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She was beautiful.
The Princess of Hyrule, in front of him, her hand in his hand , was breathtakingly beautiful - and her beauty was greatly distracting him from the task at hand: to rescue her from her captivity.
Although Link was merely following her orders, he felt so guilty having to guide Her Highness through what is possibly the most disgusting route possible - through the sewers . Her dress, no doubt composed of the finest and extravagant fabrics known, had gotten wet and dirty, not to mention that dreadful stench of excretory waste running alongside them that no amount of nose pinching could suppress. Still, the Princess didn’t seem to complain and hiked her dress up with her free hand.
She remained quiet as Link very gently pulled her hand down the dark corridor, the flicker of the flame inside his lantern bouncing off the walls. With every flame pillar they encountered, Link knocked the lantern flame against it to illuminate the pathway better. Every so often, he’d let go of her hand to tackle some Keese that inhabited the putrid location, or to open up the doors. When he’d returned his hand in hers, she noted how awfully sweaty and shaky they were. It wasn't unusual, she surmised; he had most likely rushed over to the castle after hearing her pleas and she had seen how many guards he had to tackle during her rescue. Though, another unusual behaviour from the young boy she noticed was his gait - he walked awkwardly. Did he sustain an injury somewhere? The boy was of few words, so it would be difficult to ascertain the location and type of injury it was. Through the dimly-lit corridor, she observed him. It was clear he was feebly attempting to remain still, but he would not stop fidgeting. Was it nerves in addition to the injury, she wondered? Being surrounded by the Royal Family, as well as people who knew of her for the large portion of her life, she tended to forget her status in comparison to ordinary dwellers of Hyrule-
Link suddenly paused, drawing his legs close together. Link clenched his fist as a physical diversion from moving his hand where he wanted, needed it to be. The sound of Zelda's cry for help had roused him abruptly from his sleep - and judging by her desperation in her voice had left him - he essentially jumped right out of bed and ran to the castle, leaving him little time to attend to any other matters. One of these particular matters was situated in his lower abdomen. He hadn't used the facilities since he had tucked himself into bed earlier that evening, and the neglect to take care of his urgent need crept up on him the further into the Castle he progressed. It quickly transgressed from a dull ache to pulsing urges and just now assaulted him once more, causing Link to halt suddenly. Link wanted to groan, but gritted his teeth to stop himself. Zelda couldn't see any enemies, perhaps Link must have sensed something? He continued after a few moments, not without fidgeting in place. His hand trembled in hers. He looked to be around the same age she was. It was unrealistic to expect him to be fearless if he was not older than her.
Zelda wished she could fend for herself. She had a secret weapon stashed under her dress, that is, until it was seized at her confinement. She now had no choice but to rely entirely on Link, who was doing a fine job at protecting her this far. He definitely had more bravery than most of the knights that actually served her, that was for sure. She drew closer to him in an attempt to reassure him. Link's heart fluttered when feeling the soft knock of her shoulder on his. He was sure he would have fixated more on the contact if he wasn't so desperate to use the toilet. His willpower was all centred on his sphincter muscles, trying so hard not to let them falter-
"Ah!" Zelda gasped, as she ducked down right as a group of Keese swooped above her head. Her shout startled Link, a hot jet of urine drenching his underclothes. Link stumbled forwards, his waist bent at a 90 degree angle, as he squeezed himself to stop peeing. He was then reminded of the defenceless Zelda next to him and after hooking his lantern to his belt, with his free hand he aimlessly swung his sword at the Keese, somehow managing to strike them. They fell to the ground with a shriek as they were slain.
"Are you alright?" Zelda asked, concern etched on her features at Link's bent position. She quietly approached Link. Hearing the click of her heels caused Link to rip his hand away from his crotch and suddenly straighten up as naturally as possible. Unfortunately, he was not completely successful in this, and seemed very stiff. Without looking at her, he extended his hand for her. Frowning, Zelda reluctantly accepted it, his avoidance of answering her question worrying her. Why won't he answer me?
Link was no longer walking; he was merely shuffling at this point. His body was moving on its own accord as he trembled, his steps becoming more springy in nature. Goddess , he had to pee so badly! His hand was cramped from gripping onto his sword so tightly.
A larger wave of desperation washed over him, causing Link to drop his sword entirely and dart his now free hand to the front of his tunic. He kept his back to Zelda, still clinging onto the thin tendrils of his dignity remaining, praying the corridor was dark enough to hide his potty dancing. Link couldn't suppress a small groan that was covered up by the clank of the sword clattering on the floor. Zelda rushed over to his sword and picked it up before it fell into the sewage river. When she turned around to hand it back to Link, she noticed his hand placement, alongside the oddly specific dance he was displaying.
Oh, that's what it is.
Zelda turned away, placing a bashful hand on her face. "S-sorry, I didn't know you had to go so bad," She paused, debating on how to solve Link's urgent need for relief. "I'll give you some privacy," Holding the sword in front of her with both hands, she stepped away and casually turned around, face flushed.
Link wanted nothing more than to jump into that shallow river and force himself to drown, somehow, to evade this situation. Link blinked back tears and stumbled towards the river, whipping his head back to double check on the Princess. Her back was to him, but he could only imagine her stifling a laughter; imagine her rescuer, in fact, had little control over his continence, blatantly holding himself like the pathetic infantile boy he is. He scrambled to free his length from his undershorts, feeling himself dribble even more. He was all too ready to release all that pent-up urine inside of him, to relieve himself of the discomfort, pain and aching of his bladder…
Nothing.
A single drop fell from his tip, the sound of the lone bead dripping into the river, filling the otherwise pindrop silence. Was he perhaps too tense from holding it so long? He wiggled his legs, rolling his shoulders before widening his stance, trying his very best to relax himself. Still, nothing. He took a few deep breaths, slowing his breathing. Was it the fact that he wasn’t at a proper toilet? He closed his eyes, imagining that he was using his toilet at home.
Nothing seemed to work.
Why couldn't he pee?! This had never occured before. His bladder throbbed, craving for that sweet alleviation he couldn’t seem to get, no matter how long he stood there. His eyes snapped open when he heard the sound of metal scraping on the floor.
“Are you… done?” Zelda almost whispered, adjusting the sword in her hands. She turned to Link, really hoping to get a simple nod or shake from him. “Oh!” She quickly turned her head away when she realised Link was still exposed. “Sorry!” She lifted a hand to her mouth. That was not what I wanted to see today.
Link winced as he stuffed himself back into his undershorts, his bladder clearly dissatisfied with the lack of relief. Gripping the sides of his tunic, he quickly strided over to Zelda, stretching a hand out to receive his sword. He was not looking into her eyes, yet Zelda could register the clear discomfort painted on his face.
“Link, was it? I didn’t mean to listen but you didn’t.. go, right?”
He spun on his heel after snatching the sword out of her hands, clearly avoiding her question. Zelda sighed, hitching up her dress and following him. “Please listen to me. I know you’re in desperate need of a visit to the facilities. You’re not as inconspicuous as you think you are. Well, I know we’re not at one, or maybe it is because I’m here-”
There, that was it. He failed to urinate because the Princess was there! Well, there was no way he was going to be able to pee anytime soon, so they may as well hurry up and get Zelda to the Sanctuary-
“-but I think I can help.”
Link paused with a bounce, crossing his legs in place. Another pulse of urgency slapped his insides, urine threatening to break through the dam that was his sphincter muscles.
Zelda scanned the area rapidly, her gaze fixating on one of the multiple pots in the corner. She rushed past Link - his hands flew to his crotch to hold himself whilst she wasn’t looking - and picked up the biggest pot she could find. She ran back to the poor boy, who was unable to rip his hands away in fear of losing it right there. She plonked the pottery on the ground, grimacing as she heard a small crack from the bottom. “Sit on this and imagine you’re perched in the water closet,” Link stared into the hole. Sitting down? That’s humiliating; he’d rather lose continence than do that-
No, he wouldn’t- he felt his underclothes begin to wetten once more; he’d really rather not urinate on himself in front of Her Highness. With a squeak, he obeyed the Princess’ command, ripping his shorts down to his ankles. Zelda walked further away this time to give him privacy once again. He lowered himself until he felt the skin of his backside touch the rim and gripped onto the sides of the pottery. He squeezed his eyes and really tried to imagine this makeshift toilet was his outhouse at home.
Not even a single drop!
He whined and wriggled in place at the fact that he was still incapable of relieving himself. It was too small - he was barely sat on it for starters; he was basically squatting, and his thighs were beginning to burn the longer he crouched for. He adjusted his position to a more comfortable one, resting his bottom on his heels. With one hand, he tilted the pot. With the other hand, he moved his member so his tip was pointing inside the pot. Growing frustrated, he prodded at his distended bladder. He quickly regretted that it only earned a sharp pain that caused him to yelp, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Tears once again threatened to spill. He was never going to be able to pee, wasn’t he? In raw defeat, he let go of the pot and miserably wiggled his shorts back up, ready to trudge on….
When it happened.
He felt his muscles give way, urine beginning to pool in his shorts. Holy Goddess, he was peeing! Not wanting to waste a moment longer, he haphazardly sat on the pot; the instant he felt the contact with the rim, it was like the lever had been turned on all the way. Once the relief finally hit him, it caused the panting Link to become putty and sigh loudly in euphoria. He no longer cared if Zelda heard it - and she surely did - it felt unbelievably wonderful.
Hot liquid thundered loudly as it hit the insides of the clay, the hissing being all too deafening to Link. His face reddened as he was completely out of control of his urination and his reactions. He closed his mouth, trying to suppress the moans that felt far too good. Though, it was strange that he could feel the warmth of the liquid lapping against his thigh. He moved his hand into the pot to aim his tip away from his leg; instead his fingers brushed against very familiar fabric-
Link’s eyes popped wide open.
He didn’t take his shorts off!
Oh no, oh no , OH NO !!! How could he forget?! He was so focused on peeing that he completely skipped over the most important step, to unclothe himself! No wonder his urine stream sounded much thinner than it felt. He hastily moved his hands under his tunic to pull his shorts down, when he felt his stream begin to taper. He hesitated. The damage was already done, his shorts were sopping wet. He saw no point in removing them now. He waited until he felt his micturition ceased.
Droplets escaped the sides of his shorts, falling into the pot that was almost full to the brim with his urine. He wiggled, shaking any drops remaining. He attempted to stand up on shaky legs but was acutely aware of how drenched his shorts were. Should he-? No, there was no way on Hylia’s Land that he was going to discard his shorts here - his tunic wasn’t very forgiving in length and he wasn’t about to continue to guide Zelda with his privates very inappropriately visibly dangling out. Not to mention, she’d probably figure out that he had removed them and why, and mockery would precede. Looking over at Zelda, who had her back still turned to him, he pulled them down and stepped out of his shorts and wrung them as tightly as he could, squeezing his urine into the pot. He then quickly slipped back into them. The liquid had cooled by now, and his shorts were now cold, clammy and clung uncomfortably against his thigh. He looked down at his hands which were ‘marked’ with his embarrassment. He wiped them against the back of his tunic and pushed the pot to the very corner with his foot. He then cautiously approached the Princess, one hand holding the front of his tunic down and the other one spread against his backside.
“You certainly look much better. Were you successful?” Link nodded gleefully. “Shall we?” Zelda smiled at Link, slipping a hand in the crook of his arm. Link feigned a smile as naturally as he could, internally praying that Zelda couldn’t see or smell his soiled underclothes.
Link noticed his discarded sword on the ground, and carefully squatted to pick it up so as to not accidentally ride his tunic up. As he stood back up, it had slightly shifted. Zelda caught the sight of his glistening thighs and a flash of his significantly darker underclothes. She bit her lip and averted her gaze.
He wasn’t entirely successful, it seems.