Ganondorf flailed about hopelessly, splattered with Zelda's excrement. He wailed in fear and anguish.
Zelda smiled devilishly. "Ha. Not so confident now, are we? Will we just finish this off...?"
Ganondorf's wailing now became howling: "NO, PRINCESS ZELDA! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE..."
"Ooohh," Zelda feigned pity. "It's too bad, Ganondorf. I would have let you go if you hadn't made fun of my belches, which I'm quite proud of, as a matter of fact..."
Ganondorf tried to apologise profusely as he tried to clamber to his feet. But Zelda would have none of it.
"Oh? You're sorry?" she mocked. "You like my burps now? Why don't you have a taste of one?"
With power only a giantess could muster up, she smashed down the walls and reached into the castle's larder, grabbing a giant handful of onions. As she crammed them into her mouth and began crunching away, Ganondorf began to whimper hopelessly."Princess, I---"
"Shut up," Zelda ordered, between munches. Her rancid onion breath wafted over and choked Ganondorf. He was still coughing and spluttering when Zelda took hold oh him with her enormous giantess hand and raised him to her mouth. He was tiny compared to her. Smiling devilishly, she opened her mouth and sighed contentedly after her filling onion feast, and the stench of onion blew Ganondorf's fragile mind apart.
"No..." he whimpered, no, no, no, no..."
But he was too late. A deep rumbling had began in Zelda's gut. She knew it was coming; he knew it was coming. He braced himself, but nothing could prepare him for what was about to happen.
Zelda unleashed the juiciest, raunchiest, chunky onion belch ever heard, directly into Ganondorf's face. The sound reverbertaed throughout the hall, and echoed throughout Hyrule. Zelda giggled... "Oops! must have been something I ate."
And with that, she proceeded to chomp Ganondorf up, piece by piece, chunk by chunk. And when she was done, she sat down, contented, and sighed. She tilted to the side only to let rip a monstrous fart, which she proceeded to sniff. Pleased by the smell of her own gas, she smiled, and decided what to do next...
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