I posted this in a request thread, but was rather proud of it and concerned that it was missed. So I think it was deserving of it's own thread for those interested. Saria is Kokiri (elf girl) from The Legend of Zelda. I'll let the story speak for itself:
It was late one afternoon in the lost woods. Saria, feeling lonely after Link had left, was busy practicing her Ocarina. Sitting on the same old stump in the middle of the same old ruins, she tried remembering one of the songs she heard Link play, back when he would still visit her from time to time and play the ocarina with her.
"he called it the song of time," she said to herself as she fumbled with the notes. It took her awhile, but eventually she had it, it was an eary song, one she didn't quite like at first, but the more she played, the more hypnotising she found it. As she repeated the verse, she started to feel very tired. She stopped playing, and to her surprise, heard the song continue to echo around her, hypnotizing her into a deep sleep. She tried to stand, but simply fell to the ground, unconscious.
When she awoke, everything looked different. The sky was a pale yellow, the trees all seemed overgrown and mangled, and everything seemed a little ... smaller. She looked at herself, she was older! But she was a Kokiri, how could she age? Kokiri were supposed to remain children forever. Looking at her reflection in a nearby puddle she noticed that she seemed to have advanced to the age of about 18. She looked like a beautiful young Hylian elf princess, wearing a Kokiri outfit.
Thats when she noticed that her outfit too, wasn't quite the same. It was now bigger, to better fit her new body, though not perfectly. She still wore the green and black tunic and hat, but they fit a bit smaller and tighter than she liked. Her brown boots were still on her feet, but the felt a bit larger and looser than she liked. She was also wearing a pair of very sheer teal tights that rapped very tightly around legs, feet, and waist, and under the short tunic.
In the distance, she heard the trample of moblins approaching. Her first instinct was to run the kokiri path. This was a small escape route she was used to gliding through when moblins had wandered into the forest. Had she remembered her new size, she may have been able to scurry off quietly, but her heavier steps were heard by the Moblin's wolves, and they quickly gave chase.
Saria scurried up the wall as fast as she could. Though stronger now, the vines that she was used to climbing could no longer hold her weight, and they tore off the wall leaving her hanging precariously with hand hanging tightly onto a foothold above. If she could just get her other hand over the top of the wall she would be able to pull herself up. She had almost made it, when she felt something grab the foot of her right boot and try to pull her down.
Partly in thanks to the looseness of the boot, and the slipperiness of her tights, she easily slipped out of the boot and climbed over the wall. She dropped to the ground, and favoring her stocking foot she fell heavily on her left foot. A searing pain went up her leg, and she sat on the ground rubbing her ankle with her hand inside her remaining boot. Fortunately, she did not sprain it, and the pain disappeared within a few moments.
But she had spent too long tending to her pain, and the wolves, now knowing her scent from the boot, had found her again and were giving chase. Instincually, she darted up and ran for the small hole that she normally scurried through when chased by monsters. Though still a tiny and slim elf girl to you and me, she had underestimated the new size of her breasts, and soon found herself stuck with her head and arms poking out one direction, and her legs poking out the endangered end. She attempted to force her way through, but only succeeded in tearing away her tight tunic exposing her now very vulnerable breasts and tummy. She was now only wearing her sheer tights and one boot.
She suddenly heard laughing behind her. It was the moblins laughing at her new predicament. Finding her hat on the ground below her kicking legs, one of the moblims pulled a feather from it, and began tickling her exposed stocking foot. Saria was intensely ticklish, especially on her breasts and feet. And now, in this more mature, sexual body, her ticklishness was heightened to great degree. The sheer material on her soft feet did nothing to protect her from the sensation, indeed they only heightened the ticklishness. They easily stripped her of her other boot, and began applying their feathers to her left stocking foot as well.
One of them had found a small hole in the tights on her right foot (most likely a torn during her run without her boot), and tore away the tight from that foot, leaving her right foot bare, and her left foot still stockinged. Both gingerly began tickling each foot, using a feather on the soft, completely uncalloused bare foot, and the other working his magic fingers on the sheer slippery stockinged left foot. She squeeled with laughter, unable to control her convulsions. She managed to spin around inside the whole, now facing up, with her beautiful young breasts and toes facing the dark yellow sun.
It was there that she saw a familiar face looking down at her. "Link?" she said confusedly. But he was much older looking, indeed, he appeared to be the same age as she appeared to be now. The tickling on her feet continued, and she spat in his face as she burst out laughing again.
"That's not very nice, Saria," Link said. His fingers playfully danced acrossed her sensitive breasts, as her laughter now reached critical mass. As she approached climax, her love juices began lubricitating her way through the hole. She managed to wiggle her feet away from the moblins, and reached her orgasm just as she slipped through the hole and fell at link's feet.
The Moblins looked through the hole confusedly to see what had happened to their ticklish prize. All they saw were arrows coming right for their faces. Link had shot them both right between the eyes, and they fell to the ground dead. The wolves ran off in fear.
At his feet lay a quivering little beauty clad only in torn teal tights. "Link, how could you?" she said in a tiny quivering voice.
"Well excuuuuse me princess, it worked didn't it?"
Mandrake
It was late one afternoon in the lost woods. Saria, feeling lonely after Link had left, was busy practicing her Ocarina. Sitting on the same old stump in the middle of the same old ruins, she tried remembering one of the songs she heard Link play, back when he would still visit her from time to time and play the ocarina with her.
"he called it the song of time," she said to herself as she fumbled with the notes. It took her awhile, but eventually she had it, it was an eary song, one she didn't quite like at first, but the more she played, the more hypnotising she found it. As she repeated the verse, she started to feel very tired. She stopped playing, and to her surprise, heard the song continue to echo around her, hypnotizing her into a deep sleep. She tried to stand, but simply fell to the ground, unconscious.
When she awoke, everything looked different. The sky was a pale yellow, the trees all seemed overgrown and mangled, and everything seemed a little ... smaller. She looked at herself, she was older! But she was a Kokiri, how could she age? Kokiri were supposed to remain children forever. Looking at her reflection in a nearby puddle she noticed that she seemed to have advanced to the age of about 18. She looked like a beautiful young Hylian elf princess, wearing a Kokiri outfit.
Thats when she noticed that her outfit too, wasn't quite the same. It was now bigger, to better fit her new body, though not perfectly. She still wore the green and black tunic and hat, but they fit a bit smaller and tighter than she liked. Her brown boots were still on her feet, but the felt a bit larger and looser than she liked. She was also wearing a pair of very sheer teal tights that rapped very tightly around legs, feet, and waist, and under the short tunic.
In the distance, she heard the trample of moblins approaching. Her first instinct was to run the kokiri path. This was a small escape route she was used to gliding through when moblins had wandered into the forest. Had she remembered her new size, she may have been able to scurry off quietly, but her heavier steps were heard by the Moblin's wolves, and they quickly gave chase.
Saria scurried up the wall as fast as she could. Though stronger now, the vines that she was used to climbing could no longer hold her weight, and they tore off the wall leaving her hanging precariously with hand hanging tightly onto a foothold above. If she could just get her other hand over the top of the wall she would be able to pull herself up. She had almost made it, when she felt something grab the foot of her right boot and try to pull her down.
Partly in thanks to the looseness of the boot, and the slipperiness of her tights, she easily slipped out of the boot and climbed over the wall. She dropped to the ground, and favoring her stocking foot she fell heavily on her left foot. A searing pain went up her leg, and she sat on the ground rubbing her ankle with her hand inside her remaining boot. Fortunately, she did not sprain it, and the pain disappeared within a few moments.
But she had spent too long tending to her pain, and the wolves, now knowing her scent from the boot, had found her again and were giving chase. Instincually, she darted up and ran for the small hole that she normally scurried through when chased by monsters. Though still a tiny and slim elf girl to you and me, she had underestimated the new size of her breasts, and soon found herself stuck with her head and arms poking out one direction, and her legs poking out the endangered end. She attempted to force her way through, but only succeeded in tearing away her tight tunic exposing her now very vulnerable breasts and tummy. She was now only wearing her sheer tights and one boot.
She suddenly heard laughing behind her. It was the moblins laughing at her new predicament. Finding her hat on the ground below her kicking legs, one of the moblims pulled a feather from it, and began tickling her exposed stocking foot. Saria was intensely ticklish, especially on her breasts and feet. And now, in this more mature, sexual body, her ticklishness was heightened to great degree. The sheer material on her soft feet did nothing to protect her from the sensation, indeed they only heightened the ticklishness. They easily stripped her of her other boot, and began applying their feathers to her left stocking foot as well.
One of them had found a small hole in the tights on her right foot (most likely a torn during her run without her boot), and tore away the tight from that foot, leaving her right foot bare, and her left foot still stockinged. Both gingerly began tickling each foot, using a feather on the soft, completely uncalloused bare foot, and the other working his magic fingers on the sheer slippery stockinged left foot. She squeeled with laughter, unable to control her convulsions. She managed to spin around inside the whole, now facing up, with her beautiful young breasts and toes facing the dark yellow sun.
It was there that she saw a familiar face looking down at her. "Link?" she said confusedly. But he was much older looking, indeed, he appeared to be the same age as she appeared to be now. The tickling on her feet continued, and she spat in his face as she burst out laughing again.
"That's not very nice, Saria," Link said. His fingers playfully danced acrossed her sensitive breasts, as her laughter now reached critical mass. As she approached climax, her love juices began lubricitating her way through the hole. She managed to wiggle her feet away from the moblins, and reached her orgasm just as she slipped through the hole and fell at link's feet.
The Moblins looked through the hole confusedly to see what had happened to their ticklish prize. All they saw were arrows coming right for their faces. Link had shot them both right between the eyes, and they fell to the ground dead. The wolves ran off in fear.
At his feet lay a quivering little beauty clad only in torn teal tights. "Link, how could you?" she said in a tiny quivering voice.
"Well excuuuuse me princess, it worked didn't it?"
Mandrake
Myriads put it very well 
