There was a quiet over the shady Kokiri Forest. This was hardly out of the ordinary; such
silence often filled the gloom-shadowed woods on the fringe of Hyrule. Still, even if most of her
life had been spent in such witchy quiet, Saria loved this serene solitude all the same.
The fae, young Kokiri girl sat in the clearing of a glade a little away from the Kokiri village
where she and other childish neighbors made their home. She sat against a stump, clad in
green shorts, a sleeveless green tunic, and a dark, emerald undershirt. She held her ocarina,
fitfully playing a simple, haunting tune. The notes drifted off into the forest.
She often came to such out of the way places for peace and relaxation. Enjoying being
alone with her thoughts and the forest, while so many of her friends often could not endure long
stretches of quiet. The childish, ageless Kokiri often fit their appearance, needing the stimulation
and activity of a child. Saria had a somewhat more mature attitude, like an older sister to her
friends, being more patient. More appreciative of the peaceful and the still. Her only companion
in the glade was her fairy, who rested on the stump beside her. The little sprite’s body gave off a
bright, green glow that eclipsed her with a halo of green light.
The two were startled from their revelry as the quiet of the woods began to split from a
rumble. It started low, building like a rising thunder, but Saria felt the earth moving beneath her.
The leaves shuddered in the branches overhead. Her fairy took flight, flitting about nervously.
Saria rose, tucking away her ocarina, glancing around. Earthquakes had never happened this
far into the woods. She worried if the trees around her might crack and fall.
Even as she fretted, there came a sudden noise. It was a cry above her, the cry of
someone yelling. There was a noise of leaves shaking and branches cracking. Saria shouted in
surprise as leaves and limbs fell around her. She scrambled back, looking up to see what had
happened.
She saw someone suspended in the air above her. A person was caught by their
clothing on a sturdy branch in the bough of one of the tall, stout trees of the glade. Saria
recognized the green tunic, the pointed green cap.
“Link!” she said, rushing back beneath him. The young blonde was suspended by his
tunic from the tree, swaying from the motion of his fall.
Link hung limply, arms and legs dangling. A sword was gripped loosely in his left hand.
As he hung there, a bright bulb of light darted out from his hat. A familiar, small body floated
beside him, giving off a warm, white glow and lightly clad in leaf-like garments that covered her
from chest to thighs.
“Ugh, that Vaati. He’s a nasty bit of work,” Navi said, shaking herself. She looked around,
taking in their surroundings. “Huh, where are we?”
“Navi, hello!” Saria called, drawing the fairy’s attention. Navi gave out a ringing sound as
she saw the Kokiri below them.
“Oh, hey! That’s good. A friendly face. It’s good to see you, Saria. At least I know we
didn’t get thrown out to who knows where. We’re still in Hyrule. But jeez, that Vaati really sent us
flying.” Navi finally noticed Link hanging from a tree branch and gave a humored sigh. “And my
poor partner here has ended up in a tree. Figures.”
Link mumbled, coming to. He stirred, looking around, blinking in confusion. Saria tried to
signal him not to move, worried that if he started struggling or twisting around he might suddenly
fall. Though, as she felt that concern for Link rolling in her gut, she became aware of some other
feeling. A gnawing, urgent sort of need. Like a pressure or a want or... or a hunger.
She shook her head, trying to push the odd sensation down. She said, “Link, don’t move.
You’re a bit caught. Hold on.”
“Saria?” Finally starting to come around, Link realized where he was. He looked back,
seeing the tree branch holding him up. “Okay, didn’t expect this. That Vaati. He must have
realized him and that double couldn’t beat me when there was four of... me. So he must have
teleported us all away. That’s sneaky! He should have stayed and put up a fair fight.”
“Uh huh, right,” Navi said. “Cause we all know evil sorcerers loooove fair fights.”
“Gosh, how can we get you down?” Saria mumbled, standing beneath Link and
searched for a way to safely get him out of the tree. He was high up enough for her to worry
about him hurting himself if he fell. The tree also offered little in the way of climbing up to help
him. The bough where he hung was where all the tree’s limbs were bunched. The trunk was
bare of any growth save bark the rest of the way down.
All while she fretted and searched, Saria felt that urgency in her stomach growing
stronger. She realized that it was fixed on Link. But not as a worry for him. She found her eyes
drifting to his long, bare legs. His exposed arms. To his thighs and rump on display in the air,
barely covered by his tunic being pulled taut by the tree.
She was looking at his body and feeling a sense of desire for it. Not to touch it or hold it
or feel it. She was finding it tantalizing. She wanted to taste it. Not just taste... but EAT.
She shuddered, distracted, wondering quietly, “What is wrong with me?” But it was
impossible to suppress that feeling now. It was forcing itself up, driving around her worries for
Link, interlacing with them. Her stomach growled wetly under her clothes. Her fairy noticed,
saying in her soft voice, “Saria? You okay?”
Before Saria could understand this strange, urgent, scary hunger that her body seemed
to be directing right at her old friend, Link began to twist. He started swinging the sword he still
held in his hand, slicing it through the air in an arc towards his back. Navi said, startled, “Hey,
what are you doing? Careful.”
“I’m just, urg, gonna cut this branch,” Link said, grunting, trying to swing his sword at the
limb holding him up. Saria’s heart began to race as she realized what a foolhardy action he was
taking. Link clearly wasn’t thinking this through: if he cut the branch he’d just fall. The boy wasn’t
usually THIS brash!
Navi saw the foolishness of his decision too. She tried to warn him, scolding, “Link, that’s
a really bad id-” But before she finished, he managed to swing his sword all the way back. He
dug the blade into the wood with a sharp crack. It split about halfway into the limb, weakening it
enough that his own weight snapped it fully. The branch dropped. And Link, realizing too late
what he’d done, shouted in surprise as he tumbled down through the air.
Saria moved on pure instinct, not hesitating to think as she saw her friend rushing
towards the ground. He tumbled as he fell due to how energetically he had been swinging to cut
the branch. He was plunging backwards towards the ground, the hem of his tunic flapping up
around his body. Navi and Saria’s fairy both rang in alarm as the little hero fell.
Without thinking, Saria positioned herself right under Link. Then, driven by an impulse
that was so strong, so intense that it rivaled and even eclipsed her concern fro her friend... she
opened her mouth. Rather than hold out her arms to catch him, she opened her jaws wide, not
even understanding what she meant to do. Only driven by that immense thirst for him. That
ravenous roaring in her belly. Link’s rump, bared by the air rushing past him as he fell, raced
towards her jaws.
They met. As Link’s rear end mashed down against her lips, Saria felt, to her utter
astonishment, her jaw yawn open easily, smoothly, and painlessly. Stretching wide instantly
around Link’s plump butt. Her mouth became a fleshly satchel, accepting Link’s rear and thighs
and back into it not just with no hitch or hesitation. It did so with pleasure! The pleasure of the
fleshy, salty taste of him, his exposed butt and thighs passing along her tongue, caking it in a
flavor that was meaty, hearty, and with just a salivating hint of something like a citrus or tangy
zest, sent powerful ripples of utter bliss through Saria’s body. Instinctively, she swallowed, her
throat opening and pumping as gravity drove Link’s bottom down into her gullet and plunged him
swiftly through her lip, down her throat, and towards her belly.
Link had no way to understand what was happening to him as he flumped into the open
maw waiting to receive him. He was so caught in the whirl of his tumble that he could hardly
register the sudden rush of wet, hot, tight flesh sealing over his rear end. Forcing his thighs to
his stomach, squeezing him into a packed lump shunted right down Saria’s throat. The boy’s
rear dropped through her throat, into her chest. His arms flew over his head from the force of
her lips rising over his legs and torso. He lost his hold on his sword, the blade falling into the
bushes around the tree.
Saria let out a loud, wet gluurgk as, all in that one instant, gravity force-fed her friend to
her. Within a second, Link was buried in her yawning lips past his chest and knees. His feet and
hands humorously flopping in the air over his head. His butt “landing” as it shoved into Saria’s
stomach, bloating her tummy out in a taut, round half-dome.
The impact of his weight fully settling into her sent Saria back onto her own butt among
the grass and leaves of the forest floor. She sat down hard, making a wet, gulping sound as her
body settled around Link. She at last could truly feel the full weight of her friend inside her. His
body contained within her, her inner surfaces wrapped around him in an endless hug.
She needed ALL of him. That taste of him filled her from tongue tip to belly button, and
she yearned for every inch of him.
Link, still shaken from the fall, mumbled, “Wh-what is... S-Saria! What are you doing?”
Navi had been startled by the fall, but she was now ringing with alarm. “H-hey! Hey!
Saria! How are you- come on, girl. Let him out!”
But there was no chance of that now. Saria could no longer resist the need she had to
devour her dear friend. With a swift gulp, she swallowed down Link’s knees and his shoulders.
The poor boy’s head was now squeezed tightly against her lips with his arms and legs forced up
around him. He was luckily limber, but his face was red with effort to breathe in such a packed
position. He strained to speak, gasping, “Saria! Y-you can’t! I’m... a... hero!”
Navi flew down, grabbing the tip of one of Link’s fingers and trying to pull, desperate to
provide some help to her partner. But there was no hope for the small fairy to help him against
the might of Saria’s ravenous throat. The young sage slurped, throat dragging down Link’s head
and hat, yanking his limbs lower still. Navi cried out as she struggled to hold onto his finger,
watching his hands and feet press together at the entrance of Saria’s mouth. Wiggling
hopelessly.
“Saria, I can’t believe you... you... you....” Navi was struck speechless, voice cracking
from the betrayal of Link’s childhood friend. “Stop! You have to stop! You have to st-!”
Saria gave another, powerful slurp, and this time, there was not going to be anything left
of the young hero. With a wet guzzling clench, her throat yanked down Link’s hand, sucking his
feet right out of his boots so that they fell down and bounced over her expanding stomach to the
forest floor. Navi let out a last, terrified cry as she was drawn in along with Link’s hand.
Snatched down into Saria’s merciless gullet, to be packed away with her partner in the Kokiri
girl’s stomach.
Link’s bulge settled into Saria’s gut, stretching it out heavily from under her shirts. It lay
fat and bloated against the grass. Link’s hands and feet pressed out from under the skin, giving
soft outlines of helpless fingers and toes as he tried to find a way back out. Occasionally, a soft
light showing under the skin from Navi’s gentle glow. Now trapped in the rumbling, roiling,
bubbling cauldron of Saria’s stomach.
Saria sat back on the stump nearby with a heavy sigh. She looked down at her belly,
reaching to stroke it with a deep, easy satisfaction. She shivered, delighted at the sense of Link
contained with her. Her dear friend... now fully her’s. Part of her knew that what she had done
was wrong. She didn’t care. This was all she needed. HE was all she needed.
“I’m sorry Link,” she said. “But I... ahhh, I feel like I’ve needed this ever since we met. Try
to just enjoy it, okay~”
The muffled cries and pleas from under her skin suggested Link was hardly enjoying his
sticky, slimy soak. But Saria only continued to stroke the shape of him, humming, as she
unsteadily rose and began to waddle out of the glade. A black wind howling through the trees
with her as she went.






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Ah, yes, the Kokiri. A race in LoZ that got famously replaced by shitty pieces of bark with leaves glued on them.

But if you liked the accompanying story to go with this pic, check out  Belloc's submission right here https://aryion.com/g4/view/841034 for the rest of the tale. And throw him a fav/watch while you're at it, he deserves it~

Now if you want to see the derpiest of this series old pics, go here https://aryion.com/g4/view/364073 . I hate it, but I don't mind showing how much better this version is in comparison.

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