Romani couldn’t contain herself any longer. She was sprawled out on her bed, limbs going every which way as she stared wide-eyed at the ceiling in anticipation. Today was the day she had been waiting for. She was up all night thinking about it, never once even beginning to drift off. After all, when a person waits for something for so long, by the time it finally arrives, the mere concept of it being so close is enough to drive them mad.

It was her eighteenth birthday; and she was finally going to fulfill her dream.

Her older sister, Cremia, had denied her this experience for a long time, saying she was too young. But today was different, and the young redhead nearly leaped from her bed, sprinting down the stairs to find her sister already waiting at the bottom.

Throwing herself onto Cremia is the tightest embrace she could muster, Romani said, “Moooorning! You know what day it is?”

“Of course I do.” Cremia replied with a sincere smile. She was the taller of the two, standing roughly nine inches higher. Her body had filled out considerably more as well, and the dress she wore every day had grown too small long ago; it strained noticeably against the masses of her breasts, and hugged the incredibly ample curves of her hips.

Romani possessed a similar figure, though less developed. She envied her sister for a long time because of this, among the seemingly endless features she admired so much.

Prying Romani off her, Cremia stepped away and sat down at the dinner table. “Because this is such a special day, I have set aside some plans for tonight. But, you have to finish all your chores first.”

Romani groaned slightly. She expected that, but still wasn’t happy about it.

She had become obsessed with what was to come, to the point that it had seemed more like a dream than the potential future. And now that it was here, evening could not arrive soon enough.

She would always watch in astonishment as Cremia prepared for this event. It only came once every two years, but Romani was never allowed to see it through. Everyone told her she was too young, and taunted her with the idea of maybe being able to join them someday just as her big sister did.

Romani loved how she always looked as she left the ranch. Her face glowed like a star as their friend, Anju, led the cart down the dirt path into town. Years ago, their mother had taken that role; she didn’t light up quite as Cremia did, but her smile betrayed just how happy she really was.

After her untimely passing, it seemed like Romani would never get the chance to experience it; until Anju revealed her willingness to help them continue the tradition. The innkeeper would arrive around eight o’clock, and she would leave with Cremia in tow, perched magnificently in the back of the carriage, at no later than eight thirty. The young ranch girl would stand in the open doorway and watch them leave until not a single trace could be seen.

The night would pass by in its entirety, leaving Romani all alone until the next morning. Then, at seven o’clock, they would return; and Cremia would no longer be poised like a trophy in the wagon, but resting contentedly, worn out from a long night. Anju then carries her off to bed, bids a greeting to Romani, and returns to Clock Town.

Romani was twelve when she first saw Cremia heading off with her friend. She pleaded to come along, wanting to know everything she could about this special day; where they went, what they did, anything.

They offered her a deal. If she was to get herself ready, then one day, they would take her with them. Cremia promised that every day, she would train Romani to prepare her for when the day finally came. Eight years passed, and every second one held the same pattern; Anju arrives, Romani begs, Anju and Cremia leave, returning the next morning completely exhausted, but cheerful.

And then… the pattern broke. She was ready.

Cremia watched intently as her sister seemed to inhale her breakfast. She was so proud… this important tradition had to be upheld, just as her mother did, and her grandmother before that. She wasn’t entirely sure how it all began, nor did she care. All that mattered was that she passed on the legacy.

Romani was perfect. She was a small girl, with an impeccable balance between her exquisitely feminine physique, the stamina and technique of an athlete, and the heart of a warrior. She was pure, in mind and body, and entirely unspoiled.

The training had attributed somewhat to this. As promised, Cremia taught her a number of things she would need to know and be able to do. Every morning and night, she stretched her joints and limbs to the max, limbering them gradually until her flexibility was nearly unmatched even by her teacher. Other times, she would hold onto a horizontal bar, carefully lowering her weight until it rested only her toes. Even when standing barefoot, she could alight herself on them as if she wore invisible heels eight inches high, and hold that position for almost an hour unaided. It was truly a sight to behold.

Yes… she was perfect.

The day went by painfully slow. Romani constantly watched the sun drift across the sky, wishing that it would suddenly dash through the clouds and rest beyond the trees. But, no such luck – which is actually odd, considering some things that happen in Zelda games – and she could only wait.

Far in the distance, the Clock Tower sounded eight times.

Sprinting into the house, Romani squealed with excitement. She burst through the door and bounded up the stairs to their shared room, pleased to find Cremia already waiting on her bed next to the pile of supplies for final preparations. “Right on time. Shall we get started, then?”

Romani nodded enthusiastically, pausing very briefly to take a breath; it did nothing for her composure, but it somehow made the act of letting her dress slip off her shoulders to the floor easier. As ordered earlier that morning, she wore nothing underneath, and sat down next to her sister. They had gone over their plans the day before, so Romani knew exactly what to do. Holding out her arms, her eyes twinkled as Cremia slipped a pair of shoulder-length gloves over them. The strange material was almost pitch-black and smooth, but the insides were soft like fur.

Keeping her arms raised, a small, cylindrical garment was wrapped snugly around her waist; Cremia pulled a series of strings running up Romani’s spine as tight as they would go, clenching the corset around her already slender form.

Cremia slid herself off the bed, taking her sister’s dainty feet into her lap, and retrieved a pair of boots from the bed along with a lengthy pair of fishnet stockings. Romani couldn’t help smiling as the stockings slithered up her flawless legs and were held in place by two pairs of clips dangling from the corset. They were closely followed by the boots, each climbing up to her knees and fastened in place by a series of ties just like the ones on her back. Solid metal braces clung to her ankles, bridged together by a thin cord.

She was ordered to stand. Romani obeyed, almost immediately toppling into her sister’s arms. The boots were very awkward; they were platformed two inches high, and raised her heels another six or seven. The added height brought her to eye level with Cremia, she noticed, as she quickly regained balance.

Romani giggled, doing a small twirl, making her breasts bounce in the process. “How do I look?”

Cremia didn’t respond, only nodding affirmatively. She handed the girl a small, silver-coloured tie, telling to put her hair into a ponytail. “We don’t want it to get in the way.”

Knowing exactly what she meant, Romani did not hesitate.

“Now turn around, and cross your wrists...” And her sister did so. Cremia lifted her arms slightly, until they were parallel. “Tell me if I go too high.”

“’Kay.”

Cremia raised Romani’s wrists higher until they crossed again, but this time between her shoulder blades. The girl didn’t make a sound. She lifted them higher, and still no response. Romani’s shoulders were pulled far back, and her forearms were nearly parallel again.

“Keep going?”

“I’m okay.”

Her wrists settled against each other, nestled between her shoulders, and her thumbs touched the back of her neck. Cremia stared in awe at her flexibility, silently admiring her. Not even mom could pull off a full reverse-prayer.

Shaking off the brief trance, Cremia grabbed three short straps from the bed; one was strapped around Romani’s wrists, another across her palms, and the final one was weaved through the crease at her elbows, completing the binding of her forearms. Romani took a moment to struggle, feeling delighted when she found herself only able to wiggle her fingers.

Next came the collar. Cremia unlatched the sturdy accessory, holding its gaping jaw around her sister’s neck; it locked in place with a subtle click, the rings on the front and back hanging loose. The back ring found a tiny clasp on the strap binding Romani’s hands, immobilizing them even further.

Cremia’s eyes fell to an apparatus on the bed, suddenly remembering how her first time with it felt. The device slightly resembled a brassiere; though instead of cups to hold the breasts, it had two circular adjustable straps. Her bust was bigger than Romani’s is when she first wore it, so she wasn’t entirely sure how tight it should go. I guess we’ll have to experiment.

Holding the contraption up to show Romani, Cremia looked her dead in the eyes. “This is the toughest part. You sure you want to go through with it?”

Romani made no hesitation with her answer, nodding enthusiastically. Her big sister smiled again, sliding the harness under her arms and clipping it together across her chest; it looped snugly against her skin, and the bottom halves of the circle straps caressed the bottoms of her breasts. Two supports were also attached to the front ring of her collar.

“Brace yourself… this gets tight.”

Cremia carefully pulled the top straps around, encircling the bases of Romani’s breasts, fastening them together. Holding her breath, she grasped the bands and pulled, wincing slightly as Romani expelled a short yelp. She tightened them more until the rings were about nine inches around; the girl’s breasts bulged from the strain, and her expression changed. She no longer smiled, but let her mouth hang agape, heavy breaths escaping it.

“Is it too much? I’ll take it off if you-“

“No… it’s fine.” Romani swallowed, nodding.

“There’s only a little bit more, so hang in there, okay?”

“Okay.”

Only a few items remained on the bed, two of which were Cremia’s next priority; a pair of small clamps, with three strands hanging from them. Romani’s face turned redder as she saw them, but did not object as their open pincers moved closer to her body. She suppressed a squeal as hey both cinched onto her tender and erect nipples.

One string spanned the two clamps, serving no real purpose other than decoration; the other two were leads, to be used as a leash for the sexy captive. As a test, Cremia gave a gentle tug, and Romani released a short moan. In spite of the discomfort she felt, she found herself enjoying the torment and helplessness, yearning for just one more tug.

Something pressed over her eyes. Startled, she instinctively tried to shake off whatever was blocking her vision; it took a moment to realize it was a blindfold. It bothered her slightly not being able to see, but she didn’t mind. She knew what was to come away… and it excited her the most.

Her sister picked up the final piece; a wide panel that was to be strapped over her mouth and chin. But that wasn’t what intrigued her… what caught her interest was the protrusion on the inside, four and a half inches long, two and a half wide. Expecting it, Romani parted her lips into a ring, ready to let it slip into her.

But it didn’t come.

“Cremia? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, it’s just… you’re finally grown up, is all… it’s kind of weird, seeing you hold up the family tradition.” She replied with a slight chuckle. “Alright, open up.”

Romani released a long moan as the phallus divided her lips and nearly reached her throat, and as the final straps were made secure, Cremia stepped back to take in the sight. Her little sister paced forward, nearly bumping into a dresser as she hobbled back and forth, unable to take more than baby steps. The sounds her feet made were loud and metallic; at the bottom of each sole was a specially-crafted horseshoe.

After watching intently for a few minutes, Cremia placed a hand on Romani’s shoulder. “Okay… time to go.”

~~~

Romani held her chin high as they head down the road into town. It felt just like she always imagined; carelessly riding toward her fate, a little afraid but amazingly thrilled at the same time, she felt the excitement rapidly turning to ecstasy as she imagined what would become of her when they arrived. Maybe she would be put on display like she heard about, and praised all night for her gorgeous body and limberness.

The trip seemed to take a fraction of the time it normally did, as she was lost in thought for for the entire ride. She jumped as Cremia took her by the waist, cautiously leading her out the back of the wagon and over toward a door that she couldn't see; Romani had no idea where they were, nor did she care. All that mattered was that she was there.

She heard the door open, and the sound of jovial chatter burst from inside. “Wait here, Romani.”

“Whhr whhd uhh ghh?” Where would I go?

Footsteps overlapped the sound of the crowd, but only for a few seconds; a hush quickly spread over them until a male voice called cheerily. “’Ey, Cremia’s here!” His announcement was met with a rousing cheer and scattered statements from all kinds of voices, including women.

“’Bout time you showed up!”

“Hey, where’s your girl?”

“Come on, don’t make us wait!”

“Yeah, bring her on in!”

Cremia giggled, taking hold of the leads. “Come.”

Romani felt like her heart would beat out of her chest. Her excitement seemed to double as the voices grew louder, and the ground beneath her transitioned from stone to carpeted floor. After a warning from her sister and with some assistance, she very carefully strode down a set of stairs onto what felt like tiles. As she did, the crowd got louder… she didn’t think so many people would see her like this. She blushed heavily, inadvertently crossing her knees to try and hide her nether regions.

The two girls were bombarded with dialogue again.

“Man, she filled out something nice, eh?”

“Probably the only girl I’ve seen that can pull off a reverse-prayer!”

“And look at those tits! That’s the tightest harness I’ve ever seen.”

“Heh, she’s practically dripping…!”

A much quieter voice next to her ear arose. “Okay, you have fun. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

“Whh, tmhrrw?!” I have to stay here by myself?! But… what if they…

Cremia had already left, and the laughing patrons moved closer…