The Imp's hypnotic dance
She would not give Zant what he wanted.
She was the chosen ruler of the Twilight Realm, a power to be respected and admired, and yet for some unknown reason this meddlesome opponent of her had made it so he usurped not only her position, but her people as well. He transformed them into beasts, vowing to rule the World of Light by means of conquest. He wished to add Midna's considerable power to his side, understanding that none would be able to stand in his way if they banded together along with his mysterious patron, but she simply could not accept this man, this violent and crazed individual. He looked at her with lust for both her form and her might and this made him shallow in her eyes and heart and, without a second-thought or consideration, he had used his newfound powers to turn her into a diminutive and impish form, throwing her a little outfit all along. She would wear this, serve his whims, go on to obey his commands and if she learned her lesson he would take her as his wife-slave and allow her to be at his side in subservience, a fate that would be far better than annihilation. She felt insulted, indignant and downright furious, yet her powers were quite diminished in that form, something that did shock her. How exactly had he obtained such spells, such methods of sealing? She knew she was more powerful than him usually, capable of grand feats and he was no slouch, yet now it was another matter altogether.
Her days were filled with serving him as she saw her people turned into mindless masked beasts, only capable of obedience, which usually translated to raiding the World of Light, sending violence their way, the only language he truly understood. He was a pitiable man in many regards, dealing with rejection in a way that was unfortunately all-too-common: with disrespect and dishonor. It wasn't his fault, but hers he repeated, as she did not know her proper place and would soon come to adore him, to love him and to beg for his mercy. She had to take this for the time being, wishing to twist his neck yet no opportunity arose. She needed to go into the World of Light to perhaps have a chance, to gather power and relics to match his might, perhaps even gain a champion to serve her cause...Yet the connection between Light and Twilight had been severed so long ago that she knew not if anyone would be able to see her, to meet her or if they would ever want to. That, and she knew for a fact that going in there might hurt or kill her, thus she needed a plan, anything to come by to help her...And then it did.
A captive, someone whom she had observed with what little magic she had. A denizen of the World of Light, one who had been transformed and attuned in the form of a mighty beast, a wolf of rather impressive size. The man had been captured and chained below, forgotten by all as none thought the creature important, yet Midna knew what she saw, as it was no mere denizen of light...but her tool out of here and her first acquisition in her campaign against Zant. She went to his cell, doing so while Zant was occupied and did not really think too much of more humiliation and torment for the diminished imp at his service. Those times were more often each passing days, which possibly meant that he'd tire of her soon enough and that he'd move on, which bode ill for any long-term or short-term plans. She had much of everything she needed, but she needed the cooperation of this wolf-human, light-twilight being if she was to succeed. He was her only hope and she'd need his cooperation, no matter what it would take. Thankfully, she had everything she needed right here, which gave way to slight smirk on her face as there might be a spell that would be coming in handy very soon, a forbidden spell from an ancient race that would be of incredible use.
His cell was vast, empty save for a crushed box in a corner near the bars, the transformed being somehow still comatose as the shock of passing through dimensions, from light to Twilight, had been quite harmful to his senses. He would wake up eventually, however, as she needed him to. She observed him, his size, his majesty and as he opened his eyes and got back on his paws, a true miracle that came at the nick of time, she witnessed the intelligence inside his gaze. Yes, she could work with him, but he was certainly traumatized, in need of help too, of someone to be his friend...Yet she was an enemy for him perhaps, a stranger. She needed for their bond to be deep and strong in record time...and thankfully she had just the thing for the job.
Link did not know what happened.
All he knew were the facts that it was dark in an eerie and unnatural manner, that he was chained and that he was...a dog? No, a wolf. He felt too tall, too strong and his canines too sharp to be anything less. He felt it in his fur, his paws, his jaws and his whole being. Something mysterious came and dragged him, turning him into an animal and he was confused. He felt both familiar and yet like a stranger in this new body of his, as if it was normal to him to be like this. It was scary, but he did not have time to be scared as the village was certainly in danger, with folks needing him as he tried to use his jaw to go on to crush what restrained him in the spot, a cuff attached to one of his paws in a tight fashion. It availed to naught, though, as the only thing he achieved was a toothache and a firm impression of futility, his captors having clearly though to make it hard enough for him to be unable to escape. Yet they did not kill him? Why? Why was he actually kept in here? Were there any plans for him?
"I found you," a voice echoed from a close distance, heard from a source unseen as Link turned toward its source until a few bubbles of shadow and faint energy came from the ground. Light blue, grey, dark, red and deep yellow, each of them popping quickly and then meshing into one singular form, that of an imp. She wore a tall stone mask with the appearance of a crown, one of its hinges hiding her left eye, a little facial veil of light blue color, a light blue top and some see-through pantaloonss against her grey and black skin, some jewelry adorning her body as she had a hand on her hip, a smug little smile on her face and she looked at him as if she were taller and stronger than him. Either she was very confident, or very unaware of the differences between their size as she was close to the door, at a distance that he evaluated to be outside his reach thanks to the chain. She was not so stupid as to be within his range of attack, which spoke of safety but also of doubt, as maybe there might be a good reason to attack her right on the spot. An enemy? The leader of the forces who took him and transformed him into this? Something else entirely, like a slave dancer here to mock the newest prisoner? He knew not, but he was certain he couldn't trust her. Something about her rubbed him the wrong way. He looked at her with narrow eyes, ready to pounce at any moment should the opportunity and need arise. "Oooh!Aren't you scary!"
She mocked him, a rather fair sign that the chances were high she wasn't on his side, but she relented as she smirked beneath her veil, seemingly observing him up close for the moment. Link did the same, figuring out that this thing, by the sound of its voice and the way its body looked, was assuredly a woman. Or perhaps not, considering he was somewhere else entirely and he was a wolf. He was open to a lot of possibilities at this point as was quite out of his element. He moved his paw to test out the durability of his chain, yet his body did not move in its usual ways, thus it was hard to do much of anything, with the imp's inspection not really helping out in any way.
"Yeah, that won't work. You're locked there for good unless you let me help...But perhaps I shouldn't. Maybe you won't be that useful to me, you know?" she said, obviously teasing him as she floated in the air, inches off the ground and took on little poses of comfort, placing her arms behind her head and crossing her legs all the while. "Or perhaps you just might be, but you must be completely unaware of how to use that new body of yours...So let me help with that~"
Link observed her, never quite getting to understand what she wanted. Why was this harem imp actually taking her time to just do all of this without actually helping? Was this a ploy? A clever trick? He was wary, the own confusion of his situation not helping clear out his mind as he followed her with his gaze as she moved, eventually leading to him unwittingly checking her out. She had a smaller frame, but her hips were rather large and curvaceous. She had a small chest, but she was lean and slender in some key places. However, as he looked at her with a different kind of gaze, that of a man, she chuckled before getting back on the ground right in front of him.
"Had a good look? Do you like what you see?" she teased playfully, quite aware of where his eyes had wandered just a moment ago. Link felt a little ashamed of that, as if some instinct had told him to let his sight lock on those particular parts of her. The fact that she was clearly amused by it made him a little too self-conscious right now as he looked away from her, as if proving that he could be better. "Oh no...You can look as much as you want. In fact...why not do it now?"
He was puzzled by this proposition, but as he peeked at her once again, she had taken a different pose as her arms were up in the air, at shoulder and chest level, slightly bent. She looked at him with her one eye glimmering with anticipation and a smirk under her veil before she then went on to bump one hip to the side, then doing the same on the other side, creating a loop which she kept going for now. That attractive waistline, her belly and those hips of hers were stretching a little as she moved, going for a wide arc, an exaggerated motion which was not unlike that of a pendulum as she kept her gaze upon him...and he kept her gaze upon her.
"There's no shame in appreciating my form and, frankly, what else can you do right now?" the imp said, her voice still teasing and yet filled with a certain warmth to it, as if she knew the effect she was beginning to have on him. She certainly did not lack in confidence as even though she was petite in size and in certain parts of her body, it did not hinder her temperament or her actions in any ways. This gave her some more appeal, wont as he was to give it to her, as Link just stared. What a strange being this was to just get in his cell just as he woke up, only to taunt, tease and then try to...seduce him? It made no sense but as he asked himself those questions, his eyes did went on to lock themselves upon her without him being truly aware of it. "That's it. Just indulge yourself. Look into the form of Midna and rejoice. Just relax and enjoy yourself~"
He looked at her and he could not help but really set his gaze upon those forms of hers. The grey and black semi-patterns on her were rather fascinating, making her skin seem luscious and flawless somehow. The red hair escaping from her crown swished a little as it floated above like a little flame, highlighting her while those hips of hers just continued doing their thing. Her soft and smooth-looking belly, complete with a round petite navel, were beginning to look tantalizing as his own questions began to grow dimmer. He was still in search for answers as to who this Midna was. What was her story? Why was she doing this? Was she a prisoner here too? Those queries lingered, creating an air of mystery to her as he began to get increasingly fascinated by this imp.
"Just breathe in and out, watch me dance, and relax. There's no shame in liking this, loving this even...It's so easy to just look at my dance, to go on and look at my fine form...To appreciate my body..." Midna went on to say, adding one simple maneuver to this whole deal as she rolled her belly swiftly and quickly in the middle of each sways, those bumps turning into something softer and more gentle. A wave of flesh, flexible and pliable, with her abdomen being pushed out and sucked in at a rapid pace, making her navel move in and out as a result. Left...belly roll...then right...Left...belly roll...then right...Again and again. "Don't worry about anything. Just trust me and let yourself go. For the moment, let your worries float away as you stare more and more at me. At my pretty little moves~"
Time seemed to slow down and somehow lose meaning for Link. He breathed in and out, doing so without being truly conscious of it as his wolfish sense of smell made it so it was easy to smell the dusky air, the wet stone and the rust on those chains of his. All of this was submerged by one thing and that was Midna's scent. Was she perfumed, or was it her natural scent? Either way, it smelled much better than anything else in there and thus his sense of smell was just as fascinated as his sight as those little rolls really did a number on him. How could someone move like that, with such agility but also such splendor? She wasn't his type, but that statement was beginning to crumble as he just looked at her, his predicament somehow set aside to favor indulging in this little show just for his eyes only. His breathing got regular, almost matching the slow pace of that dance as his tail waggled, his own appreciation showing in earnest not just through his eyes, but his body as well.
"Yes, such a good boy you are, so honest in your satisfaction. I'm sexy, don't you think? Irresistible, even, I'd even say. So just stare and think of nothing else but me," Midna said, her voice filled with a certain smugness delimited by sensuality as she saw just how Link was effectively lost in this technique, going a little faster now as if she was merging those moves of hers. Those sways turned into mayas, a push of her hips upward and to the side as her arms moved up, playing in her fiery hair as it moved and went on to turn into a hand, showcasing those moves by pointing at it with a flame-like finger. "You're starting to feel so relaxed, so at ease, at peace when I'm nearby. I'm a friend, you see, an ally...And I think we could be very, very helpful to one another indeed. You'd just need to be open-minded, to let me into your thoughts and your heart. You'd do that for me, wouldn't you?"
It was as if his body was not even there any longer. No sense of that strange fur, his different jawline, those sharp teeth, that waggling tail. Ever since he woke up, he had questions and worries, but right here and now it amounted to very little. He felt at ease, removed from his doubts and uncertainty as he knew one thing for certain: he loved watching Midna dance. There was something so simple to just looking at her. It was easy to do, fascinating to the eyes and her voice just somehow made things feel better. While he was without answers, her own confidence seemed to radiate from her body, escaping from her lips toward his ears and mind. While he was hesitant, she was strong. While he was confused, she was certain. It made a rather large difference as he changed his stance to a seated position now, making himself more comfortable as he followed impulses without much thought.
"Good boy...I can see in your eyes that you're so willing to listen, to hear my suggestions and to consider them truthfully. I'm here for you, to help you...So you need to help me too and to do this you just need to watch me more, to really understand how much you love this," Midna continued, moving her hair as if it were a serpent around her body, that crimson trail of hers hiding her assets for barely a second before illuminating them as she rolled her stomach and lifted those hips. She began to float now, using the inherent shadows around her for support as she got progressively closer to Link. Still out of his range for the moment, she nonetheless made it easier for him to focus upon her form, something she counted very much on. "Your own thoughts are confused, aren't they? You don't know what's going on, where you are and what is happening...But I do. I know a lot and thus you should listen and trust my words. Your instincts, that of the wolf that you are, are telling you that you can shut your worries and just listen very carefully. Let my dance become your sole obsession and let your mind wander while I fill you in, while I reveal everything to you privately~"
He was only half-listening now, as if this was an out-of-body experience. His consciousness felt somehow groggy, as if he were drunk on some substance, yet all that he had experienced came from Midna. Was she getting closer or were his senses getting attuned to being a wolf? The answer, in a way, did not truly matter as he could just watch Midna and at her sexy, impossibly seductive sways and rolls. Her navel, her midriff, even her petite chest seemed tantalizing now, becoming simply alluring to a higher and higher point. He thought of her, of her voice and his tongue waggled out as he lost some of his senses while he fine-tuned the others to get even more out of Midna.
"Yes, you've fallen for my beauty, my dance, my aura and my incredible power, haven't you? You've fallen in love with me and what I can do...And who could blame you? I'm just so sexy it hurts~" Midna said, getting quite into it as seeing someone fall like that for her was truly exciting. She got even closer now, completely within the range of his bite or any lunging attack he might be willing to do...but at this point she knew harming her was the complete opposite of what he would most enjoy to do. To see him like this was a thrill, to be in such complete control of the situation, after being so subjugated to the will of a miscreant like Zant for so long as the purest feeling of bliss she could imagine as he smirk peaked. She then turned around, letting him catch a sight of her wonderful derriere as she bumper her hips anew, going for something less refined yet perhaps just as effective as what she did with her stomach. "You love every corners of my being, you adore every nooks and crannies, would be willing to worship any small inches of my sumptuous beauty...I can see it in your eyes, your lust and your fervor. You're falling for me hard...and it's a good thing, an absolute bliss, isn't it?"
He hyper-focused on her, feeling a warmth invade him as his heart began to beat faster. He felt intoxicated on her scent, on her presence and in her voice. It was just so hard to deny what she said, to just go on and disapprove when it felt so right. She was so sexy, so completely gorgeous that he was smitten with her. Even with her back turned against him, the sway of her butt, how it jiggled slightly with each motions, made it so he was enamored with her. The way she looked behind, her one eye ablaze with a certain passion and mischief made it feel like she was slightly toying with him...Or perhaps she was doing this for his own pleasure as well. His own thoughts began to embellish her actions without him truly being aware of it, so eager to idolize this imp who he had met a few minutes ago. It was as if he was under a spell, one that he did not want to escape from as his eyes eventually turned into slight spirals, that of yellow and purple, an odd effect from her spell.. His jaw turned into a simulacrum of a smile as he was utterly lost now, at her mercy...and he felt thankful for it.
"My power is just so grand, so magnificent that you can't help but bask in it. In my presence, it's just so easy to do as I say, to want to obey me, to be helpful and of use to my grandeur. I may be small when compared to you...but it doesn't even matter, right? You're in my grasp right now, deeply mesmerized by my beauty and my will~" Midna continued, getting even closer as she was but a single meter away from him now. She went on to stop those sways, turning them into bumps instead so as to make use of that larger butt of hers. One single glance at him was enough to understand that he was completely enslaved, his perceptions and will under her power, yet one glance was far from enough. She herself was transfixed, enjoying this far more than she thought possible. To be in control again, in a position of strength, was too good and she herself indulged just as much as he did. "Yes, looking at me is a true wonder, isn't it? It's much better than snarling and glaring at me...Just following my instructions feel so easy and natural at this point, yes? You humans are obedient to a fault, after all~"
It was indeed the simplest thing in the world to listen, to hear her...yet parts of her voice felt somewhat faint, echo-like. He was in a trance, devoid of any anchor save her, dependent on what she said, described and explained to make sense out of things. He did listen and do as she said, so perhaps he was being obedient. This was most assuredly a good thing considering the tone of her voice. She felt amused, pleased by this, and he wanted her to be happy. He loved her so, found her so pleasant that he should just do as she ask to make sure she'd be content. It made sense for him, perhaps it was the most obvious thing to him ever since he had turned into a wolf.
"Oops, but you' aren't a human anymore, but a beast...But one that could be tamed, becoming a pet even," Midna continued, guiding his mind toward her true goal and objective as she got closer and then used her hair to wrap Link's head up and render him unable to gaze away or to even more toward what was seducing and hypnotizing him so easily. Her bumps turned into shimmies as her hips lifted and dropped very quickly, making it so her ass jiggled in the most tantalizing way. She looked behind, twisting her body as she not only saw, but felt his eyes on her rear as he could just bite her ass, or lick and kiss it. Under any other circumstances she would be in danger, but she wasn't right now. In fact, she was the danger, the temptress who had subjugated this man's will swiftly and efficiently. "But I would not mind owning a pet. I would cherish it, teach him tricks, play with him and even reward him if he was good...And I bet you'd make an absolutely magnificent pet, wouldn't you agree?"
The temptation was too strong for him to resist, for him to even consider refusing. That dance of hers had ignited something inside of him as Link was not conscious of his choices, of his reactions or of anything right now. He felt only love, belonging and desire for Midna, this imp who had stolen his heart and his mind. Her ass filled his vision, its shaking seemingly removing any lingering questions, doubts and uncertainty in the favor of the rock-solid foundation of wanting to please her. The spirals in his eyes sped up, drool began to escape from his mouth and his tail waggled crazily, resulting in him being in a rather humiliating position without being aware of it in the slightest.
"Now then, I'll allow you a reward for being a good boy. You can go on and enjoy my body...for three licks. If you do so, however, I'll take it as a sign that you want to be my pet, that you want me and to be forever with me," Midna said, never stopping her shimmies to not even give him a chance to resist. Her hair went on to remove itself from around his head, effectively freeing him from physical restriction albeit his mind was far, far more entwined in her power than anything else. "I'm giving you permission right now...Choose wisely~"
And then she stopped moving, effectively freeing Link from her spell...yet not really. He was still dazed, her words effectively still echoing within his mind and the vision of her dance almost imprinted in his memory. He could see faint illusions of her still dancing even though she was not moving anymore. Superposed ghost-like sights of Midna shaking, swaying and undulating were inside his gaze as he slowly began to get back on his paws, off his seated position. His spirals were still ongoing, the mesmerizing effect of Midna's spell quite effective still as he inspected her and found nothing but beauty and desire within his heart when he looked at her. He wanted it all, could even take it all...yet she said three licks. He could overpower her right now, perhaps even ignore her, but he just couldn't. She wanted those three licks and he craved them very, very much. He was a good boy and, in time, he might even be a good pet, thus he went for the first thing in front of him...her rear.
His tongue went against the fabric of the see-through pantaloons, yet squished against her generous derriere as the sensation filled him far more than the taste. What truly did resonate, though, was the action itself. It felt pleasurable, right even, to just go ahead and indulge. She had told him to do so and he obeyed...and it felt good. Very good at that. It was a simple equation that he could comprehend with his mind limited, too caught in a trance and in the web of suggestions and invading thoughts that Midna threw his way. The lick was slow and elaborate, taking time to feel the squishiness of that butt as he felt no shame in doing it. He was alone with her... with Midna...and she had given him permission.
The lick on that ass was but the first, though, as he turned around and went for one of her hips. He did not know which one to choose, yet his instinct told him to go for her right one as he licked and looked up while he did so. This time, there was nothing to cover her skin as her black and grey luscious flesh went right against his tongue. He could not only see, but feel her gaze on him as she floated and looked down. She approved, a mischievous smirk upon her face as she crossed her arms. She looked so magnificent, so powerful, so sexy like this that his heart skipped a beat. The taste of her flesh was so divine, his taste buds eventually awakening to the myriad of possibilities that his wolf form gave to him. As a human, he would never be able to feel this, but as a wolf it was a given. Not just as a wolf, though, but as a pet.
The lick stopped after a few seconds before he turned again and this time he was in front of her, eyeing her midriff. That belly of hers which could roll so well, undulating in ways that he never had thought possible. When she began to send waves was when he began to understood how pretty she was. He could imagine it, picture in his mind those rolls of hers still, her belly button seducing him. He got closer, her scent, her natural one and her sweat, invading his nostrils as he let out his tongue to go from her lower abdomen to the highest point. She was small, his tongue definitely able to take it all in and he wanted so much more, yet this was his final lick. He made it last, exploring her navel with greed and lust as her taste filled his mind and his mouth. It was transcendental and unique, downright ecstatic as he knew what this third lick signified. He could have stopped at any moment, yet he was too adamant and too eager...Not that it was a bad thing.
"Good boy...You are now my guardian, my protector, my ride...Pretty much everything I want you to be as a matter of fact. You are my pet from now on...And I am your owner~" Midna said with a huge smile on her face, going on to move and get on Link's back as she used her hair, turning it into a big and strong hand, to effectively sever the chain which imprisoned him on the same spot of this cell. "You will always think of me, always remember that dance that claimed you as my slave and you shall think of me not just as Midna...but as Mistress Midna. You shall obey and if you do well...you shall be rewarded again~"
He felt so happy now, his mind clear of anything without any importance. Mistress Midna had just saved him and he felt nothing but bliss right now at that fact. He could feel her against his back, demanding in silence that he carry her and he would without being asked to. His eyes spiraling, his tail waggling and his thoughts focused solely on pleasing her, he thought only of the dance, his own mind and impulses basically strengthening his trance much like the aftertaste of her skin on his tongue did. He thought of himself as a pet now, eager to obey and please his mistress, happy about his situation.
As for Midna, she had no idea such a technique as this "seduction dance" would prove to be so effective. What was once a proud being from the World of Light was now putty into her hand, reduced to something like that. This outfit that Zant gave her, all those lessons to please his senses with dances and tantalizing gestures had been essentially used against him, which satisfied her to no end. She'd wear this, use those motions and even use that prisoner of his against him, her own plan beginning in the most incredible ways. She now had a staunch ally, a possible way to venture into the World of Light to search for power and ways to defeat the usurper and even found something incredibly pleasurable in using that hypnotic dance. This technique had been a forbidden one at that, but even in her diminished form she had been able to use it well. She doubted it would have worked on Zant given that this wolf had been transformed and was confused to begin with, but then she thought of how much more effective it might have been if she hadn't been transformed into an imp, her power reduced considerably. Perhaps, once all of this would be over and things would return back to normal, she might even try it...
And she had the perfect person to do it on as she looked at her pet with a smirk on her face.