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THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL USING FICTIONAL CHARACTERS NOT MY OWN. THE CHARACTERS ARE PROPERTY OF NINTENDO OF AMERICA (AND THEY SAY SLAVERY IS DEAD) AND I DO NOT HAVE RIGHTS TO THEM EXCEPT TO BUY AND PLAY OUT SHIGERU MIYAMOTO'S VISIONS OF FAMILY ENTERTAINMENT.

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  "Link...We'll be friends forever right?...Don't forget me...Don't ever forget me..."
  He opened his eyes into the darkness. He sat up covered in sweat. It was her again. Never since those nights so many years ago 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.

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  "Link!"
  The young man looked up.
  "Don't forget this silly," Malon handed him a thick coat, "It'll keep you warm until you get back," she winked.
  "Don't worry about that," Link pecked her on the cheek, "I'm always up for *that*."
  "You're terrible!" 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.

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  "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, I guess, he told himself. He had met Malon quite by accident at market years ago, when he first ventured forth to take his place among humans. Starving and penniliess, she took pity on him and offered what was his first meal in days. After which he had followed her like a dog. A few weeks later, he had acquired a job as a stablehand on the ranch. As the years flew by, he grew closer and closer to her until the day he found the guts to ask her to marry him.
  Her father at first, was not over 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 the prying eyes of others.
  Link remembered it as if it was yesterday.

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  "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.
  "Sure I guess."
  "Really?" she looked up and giggled, "Okay I'll see you at the storage shed after supper."
  "Which one?"
  "The one at the far end of the ranch," she waved and left the stable.

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  Link couldn't wait as he stamped his feet and tried to ignore the cold. After dinner, he had 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?"
  "Sit," Malon knelt down on the spread.
  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 guess you're still new to all the stuff that's happening around here, hmm?" Malon swayed in the lamplight, "I guess 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, who -- who raised you?"
  "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.
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  "That's lovely," he said as she smiled.
  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 she 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, "I guess that'll have to wait until the next harvest festival then."
  "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."
  "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 grinned a silly grin, "Come on. It's not a real horse, but we can always pretend."
  She gleefully hopped into his arms, "Oh Sir Link! Take me away! Far away! Take me to your enchanted castle!"
  "Sure," 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 Link or we'll be caught again!"
  "Oh look the enchanted castle," Link set her down easily, "Run off there milady," 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. Link was so preoccupied with the scenario, 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.
  No wonder she was cold.
  He felt something between his legs stiffen. Link's hands reached down to hide it when Malon poked her head down.
  "How are you going to get up here?"
  Link swallowed hard and hopped about in a vain attempt to jounce it back into position. His eyes fell on a tilted cart against the wall. He kicked off the cart 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 minute," 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.
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  The last notes died away and Link bowed low.
  "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.
  "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."
  Malon drew back and stared at him, "What are you saying?"
  "I um -- I uh -- I -- I uh, saw underneath y'know?" his hand gestured as her eyes widened.
  "What did you see?" she gasped.
  "Ev--everything," he gulped.
  She shrank back and drew the tablecloth around herself tightly.
  "It was an accident," he said 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 put his hand on hers, "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 shrank away again, "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 sat down and drew the cloth closer around herself.
  "I've heard of Stalfos wandering into campsites before."
  She hugged her knees tightly and didn't answer.
  "I'm serious," he pleaded, "I won't let anything bad 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.
  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?" his dick began to 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 and kissing his neck. Malon began to breath faster as he began helping her take his clothes off. She took his semi erect dick between her hands and handled it with wonder and curiosity.
  "So that's what it looks like up close," her face was close enough for him to feel her breath on it.
  "D-do you know what to do?" he asked her.
  "I've watched the horses," she looked up with a sweet yearning in her face.
  "Yeah, me too."
  "Did you ever think about -- about me when you watched them?"
  He felt his ears burn as he replied, "Everytime. I wondered what -- what you'd -- what you'd look like doing that."
  "Oh Link," Malon giggled and blushed, "You're terrible."
  "Do you want to?" he touched her shoulder hesitantly, "You might have a child."
  She looked at him with misty eyes, "There's no other man I want for a husband."
  "And there's no other woman I want for a wife," he took her hand.
  He kissed her deeply. Malon's hands rand down and fondled his dick while his ran over her breasts. His gathered her nipples and he heard her emit a playful squeal as he tugged them gently.
  "So, I guess this is it hmm?" Malon turned and got down on all fours.
  "Why don't you just lie down?" Link suggested.
  She nodded and lay down on the pile of hay. He kissed her deeply and began to move down her body, nipping her here and there, savoring the little yips of delight she made at each stop. Link moved lower until he found himself at the apex of her legs. His fingers parted her small patch of hair and he explored her cunt.
  "What do you see?"
  "I can't really tell in this light," he replied.
  "Is -- is there a place where you can put yours in?"
  "I dunno," he fingered her equipment and felt a slight bump under his thumb.
  Suddenly, she cried out.
  "Malon!?" he halted his exploration, "Did I--?"
  "Again!" she panted, "Do it again!"
  "O-okay," he stroked it once more.
  Again she cried out.
  "Does it hurt?" he asked her worried.
  "No," her breaths came out ragged and short, "Just keep -- ungh -- doing it."
  He obliged and kept rubbing her clit.
  "Oh Link, this feels --" she shivered, "Oh Link! Link! I -- AAAHHNNH!"
  Malon's tits heaved in the moonlight as she reached out and touched his face. A sweet, nutty musk sifted through the air.
  "That was -- incredible," she whispered, "How'd you --?"
  "I think it's this little thing here," his thumb pressed down and she shut her eyes and let out a loud sigh. He moved lower and felt a small, wet slit beneath the bump.
  "Oh Link," she panted, "Put -- put something in."
  His fingers slid themselves in easily as she let out a cry of pleasure. He was panting himself as he worked his fingers in and out of her hole.
  "Mmmnngh," Malon's hips bucked against his hand as she pinched her nipples with one hand up and rubbed her clit with the other. She gasped as he removed his fingers and watched him slither on top of her with his dick standing straight out from his bdy.
  "I'm sorry, I can't stand it anymore."
  She sighed and helped him in. Malon felt the head of his dick slowly push into her cunt. It felt *thick*. Thicker than any of his fingers. Thicker than anything she could have imagined.
  "Oooohh," Malon moaned as Link pushed himself deeper and deeper.
  He let out a relieved sigh as he settled on top of her.
  "Uh, Malon?" he whispered and struggled to ready himself, "Okay?"
  "Umm hmm," she nodded and urged him on.
  Malon clutched him tightly as he began to move his hips.
  "Oh Link!" she cried, "Don't -- go -- so fast! It hurts -- a litte."
  "Okay. Okay," he bit his lip and forced himself to slow down.
  She breathed softly into his ear and her thighs slid up and clasped his waist as he began to stroke her deep and slow.
  "That's it," she cooed softly, "That's it."
  Malon's hands tickled his ears and face. With a free hand, she toyed with his shaft as he poled in and out. Malon put a finger in her mouth and sucked on it seductively. She let him suck her fingers one by one as he fucked her.
  Link couldn't stand it anymore. The feeling of Malon beneath him, the smell of her sex. A weird feeling surfaced in his crotch, one he had never felt before.
 "Uh Malon. I -- uh. I'm -- uh. Ungh, uh uh, ungh!!"
  He collapsed on top of Malon as he felt something spew forth and go inside her body. She held him as he bucked and ground his hips into hers in ecstacy.
  "This was better than I ever hoped for," her bare soles tickled his calves.
  "Uh, yeah."
  Malon held him as Link shuddered and caught his breath.
  "What do you think it'll be?"
  "Huh?"
  "Our baby," she smiled at him, "A boy or girl?"
  "Doesn't matter."
  Malon looked hurt.
  "I just know it'll have the best mother and father this side of the Hylian River," he kissed her.
  "I love you husband," she murmured.
  Link let out a quiet chuckle as he took her hands and nibbled them, "I love you too."
  The two bumped foreheads and gazed longingly into each other's eyes.

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