The echo of single footsteps travelled down long stone corridors; a lone Zora Priestess named Sora making her way deeper into the heart of the Hylian castle turned evil fortress. Ganon's forces, led by an eccentric Wizrobe had taken control of the castle many weeks previous and this lone Zora was on her way to help take it back. She intended to take out the Wizrobe and escape, letting the Hylians take back the castle from the leaderless monsters. Sneaking in had been simple and patrols rather lax, which had made her increasingly uneasy. She clenched her trident tightly when passing every corner, expecting Darknuts or Moblins when only more and more discarded weapons, armor and statues met her gaze. Continuing as quiet as possible, Sora stopped at the end of a T junction, a large empty painting facing her on the wall. Her eyes glanced down the paths either side of her first, checking for enemies before the painting took more and more of her attention... 

The painting itself was oddly blank in a rather dreary frame, but the surface of it seemed to gleam in the torch light around her. Sora tilted her head ever so slightly, stepping closer bit by bit as the shimmering got more noticeable. Was it magic, an illusion or her imagination? Only when she lifted her hand up to touch it did she get her answer, a long rope suddenly emerging from the blank canvas! It wrapped itself around her wrist like it was possessed, tugging at her and trying to pull her towards the painting. She cried out in fear and steadied her feet, dropping her trident to pull the rope off with her other hand. It was only wrapped tighter around her wrist, the Zora letting go and turning to reach for something to gain leverage against it. In that moment more ropes emerged from the glittering surface, now swelling with more and more of a glow with each escaping rope. Sora couldn't react fast enough as tight leather binds caught her body, constricting her waist, her legs and going up and around her exposed neathers. Such a firm rope slipped inside her swelling vulva; her clitoris being buried against the tightening strand.  

Such an ever-tightening hold rushing across her body made Sora shudder on her feet! The leather effortlessly bound her smooth scales, wrapping and knotting around her in multiple places. She turned her head to look at the rope creeping up her free arm only to feel another crawl around her head. Across her cheeks and over her head it tied, until she felt her mouth being forced open. Calls for help turned muffled when that specific spot in the rope started to swell, a large ball forming to eventually fill and gag her completely. All the leverage she gained was taken away when her other wrist was bound by that long creeping rope, both arms being forced up and back towards the painting slowly reeling her in like the fish she was. Her feet dragged across the rug beneath her, the squirming Zora fighting to resist even as pleasure built up immensely. Tugging and grinding at her crotch, a dripping wetness grew to the throbbing swell of her aching neathers. Sora was in such danger, but her body couldn't stop feeling so aroused at being bound! 

Soon she felt her closed hands touch the painting behind, warmth creeping up over her form as it started to engulf her. It was like she was melting into it, an azure blue bleeding out into the canvas glow the more she was pulled in. With all of her might she pushed away, even as her cries for help were swallowed up along with her! With her back against the wall and her head fully drawn in, her legs started to kick hard in the air as she lifted upwards. Even with her very mind being spread like ink on paper, she struggled on. Even still, her soul was swamped in heat and pleasure from her lust. All helped from the odd sensation of being spread out and reformed anew, losing more and more control with every second. As her thick hips reached the boundary of the ravenous painting, her legs managed to find a tiny bit of a hold on the frame below. Her heels locked under the frame, the Zora's legs spreading wide to try and hold fast against the firm reel. A tugging match went back and forth, her legs trying to push away only for the ropes around them to tug her back equal distance. But all it did was make her pleasure swell rapidly with each writhing struggle. The leather grinding against her swollen pussy, quite visually being pulled and rubbed back and forth. The more Sora struggled, the more her legs humped the air, the more the throbbing heat made her want to give in. 

It all came to a head as muffled moans turned to muffled screams of bliss. The Zora's legs suddenly convulsed hard, the rope cupping her crotch erupting in warm, Zora scented fluid. The poor girl couldn't stop herself from giving in to her orgasm, juice squirting everywhere as her legs released their hold on the painting frame. Legs lifting up in the air and shuddering hard, the painting greedily slurped the Zora up all the way, the gush of fluid stopping once she was fully absorbed. The loud cry of orgasm rapidly went distant as if she was falling away, until all went silent aside the humming glow of the painting. With her inside, the painting started to shift form, the frame growing more elaborate with decoration that fit its occupant. Zora Sapphires and a Triforce adorned the frame, before the magic glow faded from the canvas showing its prisoner within. Sora reappeared in full view to all, bound like a lewd little caught fish. She couldn't move, couldn't see, nor feel anything other than the height of her orgasm from within the painting's embrace. Slight motion faded to stillness as the last shimmers of magic faded away from the object. With all the magic used up, the enchanted painting returned completely normal, making a permanent seal for the prisoner within. To any who would pass, all they would see was a rather naughty Zora painting set on the wall. Not knowing an eternally bound Sora was trapped within, her very soul on display as nothing but a lewd work of art. The Wizrobe however knew of her fate, making sure to pass by her every day and enjoy the view of the Zora Priestess. No one would come to save her, even when the forces of good, claimed victory. In his retreat, the Wizrobe would make sure to take his favorite painting back to his tower, where she would be enjoyed by the wandering eyes of Ganon's forces forever more... 

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A one off commission for Sora-Kingdom over on FA, of her being transformed into a beautiful painting.

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