This is a work of fan fiction featuring graphic sexual situations between character from the Legend of Zelda universe. Link, Pipit, Zelda and others mention herein were created by and are property of Nintendo. This story is for entertainment purposes only.
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"To head out to the world below the clouds your going to need a sturdier outfit, lad," headmaster Gaepora said, looking at Links out fit dubiously. "Now that you're a senior of the Knight Academy you'll need a uniform, so it seems we can kill two birds with one stone, if you'll pardon the expression. You'll have to see Pipit about getting measured so we can fit it to you, though."
Link nodded and excused himself, stepping out into the hall. It was a beautiful day, as it always was in Skyloft. The curtains ruffled in the light breeze that came in through the windows, and the calls of Loftwings in flight could be heard in the spring air. It was peaceful, serene; as if the storm that knocked Zelda from the sky had never even happened. Pipit was pacing out in the halls as usual, probably thinking about something to do with Loftwings. Link thought it was cute how the older boy obsessed over the birds. He looked up as Link approached, his face lighting up with a smile.
"Link! I heard the good news! I knew you had it in you," he said, clapping Link on the shoulder. "With that red Loftwing of yours there's really no way you could have lost though, eh? Aww, c'mon. Don't make that face, I'm sure your riding skills helped too, buddy," Pipit said, laughing. "But why are we talking out here? We need to get you fitted for your uniform. Let me just go grab the measuring tape and I'll meet you in your room."
Link watched him go, still feeling the warmth from where Pipit had grabbed his arm. He blushed a little, shaking it off as he headed to his room, leaving the door open and sitting on the bed. He only had to wait a moment before Pipit peeked his head around the door, knocking on the frame.
"Hey Link, you ready?" Link nodded, and Pipit came in. Links eyebrows rose as Pipit closed the door behind him. "You're going to want that closed, Link. I can't get accurate measurements while your wearing those, so you'll umm...you'll have to take them off," he said, shuffling awkwardly. Links face flooded a bright crimson, but he nodded and stood up, turning aside to peel off his shirt and tossing it on the bed.
Pipit swallowed nervously as he watched links shirt come off, pulling up to reveal his smooth back and rippling shoulder muscles, highlighted by the soft white light spilling through the window. Link turned and Pipit held his breath, drinking in his tight toned body. His eyes raked up from the cut V that led down into Links pants at his hips, tracing the line of his abs from his belly button up to his firm pecs, up his neck to his face, and stopped at his eyes. There was a sadness there that cooled Pipits lust almost instantly; something was wrong.
"Link, whats wrong? You seem down." Pipit asked, worried.
Link didn't know how to begin, but then the words just rushed out, how Zelda had been ripped from the sky by a tornado and lost below the clouds. Links fists clenched with frustration, but he forced them open and felt a wash of determination well up inside him. He was going to find Zelda and bring her back, no matter what.
Pipit listened to his story with growing concern. He saw the two together all the time and knew the bond they shared. Though Groose may think there was more to it, Pipit knew they were like brother and sister. He saw the hurt and loss as Link told of Zelda's fall, but then the fire grew back in his eyes, and Pipit clapped him on the shoulder again.
"There's my man," Pipit said smiling, feeling guilty for the rush he felt at touching Links bare shoulder. His skin was smooth and warm, and his hand lingered for just a moment. Link glanced down at the hand then up into Pipits eyes.
"Umm, right. Well. We should get you fitted for your adventure I suppose," Pipit said, mentally kicking himself. He'd always had a crush on Link, and had waited. Now the kid had just gone through hell and here he was making a pass? He scooped up the measuring tape from the desk and turned back to Link, resolving to be professional.
"I'll get your chest first, hold your arms up okay?" Pipit asked. Link obliged and Pipit slipped the measuring tape around his chest, bringing it up over his nipples. Links flesh stood up in gooseflesh and a shiver ran through his body. He watched Links nipples harden into points as the tape brushed over them. Pipit's breath caught and he bit his lower lip, holy crap Link liked it! Any attempt at remaining professional shattered and his cock flared to life, thankfully hidden by the tunic he wore. Links cheeks flushed and he looked down.
"Okay, let me get your arms now," he said, making sure his hand 'accidentally' brushed over Links nipple again, watching the quiver run through him, Pipit's cock so hard it hurt.
Link held up his arms and watched as Pipit brought his hands over, brushing a nipple again. The breeze from the window was cool, and Pipits hands were like fire against his skin, sending tingles through his body. Pipit finished with his right arm and moved to his left. He stood behind Link now, a little too close. Link could feel him there, his hands were now on his arm lifting it up and sliding the tape around. Pipit leaned in close to read the number, and Link felt the warmth as he breathed out the measurement close to his skin. Pipit stepped back, and admired Links physique again, openly this time.
"You've really been working out, huh? Your chest looks great, I'm going to have to pick up the pace to keep up with you. These numbers are much better than I would have thought, It's a good thing were measuring or it wouldn't have fit at all. I've got to do your legs and waist now so I'm... umm. Well. I 'm uh" Pipit stammered turning an even brighter shade of red, if that was possible. "I'm going to need you to take of your pants." Pipit finished in a rush.
A look of panic ran across Links face at the words, and his hands went to the waist band of his pants and hovered there uncertainly.
"It's okay Link, I do this for all the new seniors, so just-" Pipits voice trailed off as Link pushed down his pants a few inches and shrugged apologetically. Pipits eyes followed Links light treasure trail down into where it widened into his pubes, and the thick base of Links cock, the rest hidden below. Link wasn't wearing underwear.
"Ahh I see," Pipit said weakly, feeling light headed. "I um.. that's good though, I'll get a more accurate measurement this way." Pipit walked over to Link who still stood frozen with his cock half out of his pants. Pipit needed more. He placed a hand gently on Links waist and slid down to his pants, looking Link in the eyes. "Let's get these off..." he said softly, and pushed down. Links pants resisted, held up by his raging hard on. Pipit kept pushing though and inch by glorious inch Links cock was revealed til only the head was trapped by the waistband. It sprang free, slapping Links stomach with a loud thwap. Link stifled a moan and Pipits knees almost gave out. Wasn't it cool in here a moment ago? Now he felt like it was far too hot, and tugged at his collar as he sank to his knees in front of Link. His face was mere inches from Links cock and he watched a bead of precum ooze out of the tip. Pipit ached with the need to take Links cock into his mouth, longed to catch the oozing precum on his tongue and slide down til his nose was buried in Links pubes. He licked his lips and swayed, but found a shred of control and suggested Link turn around if he'd like. Link turned slowly and pipit almost gasped.
Oh my god his ass is perfect, he thought, running his eyes up from Links tight bubble but, along his narrow waist that blossomed up into a strong back with wide shoulders. Pipit moved closer to slip the tape around link, pulling it up into place around his hips, catching Link's cock and pulling it tight against his body. Links back arched and a moan tore from his lips, his hands went white knuckled on the desk in front of him. Pipit pulled the tape tight and a flood of precum ran down Link's cock, wetting Pipits fingers. He lost control. With a moan Pipit dropped the tape and grabbed hold of Link's hips, pulled back hard and brought Link's ass to his face, thrusting forward and nose diving between his perfect cheeks, his tongue exploring Links hole.
Link couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips when the tape went around his waist, everything Pipit did was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure racing through his body at every touch. His breathing was already ragged as the measure slid up, catching his cock and puling it tight. Oh god it felt so good, he wanted more, and a sound of desire ripped through him and escaped his lips, and then Pipit went mad. Link was almost pulled of balance as Pipit dragged him by the hips back a few steps, and then..! Fuck what was he doing? Link whimpered and moaned, thrashing against Pipit's grip as his face pressed in between his cheeks and tongued his hole. It danced and flicked , circled and probed, and every move made link gasp. He had never felt anything like it; all rational thought left his mind, replaced with animal lust. He wanted more. Pipits tongue probed deeper and deeper, Links hand shot back and held Pipit's head in place, pulled him in harder, deeper. Pipit wiggled his tongue, and Link thrashed about like a hooked fish on the end. "Yes, yes, oh fuck yes, Pipit, don't stop" Link moaned, but Pipit did. Link was about to look back, confused, when he was spun around.
Pipit whirled Link by the hips, almost toppling him over again. He pushed Link back against the desk, looking up at link with eyes wild with lust. Links chest as he brought his mouth to bear on his body again. He kissed a thigh, dragging up to links balls. They were tight up against Links cock, and he tongued between them, sucking one gently into his mouth while Link moaned. He let it out of his mouth with a plop, running his tongue up Links impossibly long shaft up to his cock head, capturing it between his lips at last. Link and Pipit moaned together, but it was Links turn to lose control.
Link grabbed the back of Pipits head, knocking his hat off as he cried out and slid into Pipit,s waiting mouth. It was so hot and wet, and felt better than he could have imagined. Pipit grunted with every thrust, pulling Link deeper each time. He was getting close too fast, so he pulled out a moment, looking down onto Pipits face, engraving the image in his mind of Pipit on his knees before him with his cock inches from his mouth. Link reached down and dragged Pipit's tunic over his head, revealing his tight little frame, dusted with freckles on his shoulders. He held Pipit's head still, tracing over his mouth with his cock head, moving his lips this way and that, giving him just the head, getting more and more turned on... before slipping it back into his waiting mouth.
Pipit took everything Link had, even when he shoved a little too hard, moaning and grunting as Link pistoned in and out of his mouth. He grabbed Links hips, stilling him for a moment, taking a deep breath and looking up at link as he sank down on his cock, taking more and more, opening his throat and taking still further, till his lips were buried in Links pubes, Pipit's chin against his balls.
Link stared in wonder, his breathing going shallow as Pipit swallowed his cock, crying out as he bottomed out. Pipit came up for air, then went back down, pulling on Links hips to get him thrusting again. He slipped a hand on Link's ass while the other unlaced his breeches, sliding them to just below his ass and freeing his cock. Links hands went to Pipit's head and he began fucking his face, slowly at first, then picking it up and pounding in like a wild man, his eyes following Pipits back to his own perfect ass. Pipit grunted with each thrust, little moans escaping his lips around Links cock as he struggled to breath between thrusts. Link cried out and doubled over, his grip on Pipit's head tightening.
"Ahh ahha hh nn, Uhh! Pipit! Oh! I'm getting close...."
Pipit's lips stretched as Link's cock seemed to swell even bigger, the cum building inside as Link's cries grew more ragged and urgent. Pipit brought a hand up between Links thighs and to his hole, working it inside fingering him hard. Link became frantic, and he slammed his cock down Pipit's throat, grinding his hips into his face.
"Fuck, fuck FUCK I'm cumming!" Link cried, his cock pulsing and twitching in his throat, jetting stream after stream. Pipit pulled back, catching the rest in his mouth, savoring his cum as he shot an impossible amount into his mouth. He tried to swallow it all but some leaked out at the corners of his mouth. Link's moans wore down to little gasps, his body twitching. Finally he pulled out of Pipit's mouth with a sigh, his body going limp, collapsing back against the desk.
Link looked down at Pipit, coated in a light sheen of sweat, Link's cum trailing down his chin and panting for air. The post orgasm lethargy left his body as he stared at the hottie. Link gave him a hand up, pulling him tight against his body and kissing him passionately, tasting his own cum still in the boys mouth. Link explored Pipit's mouth with his tongue, soft moans escaping between their lips. His hands roamed all over Pipits body, reveling in the feel of his skin pressed up against his own, their cocks rubbing against each other as they ground together.
Pipit's hands traveled the muscles of Link's back down to his ass, running a finger down his crack and finding his hole, playing with it, running his finger around the rim and pressing lightly to get in, feeling Links body tense up, inhaling sharply and letting it out in a moan.
"I'm not done with this," Pipit said, pressing hard against Links opening, getting another gasp.
To be continued...