Mako's Legend of Zelda Quest Level 01 (Part 1)

Mako was a self-proclaimed Zelda lore goblin… but she barely ever left her tiny off-campus apartment. Until she gets sucked into the game!

Mako was a self-proclaimed Zelda lore goblin… but she barely ever left her tiny off-campus apartment. Her fantasies were just too wild, and most guys were boring. Vanilla. She had three Link amiibos lined up on her desk, a hand-painted Hyrule map on the wall, and a heavily modded Breath of the Wild / Tears of the Kingdom hybrid ROM running on an ancient laptop with zero real info on it. The latest sketchy patch—*sheikah_true_unlock.ipa*—had no readme, no author, seed count zero. She clicked install anyway.

That night she fell asleep with her cheek on the keyboard, headphones still on. The Sheikah Slate on screen cycled through its runes, landing on a fifth one that didn’t exist in any guide: **Lure**. It flashed. Her actual phone lit up with the same glowing eye. She reached out instinctively—

—and woke up face-down in tall grass, the smell of Hyrule wind and distant Lon Lon Ranch hay in her nose.

She wasn’t in her oversized hoodie and thigh-highs anymore. A tiny white Sheikah crop top barely contained her perky C-cup Asian tits, the thin fabric stopping just under her underboob and held by two delicate glowing straps. Micro-shorts of the same pale, almost-transparent material sat low on her hips, riding up to show the lower curve of her plump ass and outlining a blatant camel-toe. Knee-high pink tabi socks and nothing else. Her long dark hair had fallen out of its messy bun, cascading over bare shoulders.

A slim Sheikah collar—warm, faintly pulsing with the eye sigil—snapped shut around her throat the second she sat up. It hummed against her skin like a live thing, reading her heart-rate, her sudden spike of arousal.

“What the—fuck, it actually worked…” she whispered, voice trembling with equal parts terror and wet, shameful excitement.

The collar pulsed. Heat flooded downward through her belly, between her thighs, softening her legs exactly the way the mod notes had described. *Obedience feedback.* She tried to stand and it tightened just enough to make her whimper and drop back to her knees.

She staggered to her feet anyway and started walking the long grassy corridor between two high hedges. Ten minutes in, the grass rustled. Three Lizalfos—tall, scaled, feral, with glowing yellow eyes and crude metal piercings—stepped from the shadows, spears lowered. Their tongues flicked out when they saw the collar glowing on her throat.

Mako’s knees went weak. “Oh god… the mod really does have them.”

The lead Lizalfos barked a single guttural word. The collar flared. Her arms were yanked behind her back by invisible Magnesis force, iron rings that hadn’t existed a second ago locking around her wrists and yanking her elbows together until her chest thrust out obscenely. The tiny crop top rode even higher.

They circled her, claws dragging across her exposed belly, one thick scaled hand cupping her ass and squeezing hard enough to leave red marks through the thin shorts. The leader pressed the flat of its spear between her thighs and rubbed, slow and deliberate. She was already soaked; the fabric clung transparently to her puffy pussy lips.

One Lizalfos grabbed her collar and issued a command. The Stasis rune activated. Mako froze completely—conscious, eyes wide, every nerve screaming—while they stripped the pathetic shorts down to her ankles and spread her legs with Magnesis. Her glistening cunt and tight asshole were bared to the open air. The three of them crowded in, thick ridged cocks already unsheathed and leaking.

They took turns.

The first shoved straight into her pussy in one brutal thrust, the ridges dragging over every sensitive inch while she stood frozen and helplessly twitching inside. The second pressed against her lips until she was forced to take the thick tapered head into her mouth, tongue flattened. The third rubbed its cock between her ass cheeks, smearing pre-cum over her hole before pushing in alongside the first in her cunt when the Stasis finally released.

Mako screamed around the cock in her mouth as the two in her lower holes began fucking her in tandem—hard, fast, lizard instincts taking over. They didn’t care that she was crying from the stretch; the collar kept translating her overwhelming pleasure into visible obedience. Every time she tried to pull away it zapped her with that liquid heat that made her clench harder around them.

They rotated. One fucked her throat while the others double-penetrated her cunt and ass. Scaled hands held her waist, her hair, her spread thighs. Hot Lizalfos cum pumped into her in thick pulses, overflowing down her legs, painting the inside of her worthless shorts when they finally yanked them back up. The collar glowed brighter with every load, recording her as “Corrupted – Public Use.”

When the last Lizalfos finished and let her collapse to her knees, she was shaking, drooling, cum leaking from both holes, clit throbbing so hard it looked swollen even through the muddy fabric. The collar chimed a soft confirmation tone.

*First objective complete. Slave status: Active.*

Mako looked up at the endless hedge maze ahead, thighs trembling, and felt her traitorous body already aching for the next rune, the next monster, the next humiliating command.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, whispered “Fuck… bring it on, Hyrule,” and kept walking.