Zelda swallowed, sweat collecting on the pale skin of her brow. Now that she faced her first potential foe, the determination that had led her out into the wilderness faltered slightly. It was a simple Bokoblin, and she knew they were easily slain by even novice warriors, but apprehension gripped her heart nonetheless, as she tightened her grasp on the heavy short sword in her hands. She had replaced her royal gowns with more practical gear: her slender midsection and upper body was covered by a wool tunic, wrapped tightly around her lithe frame. She wore a pair of skin-tight leather pants over her rump and legs, and her feet were protected by boots. Her golden hair was tied back in braids, and her slightly trembling hands wore tough leather gloves.

“Damn it, get a hold of yourself,” she chastened herself quietly. “It’s just a Bokoblin…” The ugly little creature was sitting lazily on a log next to a fire, cooking a meager meal of nuts and bits of meat. His red skin was illuminated by the flickering fire and waning evening sun, his buggy eyes focused on his task. He certainly didn’t look threatening, with his thin, wiry limbs and flabby belly. Zelda had seen Link dispatch dozens of them in her service.

“Oh, Link,” Zelda whispered, a lump suddenly rising in her throat. They had forced her to watch him digest, those thrice damned Yiga, forced her to listen to him scream as he was boiled alive in Kohga’s filthy belly, crunched and churned into more flab for his disgusting body. Zelda herself would surely have been next, doomed to join her digested knight on Kohga’s chubby rump, had Impa not intervened. She had been too late to save Link, however, and now Zelda was determined to get her revenge.

Or… she had been. Faced with the prospect of fighting this monster, she now felt a powerful urge to turn back and send Urbosa or someone else to avenge Link. But… no. She had been relying on others for far too long. She had to do this herself. For Link.

Steeling herself for battle, she began to creep forward, hoping to take the little humanoid by surprise. She was painfully aware of every sound she made, every rustle, every clink… she kept her anxious eyes fixed on her opponent, closing the gap little by little. It wasn’t until she was right behind the oblivious creature that she realized she wasn’t sure exactly what she was supposed to do. Did she just… hit it? Stab it? She swallowed nervously, trying to control her breathing. After a moment of indecisive hesitation, she shakily lifted the blade, and brought it swinging down, squeezing her eyes shut.

She heard the Bokoblin yelp as the sword bit into something solid. She grimaced, feeling the blade embed itself in what she thought was bone. “G-gross,” she whined, and opened her eyes.

She blinked, staring in confusion at her sword. It was wedged firmly in the log the Bokoblin had been occupying. She glanced up to see him staring back at her with surprise, having leapt from his seat. She had missed him by an inch.

The mismatched pair recovered from their shock simultaneously. Zelda tried wrenching the sword free in panic, while the goblin reached for his club. Clumsily, the would-be warrior jerked the sword from the log, reeling backwards and falling on her butt. She looked up just in time to see a stick of wood descending towards her face. With a resounding crack, her vision went black.

When she blinked awake a few moments later, she found herself lying on her back, staring up at the darkening sky. Head throbbing, she tried to move, but found that her hands and ankles were bound to something beneath her. Blinking the haze from her eyes, she looked down and found herself utterly naked, stripped down to her bare body. “Guh!” She gasped, clenching her thighs in an attempt to hide her privates. She struggled against her bonds frantically, panic rising in her chest. The Bokoblin appeared above her, eyeing her smugly. “Release me at once, you filthy creature!” she spat, blushing with humiliated rage. Ignoring her demands, the monster bent down, and with a great deal of effort, he lifted her from the ground, and Zelda realized she was tied to a long stick of some sort.. “What are you doing with me? Don’t you dare try anything funny!” Her adamant protests were undercut by the shrill fear in her voice, as her heart beat quickly in her breast. She was helpless, at the mercy of this foul beast- and boy was he foul. As he hefted her in front of him, groaning from the effort, she could smell him, a musty, dank odor like feet and sour sweat. With a final heave, he mounted the stick she was bound to on something, and the Princess immediately felt heat against one side of her body. Looking down, she saw she was hanging above his campfire. The meager soup he had been cooking had been tossed aside. Her heart dropped into her gut and her eyes widened as the terrible realization dawned on her. This wasn’t a stick… it was a spit! He was going to cook her!

“H-hey! Get me off!” She whined, wiggling desperately now, her naked body writhing above the flames. The Bokoblin rubbed his hands gleefully, moving to one end of the makeshift spit. Slowly, methodically, he turned the long piece of wood, rotating her so each side of her would be cooked evenly.

“I said stop this!” Zelda gasped, her chest heaving. “You can’t… cook people! Especially not me!” The monster didn’t seem to care, just staring down at her slowly spinning face hungrily. “Do you know who I am? I’m the ruler of this land. I’m a Princess! There’s no way I’d allow a smelly creature like you…” She hesitated, reluctant to even think, much less say the words. “There’s no way I’d let you e-eat me!”

The red-skinned imp didn’t seem impressed. He licked his lips eagerly as he turned his meal over and over, letting the flames lick her soft, fair skin. The heat was beginning to get to the poor Zelda now, as she slowly roasted above the fire. “That h-hurts!” she complained, wincing as she was baked. “Let me go!” Unfazed, he rubbed his tummy with eager anticipation as he cooked his dinner.

Gwuuuuurrrggghhhh…

Zelda heard the hungry rumble of his gut, and she shuddered with dread. “No way am I going in there,” she insisted, but her voice faltered. She stared at his chubby pot belly for a moment, her mouth dry, both from heat and from fear. “Please, let me go,” she pleaded, but he only stared with ruthless hunger. “Somebody!” she cried. “Someone help me!” She raised her voice as loudly as she could, praying for some passerby to hear her and come to her rescue. “PLEASE! Anybody! He’s going to eat me!”

If anyone heard, they didn’t respond to her pleas for help. The fire was really doing its work now, and her skin stung from the heat, slowly turning from white to pink to a very appetizing amber. “Heeeeeeeeeeelp!” Zelda wailed, wiggling on the spit desperately. On top of the obvious pain and discomfort, it was horrendously humiliating for someone of her high stature to be roasting alive over a campfire like a pork chop. “You can’t do this!” She insisted angrily, as a light steam rose from her body, carrying a tasty smell with it. The Bokoblin was positively drooling now, eagerly awaiting his well-earned supper. Zelda yelped in terror as her beautiful golden hair went up in a succinct whoosh of flames. In an instant, she found herself bare of any hair whatsoever.

“This is… this can’t be happening!” she moaned, tears welling in her eyes. Her body burned and ached all over, and she kept catching glimpses of the little monster’s tubby gut. “Why did I come out here alone?” She lamented.

After what felt like ages, the now golden-brown Princess found herself lifted clumsily from the campfire and laid in the grass. She gasped with relief as she was finally spared from the heat, as the red imp cut her loose, keeping a painfully tight grasp on her wrist. She tried feebly to pull away, but it hurt to move, and the fire had sapped her strength.

“Let me go,” she protested weakly. “You have to let me go!” He seemed to disagree, as he forced her to her knees in front of him. It hurt where her skin creased and folded, and she grimaced. “Get your stinky hands off me,” she demanded. Again he ignored her, keeping his hands planted firmly on her shoulders. The bald young woman stared fearfully up at her captor, eyeing his slobbering, gap-toothed maw with distaste. “Don’t…” she begged, still trying to resist. “Don’t eat me… you can’t eat me!”

Her words were meaningless to the hungry beast, and his ugly mouth opened wide above her head. Terrified tears spilled over Zelda’s medium rare cheeks, stinging her roasted flesh. “Goddess, please save me!” she pleaded. “Please! Don’t let him do this to me!” His mouth descended slowly and he tugged her slightly closer to him, saliva dripping onto her face. Hot, stinky breath wafted from his gullet, as his lips threatened to engulf her head. “No!” she squealed, squirming with horror. “Noooo!”

Glmmmmmf.

With an undistinguished squelch, he chomped down on her head, closing his lips firmly around her neck. Zelda shrieked, trying to tug her head free, raising her hands to shove him away. He seized her arms and pinned them to her side, keeping her knees firmly planted on the ground. He swallowed, and her head slipped into his throat, her screaming face bulging out of his neck for a moment. He bent over her as he swallowed again, his lips sliding over her shoulders and down to her elbows. With her secured in his esophagus, he lifted up slightly, and she managed to get her feet beneath her. For a moment there was a struggle, as she fought with all the strength she had left, using whatever leverage she could manage to try and break free. Her well-baked, naked rump wiggled in a most unladylike way as she struggled, squealing in desperation. Eventually, he gripped her firmly by the ass-cheeks and managed to pick her off the ground, shoving her down his throat as he did so, until just her bootie, hands, and violently thrashing legs were visible.

The battle was over now, and they both knew it. In spite of the sinking feeling of doom in the pit of her stomach, Zelda continued to wiggle and kick her legs in a desperate fight-or-flight response. She felt his slimy tongue slide between her legs and loop around her butt to help guide her towards her ultimate doom. The poor girl whimpered helplessly, wrapped tight by his flesh, as he swallowed once more. Her head suddenly popped free of the crushing pressure of his esophagus, as she began to enter his belly. She was immediately overwhelmed by the horrid stench of his gut, an acrid, reeking odor that made her eyes water.

The bokoblin’s cheeks bulged comically, one of her buttocks in each cheek, as he prepared to gulp her down once and for all. With a long, methodical slurp, he swallowed her ass, and her long legs disappeared into his throat like noodles. His belly bulged out quickly, stretching to accommodate his meal. Zelda’s body was perfectly visible in the taut outline of his midsection as she took her place in his tummy. Her bootie pointed upwards, with her knees drawn up into her chest, legs crossed at the ankles in front of her rump. Her head bent forward beneath her knees, her horrified expression clearly captured by his crushing flesh.

Gwhuurrrrp, he belched, plopping down on his rump suddenly, jostling his prey and earning a squeal. He smacked his belly proudly, heaving a sigh of intense satisfaction as his belly bubbled to life around the poor, pathetic Zelda.

“Oh, g-g-goddess,” she whimpered fearfully, feeling his tummy squeeze down on her. It was so tight that she could barely move at all, as muscles pulsed around her ominously. Terrible, frightening noises came from all around, gurgling, rumbling sounds that could mean only one thing: digestion. Sure enough, juices began puddling around her head and shoulders, bubbling angrily. The caustic goop caused instant agony to her burnt skin, and she groaned in pain.

“Hnnnmnnghh,” she moaned, gasping for air. “H-how… how did I let this happen? I c-can’t believe this is how it ends…” she clamped her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the utter humiliation of it all. She had been roasted and gobbled up whole by a Bokoblin. She wondered how long she would last in this horrible, stinking death trap. She had learned about the digestive cycles of other monsters in her studies. Lynels were cruel, vindictive predators, and the people they ate could sometimes suffer in their bellies for days before they were digested. Lizalfos could digest people infamously quickly, sometimes as fast as ten minutes, but then again, they usually ate children. However, she wasn’t sure how long it took Bokoblins to digest a full-grown Hylian. Maybe that was because she had never heard of anyone being eaten by such a weak creature. Dejected tears mixed with the acid that would kill her as she realized just how pathetic this death really was. “At least no one will know,” she sniffled. Even if her stinky remains were found, and they were somehow identified as her, they would most likely assume it was a Lizalfo, perhaps even a Lynel. This did little to console her, however.

Glrrrrrrrgle…

Zelda squeaked in discomfort as her torturous prison grew somehow tighter with a rumbling growl. Acids were seeping in on all sides now, coating her raw flesh and igniting her entire body with white hot pain.

“Eeeeeeeerrrrggghhh!” she squealed, thrashing desperately, which is to say, slightly squirming in a most pitiful way. Movement only worsened the pain, but she couldn’t help it. Her animal instincts raged inside of her, screaming for her to break free, to escape this pain and impending death.

Chuuuuuuurn…

She quivered in pain, overwhelmed by suffering. “HEEEEEEEELP!” she rasped, her efforts to escape causing the monster’s Zelda-shaped belly to jiggle slightly. “IT BURRRRRNSS!” In the face of this agony, she found she desperately missed the heat of the campfire. That had been a spa compared to this hell.

Glort… Glorble… Glurt…

The Bokoblin stifled a yawn as his body slipped into a digestive sleepiness. Leaning back against the log he had been sitting on, he rubbed his hands up and down his delectable, delicate, shrieking dinner. He sighed happily as she wiggled weakly. He had never had such a delicious meal, and he knew he probably never would. He licked his lips, savoring the lingering flavor she had left behind. It was both savory and sweet, with a hint of salt. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered if he could get away with eating more of these pink, fleshy creatures. His dreams were very pleasant.

In the meantime, Zelda was living out a nightmare. This was no Lizalfo belly, and it clearly wasn’t used to having to digest such hearty meat. She digested slowly, each particle of flesh stripped away one by one. She screamed until she could only sob, and then she sobbed until she could only whimper. Bit by bit, a soup of her own digested self was pooling around her head and shoulders, growing as more of her sloughed away.

Seven hours after she hado been swallowed, Zelda was crushed into a belly no larger than a pregnant woman’s. She was more goop than girl, but she was still alive, her face just barely protruding from the bubbly muck of Princess paste. She wasn’t sure how much of herself was left, but pain lit every bit of it. She could hardly even croak out a moan of agony anymore. She felt the predator stir at last, waking from what had been a very restful slumber for him. He stood, his belly sloshing with its goopy, girly contents. He gave it a good squeeze, and Zelda heard several pops, though she didn’t feel them. Those bones must not have been connected to her anymore.

Frrrrrrbbbbbbt.

Zelda was confused by the loud noise at first, but when she realized what it was, she blushed with further humiliation. She couldn’t believe she had lived to hear herself farted out of a pair of Bokoblin cheeks.

Disgusting, she thought, too weak to mouth the words. Please, Goddess… forgive me… this isn’t how I… this isn’t what I wanted to be… I’ve failed you… All the things she had been taught over her life, all the talk of destiny, of responsibility and birthright came rushing back to her now. She had been destined for great things, to awaken the power of the Goddess and lead her people to a better world. Now, she was just destined to a big stinking pile of-

Pfffffffrt.

Another toot rippled the goblin’s bootie-cheeks, and Zelda squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the utter debasement. Please, just let it end… let it END…

Almost as in response to her silent wish, the sou-filled belly gurgled loudly around her, tightening once again. Slowly but steady, with murderous intent, it shrunk around her, causing the goop to rise up around her, until she was completely immersed in a pool of her own, stinking, liquefied body. As death loomed, only seconds away, sudden dread filled her, and she regretted her wish to die. She was terrified of dying? What would happen to her soul? Where would she go? Would the Goddess reject her for the abject shame of her demise?

“..hrmmMMMMRRRGGHHHKKkkkkkrrgglllll…..” she shrieked, one final, garbled wail of desperation, and then she was dead, churned into slurry by a lesser being. The lesser being in question stretched and let out a groan, unaware of or utterly unconcerned about the life that had just ended in his belly.

Glurrrrrrrrble…

His tummy let out a long grumble as the melted remains of the Princess of Hyrule drained into his intestines, bones crunching as they were forced into his bowels for their final journey. In the meantime, he simply went about his day, collecting his club and sauntering off through the wilderness. Last night’s dinner continued to digest, and the dead Hylian female left plenty of chub behind, fattening his tummy, his rump, and flabby limbs.

After a few hours of mischief, the Bokoblin took a quick detour into some bushes, where he squatted down and lifted his loincloth.

FLBBBBBBBRrrrrttthhhh….

 A fat turd plopped out on the ground, accompanied by a noxious blast of choking stench. Pieces of bone and fragments of skull littered the filthy mound of shit that had once been a beautiful young woman. The Bokoblin left the waste there without a second thought, leaving the poor pile of Zelda poo to stink all by herself.

 Just as she predicted, the kingdom never knew where their adored princess had gone. Many suspected she had cracked beneath the weight of responsibility and fled. Others believed that she had never overcome the loss of her knight, and had run away to escape the grief that haunted her. Some guessed correctly that she had been eaten by a monster, though no one dared suggest that a lowly Bokoblin had done the dirty deed, despite reports of a particularly fat one roaming the area... and eyeing young women hungrily.