Malon was always proud to be able to do a delivery all on her own. It had taken a while
for her to convince Talon that she could handle herself on the trip across Hyrule Field, but after
her first successful delivery to Kakariko Village and back again, he seemed to fret a little bit less
when she went out now. A little bit.
The young ranch girl had an especially large load this trip. The cart rattled and shook
with the clank of heavy bottles as she guided the horses along the calm, gentle roads of Hyrule
towards the town. The fields of Hyrule had become more peaceful of late. There was less fear of
wild animals and monsters on the road; people even went about at night.
Malon enjoyed the soothing quiet of the trip. She would hum or sing as the cart clacked
along, her fluting voice carrying far in the quiet.
Clattering over the river bridge, she reached the entrance to Kakariko Village. She
guided the cart up the winding, steep inclines to the gate, the horses straining for the last
stretch. At last, she arrived in the bustle of the town. The chatter of the village folks going about
their business; the cackle of cuckoos running about the yards; the laughter of kids playing
around the well. Kakariko was lively and in full swing as she brought the cart to a halt near the
town center. In the shadow of Death Mountain, looming tall and smoky overhead, ringed with its
eternal clouds.
The town guards came to greet her from where they had been sitting, chatting away,
near the entrance to Death Mountain.
“Good morning, Miss Malon. Easy ride?”
“It was real swell,” Malon said, smiling brightly. “It’s a perfect day out for a long ride.”
“Perfect day for some fresh Lon Lon Milk, I’d say,” the other guard exclaimed, lowering
the back of the cart and seeing the many bottles within. “This is quite the haul, Miss Malon!”
Malon giggled. “Just what the shopkeeper ordered! Got to have enough for the whole
village, right?”
“Right you are,” said the first guard. “We’ll take care of the lifting, Miss Malon. Go on and
enjoy yourself for a while. It’ll be some time before we can get everything unloaded. Enjoy the
lovely day.”
Malon nodded. He didn’t have to tell her twice. Leaving the two to tend to the cart, Malon
made her way up the sloped path that led to Death Mountain. Deciding that a walk under the
brooding shroud of the volcano would make for a fun diversion, Malon went through the gate
and twined her way along the rocky path. Singing as she went.
Her voice rang off the rocks as she rose up the curving side of the mountain. Soon
looking down on the village, the red roof tiles warm in the sun, the people scurrying about in
their bright clothing like paper dolls on a stage. Malon stood, watching the scene. Until a
rumbling shook the mountainside.
She stepped back, startled. Death Mountain, which had been so quiet and calm of late,
gave off small, dark plumes of smoke as the rumbling shook stones loose. Malon heard them
tumble down, crashing against the other rocks that fringed the path. She looked for some
shelter to wait out the unexpected tremor.
There was a hollow in the rocks off the path nearby. Shallow and gloomy, but sheltered
from the tumbling stones. Malon ducked inside, hearing large stones and little boulders
crackling down over the path behind her.
She knelt in the shadow of the hallow, waiting for the shaking to subside. Hoping the
town below would not be hurt by the rock slides. It didn’t sound like they were too deadly in size,
likely not enough to reach the village, but it had been months since Death Mountain’s last
tremor, once the monsters and darkness threatening the land had passed. Why would the
volcano start to act up now?
Thankfully, the tremor passed swiftly. After only a minute or two, the shaking of the earth
weakened and stilled. The sound of clattering stones and rolling rocks faded away as the
mountain settled. Malon waited a moment, then stepped out of the hollow, back onto the path.
There was debris scattered along the path now. Rocks of various sizes, from small
pebbles to wheel-sized boulders. Thankfully, the slide had not been strong enough to jostle
loose the true boulders, so the path was not blocked. Simply pockmarked with heaps of new
material.
But that sediment was not the thing that drew her attention. What drew her attention was
a lone figure lying in the middle of the path. They were sprawled out in a heap, dressed all in a
bright red tunic and hat. They were small, around her age, and there was a sword clutched in
their left hand.
It took Malon a moment to recognize that hat and tunic combo. Last she’d seen it, it had
been green, but despite the change in color, now she noticed the blonde hair peeking out from
beneath the cap’s fringe.
“Link,” Malon said, jogging over, dodging the rocks and stones, to help the fallen boy.
Malon knelt down beside him, gently rolling Link onto his back, afraid he might have fallen from
further up the mountain and been hurt.
She gave a sigh of relief to see his face unmarred and his body whole. He didn’t seem to
have been hurt in the fall.
The young Hylian groaned, face tightening, as Malon lifted his head onto her thigh. He
blinked his eyes open. Letting the sword go, he raised both hands and ran them down his face,
shaking his head, coming back to himself. He looked up, finally seeing her.
“Bless my heart,” Malon laughed. “Least you’re alright! You had me sure worried, all laid
out in the road like that. How’d you even get here, fairy boy? I didn’t see you on the way up.”
Link looked around, surprised. He sat up with a groan and said, “I don’t know. I was
fighting someone. A dark force under the Temple of Time!” He gritted his teeth, letting out a
frustrated growl. “Ahh, that Vaati! He tricked me! Or... something.”
Now that she wasn’t worried about Link’s well being, Malon began to notice the way he
captured her attention. Not just as he always had, his spry, spirited attitude and energy being so
infectious. No. Now, next to him, she began to notice that some aspect of him, something about
Link was really drawing her to him. Attracting her. Interesting her.
She felt needy. Her body seemed to be aching in a way that she could only associate
with one thing: food. She felt hungry!
Link rose, looking around. A grumpy pout crossed his face. “Dang it, dang it. He
teleported me. Cheater! He knew he and that dang shadow couldn’t fight me so he must have
tossed me all over Hyrule.” He let out an adorable, boyish growl of frustration. “When I get back
to that Temple and find Vaati, I’m going to...”
Link let his threat trail off. Malon rose. That feeling of hungry fixation on Link wasn’t
going away. In fact, it felt as if it were getting stronger! She felt a growing sense of urgent need
inside her now, as if she hadn’t eaten all day. All week. And Link... for some reason, her body
was focusing on Link with a desperate yearning.
The scent of him, boyish and savory, made her mouth water. The sight of his long, limber
legs and arms made her lips want to wrap around them. Her stomach growled wetly when she
looked at his cute face, now marked by that pouty frustration. He was clearly upset at having
been tricked by some evil villain, someone he probably needed to go stop before they caused
more trouble... but Malon couldn’t think about that. All she could think of was how delectable his
smooth skin looked. His bright hair. His small frame.
She stepped closer to him. Her belly letting out a fierce, wet, and deep growl just below
the pendant she wore on her chest of a kingly lizard.
“Hold on a minute now, fairy boy,” Malon said. She reached out, laying a hand on his
shoulder. And it took so much of her control not to just yank him towards her mouth on the spot.
“You just got all shook up from that what’shisname, Batty or something. He sounds like sure
enough trouble! Why don’t you come rest a spell with me before you head back? You don’t want
to go up against no bad guy tired or hurt, right?”
Link crossed his arms, fuming at the ground and shifting back and forth. He said, “I’m not
afraid of Vaati. He just tricked me last time! I’ll defeat him no problem now that I know about his
tricks!”
Link was unusually fiery today, in a way Malon hadn’t seen before. She’d have been
more aware of this subtle change in his demeanor if not for the now thrumming, constant hunger
inside her. Holding Link’s shoulder, she felt that if he slipped away from her touch now, she’d
lose it. Lose herself to that hunger. She needed him so much. Her tongue was crying out for his
taste. His flavor. It was the only thing she could fully focus on now. She couldn’t even spare a
thought to wonder why she felt like this, why she was thinking such things that weren’t just
wrong but impossible! She couldn’t eat Link. Not just because she shouldn’t, but because, well,
because she COULDN’T! Yet her mind didn’t care. His body. He was right there. Right there.
Ready for her tongue. Ready for her throat. Ready for her gut.
Malon moved behind him. She rested both hands on his shoulders. She was practically
shivering as she felt her body moving half by her own choice and half on instinct. Her mouth
moistening. Her throat opening.
“Shh, there now,” Malon said, voice trembling just a little from her desperate desire. “You
just relax a minute now, fairy boy. I’m gonna... Malon’s gonna take care of everything right
now~”
Link looked up. Something in the way she spoke or the words she said must have finally
cut through the aggravated thoughts he’d been brooding over the past minute. He was caught
off guard at something unnatural in her sound.
But he never got a chance to turn around and look at Malon to understand what was
wrong.
Instead, Malon opened her mouth, giving herself to the desperate and mindless hunger
forcing her forward. She was startled to feel her jaws not simply part but spreading, stretching
down, growing wider. Opening beyond any length that should have been possible, yawning over
the back of Link’s head like a snake. Despite the impossible experience of her mouth turning
into a dripping chasm, Malon couldn’t stop herself to understand this. She instead held Link’s
shoulders. And pushed her mouth down over his head as she yanked him back towards her.
Link immediately let out a cry, but the shout was absolutely muffled as his head was
plunged into the slime-coated cave of the ranch girl’s maw. Malon let loose a fierce, heady,
growling moan of delight as the taste of his head soaked right into her dripping tongue. Meaty.
Sweaty. Savory. Sweet. With a hint of fiery spice. It hit her tongue and sank through her body all
at once, making her stomach let out a growl so loud and heavy she almost worried it would
cause another landslide. Under assault from such a delicious flavor, Malon could do only one
thing.
GLLURGP
She swallowed, throat pumping and dragging Link down into her slick esophagus. The
boy’s head was completely sealed all around by wet walls, skin-tight and squeezing powerfully.
Malon crouched down, pushing her lips past his neck and forcing them down over his shoulders.
Her mouth stretched to a horrifying yet comical extent to take in his chest and arms. Link would
have tried to fight, but he had been so caught off guard, so stunned by the sudden plunge into
wet tightness, that he had had no time to raise his arms. Now, they were trapped, stuck at his
side, flapping humorously and helplessly against his hips. His sword lay where it had fallen
before, on the ground at his feet.
Malon suckled on Link with loud, wet, shameless sounds. Her tongue lathering him and
drinking the salty sweet mixture of his taste, spiked through with a zest, an almost spicy heat
that she’d have never expected of someone usually so stoic and calm. Then again, she’d never
expected she’d be swallowing him head first down into her stomach! With each gulp of her
throat, she packed him lower. Her esophagus rippled like a worm around him, drawing Link’s
head deeper as her drooling maw slid down over his diaphragm and belly.
Until his head pushed into her stomach. When it emerged into her belly, the front of her
simple ranch dress pushed out in a round, firm bulb as her middle began to stretch for its new,
temporary occupant. Link’s cries came up from under her skin, dulled to the point of
indecipherable speech. Just shouts and yells, fighting to be heard over the raucous gurgles.
Malon slipped her mouth around Link’s waist, reaching under his tunic to wrap her hands
tight right under his butt, holding him by the upper thighs. She lifted him as she sat back,
lowering herself to a kneeling position to make it easier to force him over her head. Link let out a
trapped squeal as gravity plunged his hips and thighs between her lips. The surge of his flavor
pouring into her throat made Malon give forth an enormous, full-mouth moan. Her stomach
glutted out over her lap, stretching as Link spilled into it, body forcing the stomach walls out.
Stretching them around himself, a fleshy sack to hold him until it had all it wanted of the young
hero.
By now, Link’s legs were reduced to little more than his kicking shins and his boots.
Malon’s eyes wavered with drunken delight as she watched those last inches of him sinking
between her lips, one gulp at a time. She guided them in, hands holding his knees then his
shins then his ankles. She forced his boots off, exposing pink, curling toes. Cute in their
helplessness. Holding them by the heels, she pushed his feet down towards her lip. Gulp. Gulp.
Gulp.
She shivered all over, from feet to belly to throat, as she slowly slid his heels through her
lips. Past his arches over her tongue. Tasted the tantalizing meatiness of his toes. And then, at
last, swallowed the very last of the Hero of Hyrule.
Malon’s gut laid on her legs, fat, loud, and active. It was a boulder of flesh, contained
under the cover of her dress, but so firmly outlined that she could make out each curve and
shape. Link’s body was easily discernable, making a notable shape under her skin as he was
tightly packed inside her gut. He had curled up facing the same direction as her, with his back
pressed against the inner wall of her gut and his legs and arms pushing helplessly at the outer
wall. His butt had ended up higher than his head, meaning he lay somewhat lopsided inside her.
A fact that meant the most prominent bulge was the round shape of his rump just about where
her navel was.
Looking down at her bloated belly, panting with pleasure and stunned that she’d been
able to fit him fully inside, Malon could think of nothing else to do but giggle. And grab that tight
outline of his tush playfully, giving it a squeeze. She heard a sharp, embarrassed, and flustered
yelp from inside her, under her belly rumbles.
“Good gosh, fairy boy,” she said. “If I knew you were grade A meat, I’d have guzzled you
down when we first met!”
Malon rested for a time there on the road, next to the hero’s fallen blade. She stroked the
bulges of him, petting his rump, playing with his pressing hands and feet. Her body radiated with
satisfaction. She was now in the midst of something more delightful, more exquisite than any
feeling she’d known before. And she felt there was no rush to end it. She could let herself enjoy
the bliss of having a stomach full of hero. Letting her belly slowly work at soaking, squishing,
and sloshing Link down.
At last, though, she felt something new. A yearning similar to the hunger for Link that had
drove her to gulp the poor boy down. It was a yearning towards... somewhere.
With a soft “huf,” she cradled her gut and rose. Slowly beginning to waddle down the
path from the mountain, heading towards... well, she wasn’t sure just yet. But all she knew is
that she was in no hurry. Her tummy was full. Her body was satisfied. Her hunger was sated.
As she made her way down the mountain, a black wind howled down through those
rocky passes.




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Yeah, it's the season of remakes.
Still not much of a writer. That's why I outsourced the story to my good friend  Belloc. In fact, if you liked it, this is just one part of the tale. He's already uploaded the entire story, so if you want more context, some more OoT girls nomming some color coded Links, and the aftermath after all the girls meet up, check https://aryion.com/g4/view/841034 here.

And, if you must, check out the old version here https://aryion.com/g4/view/363791 (so you can see why it desperately needed another go). Gonna release each part daily, like last time, tho I finished them all already and definitely didn't just try and draw one a day again. That's part of the reason the old ones look so fucking bad.

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