For today, though, here's a story for the M/F, Zelda crowd: a story about Link wolfing down Maple from the Oracle games. It's here if you prefer the gallery view.
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Link had faced many dangers in Holodrum. Dragons, massive spiders, rain of fire, the chaos of the ever-changing seasons... not to mention an insane dance competition. But as he walked through the woods north of Horon village, he did not expect to encounter anything life-threatening. Let alone have it drop out of the sky.
The young witch came spinning down through the trees, her broom swerving drunkenly in the air. Link ran right to get out of her way. She swerved left. He jumped to the left with a shout. She swerved right, screaming, “Mooooove!”
They collided. Link fell, his pack opening and spilling rupees, seeds, and a potion. The bottle of red liquid rolled over the grass away from him, stopping against the broom of the downed witch as she sat up, rubbing her head.
She was tall, dressed in a simple purple gown that covered her slender body. Red circles of make up dotted her cheeks, and green shadow covered her eye lids. Her green hair stuck out in spikes from under her huge purple hat. When she looked at Link, fury crossed her cute face.
“Ow! You idiot. You just bumped into Maple, the apprentice of the Great Witch Syrup. Can't you watch where you're going? Now look at this mess. All my stuff fell out of my bag.” She gestured at the rupees which had spilled from her bag, along with a few rings and seeds and, unnervingly, bombs. Link tried not to think about why this girl needed bombs.
Seeing the potion at her feet, a mean smile crossed her face. Link made a desperate sound for her to stop, but she snatched it up. The red potion had cost him all the money he had when he bought it from the witch in the Sunken City. In fact, he hadn't been able to pay the full amount. He'd been a few rupees shy, and only convinced the witch to brew him a special, discount potion after an hour of whimpering and tearful eyes and pantomiming the dangers he would face.
Syrup had given in, saying, “Oh fine. You don't get the good stuff, though. That revives a lot of you. I'll make a batch that will just revive a little of you.” Then she cackled as Link danced with glee.
Now, he watched Maple uncork the precious bottle. She took a long sniff.
“Mmm, definitely Syrup's handiwork. Let me guess. This ran you about 300 rupees? Well, you should have watched where you are going. Now you get the honor of watching me drink this whole potion, right in front of you. Maybe that will teach you to be more careful next time.”
From the ground, Link reached pitifully for his potion as she slowly raised it to her lips. Maple laughed, enjoying the sight of the hero squirming, pleading with his eyes for her to spare his life-saving elixir. She dragged it out, running the rim of the bottle against her lips, tilting it just enough that the red potion brimmed, ready to fall.
“Here it goes,” she said, gleefully. “Down my throat. Into my belly. You're never going to see it again. Say 'good bye.' Aaaahh.”
She leaned her head back and lifted the bottle, pouring the potion slowly into her open mouth so Link could watch every drop wash over her lip and tongue. He saw her throat convulse and work the liquid down. He whimpered. 256 rupees, gone! Her flat stomach didn't even look big enough to hold 256 rupees, but she might as well have crunched his wallet up and ate it.
Maple drained the bottle of the last drop of red potion. She wiped her lips and tossed the glass away with a sharp, cruel laugh. “Now it's gone. All gone forever. That's what happens to stupid, clumsy boys who get in my wa-”
She stopped. Maple put a hand to her stomach, shaking her head with a groan.
“Ooh.” She stumbled, holding out an arm to steady herself. “I don't... uuggg... I don't feel so good.”
Maple let out a loud “HIC!” As she did there was an explosion of heatless smoke. Link covered his face, turning away from the blast. When it passed, he looked back to see what happened. The witch's apprentice was gone. Link looked up to the sky, but her broom was still here . She couldn't have flown off,
As he gazed upwards, stepping towards her broom, he heard a voice, small and distant, “Watch where you're walking!”
Link looked down. He jumped back at the sight. Maple stood where she had been before, only she was now the size of a rupee. Maybe smaller. Even her clothes had shrunk. Link thought back to what the witch had said. “Revive a little of you.” Link got the joke now, and as relief at having dodged this nasty trick came over him, he smiled, laughing soundlessly at Maple's predicament.
The apprentice did not enjoy being laughed at. She stamped her feet. “Sh-shut up! You listen to me. You got me into this mess. I demand you take me to Syrup right now and get her to fix me. Oh boy, you are in so much trouble. When I get back to normal, I swear I am going to hex you until you can't even tie your shoes without ending stuck in a tree. Just you wait.”
Link rolled his eyes. He considered leaving the rude girl there in the grass. But something made him stop.
His stomach growled.
Maple heard it too. She looked at his body, which was enormous compared to her, then back at him. She stammered, pretending not to have noticed.
“N-now lift me up and take me to Syrup. Come on! Hurry up.”
Link's belly growled again. He'd not eaten anything besides rations since leaving Hyrule. A mischievous smile crossed his face.
Maple cowered. She knew exactly what that smile meant. Turning, she tried to run, but Link scooped her up with ease. Lifting her in his hand from the ground, he brought her up to his face.
Maple clung to his thumb, kicking her leg at him to drive him away.
“Stop! Stop, stop, stop. L-look. I... I apologize for drinking your potion. Okay, I said it. It wasn't totally my fault, but I'm super sorry, ok. Now just... just stop playing around and take me to Syrup.”
Link shook his head. Holding Maple with his thumb, he brought her close to his mouth. He stuck his tongue out. She squealed at the sight, thrashing to get away as he ran it over her body and her face.
“Ew! Stop this, it's so gross! You can't eat me. I'm the apprentice of the Great Witch Syrup. If you eat me I... I'll totally curse your guts. You'll get so super fat or... or super thin or whatever is most unhealthy for you. You'll be going to the bathroom all the time, I swear. Don't you dare lick me again!”
Link dared. He licked her slowly, dragging the torment out the same way she teased him earlier. The taste was surprisingly good. Fleshy, sure, but the girl clearly took care of herself. After another long lick that left Maple's face glistening, Link held her over his mouth. He opened his lips and put his tongue out. Maple stared down into the slimy hole as he lowered her towards it.
“No,” she shouted. “I'll get you another potion! I promise. Just don't eat me!”
Link didn't listen. He pushed her onto his tongue. She fought to hold onto his hand, but he closed his lips over her protesting arms, trapping her in his warm, wet mouth. With a gulp, he swallowed Maple down. The witch's apprentice was just a shouting bulge sliding down his throat. In a matter of seconds, she was gone. Link felt her lively, frantic body drop into his stomach. Immediately, the growling changed to a satisfied gurgle. Maple shouted in horror from inside him. He could still just barely make her words out through his flesh.
“Ew ew ew! Let me out! This is worse than digging through Dodongo dung for Bomb Flower seeds. Let me out ri-uuuggg.”
Link looked down at his stomach. He lifted his tunic, confused. Was his belly already digesting her?
“Uurrgg... my stomach... I... HIC”
Link was knocked onto his butt as he felt something burst inside him. He panicked, thinking that Maple had literally blew him apart from the inside. He ran his hands over his body, expecting to be in pieces. He was thankfully whole. In fact, as he put his hands to his stomach, he found there was a lot more of him than before.
His belly bulged huge and round from under his tunic. Maple had definitely grown back to normal size, but Link's belly had grown to accommodate. He admired his own huge tum, running his hands over the soft, smooth surface. He felt shifting and pushing from within. He pressed against one of the protesting lumps.
“Stop that,” said Maple. “Let me out! Nnf, it's so tight in here. I can't move. You can't do this.... aahh...”
His stomach groaned as it worked on its filling meal, bubbling the cute apprentice to a fine brew. Link smiled and patted his gut. His belly grumbled just before intense pressure moved up his throat.
“BRRRRAAAAARRRRRPPP!” He belched loudly, letting out the gassiness from Maple's regrowth. With that pressure out of his belly, it clamped down tightly over Maple, the walls of his greedy stomach grinding and pressing against her, groaning contentedly. Eager to make her into a very different type of potion for the quiet hero.
The young witch came spinning down through the trees, her broom swerving drunkenly in the air. Link ran right to get out of her way. She swerved left. He jumped to the left with a shout. She swerved right, screaming, “Mooooove!”
They collided. Link fell, his pack opening and spilling rupees, seeds, and a potion. The bottle of red liquid rolled over the grass away from him, stopping against the broom of the downed witch as she sat up, rubbing her head.
She was tall, dressed in a simple purple gown that covered her slender body. Red circles of make up dotted her cheeks, and green shadow covered her eye lids. Her green hair stuck out in spikes from under her huge purple hat. When she looked at Link, fury crossed her cute face.
“Ow! You idiot. You just bumped into Maple, the apprentice of the Great Witch Syrup. Can't you watch where you're going? Now look at this mess. All my stuff fell out of my bag.” She gestured at the rupees which had spilled from her bag, along with a few rings and seeds and, unnervingly, bombs. Link tried not to think about why this girl needed bombs.
Seeing the potion at her feet, a mean smile crossed her face. Link made a desperate sound for her to stop, but she snatched it up. The red potion had cost him all the money he had when he bought it from the witch in the Sunken City. In fact, he hadn't been able to pay the full amount. He'd been a few rupees shy, and only convinced the witch to brew him a special, discount potion after an hour of whimpering and tearful eyes and pantomiming the dangers he would face.
Syrup had given in, saying, “Oh fine. You don't get the good stuff, though. That revives a lot of you. I'll make a batch that will just revive a little of you.” Then she cackled as Link danced with glee.
Now, he watched Maple uncork the precious bottle. She took a long sniff.
“Mmm, definitely Syrup's handiwork. Let me guess. This ran you about 300 rupees? Well, you should have watched where you are going. Now you get the honor of watching me drink this whole potion, right in front of you. Maybe that will teach you to be more careful next time.”
From the ground, Link reached pitifully for his potion as she slowly raised it to her lips. Maple laughed, enjoying the sight of the hero squirming, pleading with his eyes for her to spare his life-saving elixir. She dragged it out, running the rim of the bottle against her lips, tilting it just enough that the red potion brimmed, ready to fall.
“Here it goes,” she said, gleefully. “Down my throat. Into my belly. You're never going to see it again. Say 'good bye.' Aaaahh.”
She leaned her head back and lifted the bottle, pouring the potion slowly into her open mouth so Link could watch every drop wash over her lip and tongue. He saw her throat convulse and work the liquid down. He whimpered. 256 rupees, gone! Her flat stomach didn't even look big enough to hold 256 rupees, but she might as well have crunched his wallet up and ate it.
Maple drained the bottle of the last drop of red potion. She wiped her lips and tossed the glass away with a sharp, cruel laugh. “Now it's gone. All gone forever. That's what happens to stupid, clumsy boys who get in my wa-”
She stopped. Maple put a hand to her stomach, shaking her head with a groan.
“Ooh.” She stumbled, holding out an arm to steady herself. “I don't... uuggg... I don't feel so good.”
Maple let out a loud “HIC!” As she did there was an explosion of heatless smoke. Link covered his face, turning away from the blast. When it passed, he looked back to see what happened. The witch's apprentice was gone. Link looked up to the sky, but her broom was still here . She couldn't have flown off,
As he gazed upwards, stepping towards her broom, he heard a voice, small and distant, “Watch where you're walking!”
Link looked down. He jumped back at the sight. Maple stood where she had been before, only she was now the size of a rupee. Maybe smaller. Even her clothes had shrunk. Link thought back to what the witch had said. “Revive a little of you.” Link got the joke now, and as relief at having dodged this nasty trick came over him, he smiled, laughing soundlessly at Maple's predicament.
The apprentice did not enjoy being laughed at. She stamped her feet. “Sh-shut up! You listen to me. You got me into this mess. I demand you take me to Syrup right now and get her to fix me. Oh boy, you are in so much trouble. When I get back to normal, I swear I am going to hex you until you can't even tie your shoes without ending stuck in a tree. Just you wait.”
Link rolled his eyes. He considered leaving the rude girl there in the grass. But something made him stop.
His stomach growled.
Maple heard it too. She looked at his body, which was enormous compared to her, then back at him. She stammered, pretending not to have noticed.
“N-now lift me up and take me to Syrup. Come on! Hurry up.”
Link's belly growled again. He'd not eaten anything besides rations since leaving Hyrule. A mischievous smile crossed his face.
Maple cowered. She knew exactly what that smile meant. Turning, she tried to run, but Link scooped her up with ease. Lifting her in his hand from the ground, he brought her up to his face.
Maple clung to his thumb, kicking her leg at him to drive him away.
“Stop! Stop, stop, stop. L-look. I... I apologize for drinking your potion. Okay, I said it. It wasn't totally my fault, but I'm super sorry, ok. Now just... just stop playing around and take me to Syrup.”
Link shook his head. Holding Maple with his thumb, he brought her close to his mouth. He stuck his tongue out. She squealed at the sight, thrashing to get away as he ran it over her body and her face.
“Ew! Stop this, it's so gross! You can't eat me. I'm the apprentice of the Great Witch Syrup. If you eat me I... I'll totally curse your guts. You'll get so super fat or... or super thin or whatever is most unhealthy for you. You'll be going to the bathroom all the time, I swear. Don't you dare lick me again!”
Link dared. He licked her slowly, dragging the torment out the same way she teased him earlier. The taste was surprisingly good. Fleshy, sure, but the girl clearly took care of herself. After another long lick that left Maple's face glistening, Link held her over his mouth. He opened his lips and put his tongue out. Maple stared down into the slimy hole as he lowered her towards it.
“No,” she shouted. “I'll get you another potion! I promise. Just don't eat me!”
Link didn't listen. He pushed her onto his tongue. She fought to hold onto his hand, but he closed his lips over her protesting arms, trapping her in his warm, wet mouth. With a gulp, he swallowed Maple down. The witch's apprentice was just a shouting bulge sliding down his throat. In a matter of seconds, she was gone. Link felt her lively, frantic body drop into his stomach. Immediately, the growling changed to a satisfied gurgle. Maple shouted in horror from inside him. He could still just barely make her words out through his flesh.
“Ew ew ew! Let me out! This is worse than digging through Dodongo dung for Bomb Flower seeds. Let me out ri-uuuggg.”
Link looked down at his stomach. He lifted his tunic, confused. Was his belly already digesting her?
“Uurrgg... my stomach... I... HIC”
Link was knocked onto his butt as he felt something burst inside him. He panicked, thinking that Maple had literally blew him apart from the inside. He ran his hands over his body, expecting to be in pieces. He was thankfully whole. In fact, as he put his hands to his stomach, he found there was a lot more of him than before.
His belly bulged huge and round from under his tunic. Maple had definitely grown back to normal size, but Link's belly had grown to accommodate. He admired his own huge tum, running his hands over the soft, smooth surface. He felt shifting and pushing from within. He pressed against one of the protesting lumps.
“Stop that,” said Maple. “Let me out! Nnf, it's so tight in here. I can't move. You can't do this.... aahh...”
His stomach groaned as it worked on its filling meal, bubbling the cute apprentice to a fine brew. Link smiled and patted his gut. His belly grumbled just before intense pressure moved up his throat.
“BRRRRAAAAARRRRRPPP!” He belched loudly, letting out the gassiness from Maple's regrowth. With that pressure out of his belly, it clamped down tightly over Maple, the walls of his greedy stomach grinding and pressing against her, groaning contentedly. Eager to make her into a very different type of potion for the quiet hero.