Chapter 1 - Forest of Beginnings

This is a work of erotic fan fiction. Fetishes included are: Futanari, huge cock, giantess (technically mini-person), autofellatio and autopaizuri. This series is dedicated to good story, characters, and setting as well as sex. This chapter is mostly about introductions and world building and has only one erotic scene at the end, and honestly is the slowest chapter of the series. If you find yourself trudging, go ahead and skip to the next. Sex-to-story ratio: 2/8
 
Chapter 1: Forest of Beginnings 
 
Linkette burned with shame.
She sat on a stump, face bright red as a solid lump of self-loathing weighed in her chest. She couldn’t lift her eyes from the ground, couldn’t turn and look at Saria, who sat a distance away in the soft grass of the forest meadow. Saria was looking at her. She could feel her eyes on her back, could feel the innocent concern she was pouring out through them, and it only made the shame worse.
Saria got up. She approached Linkette, hand held out. “Linkette, I’m sorry--”
“No!” Linkette shouted, startling Saria. Her eyes clenched shut, squeezing out hot tears. “No. Don’t… don’t say you’re sorry. This is, this is all my fault…”
Saria came closer, placing a hand on Linkette’s arm; she flinched at the touch. “Buddy… come on, nothing happened, it didn’t even go in.”
Linkette’s eyes snapped up, the anger she felt at herself flowing out through them. “I hurt you! I hurt you trying to--trying to do some selfish thing we don't even understand!”
Saria lifted up and sat her bare butt on Linkette’s lap, still pantsless from what they had tried. Her back pressed against Linkette’s thick thingy--it was too large to avoid--and sent a shiver down Linkette’s spine, followed by another wave of disgust.
“Linky, it was my idea.” Her small hand touched Linkette’s face, turning it to look at her eyes. To look down at her eyes. She’s so small now. Even sitting on Linkette’s lap, her head was lower. How could Linkette ever think what they had tried would work? Her thingy was almost as big as Saria’s whole body now, its head bobbing against Saria’s shoulder blades. It was obvious something like that would never fit in the Kokiri, it was obvious even trying to make it would hurt her.
Linkette launched up from her seat, sending Saria tumbling away with a surprised ‘whoa!’ She paced around the clearing, her thingy bobbing and swaying in front of her, her fat chest bouncing with every step against her tiny, straining green tunic.
“It doesn’t matter it was your idea, I shouldn’t have said yes! I shouldn’t have been so desperate I-- I knew how wrong it was! I could feel it, I knew it more than I ever knew anything before! It’s unnatural for--! … for whatever I am to be with a Kokiri.”
Saria’s brow furrowed in confusion. “But… you are a Kokiri.”
Linkette scoffed, shaking her head. “No, I’m not. How can I be? Look at me.”
Linkette turned to face her, presenting her body with a frustrated, waving arm motion. Her body was so different from the forest children, there was barely any similarity at all. They all had four limbs and a head, but Linkette was bigger. Always bigger, in every way. Her chest was fat, huge, two wobbly lumps with smaller little nubs on the end, sticking out so far that Saria could sit between them with her back to Linkette’s ribs and they’d still jut out way past Saria’s flat little chest. No one in the forest made clothes big enough to hold them; she had to cut up and stitch together three different tunics just to fit over her chest, and they still strained and bulged around it.
Where the other Kokiris’ hair never grew, Linkette’s never stopped. Even braided a hundred times, the gleaming blonde strands hung down to her big, wide, heart-shaped butt, which flared out from her waist with her hips. The only part of her that was smaller were her eyes, and they only looked smaller because they were the same size sitting in a bigger head. Her ears were bigger too, long and pointed, while the Kokiri were short and rounded.
And, most of all, the Kokiri either had thingies or… um, well, other thingies, inside-thingies. They didn’t really have a word for it in the forest. The Kokiri had boys and girls. Linkette was neither, because she had both.
Saria stepped up and hugged Linkette’s leg. She had to hug her leg, because that was all she could reach, because Linkette was also so tall. Saria’s head was the same height as Linkette’s butt; Linkette had to be careful walking through the village, or her thingy would smack the others in the face.
A tug on Linkette’s hand brought her gently down to the grass, where Saria hugged her properly, their heads side by side. Saria was the only one who hugged her anymore.
Linkette remembered when Saria was the same size as her. She remembered when Saria was bigger. She remembered when she could play and laugh with all the other Kokiri with no worries, when the only problem she had was a little bit of teasing from that jerk Mido for not having a fairy.
“I just wanted to help…” Saria said, nuzzling Linkette’s cheek. “You’ve been so miserable for so long now…”
Linkette’s thingy used to be small and soft like all the boys. Then it got big, and sometimes it got hard, but other times it was still soft. For the last eight moons, it had always been hard. Every day and every night, never going down.  And every day it stayed hard, it got more and more painful. More… needy.
Linkette squeezed Saria tight to her big chest, eyes shut tight and leaking tears over Saria’s shoulder. She had to work up the courage to say, “...I need to see the Deku tree. I need to know what I am. I… I need to know if I belong here.”
Saria pulled back, eyes wide. “You… want to leave?”
Linkette’s arms lowered to her side, her eyes falling down. Down, to rest on the vast shelf of her chest, with the bit of bare skin bulging up and flowing out of it from the stretched neckline of her tunic. Her eyes also fell on the bobbing head of her thingy just beyond it. It was wide and thick, so wide her whole hand could only fit around half of its trunk, and so long that if she sat with her spine anything other than perfectly straight it would stick up all the way through her chest lumps.
Her eyes lifted to Saria’s. “I… I think I have to. Saria, you’re the only reason I want to stay. Everyone else hates me. And if this… this thing that’s wrong with me is driving me to hurt you, I can’t stand to stay with you either.”
Saria looked downcast for a moment, then nodded and pulled her into another hug. “I understand. I love you, Linky. Promise you’ll say goodbye before you go?”
Linkette nodded, a soft, bittersweet sob escaping her mouth. “Of course. I love you too, Saria.”
 
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Saria got her shorts back on, but Linkette didn’t have pants to change into. Her butt was too big, and her thingy got in the way too. Mido was the one who made the clothes, and he refused to make anything that fit her, because he was a jerk. So, naked from the waist down as she always was, Linkette walked with Saria out of the Lost Woods and into the village of Kokiri Forest.
No one in the forest cared about seeing each other naked. They would all go swimming in the buff all the time, there was nothing weird about it; the only reason they wore clothes generally was because the Great Deku Tree wanted them to. Linkette, though, wished she could wear pants. Someone seeing her thing didn’t bother her; someone seeing how big and weird it was and making fun of her for it did.
One of the children noticed her arrival immediately, and made sure everyone knew about it. “Hey look, Fat Chest Linkette’s back from rubbing herself!”
All the Kokiri in the village laughed. They had caught her weeks ago; her hard thingy had gotten so unbearable, she started rubbing it, with her hands and her fat chest, and sucked its tip with her mouth. It had all felt good, really good, but it didn’t satisfy her, didn’t give her any sense of relief. In fact, it made the aching worse when she stopped.
Linkette turned her face to the ground and walked past them without a word. Saria, behind her, puffed up with anger and started yelling at all the others. Linkette kept walking, putting as much distance between her and them as possible.
She made it maybe ten steps before the fairies swarmed her, delighted tiny voices crying out with glee. They slammed into her in a wave, one for every Kokiri in the village, nearly two dozen. “Linkette!” “Wobblechest!” “Jigglebuns!” “Melonballs!”
All their irritating little pet names came chirping up at her. She rolled her eyes, first in annoyance, then with a gasp of pleasure as the girl fairies migrated down to her thingy and balls. The boy fairies continued to press themselves against her chest while the girl fairies rubbed their bodies and faces against her rock hard thing, some of them even licking the slit at its tip.
Linkette’s knees buckled and she nearly collapsed to the ground, barely catching herself. Several of the boy fairies were dislodged from her chest, but they just flew around and down and took the chance to nuzzle her less crowded, uncovered butt. One of them slipped himself up inside between the crack, deep enough her cheeks completely closed around him as he pressed himself against her butthole.
“Hey!” Linkette shouted, whipping around and digging the offending fairy out. “Stop that! I hate it when you do that!” He just grinned, not sorry at all.
Saria’s fairy, Airas, floated up to Linkette’s face with her little wings fluttering. Her luminous skin was a light red, her body smaller than Linkette’s hand--though not Saria’s--and her face bright with excitement. She had chest fat too, but little tiny bumps that could be covered by the fairy’s hands, not the huge, heaving mounds that Linkette had.
“Did it work?! Did you do it?!” Airas demanded. “Come on, we have to know, we have to!”
Linkette didn’t answer, just turned her face away in shame.
Airas’ jaw dropped and shoulders slumped. “You mean… it didn’t work? No! Augh, no! That’s so unfair!” She fluttered down to Linkette’s thingy, pressing against it from underneath, her head pressing against the bobbing folds of Linkette’s foreskin and her hand rubbing that really sensitive bit of skin just beneath it. “This is the best boner ever in the world, but I’m too small and Saria’s too young to take it! So unfair!”
The fairies loved Linkette, unlike their Kokiri partners. They wouldn’t leave her alone. Every minute she was awake they were on her, pestering her, pressing up against her bits. She hated it; it made her aching even worse. They were always doing this thing, where they mash their special places together and hump each other like animals in the spring. Usually the boys did it with the girls, putting their thingies inside the girls’ slits, but sometimes the boys put them in each other’s butts, and sometimes the girls mashed their special places together too.
Whichever they did wasn’t a matter of preference, but convenience. They did it all the time, as often as they could, with whoever was close enough to do it. It was where Saria got the idea to try with Linkette, but only after Linkette showed her what they were doing. Even though the fairies did it every minute of the day, in plain sight all over the forest, their Kokiri partners never even noticed it. 
Linkette did. She always had. She never knew what to feel about it before, but once her thingy started growing, it was all she saw. It made her hard, and uncomfortable, and jealous for reasons she couldn’t explain. That’s why she hated being around the fairies, but they loved being around her, but they didn’t stop doing that thing even though it made her so uncomfortable. The only reason she ever got any peace from them was they hated going into the Lost Woods.
And speaking of that, those little jerks--! “Stop it!” Linkette yelled, brows knit in anger as she swatted two fairies humping on the bed of her chest. They tumbled away through the air, fluttered their wings to right themselves, and came back up with his thingy still in her slit.
They were barely even sheepish as the girl complained “Come oooooon! We can’t resist! It’s just so hot to do it on there, it makes it so much better!”
Linkette grumbled bitterly. “Why can’t you just leave me alone? I haven’t gotten any sleep in ages because you keep waking me up, bouncing around all over me!”
“Who needs sleep when you’ve got this?” The boy fairy asked, thrusting his hips twice into the girl.
Linkette’s enraged snort sent them tumbling through the air again, her eyes burning balls of fury. “I don’t have that either!”
She shook the fairies off her body, the violent momentum of her chest almost knocking her off balance, and stormed away towards the Great Deku Tree’s grove.
Mido was there to stand in her way.
“Hey, fatty!” Mido sneered at her. Linkette tried to ignore him, to walk right past, but Mido stepped into her path and held up a hand. “Whoa whoa! Where do you think you’re going? You want to see the Great Deku Tree? No way. You have to be a real Kokiri to see... him...”
His words faltered as her shadow fell over him, totally eclipsing the light from the leafy canopy above. She got so close he had to crane his neck to look her in the face, and when she bent over at the waist ninety degrees to glare at him face-to-face, she was still taller than he was.
She growled at him, frustration and shame and the pent-up pressure in her balls stripping her of all patience, “Then just try to stop me, pipsqueek.”
He staggered backwards, tripping over a rock and landing on his back. Linkette continued on as if he wasn’t there.
Mido pushed himself up and scowled at her retreating back. “Fatty! The Deku Tree won’t want anything to do with you, or you stupid big thing!”
He harrumphed and turned, stalking away to join the other children. She tried to put him out of her mind, tried not to let it affect her. It did anyway. She didn’t express it to Saria, not really, just how empty the forest made her feel. How rejected. She would have left by herself ages ago, if Saria wasn’t there to comfort her.
 
 
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The Great Deku Tree’s giant wooden face creaked and crackled as it moved into a warm smile at Linkette’s appearance. “Young one, dost thou delight me with thy presence? I beckon thee closer, sit so we might talk!”
Linkette did not sit. Her face tilted to the ground, nervousness gripping her, she muttered, “...there’s a reason, isn’t there?”
The darker colored bark of the Deku Tree’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Reason? What dost thou mean, young one?”
Linkette lifted her eyes. “You call all the other Kokiri ‘my child.’ But, when you talk to me you… you always say ‘young one’…”
The Deku Tree paused, studying her, before pressing his huge rough-wood lips together in a thin line. He sighed with the sound of wind-rustled leaves. “So, thou hast grown so quickly…”
Linkette felt a flush of shock and anger run through her. Here? Even here?! In the Deku Tree’s own grove, she was being insulted for her biggness. By the Deku Tree himself!
She raised her head and her hand, ready to yell her frustration out at him, but found his face blanketed in a soft, gentle somberness that gave her pause. Softly he repeated, “Sit, young one, and I shall tell thee the story of thy brothers and sisters, the Kokiri.”
Linkette felt a chill run down her spine. She lowered her bare butt to the grassy meadow. Her hard thingy jabbed up into the bottom of her wobbly chest bumps as she hit the ground, knocking one of them back up into her chin, and then it slammed back down so hard it flopped right out the bottom of her constricting green tunic. She cried out in alarm as the pale smooth flesh bounced and jiggled all over the place, at least the size of her head. She grabbed the freed mound, accidentally squeezing the light pink nub that was permanently small and hard like little pebbles as she did. A twitch ran through her body as her thingy throbbed hard, its head stuck inside her shirt with the other, captive chest-mound.
She stopped, face burning red with the blush of embarrassment, and collected herself enough to stuff her chest fat back into her shirt, and pull her thingy out from between the two of them. Maybe it would be more respectful to the Deku Tree to leave it in, but she knew from experience that the gentle rubbing of her chest against it would make listening impossible.
The Deku Tree watched this all silently. When Linkette had settled, he spoke. “Hast thou borne witness to the stalfos before?”
Linkette nodded. “Yeah… they wander around the Lost Woods sometimes. I always stay away from them.”
“As thou should. Dost thou know… what a human is?”
Linkette crumpled her brow. “A… human? No… I’ve never heard that word before…”
The leaves of the Deku Tree’s crown rustled back and forth--his nod. “Thou wouldst have no chance to. Humans are the race of beings who live beyond Hyrule.”
“What’s Hyrule?”
“This is, young one. This land on which we sit. The Kokiri Forest is only a small portion of it, a part of the whole. Hyrule is a land blessed--and cursed--with magic.”
Linkette frowned. “Magic? How can magic be a curse?”
“It is not, young one, not to those races born to live in it. Humans, are not born to magic. It is foreign to them. When a human enters this land, their bodies are worn away by the corroding magic which permeates the soil and air. They become the stalfos, cursed with undeath, relics of what they once were.”
Linkette swallowed. She was trying to concentrate, to focus on what he was saying. She was succeeding, but the grass she sat on was constantly trying to pull her focus away. It caressed her bare bottom, reaching up and tickling the underside of her apple-sized balls, and the lips of her special place behind them, and some of the longer blades even reached all the way up into the cushioning pillows of her butt and tickled her butthole. Every movement made their presence more pronounced, and every light, tickling touch made her harder, ache worse. Her thingy throbbed hard with every heartbeat, throwing its back into the face of her chest, and sometimes that would hit her hard nubs on the end of them, and that would distract her worse.
She forced her mind back onto what the Deku Tree was saying, almost panting as she asked, “That’s… that’s really scary but, what does that have to do with where the Kokiri come from?”
“Because, young one, the Kokiri are human.”
Linkette’s eyes snapped wide open and she jumped to her feet, her pulsing hardness forgotten in a second. “What?! No! No, we have to get them out of here, we can’t let Saria die!”
“Be still, young one!” The Deku Tree’s deep voice boomed out, stern and commanding. “Calm thyself and listen!” Linkette forced herself to stand still, but didn’t sit down again. “I name the Kokiri as my children because that is what they are. I gave birth to the beings they are now, but they were not so when they first came to my domain. Sometimes, now and again, a child becomes lost in my forest from the human side. Some are simply lost, some are abandoned, some are offered up as sacrifices to the spirits of the forest.”
“Isn’t... that you?”
A foul, angry look overtook the Deku Tree. “Yes, I am. My attempts to stop it hast failed, therefore instead I embrace what is. These children, as all humans, would waste away and die in the climate of Hyrule. I find what ones I can and bring them here, where I perform a ritual.
“The Kokiri are half of a complete being. Each forest child, who was once human, became a being of magic through my works. I divorced their innocence of childhood from the adult impurity that would grow within them otherwise. I separate them, into Kokiri and fairy, two bonded beings of opposite natures. One becomes an immortal child, pure of evils, and the other becomes the avatar of their sexuality.”
Linkette didn’t know that word, and said as much.
“It is the drive to do what you have observed them doing. They mate, for pleasure and fun. It is a drive all adults know. It is a drive that thou, my dear, sweet Linkette, have come to know.”
Linkette felt her breath seize, her eyes widening as a timid, hopeful thought touched her mind. Sexuality. “There’s… a word for it?”
“There are many words, young one, though I know only few of them. But I know this: thou are not Kokiri, because thou neither are nor were human. You are Hylian, an inhabitant of Hyrule. Where the humans have two genders, man and woman, your people are both in one. The longing you feel is the desire to mate with those of your own kind.”
Linkette took a heavy step back, her thingy and chest bouncing up and down long after doing so as she took in everything he had told her. 
“You mean... there are... others, like me? People with... girl parts and boy parts? And, and, fat chests like mine?”
“Yes, young one. Learn now,  however, their names: those of the boys are called the penis, and those of the girls called the vagina. They possess many other names besides, which I shall not abide spoken in my forest.”
There are words for those too... Linkette was stunned. She didn't know what to think, what to say, what questions to ask. She felt like she should be both betrayed and overjoyed, as if she both had everything she was taken away, and yet her true self revealed. Through all the conflicting emotions, one did reign supreme though: wonderment and joy.
“I’m… a Hylian…” Her eyes lifted to the Deku Tree. “Then… why am I here, and not with other… Hylians?” She asked.
“I know not. I found thou in my forest, alone. A Hylian I suspect your mother lay nearby, succumbed to wounds. I could feel, looking upon you, the profound destiny you have ahead… I took you in and raised you. But now, the time for you to depart has come.”
A pit formed in her stomach. She wanted to leave anyway, but when he said it, it just felt like another rejection. “Why do I have to go?”
“This is not thy place. Thou will never be satisfied here, always be tortured by thy cravings, unfulfillable. And beyond this place, a future lies waiting for you. The greatest of the gods have ordained thy birth, Linkette, and now the time of thy destiny approaches.”
The ground bulged in front of her, and a single thin root lifted out of the soil to caress her cheek. “You are not my child, Linkette, but I love you as though you were. My forest may not be thy home, but thou art always welcome in it.”
Linkette smiled, and hugged the root as if it were his body. “Thank you, Great Deku Tree. Thank you so much for everything.”
Linkette left the grove, walking through the corridor of tightly woven trees that marked the entrance. For the first time in ages, she felt chipper, happy. There was a bounce in her step that transferred to her chest and a sway in her hips that was exaggerated by the swinging tip of her log-like “penis.” She didn’t know where she was going or what she would do, but now she knew there was an out there where she would belong.
 
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Linkette stopped by Saria’s house first, as promised. She told her everything she had learned from the Deku Tree, about being Hylian, and what the words for boy parts and girl parts were called. She told her about the Kokiri and fairies too, where they came from, and Saria’s eyes lit up with long-forgotten memory.
“Oh! I forgot about that!” She exclaimed, then said with a small smile, “I remember the day he found us… a little bit, not very well. It was so long ago. He pulled Airas out of me and said we were sisters, and to always take care of each other, but to never leave the forest.” Her eyes were distant with recollection, but they snapped out of it and glanced up at Linkette. “I didn’t know about humans and stalfos though. Is that why our ears are different, too?”
Linkette reached up to touch her ear, which was long and pointed. Saria’s were short and round. “Yeah… I guess so. Do the other Kokiri all know about this?”
Saria nodded. “Yeah, none of the others seemed upset when the Deku Tree made them. Airas and I were just happy to have people to play with.
Linkette’s jaw dropped. “Wait… does that mean you were the first?! How long ago was that?”
Saria nodded. “Yeah, we were. Oh gosh, I never even kept track of the winters… Um, oh! I know I planted the tree your house is made from not long after I got here.”
Linkette felt woogy. She knew a tree got a new ring every winter, and the tree her house was carved from had hundreds of rings.
She was a little lost in her own head while she thought of that, and didn’t notice Saria getting up to retrieve a bundle of leaves tied together at the top with twine. She snapped out of it when Saria presented the package to her.
“So… I guess you’re really leaving, then? I want you to take this.”
Linkette took the package and opened it, gasping at what was inside.Tears were welling in her eyes as she looked back at Saria. “Your ocarina… are you sure? You love this so much…”
Saria just smiled and closed Linkette’s fingers over the ceramic instrument. “I can always make another one. This is the one we always played with. I want you to have it.”
Linkette wiped tears out her eyes with a sniffle, setting the ocarina aside. She stood, leaning down to grab Saria from under her arms, and lifted her entirely off the ground. She squeezed Saria tight against her chest in a big, soft, enveloping hug. Saria laughed as she wrapped her own arms around Linkette’s neck.
“Stay safe out there, buddy.”
Linkette sniffed, her eyes wet. “I will. I promise.”
 
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Linkette was almost at the edge of the Kokiri Village when the fairies caught up to her. “Hey!” Airas shouted with her tiny voice. “Wait, where… where are you going?!”
Linkette turned her head towards the cloud of tiny floating people, but didn’t stop walking. “I’m leaving the forest.”
The fairies weren’t the only ones who gasped; a few Kokiri were standing close enough to hear as well.
“No!” The fairies all shouted in unison, devastation blanketing their voices, while wide-eyed Kokiri nearby shouted “What?!”
Linkette didn’t stop walking. The fairies and Kokiri all chased after her into the tree line at the village’s edge. “Why!” Airas pleaded. “You--you can’t go! You’ll die out there!”
“Yeah!” the little blonde-haired Kokiri girl at the head of that group called. Her name was Lira. “We can’t leave the Deku Tree, we die if we do!”
A flash of hot anger rolled through Linkette and she turned on the spot, pointing an accusing finger at the girl. “I won’t die, because like you’ve spent every day of the last five years reminding me, I’m not one of you!” The Kokiri and fairies fell still and silent, stunned. “I’m not Kokiri, I’m Hylian! The Deku Tree told me himself, that it’s time for me to move on! That there are others like me out there, people who have these!”
One hand snaked down to grip the massive girth of her penis, while the other mashed her fatty chest lump in a deep grope that morphed and molded the soft flesh around it. Every fairy’s eyes went straight to one or the other, the boys’ penises going hard in a second while the girls’ vaginas started leaking shiny fluid.
Linkette ignored them, focusing all of her anger on the Kokiri staring at her. “You made it perfectly clear I don’t belong here, so stop pretending you care when I go to find a place I do!”
Linkette snapped her mouth shut and stared them down, fuming silently. The Kokiri, sheepish and rebuked, looked to each other and one by one drifted back towards the village, shoulders slumped and feet slow.
The blonde one in the lead was the only one who stayed behind. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes as she looked at the forest floor, biting her lips. “I--” she started, but her voice broke and she had to start again. “I’m so-sorry… I--” she sobbed once. “--I didn’t think it hurt you so much and I, I just, I thought that was how we played with you now…” She fought back a few more sobs before meeting Linkette’s eyes. “If you ever come back… can we play, like we used to? Back when you were small too?”
She turned around and ran back to the village before Linkette could answer. Linkette’s hands dropped to her side, watching her go and not knowing how to feel. She shook her head and turned back, deciding it didn’t matter.
The fairies were blocking her way. She halted mid-step, reeling back in surprise. All of them had desperate, begging looks in their eyes. Airas took the lead, drifting closer. “Please, Linky, please don’t go… you’re the best thing in this forest. I mean, I don’t mean you have the best thingy (but you do, by the gods you do it’s so hot I want it), I mean you’re our favorite part of the village. We love you. Please don’t leave us…”
Linkette hesitated, then sighed. As much as the fairies had bothered her recently, she did sort of like them, especially Airas. She shook her head. “Guys… I can’t stay. I can’t stand it here anymore. Even if everyone in the village loved me to death every day, I couldn’t stay.”
“But why?!” Airas begged, shooting closer with her hands clutched together under her chin. “Why do you have to go?”
Linkette pointed down at her penis, sticking straight out two feet in front of her, everywhere she went. “I feel the exact thing you fairies do. ‘Sexuality,’ the Deku tree called it. The drive to mate with people. If all of you tried to go one day, just one day without doing it, you’d know why I can’t stay. I’ve been trapped like that for eight moons.”
The first hint of understanding came to the fairies, and absolute horror followed after it.
“W-well, hold on!” Odim, Mido’s fairy, called out as he flew forward. “Maybe--maybe we can help! We can make you feel good!”
Linkette frowned. “No you can’t, Airas has tried hundreds of times, it doesn’t work. My penis is bigger than your whole bodies, than all your bodies, I can’t fit it inside you.”
A wave of murmurs went through the cloud of fairies as they repeated the word to each other, ‘penis.’ They hadn’t known what it was called either.
Airas shot her hand up. “No no! We don’t have to fit it inside us! I was being selfish, I just wanted to feel it! We can make you feel good without doing that, watch!”
She darted back through the air to Odim, snatching his hard penis in her hand. Her arm flashed back and forth really really quickly, stroking the shaft with blinding speed. Odim moaned, and Airas reached her other hand around and stuck a finger up his butt.
Odim’s eyes rolled back in his head and a thin white stream of liquid shot out the end of his penis, falling down to the grass like morning dew. Linkette’s eyes shot wide; she had never seen that before! Was that what she was missing? Was that what she needed to do, to shoot white stuff, to be satisfied?
While Odim drifted aimlessly back through the air, head lolling to the side, Airas whipped back around with hopeful eyes. “See, we can do stuff like that to you! You don’t have to go!”
Linkette was torn on what to do. She wanted that, so badly, she could hardly stand it. But… the Deku Tree said there was another place out there for her…
Linkette buckled. “You… if you can get me to do that… I might stay.”
The fairies slammed into her like a wave, just over two dozen tiny little bodies swarming over her own. They split in two, half flying up and half flying down, one group converging on her chest and the other on her groin. While Airas led the charge against her penis, her and twelve other girl fairies pressing their whole bodies against its length, squeezing and pressing and rubbing themselves up against it, Odim took lead of the effort to free her chest from its tight fabric prison.
Linkette unfed at the girls’ touch, while Odim’s boys grabbed the lower hem of her tunic and heaved, dragging the green cloth up and over the hard bumps of her nipples. They left it to pool on the shelf of her mounds, which heaved with her excited breath. With the pale globes of her soft flesh hanging out in the forest air the boys wheeled back around, three boys turning their tongues to each nipple. Their mouths were too small to fit around the whole nubs, but between the six of them they covered most of the sensitive skin.
While they lapped and sucked and groped the flesh around them, the girls advanced along the shaft of her two foot erection. Airas stopped with her face right over that most sensitive bulge of skin right beneath the head and planted it there, nuzzling it, licking it, sucking it. Even chewing on it a few times, which elicited gasps and moans from Linkette. Another girl, Aril, climbed higher and grabbed the folds of Linkette’s foreskin. She pulled on it, dragging it away from the darker pink head beneath and plunging her arm into the gap.
“Aahh!” Linkette yelped, crashing down to her knees, then sliding down onto her butt. Her eyes were shut from pleasure, mouth hanging open as she rocked back and forth. Aril rooted around in the hot, humid space between head and foreskin, eventually plunging her own head to add her tongue to the effort.
Other fairies continued to massage the trunk of her shaft, hugging it with their entire bodies, arms reaching around as far as they could reach and not even circling half. Some of them made their way down to her huge, heavy balls. The skin containing them was drawn tightly around their package, constricted with arousal and excitement. The girls caressed and massaged them as well. They couldn’t help but grind their crotches against her, the heat and desire they felt more intense than anything they’d suffered before--and they were horny all the time.
As much as the remaining boys wanted to stay at her breasts, wanted to hold them and squeeze them and press their bodies down on their soft surface, to lay on them as if they were jiggling plushy mountains, they were more focused on pleasing Linkette. They knew the most effective parts of her breasts--the nipples--were already full, and their efforts would be better spent elsewhere.
So the remaining boys flew down, past her towering penis and past the girls crawling across the apple-sized orbs of her balls. They flew under her heavy balls and back up, to the moist lips they hid behind them which oozed slick fluid.
At first, the leading boy tried to stick his penis inside Linkette’s vagina, but when his whole hips slipped into her folds with a wet squelch he had an even better idea. He thrust his whole lower body, his legs, groin, and abs, as deep as his wings allowed him to go into Linkette’s dripping womanhood. Her moans echoed off the trees when he did; they saw the effect and another boy leapt to join him inside. There was just enough room to fit them both.
Linkette could feel the tiny little pricks of their penises inside her as they moved around, providing an additional layer to the melting pleasure surging through her body from the moist crevice. One of the girls attending her balls watched those boys, and lit up with an idea; she flew over, grabbing one of the boys at random and dragging him out. Despite his protests, she shoved him aside and slid herself into his place, facing the boy who remained inside.
The boy didn’t need to be told what to do. He grabbed the girl fairy’s waist and guided his penis in towards her vagina. The two of them banged each other right then and there, all while sitting half-submerged in Linkette’s own pussy. Their rapid back-and-forth thrusting stimulated more than themselves--it drove Linkette wild, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and leaking a line of drool while her eyes fluttered into the back of her head. Other boys helped from the outside, kneading the outer lips and folds of her pussy while the two inside did the bulk of the work.
Linkette’s mind shattered as her screams of pleasure bounced off the trees, wiped entirely of thought by the waves of tingling goodness radiating out from her womanly slit. Thick lubricant gushed around the banging fairies enveloped in her folds, flooding them; they had to hold their breath or drown in the deluge that washed over them.
“We did it!” the fairies shouted. “We got her to gush! She’s gonna stay!”
But their shouts only lasted as long as Linkette’s screams, which admittedly was rather long. The second her cries of ecstasy faded out, they transformed into whimpers of need. “No, nooooo…” she moaned, her whole body lurching forward to lean over her penis--dry and erect as it ever was--and she grabbed it with both hands. Many of the fairies were dislodged as she began to stroke herself desperately, up and down as quick and hard as she could, hands squeezing with every bit of pressure they could exert.
“We’re not done yet!” Airas shouted to the boys. “We need her boner to gush, or it’s all pointless!”
The boys sombered, returning to their task. They left Linkette’s pussy behind, only the two banging fairies staying behind to pleasure her that way. Linkette’s hands were gradually forced off her own penis as every other fairy converged on it.
With every fairy in Kokiri forest rushing to slam their bodies up against her wood, all of them spreading out to grab, rub, and squeeze her turgid member, they actually managed to cover the entire length and width of her penis from base to head. Aril stayed at Linkette’s foreskin, but her technique advanced when she realized Linkette’s penis was wide enough that she could fit her entire body into the folds of Linkette’s foreskin. She did exactly that, wriggling around with her miniature bumps of a chest rubbing against the pink skin of Linkette’s bellend. 
Nothing was happening. Linkette was moaning louder, of course, not immune to their stimulation, but they were making no progress. They had all spent their entire lives studying penises through close observation and practice, and they knew certain things about how it was supposed to go.They knew that when someone got horny, they started leaking lubrication. Boys and girls; a penis that felt good was supposed to throb and pump out little streams of the slimy stuff. But Linkette wasn’t doing that; her penis wasn’t slick or sweaty or smelling like sex like they expected. It was unnaturally clean for someone who had spent eight whole moons harder than the forest trees, and countless hours rubbing herself in a vain hope to appease it.
Airas pulled back from Linkette, mouth set in a grim line at the realization. “This isn’t working… we need to do more!”
She flew back, grabbing the fairy below her and moving him up to her previous spot, before darting all the way down and ducking behind Linkette’s balls, which rested heavily on the forest floor, tickled by the grass. The two fairies were still pounding each other hard in Linkette’s vagina; perfect.
Airas flew herself beneath Linkette’s stuffed slit, letting her constant gushing shower her in thick, slimy fluids until she was coated in it from head to toe, her hair drenched through and sticking to her back. Airas flew back up, all the way to the tip of the penis tower where Aril was making a bulge in her foreskin.
Airas landed her feet at the very top of Linkette’s penis, bent down to grab the lips of her slit, and thrust herself feet-first all the way into the tube of her shaft.
“Aaauuuuuuuuuh!” Linkette moaned at the top of her voice, lurching forward and enveloping her penis in the heavy embrace of her heaving breasts. Several fairies were trapped by this action, pressed hard against Linkette’s stiff column by the unrelenting pressure of her flowing chest. The breast flesh flowed right over their backs as Linkette lifted them up and down across her penis, dulling any sensation for Linkette, but the very idea of what was happening made the girls gush and the boys shoot their white streamers directly onto her erection.
One by one, as they came out of the dazed glow of their own climaxes, they realized they were blocking Linkette’s own efforts to pleasure herself. One by one they had the idea to turn around, grabbing hold of the soft, smooth skin of her deep cleavage instead of holding onto her penis. When they did that they lurched into motion with her breasts, their backs and butts sliding over her girth like bumpy massaging nodes that increased the pleasure she experienced. The combined effects of all their orgasms made her penis slippery, lubricated, which made it feel even better for her.
But it still wasn’t enough. They continued in this way for hours. They continued till the sun set beyond the trees, and the forest was blanketed in darkness. They continued as the only light illuminating their efforts was the glow of the fairies’ own bodies, multicolored spots shining from Linkette’s towering penis like a festive tree.
On and on they went through the night, Linkette gasping and moaning at her own ministrations interspaced with multiple, screaming, female orgasms from the two banging fairies in her girl-part. She experienced at least thirty such things in the dark hours between dusk and dawn, but not once did her penis release even a single glob of pre.
When the morning light first began to permeate the forest, Linkette was swaying back and forth, her eyes half-closed from exhaustion and her crossed arms beneath her breasts barely lifting and dropping them once every few seconds. Finally, after so many hours of endless sex, her arms dropped limply to her sides. Her chest bounced apart, parting from her shaft, letting it go free to swing out in front of her. Several fairies were thrown off of it with the motion, landing in the grass and panting for breath. The ones clutching the walls of her cleavage dropped, for hours now stuck in place more from the pressure of Linkette’s breasts than their own grips.
One of Linkette’s backward sways took her too far, and she didn’t have the energy to correct it. Her lids drooped shut completely, and she passed out before her back even hit the soft grass. Her legs and arms sprawled out around her, face turned to the side and long, blonde braid trapped beneath her back. Gravity pulled her bountiful breasts down, squishing them against her ribs and off to the side, pert nipples pointing off in opposite directions. Her penis shot straight up towards the leaves, as hard and unsatisfied as it ever was. They had failed.
Airas pulled herself up and out of Linkette’s penis-slit, sitting her plump, miniature bottom on the edge. She looked down at Linkette’s sleeping face, at the slow rise and fall of her breasts with her breath. Airas’s heart broke, tiny tears welling up in her tiny eyes. The other fairies knew it too, were crying their own salty tears before she even said, “We failed… she’s going to leave us.”
Quiet crying broke out into open sobs for all of them. They had lost their favorite person to a place they couldn’t follow, because nothing they did could give her what she needed. The heartbreak of their failure pressed down on them.
After many long minutes, Odim pushed himself up from the grass between Linkette’s knees. He flittered up into the air, flying around Linkette’s penis and landing on her tummy. He looked around at the soft skin and hard muscle beneath him, then up at Airas on her high vantage. “Can we… can we sleep here, today? One last time?”
With sad eyes Airas gazed down at Linkette’s peaceful, slumbering face. “... I don’t think she’ll mind, this time.”
The exhausted fairies took to the air, scattering themselves across Linkette’s body in a sparkly, luminescent layer. They curled up or stretched out across her skin, on top of her gently rising breasts and in the valley between them, over the taut skin of her tummy. One settled down in the divot between her two fruit-sized balls, another leaned her back against the other side of the towering shaft. The two fairies in her pussy fell asleep snuggling each other, still shoulder-deep in the slick envelope of her vagina, and Aril popped her head out while the rest of her body remained blanketed in the comforting heat of Linkette’s foreskin. One by one they all fell into worn-out slumber, eyes drifting closed above tear-streaked cheeks.
Airas, the last to fall asleep, stayed on her perch at the top of Linkette’s penis, looking down with bittersweet tenderness on her big, squishy friend’s peaceful face. She, too, eventually grew too tired to keep her eyes open, and snuggled her body back inside the tight confines of Linkette’s shaft.
And so the fairies slept, spread across the Hylian’s body in a sad but loving collective embrace, because tomorrow she would leave the forest behind.
 
 
 
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