"Well, this sucks."
	Samus stepped away from the bars, her hands covered in rusty
muck. She wiped them off on her rags, sighing dejectedly at the
state of affairs in their cell. It was dingy and musky, with
moldy, mismatched cobblestones making up the walls. The bars were
wrought iron, rusted over and uncared for in the many years since
the prison hut's creation. The window was high-set and barred,
with barely a fresh breeze working its way in; that dank odor had
nowhere to go, and as such, permeated everything about them in a
rather unpleasant miasma.
	Samus had been prying her 6-foot-3 muscular frame against the
bars for the better part of an hour, her (ultimately futile)
attempt to wrench open the wrought-iron gating and free herself.
Her body was drenched in sweat, and she sat down on her cot
dejectedly, looking about the room as she recalled her capture. A
bout with Ridley had been going sour, her suit's systems being
hammered and overloaded by a strange weapon he wielded; when at
last the great dragonid creature had landed before her, fangs
spread in a predatory grin, she had been powerless to stop his
final barrage... which had landed her here, sans armor. She was
apprehended immediately, before she could make heads or tails of
her situation, and was hauled off to this dungeon, wherein she
found herself in the company of old "friends."
	Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom sat on the next cot over,
her expression dejected... but somehow still optimistic. She had
spoken of Bowser, who swooped in to kidnap her as always... But
instead of taking her hostage, he had hit her with a strange
weapon that sounded awfully similar to the tool Ridley had been
wielding in the confrontation that brought Samus here. Her
abduction had even sounded the same - confused, naked, and alone,
and claimed within the hour of landing... wherever the hell
"here" was. Currently, the princess seemed to be holding out hope
for her hero Mario's return; as Samus recalled, the man was quite
reliable, especially during that whole "Subspace Emissary" fiasco
a few years back. She had never really spoken to the plumber or
his brother since, but she figured if Peach could trust him, she
could too.
	The Princess Zelda sat almost haughtily on her own bed, her eyes
closed in meditation. The story was exactly the same - Ganon
swooped in, ready to fight... But in this case, her hero had been
there with her. Link, the Hero of the Ages, had fought valiantly
against the Dark Lord, but he had succumbed to the fiend's dark
magic in the end; his strength had not been enough to ward off
Ganon's furious assault. Something to do with not having the
"Master Blade" or the "Tripower", Samus really didn't care to
know. All she knew was that, since their arrival, Zelda had not
said one word to anyone... and thus, the only reason Samus knew
the story at all was because of the man sitting next to her on
her side of the room.
	Link was a rough-and-tumble brat, his body quite built for
fighting and combat. His hands were worn and calloused, toughened
by "field work", as he put it. From what she could tell, he was
some sort of demon-slayer of old, a heritage passed down in their
land from ages past. And this guy certainly fit the part; he
seemed to radiate reassurance. That said, he was quite
downtrodden during the few days of their imprisonment together,
mostly because his princess was giving him the cold shoulder...
attitude... persona. Cold persona. She wasn't talking to him. And
that upset him. Narration is hard, okay?
	She turned as footsteps approached their cell, two armed guards
slowly walking into place. "Get up, all of you. You're going to
be displayed today."
	Samus was at the bars in an instant. "What the hell do you
mean?! And why haven't we been told anything? You fuckers are
pretty cocky to keep us-"
	Her words were literally knocked out of her body by a swift,
solid strike of the butt of one of the guard's spears; right
through the bars and into her chiseled, toned gut. "Silence,
slave. You don't have any need to know anything." The guard
unlocked the cage, gesturing with his spear for the others to get
moving, leaving Samus kneeling on the floor, clutching her
stomach. Surprisingly, Zelda knelt next to her as they moved, her
voice soft in Samus' ear. "Don't attempt to run; the fate which
we are bound to is horrible, but far worse will be the punishment
if you attempt the attack you are planning."
	"What the... fuck?" Samus wheezed as Zelda stood, keeping her
demure expression as best she could. The guards walked in,
menacingly standing over Samus, and for a moment, she debated
ripping their nuts off where they stood... but Zelda's words
seemed to have some sort of weight to them, and she stood
quickly, an arm still wrapped around her midsection.
	The four of them were led from the building, heading across a
few open fields along a pathway. Up ahead, a marketplace loomed,
people milling about and shuffling back and forth as they were
paraded down the street. Catcalls and cheers rained down from
either side, the guards glaring people out of the way as they
neared the seller's square.
	The four were herded into the back, roughly being washed and
scrubbed; as they were dried and changed into white linens, Link
was handed a bottle with an azure fluid. "Drink, now." The guard
was stern, his hand holding his polearm tight. Link did as he was
told, meekly, drinking the fluid slowly; as it passed into his
body, he shivered, handing the empty flask back.
	Out on the pavilion, a caller was rustling up the crowd in front
of the stage, his loud cheers calling forth all comers from the
reaches of the town. "Come one, come all," he cried. "Four slaves
of fantastic worlds! All fresh and ready for your public
consumption! A new magical device will be displayed, and then the
auction will commence for all four units! A must-have for any
buyer!"
	From the sound of the hubbub echoing over the stage to the
preparation area, the caller's words had brought forth most of
the town. Samus sighed as she heard more and more cheers
erupting, her stomach finally calm from the fierce jab she had
received earlier. She stood at the guards' motion, the four of
them lining up near the entrance to the stage. "Zelda, why did
you say that, earlier?"
	The princess' demeanor was even colder, now, than it was before;
perhaps their impending sale was wearing on the regal woman's
nerves. "I am the bearer of the Triforce of Wisdom... And that
power entitles me to the ability of limited future sight." She
looked to Link, who was sweating profusely; unlike the women, he
was clad only in a pair of pants, and his skin glistened with
sweat as he held his stomach. "I can see several at once... and
had you followed through on your attempt at escape, you would
have been put to a much worse fate than the one we now face." She
pursed her lips gently, a small sigh escaping her. "Though, not
that this fate is much better."
	"Cheer up!" Peach finally spoke, her face and body trembling as
she tried to smile; great big tears were welling at the corners
of her eyes, and she was doing all she could to not let them
fall. "We... We'll be saved! There's always a chance!"
	Samus wanted to smack her, if not just to vent some of her own
frustration at her own helplessness, but before she could, they
were urged on stage. The auctioneer had finished introducing
them, and for as they were herded out, the crowd cheered even
harder. It was a sizable group, and Samus noted several folk with
more finely-dressed garb towards the front, rather than towards
the back.
	"Before we begin our demonstration and auctioning, we have an
extra demonstration!" The auctioneer pulled link to the front,
the Hylian boy quite pale and quivering. "This young man, part of
our two-person set, was given a special formula to drink before
coming on stage!" The man yanked Link's pants down, the crowd
gasping as the hero was put on full display. "Observer the
effects of our wondrous tonic!"
	Link's frame began to shift, his bones creaking and grinding as
he began to shrink from his stately 6'0". His frame softened, his
muscles fading and rounding. His hips cracked, widening suddenly,
while his shoulders narrowed, his frame growing more hourglass by
the second. From Samus' vantage point, she could see his front
easily; his chest was bulging, growing more ponderous and hefty
by the second, while, between his legs, his manly package was
shriveling away, fading into nothing between his legs. In
moments, there was an audible "schlorp", a wet, glistening pussy
now nestled between his once ripped legs. Link collapsed, his
(her?) legs unable to take any more; his body continued to shift
and change on the stage as the crowd cheered, the people
applauding this new serum.
	Zelda had averted her eyes through the whole process, though
Samus could see the agony of watching Link suffer on her face,
and in an instant, the full gravity of Zelda's words hit her like
a freight train. Zelda had seen all of this coming, and knew she
was powerless to stop it; no wonder she hadn't said a word to
Link since they arrived. She knew he couldn't save himself, and
she couldn't do anything to save him; that simple fact alone must
have been eating her from the inside out for days.
	Peach, meanwhile was horrified; the tears had finally begun to
stream down her face, her hands clasped at her mouth to hide her
gaping shock. Samus felt like copying her, though the quiet
whispering of "Mario, save me... Mario, please... Luigi, help...
Someone..." just made it all the more heartbreaking.
	As Link was dragged back into place, a fresh tunic now covering
his massive breasts, metal rings were slipped about the necks of
the women assembled on stage. Samus touched hers, feeling the
decorative face-plate on the front; it was literally a face,
blank and unsculpted... but it seemed to hum as she touched it,
the hum resounding through her body.
	"And now, for the demonstration you've been waiting for!" The
crowd cheered as the auctioneer hit a switch, all four rings
beginning to hum more loudly. Samus felt it vibrating through her
entire body from head to toe, her very essence seeming to pulse
and throb in time with the ring. Her body felt heavy,
particularly her breasts; her tunic seemed to swell and pulse,
her breasts throbbing bigger and thicker as she watched. Her neck
began to ache, growing stiffer and stiffer... until she turned to
look at her neighbors, and nearly choked.
	Peach was sobbing, a massive, red tip poking out of her mouth;
as Samus watched, horrified, her mouth stretched wider and wider,
her face fading away as the skin peeled back. Her entire head
swelled into a giant cocktip, throbbing and pulsing as the crowd
cheered. Zelda was doing better, her innate magic slowing the
process... but that only seemed to make it more erotic. Her shirt
swelled in slow time, the seams ripping as her breasts
expanded... and as her shirt burst open, Samus learned the
horrifying truth; ripping her own shirt open, she saw her once
ample bosom was gone, saggy ball-skin over her once proud
breasts. Her view was forced upright again as she throbbed, her
neck seeming to stretch; she looked back to Zelda, whose mouth
and cheeks were bulging as she tried to contain the throbbing
cockhead trying to burst from within.
	Link had fallen over, his mammoth mammaries weighing him down;
his mouth was gaping wide, his ring facing Samus... and she could
see on it, Link's expressive face pictured in the ring itself. He
was sobbing yet blank, his eyes rolled back from the sheer
pleasure of it, a sheer pleasure Samus was finding it harder and
harder to fight... Until she blinked, her viewpoint suddenly a
foot shorter than it had been just a moment ago. She tried to
turn her head again, but she was stuck in place; horrified, she
grasped at her head, the cocktip having burst from her mouth
while she was preoccupied with the others. She felt a surging
churning in her breasts, something hot and heavy erupting from
her body; in moments, she was spent, her body splattering cum all
over the floor as she finally, quietly wept.
	The auction proceeded without incident, Samus being sold off to
a rich noblewoman; her body was fucked nightly, the noblewoman's
fiendish cock never satisfied with Samus' penile body. She was
forced to maintain her level of fitness, lewdly jogging and
exercising around the estate in that grotesque form; luckily (if
one could call it luck) the body would petrify when the ring was
removed, frozen in stone until Samus was to use it again.
	Samus never heard from Peach, Link, or Zelda again; from what
she understood, Link and Zelda were sold as a set, off to some
rich lord some leagues north of the market. She heard whispers
(when she was worn as decoration by her lady) that the two were
quite popular, the lord forcing them to perform shows for his
guests with their lewd bodies; Link had become some sort of
modification dummy, his form warped and twisted beyond any
semblance of his former self. Peach had been sold to a local brew
house, and was cheerfully serving her days away, somehow still
holding out hope that her Mario would come to save her... Though
the bounty hunter (former) knew otherwise. There was no going
back from this. She was doomed to live as she was... a golem of
carnal pleasure, to the end of her days.