Midna BE Story

Grim! You're here! WITH AN AWESOME PIECE OF ART. Wow, thanks. I'm so cheered up, that I managed to write a piece within my heavy scadual.

It's not that good, I know, but that's what I have your critique for!

"Nabooru sat down on her remarkably curvy and bouncy rear to think. She had put her pants back on ( which were a tight fit around her bottom ), but she couldn’t possibly get her bra on her chest. She wasn’t particularly ashamed in the presence of her Gerudo sisters, but walking through rough sandstorms was not very pleasant in this state. She was deeply thinking when a sudden voice made her jump to her feet. “Your Majesty- Nabooru …” said a voice. She turned. It was a Gerudo.

Ignoring the Gerudo’s surprise at her not so covered body, Nabooru quickly started commanding. “Greetings. I want you to hurry back to the Gerudo Fortress and get me a bra about … two to three cup sizes larger than the last one. Go, quickly!” she yelled. The Gerudo bowed, turned and ran rather confusedly. She looked back at the water, and sighed. She took a few steps forward as she kept looking at her reflection. Her bouncy rear jiggled a bit as she walked ( this was easy to see ).

She wondered if this was part of the spell, or just generally had to do with big, round butts. Shrugging her shoulders ( causing her breasts to jiggle a bit ), she started walking around aimlessly. Hours passed, as the wind blew the sand back and forth gently. She wondered if the messenger would ever come back, and if bras of her new size had to be specially made. After quite a bit of time wondering this stuff, at last she saw people in the distance. She was about to run toward them when she recognized pitch black armor. It were no Gerudos.

She observed from a distance ( she had good eyes ) and could decide it were about ten people wearing heavy black armor. She wondered what they were doing here near the Desert Colossus, and how they ever passed through the desert. She had not been seen, and wasn’t in the mood for being seen in this state either, so she hid herself behind a huge rock, occasionally spending a quick look at the approaching “army”. They came near very slowly, and again it felt like hours had passed when they were just a hundred yards away.

She heard their voices. They sounded like young men. “Hey, what are we looking for in this miserable place?” asked one. “Well, we can’t be sure. The strange cloaked fellow told us to go catch “the Desert Queen” and bring her back to him. In return, he gave us the magic to reach this place,” answered another. “And he promised us anything we desired after fulfilling the task.” “Well, fine. But that guy felt evil- like, not human. Maybe that person is evil and the “Desert Queen” is good. I wish we’d know who’s side we were on.”

A silence fell over the group as they marched on, bound to go around the stone Nabooru was hiding behind. Nabooru wished she had picked a better place to hide. The mention of the “cloaked figure” had intrigued her. Being as bright as she was, she figured it might’ve been the curse itself or someone in cooperation with it. At the same time, she pondered hard how in Hyrule she would get out of this sticky situation. She almost panicked as the marching footsteps sounded like they were just inches away from her.

She was about to think of some strange escape plan using seduction, when the feet stopped. “Hey, look. A few yards back, there’s an oasis and we’ve been walking for so long. Does anyone mind having a drink and a bath?” said one voice. The other voices approved of the suggestion, and the marching feet seemed to change directions. Nabooru sighed with relief and looked from the side of the rock. In the distance, she saw a lone figure in purple approaching. “The messenger!” she thought.

She quietly but quickly, constantly using all the shelter she could get, went in the direction of the messenger. She just hoped for a new bra at this point."