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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      The_Legend_of_Zelda:_The_Ocarina_of_Time
  Relationship:
      Malon/Zelda_(Legend_of_Zelda), Saria/Zelda, Malon/Sheik, Saria/Sheik,
      Link/Ruto_(Legend_of_Zelda), Link/Nabooru, Gerudo/Kokiri, Impa/Link_
      (Legend_of_Zelda)
  Character:
      Zelda_(Legend_of_Zelda), Sheik_(Legend_of_Zelda), Impa_(Legend_of_Zelda),
      Malon_(Legend_of_Zelda), Saria_(Legend_of_Zelda), Ruto_(Legend_of_Zelda),
      Nabooru_(Legend_of_Zelda), The_Gerudo, Kokiri_(Legend_of_Zelda), Young
      Link, Child_Link_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      speedrun, fwoan, For_Want_of_a_Nail, absent_protagonist, Straight
      Shotacon, Lesbian_Lolicon
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-12 Updated: 2017-10-04 Chapters: 11/? Words: 13156
****** The Legend of Zelda ******
by LesLoli
Summary
     Taking the name of the game series literally and have Zelda as the
     protagonist.
     Rated specifically for ages (12-21). Stop reading now if you are not
     in this age group.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Zelda's Courtyard *****
Zelda awoke to a silent darkness. Her bedchambers, though fully furnished, were
utilitarian in nature. The sturdy table and chairs, the simple dresser with
hand mirror in lieu of a vanity mirror, and the austere but comfortable box bed
would be more at home for a live-in craftsman than for those housed in the
castle's interior.
Because of the spartan accommodations, it would have been a challenge for
anyone to steal into Zelda's room without detection; for those of the shadows,
however, this challenge was easily met. Even before she could fully open her
eyes, she felt another presence in the room.
She noticed the presence had a hazy feel to it. It did not feel as if it were
from her imagination; neither though did it feel perfectly real. Within the
princess's familiar surroundings, the shadow made itself known.
Impa came into hearing, and then into view. Without hesitation, Zelda began,
"What a wonderful night. I was not visited by a dream this time."
"This is a first," followed Impa, "It has been over six endless evenings since
you began having these dreams and nightmares. We can only hope these dreams
will cease bothering you forever."
Zelda did not stir further. Her person visibly relaxed and reclined back to
sleep. Before she resumed her slumber, she said, "Thank you for watching me. I
think I can garner more rest now." With those words in mind, Impa leaned back,
still poised at half-ready. "As always," Zelda's guardian closed.
##############
An unspecified time later, in the Royal Courtyard, the Princess of Hyrule
fondly handled her Ocarina of Time. It was still before daybreak, so the sky
was at its inkiest. Some delegate from the west would be arriving tomorrow, and
the child heiress to the throne was to be left to her own devices, outside the
inner chambers of the morrow's to-be-held discussions.
Zelda's handler, Impa, had other plans. She met with the young girl this time
in the open grass, encircled by a shallow moat and circumscribed by castle
walls and windows. The child was not blissfully enjoying the unbounded flower
garden in the dead center of the courtyard, as she was usually wont to do in
the cool, refreshing night.
Rather she was gazing in on the inner happenings of the royal audience chamber,
where she would without exception eavesdrop on discussions on the other side of
the window, to follow the pulse of the everyday matters concerning the present
time.
Impa arrived under the shadowed sky with more tangible goods. She brought a
sack, handled with careful ease by a single hand. Impa moved closer to the
child of legend, who was still engrossedly gazing into the window. It was when
her protector set the items down within a finger off the ground that the
audible, weighty thud let Zelda know Impa arrived - or rather, wanted her
presence to be noticed. "Have you given my words some thought, my Zelda?" Impa
asked plainly.
Zelda responded without missing a beat, "I think I will be ready for what may
lie ahead." With a long vial of green fairy essence in her hand, glowing as a
resistive part of her magical circuit, Zelda used this magic meter to
illuminate the contents of the burlap sack, mentally categorizing the materials
as she removed them from the bag.
In the cover and concealment of the night, Zelda began disrobing her vestments
- tomboyish in their rose-colored palette - and added them to the now empty
bag's interior. She revealed form-fitting, sporty inner garments, a modernized
Sheikah-inspired outfit with a more effeminately regarded solid blue color
schema. She took the off-white shawl from the pile of equipment, and wore it
over her shoulders.
With a course cloth she removed the whitening facial makeup she donned for her
daily political visage, and at some point during all of this she
unceremoniously dispelled the illusory blue color of her irises to shift back
to her natural eye color of red. The white makeup eradicated from her skin,
Zelda's red eyes were now set against a nocturnal backdrop of brown pigment.
Even with that, she made sure to cover as much of her visage as functionally
possible with an inner layer of soft cotton cloth and an outer covering of
course hemp fabric. The entirety of her body was covered in her iconic Sheikah
blue wool for breathability, wicking away of moisture, and warmth even when
wet.
Impa doted over her pupil, attaching small bags and pouches here and there. She
said, "Regardless of my authority in your upbringing, objectively it is clear
that a future queen and ruler of the entire nation should be sufficiently
worldly and experienced."
A Deku Nut Pouch of ten and a Bomb Bag that also held ten were integrated to
Zelda's battle dress. Though almost flush to her shawl-breastplate, the pouch
and bag were free to move around her waist to adapt to different situations.
Zelda could not help but remember her training, verbatim: "A highly versatile
weapon, the deku nut is ubiquitous and literally effective in an assortment of
applications. The world-breaking manipulation of bombs has yet to be mastered
in the field, but has limitless potential in applications."
Packing necessities for her ward under the bluish-black early morning darkness,
like a devoted mother dressing her daughter for the early morning commute to
school, Impa continued, "There is no better route for you to attain such
worldliness than to actually seek out the truths and wisdoms of the world."
Between her inner chest bindings and outer protective weave, Zelda stored her
Ocarina of Time rightly off-center under her busom. Armed with naught but her
lullaby from infancy, she was excited to hear and emulate the powerful
melodies, harmonies, and rhythms of the Hyrulean land. Checking and rechecking
the tools afforded to her student, Impa finally looked off into the dark
distance.
Deeply satisfied, Impa's eyes slightly unfocused, her limbs extended fully, her
lower stomach stretched taut, her back arched, and her breasts welled with
pride: "This may yet be the best time for you to truly see with your own eyes
what lies in Hyrule."
Impa faced her Zelda, both looking each other in the eye and standing to their
full respective heights. They stood at a seminal moment of understanding, where
the next words spoken from one generation to the next needed to ring true to
their hearts. Impa would not waste words at this very moment, and so she sent
off to the world her beloved child:
"My wise Zelda. We must protect this beautiful state of Hyrule!
"We are counting on you!"
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     "'The lands and descriptions of Hyrule recounted here are artistic
     works of fiction and falsehood.
     Only a fool would take anything told here as fact.'
     -Anonymous"
Zelda readied her body for the epic journey that awaited her. She surveyed her
courtyard, and saw Impa had already left the scene. The still night harbored no
presence to be felt, enough to settle into Zelda's stomach the sheer loneliness
of the road ahead. She felt overwhelmed, even lacking in fortitude, both
physically and mentally, both of which she had hoped to gain in her travels.
Zelda's heart beat painfully, and she knew in time it would subside. To keep
her mind off the frightening pain, she remembered what was real: her basics,
her fundamentals, and her training; she checked her belt's 10 and 2 confirming
that her Deku Nuts and Bombs were ready for deployment. Abreast her liver on
the lowerside of her right ribcage lay her Ocarina of Time.
She faintly sensed the melody of her lullaby stirring in the night, echoing
from the walls as if they had memories. Befitting the scene, she brought out
her Ocarina from under the breast that did not hide her heart, and raised the
mouthpiece to her lips. Closing her eyes, Zelda began the opening notes of her
misattributed leitmotif Zelda's Lullaby:
B - D A - - B - D A - - B - D Â - Ĝ B - - - - -
Impa had been the one to teach her this hallowed, ancient melody. She had been
the one to teach her everything. At times, Zelda wondered if it was even a bad
thing that the king, supposedly her father, never had time for her and that she
never knew her mother.
Impa had been like a mother and father, sister and friend to her. Even for
Zelda, born into privilege and royalty, could not help but naturally feel deep-
seated gratitude for the woman. She loved her like family, and even closer than
blood. If it came down to it, Zelda would gladly relinquish her throne and
titles to choose Impa's side on anything.
After one more brief moment, Zelda opened her red eyes. Though only with one
eye did she take in the sights of the world, obscured in the dead of night,
Zelda could see clearly now. Her heart still thumped noticeably, but the
feeling was not one of fear or loathing, paranoia or anxiety, but that of
jubilant, unbridled exhilaration.
Some would call it love.
________________
Zelda left her courtyard and made her way south past the hedge quad, and east
past the statue pedestal. She reached the makeshift vineyard and sized it up.
Though bereft of guards, the post offered Zelda an opportunity to take the
tactical approach.
Running toward the wall, the young Sheikah converted her motion toward the wall
into friction, and pushed off her feet to propel herself upward. Grabbing the
wooden ledge that would take her over the vineyard entirely, she pulled herself
up.
Generally she would keep her elbows in and push up with her arms, creating
space for her leg to come over. As this wooden beam was fairly narrow in her
current orientation, however, she could afford to flare her elbows out for an
even smoother push upward.
Problem was, was that her elbows were too balanced, meaning her body could not
rotate to one side to hitch a leg over so easily. This normally would not pose
a problem when the ledge lip extends far enough for the leg to rise and hitch
the edge, but a more precise situation such as this required a change in
tactics, if not strategy; Sheik dropped back down.
As her mentor Impa once said: "Sometimes, unbalance and asymmetry are
necessary." Zelda reset herself and went at it again, this time flaring just
one elbow and clinching the other. Her first elbow flared even more forward,
serving more to push forward than to pull. Hiking up the same-side leg, Zelda
the Sheikah cleanly vaulted onto the narrow wooden beam.
Balancing on the narrow, high beam was no concern, as Sheik had remembered from
her mentor that the environment had changed, but the problem itself did not.
Were this beam placed on ground level, the task of walking across it would be
deemed easy. Place it high enough, and most people would never dare venture a
try, even if it was the same plank of wood.
She moved forward simply and confidently, and reached the steps down. Choosing
to get the most from her environment, Zelda hung over the side edge and
manually climbed down the rest of the steps over the side, pushing her grip to
the limit. If there were another ledge underneath to drop and hang down to, she
was sure doing so would have tested her grip strength tenfold.
Past the two square pedestals and a square hedge, Zelda dressed as Sheik
expected to encounter a pair of guards. They were absent instead, and left the
only viable exit and entrance unguarded. Upon approaching the small hole,
however, Zelda was stopped by something she did not expect, words.
"'The lands and descriptions of Hyrule recounted here are artistic works of
fiction and falsehood.
Only a fool would take anything told here as fact.'
-Anonymous"
Here?
This was the sign posted in front of the sluice grate by the eastern inner
castle wall. All drainage from castilian facilities would effuse out here,
though an unnamed sign painter chose to leave this cryptic message here; Zelda
kept the message in mind.
Before this entire journey even started, Zelda had decided to leave under the
cover of Hyrule's seemingly eternal evening, her movements safely hidden by the
blocked flow of time.
It appeared that no one but her, Impa, and the raving drunkards in the town
square would notice that the moon never seemed to fall - always beholden by the
firmament, constantly withheld from falling out of the sky.
Zelda would later have an answer for the philosophical question of this nature:
the Moon's stillness did not cause the passage of time to stop in the world,
but rather that Time, or rather the lack of it, suspended the satellite from
falling motion.
No time, no motion.
Impa would consequently express her wariness to broach the subject further with
others, due to the sheer gravity of its potential to be taken seriously one day
by a disagreeable and disruptive group of people.
Natural philosophy aside, Zelda now faced down her greatest trial yet - the
first step outside. Wading through the slightly blue-tinged and remarkably
clear sullage, Zelda exfiltrated the inner castle on a crawl.
***** Market Town *****
Chapter Summary
     Equipment: Ocarina of Time, Deku Nuts (10), Bombs (10)
     Wisdom: Zelda's Lullaby
Zelda suddenly realized that she was currently in Castle Town. As deserted as
an open market for all of Hyrule could be at night, there were still plenty of
sleepless denizens to populate the area.
As expected, there stood two guardsmen posted on either side of the Castle-Town
threshold. Near the center well, a pirouetting couple spun, oblivious to the
world around them. A man admiring the view was perched from the southeast
building's second story window. And a litter of stray pups occupied the rest of
the open marketplace.
Zelda was dumbstruck. She could have sworn that to get here she had to have
passed by the open-air, outer castle grounds and its numerous posted guards.
She had a plan and everything...but wait, how was she supposed to escape the
moat unnoticed, which was fenced in with no opening but the front gate surveyed
by a pair of guards....
"Hi there! You don't look like you're from around here.
Could you be...
...from the mountain town to the east?"
Zelda felt almost accosted by the sudden intrusion. The sweet-sounding voice
belonged to an equally innocent-looking owner, whose features matched in kind
to her warm and friendly inquiry.
Moonlit, red-orange, long hair fell over a body just as small as Zelda's own,
though the composition of her fitness was cloaked by a lily white dress. A
small bandana with a queer broach was wrapped loosely over the child's
collarbones, framing the cherubic face of the first girl her age Zelda ever
laid eyes upon.
For the ever-reticent Zelda, the girl's sudden intrusion was not so intrusive
anymore. Not at all.
Drawing close to her object of attention, Zelda gently lifted the girl's hands
with-in-to her own, and gave them a soft squeeze as she dazedly gazed into her
cerulean eyes. She simply could not help but stare at her. Everything about
this young maiden fettered her heart with rapid half-beats in her chest that
made her mind float farther away from reality.
For her own part, this redheaded girl in the milky white dress-tunic stared
straight back, with little sashays to and fro, side to side as she gave Zelda a
convincingly cute smile. The lass gave a tittering giggle, and beamed a full
smile at Zelda with eyes slightly half-lidded.
Zelda also gave her a grin from all the way inside the shawl. Her cheek visibly
filled out, and lifted the bottom of her eye up to the iris. She felt overjoyed
at this amazing bevy of emotions; it was barely the first leg of her journey
and something - rather, someone - already made her genuinely smile, for reasons
as of yet inexplicable.
They slowly calmed down, settling to a comfortable sharing of newfound grins.
The girl's slight swaying travelled over their linked hands to Zelda's entire
person, transmitting a happiness that Zelda eagerly emulated.
Sheik glanced to her left past a quaint, nondescript shop. The Temple of Time
out in the short distance wordlessly bade her and her companion in hand into
the synagogue. Following the call, the two girls passed four searchful eyes,
rounding the U-trail to enter the place of worship.
________________
The two entered the deserted, innately lighted chamber. Their eyes took a
moment to adjust, and there they could almost hear the druids of olde droning
their dirges. Above a raised honeycomb platform, Zelda and the girl, side by
side, regarded the Altar of Time. They began straight ahead, gingerly toeing
forward toward the altar, almost as if they were on their way to take each
other's hand in marriage.
Finally reaching the altar, the two turned to face each other, reclaiming both
of the other's hands into her own as if to reaffirm one another's virgin wonder
in the other, founded on happenstance a mere moment ago.
Zelda and the girl looked each other in the eye, a smile on both faces, visibly
apparent for only one, inferred from the other.
The redheaded girl regarded Zelda brightly. "My name is Malon, from Lon Lon
Ranch.
I live with my dad and his brother there and tend to the animals, especially
the horses.
What's your name? I have a feeling it's lovely."
Zelda flushed inwardly at the complimentary expectation, one which she needed
to break as she remembered herself. "My name is Sheik. I am one of the Sheikah.
I am returning to the site of my heritage and want to see what wisdom the world
has to offer along the way."
The other girl giggled at this. "Would you like to come with me?" asked Malon,
"I'd really like that."
"I would like that too," replied Sheik, "In fact, I would love to."
Malon led Zelda in hand out the temple with a cute nod of the head, sideways
toward the ground and then nodded toward the entrance-cum-exit. To the tune of
the olden ones, Malon cutely dragged Sheik's arm along while she tilted her
head, lazily guiding her lovely companion with half-lidded eyes and a staid
smile. They both departed from the altar with smiles.
Malon interlocked their fingers, and with her far hand she pulled herself into
Sheik's side and intimately held fast to the inside of Sheik's upper arm, but
not without her fingers also brushing the side of Sheik's breast. The brush-up
felt innocuous at first, but definitely raised Sheik's eyebrow.
They had passed by the same four watchful, granite eyes as on their way up.
Malon could tell Sheik felt a presence from each one, but to Zelda it was a
soft, sagacious feeling that exuded from them, nothing foreboding or ominous.
Behind them lay the halo-clouded Death Mountain, and a mental note emerged in
Zelda's head to begin her adventure there.
Passing the uncanny shop again, the girls arm-in-arm slowed their gait and
regarded the town once more. Malon could see Sheik was busy surveying the
market for anything she would need to visit either immediately or leisurely.
Every shop or bazaar held no intriguing secrets or potential except perhaps the
Happy Mask Shop, the name of the building they repeatedly passed by, whose
owner had never been positively identified by the townspeople.
Apparently witnesses have always only seen a parting glimpse of him, always out
of frame for a good look. The only descriptions that matched were a large
knapsack with masks not at all happy, matted down ginger hair, and an unerring
grin that was not large enough to account for his persistently closed eyes.
Malon cheerfully interrupted her companion's line of thought to ask the
million-rupee question.
"Is Sheik a boy or a girl?"
Sheik turned her head back to Malon. Without much delay, Sheik answered:
"I am a girl. Thank you for asking.
Shall we get going?"
With that and an even more honest smile, Malon snuggled the side of her head
more deeply into the crook of Zelda's neck and onto her shoulder, and squeezed
Sheik's arm along the front length of her own torso.
Sheik's eye enlarged for a moment as she inadvertently felt the length of
Malon's body intimately, earlier masked by the girl's loose attire. Zelda
quickly became acquainted with the pleasurable feeling of warmth and heat
exuding from Malon's person, especially closer down to where her hand rested.
The feeling was intoxicating, and Zelda could not help but stall and linger,
relishing in the warmth, coming forth from both girls' bodies. A quick mental
check to keep her composure, and Zelda would continue on as Sheik and Malon
were supposed to. The two heroines of our tale so far made good upon their
decision to set Lon Lon Ranch as their destination.
################
Leaving the market square, the two reached the drawbridge, only just now
realizing that it had always been seen up - and never released down - in
anyone's best memory.
Frustration at the gap in logic climbing up Zelda's spine, the body heat from
Malon began to become unbearable. Just as the heat threatened to reach the
crown of Zelda's shrouded head, Malon lightly pulled down the shawl covering
Zelda's lower face, just enough to reveal a glimmer of her brown - and already
slowly reddening - cheek, and landed a reassuring kiss on Sheik.
"Let's try the door on the left.
Don't worry!
We'll be fine, together."
As Malon pulled her girl along toward the door, she missed Zelda's face turning
a fuller shade of ruddish tan under her readjusted hijab.
________________
After entering the door, what the two girls found were endless boxes and
crates, innumerable bottles and pots, and three guardsmen. The very same men
exchanged parting pleasantries to each other, one remarking, "I'll be
patrolling the back alley for any loiterers; I'll make sure it's safe."
Another carried a bottle of unknown purple substance in hand, and was on his
way out, reporting, "I'll be right outside the door tomorrow morning. Tonight,
I've got to visit a certain 'establishment' for some hands-on research.... Oh
hey, kids."
The remaining three were finally left alone in the chamber. The last guardsman
regarded the two young ladies.
"Hello there, children!
How are things going?
If things aren't bad, why not help me out here?
"I've lots of supplies here and can't seem to organize them all in time for the
wagons to ship out. There's nothing I would love more to do than throw them
into the trash, but our castle higher-ups have mandated stricter recycling
regulations.
"Could you help a soldier out?
> Yes
No"
The two young ladies stood there before him for a moment, parsing what the man
had just said and whether they should respond in kind or not, and if to do so
sooner than when it would be deemed unbecoming if done so later.
Sheik began, "Well, we can ignore the pots and crates then, and focus on the
more easily organizable bottles and boxes. Perhaps we can bunch like items
together to save space."
Malon on her arm chimed in, "I can help, if this will get us through that
raised gate, that is." The obvious suggestion did not go unnoticed, and Sheik
and Malon turned their faces to each other smiling, then back to the sentry.
"You kids are adorable together. Cheeky, but adorable." The sentry mulled over
Malon's implications for an instant, and replied, "Just to show you I'm such a
good guy, I'll act on good faith and tell you sweeties the trick to leaving the
place as we finish up this shipment load. I won't even hold out until the end
to tell you either."
A verbal agreement was made, and the three went to work. Boxes were folded and
fit into one another for reinforcement and bottles were stowed within. Despite
being the smallest of the occupants within the storage room, Malon clearly had
the strength advantage for menial labor. It was mostly her applicable, brawny
experience that outdid both the male, adult Sentry and the educated, sheltered
Zelda; this triggered a small ember of envy in both, but each dealt with it in
his and her own unspoken way.
Nevertheless, the sentry was starting to warm to the girls, so he mentioned,
"Alright so the trick is to get up to the raised gate, and press yourself
really close up to it. Sometimes you won't see anything happen, so you may need
to boost each other up to hit a wall spot that will let you out. Don't forget
to hold each other as the top one of you makes it over. That leapfrogging
technique is sure to come in handy and be applied elsewhere as well."
Upon completion of their sole task, Zelda realized that the sentry was actually
done with his explanation, and that nothing really made sense. Why would simply
being close to the gate and reaching a certain height be enough to pass through
it?
Pre-emptively empathizing, the sentry stated:
"I know it sounds downright odd but that's the way to Lon Lon Ranch.
It's okay if it doesn't make sense;
sometimes things aren't supposed to.
"Oh, and don't take anything here, please. The bottles are exceptionally rare
to come by, and the boxes have been known to walk off on their own lately."
Having had their fill of cryptic metaphors for this portion of the evening, the
couple left the room and its occupant: "Thank you for the information. We're
sure it will be helpful."
***** Lon Lon Ranch *****
Chapter Summary
     Equipment: Ocarina of Time, Deku Nuts (10), Bombs (10)
     Wisdom: Zelda's Lullaby
There they were, in the still of the night, at the banking entrance of Lon Lon
Ranch. The main residence and lodgings to the left and a stable to the right
enfiladed the way to the main open field where the animals would normally
reside, were it day.
Sheik stole a glance at her companion; Malon was basically melted onto Sheik's
body, every muscle in the redhead's person was clearly relaxed to the point
where Sheik literally controlled Malon's body. Just beginning to understand the
implications of their situation on paper, Zelda wondered whether Malon had also
noticed the lapse in memory as to how they came to the ranch straight from the
outer castle gate.
bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb
Sheik and Malon had left the embrasure chamber and approached the gate to their
left, feeling small juxtaposed to the enormous wooden threshold seemingly
staring down upon them at a birds' eye view.
Both girls closed in on the gate and linked hands, looking each other in the
eye. Wordlessly agreeing, they slightly bent at the waist and knees and
simultaneously leapt as high as they could.
They came down back to their feet and senses unwillingly, as if they went down
a flight of stairs with their eyes closed, sure that they've cleared every
step, only to feel air where their feet assumed the floor would be.
Panic began tingling the sides of Zelda's neck, forcing her to come to terms
with if this glorified runaway escapade will be nipped before her adventure
could bud and bloom. "If only I would have brought more 'this'" and "If only I
had learned more 'that'" overwhelmed Zelda's thought processes.
This did nothing but cloud her judgment and hinder her from figuring out what
to do, for both herself and for her newfound partner whom she felt inordinate
care for. Failing here actually matters because of what this girl would think
of her.
No, wait, that's not exactly right - the fear of failing would force Zelda to
confront her self-image and her expectations of what she could do, and what she
could not. A change in Malon's esteem of her would without a doubt elicit a
change in Zelda's self-esteem.
"Sheik, you can stop worrying. You've got me by your side now, and I've got
your back," Malon said, placating her girl-friend with reassuring words and a
warm hug down at the waist.
Malon hands pulled her hip to Sheik's, and Sheik's taut belly into her own, and
drew her chest and head back just enough to fully regard Sheik. Malon's face
reddened and her chest inflated as if she wanted to get something off her
chest. She let go of her swell and spoke her words across as directly and
intimately as she could to her new close friend, Sheik: "I don't know exactly
what you're going to do outside the castle walls, but just know I want to come
with you.
"I'll be with you. You don't need to be afraid of messing up or not knowing
what to do. Even if we both fail at something, at least we can know we're not
the absolute worst in the world, because there can only be one! You can't have
two last places!
"That's the best part of having friends, is that they can cover each other's
weaknesses. And maybe, if they like each other hard enough, they can be
something...more."
Malon flushed add she bridged the gap in their chest-to-chest contact. The two
girls hugged tightly, hip deep into hip, busom abreast busom. Their faces a
half breath apart, Malon flustered as she saw that Sheik's burqa was in her
way, and so the more assertive girl brought her chin up to the top of the shawl
covering Sheik's lips and shoved it down.
Their faces connected at the forehead, noses aligned with one another, and
their breaths coalesced into one. "We can be something much more, really....
Better than we are by ourselves. You're the most interesting girl I've ever
met, and I want to be with you to see you at your best and worst, and be there
for you when you laugh and cry."
Malon staid her intimate embrace with Sheik for several more beats, and almost
inevitably ended their comfiture to approach the corner of the gate and archway
pillar. Malon attempted to change the subject: "Let's try a different method.
We can throw one of us toward a wall, feet first, and swing the other up toward
the gate. If we have to, we can repeat the wall jump again off the corner."
Malon again put her hands on Sheik, to guide her toward the aforementioned
corner. She drew Sheik's arm over her shoulders and placed her own around
Sheik's taut waist.
Steeling their resolves, Malon never took her hands off of Zelda while she
planned out the jump trajectory. Feeling up and down both sides of Sheik's
ribcage and armpits, Malon ascertained correctly that Sheik was the more
athletically fit of the two and set her up for the sequence.
"Let's do this. All you gotta do is throw me up at the wall, and I'll do the
same for you." Zelda mulled over the instructions, but began a line of inquiry
on the premise of this proposal, "Wait how did you leave on your own last
time?"
"Daddy Talon and Uncle Ingo did the same thing."
"Oh," Sheik ceded. "Wait, how did you get in he-"
Malon skipped and flung Zelda in an arc, and Sheik followed through with a
fling of her own of Malon onto the wall. Malon arced Sheik up, Sheik arched
Malon up again, and their visions faded to black.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Equipment: Ocarina of Time, Deku Nuts (10), Bombs (10)
     Wisdom: Zelda's Lullaby
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So we did make it over to the other side, Zelda thought. They walked, holding
hands, to the middle of the two buildings.
Malon directed her partner to the right, "I've got to check in on the stables.
Come with me, Sheik?" The indigo girl nodded lightly, fairly sure that her
creme-colored companion felt her response.
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The pungent smell of equine and bovine droppings hit Zelda down to the core.
She noticed the dew from outside helped suppress the stench somewhat, and
really wished they could go back and leave the door open. Malon wrapped an arm
around Sheik and pointed out the horses and cows, some of whom seemed to nod in
response at them.
Malon patted their snouts and foreheads as they came by, and offered Sheik to
do the same. Obliging, Zelda cautiously but confidently emulated Malon's
actions, and was rewarded with the warmth and feel of the animals coming to
life under her palm and fingers. By now, the smells ceased to bother either
girl.
Completing their round, they left the stable.
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"Come on, this is my house," Malon led Sheik.
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The bottom floor was a storage room of sorts, hay in the corners and plenty of
cuccos dallying about leisurely. "Sometimes when I'm bored, I'll chase around
the cuccos for fun and exercise, but I think we're both a bit too spent for
that," Malon said. This time she broke off from Sheik's side and fetched a
cucco by herself. She brought it over with hands over both wings, and let Sheik
pet its smooth feathers and bobbing head.
"Oh, check this out," said Malon, as she rhythmically moved the cucco's body
back and forth; the cucco's head was objectively standing still while its body
continued to bob. Sheik chortled briefly, and was transfixed to the sight.
"That is fascinating," uttered Sheik.
At that, and with a couple more slow shakes, Malon gently let the cucco back on
solid ground and let it titter away back to its nesting spot. "And that's all
the animals we have for you. Did you like them?"
Sheik nodded.
"I'm glad you did!" Malon smiled. She looked up the stairs at the door, and
looked back down at her masked friend. "There's one more building I need to
check on. Would you like to rest here a bit, or come with me?"
"I'll gladly come," Sheik proffered. It was her turn to hug Malon's arm and
nestle into her side. It was Malon's turn to blush.
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The two travelled down the length of the ranch land, and rounded the track
instead of entering the enclosed field. At the southern border, off-center,
there was a granary tower that scraped the sky, into which they entered via a
door at ground level.
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Yet another cow.
It made sense that some cows would be more easily stabled at this end of the
ranch, now that Zelda thought about it. A puzzling matrix of eight milk crates
filled a square, lowered floor area to their right.
"You're feeling a bit tired, aren't you?" Malon sweetly hunched over and looked
up at Sheik. She nodded noncommittally, making no effort to put up a stubbornly
durable front with her new friend. Malon grinned in affirmation, and trotted to
the crate matrix.
Pulling and pushing crates with her bare hands, Malon...wait, how was she
pulling the crates? Is there a handle or nook (small corner) or cranny (fissure
crack) for her to grip? Her hands are in the same position as when she pushes,
though, so what exactly is going o-
Do-do-do-do-do-do-Do
The omnipresent jingle coincided with the completion of the puzzle, and Malon
poked her head out of the alcove where she finished her puzzle. "I'm finished!"
Without waiting, Malon hopped over to Sheik's side of the crates.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     Equipment: Ocarina of Time, Deku Nuts (10), Bombs (10)
     Wisdom: Zelda's Lullaby
"How did you pull those crates like that?" Sheik asked dumbfoundedly. She began
to attempt pulling the crates, until she realized the crates were flush to the
depression in the floor.
"Come on, you can try there," offered Malon, pointing over to where she
finished her puzzle. Sheik began to follow her, but stopped in her tracks when
she noticed how Malon was climbing the crate. The girl hiked up her milky-white
dress, and kicked a leg up on the edge of the crate; the only thing was, that
save for a pair of boots, she was barenaked under her dress.
Halfway up onto the crate, Malon looked over her shoulder with eyes slanted
seductively, "Come here." She brought her other leg onto the lip to come up to
a squat, and drove her hips up to standing, revealing to Sheik a full view of
Malon's exposed lower body; the dress fell down naturally to cover what was
just exposed.
She wasn't done yet, however. She turned around, and again hiking her dress up,
this time all the way up to her navel, Malon asked Sheik, "Do you like what you
see?" The indigo-wearing girl felt heat exuding from her entire head, and could
not help but expose at least part of her face and neck to ventilate some of the
steam.
"Y-yes, I love it," admitted Sheik. Malon smirked a wide, toothy grin at that
response, and from up above dropped to a squat in full view of her new friend,
exposing her genitals in plain sight. "You're such a good girl, being honest
when it matters. Come on up to me, then." A small drop of fluid spilled out of
Malon's vulva.
Sheik steadied her vision and breathing, following Malon's instruction to climb
up the crate. Her vision pulsated, alternating between blurry and rose-tinged,
and she couldn't hear her own footsteps - just her thrumming heartbeat. Unable
to concentrate, the Sheikah girl lost her grip and fell back to her feet.
"Hehehee. Take your time. Try to remember the basics. Grip the edge, push off
your foot, and throw the leg over," Malon offered with a broad smile, hand
under chin and a bemused set of eyes.
Under the intoxicating circumstances, Zelda took Malon's words to heart and
remembered her training. Disregarding the more fanciful techniques, she went
back to basics and climbed up handedly. However, owing to her fundamentals, she
stayed at a low crouch immediately after changing elevation, meaning the two
girls were eye-to-eye on top of the crates.
Malon's face changed from a slightly smug smirk to a more contemplative mien,
and regarded Sheik in a more serious light. Unceremoniously, Malon rose, her
fore-hips coming perilously close to bumping Sheik's face and giving the other
girl a brief close-up view before the sheet of creme obscured the girl's nether
region yet again. A finger rested below Sheik's chin, and insisted Sheik come
up to meet her eyes again on the same level.
Without words, Sheik listlessly obeyed. Malon then showed her back to Sheik,
and took a slow breath of her own. She went over to the small alcove she
aforementioned that Sheik should come to. Wordlessly, Sheik followed.
It was at this point that Zelda realized her vision was back to normal.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Equipment: Ocarina of Time, Deku Nuts (10), Bombs (10)
     Wisdom: Zelda's Lullaby
Sheik rose with Malon, and shuffled over to the mystery corner that apparently
lay in store for both. Taking a closer look, Zelda noticed that the corner hid
a hole into the silo wall; the duo descended from the crates to ground level.
"Let's get back to basics, Sheik. You clearly know how to climb, but do you
know how to push and pull?"
Sheik replied, "Sure. Pushing and pulling seem to come easily enough. It still
does not explain how you were able to grab and pull the crates without a place
to grip."
Malon gave a lukewarm yet fond smile, not unlike the same she would give to the
ranch animals under her stewardship and care. Tender and caring, Malon felt a
motherly streak cross her heart and earnestly wanted to help Sheik the best she
could.
"Let's take a step back. Show me how you push."
To Sheik's credit, mused Malon, the Sheikah was unoffended by the humbling
request. She watched the indigo girl approach the crate, and push back against
it, literally; with Sheik's back against the crate, she pushed the wooden cube
no further than where it stood.
"That's really the most comfortable way to push, but there's a better way
that'll be more useful in your journey, Sheik." Malon brushed Sheik aside,
affectionately, and stood right up to the crate. With her hands on the Lon Lon
Ranch branding marks, Malon lowered her level and drove her shoulder into the
crate at hip height, pushing off of her feet and toes. An audible thump was
heard.
"Now from here, your hands stay at the same place; just keep your head and
shoulders up and out, trust in your grip, and...." Malon pulled on the crate,
and it moved along with her straight back. After one strong budge, Malon let
go. Keeping her eyes straight ahead to the crate, she instructed Sheik to do
the same, "Now you try."
Coolly eyeing her friend and ad hoc teacher, Sheik did as instructed and placed
her hands on the markings, changed her elevation, and shot into the box with
the side of her head and shoulder. The box easily moved where she wanted it to
go with a satisfying scrape, and rewarded both teacher and student with a
resounding thud.
Feeling confident, and already knowing Malon was beaming at her proudly behind
her shoulder, Sheik kept her grips and pulled back not with her hands and arms,
but with her broadened shoulders and upheld head. The box obeyed and returned
back to more or less the previous position.
"You're an excellent learner," Malon said, and physically reinforced her words
of praise with a kiss to the cheek. Without further ado, she then turned away
from her companion, dropping onto all fours, and went into the narrow
passageway. Shamelessly, she said, "Sheik, follow me. I'd like you to crawl
into my hole."
Blushing more than enough for one night, Sheik let her actions speak for her
and wordlessly followed right behind her gal pal. The soft, pale, swishing
figure up ahead turned to nothingness midway through the tunnel, but Sheik knew
better and kept her calm. To return the earlier embarrassment, Sheik dove
straight ahead into Malon's rear end with her own face and pushed all the way
through the passage.
So quickly did they egress from the crawlspace, Malon faceplanted into the nest
of hay in the middle of the alcove, with Sheik bringing up the rear after which
she hugged the creme girl behind and around the waist. They descended into
giggles, and Sheik could not help but add more cheekiness to the situation,
"Ooh, so soft."
Malon, rather than indignant, giggled some more and laughed it off, "What's so
soft? My waist, or my butt?"
With some deliberation, and possibly a probing grope here and there, the other
girl answered, "Mmm, both. I could curl up here with you and fall asleep
forever." Lightly squeezing her embrace, Sheik pulled Malon into her body and
indulged herself in Malon's red-orange hair.
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Oh, wasn't I just talking about how I would fall asleep with her, forever? I
wonder if she's sleeping now.
Musing internally, Zelda slowly opened her eyes, expecting to see Malon facing
away but still in her arms. Instead, she awoke to a blue darkness, surprisingly
chilly on the body parts that were not covered by hay or another person, and a
sleeping face.
Ah, correction - a sleepy face. Malon's half-lidded eyes fluttered open in
response to Sheik's gaze, and beamed beautifully. "Good morning, Princess,"
Malon said, pulling Sheik's burqa down a bit to reveal the princess's smoky
brown lips. The redhead kissed the tan-skinned girl on each cheek, though
really she kissed her more on the corners of her lips, and wrapped her arms
around Sheik's sandy blonde head into a full hug.
Within the snuggling comfort of Malon's busom, Zelda felt the throes of slumber
reach out to her again, until she realized, "What?"
A pregnant moment gave pause in that cozy cove. Malon cryptically answered her,
"Oh, my beloved Sheik. How I came to know of your true identity, as Princess
Zelda, I am sure you would most like to know." Sheik involuntarily gave a light
squeeze with her arms at this revelation.
"I came to see you, one day, when I went myself to deliver our ranch's milk
because Daddy fell asleep near the castle granary again. He and I brought it to
the castle, but I wanted to leave my poor old man alone so I pushed the crates
to finish the job. You already know I'm good with crates; what you don't know
is that I can jump off of them too.
"Sneaking past the guards wasn't too difficult. They weren't being very smart,
so little old me waltzed right on through in their blind spots. Getting to the
most inside courtyard, where they said you always were, was something I had
only done in my wildest dreams.
"But you weren't there, no one was; it was empty and I was completely
disappointed. But there was an intimidating figure in blue who almost saw me so
I hid in the closest bush I could find. It's there that I saw you as Sheik for
the first time.
"You were wearing the same garments you're wearing now. It was a tight body
suit that seemed like something royalty would never wear. It showed off your
strong muscles like your legs and your thighs, your arms and your backside. But
above it all as you stripped that layer away, I saw dusky brown skin, and the
most beautiful red eyes I've ever seen. It was then that I saw you take off
your headwear and put that makeup and dress on. In the end, I fled from the
scene only after you left for your duties, but what I saw that day I would
never forget.
"On that day, not only did I meet the girl of my dreams - you, Princess Zelda -
but I totally and completely fell in love with the person you are. You looked
like you wore the face of a knight in shining armor that day. Almost like you
were getting ready for battle like the soldiers, but something different.
"You were putting on that face whitening cream to keep up your persona,
probably. But I knew from your expression that it wasn't to please anyone else.
I knew it was so no one could complain about you over anything, and so you
could do your duty to the best of your ability, just as you do now as Sheik.
You were calm, collected, and sooo cool.
"So pretty and cool...," Malon purred. She snuggled more deeply into Sheik-
Zelda, cuddling right up to her body. Sheik's head may have still been abreast,
but Zelda's hand came out to interlock fingers with Malon's and brought both to
her breast and beating heart.
"You weren't lying when you told me you wanted to visit your homeland, but you
didn't tell me the whole truth, did you?" Malon asked Zelda. "Tell me, tell the
person who loves you what you were going to do outside the castle on your own
in the middle of the night."
Sheik's eye loosely stayed half-lidded, gaze completely unfocused, taking in
all that Malon revealed to her. A moment of silence filled the air. Zelda
turned Malon around gently but firmly to look her in the eye and say, "I came
out here to find someone like you."
So she loves me, too, Malon thought. Her head swooned into to the hay, and she
spoke on a softer note, "Zelda, I want to show you something. Something really
dear and precious to me." She sat up onto her knees - as did Princess Zelda -
and pulled her dress up from the bottom. Completely. Up her milky, white
thighs, past her thighs and bare mons pubis, her slight paunch below her navel,
her tummy and ribs, and finally over her barely noticeable, developing breasts
and pink areolae.
Above all this, however, and above her left breast, Malon had stashed a bundle
of hay. Within it, a hand sized egg lay within. "I've kept this cucco egg with
me for as long as I can remember. I don't honestly remember when I took it in,
but I held on to it for so long, I just couldn't give it up. I know one day
it'll wake up and hatch, but it feels like forever.
"Zelda, I want you to have this cucco. It's my gift to you. I think you'll do
better with it than I ever did," Malon confessed. Take the egg, Sheik did, but
she herself confessed, "I...I do not have anything to give you in return for
this."
"That's okay," Malon said back. "You'll know what to give when the time is
right." Still wracking her mind to find a solution, Zelda thought of a
counterintuitive idea: she would ask for something more. "I want you to teach
me a song. Your song."
Malon wanly smiled. She barely crawled over to the hole, and with a finger
beckoning Zelda to come hither, she disappeared down the tunnel; Zelda followed
her out, readjusting her hijab in the darkness on the way out. By the time they
effused out of the crawlspace, Malon had apparently dressed herself.
At the box matrix again, Malon gave an encore performance and hiked up her
dress to chest height, and kicked her leg up to climb the crate, exposing her
nether regions in the process. Smiling internally, Malon emulated Sheik, and
came up to a low crouch, and pulled her dress up her back and arched her back
yet again giving Zelda another showing of her backside and hindquarters.
Calling Malon's teasing bluff, Zelda yet again pushed her own face into Malon's
crotch. She anticipated the redhead to panic and scamper away, so the blonde
cupped the crooks in the girl's hips and took strong, sudden inhales to scare
Malon.
"Aaah! Hey! We're still a bit stinky from everything that happened today, so we
got to wash up before we have some fun with each other, Princess Zelda," Malon
reminded her assailant. The irony was not lost, and Zelda let go to follow her
friend.
Once atop the crates, and again taking the initiative, Zelda felt like having
Malon feel like the princess here. She swept the redhead off her feet with both
arms, jumping down off the boxes gracefully. Malon's face grew small in
surprise, and reverted to a pleasant smile as she was let down on her feet like
royalty, whilst her arms still held onto Zelda's neck.
They both pulled back, regarding the other girl with a genuine, warm smile, and
wrapped an arm around each other's shoulders, leading one another to the door.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Equipment: Ocarina of Time, Deku Nuts (10), Bombs (10), Weird Egg
     Wisdom: Zelda's Lullaby
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"'Stinky,' huh? Are you saying I smell bad as well?" Zelda jested. They walked
from the silo out to the field, the dark-blue Sheikah royalty rubbed shoulders
with the milky-dressed Lon Lon Ranchhand.
Malon responded with a firm squeeze, "Yeah, you smell almost as bad as me,
ehehe." She trotted over to the fenced enclosure in the middle of the ranch.
Zelda followed, wondering why they were not going around to the gate.
As they approached the fence, Zelda understood why. Malon turned side-on and
shimmied through the fence posts. Turning back, the gingerhead wordlessly
beckoned Zelda to copy her; the blue girl followed suit. Surprisingly and with
no trouble, Sheik made it through. She looked back at the fence again, and bade
her hand out as if to touch it, but withheld as if for a reason and turned back
to face her close friend.
They walked a small distance to another arc of the ovaline enclosure, where a
simple metal roof hung over two narrow beams, sheltering a trough of water. As
Zelda expected, Malon invited her to wash up with the trough water.
Holding on a moment, Zelda considered the hopeful possibility that this
stagnant water was not teeming with pathogens ready to devour her skin at first
contact. Coming to the best probable solution, Zelda asked, "Is this water
clean, because the horses have not drunk from this trough in quite some time?"
Red-orange hair whipped around atop a creme-colored dress as Malon turned to
face her Princess Zelda: "Wise as always. You're correct. I don't even remember
the last time the horses were over here, or even out at all. This long night
took a toll on my memory, hasn't it?"
Sheik did not respond.
The young ladies began washing their hands and faces, enough to shed the must
and odor off of their skin. As for their clothes, Malon had another plan in
mind.
Leading the blue girl to the middle of the field, Malon found a fairly clean
patch of grass and plopped down onto her backside. Zelda followed suit,
slapping the ground with her arms at an angle to break her fall. Their heads
were just about ear to ear, their bodies in a fairly romantic configuration.
Sheik followed Malon's lead and they shook their arms and legs out and about
onto the dew-ridden grass, transferring some of the lingering smells from
themselves back to the earth. After fluffing themselves up like a terrestrial
mammal would, the two girls settled back comfortably with a sigh.
Zelda stared up at the dark blue sky and attempted humor, "They should really
call this land the Dark City-State of Hyrule. No one really remembers what they
did when the sun was up. No one even brings up this amnesia at all."
Malon frowned a bit in contemplative consternation, "Huh, now that you mention
it.... This is kinda unsettling. How come no one else talks about this?"
"I myself and only other crazy people seem to do so openly," admitted Zelda.
Malon wordlessly gave her a look, but Zelda grinned back and continued, "I
would gander that other people feel anxiety about this matter as well, but few
people voice their opinions aloud. The only reason I would even consider
bringing this up is because of Impa."
"Ah, your nanny? Are you and her close friends?" Malon asked naïvely. She
turned her head to her friend, and saw Sheik's visage stay coolly laid-back,
keeping her gaze up at the sky.
Zelda reminisced, "She is dear to me - easily the closest person in my life. I
love her more than my father, just on time spent together alone. But on top of
that, Impa made sure to care for my well-being and upbringing. I always look to
become as great a woman as she is."
Malon's hand reached out, and rubbed Zelda's shawl-covered head affectionately,
"She sounds very important to you. Almost like a mother."
"Indeed," Sheik simply replied. After a comfortable silence, Malon began anew,
"So you wanted to hear me sing, but which one would you like me to sing?"
Zelda responded without hesitation, "Not just any song, but your song. Like
this."
Still supinated flat on her back, Sheik calmly pulled her Ocarina of Time out
of her vestments, and brought it to her lips, the rest of her face obscured by
her hair or her burqa. Sheik began the melody known to some as Zelda's Lullaby:
B - D A - - B - D A - - B - D Â - Ĝ B - - - - -
Sheik turned to peek at her companion, and found Malon eyelids-closed. Malon
opened her cerulean irises, and her cherubic mouth: "How pretty. Where did you
come up with that?"
Zelda proudly replied, "It was Impa who taught me this melody. She cryptically
said this song will be the most powerful tool in my life; I have yet to
comprehend what she meant."
A beat passed, then Malon stood up abruptly, startling Sheik enough to make her
flinch and prop up on an elbow. Malon reassured her, "It's okay, I just need to
stand up for this one. It's something I remember learning from my mother, too."
Malon turned aside and began Epona's Song:
D BA - D BA - D BA B A - - -
A distant whinny could be heard. Turning back quarter-circle to Zelda, Malon
reached a hand out to her friend, "Now you try. Play 'Epona's Song' on your
ocarina."
Zelda hesitated at the request, and obliged, bringing her facial covering down
completely, again to focus on the task at hand:
D . . Ba . . . D . B A
D BA - D BA - D BA B A - - -
Another neigh was heard. Malon giggled at this, and excitedly came up,
"Amazing! You really are amazing. Let's pay the song together!"
D BA - D BA - D BA B A - - -
ooh ooh ooh, ooh woo ooh, oooh, ooh oooooooh!
Zelda played, Malon sang, both in sync to complete one another. Zelda noticed
her ocarina began to glow, seemingly enjoying the new melody brought forth from
its orifices. She tucked her ocarina away into her chest covering, and Malon
let her arms down in kind. They looked at each other with loving eyes, eyes
that seemed at peace and muchly ready for something special, and so the two
girls closed the distance into a hug.
Bringing their bodies deeper into the embrace, Zelda and Malon kissed. Their
lips greeted and acknowledged one another, moved into each other more and more
until they were sure they couldn't fit better, and kept vying for better
positions every moment when they could think rationally. They lost themselves
in the moment.
Half opening their eyes, the two girls enjoyed being joined together like this,
enjoying the comfortable silence and warmth that only kindred spirits and
compatible bodies could provide.
With a parting kiss the two let each other go to give one another some
breathing space. Their first kiss as a confirmed couple was tremendous. Each
young lady bringing a part of their identities together in song form, the
kindred souls felt like they touched each other deeper than any other two
people could. It would take a lot to come between the two now.
Just then a horse's head crowded the two young ladies. Fiery red skin lined
with a silvery white mane came to head level, Malon giggling at the intrusion.
"!" Sheik bounded back, crouching into combat-ready position before catching
herself. The horse nuzzled into Malon's hand, and then trotted over to Sheik.
Cautiously, she stood up to meet the animal, and petted the horse while
rattling her brain as to how this creature snuck up on the two of them like
that.
Then she remembered the last thing they did, other than the kiss, and asked
Malon, "This is the eponymous Epona, then?"
"You got it!" Malon confirmed. The ranchhand threw a leg over the horse and
mounted the animal, and extended an arm out to her Princess, "Need a ride,
handsome?"
A bit fazed from the situation, an incredulous Sheik simply muttered,
"Wh...okay." Taking her hand, the Sheikah princess took the back seat, and
clung tightly to the rancher's daughter. The crimson horse neighed and trotted
northeastward at the command of her milky white master and her shady blue mate,
onward to Kakariko Village.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks to http://danbruno.net/writing/ocarina/
***** Kakariko Village *****
Chapter Summary
     Equipment: Ocarina of Time, Deku Nuts (10), Bombs (10), Weird Egg
     Wisdom: Zelda's Lullaby, Epona's Song
"Wheheheheheh!"
Last thing Zelda remembered was the horse rushing towards the northeastern
fence of the ranch. Now here they were on Epona's sinewy back, Malon and Sheik
landed at the latter's supposed motherland, Kakariko Village.
As the three entered town limits, they exchanged nods with the stationed guard
there. Malon's curiosity got the better of her and she leaned back to ask her
partner in a whisper, "Sheik, how come no one bothers you about how you dress?
Wasn't the civil war supposed to have been really horrible when we were
little?"
Sheik knew exactly what she meant. "You mean the war between the different
factions of Hyrule about ten years ago?" Zelda army into full storyteller mode:
"Then lay Sheikah on both sides of loyalty to the royal family. The war was
more like a mêlée with all parties aiming their arrows and spears in every
direction."
Sheik continued: "It was in that battlefield that Impa made a name for herself
as the linchpin of the Royal Family Loyalists, if not the combined might of the
entire Royal Family itself. In countless impossible missions, my caretaker
succeeded in tipping the scales to the royal loyalists' favor.
"With her charisma and impressive displays of power, wisdom, and courage, Impa
at 16 years of age swayed many third party belligerents to her side and
subverted the efforts of any holdouts left.
"Her last military move was a political one: opening the war-torn Kakariko
Village to all refugees of the conflict, declaring it a neutral zone that would
be under the protection of the royal Hyrulean army. She was quite strict about
who could stay, however; any criminal would be judged and executed on the same
day.
"This commandeering of the town forced the rebels into a hideout that has yet
to be ascertained, and where they were never seen or heard from again, ending
the Civil War of Hyrule. This is the time Impa also returned to the shadows of
history, only coming back into the public eye after just under a year as the
most esteemed royal nanny."
Malon listened intently to Sheik's explanation. The blue princess rather
obliviously began wrapping up the history lesson, "Impa was so respected that
on all sides of the war, many agents would pay deference to her by copying her
attire and modifying it to their own homelands. Eventually the idea spread down
to the lower ranks and even to some civilians. To accommodate for the wide
range of user body types, the bodysuit design was loosened and cropped to just
the upper body, effectively turning them into tunics. This is why I am given a
free pass in many places, as this original design gives me some credibility
with veterans. I had put much thought into the vestments for my travels, and I
am glad doing so is reaping rewards."
Malon barely understood what was just said. All she got out of what Zelda said
was that Impa was pretty awesome but something happened and tunics had
something to do with her. She felt Epona under them slow as if to mirror
Malon's train of thought, so Malon shook her head a bit and continued onward.
They reached the tree in the lower-middle part of town where a sickly looking
loiterer sat, yet Sheik felt drawn to a well at a higher area up ahead and bade
her girlfriend and her horse thither. Epona warily trotted to the stairs
leading up, but refused to climb them and began backing up. Feeling a bit
overconfident, Zelda slapped the horse on its rear to overcome its cowardice
and rush forward.
She was rewarded with a quick dash and stop - bringing the two girls forward
towards the head of the animal - and Epona reared onto her hind legs, lifting
the riders up into the air. Sheik felt her body float, feeling weightless for a
moment.
And then she experienced free fall.
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Zelda realized she was in a dream. Everything felt like it was happening in
third person, despite looking through the lens of her own eyes. Everything also
seemed to be in her peripheral vision, despite "seeing" normally.
She was in a blue chamber. Illuminated from below the floor than from above.
She was surrounded by a hexagon, and partially realized there were people there
as well. Behind her, she psychically knew she had steadfast allies at her back.
Before her, she felt reverence for something she did not fully understand, even
for a dream. Light and Shadow, she finally figured. But not necessarily Good
and Evil, she knew without reason.
And yet, off to the side, she saw a deep green. Not dark, not pale, but deep.
deep
deep
deep
deep
deep
. . . .
And it grew.
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Zelda came to, lying on her back on the sparsely-grassed ground. Before she
could lift her head, she felt a presence above her face. "Looks like you're
coming around...." It was Malon, her new girlfriend.
Zelda opened her chest at the sound of Malon's voice, immediately relieved that
not only were both of them alright but also Malon was doting on her so closely.
Sheik reached a hand to pat Malon's leg, "Sorry about that, are you unhurt?"
Something felt off and Sheik opened her eye to see her hand had landed rather
on Malon's inner thigh. The recipient suppressed a giggle, and returned the
favor by helping the disguised princess sit up. Pulling Zelda up from behind,
Malon drifted her hand down onto Sheik's lower abdomen, affectionately
squeezing her tummy lightly. Princess Zelda released her taut muscles within
her core and loosened her legs until they splayed out bowlegged under Malon's
tender hand.
Under the starry night sky, with no one save the local bum at the tree a fair
distance away, two girls took their relationship a bit farther. Sheik's right
hand reached around and gently drew Malon's head into her own, locking lips
with her girlfriend. Lips softly sank into each other and exchanged saliva and
heat. Deeper in, two tongues barely scraped past one another.
This time, Zelda was the one to make the initial move. She unwrapped left hand
and slid it closer to the juncture of Malon's thighs, inserting the inside of
her middle finger up and down the length of Malon's slit. Malon, for her part,
did not flinch and her torso stayed still between Zelda's steady two handed
grip of both her head and hips.
Malon returned the favor and pulled Sheik's head in closer to hers for a deeper
kiss and brought the other hand down from Zelda's navel to her mons pubis and
then settled her fingers into the groove underneath. Malon gripped the crown
princess' vulva lightly, gnashing it in a circular manner to hopefully draw out
an emotional reaction.
They passionately continued on like that for a short while, until the squatting
cowgirl had a small accident. Malon swallowed a shriek after she felt some
liquid escape her lower lips, worried she just urinated into Princess Zelda's
hand. She made to fall back and recuperate from this bout of embarrassment, but
her girlfriend had other plans.
Malon's hips stayed locked to Zelda's hand and she didn't understand why. Zelda
had hooked a finger deep into Malon's tight vagina and wasn't about to let go
anytime soon. When Malon brought her hands down to Zelda's throttling arm for
some say over the situation, the blue girl dragged Malon's body across her own
to pull her right on top, but askew.
Now Malon's crotch hovered over Zelda's face, and Zelda's hips lay under
Malon's direct eyesight. The lithe princess on the bottom pulled her finger out
from inside Malon's hips with a wet pop and took it into her lips. "Mmm," was
the sound the Sheikah gave away. Malon began to twitch so Zelda wrapped both
arms over the milky girl's waist, and pulled her down to make the cowgirl sit
on Zelda's face.
Bluntly put, Zelda drank from Malon's sweet pussy. Kissing and slurping
concurrently as her lips made their way from pubis to perineum, Zelda's oral
ministrations gave the usually more sexually assertive Malon a noticeable fit.
The milky white girl's laboured breathing made its way down onto Zelda's open
crotch, covered by the bodysuit though it may be.
It mattered not, however, as Zelda's ceaseless kissing and licking, slurping
and smacking was enabled by her hands gripping the ranchgirl's sweet cheeks and
pinning the girl's arms to her upper thighs; Malon essentially gave in to Zelda
domination and fell to her knees.
Grinding her hips softly into Zelda's face, Malon let out an unintentional
moan. She openned her eyes wide and looked around, hoping no one heard them.
Another wave of moans threatened to unleash themselves, so Malon reciprocated
her girlfriend's actions and she dug her nose and chin into Zelda's crotch.
She could smell the wet heat from the princess' core, a smell she knew could
come from nowhere else but from inside the hot and heavy loins of a woman. She
breathed deep into of the princess' private parts, not even registering how
amazing the situation was to an objective observer.
Malon, a lowly rancher's daughter, is sitting on Princess Zelda's face, drawing
breath point blank from the most forbidden and sacred area of the royal
Princess' body, out in the open air of a town full of people.
Oh and she has to come. Like right now.
"Ooooooh," Malon let out. She let go of the tension in her lower stomach and
indulged the urge to unload into Zelda's mouth. The princess opened her mouth
to its full extent, tongue extended, to take it all in. A clear liquid squirted
out of Malon's vulva, and a stickier film oozed from her vagina. Zelda drank in
most of the fluids, drunk on the headiness of Malon's essence emptying into her
lips, and followed up by slurping Malon's sticky aftermath. The sound of both
liquid and air being sucked into Zelda's small mouth was succeeded by her
audible gulps of the two fluids down her throat and into her stomach.
Zelda finished sucking all the fluid from Malon's vaginal orifice, and followed
up by licking the surrounding area clean: the sides of Malon's labia, down
inside and around the clitoral hood, and even a bit up into the perineum. Zelda
smelled a faintly unpleasant odor but made no tell to give away that she had.
She lastly opened her jaw and tongue to rest upon Malon's naked crotch, moaning
into the flesh and tasting the last of the juices that came.
Malon began to come to and lifted some of the weight off of Zelda's face. Zelda
finished her service with a wet kiss on Malon's lower vaginal lips, to signify
a job well done. Malon splayed her body limply on top of Zelda's to finally get
some rest, whereas the young woman on the bottom spread her arms and happily
surrendered to sleep, a lovely weight on her torso and the inky, indigo sky
above them all.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Summary
     Equipment: Ocarina of Time, Deku Nuts (10), Bombs (10), Weird Egg
     Wisdom: Zelda's Lullaby, Epona's Song
Chapter Notes
     Added a detail to chapter 7, in the hay hole.
Zelda opened her eyes to the starry night sky. Feeling the afterglow of her
first night of physical intimacy, the princess rubbed her lover's back up and
down aimlessly as her mind began to clear.
She had been giving Malon her utmost love and attention just a moment before,
and yet her thoughts could not help but aim elsewhere now. Perhaps it was
because the thrilling first time experience had finished, and there was nothing
left to do but think. Specifically, a deep green haunted her at this waking
moment.
The deep green presence grew ever more tangible and real every time her mind's
eye brushed over it in her dreams. It was definitely...animate...but not
compassionate by any means. Yet the more she stood to understand it and its
purpose, the less it felt like it wanted to make sense. It wanted to be left
alone. It wanted to be un-known.
Soon after, she broke from that reverie; she could hear and even feel Malon's
sighs of sleep. The white girl on top had laid her head on Sheik's thigh, faced
toward the blue girl's lower body. Unbeknownst to Sheik for some time, Malon's
drool had settled in between her legs and left a unique scent on that specific
part of the Sheikah's bodysuit.
Hoping to gently stir Malon awake, Sheik reached above her head and massaged
the milky girl's calves and thighs. After some time, the ruddish-skinned
princess absentmindedly caressed the milky white girl's sensitive, juicy lips,
and then Zelda pulled the hem of Malon's dress skirt down - or was it up? - to
bare the cowgirl's derrière and arrière. Grabbing the rancher's daughter by her
hips and arse, Zelda sucked on Malon's open and inviting petals, locking her
lips over her lover's lower ones.
Hungrily slurping away, Zelda ate Malon inside and out, enjoying the taste of
everything in the area. The dark skinned girl enjoyed every moment of taking in
the milky girl's delectable labia in her mouth.
Out of the hazy fog of slumber, Malon awoke to the hazy fog of arousal. Before
opening her eyelids, she caught a uniquely intimate scent from below her nose.
She recognized it primally as her own dried saliva, but coalesced with Zelda's
essence. Feeling release overtaking her yet again, she admirably thought fast
before being fully awake and muffled her moans into Zelda's groin, in turn
arousing the blonde inasmuch.
The two girls lay there, face digging into each other's loins. The redhead
turned onto her side, allowing her girlfriend to use the paler girl's thigh as
a pillow, and likewise she used Sheik's blue thigh as a cushion for her own
head. Malon lazily relished in the thorough oral job Zelda was doing to her
lower half, all the while enjoying the view of Sheik's impressive lower body.
Malon languidly lifted her thigh, spreading her legs to show off her slick,
reddened slit amidst her creamy white thighs and lower abdomen. "I'm easily the
luckiest girl in the world right now," Malon admitted with no hesitation. Sheik
spoke from her position between the other girl's thighs, "How so?"
Malon inhaled a long whiff and dropped her head back unto a blue thigh, "I have
the princess of the entire kingdom serving me in the most intimate way
possible. She actually wanted to be beneath me and allowed me to sit on her
face. I've done almost nothing in return to deserve this. All I've done for her
is teach her a song and give her a ride on my pony. I never dreamed my life
could have been like this."
Princess Zelda sat up, placing a sincere hand to her lover and companion's left
busom. "It was my heartfelt pleasure to please you as such. I never thought I
could find love like this in my sheltered life, and I am genuinely glad I met
you, Malon." She took Malon's head into her hands and brought it up to her face
and said, "I love you." Zelda kissed Malon.
"I love you too, no matter what name you go by," Malon responded. The two girls
kissed and enjoyed the sensation of their tongues and teeth rubbing against
each other in the confines of their wet, pressed lips.
Some time had passed, and still in the darkness of the night, the couple got up
and began to take in their surroundings. The cottage they slept right in front
of seemed like a good place to start.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     Equipment: Ocarina of Time, Deku Nuts (10), Bombs (10), Weird Egg
     Wisdom: Zelda's Lullaby, Epona's Song
Chapter Notes
     Happy Turkeyday!
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They kept a cool visage as they entered the doorway, hoping nothing on their
appearance seemed amiss or disheveled. Each girl looked at her lover for any
hints that might give away that they recently pleasured one another on the open
air grass.
The old man and woman regarded them nonjudgmentally. The girls started with the
lady first, who said to them, "Did you girls see the young man out there
sitting under the tree? He's my son but he's always so distraught over
nothing!"
"Kah-aah! That deadbeat is good for nothing!" the bald and portly fellow
exclaimed, "Why, when I was his age, I was already doing my best to bed every
maiden in town."
"Maybe if you actually did, I wouldn't have had to do all the work of siring
and rearing five sons!" the initial lady retorted. The bystanding observers -
Zelda and Malon - could gather that the two were most likely wed and were the
heads of the household, on more or less equal footing.
"Yeah well, he'd never get off his skinny ass of his for anyone. Except his pet
cucco! Co...gyro.... Or Cozy...roll...or...Cojima...er something, I don't
know!"
"Cojiro! The poor little chick doesn't show a peek of life in him unless our
boy is holding him! Poor boys, birds of a feather flock together, I guess!"
Sheik had noticed by this time that her girlfriend had moved. Malon was sitting
on one of the beds, apparently dazed and yet unfazed by her breech of decorum.
Gathering that the mom and pop had nothing else to say, Zelda joined Malon,
tentatively setting herself on the bed right beside her. "Is something the
matter?"
The concern was welcomed with a genuinely warm smile, though not without a
lagging look that showed Malon's mind was elsewhere. "Sorry, Z...Sheik. I just
felt oddly...comfy here all of a sudden."
Sheik's vestments felt movement, and after a moment of alarm, Zelda realized it
was the Weird Egg Malon had given her. It rumbled the signs of life, but after
some time it settled down. Thinking nothing of it, Sheik neglected to mention
it to her girlfriend.
"You know, the Sheikah are pretty sparse, even around here. Are you perhaps
related to the Great Impa?" The question from the man of the house caught Sheik
offguard. The woman of the house continued the line of questioning, "It's a
terrible shame what had to happen to the rest of your people, on both sides of
the civil war. It must have been a very difficult decision for the Great Impa,
to have to defeat so many of her own kind."
The man added, "Defeating them was the nicest thing she did. I hear that she
brought the war to an end as early as it did, by any means necessary. They say
the Graveyard behind the Village houses all the tortured souls of the bloody
war."
Sheik was visibly upset. Malon noticed her girlfriend trembling with closed
fists, unable to lift her eye from a spot on the floor. As dignified as the
Princess probably was, Zelda exploding in anger at her citizens would not be a
good thing. Without hesitation, Malon grabbed Sheik's wrist gently, "Excuse us.
Thanks for letting us into your home."
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Out in the fresh night air, Zelda caressed Malon's arm, silently thanking her
companion for getting them out of there. She was not necessarily mad at the
gossip, but rather aimlessly angry and confused at the rumors about her beloved
Impa. Her nanny was the most gentle, sweetest, most merciful person she knew.
She knew war was troublesome, but Zelda never really considered the extent of
the brutality that could have transpired.
What does this say about her as a person? If she looked to Impa as the ideal
model on her ascendancy to the Queen's throne, Zelda was faced with a dilemma.
Is she on the right path? Was she looking at the wrong light? Why was this
bothering her so easily?
For lack of better reason, Sheik began to cry. She wept in frustration, doing
her best to stifle noise that would give away her weakness and inexperience
with the ways of the world. The first village she takes her lover out to, and
here she was, unable to control her emotions and losing all composure. What
must Malon think of her at this moment?
And suddenly, she realized Malon was no longer in front of her leading her by
the arm. Malon hugged her from behind. "It's going to be okay. We'll get
through this together. I am here for you. Keep your head up, my strong Princess
Zelda."
With her lover having her back, Zelda felt warm joy slowly fill her being. As
if she were a vessel drawing bath water, she felt love fill her up like a
container, more and more by the moment. She knew what to do. She knew where to
go.
"Let's visit the Graveyard."
End Notes
     https://www.gamefaqs.com/n64/197771-the-legend-of-zelda-ocarina-of-
     time/faqs/20240
     Invaluable text dump
     http://zelda.wikia.com/wiki/Biggoron%27s_Sword
     Sword quest
     http://zelda.wikia.com/wiki/Happy_Mask_side_quest
     Masks and their effects
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