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The wolf’s scent was rough and heady, like the very wild they lived in. As Link traveled with the beast, he found it almost omnipresent.
As the Champion of Hyrule poked at the dying embers of their campfire, he glanced surreptitiously over the flame. The blue-eyed beast was dozing with his head on his paws, but one eye opened to spy his companion and he chuffed.
When Link had first awoken in the Shrine of Resurrection, adjusting to the strange, broken world had taken some getting used to. But then the gods had seen fit to send him a companion—a strong, elegant beast with a wild mane of beige and green and a divine sigil emblazoned on his head. Somehow, Link intrinsically knew that this beast was intelligent and aware; that he had thoughts and a mind and a human will. Sometimes he had a vision of what almost seemed like another him, clad in green and with a farmer’s build, dueling against creatures of twilight…
Link had long learned to avoid questioning the gods. If they had decided he needed a companion from another timeline, who was he to complain?
If his counterpart was dissatisfied by being trapped in his bestial form, he didn’t show it. The wolf loped along as if born to this body, and was expert at bringing down the monsters that plagued Hyrule. When entering towns, he followed at Link’s heels like a nonthreatening pup, even playing with children or rolling over to allow passers-by to rub his belly.
Link was impressed—and even a bit in awe. What would it be like to live in a body like that, he wondered? To maintain his old will and personality and memories, but be locked into a bestial form? Would he find it odd?
No odder than I find my current one, he thought, thinking to the cleft between his legs.
Link had always known he was a man, since he was old enough to have a true sense of self. His family, and the very nation of Hyrule, had accommodated him as the man he was… but, of course, his physicality remained unchanged.
Link had come to terms with being a trans man some time ago; he was a man, and he had a pussy, and that was that. But thinking on it, wasn’t that other hero, the one locked in the form of a wolf, in a similar boat?
I wonder… he thought.
A chill wind burst over the landscape, nipping suddenly at Hyrule’s Champion. Even a bit of sleet was driven along with the biting breeze. Pulling his limbs close to his body, Link shuddered as he was chilled to the bone. The sleet sizzled against the dying coals, putting out the fire, and despite his best attempts, Link couldn’t warm it.
As the night grew dim, the wolf chuffed; he’d trotted away from their makeshift campsite when the foul weather had fallen and had dug an impromptu hideaway beneath a thick tangle of brush. Rolling his muzzle, he invited Link over—and the Hylian didn’t intend to delay.
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As the sleet and wind raged outside, a freak storm settling over the wilderness, the wolf’s den was snug and warm. Link laid on his side, his limbs tucked up against his body to conserve heat, as the wolf cradled against his back, paws draped over his shoulders. The wolf’s body heat was warm and intimate, and the soft press of fur against the back of Link’s neck was like a comforter. The young man was astonished at just how massive the beast really was; so many thought of wolves as being “dogs, but sleeker” but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. The wolf was half-again as big as the average-sized Hyrulean housepet—so big, in fact, that he was able to spoon against his Hylian companion. The two of them shared body heat amidst the storm.
The canine’s musk was overpowering. It was rough and heady, like the scent of petrichor after rain, and spoke to the wilds which seemed to come natural to the wolf. He smelled like pine, like sap, like rich earth and far-off storms; it was all Link could do to keep from losing himself within the scent.
And yet, the scent invoked something in him.
…oh, by the goddesses, what was he doing? He could feel a tiny little stir down in his lower belly, a teasing whisper reverberating through him. His body was not used to such intimacy, especially with a beast, and was responding oddly. He squirmed. Could he really be aroused by his counterpart from another era—and in the form of a beast in that? Biting his lip, he tried to avoid giving away the game—to maintain some modicum of composure and dignity. But behind him, he could hear the wolf’s nose twitching.
Of course—what foolishness was he on about? How could anyone hide their scent from a wolf?
The wolf shifted behind him and Link’s breath caught as he felt a sudden firmness pushing against his lower back. He was no fool; he’d stolen looks between his canine companion’s legs from time to time. He knew what this was, what it meant. The pressure of the wolf’s cock against his body left his sensations alight. The beast’s paws tightened on his shoulders; the wolf leaned his muzzle down and licked the cradle where Link’s neck curved into his shoulder. The touch was hot, but as the wolf withdrew his muzzle, it cooled—a powerful, needful sensation.
Wordless understanding passed between the two heroes, and Link gradually moved his hands down his body. He found his trousers and tugged them down, slowly wriggling free, and a new scent joined the musk within the confines of the den: the sharp, ripe scent of a slick, aroused pussy.
Growling with pleasure, the wolf hitched his hips and his thick cock began to drag the length of Link’s spine. The young man’s breath quickened as it teased its way past his tailbone—then his ass—and then it was pushing insistently at his pussy.
With a needy whine, Link wriggled his hips to signal that he wanted this, and the wolf chuffed in agreement—and then pushed in.
Oh gods.
Link immediately saw stars; they invaded his vision, turning the dim, dark burrow into a fantastic tableau. He whined with sudden feedback and squeezed tight around the wolf’s cock, and his canine counterpart growled with pleasure and shoved in again, even harder this time.
Link’s pussy parted with tremendous ache that immediately blossomed into pleasure; it was a thudding beat that galloped from his loins down through all of his body, leaving him limp and keening. Still, he was no passive participant; he rolled and angled his hips to allow the beast’s cock to stroke at unique angles within him, and he squeezed and clenched in irregular rhythm, stimulating the wolf’s desires and spurring him even more onwards.
The wolf’s tail began thwapping against the ground as he powered through, bucking his hips so far forward they began mashing against Link’s thighs. The Hero of Hyrule pushed back, grinding his legs against the wolf’s body and spurring him onto greater heights. The two heroes both stirred one another’s arousal to deeper and deeper levels, until suddenly—
“Y-yah!” Link moaned as the wolf suddenly fixed his fangs on his shoulder in a mating bite. It was not enough to break the skin; even in the throes of bestial heat, the wolf had enough self-control to avoid such a misstep. But the beast still pressed his fangs against the young man, and Link knew that the red marks of such a mark would be visible for days, if not weeks.
Yet he wasn’t averse—not at all. “F-fuck me harder,” the young man moaned. The wolf rocked his hips against Link’s own; his cock plunged deep, bringing pleasure to them both. “Oh gods, h-harder… please…”
The beast bucked forward even more. Link could feel the wolf’s line of nipples, like little studs along his tummy. They were hard from arousal and rubbing against his back. The wolf’s fat canine knot slapped against his pussy; Link squirmed, his eyes watering. The knot was nudging and rubbing his clit, sending sharp, intermittent staccato-beats of pleasure through him. It was—it was—
And then the knot pressed and squeezed his sensitive little button and held there, and Link bawled with delight as the strongest orgasm of his life broke over him: “Oh Hylia put it in me knot me knot me I want it I—hnnnnghhh—”
He did not have to beg any further than that. The wolf shoved inside and held there and the young Hylian panted as he felt the beast spurting. Warmth filled him, a wolf’s warmth, a hero’s warmth, and the wolf finally broke his mating bite to howl in triumph as he claimed his Hylian counterpart. As the two of them rested, the wolf panting and still tied to him, Link idly reflected that while neither of them were perhaps in the bodies they wanted, it had let them share a wonderful night together—and there might be excellence in that.
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When dawn broke and sunlight warmed the outdoors, the sleet and snow was gone. By now the wolf had regressed enough to unstick himself from Link’s pussy, and the thoroughly-fucked hero weakly crawled out of the den.
“Damn,” he muttered, glancing down at his dirty, cum-stained clothes. “I’ll have to wash those.”
The snort from the wolf might have been a laugh.
Over the course of the following few days, Link and his wolf friend continued their quest around Hyrule: righting wrongs, chasing leads, and generally serving as errant heroes. Something had changed between them, though; they were more than just comrades-in-arms, now. At night, Link often invited the wolf into his tent, into his bedroll. They fucked plenty more times, sure, but sometimes they just held each other in the cool of night. More than once the wolf had put his long muzzle up against Link, the Hylian opening his mouth to allow the beast to lap at his insides in a sloppy approximation of a kiss.
And that, Link thought, was enough.
One day, about two weeks after their initial tryst, Link and his wolf had found themselves in a Goron outpost. Link enjoyed the company of the gregarious, fun-loving Gorons, and though they themselves ate rocks, they could be mighty fine cooks for Hylian culinary needs as well.
“Ahhh, that hit the spot,” Link said, eagerly knocking back a second plate of rice curry. The outpost’s cantina was a stall in the shady lee of a rock; his wolf dozed near the corner of the counter. He normally wasn’t such a big eater, but his appetite’d grown a bit of late. “Maybe I can polish it off with some ale or wine—”
A surprising, sudden snarl ripped from the wolf’s muzzle as he raised his head from his paws, fixated angrily on Link. The Goron chef looked back and forth between them.
“Well, friend, it looks like there’s some, er, pushback against that from your companion, goro…”
Link furrowed his brows. “I can see that. Well, whatever, some tomato juice then.” He didn’t want to cause a scene—but he had some choice words for the wolf later that night.
“Since when did you become my keeper?” Link demanded in the privacy of a solitary, rented room. He was topless and had even undone his chest bindings; he normally went with them day-in and day-out, but his chest had grown sore lately. He was idly massaging one of his breasts. “What I drink isn’t any of your business!”
The wolf fixed a reproachful gaze on Link before trotting over and nudging his nose right against his friend’s lower stomach. Link frowned; he thought the wolf was trying to tell him something. “What? What is it?”
The wolf rolled his striking blue eyes and nosed Link once more, and as he did so, the faintest murmurs of movement manifested in the Hylian’s core—
And his heart nearly stopped as he realized what his companion was getting at. An increased appetite… an aching chest… and a wolf that could smell pheromones and was insistent he stay away from alcohol. Suddenly, it all made sense.
“You…” Link breathed, pressing his hand on the spot beneath his navel. Was it just him, or… or was he a bit fuller than expected. “You can’t be insinuating that you… impregnated me, right?”
The wolf’s eyes met Link’s, and the Hylian swallowed. It was clear that they both knew the real answer to that question.
“Oh. Um. Well.”
Well indeed.
The Champion of Hyrule was going to give birth to puppies soon.
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Canine pregnancies progressed fast—little over two months, if what Link remembered from the animal handling courses in the knight academy held true. From how he progressed, it certainly felt that way. Before long, his stomach was notably rounding out, becoming a visible bump that could not be masked by any of his outfits. His breasts, too, swelled to such a degree that his normal bindings weren’t sufficient to keep them tucked away. Begrudingly, he allowed himself to let them hang as they normally would, settling against the shelf of his belly.
The people of Hyrule didn’t give him grief over his obvious condition as it developed, though some were clearly curious. The Gerudo tried to give him childbearing tips and the Gorons rather innocently asked how ‘all that’ happened regardless, as they were born from the earth. Link tried not to let his new condition impede him.
But, of course, it was hard. His pregnancy was progressing at a far faster rate than a normal person’s would, to the point that a month and a half after conception he looked to be in the third trimester. He was, of course, carrying a litter, and increasingly, the Hero of Hyrule could feel his pups squirming and pawing inside of his body. More than once, while hunting some band of bokoblins or staking out a Yiga base, Link found himself braced against a tree or a signpost, holding one hand against his swelled-out stomach.
“C-Calm down,” he’d say, sweat glistening from his brow as he tried to grapple with the sensations. “Please… please, I need to…”
The pups could neither hear nor understand him, of course, and they would hardly ever quiet. The wolf stalked around him, looking concerned, and Link tried to assuage his friend’s fears with a strained smile. “C’mon, bud. It’ll take more than this to put a hero down…”
The wolf had become a proud father-to-be, diligently pacing around his pregnant mate and loping off into the darkness to chase off threats or find food for Link to cook. (Indeed, the hero’s appetite had tripled compared to a few months ago.) At nights he made slow and tender love to Link, always renewing his mating bite. Not once had he ever broken the skin, yet the repeated markings had inarguably changed Link’s shoulder to indicate his grasp regardless. Link was marked long-term as a wolf’s mate—the thought embarrassed him even as it made his stomach flutter. He wasn’t averse to the idea…
Still, Link insisted on keeping up his hero duties despite his stomach growing in size and encumbrance; as he passed the sixty-day mark, his gait slowed to an ungainly waddle. Still, with his trusty wolf at his side, Link felt well prepared to handle any threat the Calamity had to throw at them.
Until, one afternoon, when what was supposed to be a simple bokoblin raiding mission went wrong.
Link and his wolf had routed the bokoblins, driving them back to their ugly skull-shaped stone hut, and were preparing to push the assault—when a bokoblin, looking out of the skull’s ‘eye’, squealed in shock and fear. In their high, piglike language, they roused desperately in consternation, climbing out of the skull’s eyes and throwing themselves off the higher ledge to flee through the grass.
Link wasn’t certain what to make of it. After all, bokoblins usually held the line when it came to defending their outposts…
And then he heard the high-pitched whine and saw the tracking laser beam beading against the stone hut, quickly maneuvering down towards the two heroes, and he understood.
“Guardian,” he choked with sudden fright.
The corrupted war machine rose from the grassland, glowing a noxious purple. Its eye shone with power and it launched a beam of energy betwixt the two heroes, both of them knocked sideways.
Link winced as he fell ungainly on his side, and then his eyes dilated with shock. The impact had caused wetness to pool around his trousers—his stomach lurched and the pups grew excitable.
“No,” he grunted, “not now… not now!” This was the worst time to go into labor!
Realizing what was happening, the wolf barked in shock and dismay. The guardian was marching on them with its long, spindly legs, training another bead on Link. The pregnant hero was unable to rise thanks to his contractions, and the Master Sword was knocked away from the blast. He desperately tried to crawl into the stone hut for some measure of protection…
And then, with a mighty howl, the wolf leaped on the guardian from behind. Claws and fangs scrabbled against the machine, and it spun around, firing lasers in pell-mell consternation as it was unable to get at its assailant. Finally, rocking its body against a hillside, it threw the canine off—but the wolf landed right next to the Master Sword.
Picking up the hilt in his mouth, the wolf held the blade sideways and lunged in. The sword glowed with holy light as he swept it against one leg, severing it cleanly and leaving sparks emitting from the stump. The guardian shot another laser, but was unable to hit its swift quarry. The wolf severed another leg and as the guardian slumped sideways, off balance, he leaped high and then drove the blade, point-first, into the construct’s eye.
With a desperate whirr, the war machine erupted in a shower of sparks and scrap. The wolf searched for his mate—Link was nowhere to be seen. But then, his nose twitching, he could smell him. The hero had taken refuge inside the abandoned bokoblin structure.
Loping inside, the wolf found Link braced against the back wall, heaving for breath as he struggled to try and get out of his trousers. “They’re—they’re c-coming—” he groaned. “Oh goddess…”
With a plaintive whine, the wolf dropped the Master Sword and gently nipped his mate’s clothes. He tugged them down past Link’s knees and ankles and off of him entirely.
A pup, with soft green fur like its sire, was already crowning at the entrance to Link’s pussy. The hero kicked his heels desperately against the floor, moaning as he squeezed the wolf pup out inch by inch. The little pup’s eyes were shut and its ears were flattened against its skull; once its head was clear of Link’s pussy, it tossed its head and weakly mewled. Gently, the wolf nipped his fangs on the scruff of the newborn’s neck and dragged it free.
Link tried to catch his breath with the sudden emptiness of his birth canal and was only partially successful; his heart was racing faster than an aerokuda in a windstorm. “I d-didn’t—nnn—k-know you were such a fine hand with a b-blade,” he panted, casting an eye at his compatriot. “Or a fine paw, I suppose…”
The beast snorted and began licking the pup clean, and Link’s voice peaked: “Oh Hylia, another one’s coming, I—nnnggghhh—”
And so it went, hour after hour, until afternoon had given way to evening—and the puppies were now born.
Link rested wearily against the stone wall, still amazed he’d squeezed them all out. A cute litter of four wolf pups rested in an impromptu bed made of hides left by the bokoblins. Most of the pups were green or beige, like their sire, but one had Link’s vivid blond color for its fur.
“I can’t believe I did that,” Link muttered, half to himself. “I just… gave birth…”
The wolf’s tail wagged proudly. Gently taking one of the sleeping pups by the scruff, he dragged the mewling animal over to Link, who wearily accepted it. “Right, hold still, little one…”
Link held the pup up to his chest grunted as it found a teat. Following instinct, the pup began to nurse from him, and Link leaned back with a sigh as relief flowed through him.
If he returned to the towns and villages, stomach no longer swollen and with pups like this following at his heels, it would be obvious what had happened. Villagers would talk…
Let them talk, Link decided, the pup still drinking. I’m a proud papa of wolf pups, and I think I’ve earned it.