============================================================
============================================================

Formatting Instructions:
  1 -- Save to disc as ASCII text
  2 -- Open with Wordpad/Notepad
  3 -- Use "Word Wrap" or "Wrap to Window"
       Notepad command: (EDIT)
       Worpdad command: (VIEW --> OPTIONS)
  4 -- Enjoy!

Contact: grey228@hotmail.com

============================================================
============================================================

  Standard Disclaimer on adult material:

  Do not read, distribute, or otherwise expose
  to minors under penalty of death by (check one)

-- torture
-- feeding to the lions
-- having a living snake/gopher/flaming gerbil shoved up
   your ass (which is quite exquisite, according to Lara)

  By Order of the Chinese Imperial Police

============================================================
============================================================


.....Come my love, I'll tell you a tale,
of a boy and girl and, their love story.
And how he loved her, oh so much,
and all the charm she did possess...

  -- Willy Deville, Princess Bride Theme - Storybook Love


============================================================

  "Link...We're friends forever right?...Then help
me...Please help me..."
  He opened his eyes into the darkness. He sat up covered in
sweat. It was her again. Never had he dreamt so -- so
intensely.
  "Link?" a soft voice murmured beside him.
  The young man felt soft hands reach out and tenderly tug
at him.
  "Malon?"
  "Go back to sleep."
  Yes, sleep. That's probably the last thing I need, he
thought as he lay down with her warmth pressed against him.

************************************************************

  "Link!"
  The young man looked up.
  "Don't forget this," Malon handed him a thick coat, "It'll
keep you warm until you get back."
  She winked as he grabbed the garment.
  "Don't worry about it," Link pecked her on the cheek, "I'm
always up for *that*."
  "You troll!" she giggled and kissed him.
  "Hey you too!"
  The couple looked up to see her father shaking his fist
furiously at them.
  "There's time for that later!!"
  Malon blushed and kissed Link once more before she headed
off to the stables. He watched her run off as he mounted his
horse.
  "H'cha!" his boots dug into the mare's sides and she
whinnied before galloping off to the ranch's gates.

************************************************************

  "This goes to the castle," Talon grunted and hefted a jug.
  "And that one?" Link jerked his thumb.
  "The temple."
  "What temple?"
  "The one just beyond the market," the older man pointed to
a building in the distance.
  "I thought no one lived there," Link scratched his head
confused.
  Talon shrugged, "Must be now. The order came through
fairly late though. If it wasn't for Malon's sharp eye, I'd
a missed it."
  "Yeah," Link struggled under the weight, "Lucky me."
  "HAW!" Talon pounded his son in law on the back, "Lucky
you is right."
  Link stumbled and almost spilled the jug's contents. He
breathed a sigh of relief as the other man tottered away
with his batch.
  I am lucky, he told himself. He had met Malon quite by
accident at market years ago. Starving and penniless, she
took pity on him and offered what was his first meal in
days. After which he had followed her as a dog would ape its
master. A few weeks later, he had acquired a job as a
stable-hand on the ranch. As the years flew by, he grew
closer and closer to her until the day he found the courage
to ask her to marry him.
  Her father was at first, not overly glad that she had
taken a liking to such a character. The only thing Link had
on him were his clothes, which were rotting off his back and
a small clay ocarina. But as time wore on, Talon treated the
him like the son he never had.
  Link drifted back to the ocarina. He didn't remember where
it came from, or even how he came across it. But he did
remember how he serenaded Malon on those moonlit nights out
on the field. And how they first revealed their love for
each other in that storage shed far from prying eyes.
  Link remembered it as if it was yesterday.

============================================================


.....Now this did happen, once upon a time,
when things were not so complex.
And how he worshipped the ground she walked,
and when he looked her eyes, he became obsessed...

  -- Willy Deville, Princess Bride Theme - Storybook Love


============================================================

  "Psst!"
  Link looked up and saw Malon busy grooming the new foal.
No one else was with them, but what would she want with him?
He looked back down and focused on finishing doling out the
hay.
  "Hey! Link!!"
  He looked up and saw her standing their arms akimbo.
  "What do you want done now?"
  Malon blinked.
  "Are you going anywhere tonight?"
  Link did a double take, "Why?"
  She bit her lip and looked down, "Tonight's the harvest
festival, remember?"
  "Huh?" he scratched his ear uncomprehending.
  "Well?" Malon waited for an answer.
  "Well what?"
  "Are you coming with me?"
  "Sure, I guess."
  "Really?" she looked up and smiled, "Okay, I'll see you at
the storage shed after supper."
  "What? Which one?"
  "The one at the far end of the ranch," she waved and left
the stable.

************************************************************

  Link couldn't wait as he stamped his feet and tried to
ignore the cold. After dinner, he snuck out of the stable
where he slept and brought his ocarina along. He didn't know
why, but he had some strange feeling he wanted to bring it
along.
  The shed loomed like a tower in the pitch darkness. What
am I doing out here, he wondered as he rubbed and tried to
warm himself.
  The door creaked open slowly and he saw her head poke out.
  "Hey!" she beckoned him.
  Link followed her inside. His eyes adjusted to the
dimness. Malon was wearing a lacy white dress. He gulped as
he saw her blazing red hair draped seductively over her bare
shoulders.
  "Wow. Look who's the romantic," she giggled.
  "Huh?" he blinked, "Oh, I just thought I'd bring it
along."
  "That's sweet," she smiled.
  Link felt his ears, and other parts burn.
  "So what do I do now?"
  "Please," Malon knelt down on the spread, "Sit."
  Link sat down beside her. There were a bunch of cups and
plates neatly arranged on the tablecloth. Small, dainty
pastries were on each plate and the cups had some dark fluid
in them.
  "Here," she handed him a dish. He looked at her
cautiously, unsure what to do.
  "Eat it silly."
  He bit into it gingerly while she looked on.
  "How is it?"
  He blinked, "It's -- great."
  Malon smiled, "Here try this," she handed him another one.
  "Um, I just ate y'know?"
  Her eyes fell to the floor, "Oh."
  "Er, Malon?" Link chewed the pastry slowly, "What -- what
am I supposed to do?"
  "What do you mean?" she fluttered her eyes.
  "This harvest festival, I never heard of it."
  "Oh I wager you're still new to all the stuff that's
happening around here, hmm?" Malon swayed in the lamplight,
"It's best to just think of it as a night when two people
get together and --" she blushed.
  "-- and what?" he asked.
  Malon's face burned even redder.
  "Seriously," he pressed, "I -- I don't know."
  "Really?" she laughed, "Come one Link. Are you kidding
me?"
  "No," he smiled like an idiot, "Come on Malon, don't leave
me out in the dark!"
  Her eyes searched his before she emitted a gasp.
  "What's wrong?" he asked startled.
  "You really don't know do you?" she hid her smile.
  "That's what I've been telling you all along!"
  They sat in embarrassed silence for a while.
  "So, tell me Link, was -- who was your mother?"
  "Huh?" he looked up.
  "Who were your parents?"
  "I -- I don't know," he stammered, "I uh, never knew who
they were."
  Malon looked down, "Mama died when I was young."
  Link sat silent, unsure of what to say.
  "I was so small she could take me everywhere with her,"
she sighed, "One day I was walking along the river bank when
I heard some horses nearby. I went over to see them when
they bolted towards me. Mama, she heard me. Heard my cry and
came over to see what was going on. There were so many,
Link. I couldn't count them."
  He sat enraptured by her tale.
  "When I came to, father said mama had gone to market,"
Malon wiped the tears from her eyes, "I waited three days
for her to come back."
  Link held her hands as she shook off her tears.
  "I'm sorry," she began.
  "Don't be."
  Malon shook her head, "It's supposed to be a happy
occasion tonight."
  He felt her hands slide away, "I know something to cheer
us up."
  "What?"
  "Where's that ocarina of yours?"
  "Right here," he held it up.
  "I'll teach you a song," she clasped his hands, "It's a
song mama sung to me when I went to bed."
  "Sure," he felt her fingers guide him along the
instrument.
  A soft flow of notes followed as he played her song.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

--0------0------0----------
----0------0------0---0----
------0------0------0---0--
---------------------------
---------------------------

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  "That's lovely," he said as she finished.
  They sat in silence, unsure of what else to say.
  Malon was shivering.
  "Are you cold?"
  "Not really."
  But he heard her teeth chattering.
  "What are you doing?" she watched him set aside the plates
and cups and gather up the tablecloth.
  "Here," he draped it over her.
  "My hero," she gazed at him with shining eyes, "Come on.
We'll share it."
  "It hardly enough for you," he said hoarsely.
  "It's all right," she smiled and held one end open for
him.
  Link heard her sigh as he snuggled up close. Her scent
wafted through his nostrils.
  "I feel like I can share everything with you."
  "Me -- me too."
  She kicked off her shoes, "Okay. In that case, I -- I have
a confession to make."
  "What is it?" Link knelt and faced her.
  "There isn't anything called a harvest festival."
  He felt his throat tighten, "What do you mean?"
  "I mean I made it up," her eyes shimmered in the soft glow
of the lantern.
  Link gulped, "So what are we doing out here? Why are you
out here?"
  "Don't you remember?" she whispered.
  "Remember what?"
  She swayed a bit before answering, "Today is seven years
to the day we first met."
  "You mean at market?"
  Malon nodded, "Are you mad?"
  "Not really. I just wondered why you couldn't just tell
me."
  "Well I figured tonight deserved something more than just
words," she brushed her hair aside, "And there was something
else too."
  "Sure," he grinned, "I'm listening."
  "Not now," she shied away, "I -- I guess I can't. Not
right now."
  "Not now?" he wondered aloud, "Then that'll have to wait
until the next harvest festival, eh?"
  "Stop that!" she threw some loose straw at him, "This is
serious!"
  "Okay, okay," Link stopped laughing and took up her hands,
"I promise I won't laugh."
  "All right," she blushed, "What's the silliest dream you
ever had?"
  "Huh?" Link looked at her confused.
  "You know," she looked up at him, "Ever dream about being
someone in a fairy tale? Like a prince or a king?"
  He shook his head, "Not really. You?"
  "I always wanted to be a princess."
  "Princess?"
  "Yeah," she swayed under his gaze, "And I always wanted a
knight on a horse to come riding through and carry me far
away."
  "Where?"
  "I dunno," she said softly, "Just anywhere I guess. I
never really travel much with the work here."
  Link chuckled and stood.
  "Where are you going?" she looked at him confused.
  He strode over to where a saddle rested on a wooden post
and sat up on it.
  Malon laughed, "Who are you? Sir Link now?"
  He gave her a silly grin, "Come on. It's not a real horse,
but we can always pretend."
  She gleefully hopped into his arms, "Oh, take me away! Far
away! Take me to your enchanted castle!"
  "Sure enough milady," he clucked his tongue and mimicked a
gallop.
  Malon closed her eyes and hugged him, "Oh hurry Link! The
evil wizard has sent his minions! Hurry or we'll be caught!"
  "Look, the enchanted castle," Link set her down easily,
"Run off there," he pointed to the loft.
  "How to I get up there my hero?"
  "Here," Link pushed her up so she could grab the side and
hoist her up.
  He pushed her feet up as far as he could. Malon grunted as
she climbed up. The young man was so preoccupied with what
he was doing, that he wasn't aware that he was staring
straight up her dress. He snapped to his senses though, when
he realized that she was wearing absolutely nothing
underneath.
  Nothing.
  No wonder she was cold.
  Something between his legs stiffened. Link swallowed hard
and hopped about in a vain attempt to jounce it back into
position. His hands reached down to hide it when Malon poked
her head down.
  "How are you going to get up here?"
  "Uh, just a moment," his hands drew away as he saw a cart
tilted against the wall. He launched off its back and
clambered up the loft.
  "Now that we're up here, we're safe aren't we?" she looked
over the edge, "Oh I forgot about the lantern."
  "I'll get it," he got back down and blew out the flame.
  Malon was barely visible in the moonlight which sifted
through the window next to them.
  "Aren't you going to come back up?"
  "In a moment," Link felt around for his ocarina.
  "What are you doing?" she called out.
  A soft flow of notes flowed from below.
  Malon closed her eyes and hummed to the music.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  The last notes died away and Link took a deep bow.
  "Milady."
  "A hero and a gentleman," she giggled, "Oh Sir Link come
hither!"
  He clambered up to the loft once more and was greeted by
an angel wrapped in a tablecloth.
  "Oh Link," she squeezed him, "I've had more fun tonight
than I can remember in a long time!"
  "Hey Malon?"
  "What?"
  "Why," he cleared his throat, "Why are you wearing a
dress?"
  He heard her breath pause before answering, "Girls always
wear dresses silly."
  "Even when you ride?" he chided her.
  Malon chuckled, "Well, tonight's special."
  Link felt his pulse rise as he said the next few words,
"But you'd wouldn't be so cold if you put on something more
than that."
  She stood back and narrowed her eyes, "What are you
saying?"
  "I um -- I uh -- I -- I uh, saw underneath y'know?" his
hand gestured.
  "What did you see?" her eyes widened.
  "Ev--everything," he gulped.
  She gasped and drew the tablecloth around herself tightly.
  "It was an accident," he squeaked lamely, "I'm sorry. I
promise I won't say anything."
  Link began to move away when he felt her hand on his.
  "It's -- it's okay," her eyes were downcast, "I just
thought -- I'm sorry."
  He tried to leave but she held on.
  "Uh Malon?" he tried to shake off her hand, "I'd better
go."
  "Link," she drew closer, "Remember when I said I had
something to say earlier?"
  "About being a princess? Yeah I remember."
  "No!" her cry had a sense of urgency, "It's, it's not
that."
  "What is it then?"
  "I -- I --- I --- still --- can't," she released her grip
and sat down, "Maybe you should go to bed."
  "What about you?"
  "I'll stay here for a while."
  "It's dangerous out here," Link said with worry in his
voice, "You'll be better off at the house."
  "I'll be fine," she drew the cloth closer around herself.
  "I've heard stories of monsters wandering into campsites
before."
  She hugged her knees tightly and didn't answer.
  "I'm serious," he pleaded, "I can't go to sleep knowing
something bad might happen to you!"
  "I know," she gazed at him longingly, "So won't my knight
protect me?"
  "Malon. I --"
  He saw her eyes shining in the darkness.
  "We're going to be in big trouble if -- if someone finds
us here tomorrow."
  "Maybe," she whispered and pulled him down, "But as my
knight you have to do what I say right?"
  "I -- I guess."
  "Then kiss me."
  Link sucked in his breath, "What did you just say?"
  "Kiss me," she shut her eyes and puckered up.
  "I never -- um, did this before," he shifted nervously.
  "How hard can it be?"
  "Malon," he tried to shove her off, "I want to, but --"
  "But what?" she said softly, "As your lady I command you.
Kiss me."
  Link sighed and relented, "Okay. Just once."
  "Just once," she closed her eyes.
  He bent close and hovered briefly before her face,
savoring the moment before he pressed his face onto hers.
  This wasn't so bad, he thought, but Malon soon pulled
away.
  "What's wrong?"
  "Wait," her voice rasped, "I -- just wait."
  He watched her stand up and shrug off her dress. His jaw
dropped as he feasted his eyes on her naked, supple body.
  "What -- are -- you -- doing?" he began to pant. He felt
his dick harden.
  "What I wanted to do when I asked you out here," she knelt
down and kissed him again.
  Link groaned as she began tugging off his shirt. A shock
of pleasure ran through his body as Malon nuzzled his neck
and began helping him take off his clothes. She took his
semi erect dick between her hands and examined it with
wonder and curiosity.
  "So that's what it looks like up close," she was bent low
enough for him to feel her breath.
  "Malon," Link panted and tried not to stare, "This - I've
- this is - I've never done this before."
  "Me neither," she bit her lip, "Don't laugh if -- if I do
something moronic okay?"
  He gave her a weak smile, "D-do you know what to do?"
  "I've watched the horses," she looked up with yearning in
her eyes.
  "Yeah, me too."
  She smiled, "Did you ever think about -- about me when you
watched them?"
  He felt his ears burn as he replied, "I always wondered
what -- what you'd -- what you'd look like doing that."
  "Link," Malon giggled and blushed, "You're terrible."
  "What about you?" his throat was dry, "Did you--?"
  "Everytime I --," she blushed again, "I always thought
about -- about what yours looked like."
  "You're worse than me," he touched her face hesitantly,
"Do you want to? You might have a child."
  She looked at him with shining eyes, "There's no other man
I want for -- for this."
  "And there's no other woman I want to do this with," he
drew her near and kissed her deeply.
  Malon's hands ran down and fondled his dick while his ran
through her red haired bush. He bent low and nuzzled her
breasts. She emitted a playful squeal as he gently nibbled
her nipples. She gently pushed him off and got on all fours.
  "So, I s'pose this is it hmm?" she craned her head around.
  "Yeah," Link placed a kiss on her butt.
  He stooped until her ass was at eye level.
  "Where now?"
  "You don't know?" Malon looked back with worried eyes.
  "I didn't watch the horses that much," he chuckled.
  She sighed and brushed her hair aside, "Well try one. I'll
tell you if it's the right one."
  "How would you know?"
  "I'll know silly," she grinned at him, "A woman knows
these things."
  Link gently smacked her butt, "Okay. I'll trust you."
  "Just --!"
  "What?"
  "Just go slow and easy okay?" her voice held a trace of
fear, "Try something small first."
  "Like what?" he looked around.
  "Maybe just a finger okay?"
  "All right," Link kissed her shoulder, "You just tell me
if it hurts then."
  Malon eased back and braced herself. He looked at the two
likely spots for him to go.
  Hmm, one of them I know is for er -- I wonder which one?
Maybe this one? He pressed his index finger against her
asshole. She let out a sigh and wiggled her butt to
encourage him further. He slowly pressed further when she
cried out.
  "Malon?"
  "I -- I don't think that's it," she was shaking her head,
"Try -- try the other one."
  "Okay," his throat was dry. He moved his digit to the
other place near her small patch of red hair.
  "It's so small ---"
  "Just push in," her breaths were coming out heavier.
  Link slowly shoved his finger in, half expecting her to
cry out again.
  "Malon?"
  She was quiet, but her hips began a swaying back and forth
motion. Link felt her warmth around his finger as she began
to moan.
  "I think I found it," he smiled as he watched her move her
body.
  "P-put in an-another one."
  "Sure," Link inserted another digit into her cunt and
heard her release a satisfied sigh.
  He watched fascinated now as Malon kept moving her herself
on his fingers. Her hole became more and more relaxed and
his fingers began to feel wet and slippery.
  "Oh," she struggled for breath, "Hmm."
  Malon began to slam herself furiously against him and a
sweet, nutty musk came forth. Its aroma drove Link wild as
he began rubbing his dick with his other free hand.
Suddenly, she cried out.
  "Malon!?" he froze in fear, "Did I--?"
She flipped over and savagely kissed him.
  "Link," she panted, "Mmmmmnnngggnhn!" she licked the
pungent glop that covered his fingers.
  "You okay?" he was a little scared by her sudden cry.
  "Yes," her eyes oozed lust as she licked her lips and bent
down before him.
  "What are you --- oooohh --- aaahhh," Link felt her lips
on the tip of his dick. Malon's tongue flicked out and
lapped up the sparkling pre-cum.
  "Yummmmnnggh," her words were muffled as she swallowed his
dick inch by inch.
  Link leaned back and tried to remember anything that felt
like this; nothing even came close. He simply never done
that felt this good before. He watched as her head began to
bob up and down, her spit dribbling down his shaft.
  "Uh. Faster," he begged her with ragged breaths, "Faster.
Ungh."
  She tightened her lips around his shaft and moved her head
more and more. He felt her tongue run itself all around him;
Link couldn't stand it anymore. The feeling of Malon's
vibrant mouth and the smell of her sex drove him over the
edge. A weird feeling surfaced in his crotch, one he had
never felt before.
  Was it an urge to piss? It almost felt like it. He tried
desperately to hold it back. He didn't want to do that while
she was sucking down there, but he couldn't hold it forever.
  "Uh Malon," he tried to form words, "I -- uh. I'm -- uh.
Ungh, uh, uh, ungh!!"
  Her eyes grew wide as he shot into her waiting mouth.
Malon gagged as she drew her head up and coughed violently.
Spurts of white stuff started coming out of his pee hole.
  "Aaaaahhh," Link sat breathless as he gazed at her. She
was trying hard to catch her breath.
  "I - I'm sorry! You all right?" he began to sound worried.
  She held up a hand and gagged slightly, "I'm okay."
  "Did I - do something --?"
  "No," she smiled weakly, "I just didn't expect -- I didn't
expect it."
  "Sorry."
  "It's okay," Malon came up and hugged him. The corner of
her mouth dripped some of the white glop. He looked at her
with curiosity.
  "You know it tastes a bit like," she smacked her lips,
"Like milk cream."
  "Really?" he pulled her close and kissed her.
  "Yummy?" she smiled as he drew away.
  Link nodded and nuzzled her neck.
  "What about yours?" he whispered in her ear.
  "My what?"
  "Yours," he reached down and fingered her cunt, "You got
all of it last time."
  "I --- oooh," Malon gushed as he began stroking her.
  She lay down and watched his fingers slide in and out. Her
hands began to massage her breasts and she let out a small
moan as he began to move his fingers deeper and faster.
Because of the position of his hand, his thumb kept going
over a nub on above her slit. He didn't know what he was
really doing, but the more he did it, the louder she got
until finally -- "Aaaahnnnhhh!!" Malon's hips bucked as she
felt an intense shock ran through her body.
  Link smiled as he pulled his fingers out and tasted the
juices she had selfishly lapped up earlier.
  "Tastes like -- like --"
  "Like what?" she asked expectantly.
  "Like your pastries," he winked.
  "Flatterer," Malon pouted and sucked on his fingers
seductively.
  "I've never seen the horses do that," he grinned wryly.
  "Me neither," she hugged him, "I -- I don't know what came
over me."
  Link draped his arms around her, "What ever is it was, I
hope it happens again soon!"
  She giggled and playfully shoved him away, "You troll!"
  He smiled and grabbed her by the waist, "Hey, you still up
for our baby?"
  Malon nodded and lay back down on the pile of hay, "At
least we know what goes where now."
  "Yeah," he felt his dick harden again as he crawled on top
of her.
  She sighed and helped him in. Malon's mouth formed a
silent 'O' as the head of his dick slowly pushed apart her
cunt. It felt *thick*. Thicker than any of his fingers.
Thicker than anything she could have imagined.
  "Oooohhh," Malon groaned softly as Link pushed his flesh
stick in deeper and deeper.
  He let out a relieved sigh as he settled on top of her.
  "Umh," he struggled to ready himself, "Okay?"
  "Umm hmm," she nodded and urged him on.
  Malon suddenly cried out in panic as he began to move his
hips.
  "Link!" she clutched him tightly, "D-don't -- go -- so
fast! It h-hurts -- a little. Just a little."
  "Okay. Okay," he bit his lip and forced himself to slow
down.
  She slowed her breathing as he began to stroke her deep
and slow. Malon blew softly into his ear as her legs slid up
and clasped his waist.
  "That's it," she let out a satisfied sigh, "That's it. Hmm
aaaah ---"
  She ran her hand through his hair and tickled his face.
With her other free hand, she toyed with his shaft as he
poled in and out. She let him suck her fingers one by one as
he slowly fucked her. The sound of his hips slapping gently
into hers feuled him forward. Link soon felt a familiar
feeling run up his crotch again. This time, he knew what to
do as he let everything out. He groaned and collapsed on top
of Malon as he felt something come out from him and go
inside her. She held him tightly as he bucked and ground
against her hips in ecstasy.
  "Th-this was better than I ever hoped for," she stroked
his bare back.
  "Uh, yeah."
  Malon held him as Link shuddered and caught his breath.
  "What do you think it'll be?" she whispered softly.
  "Huh?"
  "Our baby," she smiled at him, "A boy or girl? Maybe
both!"
  "Doesn't matter."
  "Oh," Malon sounded hurt.
  "I just know it'll have the best mother on the veldt," he
saw her brighten up.
  "And the best father too," she murmured and kissed him, "I
love you."
  Link let out a quiet chuckle as he took her hands and
nibbled them, "I love you too."
  The two bumped heads and gazed longingly into each other's
eyes.

************************************************************

  "WATCH IT YOU BASTARD!!"
  "Huh?" Link snapped out of his thoughts in time to dance
aside a speeding horse.
  The rider spat and sped off in a whirling cloud of dust.
  "Son of a --," Link scowled at the shrinking figure. But
he was willing to let it go. No reason to make Malon a
widow.
  He stumbled toward the temple under the weight of the
vessel and set it down with a sigh of relief. Link sat down
and wiped his brow before going up to the large double doors
and knocking.
  "Halloo!!" he called.
  No answer.
  Link tried the door. It opened easily.
  "Halloo!" he called out again.
  Only silence greeted him.
  He stepped in the temple and gazed at the high ribbed
vault with wonder. Light shone through high pointed windows.
At the end of the hall, a small altar rested on a large red
rug.
  What could this place be?
  Link cautiously stepped forth. The doors suddenly slammed
shut behind him as a bright light flared in his eyes. He
screamed and his hands flew up to shield his eyes as a
flurry of light and sound assaulted his senses. Link hunched
over and clamped down on his head to drown out the noise.
  "Link?"
  He opened his eyes and looked up. The cacophony had died
down and the light had abated. He was in a small softly
lighted room. A curtained bed sat in the middle of the room.
A small girl sat on its edge.
  "Link?"
  He stood up slowly and stared. She appeared to be child,
no taller than his chest. Her tunic and dress were green --
as was her hair.
  "How do you know my name?" he asked.
  The child smiled and said, "I know many things about you."
  "Where am I?" Link gathered his courage.
  "To everyone, nowhere. To us --" she gestured vaguely and
trailed off.
  "Who are you?"
  The girl smiled, "Saria."
  He blinked with dim recognition, "S-s-saria? What a
strange name."
  She smiled innocently at him.
  "Where are your parents?" Link asked, "I have your milk --
"
  She laughed and kicked her feet frivolously, "Still an
honest person despite all this time!"
  Link grinned, but didn't know why, "What do you mean?"
  "You don't remember do you?" her eyes dimmed.
  "Remember what? I just met you."
  "Have you?" she cocked her head.
  Link saw something in her emerald green eyes he didn't
like, "I'd better go."
  "You can't."
  "What?" he turned to face her and gasped.
  The girl had removed her clothing and sat nude on the bed.
His eyes feasted itself on her young prepubescent body. So
small, so childish. Link shivered as he realized what he was
thinking.
  How can I!?
  He turned and walked away.
  "You can't leave this room!" she said.
  "Why?" he averted his eyes.
  "The spell will not break until we are done."
  "Done with what?
  Link's eyes grew wide she led him towards the bed, "You
can't be serious. You're only a kid."
  "Ssssh," she placed her fingers to his mouth.
  "What do you want?" his voice full of fear.
  "Just you," she had to stand on the bed to kiss him.
  She's so small, he realized as her young lips touched his.
The girl pushed him down on the bed and straddled his chest.
He swallowed hard as he gazed at her tiny, hairless slit. He
sucked in his breath as he felt his trousers being pulled
off. Saria was soon sucking him intently with her small
mouth. Link tore his gaze away from the travesty before him.
Her body was so light, he could've easily swatted her aside.
But he didn't.
  Link shut his eyes and tried to think of his wife, but it
wasn't long before her image melted away, replaced by this
enchanting young girl. He was so awed that his length
disappeared so easily into her tiny head that he forgot for
a moment what she was doing to him until a shiver of
pleasure coursed through him. Saria didn't complain as he
bucked his hips and came inside her waiting mouth. Link
grabbed her roughly by the head and ground himself against
her face until he fully spent himself. She sucked and
swallowed his entire load without emitting as much as a
peep. Unlike Malon.
  His wife. He sucked in a breath as he watched the girl
lick his shaft clean with her cherry red tongue.
  "This is wrong," his voice barely crept above a whisper.
  Saria ogled him with misty eyes, "So why do you still lie
here?"
  Link sat up. He could move again. But he didn't leave. Not
yet.
  "Who are you?"
  "Saria," she smiled.
  "No," he said coldly, "Your real name."
  "Saria," she kissed him on the cheek.
  "Are you a witch?"
  She emitted a childish laugh and shook her head, "What
stories have you heard now Link?"
  He gritted his teeth, "Then tell me what kind of a child
does these sorts of things?"
  "One who loves you," she whispered.
  "I have - a - wife," he said quietly.
  Saria smiled sadly, "That didn't stop you earlier."
  "I should go."
  "Remember, you can't leave until we're done."
  Link shut his eyes, "I don't bed children."
  "But you must," she tugged his arm.
  "Why?"
  "Because," Saria dipped her head, "I have to carry your
child."
  "Why would you want to do that?" he stood and pulled his
pants up, "You're no older than one yourself."
  "If I don't bear your descendant," she looked at him
gravely, "Then Hyrule is doomed to die."
  "Pull the other one," he said dourly, "That's the most
pathetic excuse I've heard for -- for something like this.
I'm leaving."
  "Enough," a blue light bathed the room, "You've had your
chance."
  A bright blue sphere of light descended and formed into an
exotic looking -- monster. Link had no other words to
describe the creature. It resembled a human, but it had blue
skin and small black spots all over, plus fish like fins and
a giant oblong shaped head. It was blatantly female, Link
noticed it had breasts and its familiarly curved waist and
hips. It -- she, blinked her shimmering black eyes and sat
on the bed.
  "Come on," she patted the bed, "Try me."
  "You got to be kidding," Link stepped back, "You're not
even Hylian."
  "Is that anyway to address your fiancee?" her face bore a
look of hurt.
  "Fiancee my butt," he said, "I'm married."
  The creature's jawed dropped as she looked at Saria, who
whispered, "He doesn't know."
  The blue skinned creature stood before Link, "I am -- I
was Princess Ruto of the Zora. Betrothed to you as your
fiancee when I gave you my family's dowry after you rescued
me."
  Link shook his head and shrugged.
  "Ruto, you bumble head," another light shone through the
room, "Now *you've* bungled up big time."
  A dull yellow light materialized before the three and
formed into an slender, dark skinned woman donned in a
slinky outfit of thin chains and small gems.
  "Nabooru!" the fish creature put her arms akimbo, "How
DARE you interrupt when I'm not even finished with my
beloved!?"
  "Don't call me that!" Link snapped as visions of Malon
surfaced in his head.
  Ruto ignored him as she began a tirade against the barely
dressed newcomer.
  "What an obscene get up!"
  "Better than you appearing in the nude!"
  "You look like a tramp!"
  "And you smell like a fish!!"
  "Well so does your cunt!"
  "At least I wash down there!"
  "At least I have a dowry!"
  "I initiated him!"
  "Liar!"
  "No you lie!"
  "Hey you two," Saria cut in, "He's trying to leave."
  Link turned back to see the dark skinned woman and the
fish girl focus their gaze on him.
  "Eeep," he ran around the room, desperately looking of a
way out.
  "There's no escape Link," Nabooru pulled one of her nipple
chains seductively.
  "You can't leave until you've given one of us a child,"
Ruto sat back down on the bed.
  Link looked at the young girl, Saria. She nodded slowly,
"I'm sorry about this."
  "Listen," he straightened up, "I'm flattered. I really am.
You're all very er, beautiful."
  The three women looked at him intently.
  "But all in all you can get some other man who isn't
married to do this."
  "We need you Link," Saria shrugged, "No other man will
do."
  "Why?"
  "You're a descendant of the Sacred Knights of Hylia," Ruto
explained.
  "Meaning?"
  "Meaning," Nabooru smiled wryly, "You have to leave your
seed with one of us so that your descendant may one day
arise and defend this land."
  "Why one of you?" Link asked suspiciously.
  "Hopefully all of us!" Ruto fluttered her fins excitedly.
  "We are Sages," Saria ignored her companion's outburst,
"We are charged with the protection of the Sacred Realm."
  "And the Triforce," Ruto added.
  "Triforce?" Link asked slowly.
  It sounded familiar.
  "The Triforce holds the power of the heavens," Nabooru
leered and tugged enticingly on another chain hooked between
her legs, "We must keep it from the hands of those who wish
to conquer."
  "So why me?" Link squeaked.
  "We -- realize you would die someday," Saria cast her eyes
downward, "So we figured the best way was to --" she trailed
off.
  "Bed me," Link finished.
  "And have your descendant carry on the lineage," Ruto
added, "Our lineage. Our legacy."
  The others nodded.
  "I don't care what it is you want from me," he growled,
"But I'm not giving any of you a child. I have my own family
to take care of."
  "Malon."
  "How'd you know?" he faced Ruto.
  "I know," she smiled, "Is she prettier than me?"
  Link was about to answer when she raised a hand.
  "No. Don't answer. I know what's in your heart."
  "Then in that case," Link said through clenched teeth,
"You know I don't want to go through with this."
  "Then why did you do what you did with Saria?"
  "That was a mistake," he snapped.
  "What would you suppose if we told her what you did?" Ruto
smiled.
  Link froze.
  "Are you threatening me?"
  Nabooru made a face, "It looks like there is no other way
to get you to do what we want."
  "I don't think she'd believe it," he whispered softly, "Or
you."
  "Really?"
  A bright blue flare surrounded Ruto. When Link opened his
eyes, a slender young woman stood where she was. Though
traces of the fish woman remained present in the face, the
whole body overall was Hylian without a doubt.
  "Do you think she'll believe me now?" the voice was Ruto's
and the way she swirled her tongue made Link cringe, "Malon!
Malon! I'm here to see the milkboy! He and I plan to elope!"
  Saria bit her lip and looked away.
  "You force me," he whispered fiercely.
  "Yes but," Nabooru stepped closer, "but you may learn to
enjoy it. As we will."
  "I know I will!" Ruto clapped her hands with joy and
reverted to her fishy form.
  "Stop."
  Nabooru and Ruto turned around, "What?!"
  "I said stop," Saria's voice was low, but it carried
authority.
  She turned to Link, "Go."
  "What?" he looked at her confused.
  "Leave."
  A door shimmered into view beside him.
  "Saria!" Ruto whipped her oblong head around, "What are
you doing?"
  "We have to do this remember?" Nabooru's voice was
indignant.
  "You know what's in his heart," she said coldly, "And we
aren't here to force him into anything."
  "But--!!"
  Saria held up her hand and Nabooru fell into silence. Ruto
however, wasn't so easily stymied.
  "Leave now and you shan't find your life again, beloved,"
the fish woman hissed sharply, "Ever."
  Link paused briefly before Saria repeated with even calm,
"Go."
  "Thank you," he said relieved, "I -- thank you."
  "Just go," she whispered.
  Link was about to say something more but he glanced at the
other two and decided it was best to leave.

************************************************************

  From a dark cistern, buried deep beneath the earth a
shadowy figure bolted upright. Its eyes were aglow with
fiery hate as it realized it had awakened. Looking up
towards for the first time in ages, it uttered a triumphant
howl of laughter.

************************************************************

  He found Talon waiting for him by the wagon.
  "Back already?" the older man asked.
  "Huh?"
  "Gone and back in five minutes," he guffawed, "I wish I
still had your energy, son."
  "Five minutes?" Link blinked.
  Was I gone for only five minutes?
  "Haw!" Talon snorted, "Too bad your memory ain't as good
as mine."
  "Yeah," the young man was perplexed, but he let it go,
"Anymore?"
  "Nope that's it," Talon stepped up the wagon, "The guards
helped me out y'see?"
  He whipped the horses and started towards the gates.
  Link stood stupidly until he realized Talon was unaware of
what had happened to him. He hurried to his mount and
followed the man back to the gates.
  Back to the ranch.
  Back to Malon.
  It was strange. To him, it seemed like he had been gone
for an hour, if not longer. And the damnedest thing was that
it wasn't the bickering or anything else that stuck in his
mind. No. It was the vision of that sweet little face doing
something so wanton it was almost --
  Link shivered at the memory of his clandestine encounter.
The vision of her small body readily laid out for pleasure
and pummeling gave him a strange chill through his body.
Vile, and yet ---
  He pursed his lips and shuddered. Saria. I've heard of you
before.
  I know I have.
  But when? And where?
  "Hey there handsome."
  A voice jerked him from his thoughts.
  "I figured it was only a matter of time when you'd stop
noticing me," Malon leaned against the porch's fence and
sniffed audibly.
  He blinked. Home. At last.
  Link never knew how much he missed it until now.
  "Sorry," he dismounted, "I --- I was distracted."
  She sighed and buttoned his coat tighter, "Come on,
dinner's ready."
  "Thanks," Link felt a sharp pang of guilt as she took his
hand and led him to the house.
  Maybe I should tell her, he thought.
  But what then?
  She might think you're insane.
  Or she may think you're hiding something worse.
  "Hey wait," he pulled her aside before they reached the
door.
  "What is it?" she looked at him strangely.
  He kissed her.
  "Hey!" she pulled away and laughed, "We'll do that later!"
  "Okay," he whispered, "I -- I just wanted you to know I
love you."
  Malon dipped her head, "Tell me something I don't know
silly."
  Link chuckled and tipped her chin up for another kiss.
  "I love you too," she murmured.
  They held each other for a while before they went inside.

************************************************************

  "I TOLD you," Nabooru hissed sharply as the doorway
vanished, "I told you it wouldn't work."
  "I suppose you had a better plan!?" Ruto snapped back,
"You think I ENJOY acting like a common whore to fulfill our
needs?!"
  Saria closed her eyes and ears as the two filled the
chamber with a cacophony of shrieking and shouting.
  ". . . leaves us no choice," Nabooru tore off her metallic
strappings, "We make war."
  "And with whom may I inquire?" a new voice chimed
throughout the chamber.
  The three of them perked up as a violet ball of energy
sailed in from the darkness and materialized in a bent-over
figure.
  "Impa," Ruto's fins flicked about in agitation, "What
news?"
  "Aye, I've news. Grim news."
  "And?" Nabooru suddenly became reserved.
  Impa looked down and shook her head.
  "No?" the olive skinned girl whispered.
  The crone shook her head slowly, "I'm sorry."
  Nabooru glared hotly at the green haired girl.
  "Sorry," Saria repeated dully.
  "Apologies won't bring them back," she hissed, "And now
you've robbed me of my one chance at revenge!"
  "We're not out for revenge," Impa said calmly.
  "What do you care!? You are as dead as they come!!" the
tan-skinned woman snarled. The white haired sage took a step
back.
  "We are not to act rashly ---"
  "Damn you!" Nabooru pointed at Saria, "You spineless
witch! You care more for that --- that *man* than you do for
your own duties!"
  "That's not true!" the child's protests were muted
compared to the gale of accusations.
  "You don't even care *what* happens, do you whore!?" the
scream was ear splitting.
  "I am, and will always be, loyal to our goal Sage of
Spirit," Saria became pleading, "And I am --- your ---
friend."
  Nabooru's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Don't you dare call
me that again. Ever." She vaulted upwards with a mournful
cry which forced the others to cower their heads.
  When the angry sage's presence receded, Ruto flitted her
fins and smiled thinly at her colleague on the bed.
  "You've lost more than a friend this day, Sage of Wood,"
the mer-woman looked at her oddly, "I wonder if the others
will allow you to muddle our plans in the future."
  Saria shut her eyes as Impa held up her cane.
  "Enough. I must know: did he father even one?"
  "Does it look like he did?" Ruto gestured vaguely at the
recent performance.
  "I had presumed he would at least give one ---"
  "You assumed wrong old one," the blue skinned fish being
gazed back levelly.
  "Then it is just as we feared," Impa's words were grave
but her tone was anything but, "We face him. Alone."
  "So we must," Ruto's gills fluttered slightly, "We've no
choice."
  "We had every choice," Impa said slowly, "But we chose the
worst one when we imprisoned him."
  "Our fault," Saria suddenly murmured.
  "Yes," Ruto turned towards her, "It is---"
  "Enough," Impa interrupted her tirade, "We must make ready
then. Notify the others."
  When the fish-woman departed, the crone hobbled over to
the bed and looked intently at the green haired girl.
  "We cannot best him," Impa's words hung in the air, dead
as their fate.
  "But we can try."
  "And die."
  "Why'd you not tell the others?"
  "Rauru knows," Impa's tone haughty, "The great, mighty
keeper of time knows."
  "What shall we do?" Saria curled into a ball, making
herself appear even smaller.
  "What we must," the crone sagged, "And nothing else."
  "But we'll fail."
  "Perhaps, little one. Perhaps."
  "And we can do nothing until then," Saria curled into a
ball, "Nothing but stand to the end."
  "Perhaps," Impa chuckled quietly, "There may be yet
another way."
  The green haired girl looked at the hag intently. Of all
the sages, Impa was not the oldest, or wisest, or the most
powerful. But she was wily and full of surprises --- each
one more surprising than the last. Her connections to the
forces of shadow allowed her access to such things as
trickery and deceit. That relationship has allowed her
insight into the mind of the very enemy that they fought
against. And it was that very connection that demands she
spend all her energies from being totally consumed by, hence
her battered physical stature.
  "You've a plan?" Saria wanted to sound hopeful.
  "A plan I have," Impa held up a crooked finger with great
sadness in her eyes, "But it needs more."
  "How do you mean, ancient?" the girl sat up with interest.
  "Listen to me," Impa rasped quickly, "The ocarina--"
  Before she could finish, a sudden flash ignited the old
woman's body. Saria barely had time to scream as Impa's face
fell into shock and surprise as her body disintegrated into
a fine grey powder.
  "I warned you woman," an icy voice hissed from the
darkness, "I warned you, and yet you pay me no heed."
  Saria's eyes were wide as saucers as a towering black
figure loomed over her recently departed companion. He knelt
and sifted through the remains as the tiny girl scrambled to
her feet.
  "Hold child."
  A black gloved hand seized her bare shoulders as she
hopped off the bed. She looked up fearfully at the blue-eyed
man.
  "I--I've done nothing!"
  "Quite the contrary," his icy glare pierced her soul, "You
will. As you always have."
  "Wh-why?" she whispered.
  "You know full well 'why' slattern," the cloaked stranger
said coldly, "I shall warn you once more: Attempt an
incursion and you shall pay its price."
  "What? What've I done!?" she cried aloud and pointed at
the dustpile, "What had Impa done?"
  The man gave her a stony glare, "More than you can
imagine, little goddess."
  She gasped when he released his iron handed grip.
  "Heed -- me," his tone was almost imploring, but his icy
gaze betrayed the iron in his words.
  Saria shivered uncontrollably as the man turned to leave.
  "I shall not be as kind the next we meet."
  On cue, a distortion conjured itself before the man. He
stepped into it and vanished, along with the strange ripple.
Alone, frightened, Saria buried her tear streaked face in
her tiny hands. She thought back to Impa's words.
  'The ocarina.'
  Was it the same one that was given to him, Saria wondered.
To Link?
  I must find out. But what about the blue eyed man?
  The little sage shuddered.
  'Attempt another incursion' and he'll be back.
  For me, she felt her throat tighten at the prospect.
  But if the artefact is with Link ---
  Saria gathered the bedsheet once more and vanished in a
sphere of green light.

============================================================


When elephants quarrel,
it is the grass that suffers.

  -- Kikyu Proverb


============================================================

  Two days passed without incident; no more strange lights
or strange women.
  Everything was as it was.
  As it should be.
  And yet --
  Link rubbed his ear thoughtfully as he lay listening to
the distant rumble.
  Something was amiss. He wasn't quite sure what irked him,
but it was there. Like the flutter of an unseen moth.
  Lightning danced across the darkened veldt, its brief
flicker coloured his face chalk white as he sat upright on
his bed.
  Ruto had said, 'You shan't find your life again.'
  It smacked of ill-will, but feelings ran high at the
moment. Still, it didn't bode well.
  Link's face tightened. Certainly they all were sorcerers
of some power. What did the fish-woman foresee?
  "That was wonderful," Malon stifled a yawn as she clung
onto his arm.
  "Um hmm," Link rocked her gently.
  They had breezed through their chores despite Talon's
absence. As usual, the older man had left for his favoured
haunt after he returned to the ranch after the milk run. An
out of the way place to the west, near the badlands. Link
had visited it once, at the behest of Malon to fetch Talon
back when he didn't return for five straight days.
  The place was no more than an ugly scraping together of
tents and manure, and it was a wonder to him why Talon would
choose such a place to relax. Malon hardly approved of her
father's wanderlust, but there was little she could do
except nag him; she was afterall, only his daughter.
  Besides, Link smiled inwardly, it allowed us to be alone.
  "Mischief," was all Malon had to say of her father's
escapades, but he could tell she secretly enjoyed these
nights when it was just the two of them. And as if to prove
a point, she had asked if he wanted to sneak back to the
storage shed to relive old times. Needing to push the events
at the temple out of his mind, he quickly agreed.
  Still, the whole matter rattled him, despite Malon's
comforting presence. Perhaps he needed some stronger urging
to forget.
  "Hey."
  "What?" she yawned again and reached up to tickle the back
of his neck.
  "When's Talon coming back again?"
  "No later than tomorrow night if he keeps his head," she
turned around to see him, "Why?"
  "Maybe we can hide ourselves here until then," he winked.
  Malon smiled, "But who'd do all the work?"
  "Faeries I say," he pinched her gently.
  "Not funny," she kissed him, "Ooh, you're so bad when he's
not here!"
  "Me?" he pulled her closer, "What about you? Seducing me
in the storage shed an' all."
  "So that's how you see me?! Well, I'll just have to leave
you out of my fun next time," she sniffed and tried to get
up.
  "Oh?" he grinned and grabbed her by the wrist, "You've
someone else in mind?"
  "Maybe," she thumbed her nose at him, "Now let me go."
  "No," he circled his arms around her waist, "I think I'll
hang on to you for a while longer."
  "Why you --" she squirmed and tried to escape, "We'll see
about that!"
  "Wow," he feigned heaving, "You gotta lose some weight!"
  Malon's eyes grew wide, "That's it! No more for you, you,
you --"
  "Me Link," he growled, "Forest boy see pretty girl. Must
make her feel good."
  "Stop it!" she fended off her husband's advances with
fervor but she was smiling all the way.
  "Ow!" Link winced as Malon caught him by the nose.
  "Let me go you -- you -- troll!"
  "Troll hunh?" his voice distorted from his wife's hold,
"Then I'll haff-too eat you."
  Link lolled his tongue and Malon let out a shriek.
  "Stop it!" she held him at bay, "That's disgusting!"
  "Uh huh," he grinned and pinned her to the ground.
  "Link! I'm warning you --- aah!"
  Malon's protests gave way to a delighted squeal as the
young man nuzzled deep into the nape of her neck. She fell
silent and reciprocated by clutching his ass with her work
worn hands. Malon wasn't complaining anymore, but her
quietness made Link unsure. Sometimes she'd get mad at him
for pushing things too far.
  "You like it?" he whispered.
  Malon didn't answer but he could feel her nod slightly. He
decided to give her cause to reply. He moved his hips
forward and felt the tip of his cock brush lightly against
the berry red patch of fuzz between her legs. This prompted
her to groan and move herself to meet him. Link moved
himself back and felt her pause, unsure what to expect.
  He nipped her ear and whispered again, "Tell me you like
it."
  Malon ran her hands up his back and across his shoulders,
"I like it."
  "How much do you like it?" he pushed himself up and looked
at her.
  She chewed her lip, "V-v-very much."
  "Enough to say --- do it anywhere?"
  "What do you have in mind now?" Malon looked at him
coolly.
  "Come on," his face full of mischief, "I've got something
I want to try."
  "Wha--Wait!" she gasped, "Downstairs!?"
  "Don't worry," Link yanked open the door, "It's dark and
we're pretty much alone, right?"
  "But where?" she hesitated briefly before she followed her
husband out the house.
  The night was fairly warm with the occasional breeze
blowing through. Malon though, felt goose bumps on her skin
as Link hurriedly led her around.
  "Hey," she called out, "Where're we going?"
  "Just wait." She heard him chuckle as she felt his hands
swarm over her.
  "What's so special about this?" she asked.
  "You'll see," he whispered, "Better yet, you'll feel it."
  Malon's heart began to pound as she was turned around in
the dark. His hands left her as she heard dull clunking
sounds -- sounds of wood doors being opened. What now?
  "Okay."
  She felt him push gently and she gave a short cry as she
fell back.
  "Link!!" she reached out to grab hold when she landed on
something. Malon felt the oddest feeling come over her.
Thousands of smooth beads caressed her back and body. At
least they felt like beads. She reached down and grabbed a
handful of the mysterious substance.
  Then she realized they were in the nearby feed shack.
  "Hey!" she called out, "We're going to spoil the feed!"
  "Not if we keep it all neat and tidy," he murmured as he
pushed her further up the pile, "And it's not like we're
going to pee in it."
  "What!? No!" Malon was shocked, "And how?"
  "How what?"
  "How are we going to keep everything 'neat and tidy'?"
  "Just leave it to me," Link's face hovered over her, "Now
just stay still. Let yourself go."
  "Go?" she was confused, "Where?"
  "Sssh," he kissed her, "Just wait."
  Malon listened and waited. With Link on top of her, their
combined weight made them sink slowly into the feed pile.
Slowly, slowly, she was making sense of it all. It *was*
different. A little. It certainly didn't feel anything like
the bed or the hayloft --- it felt well, different. Like a
bath, she thought.
  A thousand bead bath. Malon had to smile even though he
wouldn't see.
  "Do you like it?" he whispered hoarsely.
  "Hmm? Oh yes," she hugged him, "It's wonderful. It's just
that I --- I've never tried something like this."
  "Me neither."
  Malon looked at him quizzically in the dark, "Then when'd
you ---?"
  "I was sweeping up when I noticed a hay pile," he
explained, "I don't know why, but I --- I thought 'how
wonderful it'd be if Malon was lying right there'."
  Her eyes grew wide, "You insatiable you know that?"
  "I know. But only with you," he chuckled and gave her
another kiss, "Now comes the fun part."
  "What?"
  "What do you think?"
  Malon groaned as she felt him inch slowly into her. Her
cunt slowly parted and gave way to his thick length of dick.
She was a little on the dry side, but it would soon be all
right. Her eyes widened as he pressed more and more into
her. As she lifted her legs to wrap them around him, a small
wave of feed splashed gently across his back. Her fingers
pressed down on the errant seeds and he rewarded her with a
groan of pleasure. Link's body pressed nicely against her
while the cooler feed enveloped her body. A cocoon of warmth
adhering to every inch of her skin. Malon never felt so
safe, so --- loved.
  "Aaaah," she sighed as his hips swayed in and out of her,
"Oooohh. It's --- it's --- s'nice --- s-s-so nice
aannnngghhahhh . . ."
  "I --- umm --- love -- aaah!"
  Link struggled to form proper words as he pumped her
slowly, but Malon quickly placed her fingers on his lips and
hushed him.
  "I know," she hugged him as his tempo slowly increased, "I
--- nngh--know. Aaaahh . . ."
  Far off shore, the storm picked up speed as it thundered
upon the ranch.

************************************************************

  The sun beat down on Link's back as he guided the rumbling
wagon into market.
  "KEE-YAH!" he jerked mightily on the reins and brought the
cart to a dead stop beneath the shade of the town's wall.
The two horses whinnied and snorted, but they complied and
stopped. He jumped down and patted their necks.
  "Easy, easy there. Sorry."
  Huh, Link thought. Now I'm talking to horses. And I always
said she was kooky for doing just that.
  Damn, I am feeling guilty, he berated himself. Curse last
night's rain.
  They had gotten back inside just in time. But Malon had to
get up early to check the delivery list one last time and
immediately caught the sniffles.
  'Donde fwet,' she looked at him bleary eyed, 'Alt gedd
bedder.'
  Despite his protests, she firmly showed him out and even
gave him a hearty hug before he left.
  He peeled back the cart's tarp, revealing the wooden cases
of cheese that had to be delivered. Link manhandled one of
the circular containers to the ground and replaced the tarp.
Yanking out the small plank where his busy bodied wife had
labored over only shortly before, his insides suddenly
churned as he searched for the one place he'd rather not go
again.
  Link relaxed and swallowed in relief. The temple had been
hurriedly crossed out and replaced by another line. 'Not
paid for' was written in Malon's scrawny print. He felt the
cloud of anxiety lift as he set about making his deliveries
before mid-day.

************************************************************

  Link wiped his brow with a yellow kerchief before taking a
much needed swig from his canteen. He watched several
children playing in square and brightened when he saw the
fountain. The spot where he first saw Malon was now occupied
by two children playing beads and jacks. Link passed a quick
gaze at the ground and saw it was still a little before
midday --- the shadows were still more or less long.
  "I've still some time," he said to himself.
  Link straightened out and headed over to the stalls.
There, several people stood haggling with the seller and
each other. Link steered himself clear of them and headed
for a stall which stood mostly empty.
  "Hello young man," the bald shopkeep sounded surprised at
the attention, "What may I offer?"
  Link shrugged and cast a glance at the table. Broken
pieces and chipped pots lay scattered across the surface;
the young lad wouldn't have given them a second thought. No
wonder this stall wasn't crowded. Link nodded and began to
leave when something caught his eye.
  "What's that?" he pointed at a box the man had a foot on.
  "What? This?" the old man removed himself from his
makeshift foot rest.
  It was intricately carved, with no visible opening except
the top lid. When the shopkeep lifted the lid, Link could
see the many gears, rods, and wheels inside, unmoving. It
looked keenly bizarre, with no apparent use. This was no
ordinary foot chest.
  "Ah, this is an exquisite piece that hails from ---" he
lowered his voice, "-- the lands to the far west."
  "Oh," Link made a face, "What is it?"
  "A music maker," the bald man said matter of factly, "Just
so you know, there are not many of these around."
  "Sounds like you need the rupees old one."
  "At my age," the man shrugged, "It doesn't matter
anymore."
  "Your family?" Link knelt down for a closer look.
  "Long gone."
  The young man pressed down on the wheel sprockets. The
metal dimpled his finger where he touched it.
  "Does it work?"
  The old man have him a toothless grin and drew a small key
from around his neck. Link watched fascinated as spry,
gnarled fingers breathed life into the box. A soft, smooth
tinkling came from its spinning rods and gears.
  "I take it you like it?" the shopkeep chuckled.
  "I suppose," Link could barely contain his excitement,
"Tell me, does it -- does it play other tunes? Like Come
Back My Dear Cucco?"
  The old man laughed and shook his head, much to the
disappointment of the lad.
  "It plays these," the shopkeep held out several cylinders
of metal, each sporting a differing array of small knobs on
its sides.
  "I see," Link saw how the machine worked. The cylinder
plucked a metallic sheet that was cut into thin strips,
making a sound. To his ears, it sounded quite distinct --
almost like a harp, but not quite.
  "While most of these tunes aren't from Hyrule, I was told
by the man who sold this to me you could have these drums
made in a city far to the west."
  "Made huh?" Link snorted, "Not likely, with the raiders
over the horizon."
  "Ah yes," the old man seemed indignant, "The raiders."
  The cheese run hadn't been as uneventful as Link had
hoped. Town talk had been mostly about the mysterious bands
that dwelt in the west, far beyond the desert; they had been
harassing and killing the travelers of late and they showed
no signs of stopping. While word had it they were still a
ways off, certainly the King of Hyrule must know. And while
it certainly wasn't his business, he sure hoped Talon was
smart enough to know trouble if he saw it.
  He'll be all right though. Talon's a tough bird, Link
sniffed as the peddler gauged him carefully.
  "It's been with me all this time y'know. I've been
reluctant to sell it, seeing as I'm too old to travel to buy
more."
  "Huh, likely story," the lad snorted. Nevertheless, he was
determined to make it his.
  "How much?"
  "I'd ask for three hundred ---"
  "Three *hundred*?" Link almost fell over, "You must've
been into robbery in your younger days, old man."
  "Believe me," the peddler cackled, "I've thought of it."
  The young man glanced at the box and shook his head,
"You've stepped on it long enough to quarter its price."
  "That's something I expected you t'say," the shopkeep
announced, "The box, drums, and key. All for a hundred. No
less."
  "Sounds fair," Link dipped his head.
  He opened his belt pouch and counted out several large
rupees. The old man he saw, eagerly focused his gaze on the
cool green stones.
  "Anything else I should know?" Link brushed off the grime
and dust from the box.
  "Nothing I don't already," the old man said excited as he
finally clasped his wrinkled hands around the rupees, "I
thank you."
  Link grunted as he strained to lift up the box. It was
unwieldy and not at all easy to lift. The young lad grumbled
and heaved as he tilted the box on its side and tucked it
under his arm. Link stumbled awkwardly to his cart and slid
his new purchase between the cases. Once settled, he turned
the key slightly and the box churned out its music for a
little while.
  No trickery so far, Link sighed with relief. And Malon's
sure to jump over this, assuming she's up and about when I
get back. He scratched his chin where a light fuzz grew. And
as long as she doesn't know HOW much he spent, that was fine
too.
  Link got back up the cart before starting for home.

============================================================
============================================================

  Next Time: A Collision of Collusions

  Contact: grey228@hotmail.com

============================================================
============================================================