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In its place amidst the kingdom of Hyrule, resting eastward in the Lanayru region, Zora’s Domain beamed with beauty, standing the test of time from its sheer splendor. As a prolific settlement regarded with such high standing, its people ensured that it would never fall to decay, maintaining its walkways and platforms, balconies and interiors, and of course, the massive throne room that towered above all else. Bright blues and teals of varying shades coated the glossy material resembling stained glass that formed the vast habitat, spanning across multiple stories tall, sporting different rooms of varying shapes and sizes. The domain’s open-ended design, with many shops and rooms lacking doorways save for a select number of interiors, emitted a firm sense of connectedness, its inhabitants doing their best to serve their community, and the royals who oversee it. Whether rain or shine, day or night, the elements could not deter the domain from cleanly honour, glowing with its striking form and complexion.
Nightfall had stricken the star-lit skies once again, the pillars all over the domain lighting up with a natural source, a sea of bright teal glowing throughout. The Zoras, aquatic bipedal beings resembling varying fish with fins emerging from the backs of their heads, ventured into their respective pools for another night of sleep. While many had fallen into a restful state, some remained awake, whether occupied with other tasks or spending time in the intimacy of their most beloved. Within the sizeable walls of his rectangular-shaped room, Prince Sidon snuggled with his lover upon their waterbed, the sloshy mattress up against the centre of the lengthy left-side wall, separate from his personal pool taking up a fair amount of space at the room’s furthermost end, a half-circle spanning many feet carving out the territory of its housed waters. The tall red and white Zora with impeccable muscles embraced the warmth emanating from the light grey and white Zora whose waist he wrapped his arms around, the couple laying together as they absorbed the sights and sounds of a room rich with unique beauty - passed down from generation to generation of royalty - and the surroundings beyond. In fitting with the rest of the domain, Sidon’s personal quarters had been constructed from the same glassy material that comprised the settlement outside, teals and blues sprawling from the floor to the walls and ceiling across numerous shades. Like the pillars outside, the walls themselves glowed to illuminate the space, well-lit in a soothing teal aura, though dimmer to reflect the current coziness amid this time of night. Armaments and royal artifacts hung on mounts along the walls, each bearing the Zoras’ history while serving use to their prince in times of need. The place was plentiful for Sidon, more than big enough yet still roomy when joined by the company of another.
Taking in the prince’s embrace, Alva laid on his left side, his back softly pressing against Sidon’s lengthy torso as his arms wrapped themselves atop the other’s, further ensnaring them together. The light grey Zora looked around at the room’s possessions, his resting head gazing at the concealed window directly in his line of sight. Raindrops drummed against the wide pane of glass aimed towards a high vantagepoint of the domain below, as narrow strings of moonlight snuck through the curtain’s hidden gaps, ensuring the prince maintained a level of privacy as he pleased with Alva at his side, quite literally at this moment. The world outside may have taken on a veil of darkness, but inside the prince’s private chambers, their world together was anything but. Both Zoras faced the same direction in their intimate positions, the royal’s back nearly brushing against the wall. Alva’s feet were level with Sidon’s knees as they laid on the waterbed, reminding him yet again of their substantial height difference of over an entire foot. His perpetual nerves were calmed in their stances, almost feeling like a plush toy held around the prince’s arms. This childish thought soothed the shorter Zora, burrowing further into a comfort unlike any other, letting it wash over him akin to the pouring rain outside.
The night seemed to be bound in this tender scene, the two Zoras in the close comfort of one another before Sidon remembered something that caused him to grow eager, getting his lover’s attention in a quiet, careful manner despite his brimming excitement.
“Forgive me for disrupting your rest, Alva, but there is something I wish to show you.” Sidon informed him in a whisper that struggled to remain as one, already losing the battle in containing his excitement, the sounds of which Alva could already detect.
“Something… to show me?” Alva nervously uttered in a half-dazed tone, his senses starting to emerge from their restful state.
The prince slowly rose from the bed, its contents sloshing beneath him and Alva. He removed his arms from around the other Zora’s waist before gently planting a smooch on the right side of his face.
“It’s a gift.” The prince revealed as he scootched forward and stood up from the bed. “I will need nary a moment to bring it to you.”
Planting both feet on the smoothened floor, the royal Zora walked towards a dresser in the corner of the room to his left, its back horizontally against the wall as a pair of large doors stood centre directly across from the pool, matching the space’s complexion. In the half-minute that thus transpired, Alva rose from the waterbed, sitting up and facing the obscured window before standing and stretching for a brief spell, both feet planted against a circular carpet sporting royal insignias. Upon feeling refreshed and turning to his right, he saw Sidon grab what appeared to be a small item wrapped in a clean beige cloth, closing the wide drawer he had opened as he then approached Alva, the concealed object held in his outstretched right hand. As the grey Zora watched with curiosity, the prince walked up to him, a mere foot between them upon the carpet as his bright orange eyes looked into the other’s own. Unwrapping the cloth and holding its tip between Sidon’s thumb and forefinger, sharp yellow claws growing at the ends of both hands, he presented a glass vial no bigger than a gemstone to Alva, sealed with a cork, the shorter Zora’s head tilting down and to the side as confusion swept through him. A majestic purple liquid, glowing within the bottle’s glass confines, swirled in the idle movements of the prince’s hand, his confidence firm as he ventured forth to propose an unusual means of expressing intimacy.
“I wish to try something with you, my love,” Sidon told him in a voice ripe with unrestrained elation, “though it may seem rather strange.”
“Very well.” Alva replied with, looking up at Sidon. “What do you have in mind?”
“In my thoughts, I have been drawn to the desire of swallowing someone whole.” Sidon bluntly began his explanation. “Someone small and perhaps squirmy. As my train of thought developed, I could not help but think about you being the one I try consuming. This vial contains a potion that will shrink you down to the size of an insect. Would you be willing to indulge in being swallowed by me?”
Alva did not know what to make of this proposition at first, his eyes widening as they darted all over the place, not uttering a word for several seconds until he had somewhat managed to process what was just told to him.
“You mean to say that you want me… inside you?” Alva questioned Sidon, hesitance already creeping into his mind before uttering “You want to swallow me whole?”
“That is correct.” Sidon responded, the warmth from his face radiating onto Alva’s.
“I… I don’t know if I can go through with this.” Alva answered, panic beginning to coat his words, his face shifting into upmost shyness. “I have never partaken in anything like this. Is it safe? W- will I be okay?”
Before Alva could descend further into a sea of worrisome questions, Sidon used his vacant left hand to softly caress his cheek, the nervous Zora no longer speaking as his glimmering eyes returned towards Sidon’s.
“Alva…” The prince assured him. “Everything will be okay. Love can be conveyed through a number of ways, to which I believe this shall be one unlike any other. I promise to be gentle with you as I always have, that no harm will come to you. After all, we can be even closer together with you inside me.”
Sidon’s smile widened after he finished speaking, two sharp rows of teeth revealing themselves to Alva as his newfound assurance stayed strong, even when seeing the path to which he would soon enter.
The shorter Zora formed a smile upon his own face, comforted by his lover as he agreed to his wishes, adorably telling the prince “You always know how to soothe me with your words, Sidon. I shall enter you through this peculiar manner.”
“Excellent!” The red Zora excitedly shouted, removing his hand from Alva’s cheek as his other brought the vial closer to him. “You will need to drink this entire potion for it to work. Despite its size, the effects of the concoction inside have… substantial effects on whoever consumes it all.”
Alva nodded, taking the bottle which he held between the thumb and forefinger in his left hand, and the accompanying cloth which his right one gently discarded onto the waterbed before carefully popping open the cork with those vacant digits.
“I appreciate your warning.” The grey Zora replied, glancing once more at the purple liquid before looking back at Sidon. “Here’s to a most wondrous night spent with- er… in you.”
Sidon watched with anticipation as Alva drank the potion with immediacy, its entire contents barely equal to that of a spoonful. The shorter Zora’s eyes slightly narrowed as he tasted the concoction travelling along his tongue and down his throat, its flavour indescribable yet satisfying. In seconds, the couple focused their gaze upon Alva’s body, a brief silence brewing as they waited for any changes. All would remain this way until Sidon promptly remembered something of the upmost importance.
“Let us step onto the floor itself.” He told Alva, grabbing the other Zora’s hands with each of his own - the glass vial falling from Alva’s hand and onto it without breaking - as they moved several paces: Backwards for the prince and forwards for his lover. “I would not want you to get lost in the fibres of that carpet you were standing on.”
The couple let out a chuckle as they progressed onto the glossy floor, their clawed feet upon its smooth surface just beyond the carpet and closer towards the doors. In the brief passage of time where both Zoras found themselves embracing the moment of immense anticipation, they had failed to notice the potion already affecting Alva, realizing once Sidon tenderly caressed his boyfriend’s hands, only to sense that they seemed smaller. A sharp downward turn of the head allowed the prince to see Alva’s significantly shrunken hands, closely resembling the hands of the Hero of Hyrule that he had once shaken upon successfully saving the domain.
“It appears that the potion is already working its magic upon you.” Sidon spoke in a slightly awkward tone, as the grey Zora simultaneously noticed his smaller hands, his own head looking down as a stunned look overcame his face. “Allow me to give you a bit of space.”
Sidon let go of Alva’s hands, further backing away by another slow several steps. The shorter Zora could only raise both appendages up to his face, looking at them perplexed before feeling a firm tingling race within himself, beginning from his hands and spreading everywhere else. His eyes and mouth could only morph into that of stunned surprise as each of his body parts shrunk down to half their proportions. Having started with his hands, both arms and shoulders followed suit, his decreasing size subsequently travelling to his head, neck, and torso before his lower half sorted out his body’s disproportionate nature; all in only several seconds. The prince watched with bated breath as his lover shrank before his eyes. With these sudden incremental changes came a brief instant where Alva became half the size he once was, his head turning everywhere as he took in every altered part of himself. Soon enough, the rest of the process came about much smoother, for all of Alva gradually shrunk together from hereon, standing still as he nervously gulped towards Sidon. The peculiar sight of the potion’s effects, coupled with the cuteness of his boyfriend’s nervous eyes rendered the prince unable but to find it all amusing, his lingering smile beaming brighter as he followed Alva losing every foot of his stature.
Aside from mild squeaks of increasingly-higher pitch that embarrassed him to no end, Alva stayed quiet during his peculiar transformation, shyly looking ahead at Sidon who appeared to grow bigger from his solely-shifting perspective. He watched as the red and white Zora initially crouched lower onto the floor, wanting to stay level with him as his entire body reached mere inches tall, the surrounding furniture becoming sizeable hills. Before much longer, barely a single inch comprised his height, descending into miniscule stature as the nearby waterbed looked like a ginormous Chuchu that could absorb him at any moment. In the prompt wake of the potion’s effects ceasing, Alva had shrunken down to half the size of the vial he had drank from, now towering behind him. By now, Sidon laid down against the floor, folding and resting his arms upon one another and placing his chin atop their centre. His large, moon-like eyes looked directly down at Alva, needing to aim them firmly at the little Zora despite already bringing his head so close to where he stood. From Alva’s shrunken perspective, Sidon had become a giant of colossal proportions, soon outstretching his right hand for him to step onto; his red palm of a platform half as big as the room from when he was normally scaled. All the while, he could not help but find the prince cuter than usual, both puppy-like eyes in awe at his tiny size, his rear-end slightly aimed up into the air despite his stomach laying flat.
“Come forth, Alva. I wish to take you on an exciting adventure.” Sidon teased the tiny Zora, his throat tingling with forthcoming delight.
“As you wish, my prince.” Alva replied in his newly high-pitched voice, stepping onto Sidon’s palm as the prince then raised it up to his face, a giant wall that Alva now stood before.
Sidon slowly opened his mouth for Alva to enter, seeing two rows of pointed teeth and a large, slimy tongue that acted as his only platform inside. Even with a few remaining pangs of fear, the grey Zora stepped forward and entered his lover’s mouth, likening it to that of a sizeable cave - dark, warm, and immensely wet. His footsteps sounded through audible squelches once centre on the prince’s tongue, before turning back for a final glance at the outside world when Sidon closed his mouth. With his living snack lovingly ensnared, Sidon - slowly standing back up - proceeded to wiggle his tongue around to toy with Alva. Instantly, the shrunken Zora found himself hoisted and flung around the royal’s mouth, the giant tongue acting as a sticky yet soft landing pad. Across a series of precise maneuvers, Sidon’s tongue swirled from side to side, curled itself inward and out, and pushed back and down against the floor of his mouth to form a most imposing hill, leaving Alva to scramble around in the dark, desperately trying to clamber up the prince’s tongue before falling back and landing on its tip. He found himself increasingly soaked in Sidon’s saliva as his sense of touch solely guided him, bewildered by the whole experience. At the same time, however, he felt an odd sense of comfort wash over him, like his warm embrace with Sidon on the waterbed yet far more soothing.
Unbeknownst to Alva, Sidon slowly walked over to the far end of the room, where his pool awaited him with fresh, calming waters. The prince revelled in the mischief he caused with his tongue, able to hear the grey Zora’s muffled squeaks within the confines of his bulging cheeks. He was careful to maintain a steady stance in his walk, not ready to swallow Alva whole until he settled down at his intended destination. A considerable moment passed as such for both Zoras big and small, Alva soon being wrapped up in the prince’s tongue as Sidon slowly submerged himself from the neck down, turning around and seating himself right against the back-wall of his room. Once preferably situated and without warning, he unravelled Alva from his slimy trap before flicking his tongue back towards his throat, the tiny Zora falling in the same direction having briefly stood on it again.
GULP!
Alva ventured into Sidon’s throat head-first, plunging down its lengthy chasm as he made his way into the prince’s centre. Simultaneously, the red and white Zora felt his lover slide down his throat and plop into his stomach with a small yet mighty bulge that reverberated throughout his entire body. Upon standing back up and reorienting himself, Alva found himself surrounded by dark pink walls just as slimy as Sidon’s mouth, an even roomier cave for him to reside in.
Now closer together than ever before, Sidon lovingly poked the protrusion from his stomach, telling Alva after a slight belch to “Lay down and rest, my love. I hope the pool-water soothes you well.”
Although the prince could not quite hear Alva inside of him, he could most certainly feel his little body nuzzling against the walls of his stomach.