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IMPORTANT NOTE: This chapter contains some human x animal. It is not behavior I condone in real life. In fact, don't. Just... don't. Animal abuse isn't cool. This is somewhat important to the plot, but you can skip over the details. I'm using it to show the degradation of Zelda's morals as far as things like that go. This chapter is NOT going to be for everyone. Don't bother complaining about it later, you've been warned.

The LAST SCENE, post-flashback, is the questionable one, it's about 1/4 of the chapter. If you prefer to skip, that's the one. I may end up just pulling the scene later, depending on feedback.

Chap. 84: Sahasra Sin

The sun was a warming, comforting presence on her back as Zelda rode through the morning. Clouds scudded overhead past her, far outpacing Nightmare's slow trot or more casual walk, but the miles still fell away behind the princess and her steed as they climbed slowly higher up the canyon, occasionally passing into the shadows of the cliffs for a cooling dozen minutes or so before returning to the warmth of the sunlight.

She passed a few travelers, a pair of merchants with donkeys moving in opposite directions, and a hunter hauling a brace of deer and a blue-furred goat on a single horse almost as large as Nightmare, which seemed to carry the burden without complaint, though its pace was slow.

The pair left the canyon just after the sun passed zenith, and for almost another hour, all Zelda could see were the fast-moving, high clouds that passed her by, blue sky beyond them, and the yellow-green dappled with patches of violet, gold, white, blue, and orange from the local wildflowers. Sweet, fragrant air filled her nostrils, and she breathed deep of nature, detecting the faint hint of rain in the future, but mostly the simple grass, clean air, and floral perfumes.

As she neared the crest of the hills, she first saw the far distant, high peaks beyond the Great Plateau, snow-shrouded from elevation and clime despite the late summer season, and then one of the Sheikah's sky-scraping towers, a brilliant orange line, toward the left amid a rocky canyon. Then Mount Hylia, the most elevated spot on the Great Plateau, though it was just a shimmering beacon of white against the lower, red stones beneath the higher, snow-capped mountains.

Another hilltop passed on her right, and with every step Nightmare took onward, Zelda's breath seemed to hitch in her throat as a vast panoply of terrain and wondrous, natural beauty spread before her. She had seen grand vistas again and again since waking, but this was at the very least near the top of the list.

Further to her left, southward, the deep green jungles of what she now knew from Celessa was called Faron Province, with red mountains rising here and there in steep cliffs even darker than the ones far to the west, which were wracked with dark, raining clouds that even from here flashed with frequent thunder.

Turning to the right, more exposed as they went, the snowy mountains dropped away into a far distant valley many miles across, and then rose higher, higher, and higher still into the lofty peaks she had first seen when she left the Shrine of Resurrection what seemed like years ago… even if it had only been a few months, at most. It's beautiful, she thought to herself, even the scarred mountain. Only that corrupted, tainted place mars what should be a pristine land.

Further onward, and the great, lush forest with that singular, colossally huge tree, taller than any Sheikah Tower if she had to guess and many times wider, rising to crown them all with rosy petals. High mountains once more, most only a little lower than the snowy ones to the northwest, with the flaming, smoke-plumed volcano at their peak, a caldera that must itself have spanned at least two miles. Then more storm-covered cliffs and mountains, far closer than the volcano, in the land she now knew belonged to the Zora.

This place… it calls to me. I belong here. I belong to it, Zelda thought quietly, unsure of the voice in her head was her own, or the Goddess', or one of the many, many iterations of her soul that had come before. Maybe it was all of them at once. But she knew it was true: seeing the land spread before her like this was like looking at her children, her family.

Or so she supposed, it was not like she could recall any children to love. All she'd ever birthed, as far as she knew, were a bunch of Octorok eggs, and a Bokoblin, and those had all been put to death to save the villagers of Hateno from more frequent attacks.

Moving back in the other direction, closer, she was also lured on by the wetlands that flowed from the many rivers leaving the heavy, rain-soaked mountains of the Zora and into the great Hylia River, which Proxim Bridge crossed. And of course the great central plains of Hyrule Field, home to forest, hill, dale, ruined town, and another great Sheikah Tower.

What called to her most, though, was Hyrule Castle.

Even tainted, corrupted, and a place of terrible danger, especially for her, it called to her.

Zelda did not need her memories any more to feel that great edifice, a monument of hard work, ingenuity, trust, and a bastion of strength, had once been her home. It felt… right, in the same way that being friends with Impa did. It was what had been, and it still was, only, again like her relationship with Impa, changed in some subtle but powerful ways.

Hyrule Castle was her home… but she was in exile. For now, unless somehow the Calamity does fall.

And yet, it still called. A place of holy might, the home of those who bore the blood of the Goddess Hylia, a temple as mighty as the great Cathedral, and many times over as far as divinity went.

As well, a place of deep and abiding terror. The five great pillars still jutted from the ground surrounding and angling toward the castle's highest tower, throbbing with the violent, purple light that swirled in the ever-present shadowy mist around the keep and ruined city that circled it. The malevolence within beckoned her, too. With promises of pain, of death, of horrid, unending torture.

She shuddered… her body heated. Between her legs, moisture began to pool. Because it called to her with lust, too. Memories of what she'd seen as she stared into the cancerous, bulbous eyes that had covered Naydra came back to her… would she enjoy it, then, too? Enjoy the torture, the shame? The defeat?

Only if you submit.

The words came to her unbidden… a memory of a hallucination. It's words. His. Ganon's.

Goddess, she wanted to. His cock was so good inside her mouth, her cunt, even her ass.

But Zelda shivered, and ripped her eyes away from the swirling, hypnotic mist, and the memory faded. "So," she whispered, "Don't stare too long at the castle. He can reach me that way, too. Alright."

She tried to ignore the slowly growing heat between her legs as Nightmare trotted on, seeming oblivious to her emotional and mental turmoil, and when she spotted a singular boulder high enough, Zelda tugged on the reigns, "Whoah, Nightmare. Let's rest here for a bit, have a bite."

The stallion champed and stamped a few times as she dismounted, but the trainers at the Dueling Peaks Stable, which she could just see against the bottom of the Dueling Peaks as a reddish speck, knew their business well and he did not bolt. The princess still kept his lead rope in her hand as she reached into her satchel for a handful of apples and one of the roast venison and cheese sandwiches she'd prepared for herself in Hateno over a week ago, and climbed up onto the rock.

"It's a nice place," she said aloud, though only the horse could hear, "and it's worth saving. Isn't it?"

Nightmare knickered, and nudged her arm even as he held a half-eaten apple between his teeth. She laughed, "Stop it, boy. You've already got one, and there's more right there."

Again, he tossed his head, and lifted his forelegs to stomp down together with an almost laugh-like whinny, spraying her with a bit of horse spittle that made her flinch. Her sandwich seemed alright, though, so Zelda kept eating as she planned out her route, doing her best to avoid looking directly at the Castle.

"Down the slope there, along the road… wild horses! Pretty… Maybe you should be gelded," Zelda chuckled, glancing towards her horse suspiciously. But he only knickered and shied away after his head bolted down to steal another apple.

"Fine, fine, not yet," she laughed, "Still, it looks like an easy enough road. Down there to… perhaps that Stable, near the Wetlands, or the one there, across the Hylia. Hm… the Hylia is closer, so I suppose that one. A more direct route, I'll just use that bridge there. Then… well, Brigo did imply the Guardians were mostly further north, toward the Castle. Maybe if I'm careful I can avoid them? The road looks like it's still being used, at any rate. And if not, I can cut further south to use the road toward the Outpost Ruins and head west from there toward that pointy mountain north of the Plateau. That should take me… yes, I think that's the old garrison and lake Impa mentioned. It matches up, at least, so it should be in the area if nothing else."

Her sandwich gone, Zelda took a long pull from her canteen, then used her second and a depression in the stone nearby to let Nightmare drink as well, though she was sure he'd be thirsty afterward, as she hadn't seen a stream since leaving Kakariko, and there'd been insufficient rain for puddles. Still, there're horses down there, so there must be some water nearby.

A few minutes later, when the apples were gone and she'd had enough resting, Zelda fixed the feed-bucket full of oats and barley to Nightmare's muzzle, and hiked herself back into the saddle. "Alright, my friend, let's get back on the road."

It was quiet, peaceful. The scent of the wild horses mingled for a while with the latent rain that had since faded, leaving only the animal's musk and spoor, and the vegetation that still grew copiously around her as Zelda made her way down the now-sleepy road. She hadn't seen a traveler in several hours, and judging by how far the distant speck at the base of the Sahasra Slope was, it would be many more hours before she caught up to the cart and its owner.

Eventually, even the skittish herd, which had avoided her and her slightly more-tame mount as they walked downward, passed far behind them. Yet, for some reason, Nightmare had begun acting… strange. It took Zelda a while to notice, and longer still to become wary of it. "What's wrong, hmm?" she asked quietly, leaning in over his neck, "Do you smell something? Bokos? I know I saw some way off…"

But she could see nothing of the red-skinned brutes, who'd downed some boar or other large-ish creature so far off that she hadn't even thought to help, and had begun carving it up without noticing her or her horse.

Ten minutes later Nightmare was still walking strangely, so Zelda slid out of the saddle and dropped to the ground, her hands on her bow, just in case.

The princess-adventurer scanned the surroundings carefully, but nothing moved aside from the waving grass and clouds, and the long-distant horses, themselves little more than a blur, a dozen miles or so distant and upward.

With a roll of her eyes, Zelda looped the bow, still strung, around her shoulder, just in case, and turned back toward Nightmare to mount, one leg and her hands already rising.

Then she froze. "Oh."

He was… hard. Very hard. And big. "So big," she heard herself whisper, then whirled away, her hands over her face.

"What in the name of Hylia, Zelda?," she hissed to herself, "You can't… it's a horse."

She kept her eyes shut. She muttered, unsure of what she was saying even, although a few phrases were a little more clear. Things like, "It'll pass. It'll pass, and you can go on."

"Stop!" her knight commanded, and for once, the furious princess actually listened. He'd been following her for days, ever since he'd caught up at… Blank. Time. Connected memories that were not there… only the bridge between nothing, and nothing.

"If you keep riding your horse like that, it'll hurt him! Are you trying to hurt that beautiful creature just to soothe your own ego?"

Zelda pulled up straight, haughty, and turned in the saddle. "How dare you! This is not about Ego, Appointed Knight! This is about you doing what you're told! If you can't follow my instructions, you can-"

Then the princess yelped as her knight unceremoniously yanked her from the saddle by the hand, his face red, towering with fury. But how dare he be furious! She was the angry one, the affronted one! He was still following her! And how dare he lay a hand-! Oh, her father would certainly hear about this, and he would be removed from service! Planted in the deepest dungeons below the castle, for daring to grab her and pull her from her horse!

Then she was bodily turned with his hands on her shoulders, and her head tilted down. "Look. Look at that! He's bleeding, because you can't have a care for anyone but yourself!"

No mere scratch, but a dozen or more. Not on the flanks. Not a cracked hoof, either. But… her beautiful white gelding, her favored horse, her beloved equine friend, perhaps one of the only ones she had, was sporting an arm-long erection, and it was covered in red lines. From, she supposed, the sharp, stinging blades of wheat-grass she'd been galloping through at a breakneck pace, trying in vain to outrun her protector.

Somehow, his horse had always been superior, even though hers was the one with impeccable breeding, lineage, and training.

Just like Link himself.

But…

But he was right.

It was the first time she'd ever seen Link angry, and at first it had only made her own righteous indignation worse. Her ego, her surety that she was in the right and that he was just an idiot who couldn't follow simple instructions like 'leave me alone and stop following me', had led to this.

She'd hurt him.

She was unhurt, of course. Even in his own fury, Link had not hurt her, either with the pull or the spin. She had hurt herself, in her arrogance and short-sightedness, by allowing harm to come to her only real friend… the horse she had just been riding.

Zelda sniffled, and yanked herself free from Link's hands. She couldn't stand it, being touched. Not by him. He was an idiot. Too nice, too stoic. Unable to voice an opinion on anything! Thoughtless! Uncouth! He ate like a starving Moblin!

… He cared about horses a great deal. She'd known that for weeks, in the way he cared for his own and hers whenever they stopped.

"You have to keep an eye on their moods," Link told her quietly, but didn't put a hand on her again. "They get like that, sometimes, when they're relaxed. It doesn't happen when they're angry or scared, at least not very often. You can walk, gently, sometimes, but in this wheat it'll still hurt them. Better to wait, and it'll go away on its own. He can take care of it himself in a few minutes if he needs to. Just… turn away, or something. But running like that, the blades in the wheat and grass can cut the… rest. It's not as durable as, well, regular skin, and when he's going as fast as he can…"

Zelda knew she could wait. The erection would go away on its own.

Her face was burning.

And the crotch of her pants was soaked.

What would it feel like?

"No," she whispered.

But it's so big… bigger even than Ganon's! Bigger than a Moblin's!

"No…"

Zelda swallowed, and spread her fingers, cracked one eye.

Yes… Nightmare was still hard. He'd barely moved, seeming unconcerned with her duress. Instead, the stallion had started grazing, munching on a few flowers and the tall grass and alfalfa that littered the Slope. How long would he be? She wracked her memory, but nothing else came. Only the anger she'd deserved from Link, and the shame of hurting her friend. She could wait.

She wasn't in any particular hurry. It'd probably only be a few minutes…

Hylia, it's so big…

Zelda gulped, then looked around, scanning up and down the road, then to the sides. The distant traveler at the base of the foothills was further now, still moving when she'd stopped to take a second break, now. There was no one at all she could see within the crest of the ridge, five or more miles distant. And… and there was a large tree just there, to hide under the shade of.

She took Nightmare's lead-rope in her hand, and walked, her face burning, burning so hot. Like… like the rest of her.

Then, with another pile of apples to keep him content at least, Zelda's hand slid around Nightmare's shoulder, and she lowered herself to a knee.

He's got to be at least nineteen, twenty inches… bigger than my forearm. Three thick? Three and a half? It looks mostly like… like my other horse's. Whatever his name was. But he was a gelding, and Nightmare's still got… well, those fist-sized… things. I wonder… oh. Hylia, he's… he's a little moist.

She'd walked him for five more minutes to reach the tree, and Nightmare was still hard, swinging pendulously between his legs like a hammer. Flat-tipped, black at the ends, pink near the base, with speckles between them fading from one to the other. A drop of oily dew gathered at the slit on the tip, but it all glistened faintly. Nightmare nickered, still munching on an apple as he turned his head back to watch her.

"D- Don't worry," she whispered quietly, "I'm not going to hurt you, big boy. I just… I just want to…"

Her fingers touched it, and she yanked them back quickly enough Nightmare started, stomping the back foot. She jumped too, almost fell back. "It's hot," she whispered.

Fingertips met the rod again, and this time she didn't pull away. "Smooth… very warm. It slides…"

Her fingerless glove slipped off, then the other, as Zelda scolded herself once more, "What are you doing? You are a princess. This isn't… it isn't something a princess would do. It isn't, it isn't…"

Her palm and fingers closed around about two-thirds of the shaft, an inch below the flaring near the end. She swallowed, accompanied by another nicker, and the animal gave her shoulder what Zelda could only interpret as an encouraging nudge. "You… you like that?"

"Bphhrrrrrr," he rumbled, pawing at the ground with his foreleg, then lipped up another apple.

"I… okay," she whispered, wracked with shame. But… "I've come this far… it'd be cruel not to… to help. Right? To let you suffer…?"

Nightmare didn't answer, not that the blonde expected him to.

He was silky smooth and a tiny bit soft, spongy, on the surface. But inside, Nightmare's cock was as hard as the wood of her better bows, at the least, and possibly even steel. She pumped it once slowly, down, up, to squeeze it around the flare. Nightmare gave a soft whinny, then pumped into her hand.

The action made her grin despite feeling disgusted with herself, "You do like it, then…?"

Another nudge of her shoulder. She gulped. "Then… then I guess I'd better finish."

Zelda stroked up and down twice more, then lifted her other hand to cover the flat cap, feeling the sticky lubrication he was leaking, then twisted her hand around, rotating her palm and fingers around the flat, flared tip. She kept that up then as she stroked, again… again.

Another pump from the animal only encouraged her twisted desire, and Zelda moved in closer, dragging her knees through the grass so she was practically beneath the horse. That let her bring her hands together, though, forming a ring that covered more of the filthy, vile flesh, and she started pumping.

Only she was the vile one, wasn't she? Doing this… enjoying it. "Disgusting pervert," she whispered, describing herself, as she stared at the shaft she stroked again and again.

She could see his heavy balls, each the size of her fist or larger, occasionally twisting in the horse's heavy sack, and every three or four strokes she made, Nightmare pumped again. When he did, he throbbed and flexed. Each time, Zelda flinched, dreading what would happen when…

But it didn't.

For three full minutes, far longer than she thought it should've taken, she stroked off the horse, before the temptation became too much. Golden hair fell over one shoulder as she swallowed, licked her lips, and leaned in, tongue out…

Salty.

For some reason, she'd expected something else, but no… the flesh tasted like flesh, just a bit salty. It was… "Not bad," she whispered, and felt her face heat to scarlet again.

Then the princess debased herself further, by flattening her tongue against the hole at the end, and licking up Nightmare's dripping pre-cum. After that, there was nothing more to do, no more natural action for her to take, then open her mouth wide, and push the soft flaring in.

You are horrible, the princess thought as the tip passed her lips, worse than a Bokoblin…

She could only hold him there. Nightmare was too big to do more, she couldn't even move her tongue.

Zelda also couldn't withdraw, even if part of her screamed to do so, to stop, stop, stop it right now, damn it.

Instead, she held the horse cock in her mouth as she pumped, and pumped some more.

For twenty-six more seconds, nine more strokes and a partial one, before the horse pumped again, pushing her head back, pushing himself a little further in- there just wasn't room for more- and giving a louder whinny. Her jaw hurt as it flexed, opening her mouth even wider, and her thumbs moved as she felt the first surges moving down the channel.

Then her mouth was suddenly even more full, her eyes watering as she yanked herself away, coughing.

She couldn't jerk the horse anymore, all Zelda could do was land on her hands and knees next to Nightmare, coughing, her eyes blurry with tears, a sort of bitter tang in her throat, warmth in her chest, in her belly, as she tried to vomit.

It didn't work. Horse-cum dripped from her mouth as her stomach heaved from the sudden overload and the realization of what she'd just done, ran out of one nostril as her sinuses stung, and swung from her chin. The horse himself, meanwhile, finished his orgasm in peace, humping the air as he unleashed several more loads into the grass next to her, unconcerned for her torment.

Eventually, Zelda cleared her mouth and throat enough to breathe properly, to swallow again, and pushed herself unsteadily onto wobbly feet. "I… I can't believe I…"

When she turned ashamed eyes to the animal, however, she felt a moment of relief. At least he's not hard any more. Now I'm the one that needs taking care of… but I am not a beast. I will… not. I will wait until the urge passes.

She couldn't bring herself to ride Nightmare any more that day. Instead, Zelda punished herself by walking, leading the horse after her, for the remaining eight miles it took to reach foothills at the bottom of the slope.