Link’s eyes shot open and beheld total darkness. As he lacked vision, his other senses were left to pick up the slack. He felt his knees nestled against his face, his arms folded under his chest, and his back curved over. He was curled into a fetal position by some elastic material. Judging by the feeling of gravity, he was facing the ground, wherever he was. All he could hear were watery groans and bubbly pulsations. A particularly dense throbbing sound seemed to coincide with tremors in the stretchy walls. The more Link felt his surroundings slip and slide against his skin, the more he noticed that they seemed to be organic in nature. Link also noticed was that he was soaked and slickened by some viscous slop. It was pouring over him. It seeped into his underclothes. The sloshy juice saturated his hair in a way that reminded him of being swallowed by Molgera. The smell was not nearly as bad, though. “Well,” Link thought, wiggling his arms, barely able to move in the cramped space, “I think I’ve been eaten…”
A monstrous groan, unmistakably a gastrointestinal motion, seemed to confirm Link’s assumption. He didn’t feel as though his fleshy prison was swaying from his devourer’s movement. That, along with the muffled snoring Link heard somewhere above him, confirmed his eater was asleep. Apparently, whatever creature swallowed him thought he was little more than a treat to gulp down and effortlessly sleep off. That thought irked Link more than slightly. “Alright, monster. Get ready for a wakeup call.”
Link tightened up his legs, gathered strength, and threw a mighty kick at the muscled wall. Like rubber it stretched and tightened, constricting around his legs, slowly pulling back into its original shape. Link tried to keep his legs outstretched but the firm, fleshy walls were determined to smoosh him back into a ball. “Ugh, c’mon…” He spread his arms and tried to put the stubborn muscular network to the test by stretching it thin. The hero was lying with his arms and legs outspread in an X-shaped pose. He hoped he would wrestle the creature’s digestive system into some fatigue. Unfortunately, the slimy chamber was up to the challenge. The walls tightened around Link, causing his extended limbs to buckle. All around him the amorphous sack angrily contracted, determined to end his rebellion. Link shut his eyes and grit his teeth. This stomach had turned this into a test of his endurance instead. His strength was dropping. “Damn… Not sure if I can keep this up.”
Back outside, splayed out on Link’s bed basking in the moonlight was the slumbering form of Aryll. She was atop her oversized belly, her arms wrapped its circumference, her faze nuzzling the featureless peach blob. A smile passed over her open lips. Drool leaked from her mouth and ran down the side of her stomach. She was deep in a dream, which her brain was making far more pleasurable experience by incorporating the feeling of her gastrointestinal movements. “Mmuh,” she licked her lips, “Big brother you were so tasty…”
“Aryll!?” Though her voice was muffled through the intestinal fortitude and organic soundscape, Link knew the sound of his sister’s voice anywhere. The stomach walls suddenly closed in. Slimy muscles squeezed his body from every angle, forcing him into a tightly packed ball. “Grr… Let me out of here!” Link’s struggles saw an enormous rise in vigor. He punched, kicked, and thrashed in every direction, but the visceral sack seemed immovable. Link realized he needed a change in strategy. He began focusing on his hearing, seeking the source of the monster’s infernal heartbeat. Craning his head upward, he noted the intervals of each thump, eventually locating the heart somewhere above him. He wiggled and twisted, turning himself in the slippery stomach folds, repositioning where his back was facing downward. From the feeling of gravity Link was sure he was looking up. Timing his movement to avoid the kneading stomach walls, he curled up his knees. “Aryll! If you can hear me, just hold on!” Aiming his legs toward the monster’s vital organs, Link unleashed a powerful kick.
“…Mh? Big brother…?” Aryll awoke with a great yawn. “Where… Are- OW!!” The next feeling Aryll experienced was a stinging pain that exploded through her chest. She was shaken awake. Her bulbous belly trembled like a splash in a pond. “Big brother… Ouch… That hurt.” Link allowed his legs to recoil. He slid back into the moist pit in complete befuddlement. “Wh-wha? Aryll? Is… The monster hurting you?”
“W-what monster?”
“…Wait… No… Aryll.” Link’s jaw hung agape, allowing a drop of gastric fluid to splash onto his tongue. “You ate me. I’m inside you.”
“Um…” Aryll’s cheeks flushed a bright red. While swallowing Link her mind had wandered off to another place. She had actually intended to let him out, but she had ended up containing him completely inside her. And she had to admit, the feeling of her brother’s weighty body distending her rounded belly was rather nice. But she had never considered how he might react to being inside her stomach. “Aryll,” he said, “Uh… did you really swallow me?” The girl felt embarrassed, but she fought it. Telling Link the truth was more important. “Yes,” she admitted, “I-I gobbled you up, big brother...”
“What!? This has to be a dream,” he exclaimed, “Aryll, how is this possible? Am I shrunken?”
“No, not really… I just kinda swallowed you whole. I’m lying on top of you actually.”
“But that’s impossible! I’m bigger than you, how, did you do this?”
“I dunno… I just really wanted you to stay, big brother. I just wanted to have you forever, I guess. And…”
“…What?”
Aryll sheepishly smiled with ruby cheeks. “I was kinda hungry.”
“But Aryll, if you eat me, you’ll digest me.”
“So what?” Link tried to facepalm, but he couldn’t move his arm. “So I’ll die!”
Aryll gasped. Her eyes darted around the room, as if to find something to fish him out of her stomach. “Oh no! Big brother, I’m so sorry! I’ll get you out, I promise!” The engorged girl stuck her finger into her mouth, trying to stimulate a gag reflex. She hacked and heaved, her gut trying to squeeze its contents back up her throat. Her efforts were in vain, however, as Link’s heavy body refused to pass through the stiff sphincter. She tried again, coughing queasily, but nothing exited her belly. Aryll sniffled, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I’m sorry, big brother… Oh… What are we going to do?” Link sighed. “I’m not sure. But actually…” Link felt around the stomach walls, coating his hand in thicker gastric fluids. Aside from a warm, wet feeling, he didn’t seem to feel anything from the liquid. “I don’t think your stomach is digesting me at all. All the juices in here are just sliding off my back like nothing.” Aryll shivered with pleasure when she felt her brother massage her insides. She was no longer crying. “R-really?”
“Yeah.” Though Link didn’t verbally admit it, for fear of how Aryll would perceive it, being inside her stomach was actually quite relaxing. The smell was inoffensive, the humid air kept him cozy and warm, and the muscular contractions were like a combination of massaging and rocking. He wasn’t losing vitality. If anything, the environment was doing the opposite. It was almost womblike. Link was puzzled, but he had experienced plenty of weird things in his travels. “We’ll find a way to get me out of here, Aryll. But I’m not dying, so we can sleep and figure this out tomorrow.”
“Are you sure? I really don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Hey, I’ve been eaten by uglier monsters than you.”
Aryll giggled. “Okay, I trust you.”
The siblings went silent in their embrace, falling asleep…
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