The sun was just rising in Hyrule, Purah’s usual reminder to get some sleep. She was currently tinkering with a new device she hoped would change the way she gathered local fauna and flora for her experiments. With a final hollow click and snap of the exterior casing, she held up her triangular device, eyes wide with pride and satisfaction.

Just then, Link entered her laboratory, always an early riser. “Linky!” she said and hopped down from her workbench. “Behold, my latest creation!”

She pressed the smooth pyramid into his hands and he held it out, face cocked to one side as he inspected her work. “It’s… nice.”

“Nice?” she frowned. “That device is going to revolutionize how we collect data. No longer must I sit in the cold or the heat, the rain or the snow. From now on, I can conduct everything I need without leaving the comfort of Hateno.”

Link shrugged and held it out to her. “Neat.”

She laughed to herself and pressed her hands against the device, pushing it back toward Link. “I won’t be using it silly, you will.”

“Me?”

“Yes you! It needs to be properly tested in the field.” She held a finger to her lips for a moment. “I think I’ll call it the Specimen Scoopinator!” Her face lit up then dimmed. “No. The Telezoological Zipper! Eh?” She looked at Link expectantly who stared back at her with a blank face.

“What does it do?”

She sighed and walked to a cold teapot before pouring herself a cup. “Do try to keep up dear, I swear sometimes I worry about you. It’s a trap, of sorts, that teleports specimens back here for me to run experiments. But it hasn’t been properly tested, yet. That’s where you come in, before we start using it all willy-nilly I need you to go deep into the wilds, find the biggest Bokoblin you can, and see if he’s able to be transported. Then return back to me, if he comes through in one piece, we can start translocating all kinds of critters.”

“Isn’t that a little dangerous? Having a Bokoblin– I mean, the biggest Bokoblin I can find, running around Hateno Lab?”

She laughed again and shook her head. “Dear sweet Link, of course I’ve taken every precaution, see that cage there?” She pointed to a giant Hylian steel cage in the corner.” Link eyed the cage without moving his head and nodded slowly. “That’s where the Bokoblin will be transported to. We have absolutely nothing to worry about. Now, off you go. It’s a week’s ride at least to the deep wilderness, and when I say the biggest, I mean I want to see the biggest Bokoblin I've ever seen! I have nothing but faith in you.”

Link eyed the pyramid in his hand, obviously unsure. “Shouldn’t we try it on something smaller and less… bloodthirsty first, just to be–”

“Out with you! Shoo!” The Sheikah turned Link around and pushed him with one hand, sipping her tea with the other.

The door closed behind him and she took a long deep breath, basking in her own brilliance. “And now… we wait.”

—

A week went by and the cage stood empty. Purah tried to busy herself with other inventions but the anticipation was killing her. She would pace in front of the cage, then sit in front of it, then pace in front of it again for hours at a time. Another week went by and still nothing came through. She looked over her schematic and checked her calculations for the hundredth time. Everything was perfect.

Then, something happened. She was getting herself a cup of fresh tea when she heard a loud wump followed by a hollow thump. She dropped her teacup and sprinted to the cage. Her smile fell and her face looked down at the large object in the middle of the cage. “A rock?”

A large round boulder stared out at her and she pressed the bridge of her nose with thumb and forefinger. “Link, you beautiful idiot.” Wump. Another thump followed by a loud clang caused Purah to jump back. Two large boulders now sat in the cage, one atop the other leaning against the cage door.

Purah sucked in a gasp. “There won’t be room for the specimen!” She ran up to the door’s heavy lock, pulled the latch and slid the bolt free. The steel cage door swung open and the top boulder rolled down with a dull thud against the metal floor. She pushed it aside with a grunt and grabbed the top of the first boulder, pulling with all her might until it rolled out past the cage entrance. Wump. There was another thump, unlike the first two.

She looked down at two large red feet. As she stared down at the four wiggling toes, the hair on the back of her neck stood up straight as her body trembled in fear. She grabbed the cage door swinging it shut.

The door bounced off the first boulder with the echoing clangor of steel against stone, just barely in the way of the closing gate. Purah turned and ran toward her workbench. She heard the cage door burst open behind her, heard the heavy breathing of the giant brute now free in her lab, felt the meaty fingers wrap around her waist as her hand slammed down on the emergency lockdown button she installed for this very reason.

Metal shades slammed shut over the windows. A steel door slid down over the wooden one and the emergency lights flickered on in the suddenly dim laboratory. The large hand squeezed her tighter, lifting her off the ground as it turned her toward its owner.

In the dim glow of the emergency lights, sharp teeth poked unevenly out from a long snout that ended in a drooping trunk-like nose. Beady eyes looked over the great snout that sniffed once. Purah's eyes followed a single horn that sprouted from the top of the creatures head that was definitely not a Bokoblin. "Oh Link, what have you done," she whispered as she looked up at what was, by far, the biggest Moblin she had ever seen.

—

At least Hateno was safe. With the safe room protocol initiated, only she could open the lab from the inside. That was Purah's final thought as the great three fingered hand squeezed her to death. At least that's what she thought was going to happen. Surely this beast would spread her insides across her lab like jelly before devouring her intestines like fresh sausages.

But it only squeezed her hard enough to lift her. It pressed its snout against her face and sniffed again. The fuzzy tip of its soft nose tickled her skin, sending goose bumps down her body as she trembled in its grip.

It sniffed down her neck, down over her large breasts, then further down her stomach, lifting her as it snorted and snuffled down to her groin. The beast inhaled deeply and Purah put a hand on the ceiling, to keep herself from being pressed into it.

The long muzzle found its way under her skirt and she squeaked as the creatures long tongue slithered against her red leggings, wetting her pussy and inner thighs as it lapped at her womanhood. She blushed and her first thought was how long it had been since she had showered. She tried to close her legs but the Moblin's free hand pulled her leg violently out and he shoved his snout further into her crotch.

The tongue came on again, soaking her tights and panties. She squirmed in the Moblin's grip, but it only squeezed her tighter and she quickly relaxed as the tongue pressed harder against her.

Purah was having trouble breathing. The great fingers couldn't quite make it around her slender frame but they were strong and she was beginning to feel light headed. She grabbed one of her hair-pins and stabbed it down into one of the Moblin's closed eyes.

The long thin metal pin pierced the eyelid and she felt it scrape against the creature’s eye socket. A deep bellowing roar rolled out of him but he loosened his grip just enough for her to knee him in the face with her free foot.

He released his grip on her waist but he still held her food tight with the other hand and she swung upside-down as the Moblin stomped and screamed. She let her jacket fall off her and pulled her other hairpin before stabbing it into the back of his strong hand. He released her foot and moaned in pain as she fell hard against the metal floor.

Her white hair fell down around her face and she rolled to her side. If she could just get to the door, she could escape and seal the monster inside.

She scrambled to her feet and darted toward the door. She had designed a series of levers that would release the security doors; if she could get out, she could re-engage the doors from the outside. She pulled one lever, then the next but as she reached for the final lever, a sharp tug on her hair pulled her back away from the door. Her scalp burned and she cried out as she watched the door get further and further away.

She was dragged across her own laboratory by her long white hair. The Moblin kicked the boulder out of the way and threw Purah into her own cage before slamming the door shut. He palmed one of the giant boulders and set it down in front of the cage.

Purah's scientific mind couldn't help but be surprised by this behavior. She massaged her aching scalp and watched the creature as it pulled the hairpin from its hand, then gently slid the other hairpin from its eye. It screamed and flung the tiny needle across the room.

Based on everything she knew about Moblins, she should be dead by now. Moblins eat meat and have even been known to cannibalize their own. There was no reason she shouldn't be half devoured. She couldn't help but think that her new invention was already teaching her new things but she brought her thoughts back to the matter at hand.

The beast had shown an animalistic interest in her groin. She assumed that it, like most animals, would be driven by scent, and would therefore be drawn to the area with the most pungent odor. This made perfect sense.

A loud crunch brought her from her thoughts and her eyes went wide. The Moblin had smashed the levers by the door, bending them and pulling one entirely from the wall. She was stunned. Not because the creature had just doomed them to be locked in her lab until they starved to death, but because he had decided to crush a device she was using to save herself.

She looked up at the Moblin with a growing sense of excitement. "You're semi-intelligent. If you can make basic deductions, I could teach you language." The Moblin picked up the rock blocking her cage and tossed it, smashing the small dining table. Purah didn't even flinch, her mind was in overdrive. "You could become civilized, if you can communicate with Bokoblins, you could bring them up as well."

The Moblin took a step into the cage and towered over her. She was looking up at him, her intelligent eyes bright with possibility. "We could set up trade routes, and eventually learn your language, we could–" the Moblin pulled his leather loincloth until it snapped and he let it fall to the floor.

Purah's lip quivered. "We could…" her thoughts fell away as she realized the Moblin’s prime directive. Her eyes were glued to the angry red cock that now drooped in front of her. It was half hard and already bulging with thick veins.

The Moblin grabbed the base of his cock and swung it, slapping her across the cheek with a loud smack. She turned her head with the impact but her eyes remained on the sheer size of it. She imagined all Moblins had decent size cocks, being bigger than an average person already, but this Moblin was almost nine feet tall, and its cock was the size of her arm.

He grabbed her head and pressed her face against the hardening cock, pushing her glasses up to her forehead. She grabbed the cock with one hand, unable to even get her fingers around it, and straightened her glasses with the other. The Moblin stared down at her with one good eye and growled.

She knew what had to be done. She squeezed the fleshy cock and pulled on it once. The Moblin grunted in delight but growled again when she didn't continue. Purah scrunched her nose in revulsion. She could smell the sweaty balls and taint of the creature and it made her stomach turn.

She tugged again, hoping she could get it over with quickly. The Moblin moaned and a long spindle of saliva dripped down onto her forehead and cheek. That gave her an idea. Purah released the cock and spit into her cupped hands. She was glad to be wearing her tight black leather gloves so she wouldn't actually have to tough the thing, but she had milked a cow once or twice, this would be no different.

So, she spread the slobber across the giant ‘udder’ and began to milk. She squeezed the base of it and pulled, bulging the tip as her tight grip ran down the length of the shaft. The soft cockhead squished at the end of her long wet stroke and she pumped it a few times, hoping to get some fresh milk and be done with the business.

Then she started again from the base, running her leather gloves down the shaft. On the second attempt the cock began to stiffen but she pulled it down just the same and milked it slow and steady. The Moblin moaned and closed his good eye. Purah tried to imagine a giant red udder as she ran her hands up and down the swollen phallus. “Just milking a cow, just milking a cow,” She whispered to herself. The cock twitched and flexed and she hoped her job was almost finished. She grabbed the base of it and squeezed again, harder than before, then spit another fresh spray of saliva for lubricant from her mouth that seemed to fill up again just as quickly.

Why was her mouth watering? She squeezed her eyes shut and repeated, “just milking a cow, just milking a cow.” The smell of it filled her nostrils, a strong mix of musky taint and her own bad breath. Shouldn’t it disgust her? Why then when the Moblin grabbed the back of her head did she find herself eagerly opening her mouth. “Just milking a– mph.”

The cockhead stretched her cheeks and lips and jaw to the max but the lumpy bulb popped into her mouth, dribbling precum across her smooth tongue. The flavor filled her mouth and nostrils at the same time and she inhaled a long pull of the overripe fumes wafting from the big red cock and balls. Her hands were working autonomously now, stroking and twisting as she ran them down the main length of the shaft. The hand on her head pushed harder. “Gulk,” her eyes watered and her throat clicked with wetness as the cockhead dragged across her tongue toward her back teeth.

She could see now the Moblin would impale her face on his cock if she didn’t bring this to an end. So she stroked faster and blew spit out around the fat cock lodged in her mouth. She spread the slime up and down the shaft, faster and faster. She licked the crease of the cockhead and slurped uselessly at the extra spit that rained down onto her chest. The Moblin let out a deep relieved sigh and his hand gripped the hair on the back of her head as he pushed harder.

“Ulk,” her body flexed as her gag reflex tried to expel the intruder but he pushed on, past her uvula. Her teary eyes widened and she took a final deep breath before he pushed deeper, closing her windpipe and plunging down her esophagus. Purah’s eyes rolled up into her head and her body went limp. Her throat stretched to accommodate the bulging tip and the Moblin began using her throat as a sex toy.

Hateno Lab became an echoing metal chamber of wet squelches and deep grunting as the Moblin used Purah’s face. He had her head in both hands and her hair flapped back and forth as he frantically skull fucked her. Purah’s lips curled back against the excess skin around his bulging cock as he shoved it deeper with every thrust. She was beginning to feel dizzy from lack of air. She needed to breathe. She slapped at his thighs and tried to flail her head but his vice grip didn’t allow any movement that wasn’t his savage fucking.

The edges of her vision flickered and dimmed, her frantic slapping of his red thighs had turned to slow pounding and then stopped all together. She felt the cock bulge in her throat, felt the pulsing of something warm down her esophagus, felt her stomach being pumped full, then blacked out.

—

Purah awoke to a sore throat and tender nipples. The gold clasps of her vest had been torn from the garment and the fabric had been ripped to get her breasts free. She was slumped against the cage wall and her chest was bare, her nipples tender and bruised from rough use of some kind. She coughed a raspy wheeze and got to her knees, pushing on the door but the boulder had been secured back into place, locking her in.

There was movement in the lab and she shrunk back, trying to make herself small in the steel trap of her own making. The Moblin was laying on the floor of her lab. He rolled to his stomach and scratched his flaccid cock and bulbous balls with a snore and a grunt. Purah crept up to the door again, she tried to push the gate but the hinges whined and the boulder scraped loudly against the floor. She winced and stopped pushing but the Moblin didn’t wake, if anything he snored louder. That gave her an idea.

She waited until the Moblin inhaled and then pushed with all her might. The moblin’s loud rumbling snore masked the dull scraping of stone on metal. She stopped as his exhale came to an end, then waited before pushing again. “Success,” she whispered. The cage door was open just enough for her to squeeze through. She crawled through the gap and tip-toed through the lab.

The metal security panels had huge dents and scrapes marring the metallic surfaces. Shattered furniture littered the floor in front of the door and Purah smirked, despite her predicament. Her security system had never been properly tested and she enjoyed a little smirk of smug satisfaction at how effectively it had locked this monster in with her. The thought itself was sobering and she focused on the task at hand. They had plenty of water but food would probably run out after a week or two, even less if the Moblin could eat as much as she assumed. If she wasn’t eaten before then, that is. She needed a plan.

Purah decided she wouldn’t be able to do much from inside her cage, she needed a way to pacify him. She thought about trying to kill him in his sleep, too risky. If she failed, he would only enrage and possibly kill her. Besides, she was a scientist, not a murderer. This Moblin had shown signs of intelligence, if she killed him, she would never learn anything from him.

She thought about tying him up but worried about the same results, and didn’t have any strong enough rope besides. Then an idea struck, as ideas tend to do for brilliant scientists. All she had to do was make herself seem necessary, and based on their first encounter, she had some ideas on how to do just that.

She tiptoed to the small kitchen in the far corner of the lab. Her hand shook as she poured herself a small cup of cold tea. Purah didn’t think of herself as brave, that was why she worked with people like Link and Zelda, they had that hardness to their eyes that said they'd get the job done no matter what. Purah looked across her lab at all the half finished projects, the stack of half drawn schematics, the truth was, she had no problem leaving a job half finished.

But now she was in real trouble. She looked at the sleeping Moblin and past him, taking stock of what she had to work with. The sturdy metal shutters had been bent out of shape, it looked like the Moblin tried to get free which was another curiosity. Why hadn’t he tried to kill her? Her eyes settled on one of her discarded hairpins and she picked it up as her mind clicked and snapped pieces of an ill-fitting puzzle. The thin metal rod was half crusted with dried blood and she smiled to herself as she tied up her usual bun.

She had hoped she could reverse the signal on her emergency lockdown button but with the shutters being too misshapen to function, she decided she would have to find another way out. The lab had been constructed with something like this happening in mind and all the pieces of metal had been super heated to fit together, it would take enough heat to melt the metal to get them out and she realized her salvation would have to come from beyond the little prison she had built for herself.

So her mind began working a different set of variables, food. Her hydroponic trays took water from a spring up the hill. Plumbing had been installed for the trays and a small toilet with a curtain tucked beside. At least they had plenty of nutrient rich water, but they would need food, especially if she wanted to keep herself off the menu. They had a bushel of apples Link had brought her but she didn’t keep her lab kitchen well stocked, preferring not to eat where she tinkered.

She quietly opened one of the drawers from a small cabinet and rummaged through the poorly organized pile of small packets within. It didn't take long to find what she was looking for, two packets of seeds.. She went to the first tray and reluctantly pulled the roots of her latest botanical experiment. She would need both trays if they were to get enough food by the time they needed it, and even then, it would be a tight timeline.

She planted the radishes first. With her grow lights and the nutrient rich water they should be able to have edible radishes in under two weeks. Next she planted the bean bushes, those would take longer but would provide protein once they started producing and could be harvested every few days, assuming they survived that long. The water wheel should provide enough energy for the equipment but she needed to make sure the brute didn’t accidentally smash their only source of food.

With the food and water seemingly solved she turned to the biggest problem in the room. The snoring Moblin scratched his round belly and snorted, his long snout sticking up in the air. Purah walked to him, her eyes focused between his legs. His cock hung like a trunk over his bulbous testicles and she made sure her gloves were on tight. “Time to get to work,” she said with a sigh and knelt down between his open thighs.