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September 2025 Drabble #2
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Ganondorf/anon Hylians – A young Ganondorf still gets disciplined every now and then by his trainers. During one such disciplinary action, a bunch of male Hylians manage to sneak their way into the Gerudo palace grounds.
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Ganondorf is a young man. He is about to ascend the throne and take what is his birthright; but the women surrounding him are not necessarily impressed by that. They are not lenient, at least. He still gets disciplined when he needs to be, and his cocky attitude during training must have rubbed his instructor the wrong way because come evening he finds himself in a rather familiar position: just inside the training area of the Gerudo palace, bend forward as he is slotted into a pillory.
He’s frowning, shifting a little from left to right. It would be a long night, that is certain; long and cold, what with the sun having vanished over the horizon some minutes ago. He’s getting far too big for the contraption, his back bent uncomfortably at his hips.
It’s what they like to do, though, because few other punishments really stick with him as they know. He grits his teeth, wide hips shifting left to right, insides curling in on themselves with the brewing anger inside him.
He is the future chief, how dare they-
“Shit. Is that… is that really it? Wow.”
A cold stab of trepidation lances through his stomach as he hears the grating slide of metal and the hushed voices of what he assumes to be men that have somehow made their way into Gerudo town.
Outsiders. Outsiders who are crawling carefully into the courtyard. Outsiders who are seeing him in his shame as he realizes when they gasp and there is sudden and complete quiet.
“Shit,” one whispers again. “Is that…” Brief quiet, then a confused: “Wait what is that? That’s not one of the ladies.”
They shuffle closer. Ganondorf’s heart jumps up into his throat. He growls in warning but it comes out oddly juvenile with a little break in his otherwise dark tones.
“That’s a guy!”
Ganondorf feels like his hackles are rising. He inhales deeply, about to call for the guards, then quickly thinks better of it. He does not want any help. He is the future chief. He can not be seen in such a humiliating fashion.
“Oh fuck you know what? I heard like rumors that a few years ago the new Gerudo chief was born… like you know? The uhm. The male?”
Little oohs and aahs follow. Ganondorf bares his teeth at nothing. He can’t twist around to look at them. He doesn’t even know how many there are.
“What is he doing there?”
“Who knows?”
“Maybe it’s a punishment or something?”
A touch at his hip stills Ganondorf’s canine growls, mouth going dry as the man behind him says: “Who cares? He looks gorgeous.”
