-dressed. Barely remembering to drain the tub before lying down on the floor. He didn't want to use the bed anymore.
He felt void of any hope. Ganondorf would keep him locked up forever. He'd spend the rest of his life locked up, being visited only when the man felt horny. It was enough to make him regret betraying Ezlo.
A nice scent wafted into the room. He crawled over to the door and felt around. Someone had slipped a warm plate of food under the door for him. Since there were no utensils with the food, he ate with his hands.
After he had food in his system and felt a little cleaner Vaati was thinking a little clearer. Now he knew what Ganondorf's plans for him were. Maybe he could find some way to escape with what he had.
The bandages seemed to be a payment of some sort. It might be the only thing he got in return for 'cooperating', in which case he was screwed (no pun intended). If he were given more what should he ask for? Freedom wasn't an option, but how far could he stretch that. Access to the rest of the castle sounded like a good request. If that wasn't an option then candles were a necessity. Why weren't those a given? Who the hell left a room so dark in the first place?
Maybe he could get a window put into the room. It was just the beginning of summer, it was hardly fair that is favorite time of year was spent locked up, though he may spend the whole year, even the rest of his life, in the single room.
In the end, the most he could do was wait and see if anything worked.
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Rune Caster: The worst I'll ever do with intercourse is imply that it happened.
R&R please.