Zelda Vore:Ganon's Revenge IWARNING: Contains softish Mic/Mac VORE, very mild humiliation, moderate digestion, but NO character death. If you're not down with that, good sense would say to go read something else. ;Zelda Vore:Ganon's Revenge I8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In this I refer to the Hylian goddess Farore several times- if you aren't familiar with her, just take her as "Mother Nature/Earth" etc. She is usually somewhat associated with Link, courage, etc. ^^
Link, Ganondorf, Zelda, etc., are Nintendo's property.
Link woke, staring dazedly up at a ceiling. He squinted his eyes, trying to recognize it- an ornately painted mural of frightening demons, probably Gerudo work. He furrowed his brow.
Ganon's Tower dinner hall?
Vaguely, he remembered walking through this room briefly on his way to the upper levels.
But why was he here now?
He had been in the midst of his battle with Ganondorf, hadn't he? But then what?
A shrill sound, reverberating through his skull, he remembered. It had knocked him out.
And now he was here, in Ganon's dinner hall.
A New Family *Dragon Vore*Warning: Soft Vore, Willing, Safe, Non fatalA New Family *Dragon Vore*3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In an orphanage near a forest a young boy by the age of 15 years old was in his room all alone he sate on his bed writing in his not yet finished book, he wear a green tunic with dark gray wrinkled ripped pants his hair was a brownish blond with bright blue eyes he sate on his bed with his legs crossed up with his book resting on his legs, he had a feather pen in his hand the boy wrote in some pages in the book his book was about the times he had spent in the orphanage alone when he traveled around the forest when no one would look he started writing about the legends the man in the orphanage had told him once "their were great tales of flying beasts that roam the mountains near hear the forest are nor safer the winged beasts walk throw forests looking for pray, they fly the skies and Earth is their hunting grounds, do not even think of trying to,.." the boy stopped writing when a knock at the door came "Link launch time," a woma