Chapter 4 - The City of Sex

This is a work of erotic fan fiction and is devoted to telling a story that is as good as it is hot. Time is taken to develop characters and lore. Fetishes included are: futanari, huge cock, oral sex, three-way, excessive cum, cum inflation, and lactation. Sex-to-story ratio: 8/2
 
Chapter 4: The City of Sex
 
In the following days before the trip to Castle Town, Linkette helped Malon and Talon around Lon Lon Ranch. She fed the horses and milked the cows like they showed her to, and learned how to ride the former. The male horses didn’t seem to like her--Malon roared with laughter and called them jealous--but she got along fine with Malon’s prize horse Epona. Having grown up in the carefree Kokiri Forest, where there was nothing but play and games every day, it was the first time Linkette had ever done work. She found it hard, but rewarding.
She and Malon also took every available opportunity to fuck.
Malon would ambush Linkette in the storage shed while she fetched tools, or Linkette would surprise Malon in the horse pen with a wet and sloppy kiss. Malon tackled her into the back of the wagon as they ferried feed, and while Malon’s hands were busy milking cows Linkette would stand off to the side with her cock bobbing in her face so she could lick and suck it.
Every bale of hay became a bed to make love on, and while Malon tried to open their surprise sex sessions away from prying eyes Linkette didn’t care in the slightest if anyone watched; more than a few ranch hands had to turn their blushing faces awkwardly away as the two lovesick girls fucked in plain sight.
It wasn’t that Malon lacked propriety, it was that all sense of propriety evaporated the instant Linkette taunted her with her incredible, irresistible pussy. Malon was well and truly addicted to Linkette, and Linkette the same to Malon.
After the second day, Talon actually scolded the two, for a host of reasons. For being so shameless in front of the ranch hands, for keeping her up all night long with the moans coming from Malon’s room, but most of all for Linkette gulping down the milk from Malon’s tits so excessively.
“But Ma!” Malon complained, “You always said that was my milk and I could do what I wanted with it!”
“That’s right baby girl, but just because you're free to do something doesn't mean you have to be dumb enough for it! The Festival of Union is in just a couple days and the milk that comes from us--” here she grabbed and hefted her own milk-bloated tit, “--will be in the highest demand of the year. You know as well as me that selling our tit-milk in the festival will make up half the year’s income! We're supposed to be taking potions to boost production, stock up our supply!”
“Ma, I am taking my potions!”
“That don't mean nothin if it’s all going ta yer sweetheart’s gut! Don’t let yer lust overrule yer logic!”
Sufficiently cowed, Malon lowered her head and surrendered. From that point on, instead of milking Malon with her mouth and drinking down everything she produced, Linkette helped milk Malon with her hands. Linkette really enjoyed doing that--kneading her soft, fat, larger-than-head-sized chest sacks and tugging her hard, thumb-sized nipples made Linkette’s own chest constrict with excitement.
It all went into glass bottles (enchanted to keep it warm and fresh for months and months) and stored away to sell in town, with Linkette granted a blissful mouthful with every dinner.
After four days of hard fucking with the occasional chore in between, it was time to load up the wagon that had found Linkette collapsed on the side of the road and go to the capital of Hyrule: Castle Town.
Malon and Linkette were giggling and shushing each other in the back of the wagon on the road to the city, fucking as quietly as they could behind a crate of milk with Talon up in the driver’s seat. They were hidden from Talon’s sight, and they thought this made them discrete.
Talon shook her head with a weary smile as one particularly loud gasp brought on a shush and a wave of giggles. “Well shit, ladies, I’ve seen my share of fiery flings but you’re goin’ at it like there’s no tomorrow! Almost makes me wish I could have a taste of that fantastic pussy for myself!
“Mom!” Malon gasped in smoldering horror, her face turning bright crimson.
Linkette tilted her head to look Talon’s way, through the crates blocking her sight. “”Oh, you want to do it? Okay, sounds fun!”
Malon gaped, staring at the green-clad girl beneath her. “L-Linkette! Gross!”
Linkette looked back at Malon in surprise. “What?”
Talon laughed raucously from the front. “Damn girl, yur an eager one! It’s a lie to say I’m not tempted, but it ain’t proper for a mother to bone her daughter’s lover. The goddesses forbid it.”
“Oh.” Linkette said, then shrugged a moment later. “Okay.” She said it as if that was all there was to say, her attention diverting entirely elsewhere.
Malon wasn’t done with it yet though. Her steady thrusting halted and she knit her brows together, leaning in towards Linkette’s ear. “You really wouldn’t mind having sex with my mom?”
Linkette gave her a defensive, slightly hurt frown. “Well, I don’t know the rules! Eight days ago I didn’t know what sex was. You talk about fucking lots of girls all the time, and your mom is really hot.”
“Blech!” Malon laughed, but the disgusted noise was softened by the resumed pumping of her hips into Linkette. “You’re right though, I guess the forest children wouldn't much be able ta teach ya all the taboos.”
Linkette didn’t get any time to appreciate the renewed ministrations of Malon’s burning hot cock. “Speaking of what’s proper…” Talon opened from the wagon’s head, “Linkette, are you sure about walking into town with yur ass hangin’ out?”
Linkette sighed explosively. “I don’t, need, pants! For the last time, there’s no point! Nothing fits over me, and even if you made some kind of, of, cocksleeve attachment then what good would it do? It would be just as ‘explicit’ as I am right now!” She was very explicit at that moment; her huge cock was sticking straight up into the air, Malon leaning her chest against it with her arm curled tightly around the front as she slowly thrusted away. “And I don’t even care if people see me anyway, so I might as well be comfy.”
“Alright, alright! Hahaha,” Talon laughed appeasingly, “it don’t matter that much. Especially today!”
Linkette turned questioning eyes to Malon, while Malon rocked back and forth inside her. “What about today is so special?”
While Malon answered, Linkette lifted one hand and began playing with her lover’s tit, which was wrapped around the forest girl’s towering member. “Mmmph, this whole week is the Festival of Union. It’s, oh gods yes, it’s the annual celebration of fertility and delight.”
Malon had never gotten around to explaining the process behind babies, so Linkette didn’t see the connection between those two things. “Huh… how do you celebrate?”
Malon’s grin was lecherous. “By getting the whole damn Kingdom in town for a giant fuckin’ orgy, that’s how! Oh Fairy Girl, I can’t wait for you to see it! Tents and cushions lining the streets, the musk of sex flooding the air, and every single person wearing the slutiest, sexiest outfits they own!”
Talon laughed with a mighty ‘har!’ “If they’re wearin’ anything at all, that is!” she interjected.
Malon bobbed her head in agreement, saying “Yeah, it’s a celebration of the beauty of the Hylian form, so plenty a’ people run around in nothing at all! Oh, but that’s not even the most amazing part. The festival is one of the only times all year that Princess Zelda herself comes down from the Palace! Just being in the same space as her is the most… well… actually, it’s a lot like--oh gods!”
Linkette, having grown impatient with Malon’s leisurely, distracted thrusts as she talked, took matters into her own cunt and started bouncing her crotch violently against hers. As always, the second Linkette took the initiative Malon came hard and long. 
When she finally came down from her climax, Malon collapsed over Linkette’s body. Their tits mashed against each other, and heads hung side by side while Malon panted heavily. “By the gods… fairy girl…! Why ‘r you always… such a cum-hungry… little slut?!” She said this in the most loving way possible, of course.
Linkette ran her hand down Malon’s cloth-covered back from top to bottom, hand cupping around the soft globe of her ass to dig in and squeeze. “You were going too slow! And it feels so good to have you gushing inside of me…” she finished with a half-lidded purr, nibbling on Malon’s long ear.
Malon giggled at the ticklish sensation, rolling herself off Linkette and pulling her long skirt back down over her cum-soaked and still-softening member. “Fairy Girl, stooop!” she complained with embarrassment, “Not while Mom can hear!”
“Like she doesn’t know.” Linkette rolled her eyes and began to rub at her pussy. “Now tell me more about the festival.”
“Right! Uh, where was I… oh yeah, so since it’s all about the beauty of the Hylian form, lots of people will be walking around in the buff! There’s so much sex going on everywhere around town, the moans and grunts echoing off every wall. The whole city smells like sex for a month afterwards!”
Linkette, being very fond of the permanent, husky perfume they’d doused Malon’s room with her first night there, looked forward to that. “That sounds amazing… and I’ll be able to stick my dick in someone there?”
“Definitely. Half the town girls are Farorian, after all. Their rules are turned around opposite of mine; they can use their pussy ‘much as they want, but can’t fuck with their dick. I’ll introduce you to some of my favorite gals and away you’ll go!”
Linkette closed her eyes and sighed with a soft smile, rubbing the head of her cock absently. “I can’t wait…”
 
#
 
Castle Town was amazing.
Linkette was awestruck before they even entered; the very construction of it, the size and splendor of the solid stone walls encircling the city and its huge, mysterious drawbridge. A bridge that could go up and down--who had ever heard of such a thing?!
The buildings were stone and reached up several floors, like a forest of thick, square rock trees. And then there was everything on top of that, everything added by the splendor of the Festival. Colorful banners and expansive, airy tents filled the courtyards and thoroughfares, and though the sun was barely risen Linkette could already hear the sounds and smell the scents of a city in the throes of lust.
Linkette took it all in with wide, wondrous eyes that darted about everywhere. She stood in the back of the wagon as it rolled along down the streets, leaning forward with her cock on the top of a crate and her hands pressed against the base of her shaft, so that her whole body was leaning on top of her phallus.
People noticed. Townsfolk gasped in shock and disbelief, or flushed in jealousy and desire. News of the girl with the two-foot erection was already spreading through town by the time the wagon stopped in Castle Town’s market and central plaza, gossip buzzing from mouth to ear.
Linkette, oblivious to this, helped Malon and Talon set up their tent and carry crates filled with Hylian tit-milk into it.
They finished setting up the stall around the time the town began to wake in earnest. Noise began to rise as doors opened and people walked, individuals followed by groups followed by crowds filling the streets slowly.
And Malon was right, they were dressed sluty. Garments were lacy and low-cut, with deep necklines revealing expansive cleavage. Bellys were bared more often than not, some fabric was airy and see-through and hid nothing of the bodies beneath. Dresses were well-fitted to show off curves, and some trousers even had big gaping holes where they should have covered their owners’ asses. Some people wore just their underwear. Some people wore nothing at all. The sheer quantity of tits, asses, and cocks on display was mind-boggling.
Linkette was drooling over a particularly plump piece of ass sauntering its way across the courtyard when a young, sexy Hylian with a short platinum-blonde bob approached the milk stand. She was wearing lacy black garter belt stockings, her tight panties sketching the outline of a smaller-than-Malon but still significant bulge. Her small, tight top pressed and lifted her (in Linkette’s unreasonably tainted perspective) small bust into a deeply alluring crop of cleavage.
“Malon, darling!” She called with a wave and a smile, and the two women embraced with delight. “What’s this I hear about you carting around a girl with a bigger dick than yours?! I never would’ve thought it possible!”
Malon laughed and turned to present Linkette, who was standing behind the counter of their stall. “Orli, this is Linkette, the Fairy Girl Ma and I found unconscious on the side of the road. Fairy Girl, this here is Orli, one of my good friends and a fantastic lay.” She winked.
Linkette offered a cheerful, hopeful smile and stepped around from behind the booth. With her dick exposed for everyone to see, she approached Orli; her eternal erection was as hard as ever and pulsing in excitement.
Orli’s purse clattered to the ground as her hands flew to her mouth, eyes wide and locked on Linkette’s bobbing head. “By the gods! That-that’s bigger than the Princess is!”
Malon shot her an incredulous stare. “No way! The Princess’ cock is bigger than her whole body, I saw it!”
Linkette’s eyes shot wide in astonishment. As big as her body? She couldn't even picture it. And yet, the very idea that there might be someone whose dick dwarfed her own throbbing monster made Linkette's chest tight in nervous glee. 
But Orli shook her head, still unable to look away from Linkette’s eager member. “No no, that’s only after she’s gotten herself up to speed… filled a few girls up to the brim… when she’s just starting out, Her Highness is a little bit smaller than this…”
Linkette didn't understand anything of what they were saying, but Orli rewarded her patience by stepping forward and crouching in front of her turgid phallus, pausing only to glance to Linkette’s eyes to silently ask for permission. It was eagerly given, and Orli reached out and caressed the smooth surface of Linkette’s foreskin.
Linkette’s knees buckled. “Oh gods, yes, please!”
Orli purred in delight, biting her lip in a sultry smile. “Oooooh yes, this is definitely going to happen.” 
Malon grinned excitedly. “You got that spell or whatever for making her fit inside you?”
Orli smirked with mischief and leaned in, hand cupped around her mouth as she whispered: “I’ve got something way better than a spell…” Her other hand reached up and burrowed into her bulging cleavage, digging around until she withdrew a small bottle half the length of her finger and about as wide. “This, right here, will settle everything. This bottle is filled with the precum of Princess Zelda herself.”
Malon gasped, eyes going wide as her hands covered her mouth. “Is it really?! Oh my Goddess! How did you get that?”
Orli buried the bottle back in the flesh behind her pushup bra with a smug smile. “My auntie is one of the Seven Matrons. Every now and then, the Princess allows her to take something home with her.”
Malon stared at Orli’s bulging cleavage, still nearly drooling in awe at the vial she shoved in it. “What will it do…?”
“Wet your cunt with a vial of the Princess’ precum, and you can fit anything inside it. Absolutely. Anything. Last time I got some from Auntie, I went to Death Mountain and fucked myself a Goron.”
A shudder of desire ran down Malon’s spine. “Gods, that makes even me wet… Why have I never heard of this before?!”
Orli sighed, shaking her head sadly. “The Princess is wary of wide distribution. Gods know she can supply enough for all the kingdom with rivers to spare… but it makes smuggling very easy, being able to stuff any old thing up your hooch. Now, enough about that! I think I’m ready for a taste of this beastie…” She glanced to Malon. “You don’t mind if…?”
“No, please do!” Malon said with a laugh. “We’ve been fucking all week, but I’m a Nayruite, you know? I can’t do a thing for the poor girl’s cock. But oh, gods, Orli… if her cock is anything like her pussy, you’re in for the best sex of your life.”
Orli quirked a playful eyebrow. “Are you saying she’s better than me?”
Malon returned a sheepish smile. “Sorry girl. If you’re in the mountains, she’s in the stars. No one even compares. It takes everything I have not to come in seconds, and whenever she takes charge--” Malon snapped her fingers, “--I’m done. Just done.”
Linkette was blushing furiously at the praise, and Orli was left staring hungrily at her crotch. “...That good huh…”
Malon nodded, then slapped Linkette playfully on the ass. “You betcha! Now c’mon, you two get in the back of that tent and fuck like rabbits ‘fore I take her for myself again.” She winked at them both.
Neither needed further encouragement. Orli grabbed Linkette by the neck of her cock and dragged her into the tent, where they found a cluster of crates laid out in a low platform topped with unrolled bedding. Malon had thought of everything.
Orli nudged Linkette towards the bed; Linkette turned and sat on it, and when she looked up again Orli’s crotch was face-height. Her formerly-tight panties were straining at the seams to contain her erection, which pushed against the fabric with lustful ferocity. Linkette licked her lips as Orli undid the clasps of her garter belt, letting her stockings fall to the ground. After a brief struggle to free her erection from the confines of its prison, her panties joined them a moment later.
An eager breath escaped Linkette’s lips, and she began to pull her confining Kokiri shirt off. When her tits bounced free and her vision returned from the green blindfold of her tunic, Linkette found Orli’s seven inch dick waiting inches from her mouth. Linkette was fascinated; it was beautiful in her eyes, despite being so small compared to her and to Malon, pulsing hypnotically along its vein-riddled surface with a sweet rose-pink head shrouded in foreskin just like Linkette’s dick was. Linkette didn’t even think; she simply leaned forward and licked it.
Orli’s knees buckled and she collapsed into Linkette, moaning praises to the gods. She capitalized on her motion and mashed her lips into Linkette’s, thrusting one tongue across the other and stealing the breath from her mouth.
Then they were lying on the bed, Orli at Linkette’s back and nibbling at her ear. Linkette wriggled her ass in invitation and Orli took it, slipping her cock into the wet folds of Linkette’s divine cunt.
Orli’s moan turned heads across the entire courtyard as she came on the spot, thick gooey cum gushing out into Linkette’s hungry cavern. Unlike Malon however, Orli continued to thrust even as she came, and what she found there was an existence of pleasure the likes of which she had never even conceived; she thrust and thrust and thrust, cumming every second for ten whole minutes of unrestrained, unthinking carnal delight. Rivers of cum flowed from her cock in pulsing waves, an absurd volume of cum like neither of them had thought possible--but neither were thinking at all in that moment. When she finally collapsed, exhausted and drained, Linkette’s belly was bulging a half foot in front of her--almost visible to her beneath the shelf of her tits.
Orli giggled deliriously, playing with Linkette’s breast from behind and nuzzling her face into her sweat-sheened back. She was happy and satisfied, her mind aglow with post-climax euphoria.
...Until Malon’s curiosity got the better of her and she peeked, finding Orli’s dick wet and shining with Linkette’s juices.
“What the hell!?!” Malon shrieked in horror, startling the other two girls and making them jump. Malon stormed into the tent, throwing an accusing finger at her old city friend. “O-Orli! What did you do?! You’re a Farorian, you can’t fuck with your dick! It’s a sin! It’s--it’s--oh goddess, Linkette, what happened to your belly?”
Linkette looked down, found her ponderous breasts in the way, and pulled them aside. Her eyes went wide at the sight of her distended stomach, which she gently massaged. It shifted and sloshed like a water balloon, but thicker, more viscous. 
“Wow… that’s a lot…”
Malon didn’t get to formulate her response, as just then the full effect of what had happened struck Orli. She jumped to her feet, backing away from the bed with wide eyes that darted back and forth from her own wet dick to Linkette’s bulging belly with increasing speed. Finally, her head shook the slightest amount.
“No… No, I--I--! Wh-why did I do that?! I have… I have to go pray!”
Orli ran from the tent at full sprint, buck-ass nude and leaving her panties behind.
“No! Wait!” Linkette called desperately, lurching towards the tent flaps after her, “I didn’t get to fuck you yet!”
She was halfway out the tent as she finished that sentence, but Orli was halfway across the plaza and making a B-line for the huge and monumental temple deeper in the city.
Linkette deflated, shoulder sagging as she watched Orli’s tight little ass bounce and jiggle with every bounding step that carried her away from her.
“Well…” said a demure voice to Linkette’s side. She turned to find a tall and curvy woman with long, luscious brunette hair sweeping an appraising gaze across her body. The woman’s eyes flashed up to Linkette’s, and her smile intensified. “That sounds like an interesting situation…”
Linkette tried again.
 
#
 
The twelfth woman stumbled out of the tent with a crimson burning blush on her face and a slick sheen on her dick. She averted her eyes from the long line of women to her left, shielding her face with her hand as she turned and began the now-infamous “Fairy Walk” towards the temple. She passed a very angry woman in white and gold robes walking the opposite way.
Linkette groaned as she stepped out of the tent, arm cupped under her swollen belly. Her womb was massive now, grown from being round to being oval, sticking out farther ahead than it did to the sides. Her belly almost entirely eclipsed the colossal length of her dick below it, and it was large enough that her fat, lush tits rested on its top like a table; it was big enough that she could easily fit a whole Kokiri inside it, maybe even two. Every single one of those women had cum inside her, and she hadn’t been able to so much as wet her tip in them.
“Oh my goddess…” Malon breathed from her seat behind the counter, staring at Linkette’s expanded stomach. “How are you… are you okay?”
Linkette looked at her, rubbing the taut canvas that was the side of her belly. “Yeah… I’m okay? Why wouldn’t I be?”
“B-because of your stomach! Or, womb, or whatever… why are you so big?!”
Linkette frowned in confusion. “Well… I did just have a dozen women cum inside me…”
“A dozen women cumming a dozen times shouldn’t make that much semen! And you shouldn’t be able to stretch like that to hold it all!”
“Oh… really…? But you cum that much when we do it too…”
Malon leaned back in surprise. “I do?”
“Yeah! Well, not quite as much. You make my belly stick out this much--” she pinched her fingers a small distance “--but you always stop thrusting when you cum, and when Orli came she kept going so she just came and came and came the whole time we were having sex, that's why she filled me up so much.”
Malon plopped back down on her stool, staring at Linkette’s womb and lost for words. 
When the next girl in line asked “Is it my turn?” Linkette didn’t even get the chance to double her groan; instead, the angry woman that number twelve had passed shouted in a booming, commanding voice “NO!”
Everyone in the plaza flinched, especially the women in line. Malon jumped to her feet wide-eyed and stammered as she exclaimed, “H-H-High Priestess Rauru!”
The women in line turned stiff and directed their eyes to the ground, afraid to be noticed and afraid to try to flee. Linkette merely looked curiously at the approaching woman, and asked Malon a silent question.
Malon cleared her throat and stood aside, to gesture respectfully. “Linkette, this is Rauru, High Priestess of Farore. She and High Priestess Aginah, of Nayru, are the chief religious leaders of Hyrule…”
“And you, little devil, are corrupting my flock!” The robed woman roared, coming to a stop an uncomfortably short distance away. “What is the meaning of this?! All day, my maidens have been pouring into the temple defiled and repenting! Explain yourselves. Now.”
Linkette gulped. “I-I’m not trying to do that! I don’t want to do that! I just--I just want to fuck with my dick but everytime I try…”
The priestess wrinkled her nose at the vulgar language, but looked down beneath Linkette’s distended belly to the monstrous cock beneath. She tilted her head back, looking down her nose at it as she sniffed haughtily. “Hmph. If that is so, then I shall demonstrate what a true devotee of Farore may offer. Come.”
The Priestess grabbed Linkette by the arm and tugged her towards the tent. Linkette looked to Malon, desperate for guidance.
Malon nodded encouragingly. “When Hylians come of age and become women, we go to the temple of the Goddesses and lay with the high priestesses. They’re direct links with the goddesses; whichever one we felt the closer affinity for, that’s who we devote ourselves too. Trust her, Fairy Girl, you couldn’t be in better hands.”
Linkette smiled in relief, and let herself be pulled into the tent.
 
#
 
When the High Priestess exited the tent, everyone held their breath in wait. She stood tall and straight-backed, her limbs stiff at her sides, and lips pressed into a tight, thin line. After several seconds of silence, she closed her eyes and said slowly, “I… will plead with the Goddess to renew the purity of those who faltered today…”
She turned and walked back to the temple, straight-backed and proud, with a steady trickle of creamy-white droplets falling to the pavement between her feet. No one had missed the erection standing at half-mast under her robes, or the slowly spreading patch of wetness at its head.
Malon blinked in disbelief, then rushed into the tent. She ground to a halt inside, staring with her mouth agape.
Linkette’s belly was a mountain, a hulking bulge sticking straight up into the air. With Linkette elevated by lying on the bed of crates, her belly stood taller than Malon--big enough that she could have curled up inside it comfortably. Linkette’s dick was beating a steady rhythm against it, like a drumstick against a drum, throbbing in time with her heart. Even its unmatched length only reached halfway up Linkette’s gravid cumtank.
“L-Linkette?”
Linkette’s hand rose at her side to wave, but she made no attempts to sit up. “H-hey Malon…” Her hands moved to rub her belly at the sides, and she groaned like a glutton who’d eaten too much at a feast. “Uuuuuhhggg… she had a lot of cum saved up…”
“S-she only uses her dick twice a year, with Priestess Aginah on the solstices… how are you not bursting right now?”
“I don’t know, same way I have a cock to scare horses and a pussy no one can fucking resist?” her voice was dripping with bitterness. “I’m getting really sick of being special…”
Malon didn’t reply. She was distracted; she could see Linkette’s cunt, just the lower half of it through the valley of her balls’ center line. It was barely visible past those tight, but big orbs, and just seeing it was making her dick start to swell with--
“Hey! No! I can feel you looking at my pussy! Don’t even think about it unless you’re willing to get yours stuffed too.”
Malon coughed in embarrassment, looking away. “Ah! Sorry, I was… yeah… Um, are you gonna be able to get out of here?”
Linkette sighed, one hand rubbing her belly while another reached around its expanse and started massaging her dick as well. “Yeah yeah, I’ll be out of here in a bit. This always goes away after we do it, it’ll probably just take a bit longer this time.”
“...how does it go away? You have enough cum inside you to fill a bath, it can’t just disappear.”
Linkette stopped her rubbing long enough to make jazz hands. “Magic pussy~!”
“... Fair enough. I’ll send the rest of the girls away then?”
“Please?”
“Okay. Rest up, I still have to show you the rest of the festival.”
 
#
 
Two hours later, the tent flap parted around Linkette’s dick, then soon after bulged around her breasts, and finally the rest of her body followed through into the bright daylight. She was in the middle of a wide yawn, arms stretching behind her neck.
Malon turned on her stool and smiled at her. Her smile turned to bug-eyed surprise when she saw Linkette’s body.
“Whoa girl! Your belly really did disappear!” it was true; Linkette’s stomach had shrunken back down to its natural soft, smooth texture, resting so many inches behind her breasts instead of ahead. “Where did all that cum go?”
Linkette repeated her earlier jazz hands, droning in a dull voice “Magic fairy vagina.”
The mention of Linkette’s pussy made Malon unconsciously look down at it. She frowned at the testicals hanging there, blocking her sight of it.
“... Linkette, your balls are bigger…”
Linkette’s eyes shot wide as her hands snapped up to cup her balls. “They are?!” she asked in a panic, trying to look at them. She leaned her chest one way and her neck the other, but her tits were too big to see around so she instead grabbed one in each hand and parted them down the middle. Her bobbing cock still blocked most her view after that, but she could at least see her unreleased cum factories around the sides of its thick shaft.
“Are they bigger?! I can't tell! I can't see them good!”
Malon slid off her stool and onto her knees, getting in close to Linkette’s crotch until her cheek was smooshed up against the hard wall of Linkette's iron rod.
“They're… yeah, they're a tiny bit bigger… like, an eighth inch ‘r less? It's not much noticeable. I just spend a lot of time looking at your balls, tryin’ ta get a glimpse of yer cunt.”
Linkette let her tits collide back together with a heavy slap and went back to holding her balls. “Oh no… oh goddess… I don't want to be any bigger!”
Malon stood up, planting light kisses on Linkette’s dick, stomach, tits and mouth as she rose. “Relax fairy girl… this is just more of the same problem. Your balls were always full to the brim, you just need a good, hard cumming to empty them all out. C’mon, let's go walk around the festival. Maybe we can find you an enchanted sex toy or something.”
Malon weaved a spell that sent her mother a telepathic message, and a few minutes later Talon was back with her clothes noticeably stained from enjoying the festival to take over the stall from them.
The two girls walked the city, breathing in the air of excitement and smell of carnal bliss. Linkette saw all kinds of tantalizing outfits that made her dick throb and pussy ache: she saw outfits that were nothing but tape over nipples and socks over cocks, outfits that lifted their breasts and plumped their cleavage, and outfits that covered everything… but hid nothing. 
They sampled food like nothing Linkette had ever tasted (and that's where she first learned what “money” was; Malon gladly paid for her, “for all th’ hard work ya put in at the ranch.”) One treat Linkette ate had her in fits of laughter: a dick made of chocolate, filled with a gooey white sugar cream in the center. Linkette assured Malon that her white dick cream tasted much better.
While they were browsing the wares of a sex toy shop (the store clerk was drooling over Linkette’s cock as much as Linkette was drooling over the life-sized, life-like sex dolls), Malon was suddenly jumped from behind by a short-haired ball of energy with an excited cry of “Sugar Tits, you're back!”
Malon squealed in delight and turned around to squeeze the girl tight, her massive tits absolutely engulfing the other girl's torso. “Seala! Darlin’ it's so good see you again!”
Seala shifted her arms, going from hugging Malon's body to hugging her tits, face tilted down and nuzzling against her elevated breastflesh. She was wearing tight shorts that ended above the knees and cupped her dick and balls, but left her pussy and ass completely naked, and Linkette couldn't see what her top looked like because Malon’s chest was currently in the process of devouring the other girl's.
“And it's so good to feel you again! Gods, I missed these milk tanks. And your dick! How have you been?” Seala asked.
“I've been having the best sex of my life, thanks to my new friend here.” Malon turned, arm held out in presentation. “This is Linkette, the sexiest woman alive, fresh out of the Kokiri forest.”
Linkette blushed at the praise once again, and Seala lifted her head out of Malon's cleavage and stepped forward, extending her hand. “If Malon’s calling you that then that really means some...thing…”
Seala faltered when her eyes finally fell on Linkette. Her gaze swept down Linkette’s body, first over her bulging tits barely contained by the green tunic she still wore, down to her soft, bare tummy, and then at last to the enormous member with its thick, protruding veins poking Seala in the stomach.
“By the Goddess… I need this dick right now.”
Linkette hmphed. “And I need someone's pussy, but I just spent however many hours trying to sort that out and it always winds up the other way around.”
Seala looked offended at that. “What? But how can anyone resist a cock like this?!”
Malon clapped Seala on the shoulder. “Because there's something magic about her, and her pussy is literally irresistible. Even High Priestess Rauru couldn't help herself. But…” a wicked smile spread across her face. “we might still be able to do something here…”
She turned to the clerk of the sex shop, who was slowly stroking her dick while staring at Linkette. “Hey shopkeep, you got a place we can fuck?”
“Only if I get to watch…”
Malon laughed, and agreed.
 
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The bed was narrow and the perfect height: crotch height. Pulling it away from the wall and into the center of the room, Malon told Seala to lie across the short width, with her legs over the side and pussy at the edge. Seala got excited when she saw Malon sidle up to her lower end, the farm girl’s dick making a sideways tent in her long skirt.
She got even more excited when Malon told Linkette to stand by her head.
Malon rolled up the front of her skirt and tied it in place out of the way of her groin. She sensibly wasn’t wearing any underwear, having planned many such occasions as this. Her long, smooth cock quivered in the open air, mushroom head dribbling precum in eager anticipation.
“Y’all know what’s about to happen?” Malon asked with a smirk as she tugged the knot of her belt into place.
“I don’t know sexy, I just can’t figure it out…” Seala answered with a liar’s smirk.
Malon reached up, arms crossing to grab the edges of her blouse and pull them inwards, baring her breasts with the cloth bunched up and trapped in the middle of her cavernous cleavage. Her tits bounced into their newfound freedom, hanging heavily against her body with hard nipples longer than thumbs. 
”I’m gonna fuck you,” Malon declared in a husky whisper.
A shiver ran up Seala’s body, and a fast steady stream of white fluid poured out down the length of her cock and pooled into the coarse forest of her pubic hair.
“And ya know what else?” Malon asked, leaning over Seala’s body and mashing her own tits together, rubbing them up and down over each other.
Seala licked her lips, eyes locked on the display with ravenous hunger. “What else?”
Malon let go of one tit, saying: “Fairy girl is gonna take her outrageously huge fucklog,” she reached out and grasped the upper shaft of Linkette’s enormous cock, too big to fit her fingers around, “and she’s going to try her damndest to shove it down your slutty little throat.”
Seala and Linkette’s cocks both pulsed with uncontained lust.
“Fuck yes!” Seala cried, “oh fuck, give them to me! I want your cocks!”
Malon tugged Linkette’s dick down towards Seala’s lush, red-painted lips, prompting a kiss. Linkette made a noise like mmph, pressing her dickhead deeper into the kiss, turning it wet and sloppy while one of her hands snaked up under her constricting shirt and squeezed the titflesh surrounding her nipple.
“That’s right girls, get to know each other…”
Malon reached down and began to fondle Seala’s balls, two fingers reaching farther behind them to play with her friend’s pussy.
Seala reached up with both hands and began to stroke Linkette’s cock, up and down with huge, sweeping motions across silky smooth skin and indestructible iron hardness. Seala opened her mouth and plopped her upside down lips around the tip of Linkette’s head, running her tongue around its surface and suckling softly.
This didn’t last long. Linkette soon pushed harder, forced herself deeper against Seala’s mouth. Seala moaned first in whorish delight, then in mindless ecstasy as Malon at last slipped her turgid length into her dripping pussy.
Linkette tried to push deeper, but was blocked by Seala’s pesky teeth. The city girl issued a muffled groan of desire through Linkette’s puffed cockflesh. Her chin was tilted up straight, her short hair hanging down from her upside down head. Her mouth smacked and slurped as she endeavored to taste every inch of Linkette’s cock head.
She kneading her pert handful of breast as she tried to open her jaw wider and wider to accommodate Linkette’s mass. After several minutes of pointless struggle, during which Malon rammed Seala’s cunt hard and heavy to the pleasure of both, Linkette snorted in disgust and impatience and pulled her cock away.
Seala whimpered, but soon found her mouth occupied with something else instead, when Linkette turned herself around and sat her wide ass down onto Seala’s face. Seala’s head was engulfed in the plump pale flesh of Linkette’s ass and hips, her heavy balls resting against the crown of Seala’s head while the meat of her thighs muffled the city girl’s whorish moans. Linkette’s cunt landed right where it was aimed: directly over Seala’s mouth.
Linkette’s pussy wasn’t just wet, it wasn’t just dripping or even trickling its lubricating juices: it was flowing with them. Pussy juice gushed out of her nether lips and into Seala’s oral ones, filling up her mouth at a relaxed but pressing speed while the city girl kissed and slurped her plump vaginal mound.
Seala nearly shouted in delight when the first drops of pussy juice poured across her tongue. She swirled it around her mouth, swishing her tongue through the growing pool and sucking in more with greedy eagerness. When her mouth grew too full to hold any more she drank it all down in two large, filling gulps.
Seala protested when Linkette pulled her pussy away then. The sound transformed into rapturous delight a moment later when round, heavy balls slapped against her face, burying her nose and eyes in the taut skin of her scrotum as Linkette rammed the entirety of her mammoth cock down the whole length of Seala’s throat.
Malon yelped in surprise as Seala’s pussy clenched down like a vice around her cock and a thin white streamer of cum shot straight up out of the city girl’s virgin uncircumsized penis, arching through the air to splash atop Linkette’s tits and fall in a line straight across the length of Seala’s body. 
Linkette’s thick, girthy cock was too large for Seala’s throat. It was too large to fit in her mouth. Minutes of desperate trying had proven that already, and yet Linkette’s penis had slid right over the juice-coated teeth, down her lubricant-lined throat, and its tip now tickled the entrance to her stomach.
Seala’s throat visibly bulged with the enormous width of Linkette’s dick, pulsed with the rhythm of Linkette’s eager heart. Seala tried to moan with pleasure but her throat was completely clogged by diamond-hard flesh, managing only to vibrate her vocal cords against that filling phallus and stimulate it further.
Linkette panted, mind lost in a fog of new sensation. Her hands mashed her own tits together, squeezing them like soft mounds of dough while her hips rocked back and forth, driving her rod in and out with selfish abandon. She'd never felt something like this before, never experienced the enveloping embrace stroking every inch of every side of her cock all at once, sliding over and squeezing it tightly.
On the other side of Seala, Malon couldn't hold out any longer. Between the death grip on her cock and watching Seala’s throat bulge several inches with every thrust, Malon hit the wall like a runaway charger and flooded Seala’s cunt with a roaring torrent of cum.
Her back arched and her hips slammed forward and she screamed her pleasure at the ceiling, knees nearly buckling as her balls emptied. Her head rocked back down, eyes falling on the distended bulge of cock inside throat, and she came again even harder than before. Her nipples quivered and hardened, each spraying a dozen thin white streams of milk across the body connecting the two cocks. 
Linkette felt the spray pattering against her thighs and opened her eyes. Seala squealed in surprise when Linkette’s cock pulsed a quarter inch larger and stayed that size in her throat.
Linkette lurched forward, leaning over Seala’s body and clamping her lips down around the milk fountain nipple. She sucked hard, and Malon’s tit opened up wider in response. Thin streams became thick jets and Linkette sucked it all down greedily, heavy gulps every second draining mouthful after mouthful of rich cream into her stomach.
Linkette kept thrusting, small motions that rocked her balls back and forth to slap against Seala’s slutty face every second. With her eyes eclipsed by testicles strained tight by the cum that filled them she couldn't see anything, but she could feel the change and action hovering over her slim body. Her hands reached up, groping blindly and finding Linkette’s heavy breasts swinging like fat pendulums.
She grabbed them both, squeezing and clapping then together, pleasuring herself with the feel of breasts in her hands, blind to what was happening to Linkette’s stomach below them.
Linkette guzzled gulp after gulp of filling milk, drinking until she was full, then drinking more and more and more. Her stomach bulged, then grew. She gorged herself on cream till her belly was a rounded orb and Malon’s tit was empty, then switched to the other breast and did it again.
No one noticed that Malon was still cumming, that goopy white semen was flowing out the city girl's cunt around Malon's dick in unnaturally large amounts. Everyone was too distracted to realize her orgasm was approaching its fifth straight minute.
Linkette's stomach was large enough to fit twins when Malon's second tit emptied. Linkette sucked harder, even biting Malon's puffy areola to draw more milk that simply wasn't there. Until it was.
Malon's breasts, which had shrunk noticeably as they drained, suddenly started to grow again. They filled out, becoming larger, fuller, tighter. Milk started to flow again, which Linkette drank without hesitation. It flowed even heavier than before, a single rushing torrent now that slid straight back into Linkette's gut, while the other tit shot it's stream like a pressurized jet off the side into the room.
Seala’s stomach was starting to bulge as well, though not nearly as large as Linkette's which now pressed down on her cocksleeve’s modest chest. Malon's cock was not quite large enough to plug the cunt it filled, letting much of its cum escape into the bed and drip onto the floor.
Malon finally stumbled back, her dick trickling out the last little bit of cum in a waterfall that splashed as it hit the ground, before collapsing onto the bed next to her friend. Linkette didn't have the mind to notice this, only continued to plunge her meat deep into Seala’s chest.
Malon's tits continued to pour out milk as she laid down on top of them, her cock still trickling cum as it was pressed between her stomach and the bed. Those tits were larger even than her normal, massive size, and flattened out beneath her like small beds in their own right.
Linkette made desperate love to Seala’s face long afterwards. Seala should not have been able to breathe with that much thick cock plugging her airway, but the thin city girl never gave the slightest sign of distress, never anything other than total lust and satisfaction.
Linkette's milk-gorged belly hung over Seala’s chin and rested on her body, sloshing and jiggling even more wildly than her breasts with the motion of her thrusts. She pounded away longer than anyone could track, long enough for Malon to doze off in golden afterglow and wake several times.
Linkette's belly shrunk as she thrust. Milk converted straight to raw sexual power, each thrust wearing away at her reserves bit by bit.
At last, Linkette's belly was flat and smooth again. The last of Malon's milk burned up in sex. But even though the tight, warm, slick sleeve of Seala’s esophagus gave Linkette greater pleasure than she had ever felt before, she didn't feel any closer to climax. Linkette didn't feel like she would cum.
With no more milk in her belly, Linkette had no more fuel. Her thrusts slowed, then stopped. She panted heavily, hunched over Seala, then slowly pulled her long, long cock from the sheath of her throat with a drawn out, slick noise. She ambled backwards till she was leaning on the wall, looking down at her own cock. It was as hard and angry and large as it has ever been, if not more, and shining with the heavy coat of saliva and her own pussy’s juices that covered it.
She looked up. Her lovers were watching her with lust and adoration. Malon though, mixed with understanding and pity.
A noise drew all their eyes to the corner of the room. The store clerk was sprawled in a chair, snoring, dick hanging limp between wide open legs and body absolutely covered in a thick frosted layer of her own cum. She woke to the sound of their breathless laughter.
 
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