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S.idon follows the river down through the Z.ora domain, making sure he’s on his own and a distance away from the Z.ora kingdom. He was on the hunt today but not for the usual kind of food. He didn’t have the usual kind of hunger, either. This hunger was…a new one, which he had been dealing with ever since Link had mentioned something he saw out in the wilds some time ago. S.idon couldn’t get the thought out of his mind and so—

The prince perks up a bit when he hears a noise. It sounds like music…isn’t that the traveling minstrel R.ito? K.ass, right? S.idon knows he’s a dear friend of Link’s, though he doesn’t know the bird too personally. Link would be terribly upset if the R.ito were to go missing but…S.idon doesn’t care to keep searching for something else. He swims over to the river’s shore and climbs out, following after the sound.

After some wandering through the forestry, S.idon finds the source of the music. K.ass is sitting at a small campsite, resting against his pack while he plays his accordion. It seems he’s merely taking a break after resting. No one else is around…and it’s very likely no one knows he’s here. S.idon walks over. This is a perfect chance.

K.ass’s accordion playing stops when he notices someone has entered his camp. He smiles upon seeing the towering Z.ora. “Ah, Prince S.idon! It’s nice to see you!” He sits up now and sets his instrument aside. “I hope I wasn’t disturbing your fishing.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” S.idon reassures. Given what he wants to do and the fact that K.ass is rather bulky for a R.ito, S.idon decides it’ll be easier to get him by surprise and…goddess above, is he really going to do this..? It feels wrong but at the same time so tantalizing. Just thinking about it, knowing he’s so close now, it’s making him…

A blush blooms across S.idon’s face as he feels himself getting hard. K.ass, naturally, notices the Z.ora’s cock exposing itself and a blush crosses his face as well. “Oh, my, I apologize,” K.ass says, looking away quickly. “Is it mating season for the Z.ora already? I didn’t realize...”

“Ah, actually, it’s...” S.idon pauses for a moment. Actually, this might work to his advantage. He should use it. “...just starting recently! I hope you don’t mind such a forward request, but would you mind...relieving me of this pressure?” This is so unbecoming for him to ask but if it keeps K.ass unaware of his intentions...

K.ass’s feathers poof out a bit and his eyes widen slightly. “Oh! Well, ah...” He puts a wing to his beak, still flushed scarlet as he avoids eye contact. “That is...you know, I have a...” He glances at S.idon again, looking the prince up and down. Then he looks away again. “...it would be rude to deny the prince such a request if he needs the assistance.”

S.idon can’t keep the toothy grin on his face. Oh, this is perfect! He steps a little closer, gripping his shaft. “You can just use your mouth if you would like, your beak seems like a good fit. Just close your eyes and relax, I will take over!”

K.ass nods softly. He moves so that he’s sitting on his knees, facing S.idon’s cock. It throbs a bit, eager, and the R.ito can’t stop blushing. He does as he was asked, closing his eyes and opening his beak so S.idon can go at his own pace. K.ass feels a hand on the back of his head...and then he’s shoved forward hard.

A pleased groan escapes S.idon. Oh yes, that feels amazing. K.ass’s head fits nicely in his shaft, which has grown in size to accept its meal. The poor R.ito is so stunned, he doesn’t even think to struggle. His wings go up to S.idon’s shaft to feel it, as if trying to figure out what is around his head. It gives S.idon all the time he needs to press on, forcing himself further over K.ass to take in his shoulders and start going down his chest.

K.ass is finally starting to panic and thrash around. With S.idon sliding down his chest, his arms are being forced down and he can’t push away. He can’t get up, either, stuck bending over with the Z.ora’s cock still keeping him in place. It throbs and slurps, dragging more in, starting to work on K.ass’s stomach.

S.idon’s shaft is bulging out heavily from the whole thing, making a well-defined shape of K.ass’s upper body sinking down it. He’s got a panicked expression, beak open wide as he lets out muffled shouts. As he starts to get sucked in up to his waist, his legs are able to start kicking around in the air. It’s useless, of course, but it’s the only thing he can do at this point.

S.idon holds onto his shaft with both hands, panting and groaning as he takes more of K.ass in. Every inch of R.ito being claimed sends shivers up his spine. By the time he’s getting to K.ass’s thighs, the R.ito’s beak reaches the end of his shaft. There’s a few seconds where no more progress is being made before a tight flex of S.idon’s cock makes it slurp K.ass deeper and push him through the barrier.

K.ass’s shouting picks up but gets even more muffled as the bulge of his head disappears from S.idon’s shaft. His feet kick at the air and his talons clench, but at this point, he’s down to his knees and only slurping deeper. It only takes a couple more wet slurps before they finally slip past the Z.ora’s tip and fully seals him away. S.idon can feel the bulge the R.ito makes under his hands, steadily sinking downward as his body claims it.

Unlike what normally happens for S.idon when he eats this way, his lower stomach is starting to bulge out. It starts with K.ass’s face, his panicked expression showing as rubbery skin stretches over it. And then more of the R.ito is being pushed in, making his stomach stretch out further as he’s filled. The sensation makes S.idon shiver and groan slightly. This feels even better than he had anticipated...

K.ass is not enjoying it nearly as much. By the time his pecs have pushed into the cramped organ, it already feels too tight. But he keeps being forced inside regardless, the walls squeezing roughly over him to try and fit him. The space has a horrible smell, too; sharp and acidic. And it’s unbearably warm. He doesn’t want to believe he’s where he thinks he is, but it becomes harder to deny the more of him is crammed in.

Finally, S.idon can feel the last of K.ass slide into place. His lower stomach is hanging down low, shaped roughly like a tightly curled up R.ito. He’s never felt that part of himself be stretched to such an extent and his skin feels sensitive as he runs his fingers over it. “Oh, Goddess above...” the prince huffs out. “...this feeling...”

It’s too tight for K.ass to struggle at all. The walls are clenching hard over him, clearly not used to being stretched to such an extent. His wings are kept down at his sides and he can’t lift them at all. His head is down between his knees, which are pressed awkwardly into his torso. It’s making his body ache badly and any attempt to resist the immense pressure only makes the pain worsen. “P-Prince S.idon..!” K.ass’s voice screeches out. “Surely there has been a mistake! Please, let me out..!”

Even just the vibrations of K.ass’s voice deep inside of S.idon makes a strange pleasure shoot through him. The Prince is blushing darkly, unable to keep his hands off of the bulge. “Oh, I...apologize deeply for this.” S.idon has to speak slowly and with purpose just to stop himself from making soft moaning sounds. “But there is no mistake...now...please relax and allow my body to do its job...”

“Wh-What?!” K.ass squawks. That can’t be right! He tries again to stretch out the walls, but they’re still too tight and squeeze him into place again. It’s swelteringly hot and reminds K.ass of venturing to Death Mountain. Sweat is already dripping down his body, soaking his feathers. It’s hard to breathe in here, leaving him to pant heavily. “Please...reconsider, Prince S.idon..!”

“Sorry...” S.idon says again, followed shortly by a soft groan. He leans against a nearby tree, watching his stomach lightly shift and stretch as K.ass pathetically attempts to struggle inside. He can see every little detail like this--the straining of K.ass’s muscles, the panicked look on his face, the little twitches of his body--and it’s a wonderful sight. A low, bubbling noise comes from S.idon’s gut and K.ass whimpers pathetically.

The heat only increases as time goes on, with at least the minor benefit of easing K.ass’s aches. But it’s also making the air thicker for him and the smell is becoming unbearable. He’s soaked to the bone, sweat constantly dripping down him. He weakly reaches up and wipes at his face to try and clean some of it off. When he pulls his wing away, several of his feathers are stuck to it, stained slightly in something yellow.

S.idon groans happily when he feels K.ass start screaming again. His stomach bulges weakly as the R.ito starts to struggle again, causing the bulge to slosh back and forth slightly. It’s sounding a lot wetter than before. S.idon presses his hands down gently over K.ass, kneading into the R.ito with another moan. “Just...let it happen...ooooh Goddess...”

“Please! Please, let me out!” K.ass’s voice keeps crying out in a panic, his normally melodic voice screechy and panicked. S.idon can feel the walls of his bladder stretching and straining as large wings push on them. K.ass is trying desperately to find a way out or just force S.idon’s body to reject him, but nothing is working. The bulge in his middle simply bounces and sloshes as the R.ito panics inside.

As time goes on, the sounds of K.ass’s panicked struggling is getting more sloshy and wet sounding. Boiling liquid waste is starting to fill the space more, only making it hotter and more uncomfortable for K.ass. HIs blue feathers are floating in it as well, coming out at an alarming rate. But he’s not concerned about the feathers so much anymore. He’s more worried about his own body which has been melting and degrading the longer he stays.

Even the pathetic, panicked cries of the R.ito are getting bubbly and gurgling. S.idon can see the effects digestion has had on K.ass from the bulge in his stomach. It’s groan smaller and softer, the once detailed bulges now muted and rounder. When he presses his fingers into the sensitive flesh, it squelches and he can feel the give K.ass’s body has. His stomach is so warm to the touch now, too. He can feel the heat.

“S...Some...body...” K.ass’s voice bubbles out of S.idon’s stomach weakly. Bulges shift slightly, his face pressing out a bit and his hands sliding down the walls as he tries to press out. “Please...help...meee...” He can barely be heard, his voice slurring and weak. He’s quite literally dripping in there, his body mass turning into the pool around him. It’s making K.ass weaker by the second, numbness setting in across his body and strongest in his legs. He’s struggling to breath, all of the ‘fresh air’ in his prison filled with acidic steam.

S.idon presses a hand deeper into his stomach. What was once a solid mass is now much softer, letting his hand sink in with a squelch. And then...he feels that semi-solid mass break apart with a fizzing, bubbling sound. S.idon shudders and groans in pleasure, while K.ass lets out a strangled cry inside and slumps over.

K.ass is starting to fade out now. Fizzing, popping, boiling noises become much louder and wetter as S.idon’s middle shrinks and rounds out. R.ito meat is rapidly dissolving away and liquid waste is leaving a leftover swell for S.idon. The feeling of a tight pressure is building up rapidly. The prince huffs and strokes his cock a few times, feeling it twitching his hand. It finally reaches a peak and he lets himself relax with a deep sigh.

A steaming golden shower gushes out of S.idon, immediately spraying down the small campsite in front of him. He makes no real effort to move or aim anywhere, pleasure wracking his body and overtaking him as he releases. K.ass’s pack and accordion get soaked under the gushing pressure, leaving them soggy and stained in the foul-smelling waste. They’d almost certainly warp and degrade in quality by the time anyone found them, let alone the stench that will never come out, rendering it all useless junk in an instant.

A puddle is steadily forming from the sheer amount of liquid coming free. Occasionally, something solid will come free, carried out quickly and easily by the immense pressure. Lots of stained blue feathers end up scattered around the area, but some of K.ass’s sturdier bones also come up. It gets a noise out of S.idon every time he feels one stretch him slightly and come out. They end up littering the area as well, soaked yellow due to where they were soaking.

The stream goes on for a while, S.idon emptying out gallons of piss from his bladder. He can feel the pressure slowly but steadily starting to lessen. His stomach is still bulging slightly, one last solid shape stubbornly sitting inside. It finally sinks down near the end, and the prince moans as he feels K.ass’s skull shoot back out and clatter to his feet in the spray.

The heavy stream is rapidly growing weaker and becoming more of a dribble. The last of it soon patters out and S.idon heaves out a deep sigh, sinking down slightly against the tree he was leaning on. That felt...heavenly. The immense relief after the build up of such powerful pressure was unlike anything he’s had before.

The stench in the air is incredibly unpleasant now, thick and acidic. The campsite is well beyond repair, K.ass’s belongings already deeply stained and warped by the mess. No one would dare come close enough to the area to even realize it was a campsite, so it’s unlikely anyone will be finding what’s left of the bard any time soon. It’ll be like he just up and disappeared one day, like many travelers do.