ZELDA'S TOY - CHAPTER 1

“H-hey come on…don’t do anything! We’re friends!” 
Link hoped that even if she was a little high off of her own power right now, Zelda would still show him some mercy. It was a long shot, but…

“...You’re so small…” Zelda didn’t even seem to be listening to him now. She reached for his shrunken body, wrapped her delicate hand around it, and lifted him up from his spot on the grass. In the flickering amber light from the campfire, she lifted him up before her face, and looked at him closely.

“Wh-what are you gonna do? Hey!” Link struggled. But though he had faced plenty of fearsome, and not exactly small, monsters before, he had never even imagined he would be faced with something like this. He couldn’t help but feel petrified. He looked up at her in sheer terror, acutely aware of just how small and weak he was compared to her.

“Hmm…good question. But you know, after walking all day, I’m feeling exhausted. My feet could really use some TLC…and well…it’s a little hard for me to do that thoroughly, so…”
Link’s heart sank. Dealing with giant feet would have been bad enough. But giant feet that had gone through a whole day of walking and riding?

Absolutely no way. No way. He couldn’t possibly endure something like that!
He knew he had to somehow convince her not to go ahead with it.

“Z-Zelda hey, I can give you a foot massage at normal size-”
“Yeah but it’s really not gonna be the same, is it?”

Her mind was already made up, Link realized with some dismay. Zelda didn’t give him time to even breathe either, before she was already slipping one of her tall, tan boots off. He stared, horrified, as her black-stockinged foot emerged from the confines, already emanating a strong, almost suffocating smell.

Oh God…don’t…please don’t…

He gave her a pleading, begging look, but she didn’t even register it. She was too focused on her shoe, and she lifted him over the top of it, dangling him over the entrance to the boot. Down far below, the depths were so dark they were pitch black. But he didn’t have to guess too hard about the sweaty hell that must be awaiting him.

“I-I’ll do anything!!” he tried still to insist, in desperation, “I’ll do anything you want!! I’ll worship you willingly!! You know I think you’re actually even more beautiful at this—”
He was cut off by his own scream as she dropped him into her shoe first, and his miniscule body made a harsh impact with the interior.

It was just as Link would have expected. The soft material inside was sodden through and stunk like sweat. Just from being in here, he felt like he needed to shower himself ten times over, it was disgusting. But he knew she didn’t care what he thought of it, on the outside Zelda was peeking in through the top and smirking when she saw him sprawled out at the bottom.

“How is it in there?” she asked, and Link couldn’t even answer over his own wheezing and coughing. It was the kind of strong, stale smell that was so incredibly cloying, that it literally choked him up. His eyes were rimmed with tears and his throat ached from the sheer effort of trying to breathe in here.

“L–let me out…” he managed to say, however strained, but Zelda just tilted her head and smiled with those soft, plush pink lips of hers.
“Let you out? Why? Are you trying to say I’m disgusting or something?”

She felt a flush melt over her own cheeks. Honestly, Zelda had always imagined asserting herself over Link, dominating him, instead of being such a sweet and cheerful companion as she usually was. Now she was starting to resent all the times she had been, because damn…it felt so good to just hold the power like this.

“Link? Here-”
Taking just a little bit of pity on him though, she tilted the boot back again, and his little body came tumbling out until it landed on the middle of her palm. She wrapped her slender fingers around his form and gave him a slight squeeze, before lifting him up before her ski-jump nose and sniffing.

Zelda recoiled slightly, her pretty face crumpling into a realizing grimace. Oh…maybe he had good reason for being so desperate to get out after all…

“Ah…it must have smelt pretty bad in there huh…well…” she gave him a piteous look, “I’m sorry to say that probably means you won’t like this next part very much either…”

Before Link could even ask for her to elaborate on that, he already put two and two together through her actions. Zelda tightened her grip on him to a firm pinch around his little waist, acutely aware of holding so much power over him right now that she could basically pop him with just the slightest bit more pressure.

Of course, she wasn’t going to! But, she could…

“It’s been such a long day, Link.” Zelda let him dangle down until he was right in front of the sole of her gigantic right foot, “It’s the least you owe me…”

Link tried to struggle and protest. Even if he was dangling so high off the ground from his shrunken perspective, he would much rather just take the plunge down to it and risk the impact, than have to endure being put any closer towards that foot of hers.

But she didn’t loosen her grip even in the slightest, and he groaned with disgust as he was forcefully pressed up against her sole with a tight press, his body basically molding into her socked foot, his fresh tears getting absorbed by the stretched out, stinking material of her stocking.

He’d thought the inside of her boot was sweaty. Well, now he understood where the sweat had been coming from in the first place. It was now oozing into him, getting absorbed by the material of his azure tunic, turning it a darker blue. He was ground a little against her foot as if she had no care for how it actually felt at his size, no consideration for the pain it might cause him.

Zelda used him like she would a wooden foot roller, turning him horizontal, disorienting him as the world flipped, and running his body up and down the arch of her foot. She closed her eyes, finally feeling some relief from the tension of the day.

But still, there was an even better way that she could do this. 

When she finally peeled him away, his sapped body dangled in front of her again, covered in black lint sticking to him with the sweat, his face totally red and his blonde locks matted back to the point they had been stained brown. The princess finally set him down on one of the other stumps they used as makeshift seats around the campfire, and for a brief moment, he thought she was letting him go, finally.

“Th-thank you princess!”

But, his gratitude was short-lived. The color drained from his face, as he watched her stand up, hook her thumbs around the hem of her stockings, and start slowly peeling them down off her body.

Link closed his eyes and whimpered with defeat as he realized this was far from over…