#i like the water sage she’s a catfish to me

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LINKTOBER DAY 21: Water Temple

Sidon grapples the horrors of the water temple guardian while Link and Zelda beeline for the terminal.

And they got a weird rock out of the whole ordeal! What a win.

(The Water Sage is a doctor. Her last student had come to her with the intention to destroy a flesh plague, and she had readily agreed to invest all she has in his quest-

-until she has nothing left to give, except a defiled labratory, a destroyed body, and a lingering spirit chained by stubbornness and spite.)

Not that our trio would know any of this. The linguistic drift in the last ten thousand years is insane.

This au’s called familiar familiar! It’s a self indulgent totk au where zelda and link traverse the wild lands of hyrule post upheaval.

My patreon is here, if you wish to throw a penny at your local Unhinged Artist!

[theacedragon0w0]

Red Fish Blue Fish

A Voltage aquarium dating fic, yes I'm normal about this ship

Vlk belongs to @imapuppy5000

"Sage I think I found your doppelganger, " Vlk pointed at a particularly large catfish, looking over to see Sage's reaction, unfortunately they looked more curious than offended.

"Huh, I can see the similarities."

Vlk cupped Sage's face, "You know you are impossible to insult?"

Sage with their mushed faced replied, "Yeah, sorry I'm not a lot of fun,"

"No don't apologize, and I'm having an amazing time with you."

It was nice that Sage invited Vlk to check out the new aquarium, with some sea creatures being showcased originating form the envy ring itself. It was nice that the two sinners were able to be alone, given the fact that Sage was put on a tighter leash after their past scuffle woth their old boss.

They made their way to a secluded part of the aquarium, most of everyone was at the large leviathan display so the two were alone.

"Vlk? You look a bit distant dear,"

"Oh, I'm fine, it's just," Vlk fiddled her thumbs, "I like it when it's just us you know? Don't get me wrong I love the others, Rosalina, Hazel, and Velvette to an extent, but you," Vlk cradled Sage's face, brushing her thumb across their lips, "You make me better, you make me want to be better, and fuck, you are just, the sweetest, funniest, biggest dork I have ever met."

Sage looked down, their face a deep violet, "you know you are pretty great too."

"Oh really? Tell me, how did I manage to woo you into adding me into your roster of lovers?"

Sage placed their hand under their chin, "Well for starters, you have an amazing bod,"

"Oh really?" Vlk grabbing one of Sage's belt loops, pulling them closer, "I know that's not everything."

Sage took a deep breath, "You inspire me, you don't take shit from anyone, even those that nobody would dare to talk back, your ferocity, your passion, and well," Sage grabbed Vlk's hands, "you put up with me."

Vlk closed the distance, wrapping her arms around Sage's neck as their lips met, Vlk giggling as Sage spun the fox in their arms. The couple stopped as Sage almost tripped over a trashcan.

"It amazes me that you can dodge punches but end up running into any inanimate object."

"What can I say? It's a natural talent of mine."

Sage ushered Vlk at one of the tide pools, pointing at an urchin, "This one is you."

Vlk sneered, "How so? I hope this isn't a joke Sage,"

"Just watch," Sage whispered, placing their hand into the water, after a few minutes, the urchin slowly crawled onto her hand, Sage held their prosthetic out for Vlk, which she begrudgingly gave her paw. Sage lowered Vlk's hand into the water, it was cold but Vlk quickly got used to it, watching as Sage carefully passed the urchin onto Vlk's paw.

"You see Vlk, like this Urchin, you have this spiky exterior that helps you defend yourself from predators, but given a gentle hand, you are open to the opportunity to be held without worrying about what others think."

Vlk's cheeks redden, "Fuck you know what to say in your weird analogies huh?"

"Yeah I blame Stripes, now hold still, I have to take a picture of this."

Which Sage posted on their Pensta, captioning the picture as "Aqua date with a foxy beauty! The little guy is the best wingman here!"

Vlk looked over and saw that Velvette was the first to comment to the post, "Adorable! The urchin looks like it's trying to steal your date lol."

Vlk scoffed, which Sage noticed, "you might not realize it but Velvette likes you too you know?"

Vlk flicked her fur, "Well I am irresistible like you said," but Sage squeezed Vlk's paws, "No I'm serious, Velvette pretty much stalks your posts and constantly asks me what colors you like and twists my arm about your music tastes."

"Huh, and what have you said?"

"I told her that she would have to ask you herself, which is why she is taking you out next week to that light performance."

Vlk's face was flushed, "I was under the impression that she wanted to use me for a scarf, given that I'm stealing you from her."

Sage stopped Vlk, "You aren't stealing me from anyone, yes the whole soul situation makes me hers legally but I have seen her around you, she wants you just as much as I do."

Vlk's shoulders relaxed as Sage pulled them along, heading towards the next exhibit that had glowing jellyfish.

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Treating with Sekhma

The old manor overlooked a wide stretch of big and deeper stretches of the swamp, moldering planks fallen into the murky waters and bridges suspended from the sprawling root systems of trees forming most of the supporting ground, and incorporated into those same roots.

The anon, with a cluster of similarly faceless cohorts dressed in the topical costumes of the season (a gaggle of ghouls, cohorts of skeletons, and similar beasties and spirits of the liminal peak of fall), carefully approached the door of the manor. The knocker was old brass, partially corroded by the fumes drifting up from the strange waters. The anon's eyes darted down there, the murky depths again.

There were eyes down there. Crocodiles, gigantic catfish and owls attempted to imitate penguins for some reason drifted sagely through the waters, pausing to watch them with something like surly suspicion.

They paused as a group, even as one or two of them hissed to hurry on with it, propelled by the feeling and the fear to do it and get it over with.

One of them said mournfully, "I don't think anyone's gotten to this place and, you know. Survived."

Another elbowed them. "Shut up shut up!" They hissed. "The witch of the swamp is just a fable!"

"Then why are you so scared?"

"Dude this is an abandoned manor in the middle of a spooky swamp. I think I see ritual dolls hanging from the porch! Of course I'm scared! This place is scary!"

Dozens upon dozens of cloth dolls slowly spun in the wind. Stuffed with sand and mud, cloth stitching together as needles pinned down something to them.

Chimes strung up higher snag out as the wind blew. Sightless button eyes stared at them silently, for brief moments, and then turned away.

Another anon shifted uncomfortably. "I know there's a witch of the swamp."

"You mean that monster lady that runs the farm not too far from here?"

"Yeah, her. The one with, like, a million kids running around. A bunch are our age."

"Six of 'em dated me for a week," another anon said blissfully. They stared at him. "Hey, those guys are goddamn stacked. Used to babysit me and now all I can get attracted to are boobs the size of me and better if they're colored like, i dunno, the black blood of the earth."

"What happened with you and them?" Another anon asked. Distantly, they knew they heard something moving.

"We're getting married next week. Me and all six of them." The other anons stared. "You guys are invited, by the by. And don't look at me like that! We held hands! And, like, they group-sexed me. I guess that's how they do marriage proposals."

The door opened. Not slowly, and not with any kind of momentum. One moment, it was closed, and the next, it was open, the darkness beckoning beyond.

All the anons froze up.

There was no sense of movement as the giant woman appeared. She simply seemed to be there, their eyes barely aware of her until suddenly she commanded attention with her presence, and they fixed upon her.

Fear, sick and curdling and cold, roiled in them, and spilled away as she smiled gently at them, milking the moment. She was gigantic; perhaps her people were typically large to begin with, but s he stood even taller of that, so that even the tallest of them barely came up to the soft rise of her gut.

A big woman; she would have been amazonian even if she was typical size. Massive thighs supporting a powerfully built body, muscles upon muscles layered over each other in the model of a professional strongwoman. A gossamer dress, cut in wide swatches to show off hints of mighty thigh muscles and arcing in a cloth loop across her broad shoulders, showing extremely generous amounts of cleavage enough for them to stand in, and her very muscular arms all completely exposed.

She'd been milking the moment, they had thought. Now milk in general came to mind; she was extremely buxom. Her belly was big, yes; a huge, protruding pot belly slabbed with muscles along its round shape, in the 'muscle gut' morph-type. Her boobs swelled past even that, billowing outwards and barely confined by her thin clothing, enormous and possibly leaky nipples puffing up against the fabric over their heads, invitingly purple against the black clothing, the shadows beyond, and her onyx-black skin.

Hips over six feet across bent. A torso, longer than any of them were tall, swayed down with genteel decorum.

Massive breasts sloshed down, with such a thick liquid noise that they felt their mouths watering. They nearly smacked against the floor, suspended by astoundingly supportive dress top, and her face appeared above it. Her face was not too different from a humans; a snout instead of a nose, short purple hair cut into elaborate patterns and shaved with ritualistic purpose against the sides. A pair of chisel-shaped horns, rising up backwards, and blue-purple eyes considering them behind a thick pair of glasses.

Her lips were immensely thick, and with a brief glimpse of terribly sharp fangs, she smiled.

"Well, well," she said, gently raising a hand to the nearest of them, the one who had suggested this in the first place. The anon's face quivered with fear, and desire, and the feelings mounted as her mental power sank in deeply. It sang, come closer. Come to me. Come, come...

They all, completely unconsciously, as though some other power had taken control of their legs, stepped forward.

"Someone is finally brave enough to see what TREATS I have." She gestured her arms wide, as if to indicate just what sort of salicious, seductive treats she had. "Well."

She leaned forward.

Sekhma Dionsi's eyes glimmered with mischief. "I think a kiss would be good for starters, before you all go treating with me~?" She picked the anon up, and shoving them into her breasts, laid a deep, passionate and slow kiss right over their face.