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This definitely happened multiple times before Twilight Princess was over.

Check out the first and second Hyrule Warriors games if you haven't, both very well done! Midna is well done in the first one and the second has more anthro characters from Breath of the Wild.

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For this video gen I used the WAN2.2 WAN 2.2 I2V 14B Lightspeed (S) High/Low models from https://civitai.com/models/1981116?modelVersionId=2388548 . I used the ComfyUI workflow from the same creator at https://civitai.com/models/1823089

AI Story - Good Boy

The twilight haze clung to everything like a lover’s breath, thick and violet, turning the ruined palace corridors into a dream of bruised silk. Midna floated lazily above the cracked marble floor, her impish body barely larger than a child’s doll, legs crossed in midair as she twirled a strand of her glowing orange hair between clawed fingers. The Fused Shadow fragment on her head gleamed like a crown of obsidian and malice. She looked down at the massive wolf sprawled on the cold stone—Wolf Link, blue eyes burning with that same stubborn fire that had dragged them both through temples and twilight and betrayal.

“You’re staring again, mutt,” she drawled, voice dripping honeyed venom. “What’s the matter? Did the big bad hero’s brain finally melt into drool? Or are you just remembering how pathetic you looked when I first yanked you out of that cage? All growls and no bite.”

Wolf Link’s ears flicked. A low rumble rolled from his chest, not quite a growl, more a promise. His body was enormous in this form—shoulders broader than a warhorse’s, fur the color of midnight shot through with silver, and between his hind legs hung the obscene proof of the Triforce’s twisted blessing: a sheath swollen to bursting, already parting to reveal the thick, ridged scarlet length beneath. The knot at the base was colossal, a fist-sized bulb of veined flesh that throbbed visibly with every heartbeat, flanked by balls so heavy and full they dragged slightly against the stone when he shifted. Each one was the size of a ripe melon, taut and steaming with virile heat, the musky scent of them rolling off him in waves—salt, iron, primal need.

Midna’s red eye narrowed, lips curling into a smirk that showed too many sharp teeth. “Ohhh, look at that. Someone’s feeling cocky tonight. Or should I say… knotty?” She drifted closer, hovering just out of reach, letting her long hair coil like a living whip. “You think that ridiculous thing is going to impress me? Please. I’ve seen bigger shadows in my mirror. You’re still just a dog with delusions of grandeur.”

He lunged.

Not with violence—never with true violence toward her—but with the single-minded hunger of a beast finally off the leash. Massive paws slammed down on either side of her floating form, caging her without touching. Hot breath gusted over her face, reeking of blood and wet earth and the faint metallic tang of magic. Midna yelped, more startled than afraid, and her hair-arm snapped out to shove at his muzzle.

“Down, boy! I didn’t say you could—”

He snapped his jaws around the glowing tendril, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to pin it. The taste of her magic flooded his tongue—ozone and burnt sugar and something darker, sweeter, like corrupted twilight itself. Midna hissed, but her thighs clenched together involuntarily, the tiny scrap of black cloth between them already damp.

“You filthy animal,” she spat, though her voice cracked on the last word. “You think you can just… just mount me like some common bitch in heat? I’m a princess, you overgrown flea-bag. I’m the Twilight Princess. You’re supposed to be my steed, not my—”

He released her hair and shoved forward.

The broad wedge of his muzzle pressed between her thighs, forcing them apart. Midna squeaked—actually squeaked—and her clawed hands scrabbled at his ears. His nose nudged the soaked fabric aside with brutal gentleness, inhaling deeply. The scent hit him like a warhammer: sharp, feminine musk, twilight-tinged and intoxicating, the perfume of her arousal so potent it made his cock jump free of its sheath entirely. Thick, glistening, ridged along the top like armored scales, tapering to a pointed tip already weeping clear fluid.

Midna’s bravado shattered into a breathless laugh. “Oh gods, you’re disgusting. Sniffing me like a stray. What’s next, humping my leg? You’re pathetic, you know that? Absolutely—”

His tongue dragged up the length of her slit in one long, deliberate stroke.

She arched so hard her back cracked against the invisible wall of magic she’d summoned to hover. “F-fuck!” The word tore out of her, raw and surprised. His tongue was huge, rough, scorching hot, textured like wet velvet dragged over gravel. It curled around her clit—small and swollen and hypersensitive—then plunged inside, stretching her open with shameless greed. He lapped at her like she was the last water in the desert, growling deep in his throat, the vibrations traveling straight through her core.

Midna’s hair whipped wildly, slapping against his shoulders. “You—ah!—you think this makes you the boss? You’re still my pet, mutt. My little wolf toy. I could turn you back into a Hylian right now and leave you with blue balls for a century—”

He pulled back just enough to let her feel the cold air on her dripping cunt, then slammed his muzzle forward again, sucking her clit between his lips and worrying it with careful teeth.

Her whole body jerked. “Shit—shit—okay, fine! You win that round, you mangy bastard!” Her voice was shrill, furious, delighted. “But don’t think I’m going to just roll over and spread for you. You want this princess pussy? You’re going to have to earn it.”

Wolf Link growled approval.

He reared up, massive forepaws planting on either side of her hips. His cock slapped wetly against her belly—hot, heavy, leaving a slick trail of pre across her pale blue skin. The knot pulsed against her navel, already swelling further, impossible to ignore. Midna stared down at it, eyes wide, lips parted.

“…That’s obscene,” she whispered. Then, louder, with a bratty toss of her head: “You really think that monster’s fitting in me? I’m tiny, idiot. You’ll split me in half. And then what? You’ll have to explain to the Light Spirits why their precious hero fucked his guide to death?”

He didn’t answer with words. He answered with action.

One massive paw curled around her waist—gentle despite the size—and flipped her onto her stomach in midair. Midna yelped again, flailing. “Hey! I didn’t say you could manhandle me like—”

His chest pressed to her back, pinning her. The coarse fur dragged over her sensitive skin, nipples scraping against the texture. His cock slid between her thighs, the ridged underside grinding along her soaked folds, coating him in her slick. The pointed tip prodded her entrance, dipping in just enough to stretch the tight ring of muscle.

Midna’s bravado cracked. “Wait—wait, slow down, you oversized—”

He thrust.

Not all at once—he wasn’t cruel—but deep enough that the first thick inch popped past her resistance. Midna’s mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her inner walls fluttered desperately around the invasion, trying to accommodate the impossible girth. He was so hot inside her, scalding, pulsing with every heartbeat. The ridges dragged against every sensitive spot on the way in, scraping pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.

“F-fuck—fuck—too big—!” she gasped, claws digging into his forelegs. “You’re—ngh—tearing me apart, you stupid mutt! Slow—slow down!”

He didn’t. He rocked forward another inch, then another, growling low and constant, the sound vibrating through her bones. Her body betrayed her—slick gushed around him, easing the way, coating his shaft until it glistened. The knot pressed insistently against her entrance, already too swollen to fit yet, but demanding.

Midna laughed through gritted teeth, half-hysterical. “Look at you. Humping away like a feral dog. Can’t even talk. Just grunt and drool and shove that fat cock in me. Pathetic. You’re so—ah!—so desperate for this bratty little cunt, aren’t you? Bet you’ve been dreaming about knotting me since the first time I rode your back.”

He snarled and snapped his hips forward.

The knot slammed against her stretched lips, stretching them obscenely wide. Midna wailed, high and broken. “No—no—no, it won’t fit, it won’t—!”

But her hips rocked back anyway.

One more brutal thrust and the knot popped inside with a wet, obscene squelch.

Midna’s eyes rolled back. Her whole body seized, inner walls clamping down like a vice around the swollen bulb. The stretch was blinding—pain and pleasure so intertwined she couldn’t tell them apart. The knot locked them together, sealing every drop of his pre inside her, stretching her belly visibly outward. She could feel it throbbing, growing even larger now that it was trapped.

“You—fucking—knot-headed—beast—!” she panted, voice wrecked. “You locked us. You actually—ngh—locked us together. I can’t—can’t move. I’m stuck on your cock like some bitch in heat. Happy now? You’ve ruined me, you smug bastard.”

Wolf Link answered by grinding in slow, deep circles.

The knot tugged at her entrance with every rotation, dragging against her g-spot, pressing against her cervix. His balls—enormous, heavy, churning—slapped wetly against her clit with each roll. The scent of their combined fluids filled the air: her sweet musk, his thick, animalistic rut-smell, the sharp tang of ozone from her magic sparking uselessly against his fur.

Midna’s hair coiled around his neck, pulling him closer. “Harder,” she hissed. “If you’re going to knot me like an animal, at least fuck me like one. Come on, mutt. Breed your princess. Fill me until I’m dripping for days.”

He obeyed.

His hips snapped forward in short, brutal thrusts—unable to pull out, only able to grind deeper, churning her insides around the knot. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through her. Her clit throbbed against the base of his shaft. Slick and pre leaked around the seal of the knot, dripping down her thighs in thick ropes.

Midna babbled now, all pretense gone. “Yes—yes—fuck—right there—gods, your knot’s so big—stretching me—gonna cum—gonna cum on your fat wolf cock—!”

He swelled inside her—impossibly bigger—and then he came.

The first jet was so powerful it punched against her cervix, flooding her womb instantly. Hot, thick, endless. Rope after rope after rope, his balls contracting visibly, pumping her full. Her belly distended further, rounding out, sloshing with every pulse. The pressure built until it hurt so good she screamed, orgasm ripping through her like lightning. Her walls milked him frantically, trying to draw out every drop, inner muscles fluttering around the knot.

Wolf Link howled—long, triumphant, shaking the stones.

They stayed locked together for long minutes, panting. Midna’s hair draped over his muzzle like a blanket. She reached back, claws gentle now, stroking his ear.

“…You’re still a mutt,” she mumbled, voice hoarse. “A big, stupid, knot-headed mutt. But… maybe I’ll keep you around. Just don’t get used to it.”

He rumbled softly, licking her cheek.

Midna smirked, exhausted, sated, still bratty to the core.

“Good boy.”

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