Blood Meal
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Link was determined to make it to the Great Deku Tree. He was a quiet boy, distant from the rest of the children of the forest. He saw this task he had been granted by his newly obtained Fairy as an opportunity to prove himself—he had been called upon to accept a great responsibility. He was finally going to show everyone once and for all that he could serve a purpose the same way that all the other children did.
Link bolted quickly from his humble, wooden treehouse. He saw his friend waving for him, calling him for a conversation, but he was fixed on his mission. Besides, it was part of his nature to avoid speaking if at all possible and he wanted as much time as he could get on his side. The Great Deku Tree needed him , after all!
Navi was helpful enough to tell Link that he’d need a sword to have any hope of making it through the winding forest paths to where the Tree rested. Due to a curse, many monsters now roamed there—and none would hesitate to prey upon whoever was careless enough to venture there. In fact, these despicable monsters would be overjoyed if a small fairy boy was foolish enough to arrive empty handed. They were awfully hungry once they had cleared out all of the typical forest creatures that once surrounded the dense jungle where the Great Tree stood.
Link knew where to find a sword; there was one that all of the village had played with at one point or another which was firmly stuck in a tree stump, far into the brambles and winding spaces that only a child could crawl through to recover. Link slithered his way through the hollowed-out wood, covering his green tunic with ashy earth. His clothes couldn’t be more grass-stained than they already were.
The air was heavy and moist on the other side of the hollow oak body, filtering dust and orbs of the forest's magical energy dense and glittering in the afternoon air. The yellow stalks of grass were thick like straw and tickled Link’s thighs as he crept in, hugging against the cliffs carefully—who knows if the monsters that Navi mentioned could be lurking here as well, in a place so rarely visited? Link shuddered, moaning to himself quietly in fear. He’d never seen anything like that before and he couldn’t imagine what such a hungry beast might look like.
Still, he bravely pressed onward.
He rounded the corners of the walls of stone and mud, finding his way through the maze of overgrown grass until he’d reached the old stump. It felt like forever since he’d been here with his friends. The notches in the trunk of the stump were a testament to how many times that the children had come for the sword and then respectfully returned it, as if all knew how important this blade would become one day or another.
Link reached for it, soft hands clasping the sturdy handle. He pulled firmly until it popped from the wood, sending him rolling back until he crashed to the ground. He laughed at himself, admiring the way the blade glinted in what beams of sun could filter down through the thick ivy and canopy of greenery. He could see his mirror image, the left half of his face, reflected in the smooth blade like it was a sheet of still water.
Link brushed the dust off himself, smoothing the tattered fabric at the edges of his tunic. He was resolved in his mission. Holding such a noble weapon in his hand made him feel all the more suited for this role, a role for which he had little experience or hope. In the way that only children can dream, he believed, with his new prop, that he could be the hero.
After spending all of his saved rupees at the shop for a thin, wooden shield, Link was ready to hike the path towards the tree. Navi jingled commands to him, making an excuse on his behalf to the boy who gatekept the road to the Tree.
Link’s heart pounded as he cleared the road, immediately sensing the change. Dense, dark spiritual energy assaulted him. It clouded the air, sucking the inherent mana of Kokiri Forest and its natural features until it felt as though it were another world. Link was sure, in the many long years of youth that the children of faeries are granted, that he had been up this road before—but he could not recognize it, nor remember such ugly scars and rotted debris strewn across it.
The floor of the forest here throbbed and pulsed, the roots alive with the will granted by a poisonous creature. The tendrils coiled together in knots, hiking up the sides of the hills. Link could feel them twisting and throbbing with a strange energy against his feet, under the soft leather of his thin boots.
He gripped the sword tighter.
“Link!” Navi chirped, sounding like the chime of a soft bell. “Be careful!”
Link examined his surroundings carefully as he marched onward. The darkness was growing thick, so dense that it was almost hard to breathe. A strange scent loomed like a cloud towards the forest floor. The typical greens, yellows, and browns of the forest had morphed into sickly strange blues, violets, and blacks. Disturbing plants that Link had never seen before had sprouted, growing together in bulbs and in surreal clumps. The smaller trees lining the path to the Great Deku Tree were peeling, leafless, looking like they were stained with dark ink, turning into wiry, lifeless things.
Link heard a loud hiss as something burst from the damp litter of the forest floor. At first glance, it resembled some of the indigo bulbs that Link had spotted further back on his trek, but this one moved, the folds of its petals unfurling to reveal its gaping mouth, oozing with a toxic slime that sizzled whenever it hit the forest floor. Steam pooled from the heat of its mouth. It twisted itself by its thick, coiling root, slithering before Link like a snake might. It didn’t appear to have eyes, but it was moving by some instinct, likely sensing the youthful smell and presence, the innocent meat that had wandered into its den.
Link assumed position, pointing his sword before it, terrified. He trembled helplessly, watching the way that its mouth curled open wider in approval of such an empty threat. It seemed almost like it was fleshy inside, pink and pulsing like an organ, thick veins running up and down the seams of its morbid petals.
It lunged close to Link, making an impossibly violent sound as its besital jaws clamped shut, howling in anger as it slunk back, hysterical that its ravenous mouth didn’t find the soft skin of the boy or his fairy.
Link exhaled until he couldn’t anymore, trying to calm himself. He recognized that the repulsive smell was coming from the creature. The clouds of steam expelled from its mouth had reached his nose. While the first note of the scent was sharp, aggressive, somewhere in the middle it began to smell appealing, interesting, desirable.
Link felt oddly compelled to draw closer.
He reasoned that he was simply positioning to get a better aim of the monster. He’d slice at the root itself, cleaving it from the pole it danced upon. He watched it closely but found himself transfixed by that drooling mouth, both in horror and awe.
“Link!” Navi cried, recognizing his strange, hypnotized behavior. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to have someone so small, who had no experience with such a strong force of negative magical energy, plunge head-first into this situation. But it was too late now. “Listen! Snap out of it!”
The tingle of Navi’s warnings barely reached Link. He was close enough now that the pollen and pollution spewing from the plant had a firm grasp on his mind. He waltzed closer towards it, his gentle footsteps sending the floor of coiled roots writhing like eager tentacles. The plant itself stopped in its bobbing and waving, unfurling itself wider, demonstrating the complexity of its inner workings to its victim—who was, unfortunately, completely entranced.
Link stared at the row of haunting toothy features, the ones that rotated like drills across the throat of the monster. It swallowed hungrily, greedily, gulping at the empty air. Mysterious debris was still decomposing at the tips of its meaty petals. Its nectar seemed like thick saliva, shiny against where its flesh vibrated.
Link stared, close enough now that he could hear it humming, clicking as it swayed in a rhythm. He was so small compared to it, he had to stare upwards, like its gaping maw was the sun.
“Link!” Navi tried to nudge him, bouncing into his forearm.
Link came to his senses only slightly, just enough to swing the sword forward. He thought he’d aimed at the cord of the root but his sword struck out, howling into the open air as it tore it in two. The absolute failure of the action made Link begin to sweat from stress.
The attack had upset the patience of the beast. It squealed, gurgling as it surged forward. It wasn’t impaired in the slightest. The way that Link trembled against its sensor roots on the floor of the woods told it everything it needed to know. The scent of Link’s sweat assisted it in its descent, determined to clamp its firm jaws against Link’s arm.
It all happened too fast for Link to escape it. He was slammed down to the ground, falling onto his back. Link felt his arm sting with sharp pain before it went immediately numb. Horrified, eyes wide in his skull, he turned to look at his predicament.
The plant sucked slowly and firmly at his arm, drool pooling out of the gaps in its petals. Link moaned, trying to pull his arm away from where the beast had claimed it. He felt it hike up the skin of his arm, clenching his small body up and into itself, all the way until it had claimed the entity of Link’s left arm. If his hands weren’t totally numb, he would feel the searing pain of where the rows of serrated teeth were shredding into his flesh. All Link could sense was the sick way that the monster suckled him as it eagerly swallowed his sweet blood.
The closer that the plant got to his face, the more that Link felt his mind and body spin. His vision curled, swirling together into a shape that he was too young to recognize was intense physical pleasure. As the toxin numbed his body, his body that was being quickly shredded and devoured, and as the flower’s psychic energy and mesmerizing scent melted away his rational sense, Link’s body couldn’t help but cum in submission to a beast who had truly bested him.
Of course, he couldn’t realize it. All Link could do was tremble, useless against the roots that throbbed against his entire frame, moaning low and quiet, like an animal, as the monster enjoyed his tender body.
The beast opened its mouth, releasing the tiny ribbons and threads of flesh and muscle that remained glued to the bone of Link’s arm. It purred, pleased, enjoying itself but still starving. It lunged upwards, opening its mouth wider than it had before, showing Link how its true form looked dyed in his fresh, ruby blood.
It was impossible for Link to process. His brain was under its control completely. He stared into it, hypnotized, almost smiling as though the sight were something erotic and beautiful. His blue eyes seemed peaceful, his flushed cheeks joyful, his blond hair neat around his face as though he were a sweet cherub in a distant dream.
The monster shivered through its entire body, staring from its root and rolling upwards. It descended, clasping itself firmly around Link’s head, soaking it with acid. It sucked him inwards and upwards so fiercely that the body of the plant took on the shape of what remained of Link’s face. Its teeth went to work, spiraling round and round, Link offering it everything that its body craved and more. It was merely seconds before it was down around Link’s shoulders, pulling him up into the air as though he were a feather, his legs dangling lifelessly outwards and upwards, spread apart, revealing the shame of Link’s pleasure at being consumed so brutally.
The sound of the creature's disgusting swallowing was horrendously loud. It sucked hard against all that remained of Link until there was nothing but his ankles peeking from behind the folds of blue muscle. A thick pool of blood had rained onto the earth, soaking the black soil with its dense nutrients. The flower rocked itself back and forth, playfully enjoying the last of its prize, nestling back down to the floor so it could feign that it was harmless flora once more, waiting for the next hopeful hero to try to walk past it.
It wouldn’t have to wait long—especially now, considering that the Kokiri Sword lay discarded under its wiry leaves.