Between Rocks and a Soft Place
Note: This story contains soft oral vore!
The sound of a rooster rang out into the empty field, right on schedule. The sun was rising, illuminating the landscape bit by bit, creeping over the horizon as it marked the world's awakening. Soon there would be activity all throughout Hyrule: cows would be milked, games would be played in the marketplace, picnics would be had at Lake Hylia.
Ah, feels good to see the sun... guess that means it's time to go. Lucardevoir thought for a moment as he stepped out into the main area of the Lon Lon Ranch. Seeing Talon walking around and feeding the Cuccos, the Pokemon hybrid strode over to him. "Good morning, Talon. Thank you for letting me stay at your home."
Looking up, the rancher smirked. It was hard to see with the almost cartoonishly large mustache on his face, but he was smiling wide. "Well it ain't no trouble, son! I hope you enjoyed yer stay here!"
"Certainly. How much do I owe for the night?" the lucardevoir asked, smiling back as he pulled out a brown sack full of rupees, but Talon placed a hand on Lucardevoir's hand and pushed it softly away.
"Now now, there won't be no payment. Ya told some funny stories in there and you made my little girl laugh. Ain't seen her do much of that in some time now, so don't you be worryin' 'bout no rupees. Reckon yer gonna need 'em more then I will anyhow." The farmer was still beaming as he looked over to the horse pen, where a young redheaded girl was serenading a small red pony with a white mane. Looking back at Lucardevoir, he nodded. "You be safe now. And come back sometime, y'hear?"
"I'll be sure to do just that. Thanks again, Talon. Tell Malon I said goodbye for me!" With that, the Pokemon headed for the main field area of Hyrule, following the road. Lucardevoir had been taking a little vacation, traveling around to see the many different sights Hyrule had to offer. His last destination before the famous Lon Lon Ranch was the equally famous Zora's Domain. Just the thought of all the fun he had there was coming back almost like a distant memory, despite that it had only been a few days since he was introduced to King Zora himself.
And then spending closed-door time with him in a private audience. And getting closer to him. And closer. Finally touching his smooth body... watching him lean over down at him... lifting his rump up... gulp... glrk...
"Gah!" Lucardevoir was snapped out of his little trip down memory lane by a signpost he had run right into face-first, knocking himself over to the ground. Shaking his head, he looked around. "Ow... ugh." Standing up, the lucardevoir glanced to his right. The fork in the road led along a couple paths, but he headed for the path leading to the base of a large mountain. Today he wanted to visit Kakariko Village, and after that he was going to spend the day at Goron City. It was revered for its beautiful, complex design, the city itself almost completely dug out of the ground in stone and dirt.
Rubbing his throbbing forehead, Lucardevoir continued on his way. The sun was almost directly above him; it must've been around noon. It would be another couple hours before the Pokemon finally made it to the myriad of stairs at the base of the mountain, but he sighed with relief when he did. The summer sun was beating down hard today, and even a long drink from the river separating the mountain area from the rest of Hyrule wasn't enough after a while. The lucardevoir shrugged his shoulders, and with that he began trudging up the stairs.
Once he made it to the top, he was somewhat surprised to find a guard, in full armor, standing outside the main gate. He looked positively miserable in the heat of the sun, but despite that he put on a big smile, took a swig from the canteen at his hip, and stood at attention. "Welcome to Kakariko Village!" he exclaimed exuberantly, and the lucardevoir nodded and thanked him.
Walking through the gates, Lucardevoir was pretty taken aback by the sudden beauty he saw. Kakariko was a simple village. Some houses here and there, staircases leading to different tiers of the village... a windmill in the back, a well in front of it. It was a picturesque little town, complete with construction workers, kids running around, Cuccos roaming the town free (and a poor young woman chasing after them with little success).
Stepping forward into the town with the soft grass between his toes, the hybrid looked around. His eyes settled on an older man sitting in the shade of a tree, and Lucardevoir thought that, quite frankly, he looked like a pissy old man. Regardless, the Pokemon decided to approach him, smiling as he stood before the man. "Uh, hello sir. My name's Lucardevoir, and I've just come to town. Is there an inn nearby that I could rent a room from?"
"Eh? A room? Well, in the graveyard near the back of Kakar--" the man started to speak, before a loud crashing noise from the construction site caused him to almost instantaneously turn, red in the face, and start screaming at the top of his lungs. "You incompetent cretins! What in the Goddess' names do I pay you for?! I swear, you lot are good for nothing!" Totally ignoring Lucardevoir at this point, the old man strode toward the site, the workers apologizing profusely for dropping a wooden beam loudly. Their words fell on deaf ears, though, as the old man continued his incessant tirade.
Uh... was all Lucardevoir could think, watching the commotion for a moment before turning his head a bit to see if he could find the pathway. Sure enough, a path broke off near the back of town, past the large stone wall protecting the village. Heading that way quickly to avoid the crushing verbal assault, Lucardevoir was quick to find himself in the dark, quiet graveyard.
The place was a derelict, save for a young boy that looked like he was patrolling the grounds. Upon spotting the hybrid, the boy perked up and scurried toward him. Standing half Lucardevoir's height, the boy puffed out his chest. "Hey now! Don't be messing with these graves! Dampe will beat your butt when he wakes up soon!"
Raising an eyebrow, Lucardevoir shrugged. "Alright... speaking of Dampe, is he the one I should talk to about finding a room to stay in for the night?" Lucardevoir had made note of a small wooden shack at the edge of the graveyard, presumably the gravekeeper's quarters. "I need someplace to stay for just tonight."
The boy sighed. "Did that old man say there was a room for rent back here again? Why does he do that? No, sorry. There's no room here..." Suddenly, it clicked in Lucardevoir's mind, and he grimaced.
"Egh... that's a pretty sick joke..." he murmured, realizing that the carpenter had been telling him to "get a bed" by going and dying somewhere. What a bundle of sunshine. The sun was getting lower. It was still plenty light out, but it was getting to be late afternoon. Alright, I have to think of something... "Thanks for the help, little guy." At the risk of being a bit curt, the hybrid turned and hurried back toward town.
On his way down the path, he bumped into a man wearing a dark cape and dark pants. "Oh, excuse me..." Lucardevoir muttered, and received a quick "No problem." in response. Turning as the man walked by him, the hybrid realized it wasn't a man at all. At least not completely; all the Pokemon saw before the man turned a corner was the tail end of the cape and what looked to be the tip of a snowy white tail.
Shrugging it off, Lucardevoir found himself back in town in a matter of minutes. Asking around, he discovered the time to Goron City was roughly an hour's walk. That would put him right around sundown, which would be perfect. His decision made, he headed for the Death Mountain Trail gate at the opposite end of town.
After discussing with the guard for a moment that he wanted passage (and being told that he looked a lot like some strange "Keaton mask" that the guard wanted for his kid's birthday, just white and blue instead of yellow and black), Lucardevoir was allowed to pass through the gate. Finally, he could continue on his way.
It took plenty of speed and patience, but the hybrid had plenty of both in reserve. After dodging the hopping spider menaces known as Tektites and sidestepping his fair share of dangerous rolling boulders, he was here. As the moon started to creep up over the horizon much like the sun had at the beginning of the day, the Pokemon was happy to see torches lighting the entrance to the ancient city. With a spring in his step, Lucardevoir walked into the empty hallway. After the 20-foot stretch, another doorway finally showed the true beauty of Goron City.
Opening up into a vast expanse of a cave, the wide open area was circular and tiered in height. It looked like there were houses carved into the rock, and they were littered around the circular track. There were many layers and levels to the city, all painstakingly carved out of the cave. In the center at the bottom, Lucardevoir could see an enormous vase, at least two stories high, with various markings and hieroglyphs depicting the goron race.
Speaking of gorons, Lucardevoir could see plenty of the residents of the city mulling about. Some walked, some rolled in balls like pill bugs. The town seemed built to allow such forms of travel, which was a nice touch he imagined. All this being taken in at once, and he jumped when he heard a deep voice beside him welcome him to the city. The hybrid whipped around to see a larger goron standing beside him. He must have been two feet taller than the Pokemon, and at least that many times his width.
"Oh, I didn't mean to startle you!" the goron exclaimed, apologizing. He didn't sound threatening or anything, bowing in his apology. "Sorry about that. My name is Bornum, and I'm here as the greeter to the city! Glad you could make it up here!"
Nodding, Lucardevoir smiled and introduced himself. "Thanks. I'm Lucardevoir. I came to spend the day here tomorrow, but seeing as how Kakariko had no inn, I decided to make my way up tonight. Speaking of which, is there an inn here?" He sighed with relief when Bornum nodded, grinning. "Fantastic, could you show me where it is?"
"Here, actually..." Bornum murmured, opening a chest that was nearby him. It was filled with small scrolls, one of which he handed to the hybrid. It was a tourist map of the city, showing all the shops and areas of interest. "The in is... here, on the second level of the city. However, I will admit to you... they do charge a tourist's price, if you know what I mean."
Of course, people are willing to part with more on vacation. The Pokemon nodded, hanging onto the scroll. "Thanks for the information. Is there anywhere that you could recommend that's relatively cheaper?"
"Certainly! I actually help a lot of tourists here. Truth be told, I just let them stay in my house for the evening." Smiling warmly, the goron pointed out an area of the map right up on the top layer of the city, where they were now. "If you'd like, I have a spare bedroom I keep for guests!" The bulky man was beaming, his grin wide.
Lucardevoir knew the goron race was famous for its hospitality, and as such decided to take up Bornum on his deal. Allowing the goron to escort him, he took in all the facts and features of the city that his new tour guide was spouting out. They passed a few shops in the upper layer, each storekeeper greeting the tourist happily, before reaching a hole in the wall with a door and a window.
"And here we are! Hope you haven't eaten dinner yet, because it should be just about ready to come out of the oven!" Opening the door for the hybrid, he allowed the smaller creature to step in before him, closing the door behind him. It was like nothing the Pokemon had ever seen before. "It's not much, but hey, it's home."
I'll say... wow... The house had all of five rooms: the kitchen and dining area, the living room, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. Everything was lit by torches and candles, none of which seemed to ever burn out. Apparently, Dodongo blood could hold an everlasting flame, and was especially bright compared to most torches. Everything was also much larger than the hybrid was used to; the chairs, beds, and everything else were more accommodating for the goron, let alone a smaller tourist like himself.
Leading the lucardevoir to a seat at the table (and laughing heartily when Lucardevoir was chest-high with the table), Bornum headed for the kitchen area. "Just a moment. I know tourists can't eat rocks quite like we gorons do. Thankfully, I've discovered that there's plenty of delicious cuisine around Hyrule, and I've learned some great recipes from other guests who have stayed with me! I hope you like baked Deku Baba!"
"I've never had it. I'd be happy to try it though!" Lucardevoir exclaimed, watching the goron as he opened his oven. He could see the small heatwave come from the oven as the fire burned inside, cooking a dish that looked amazing from where he was sitting. It made the hybrid's stomach growl just thinking about it, and when Bornum carefully grabbed the pan and set it on the stone table with little trouble (it seemed they were mostly impervious to heat and burns), it made Lucardevoir salivate. Time for some Deku Baba, then... mmm... Lucardevoir couldn't wait to dig in; it smelled delicious.
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"Oof... oh, Barnum, that was so amazing..." Lucardevoir mumbled, sitting back in his seat. His plate was completely empty, and his stomach was so full with Deku Baba that it was firm to the touch. There was still plenty of the dish left on the main platter, and before he could cover his mouth, the lucardevoir let out a loud, lewd belch. "Eep, excuse me..."
Barnum laughed heartily, patting his shoulder as the blushing Pokemon covered his mouth. "That's a sign of thanks in the goron culture, actually. It lets the chef know he did a good job. I'm glad you enjoyed it!" The goron had helped himself to a little bit of the meal, but had in fact eaten very little. "Looks like we have some leftovers. Or I do, rather." Stomach growling, Barnum stood and grabbed the platter. He set it in what looked like a stone cabinet, but was in fact a heating area. It was difficult to refrigerate food here in the city, especially when built at the base of a volcanic mountain, so it was rare to have leftovers. Chances were that he would eat the rest later today. If he had room, of course...
Lucardevoir smiled, content with simply sitting in his chair and letting his food settle in his stomach. He watched Barnum as the goron came back to sit by him again, and they resumed their chatter for a few minutes. The goron was such an outgoing, simple guy. Lucardevoir couldn't help but be happier by just being around him.
However, as time went on, the goron's gut growled louder and louder. Finally, Barnum had to stop. "Hey, sorry, just a second. I gotta get some food." Suddenly, his face went beet red and he sat there for a moment. "Uh... actually..." he trailed off, looking at Lucardevoir.
"Something wrong, Barnum?" the hybrid asked, tilting his head curiously. Something was clearly on the goron's mind, but he couldn't decipher what it was. He hoped by now, a few hours after arriving in the city, that his new friend would be able to confide in him. Thankfully, that's exactly what he did.
"Well you see, I'm really hungry, and... Well one day I had a guest over and I was so busy with cooking and cleaning that I forgot to eat. And.. well... I had tossed out the food, but I noticed the guest and I was shocked that I wondered what um... what it'd be like to... to eat them."
In a split second, everything clicked. The Pokemon knew exactly where this was going, and he suddenly understood why the goron had eaten so little of the dish he had prepared. Instead of horror or shock, Lucardevoir's mouth widened into a large grin. "You're into vorarephilia, aren't you?"
Barnum blinked, unsure of what that meant. When Lucardevoir clarified that he meant that the goron liked to eat other people, he sheepishly nodded. "I always let them out, but... for the time they're inside me, it feels so... so good." Just saying these things out loud was enough to make the large goron blush hard, and it only made the hybrid happier to hear it.
"Barnum, I'd very much like to be your meal tonight." The Pokemon was even more pleased with the goron's excited reaction, and hearing his belly growl in anticipation only made Lucardevoir more eager to see Barnum from the inside. Standing from his chair, he went and joined the goron as he sat on his stone sofa. Hopping up effortlessly, he plopped down on the hard surface and seated himself beside the large goron with an assuredly large belly to accompany him.
"So, anything special I can do for you...?" the goron asked sheepishly, and the lucardevoir shook his head and grinned.
"Oh, it's fine. This'll be fun as it is." Lucardevoir smoothly repositioned himself, sliding up and turning himself so he was sitting on his new friend's lap, looking at him. "Just no teeth, of course... Gotta get out in one piece, after all!"
The goron nodded fervently, clearly excited about what was going to happen; his rather girthed "excitement" was poking the Pokemon in the stomach. When the hybrid nodded and signaled that he was ready to go, the goron's salivating mouth opened wide. With his great strength, he effortlessly picked up the smaller hybrid and lifted him right up, holding him like a hotdog with little difficulty. Finally prepped himself, Barnum brought Lucardevoir closer and began stuffing his own face with the Pokemon's.
What was a brightly-lit room suddenly became much darker for the lucardevoir, as he felt a somewhat familiar sensation of constriction surround him. Gorons didn't have long snouts like other predators he had encountered, so it only took a moment to have his own nose pressing up on the back of the goron's throat. Despite the sudden enclosing of his head, Lucardevoir couldn't help but notice it was still a bit roomier than other maws he'd been introduced to.
Feeling something poke the back of his throat, Barnum took his first gulp. Suddenly, several inches of his friend lurched forward into his maw as his powerful muscles dragged in their latest meal, his throat suddenly bulging as an outline of the hybrid's head started sliding down slowly, inching toward his growling, hungry belly.
"Ooh..." Lucardevoir muttered as he was suddenly yanked forward, his body now coated quite heavily in goron saliva. He could feel Barnum's hot breath as peristalsis dragged him down, going a bit slowly but very steadily. It seemed his body had plenty of practice, which only made the process that much easier for the lucardevoir as he suddenly heard a noisy thump, thump, thump beside him. He was already to his torso inside the goron, and his head was passing his friend's heart on his way down.
Barnum greedily forced the lucardevoir in, gulping and swallowing, sliding his tongue along the hybrid's lithe form. It was easy for him to take in with such a wide mouth, and even once he was up to the lucardevoir's infamous hips it wouldn't be any trouble. The outline of his friend's head was gone, already sinking far enough down that it was hidden beneath the goron's already hefty middle. After a couple more hard swallows, the goron found himself at those delicious blue buns he had been gawking at since he first saw them on the Pokemon.
Lucardevoir felt his nose touching what felt like the end of the road. However, he knew what it really was. He was starting to push up against the entrance to what would be his bedroom for the night. Just beneath him, he could hear the familiar growling of a stomach ready for its meal. Once he felt the goron's mouth on his large blue ass, he smirked. Sure enough, as soon as the goron swallowed to get it in, he could only imagine the thought of a puffy-cheeked Barnum as he was pushed up against the entrance and it began to slide open over his snout.
Finally, Barnum could feel his friend emptying out into his gut. With the sudden wave of food coming in, he tilted his head back and grabbed the lucardevoir's little feet. Using them to direct the rest of the hybrid's body, the goron started pushing him down in. Gulping and pushing him in, Barnum's cock stiffened quickly as he felt a sudden rush of satisfaction radiating from his stomach. In only a couple seconds, the huge outline of the lucardevoir's large butt in his throat started to slide down, and with a couple gulps it too disappeared into his middle. All that was left were a few dangling footpaws, and one more swallow sealed the deal.
"Oof! Whoa!" Lucardevoir exclaimed as he was suddenly hefted completely vertical and forced downward quickly. He could feel the goron pushing down on him, and it showed; it only took all of ten seconds for his entire body to dump into the surprisingly roomy stomach. He could feel the walls lurching and pulsing, and they gave off a low gurgle. There was plenty of space for him relative to other bellies he'd been in, even when it momentarily constricted and he heard a booming rush of air from outside before relaxing again.
The goron looked down at his gut, petting it softly. Shockingly, it was hardly noticeable that he had just consumed another living being whole. His stomach walls were tough and taut, and his belly was already pretty massive. Nevertheless, he could feel his meal shifting around inside, and it felt amazing as expected from a living dinner. "Doing alright in there?" he asked, looking down at his stomach. He wanted to make sure that his buddy was going to be comfortable before he went to the bedroom to relieve his large, erect manhood.
In response, all he got was a soft push on his stomach walls and a relaxed "Couldn't be better."
