Chapter 2 - The Milk Maid Part 1

This is a work of erotic fan fiction. Fetishes included are: Futanari, huge cock, huge breasts, and lactation. This series is dedicated to strong storytelling as well as quality sex scenes, so there’s a bit of build up to the action, but there is far more action to this chapter than the last. Sex-to-story ratio: 7/3
 
Chapter 2: The Milk Maid Part 1
 
When Linkette first stepped beyond the tree line of Kokiri woods into the wider world beyond, her feet slowed to a stop as the breath was stolen from her chest. The late afternoon sun shone down on golden fields of shimmering grass that stretched out farther than her eyes could see and disappeared into the distance behind gently rolling hills. The light, unfiltered by the leaves, was brighter than she’d ever seen it before; she had to squint her eyes and raise her arm above them to keep from being blinded.
There was more space spread out before her than she knew existed. Miles and miles of open ground in every direction but back. Her whole life, living in the forest, she could only see as far as the tree in front of her. Now, she could see forever.
When she finally drank her fill of the view and came back to her senses, she started walking. The Deku Tree had told her to go North, where the rising sun was on her right and set on her left. That was where the Hylians lived.
The sun was already dipping down towards the horizon. Passing out at dawn, she had slept all the way to noon with the fairies littered across her naked body. When she woke up and had her surprisingly tearful goodbye with the fairies, she had stayed in the forest just long enough to bathe in a pool, washing the fairies’ juices off her penis and her own from her vagina and legs, don her too-tight tunic, and walk out of the woods. 
Linkette walked until the sun set, and then walked a while longer. When she realized she wasn’t sure she was still walking in the right direction, she found one of the few scattered trees and climbed. Rising till she sat on the highest branch that could support the weight of her wide butt, she settled in with her back against the trunk and tried to sleep. The chilly wind made that difficult, so she hugged her immense penis against her belly and between her chest and let its warmth flow back into her.
She woke up with the sun the next morning, cold, hungry, and thirsty. She continued north, looking for food and water as she traveled, but as the sun rose higher in the sky it dawned on her that she wasn’t going to find any. For the first time in her life, there wasn’t abundant fruit and nuts to eat, or plentiful streams and ponds to sip from. It had never occurred to her that, maybe, she should bring some with her. But as she thought of that she realized the problem of carrying water around was as hard as her penis; how were you supposed to pack something that sloshed around and spilled from every hole?
She didn’t want to turn back, and the only other thing to do was move forward. She walked and walked all day, but while the particular hills and trees came and went, the hills and trees in general never went away. It was just featureless, grassy space wherever she wandered.
Occasionally the monotonous landscape was broken up by sighting interesting creatures, like small packs of bunnies or groups of round plant-things the size of her large balls with leafy propellers that made her giggle with their bumbling flight. 
When the sun set on the second day, her legs hurt and her throat burned from thirst. She’d never been so hungry and thirsty and tired before. She spent that night as she had the last, coddling her cock for warmth and comfort, except on the ground as she couldn’t find any nearby trees to climb. For a while she played Saria's ocarina, and when she lost focus for that she rubbed her penis fruitlessly to pass the time, stroking it as she waited to fall asleep. The entire fairy population hadn’t managed to get her penis to shoot the white stuff, so there was no way she would ever do it on her own.
She was stiff and sore when she woke up in the morning, and in more than just the usual penis-related way. Her mouth was dry, her tummy rumbled. She could hardly muster the strength to move.
Still, she got up and walked. Always headed north. After hours passed, she stumbled across a wide, flat patch of ground where the grass was worn clear. It stretched like a snake, bending and winding as it disappeared into the distance in two directions. It reminded Linkette of a game trail, but much much larger. It was headed in the same direction she was, so she walked it for a while.
It was a hot day that day, the burning fiery orb of the sun beating down on her harshly. She panted for breath, parched for water, her steps stumbling back and forth in a drunken zig-zag. Sweat soaked the pits and chest of her tunic, small rivers running down into the valley of her cleavage and making it slick and uncomfortable.
When the sun was directly overhead, hammering her with its burning rays, Linkette collapsed. She fell straight forward, her long penis the first part to hit the ground. Its tip stuck straight into the compacted dirt, but it didn’t bend or break. It remained as hard and unyielding as the Deku Tree, her body buckling around her hips as it continued to fall. Her chest mashed into the ground moments after her penis, her face planting into sweat-slicked breast flesh bulging from the hem of her constricting tunic.
She fell on her side a moment later, her vision fading into a black tunnel before losing consciousness entirely.
 
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It was the erratic wobbling of Linkette’s chest that woke her.
Her body shook and jostled with the surface beneath her, the motion transferring to and amplifying in the malleable flesh attached to her ribs. It was one particularly hard swing to the side that pulled her entirely off whatever perch she was laying on and sent her crashing to the wooden floor of the wagon.
“Oof!” She grunted at the impact, then groaned at her pounding headache.
There was rustling ahead of her as someone turned around in their seat. “Oh, Mama look! She’s awake!”
Linkette tried to look up at the source of the voice, but her eyes were all blurry and no amount of blinking was clearing them. All she could see was a lightly tanned splotch of color with a red splotch of color on top and behind it. “W-water…” Linkette begged, her voice hoarse and dry.
“Quick, darlin’, give her a jar. Poor thang looks worn ragged and parched!”
Linkette heard a satisfying pop! before a clear glass jar filled with white liquid was held out over her head. Weakly she reached up and grabbed it, cupping it in both hands and pulling it to her lips. It was the first time she’d ever seen glass, or whatever the white stuff inside it was, but she was too thirsty to even question it.
She tilted the jar against her lips and the white stuff poured into her mouth. Being the first time she’d ever drank from a cup, plenty of it also poured down her chin and into her sweaty cleavage.
Her tongue exploded with flavors she couldn’t describe, eyes shooting wide with wonder as she tipped the jar back further to dunk more of the white drink into her mouth. It was delicious! She drank and drank and drank, until the jar was empty and she moaned a long sigh of contentment.
When Linkette was finally refreshed and rehydrated, licking the sweet, creamy white drink from her upper lip, she leaned her back against the wall of the wagon and looked around.
She didn’t know what the wagon was or what it was called, but she could see it was being used to haul big cubes of pale yellow strands, which is what she had fallen off of when she woke up. She looked up at the source of the voice, and her body locked up at what she saw.
It was a person, a girl. She wasn’t like the Kokiri girls. There was something different about her, the proportions of her face were different, older. She was… beautiful. Looking at that face, with its wide blue eyes and lush, plump lips turned up in a beaming smile, and the gleaming red hair that fell down to her shoulders and framed her head like a waterfall of roses… Linkette’s throat closed up and she struggled to swallow, and her chest felt tight. Not the kind of tight it usually felt, trapped in her confining tunic, but an inside kind of tight. Linkette’s mouth, so dry and cracked just seconds ago, now felt wet and clumsy.
The red-haired girl had pointed ears.
She laughed at Linkette’s dumbfounded expression. “Hahahaha! Come on now, Pantless Wonder, don’ just leave me wait’n! Tell me yer name!”
Linkette tore her eyes away from the girl, the Hylian, to look at her own lower half. Her back was slumped against the wall of a straw cube, butt on the floor of the wagon, and her breasts blocked the view of everything except the tip of her bobbing penis. She leaned her chest one way and her head the other to look around it, to her bare legs and naked butt, and the twin orbs of her heavy balls sitting on the floor below her shaft.
She looked back up at the girl without a lick of shame or embarrassment, still just stunned by her very existence.  She was waiting with one delicate eyebrow quirked, that same happy grin plastered across her lips. Those lips look so soft…
“Um… I… Uh, L-Li-”
“Haw haw haw!” Another laugh boomed, startling Linkette. A huge, burly arm reached out from behind the stack of hay blocking Linkette’s view from the other half of the driver’s bench. It shoved the red-head’s shoulder playfully, before the same voice that made the laugh said something. It was different from the girl’s voice. It was deeper, and more… Linkette didn’t know the word she was looking for at the time, but it was ‘mature.’ “Stahp it, darlin’! Yer flusterin’ the poor gal wit’ dat purdy face o’ yers!”
Linkette turned her face away, now feeling the heat of a deep scarlet blush on her cheeks. She was flustered by the girl’s face. She didn’t know what was wrong with her; why was this girl making her so stupid?
“My name’s Malon.” The red-head said. “Nice to meet you.”
“M-m-my name’s Linkette… Um, thanks for the--uh…” She mimed drinking from the bottle. “The white stuff. What happened? How did I get here? And… um… are you uh, are you Hylians?”
The girl Linkette couldn’t see laughed, saying “With titties like these we ain’t no Gorons! Haw!”
Linkette cocked her head, confused. “Is that… was that a yes?”
Malon quirked an eyebrow. “Well a’course we’re Hylians, ya silly goose! What else would we be?”
Linkette shrugged, glancing down in annoyance at her chest. It was still bouncing around with every little jostle of the wagon. “I’ve never seen another Hylian. I lived with the Kokiri in the Deku Tree’s forest my whole life.”
A face like Linkette had never seen before popped around the corner of the haystack. It looked a lot like Malon’s face, but… weathered. It had wrinkled eyes and laugh lines over a sun-beat forehead, her hair stark black. “Shoot, little lady, you walked all the way from the woods? No wonder we found you collapsed in the road!”
Malon reached her arm over the barrier between the wagon and the driver’s bench, towards Linkette. Linkette didn’t think at all, automatically reaching up and taking it. Her skin was smooth and soothing to touch, and Linkette unconsciously rubbed her thumb over it. Linkette couldn’t see any of Malon’s body, but with her arm extended like that she could see that her shirt was white and had a yellow scarf-like thing collaring her neck.
“We found you passed out in the middle of the road, dick bigger’n a pitchfork and hangin’ out for all the world to see. Thought you’d been attacked, since we couldn’ find yer pants anywhere.”
Linkette poked the head of her penis with a single finger, thinking ‘dick’ must be another word for it. “No, I… I just can’t wear pants.... I’m too big to fit in them.”
“Haw! Gosh darn if that ain’t a nice problem to have!”
Malon frowned to the hidden girl. “Ma! Is not! It would be so embarrassing if everyone got to see yer dick everywhere ya went!”
Linkette tilted her head, her finger continuing to absently poke her other head. “Why would it be embarrassing?” She didn't like people staring at her ‘dick,’ but that was because she was always teased about her size. 
Malon sucked in a breath and opened her mouth to reply, then froze. She erupted into laughter, the deep kind that came from the belly and bent you over in half. “Hahahahahaha! Naw, I guess you wouldn’ actually! Hahaha! Fly a flag from it, wave it about loud and proud! Ha!”
“I like a gal that’s filled with daring!” The mature voice declared. “My name’s Talon, nice ta meetcha kid!”
Malon turned around further in her seat, facing Linkette completely. “So Linkette, you said you lived in the forest? That’s weird!” Talon bumped her arm with a soft ‘be nice!’ “What was that all about?”
Linkette shrugged. “I thought I was a Kokiri, like all the other kids there. But I got bigger and they didn’t, and then eight moons ago my thi--uh, my penis got hard again, but this time it never got soft again, and just a few days ago the Deku Tree told me I was a Hylian.”
Malons eyes slowly went wide as she leaned back from the bench. “Eight moo… you’ve been rarin’ to go for eight fuckin’ months and trapped in a forest of li’l tykes?! You poor girl, I’dve gone loony on the second day!”
The wagon came to a halt. Linkette looked around, realizing for the first time they had driven into a… place? Linkette didn’t have the words to describe it, they didn’t have stuff like it in the forest. It was a huge area of land, circled by a tall wooden fence. Lots of other parts of the land were divided by other fences, and there were buildings scattered around too.
“Welcome to Lon Lon Ranch, little lady!” Talon greeted as she dismounted the wagon. Malon came around to the back of the wagon and dropped the gate, giving Linkette her first unimpeded view of Malon’s body.
Her breasts were... enormous, massive mountains of flesh straining against the loose folds of her thin white shirt, at least twice as large as Linkette’s own jiggling spheres. They captured Linkette’s eyes in an instant and refused to release them, demanding her entire focus. Linkette’s dick throbbed so hard it smacked back into the face of her own breasts, sending powerful waves of motion undulating through their soft globes. Malon’s breasts weren’t simply huge, they weren’t simply beautiful and sexy and filling Linkette with the overwhelming drive to stick her dick between them and slam them up and down over the burning hardness of her shaft for hours on end, ravaging them both with pleasure and passion like the fairies every day for the rest of their lives. There was more than that. 
These were the first real breasts Linkette had seen beside her own.
And they’re bigger than mine.
Linkette lurched forward, tilting onto her hands and knees and reaching out to grab Malon’s huge, heavy breast. Malon gasped in surprise, taking a half-step back that didn’t bring her breast out of Linkette’s grasp.
Linkette squeezed, entranced by the easy yield and soft give, the tissue morphing beneath her hand and folding in around her fingers, even through the soft white fabric of her shirt.
Malon, overcoming her surprise, began to laugh. “Fwahahahaha! Yer more forward than the city girls! Everybody’s thirsty for a drink from the milkmaid, but nobody’s ever gone and grabbed my-- my udders....” Her eyebrows shifted from laughter to concern in the time it took to look at Linkette’s face, and the tears welling up in her eyes. “Oh… are you… are you crying…?”
The hiccuping sob that escaped Linkette’s lips said yes. She scooted forward until she could sit down upright and cup both hands under Malon’s mammary mass, hefting them to test their weight with reverent appreciation. Linkette’s penis bobbed and throbbed against Malon’s belly, ignored by both.
“You have--” Linkette’s voice broke. She bit her lips and swallowed the lump in her throat, trying again to say, “you have them too… My whole life I’d never seen-- I thought I was the only one who had--!” She broke into open sobs, drawing Malon into a tight and desperate embrace as she whispered. “You’re like me… You’re like me, I’m not alone…”
Malon stood completely still for several long seconds as Linkette cried into her cleavage, letting years of pent up anguish loose in a rushing river of relief and validation. Finally, Malon wrapped one arm around Linkette’s shoulders and the other around the back of Linkette’s head. She pulled Linkette closer, pulled her face down deeper into her cleavage. She patted Linkette’s head softly, shushing her and cooing “It’s alright now, it’s okay sweetie, I’m here for ya…”
Malon glanced up towards her ma Talon at the other end of the cart, who was watching through the welling tears that blurred her eyes. She had a tall, burly body, her muscles bulging along her arms with the strength of hard ranch labor. Malon’s ma gave her an encouraging thumbs up and a wink, and got to work unloading the wagon by herself.
 
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Malon led Linkette through the door of her bedroom with an eager tug. The space was humble and simple, but well-lived and marked with all the tender affections of a person’s space. The walls were white, the floor polished amber wood. Her bed was in the corner, large enough for two with room to spare and covered in soft, puffy pink sheets. Like the rest of their house it felt rustic and charming.
Malon closed the door behind them and pulled Linkette into the center of the room. She tilted forward onto her toes and rolled back onto her heels, the impact of the motion making her weighty bosom bounce hyponotically. She smiled at Linkette’s captive attention, and curled a finger in come hither fashion.
Linkette ambled forward, still unaware of what they were supposed to be doing. Malon leaned in and whispered, as if scandalously, “Undress me.”
Linkette blinked. “W-what? Undress you?”
Malon’s smile grew wider. “That’s right. Ya thought you were alone, and now ya know you aren’t. I want you to undress me, explore every bit of my body. Learn what I have and what they’re like. We’re going to explore each other. Now…” she stepped closer, grabbing the bottom hem of Linkette’s miniscule tunic, and lifted it up to bare Linkette’s boobs, perky and tight but drooping ever so slightly by gravity’s incessant pull. Malon went a step further than the fairies had, lifting the neckline over Linkette’s head and removing it entirely, to toss into a corner of the room. She had to pull for a few delayed seconds to get all of Linkette’s butt-length braided blonde hair through the fabric.
Without her tunic, owning no shoes or other clothing, Linkette stood completely naked in the room of the girl she had only met an hour before. Her breasts trembled and dick bobbed with every heartbeat, and her large, apple-sized balls hung suspended in skin that was loosened by the heat, allowed to swing around and knock against her legs.
Linkette’s lips trembled nervously as she reached up, touching the great wall that was the side of Malon’s left breast. Her fingers tenderly traced down their side over the pleasant white fabric, from side to under and out again to her wide, fat nipple resting an entire foot or more away from her ribs. Linkette ran her finger over that puffy bump beneath Malon’s shirt, sending a shiver down the milkmaid’s spine. Linkette formed a ring by touching the tips of her thumb and forefinger, placing it over Malon’s nipple. The dome-like mound of Malon’s puffy areola was too large to fit in the ring, its center bulging out past Linkette’s fingers and its outer edge squishing beneath them.
Linkette’s other hand raised up and touched her own bare nipple, running over its small, hard surface. Tingling jolts of pleasure shot from her chest and down her spine, which she felt nerves reply to in the lower parts of her body. Her own nipple was so different from Malon’s, so much smaller. It was the size of her fingertip and five times harder, like a diamond stuck on the edge of her fatty breast flesh.
Linkette moved both hands up to the yellow scarf around Malon’s neck, lifting it up and over her neck. She dropped it to the floor and fingered the neck of Malon’s shirt, tracing her touch down through the valley of her cleavage, over the bump of her breasts and back underneath, where they finally settled on where the shirt tucked in under her belt.
Linkette tugged the shirt up, freeing it from Malon’s ankle-length skirt. She dragged the silky white fabric up, Malon cooing as it slid over her wide nipples, until the shirt covered her head. Linkette paused there, Malon’s sight masked by the shirt and breasts exposed to the open air.
Linkette’s breath left in a shuddering exhalation, her eyes locked on the fat, heavy, round masses of Malon’s incredible breasts. They moved up and down with Malon’s breathing, a soft rising and falling that were captivating in their simplicity, their elegance, subtlety. They were larger than the largest watermelons, half again the size of any Linkette had seen growing in the forest and twice as full.
Linkette, remembering the efforts of the fairies and all their delightful touches, leaned her neck down to Malon’s breast. Her mouth opened and sealed around Malon’s engorged nipple, sucking on it like a candy while her tongue slid over it, back and forth. Malon gasped, her head still shrouded by her shirt, but made no move while Linkette sampled the salty taste of her sweat and the savory flavor of Malon’s sensitive skin. One of Linkette’s hands dropped from holding Malon’s shirt up, moving to grab Malon’s other breast in a wide-fingered grope from the front. She squeezed and mashed and moved it around while she continued to suck.
Linkette’s eyes shot wide in surprise when thick, creamy fluid shot out from Malon’s nipple and splattered across her tongue. Delicious flavor exploded across Linkette’s taste buds, shunting every other sensation to the side. She mashed her face deeper into Malon’s tit, sucking with greater force while her voice shouted surprise and delight past the muffling of breast flesh filling her mouth.
Malon moaned as her nipple continued to spray its load, Linkette lapping it up hungrily. Her other hand dropped from Malon’s shirt, letting it fall back so that it freed her head and pooled around her neck. This hand dropped down Malon’s naked back, sliding over her bared skin and coming to a stop on the small of her back, which she pulled in closer to her own body. Linkette’s penis stood at attention between Malon’s legs, making an inverse-tent out of Malon’s skirt beneath her ass and going completely ignored by both girls.
Linkette still hadn’t eaten in days, yet Malon’s milk was sating her starving stomach, filling her and satisfying her and making her lust all the more for the milkmaid’s wonderful body. Malon stood stock still, her eyes closed and mouth hanging open in pleasure as she allowed Linkette full reign of her body and how she explored it.
Long minutes passed as Linkette drank her fill of Malon’s incredible cream. It was so sweet and smooth, Linkette couldn’t think of anything else but its flavor for that whole time. After emptying one breast and some of the other, Linkette’s belly was finally too full of the miraculous milk to drink any more.
She pulled away, gasping for breath and slumping against Malon’s body. The ranch girl caught her, supporting her as she recovered her breath, and laughed softly.
“What… is… that amazing... stuff…?” Linkette asked between pants.
Malon chuckled. “Milk, silly. The stuff you drank in the wagon came from our cows, but you just guzzled down two thousand rupees worth of Chateau Malon. The hoity-toity noble girls in Castle Town can’t get enough of it.”
Linkette didn’t know what rupees were or what Malon meant by that, but she did understand that last part. “No wonder they do… I’ve never tasted anything that delicious in my life… and you can drink that any time you want?!”
Malon burst into roaring laughter. “Hahahahahaha! I could if I wanted, but that’d be drinking down a lot’a money! Hahaha!”
Linkette rubbed her face against Malon’s cleavage while her hand rubbed her own filled belly. Malon smelled like clean sweat and sunshine. Part of her wanted to just stand there all day and breathe that smell, but her throbbing dick demanded too much attention to allow that.
Now well acquainted with Malon’s tits, Linkette pulled away and knelt down, bringing her eyes level with Malon’s tummy.
Despite how unbelievably huge Malon’s breasts where, her stomach was as flat and tight as a drum, with defined abs that made a perfect six pack. The intense contrast between the width of her breasts and the narrowness of her waist filled Linkette with an instinctual longing, a sensation she had never felt for another person. She had been horny and unsatisfied for as long as she could remember, but never before had those feelings had a target of desire.
Linkette’s hands ran over Malon’s abs a few times before settling down on her belt. There she struggled, trying to work the foreign contraption of its clasp. After several frustrating seconds Malon helped, releasing the belt for her. Linkette pulled the skirt down to the floor, then tilted her head at what she saw.
Malon was wearing some kind of lacey white undergarment, panties she would later learn. Linkette’s heart hammered in her chest when she saw the big white bulge in the front of Malon's panties, right where her own penis sprouted from her crotch. Linkette panicked at first when she saw its size, how much smaller it was than her own. But then she remembered that her penis used to go soft, and how it used to be smaller when it was soft. She couldn’t remember how much smaller it got though; was she still a freak? Was she not supposed to be as big as she was?
Linkette delayed the answer to that question by sliding her hands down from Malon’s back to the soft domes of her strong butt, which she cupped from the bottom and squeezed. Those were so much smaller than her own, too. Linkette’s butt was big and wide and curvy, and swayed with every step she took even if she tried to stop it. It filled every seat she sat in and cushioned even the hardest ground. Malon’s butt was the opposite; it was lean and fit, small though noticeable. Her hips were wide, “child bearing” she would later hear, and the hourglass figure (with an exaggerated upper half) made Linkette hunger to fill Malon with her hardness even more intensely. But, despite how much she loved to look at and feel that athletic ass, how much smaller it was than her own still made Linkette self conscious and worried.
She stood, hands reluctantly dropping from Malon’s cheeks and instead grabbing her wrists. Linkette led Malon’s hands around her waist to Linkette’s own huge butt, setting them there and holding them against her skin. She then waited nervously for Malon’s reaction.
Malon bit her lower lip with a sultry smile that was so sexy, Linkette’s penis throbbed hard enough to leap up between Malon’s legs and smacked her on the ass from the other side. Malon’s fingers flexed and squeezed, digging into Linkette’s malleable flesh. She pulled her cheeks apart and clapped them together before kneading them around like fresh dough.
“Oh by the gods, this ass is so fucking sexy… I got a good look when we found ya on the road, but I din’ feel righ’ coping a feel. Gawd, I never felt anything so amazing before. I’ve bed a lotta ladies, but I ain’t never felt an ass that made me want to plow a girl’s fields as hard as I do right now. You’ve got the most incredible body I ever did see, Linkette. I’m getting so hard for you…”
Linkette’s eyes snapped wide when she saw it was true. The bulge in Malon’s panties was throbbing and growing with every beat, sticking out farther and farther in the white fabric every second. Linkette gulped; now was the time.
She knelt down again, Malon’s fingers sliding from the surface of her ass, and pulled on the edges of the panties, pulling them down Malon’s legs. Her dick caught on the edge, bouncing up when it pulled free. Linkette dropped the panties and swallowed, staring at Malon’s swelling erection. 
Beat by beat it grew, rising up as it filled with heat and blood and desire carried through veins webbing its surface. It swelled in length and girth until its pale pink head bobbed steadily out from her crotch, its tip moistening from the slit. 
It hit its full size and stopped at a flush ten inches in length. It was proportionately thick, so wide she could barely touch thumb to middle finger around it. 
It wasn’t even half of Linkette’s size. And her balls, too, were… they were so much smaller than hers! Both of Malon’s testicals could fit inside one of Linkette’s and still have room for three other pairs. Where Linkette’s balls were a heavy, impenetrable curtain obscuring her vagina from sight, Malon’s didn’t do a thing to hide the pink folds behind them. 
Linkette’s head dropped, eyes facing the floor as the full brunt of it hit her. She was always going to be different. She was never going to fit in with the others. She may have found other Hylians, she may have met girls with bigger boobs than her, and who had both boy parts and girl parts, but Linkette would always be strange, unusually large, suffering growth that put her beyond the rest.
Linkette looked up at Malon, afraid of the judgement and scorn she would find, but she was shocked when she saw eyes that were half slitted and fluttering with arousal, saw her waving back and forth on her feet. Her hand hovered at her side, twitching in desire to stroke her awakened erection, but forcefully restraining herself. 
Linkette realized that… Malon wanted her. That Malon thought she was “sexy.” And if Malon thought that… then what did it matter if her penis was freakishly huge? What did it matter how different she was, if there were such beautiful girls like Malon who wanted to have sex with her? 
Linkette took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. She lifted her head and stood straight, face set in determination as she scooped one arm beneath Malon’s ass and the other behind her head. She heaved Malon up off the floor to the farm girl’s surprised whoop, which Linkette silenced by mashing her lips against hers in a deep and daring kiss. It was something she had only seen the fairies do, but it felt so right when she tried it that she didn’t stop.
Linkette’s massive member throbbed against Malon’s ass, their breasts crashing against one another as their bodies pressed tight. Linkette carried Malon back to her bed, setting her down on her back without ever breaking the kiss, her penis still sticking between Malon's legs and now trapped beneath the warm, heavy weight of her body against the mattress. If Linkette was always going to be a freak, then she was going to own it. She would show her dick to the entire world, and anyone who had a problem with that could choke on it while they sucked her. She would not hide who she was just because she was different.
Finally Linkette broke the kiss, sliding her penis out from under Malon's ass as she pulled back to kneel off the side of the bed. She had lain Malon down with her ass at the edge, and sat between her spread legs. With Malon’s back flat against the bed, Linkette cupped her balls from underneath and lifted them to reveal the entirety of Malon’s vagina.
Linkette had never seen a real adult vagina before. She’d never even seen her own; her balls were too big to ever really get out of the way enough to inspect it. The Forest didn’t have mirrors to help, and she never would have done something so embarrassing in public out in a forest pool. So she took her time exploring Malon’s, discovering for the first time what they really looked like. 
It was a vertical slit in the crotch between her balls and her butthole, but Linkette had been able to tell that much years ago just from feeling her own. Pulling apart the outer lips, Linkette found more flaps and folds inside, all a delicious pink. At the top of the slit was a little button; Linkette’s other hand snaked underneath her heavy balls and touched the small bump she felt at the top of her own, which sent an electric jolt of pleasure through her. So that’s what it looks like.
Linkette’s fingers traced the outside lips of Malon’s vagina, while her other hand mirrored the motion with her own, sending pleasurable warmth spreading through her nether regions. Completing a full loop around, she then moved on to the next layer of flaps on the inside. She traced every level of both vaginas, slowly and methodically, exploring every inch of their surfaces.
“Ooooh gahd, yer teasin my pussy so bad! I’m so fuckin wet right now!”
And she was. Malon’s… pussy? Her pussy was dripping with juices, slick and slimy like when the fairies had made Linkette gush. Seeing her vagina leaking that steady stream of lubrication made Linkette’s own pussy mopping wet, her fingers making loud squelching noises from both girls’ crotches. 
Malon’s hands writhed at her sides, desperate to do something but held back by the rules of her own game. Linkette looked up from Malon’s pussy to her cock, and her eyebrows furrowed as she studied it.
Malon’s penis (still so much smaller than Linkette’s, yet on its own an impressive length and girth) was drooling a steady stream of precum from its tip, which trickled down its shaft and lost itself in the bush of Malon’s pubic hair. Linkette briefly noted that that was another difference between them, that Malon had hair around her crotch, but ignored it in favor of the new event with Malon’s penis. Why was it leaking like that? Did that happen to the fairies too? Why did Linkette never do that?
Linkette didn’t understand. She hadn’t done anything to Malon’s penis, except when she pulled her panties off of it. She literally hadn’t even touched it yet. What was making her leak like that?
Linkette ran her finger up the side of Malon’s shaft, making the milkmaid’s legs stamp and her chest moan. Malon’s head lifted to watch Linkette as she studied her shining finger. Linkette stuck the finger in her mouth and tasted it.
Linkette’s eyes flicked to Malon’s penis as it throbbed hard at the sight, a particularly large glob of precum oozing out the top. It wasn’t like Malon’s milk, which was so delicious she couldn’t stop drinking until she was too full to swallow a single drop more. This stuff didn’t have a strong flavor at all; she could barely taste it, mostly only able to distinguish that there was anything there at all, but after a few moments an aftertaste of salt snuck its way into her perception. 
Linkette frowned and asked, “What is this? Why is your penis leaking?”
Malon laughed, her voice husky yet amused. “It’s precum sweetie, and I’m leakin’ cause you’re making me so hot and bothered.”
Linkette blanched. “I-I’m bothering you? O-oh, I, I’m sorry, I didn’t--”
Malon sat up, leaning her head down to kiss Linkette’s nose. “Naw sweetie, I meant you’re making me want to fuck you hard all night long.”
Linkette tilted her head. “What does ‘fuck’ mean?”
Malon giggled. “It’s another word for sex.”
Linkette pursed her lips. “Is that what the fairies were always doing? Sticking their thi-- their penises in vaginas?”
Malon’s eyebrows shot up her forehead. “The forest fairies are a buncha nymphos? Well shoot, now I want to visit the woods!” Her eyes glanced down to the floor, where a pool of Linkette’s own juices was spreading out beneath her. “Well hey now, what’re you asking me about precum for you silly girl?! You’re a regular ol’ waterfall down there!”
Linkette looked down as well, touching her fingers to the pool of slightly sticky lubricant spreading across the hardwood floor. “Yeah, but… this is all from my pu--uh, my pussy. See?”
Linkette stood up, bringing her crotch up to face-height for Malon. She made sure to angled her hips away so she didn’t bash Malon’s face with her two foot erection; her hand cupped her massive balls and lifted them up to reveal her vagina and the thick sheet of sex juice coating her inner thighs.
Malon’s willpower shattered. Her head rushed forward, planting her nose in Linkette’s balls while her tongue lashed out and rolled slowly across Linkette’s dripping pussy from bottom to top.
Linkette cried out in unexpected pleasure, her knees buckling. In one quick, smooth motion, Malon caught her and twisted her around, laying her face-down on the bed. Linkette’s penis was forced flat up against her body, sticking up into the bottom of her cleavage. The next thing she knew Malon was on top of her back, her hard penis sticking down through Linkette’s thighs while her breasts pooled against her back. It was an incredible sensation, their mass, their excessive size spreading across her shoulders, the ever-present warmth of Malon's body stoking her desires even more. It all made her pussy gush and her penis throb, which in turn jostled Linkette’s entire body atop it.
Malon’s lips hovered off the side of Linkette’s head, her breath hot and moist. “Gahds, I just can’t resist you. Let me fuck you, Fairy Girl. I can’t hold back anymore. I need to plow you, to feel your pussy squeeze my cock as I pump you full of cum. I need to hear you moan and scream in pleasure while you ride my cock. Tell me I can do it. Tell me I can stuff your slit full of hot, hard dick.”
Linkette’s breath shuddered as Malon spoke, desire sweeping through her, but reluctance followed it. Linkette’s penis was pressed against her body, shifting both her and Malon ever so slightly as it throbbed beneath them in time with her heart. She wanted her penis to stuff Malon’s pussy, she wanted to ram her again and again, to finally fulfil her eight months of endless need. She needed to feel Malon’s wet folds around her. She desperately wanted to know, for the first time in her life, what it would feel like to shoot that white load out of her dick. What was it like? How much would she shoot? Would it be the same proportions as the fairies, scaled up? Or would the vast difference in size between their ‘cocks’ and balls make her own load so much bigger as well?
Linkette gulped. “Malon, I--I want to--”
Malon’s dick pressed its length across the surface of Linkette’s pussy, rubbing it up and down, massaging the hard button of Linkette’s clit. Her muscles melted, all tension leaving her body as her head fell against the blanket.
“I… want… I-- I want your dick inside me.”
Malon’s excited breath was hot on Linkette’s ear as she smiled wide, saying “I’ll gladly oblige, sweetheart.”
Malon’s penis drew back from its spot against Linkette’s pussy as she repositioned herself. Linkette bit her lip, considering her submittance. She really did want Malon inside her. She really, really wanted Malon inside her, wanted her dick to plunge her deepest depths, fill her with throbbing meat and as much white stuff as she could shoot. And it wasn’t like she couldn’t stuff Malon full of her own heaving lumber later, right? If the fairies were any clue, they could keep going again and again as long and often as they wanted. Linkette would have plenty of time to satisfy her dick. It’d be fine.
Linkette went still when she felt Malon’s head press up against the lips of her pussy. Malon teased the outside, rubbing her tip all along its rim, letting Linkette’s juices coat her while her own juices trickled out and returned the favor. Malon’s hands grabbed the cheeks of Linkette’s bountiful ass, squeezing and kneading the soft meat, clapping both cheeks against each other with Malon’s dick in between them in a move that sent waves of motion undulating through them.
It was only when Linkette whimpered in desire that Malon abandoned her foreplay and settled her dick back up against Linkette’s vagina. She muttered some words Linkette didn’t understand, an Old Hylian contraceptive spell, before collapsing her whole body across the length of Linkette’s back, plunging her cock balls-deep into Linkette’s aching cunt.
Linkette and Malon moaned together, Linkette’s hands clutching the sheets above her head. Malon’s penis had seemed so small to her, tiny compared to her own, but with its girth filling her pussy her impression couldn’t be more opposite. It filled her so completely, stretching out her pussy and reaching all the way inside. She had never known that the pussy had an end to it, but she definitely felt Malon’s head bumping up against the end of her canal as she thrust in and out with reckless passion.
“Oooohhh gods, Fairy Girl! I never felt a pussy this good before!” Malon yelled as her pelvis slammed against Linkette’s huge ass, sending waves rolling through it. Her breasts pooled against Linkette’s back while her ass rose and fell over and over, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “What do you do to be so fuckin’ good? I’ve plowed virgins and sluts alike and nobody even compares to your cunt!”
Linkette couldn’t respond, except for short girlish grunts and gasps at every thrust. Malon felt so long and thick, and the heat her cock poured into her was so wonderful. It was swimming in Linkette’s juices, making slick squelches every time Malon’s hips clapped against Linkette’s ass. She could feel the warm slick precum as it drooled into her even through all her own wetness.
Linkette’s hands released the sheets and snaked underneath her own body, roughly grabbing her own penis. She squeezed and stroked it hard, adding that pleasure to her pussy’s, but also increasing the ache of need she felt. The frustration that demanded release. While her arms whipped furiously up and down beneath her body, Malon’s hand reached around and cupped her tit from behind, kneading it around with a gentle squeeze.
“Ah, fuck!” Malon cussed, pulling out all the sudden and rolling off Linkette entirely. Linkette whined, rolling onto her side to stare at Malon, freeing her dick to spring out and away from her body and point accusingly at the girl beside her.
Malon was panting, back against the sheets with her eyes closed in strained concentration. Her hands were hovering around the towering mast of her penis. “Fuck… fuck…” she panted, before a self-deprecating grin spread over her lips and her head shook in disbelief. “I can’t believe it, Fairy Girl, we weren’t fuckin but for twenty seconds and ya’ll already nearly had me blow mah load.”
Linkette frowned at her words. “What load?”
Malon barked a loud laugh. “Cum, sweetheart, jizz, baby batter! I nearly shot a white sticky glob all over your insides!”
Understanding flashed in Linkette’s eyes, and she looked back at Malon’s throbbing dick, sticking right up into the air. So the white stuff was called “cum?”
...She wondered if it would taste as good as the other white stuff, the milk from Malon’s boobs…
            In a quick, surprise lunge, Linkette’s head was over Malon’s pelvis, and her mouth closed around the top half of Malon’s cock.
“Oh, shit!” Malon yelled, her whole body leaping up and curling around her hips, hands flying to Linkette’s head. They grabbed her, tried to pull her off, but the damage was done; Malon’s cock pulsed, swelling in Linkette’s mouth, before firing a long, thick gush of jelly-like cum. It hit the roof of her mouth and splashed around everywhere, falling back across her tongue and teeth and gums, and Malon’s dick in the center of it all.
Linkette’s eyes snapped open in surprise, and she nearly recoiled away from Malon’s spewing penis. Having expected something similar to the sweet, creamy perfection of her breast milk, the slick and bitter spew from her penis was shocking beyond description. Her first instinct was to spit it out, betrayed expectations making it taste wrong, but a second pulse sent another massive gob up into her mouth.
Those two spurts filled her mouth halfway, the thick fluid pooling against her lips, which formed a perfect seal around the penis they enclosed. It was trapped there, against her tongue, and so she finally tasted it, and it tasted good.
When she got over her shock, she realized Malon’s cum was even more satisfying than her milk. It stuck to whatever it touched, coating it in a thick slimy layer, and it had a strong hearty flavor that made her pussy burn with desire and cock throb with need.
Malon continued to cum, shooting thick load after load of long, heavy spurts until Linkette’s mouth was entirely full. Her cheeks were puffed out, and the slightest drop more would open the floodgates and spill every bit of Malon’s semen down over her her own cock and balls, pouring over her pelvis and soaking her sheets with its volume.
But that didn’t happen. Linkette pulled her mouth off of Malon’s cock, lips parting from its tip with a wet pop! Malon’s penis was coated in a gooey layer of her own cum, which dripped down its side and into her bushy pubic hair.
Linkette swallowed her brimming mouthful of Malon’s cum in two thick gulps before sighing, sucking in a huge draw of breath. She giggled a laugh a moment later; she could smell the musk of Malon’s jizz on her breath.
Malon collapsed against the bed, arm draped over her eyes as she panted for breath. “By the gahds… y’er an eager one, ain’tcha?” She peeked up at Linkette past her arm, shaking her head with a smirk. Her near hand reached up and wiped a line of cum off Linkette’s lower lip. “I was tryin’ to stop from doin that, you silly gal. I can’t keep pounding that sexy ass if I go all floppy on ya.”
Linkette shrugged with a playful smile, taking Malon’s hand and sucking the stray cum off her thumb. “I had to know what it was like. I thought it would taste like your milk.”
Malon’s laughter echoed through the ranch.
 
 
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