Down at Link's location he noticed the princess had stopped moving her ass. Finally the hard pulverizing wiggles had ended. Whatever the reason was, he was thankful she had stopped, because it gave him more time to search for the lost Sheikah Slate. Once more he reached out with his arms, diving them into the firm slimy grip of Zelda's anus. This time however he felt something hard! Tracing his fingertips along the edge he could feel it, the distinct shape of Sheikah Slate was wedged far up inside Zelda's hole. Leaning his head in closer he stretched his arms all the way out, desperate to grasp onto the small item. The slimy juices made it slippery to hold, he was having trouble grabbing it. Just then, the surrounding muscles closed in on him.
Link found himself trapped, he couldn't move an inch. Zelda's anus had clamped shut, her firm muscles turned to stone and pressed her huge wrinkles inwards. The girl's giant asshole expanded into the saddle, crushing his tiny legs underneath it. Link had no idea what was going on until it was too late. Loud groans shuddered from the depths of Zelda's bowels right before her puckered asshole tore open, blasting Link with a tremendous stream of hot stinky air. The torrent of gas ripped through her anus, pummeling Link's tiny body between her heavy wrinkles. The princess figured since she couldn't get rid of her itch by normal means she would fart it out, and so she pushed with her anal muscles to let out as much gas as possible. A soft grunt escaped her mouth as she urged the fart along, unknowing that she was blasting her companion in the process.
Noxious searing gusts of flatulence rumbled through her asshole, clobbering the tiny man trapped inside. The small gaps in her anus were widening to let the fart through, Link screamed in terror as he thought it was going to swallow him inside. Suddenly Zelda pushed harder, increasing the force behind her loud droning butt blast. The humongous anus spit Link's upper body out, slamming him flat into the saddle. The massive booty above him vibrated into the seat, rumbling boisterously as humid fumes escaped it's fat cheeks. Something hard jabbed Link in the chest, thrown out by the princess's butthole just before her fart trailed off. At long last the ordeal was over, and Link was left in the horrid aftermath of his traveling partners smelly gas.
Zelda sighed and relaxed her bottom. The noticeably warmer saddle caressed her butt smoothly, and the itching feeling was gone. Whatever was tickling her back there, she had taught it it's lesson. As silly as it was, she knew she had a big behind, and was a little proud for it to be useful for something for once. Link meanwhile, was smothered under her stinging hot anus and a miasma of rancid air. The grueling stink burned his lips and hurt to breathe. He struggled to touch his chest, where the hard object had jabbed him before, only to find the exact thing he was looking for. In all the chaos of Zelda's girthy fart, the Sheikah Slate had been sputtered out right on top of him. Careful not to alert the giantess to his movements again, Link slowly took the slate and started tapping at the oily screen. First he deleted the photo of Zelda's sexy butt once and for all, and then he used it to get the hell out of there. A blinding light shone inside Zelda's pants and then finally Link was gone.
He transported himself to the next stable/inn, where Zelda was currently heading to. His horse was already there and conveniently waiting for him, but Link had other matters to attend to. He currently reeked of Zelda's fart, her anal slime and natural butt oils were pasted all over her skin and clothes. With a look on his face that said despair and a single nod to the innkeeper he trudged past the front desk and went straight to the baths, clothes and all. People recoiled at his awful smell as he went by. They didn't know it, but it was the smell of their own princess that was coming off him. Upon reaching the baths Link gathered as much soap as possible and scrubbed. He scrubbed and scrubbed as hard as he could, washing his hair several times and rinsing his clothes in hot water. It took a long time, his hand felt wet and raw by the end of it, but finally he was in a state where he could consider himself as "clean".
Link walked out the baths in one of the inn's robes, as his clothes were currently left out to dry. He guzzled down a bottle of milk to get his strength back up and walked out to the lobby to find... Zelda had just arrived. She was talking with the innkeeper right before she turned around and saw Link. Her brow furrowed at the sight of him, she was already disgruntled at him to begin with, but seeing him all cozy and fresh from the baths really set her off. He stood there like a wide-eyed deer as she stormed up to him, fuming with anger.
"You thick-headed brute! How could you take off like that?! Why didn't you say anything to me?! It's dangerous to go alone, what if something had happened?! I find you relaxing here without a care in the world, and you call yourself a bodyguard?! What is wrong with you?! You won't talk to me, you won't look me in the face, I don't know what to do with you anymore! Augh!!"
Zelda punched him in the chest and ran off. She was incredibly upset, and Link didn't know what to do to make things better. There was no way to explain what had happened to him, and as far as she knew he had just abandoned her and gone to take a hot bath by himself. The other guests at the inn looked at him as he stood there, Zelda had made quite the scene. Link touched his hand to his chest where Zelda had punched him. Her dainty fists were weak, not even close to the brutal pounding her had taken from her ass, but then... why did that tiny punch hurt him more?
Link sulked and went back to his clothes drying by the baths. He searched through his belt for the cleaned Sheikah Slate, he still needed to return it before Zelda noticed it was missing. As he went through his various items he remembered he still had to pay the innkeeper for his and Zelda's stay. He had until the next morning before they charged him but it was best to do it right away. The only thing was... his rupee pouch wasn't there. Link checked and double-checked, making sure he was looking at the right part of his belt that he always kept the rupees attached to, but he couldn't find it. Was it stolen? No way, no one had come into the baths before or since he did because of the smell. Then where did it go?
Then it clicked. The sudden awful memories of Zelda's asshole crushing his body and pinching at his clothes. His fabric had been caught several times between the folds of her anus during the whole gassy episode on her saddle. It had to have happened then. His rupee pouch was ripped off his belt and snatched by Zelda's massive anus. As far as he knew, it was stuck in there, tiny and trapped between her huge folds... or possibly all the way inside.
Link shuddered. He knew he had to go back in and get it.
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