A Shift in Perspective

Part 3: Day 3.
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The morning horn blew, waking Link from sleep. He still tasted the river in the back of his throat, but he tried to ignore it the best that one could ignore a near-death experience.

What had happened after he got back to camp was all he could think about. Keki had sat with him while the great fire cooked the fish and other forage, and even tried to feed him as if he was sick. It was unwanted, but it was better than her grabbing his butt again. Yet... he couldn't deny it was very sweet of her.

Yet, the thing on everyone's lips that night was the upcoming mating day. After three more days the Bokoblin camp would descend into a full day of wild, frenzied breeding. It was very likely that if he remained in this village he'd be drawn into this beastly celebration and Keki would be there waiting to pounce on him.

Was she doing all this for him just to have a partner in this... monster orgy?

Hopefully his accident and the miraculous completion of his assigned task was enough to impress Nezdreg enough to let him make a deal for his Sheikah Slate.

And a deal he did make, one that filled Link with hope.

The old Bokoblin wanted a horse.

Link had ridden many of the wild horses that roamed across Hyrule's grasslands, and this green patch of land would certainly have many horses that he could bring back the tribe.

What would the Bokoblins do to the animal? Well, Link presumed they'd eat it. It would be a terrible waste of a good steed but maybe he could find an older, weaker horse that a monster or predator would catch anyway.

Breakfast had been an apple with a soft spot from where it had been laying on the ground for a day or two, but Link had eaten worse. Honestly he had expected the Bokoblin foragers to bring back rotten food but they ate surprisingly well for monsters.

He had successfully avoided Keki and her hands by high-tailing it out of the valley and into the surrounding grasslands as soon as he could. Without the Slate to use as binoculars, finding a herd was going to take a while.

Morning passed into midday and Link was growing desperate as he traveled with the river, hoping to see some horses drinking or grazing nearby. His efforts eventually payed off, and he found three healthy looking palominos grazing in the tall grass.

It was if the Goddesses were setting this up for him. His Sheikah Slate would be in his hands before the day was over.

Slowly, very very slowly Link snuck through the tall grass. His diminished height allowing him to easily crouch walk unseen until he was upwind of the horses. He flexed his fingers, ready to jump onto the back of the nearest horse and hold on for a wild ride until he could sooth it into compliance.

He could almost touch the horse's tail when he finally got into position... and then he leapt.

He had barely managed to scramble atop the animal before it began to buck and whinny for all its might. Link clutched at the horse's thick, muscled neck with all his strength as he tried to remain on the palomino's back.

Trying to break a horse as a Hylian was fairly simple, hold on until it got over the shock of having a rider and reassure it that he meant no harm. But as a Bokoblin? All six of Link's muscly fingers were gripping the horse tight as it easily bucked his smaller body around like how a child would bounce a ball. Each buck sent him high, and he struggled just to keep his grip. 

He tried speaking calmly to it, even patted the horse when it paused between its violent tantrums but each attempt just sent it into another panic. It whinnied, it kicked, it jumped, until finally Link landed off target. His weight slipped off the palomino's back as gravity took him the rest of the way to the ground.

Link threw his arms over his head to protect his skull from the crazed horse's hooves, and quickly sprang to his feet... in time to see he was standing right behind it.

It was at that moment that Link learned just how far a horse could punt a Bokoblin.

From where he landed, he'd say about fifteen yards.

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When he finally limped back to the Bokoblin camp Link had a decently sized black eye for his trouble. 

The Bokoblins who saw him approach looked on him with concern, but Link didn't meet their gaze. He simply pushed onward toward the scaffolding tower, where Nezdreg stared at him with shock and a twinge of anger.

"Young boar, did you seriously go hunting for horses this morning?" Nezdreg asked incredulously.

Link gave a weak nod.

The older Bokoblin growled and shook his head, "I know the time of mating draws near and even smart young boars can become reckless in these hours, but what you did was dangerous in the extreme."

Link lowered his head. As much as he disliked the old pig reminding him of the ticking clock Link was under, Nezdreg was right. It was reckless. He knew how to tame and care for horses... as a Hylian. Nearly drowning in the river should have been enough of a warning that he couldn't expect to do things the same way as a Bokoblin. 

And why would a horse want to be touched by a monster?

The elder Bokoblin's face softened as he reached out and touched Link's shoulder with a wrinkled hand, "But... tell me Lunk, are you hurt?"

Link quickly shied away from the Bokoblin's hand and straightened up, puffing out his chest, "N-no, I'm just fine!"

Nezdreg studied the younger Bokoblin for a moment before smiling and shaking his head, "To be young and proud again..." 

Link frowned as he watched the Sheikah Slate swing from Nezdreg's neck.

"I can try again." Link said.

"No. Not today you won't." Nezdreg said firmly as he fetched the spear and sack that Link had been using to fish with, "But if you aren't hurt, you can work. The tribe needs talented fishers like you."

Link accepted the fishing spear and sack, and resigned himself to another wasted day. Down to the river he walked, choosing a more stable spot to fish from this time.

There were no female Bokoblins doing nude laundry today, much to Link's relief, and he soon settled into his task.

Time seemed to slip away as Link's mind wandered. How he was going to get a horse when he could barely even hold on was pondered until he felt like he was going in circles. He'd even considered clubbing a horse unconscious and dragging it back to Nezdreg. The old pig didn't say if it had to be unharmed or not.

Slowly, he turned his thoughts toward what Nezdreg had said before sentencing him to more time fishing. He knew that Link had fallen into the river, but thought that he had caught all the fish yesterday? Keki hadn't tried to claim that she did all that work?

The sounds of footsteps behind him snapped him from his thoughts, and there was Keki, holding a crudely woven basket full of wild fruit, berries and other forage. Her hands were dirty from digging up tubers and other wild things, but she seemed happy as she walked closer. 

Link reflexively clenched his butt, anticipating another smack on his rear.

Keki's smile dropped when she saw the black eye he had. She hurried to his side, concern in her eyes.

"By Gan'n! How'd you get that?" Keki asked.

"I was... trying to ride a horse." Link said as he looked down into her gold-yellow eyes.

Keki's ears pinned back as she gave Link a very confused look, "Why in Hyrule would you do something so dangerous?"

"Nezdreg wanted a horse for the slate." Link said, turning his attention back to the river, "... Didn't get one."

Keki stared up at him, "... Is that thing you want really worth getting hurt?"

Link pressed his lips tight as he shot a frustrated scowl across the surface of the water. Was changing back into a Hylian important? Of course it was! He hated being stuck as a short little pig-monster! He couldn't swim, he couldn't ride a horse, he couldn't go into town...

"Tell me next time... I'll help you." Said Keki.

Link turned to look at the female again, completely taken by surprise at her words.

"You'd really do that?" Link asked.

"Of course, helping each other is how tribes survive." Keki then smirked, "And you seem to have a bad habit of hurting yourself. You need me."

Link snorted, he needed her? ... Well, she did save his life yesterday so maybe he could take a jab or two from her.

The two stood at the side of the river in silence; watching the cold, mountain-borne water flow past them.

"Have... you really not been with a tribe, ever?" Keki asked quietly, breaking the lull in their conversation.

Link shook his head, as if he'd ever want to be a part of a Bokoblin tribe.

Keki's ears dipped lower as she looked up at Link, "Does that mean you've endured all the mating times... alone?"

"I um... I guess?" Link said, unsure of what exactly that meant. 

Keki's mouth dropped open as she quickly set her basket down and wrapped her large Bokoblin arms around him, burying her snout into his chest. Link had raised his arms, wishing to keep them free of her hug but also because he was still holding the fishing spear in one hand.

The embrace was... not as disgusting as Link expected. Her hide didn't feel slimy or grimy, in fact it felt strangely soft against his own hide. Maybe it was due to their skin being the same degree of leatheriness? He wasn't sure. Actually, for a creature that normally had her skin exposed to the sun all day her skin felt extraordinarily smooth.

And there was her nose. Her big, piggy nose. The soft, snotty snout was touching his chest. He shuddered at the sensation of it wiggling against his skin as she sniffed him.

"I promise you won't feel swollen this mating time." She murmured with a touch of mischievous glee.

Link had been feeling a little hungry, but that Keki's vow just solved that problem. He imagined that discussing Bokoblin mating habits could solve any over-eating habit. Although, he wasn't exactly sure what she meant by 'swollen' he had a very good idea.

And that's when those hands found his butt again.

The spear fell onto the grass as Link felt those fingers pressing into his rear. He felt his heart racing as she rubbed her body against his own while the flat of her nose continued to leave little snout kisses across his chest. And of course there were hers breasts. He could feel those... admittedly soft mounds pressing against his body.

Link closed his eyes tightly, trying to not think of a Bokoblin female feeling him up while at the same time trying not to imagine ANY female doing this to him. His body, of course was reacting appropriately to this amount of attention, and he could feel his loins swelling in response.

With just a loincloth, Link was incapable of hiding his growing tent from Keki as she ground her soft belly into it. Yet, Link refrained from bringing his hands down to touch her. Female or not, interested or not, she was still a Bokoblin and he wasn't.

"Lunk, what's wrong?" She asked, pulling her face away from his chest, "Do you not like females?"

Link hastily shook his head, "N-no I love women its just... well... you see..."

Keki blinked, waiting for Link to continue after he trailed off.

That's when her eyes widened in realization, "Ooooh, I see. I'm so sorry I didn't even think about your feelings. I'm going too fast, aren't I?"

Link facepalmed. She thought he was inexperienced. Well, she wasn't completely wrong. He wasn't a virgin but it wasn't like he had a girl in every town either.

To Link's eternal gratitude, Keki took her hands off his butt and took a step back, a degree of shame and embarrassment on her face.

"Let me make it up to you... that eye's looking like its starting to swell." She said, bending down to stick one of her hands into the cold river and began to root around in the muddy soil. She cocked her jaw as she searched for something, and Link watched her as she pulled out a small round stone, the strong current having swept all the mud from the stone and her hand.

"Here," Keki said as she handed him the stone, "Put this against your eye and it should help. If it gets too warm, try another stone."

It was very simplistic, but Link knew she was right about cold and swelling. He pressed the rock against his face and hissed at the freezing sensation, reminded of how cold the water had been when he fell in yesterday.

"I know you're a wild one, Lunk, but there's something else about you that's just really, really different." Keki said offhandedly.

Link snapped his head in her direction, was she starting to suspect that he wasn't a Bokoblin?

"Its just... any other boar would have taken me." Keki said with a blush, "I thought you were going to but you're resisting the mating time. I guess that's something you're used to."

Link's mouth fell open, she was connecting the dots in all the wrong ways.

"But that's why I think you're so neat." She said, a brilliant smile on her face, "You managed to live all that time in the wild? Without a tribe, without a sow, and you're as healthy as the best boars in our tribe? I know I'd never be able to make it like you did. You're really amazing, Lunk."

Link rubbed the back of his head, while not much of what she said was correct at all, the compliment was genuine. He lowered the rock from his face, feeling it polite to look at her with both eyes.

He found himself smiling back at Keki, "Thanks, I'm... not really anything special. I'm sure you could do it too if you put your mind to it."

"I'd much rather be part of a Tribe," Keki again closed the distance between them, "I know you're used to handling the mating time without any other Boko, but I'll help you learn its much more fun our way..."

Rising up on the heels of her feet, Link watched her blue snout coming closer to his face. It came closer, and closer, he could see it wiggling ever so slightly. Link tried to pull his head back, but his neck could only go so far. Keki gripped his shoulders and pulled herself up, her snout coming into contact with his.

Link grimaced at feeling the warmth and moistness of the pig-woman's nose pressing against his own. The utterly alien sensation had him ready to gag but one of Keki's hands kept him from turning away. Her eyes were pleading with him, and the more he looked into those golden globes the more he saw.

"Trust me," She breathed, "I'll make your first kiss gentle..."

Link was dumbfounded. Kiss? This was a kiss?

A wiggle of her snout against his sent a wild shiver down his spine. His eyes widened, unfocusing as pleasure totally alien to him brought a gasp from his lungs. He dropped the river stone, having completely forgotten it existed.

Keki giggled, "See? Kissing is great..."

A dopey grin formed on Link's lips as Keki wiggled her nose again. Link knew from experience that Bokoblins could smell remarkably well, but he never would have guessed that Bokoblin snouts were so intensely sensitive to touch.

He couldn't see past their snouts, but Link could see the brilliant joy in Keki's eyes. She was enjoying this as much as he was.

A tilt of Keki's head was all it took to bring her lips to his. Bokoblins had thin lips compared to Hylians but the thrill of snout-to-snout contact made up for any disadvantage Link could think of. But now Link wasn't a resistant partner, he was an active participant. His heart was pounding in his ears as he kissed her back, his own nose wiggling and scrunching to press into Keki's own wondrous snout, their lips dancing together as Link felt all his worry and anxiety fall away for the first time in days.

That's when Link noticed something else about this snout-kiss. They were breathing together. Somehow, they had gotten into a rhythm of breathing while having nose and mouth locked tightly together. She would take in air through her mouth and give it to him through her nose, which he would expel and return in kind.

It was intimacy on a level that he'd never experienced before in his life... and it was intoxicating.

Keki's hands lowered to his waist, gripping his rear and snapping Link back to reality. She pulled back, their noses parting with a short but sweet 'pop.'

Link was out of breath, his head was reeling from just how good that 'kiss' had been.

A look at the female showed she was similarly out of breath, her naked chest rising and falling as grinned up at him. His cheeks were burning, and he could feel his loincloth draped tightly over his stiffened penis. Yet despite what had just happened, he couldn't stop smiling.

"I knew you liked sows." She said confidently, "And that wasn't bad for a first timer."

Keki stooped down and picked up her basket, but when she got up she slowly ran a finger along the length of Link's cock, grinning evilly as he tried to stifle a moan of need.

"If you need help with that, come see me later. I don't want my boar getting painfully swollen before the big day." Keki winked, "I gotta go bring these to Nezdreg. See you around, Lunk...~"

Link's eyes followed the female as she left, his eyes drawn to her large blue rear as she slowly walked off. She knew he was watching, she had to. No woman ever put that much emphasis in her butt when she walked if she didn't want the attention.

That's when Link realized he was staring. Staring at a Bokoblin's ass.

"What is wrong with me?" He asked himself.

He'd kissed her, a Bokoblin. Not just kissed her but loved it. Every second of it.

His breathing was still ragged and his heart was still beating loudly in his chest.

Worse, if Keki hadn't broken it off and left when she did he might have done much much worse than kiss her.

He... he needed to get out of here soon.

Link was so distressed he didn't realize Keki had left a muddy hand print on his ass.

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End day 3