Only the regal, noble, stuffy Light Princess would see going to Lake Hylia as an opportunity to visit some ancient cannon, instead of the chance it truly presented: an amazing day of surf, sun, and all-around fun.
Naturally, Midna was quick to point this out to her counterpart when she mentioned to her that she was thinking of going. From there—with little complaint from Zelda, but that might’ve just been because the Twilight Princess was happily jabbering about over any interjections she might’ve been trying to make—plans were swiftly made. The two princesses were to set off for Lake Hylia with their hero and scholar in tow, and were going to be sure to have some actual fun before they went off to that frustratingly complicated City in the Sky.[[MORE]]
Given that the other half of their group had gone off back to Castle Town about a week ago, and the fact that Castle Town was right next to Lake Hylia, Zelda—before she departed—decided she and Shad would travel there on their own and reunite with the hero and Twilight Princess at the lake.
They had agreed to meet there by midday… and they would’ve been on time, Midna was certain, if they hadn’t been together.
It was all Link’s stupid fault, really. First he had decided he wanted to change into his swimwear while they were still at his house, which she wouldn’t have had an issue with; but he had gotten undressed in front of her, and then she couldn’t resist giving him a nice grope, and that had snowballed into them having yet another go at it, this time up against the wall… And then she made the mistake of deciding to change while they were there, too, and, well… Again, one thing just led to another.
Even after they had taken care of getting those urges out of the way, they still weren’t yet late; but then Link just had to say goodbye to his goats and make sure Fado would “take good care of them” in his absence.
Which, again, she wouldn’t have had a problem with… But when he said he had to say goodbye to his goats? He meant every. Single. One. He meant he had to give a personal, special goodbye to each goat, that included brushing them, feeding each their own favorite treat, and talking to them, assuring them he wouldn’t be gone long.
Naturally, this took up almost the entire rest of the time they had left until they had to be at the beach. …And then she had decided she needed to punish him for wasting time, which culminated in another hasty bout of sex—this time up in the hayloft.
And on top of it all, they still had to pack. Which wasn’t a difficult feat by any means—just throwing together in her shadow storage a quick lunch, a few sun protection potions, and a few bottles of pumpkin juice spirits and shade wine to make things extra interesting—but it still took at least a few moments.
By the time the pair finally warped onto Lake Hylia’s beach, the sun was shining strong overhead, they were at least twenty minutes late, and they both looked a disheveled mess, even in their swimwear.
Sighing dramatically, Midna scanned the beach for sight of the other princess and the bookworm, absently tugging up the top of her bikini as it began to slip down her bosom. “I’m pretty sure I have a piece of hay stuck to my ass,” she muttered almost accusingly at Link, raising a brow in his direction before she took a step in front of him and wiggled her bikini-bottom-clad rear. “Can you do me a favor and just take a peek really quick, get rid of it if it’s there?” If Zelda came towards them from the direction she was facing, she wouldn’t be able to see him do it, and therefore not be able to be all judge-y—whereas if she came this way, she would definitely be able to see her groping her own ass, trying to get a straw of hay out of her bottoms, and then would totally get all judge-y and ask why she had hay stuck to her butt and ugh!
Or so Midna’s line of reasoning went, anyways. She frowned and wriggled her rear at him again, glancing at the hero over her shoulder. “Quick, before Zeldie shows up!”
