Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 15:22:16 -0700
From: Phillip K <givenpyre@gmail.com>
Subject: Legend of Pipit

This is a work of fan fiction featuring graphic sexual situations between
character from the Legend of Zelda universe. Link, Pipit, Zelda and others
mention herein were created by and are property of Nintendo. This story is
for entertainment purposes only.

If this you are underage or viewing this is illegal, leave now. Otherwise,
enjoy!

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 "To head out to the world below the clouds your going to need a sturdier
outfit, lad," headmaster Gaepora said, looking at Links out fit dubiously.
"Now that you're a senior of the Knight Academy you'll need a uniform, so
it seems we can kill two birds with one stone, if you'll pardon the
expression. You'll have to see Pipit about getting measured so we can fit
it to you, though."

Link nodded and excused himself, stepping out into the hall. It was a
beautiful day, as it always was in Skyloft. The curtains ruffled in the
light breeze that came in through the windows, and the calls of Loftwings
in flight could be heard in the spring air. It was peaceful, serene; as if
the storm that knocked Zelda from the sky had never even happened. Pipit
was pacing out in the halls as usual, probably thinking about something to
do with Loftwings. Link thought it was cute how the older boy obsessed over
the birds. He looked up as Link approached, his face lighting up with a
smile.

"Link! I heard the good news! I knew you had it in you," he said, clapping
Link on the shoulder. "With that red Loftwing of yours there's really no
way you could have lost though, eh? Aww, c'mon. Don't make that face, I'm
sure your riding skills helped too, buddy," Pipit said, laughing. "But why
are we talking out here? We need to get you fitted for your uniform. Let me
just go grab the measuring tape and I'll meet you in your room."

Link watched him go, still feeling the warmth from where Pipit had grabbed
his arm. He blushed a little, shaking it off as he headed to his room,
leaving the door open and sitting on the bed. He only had to wait a moment
before Pipit peeked his head around the door, knocking on the frame.

"Hey Link, you ready?" Link nodded, and Pipit came in. Links eyebrows rose
as Pipit closed the door behind him. "You're going to want that closed,
Link. I can't get accurate measurements while your wearing those, so you'll
umm...you'll have to take them off," he said, shuffling awkwardly. Links
face flooded a bright crimson, but he nodded and stood up, turning aside to
peel off his shirt and tossing it on the bed.

Pipit swallowed nervously as he watched links shirt come off, pulling up to
reveal his smooth back and rippling shoulder muscles, highlighted by the
soft white light spilling through the window. Link turned and Pipit held
his breath, drinking in his tight toned body. His eyes raked up from the
cut V that led down into Links pants at his hips, tracing the line of his
abs from his belly button up to his firm pecs, up his neck to his face, and
stopped at his eyes. There was a sadness there that cooled Pipits lust
almost instantly; something was wrong.

"Link, whats wrong? You seem down." Pipit asked, worried.

Link didn't know how to begin, but then the words just rushed out, how
Zelda had been ripped from the sky by a tornado and lost below the clouds.
Links fists clenched with frustration, but he forced them open and felt a
wash of determination well up inside him. He was going to find Zelda and
bring her back, no matter what.

Pipit listened to his story with growing concern. He saw the two together
all the time and knew the bond they shared. Though Groose may think there
was more to it, Pipit knew they were like brother and sister. He saw the
hurt and loss as Link told of Zelda's fall, but then the fire grew back in
his eyes, and Pipit clapped him on the shoulder again.

"There's my man," Pipit said smiling, feeling guilty for the rush he felt
at touching Links bare shoulder. His skin was smooth and warm, and his hand
lingered for just a moment. Link glanced down at the hand then up into
Pipits eyes.

"Umm, right. Well. We should get you fitted for your adventure I suppose,"
Pipit said, mentally kicking himself. He'd always had a crush on Link, and
had waited. Now the kid had just gone through hell and here he was making a
pass? He scooped up the measuring tape from the desk and turned back to
Link, resolving to be professional.

"I'll get your chest first, hold your arms up okay?" Pipit asked. Link
obliged and Pipit slipped the measuring tape around his chest, bringing it
up over his nipples. Links flesh stood up in gooseflesh and a shiver ran
through his body. He watched Links nipples harden into points as the tape
brushed over them. Pipit's breath caught and he bit his lower lip, holy
crap Link liked it! Any attempt at remaining professional shattered and his
cock flared to life, thankfully hidden by the tunic he wore. Links cheeks
flushed and he looked down.

"Okay, let me get your arms now," he said, making sure his hand
'accidentally' brushed over Links nipple again, watching the quiver run
through him, Pipit's cock so hard it hurt.

Link held up his arms and watched as Pipit brought his hands over, brushing
a nipple again. The breeze from the window was cool, and Pipits hands were
like fire against his skin, sending tingles through his body. Pipit
finished with his right arm and moved to his left. He stood behind Link
now, a little too close. Link could feel him there, his hands were now on
his arm lifting it up and sliding the tape around. Pipit leaned in close to
read the number, and Link felt the warmth as he breathed out the
measurement close to his skin. Pipit stepped back, and admired Links
physique again, openly this time.

"You've really been working out, huh? Your chest looks great, I'm going to
have to pick up the pace to keep up with you. These numbers are much better
than I would have thought, It's a good thing were measuring or it wouldn't
have fit at all. I've got to do your legs and waist now so I'm... umm.
Well. I 'm uh" Pipit stammered turning an even brighter shade of red, if
that was possible. "I'm going to need you to take of your pants." Pipit
finished in a rush.

A look of panic ran across Links face at the words, and his hands went to
the waist band of his pants and hovered there uncertainly.

"It's okay Link, I do this for all the new seniors, so just-" Pipits voice
trailed off as Link pushed down his pants a few inches and shrugged
apologetically. Pipits eyes followed Links light treasure trail down into
where it widened into his pubes, and the thick base of Links cock, the rest
hidden below. Link wasn't wearing underwear.

"Ahh I see," Pipit said weakly, feeling light headed. "I um.. that's good
though, I'll get a more accurate measurement this way." Pipit walked over
to Link who still stood frozen with his cock half out of his pants. Pipit
needed more. He placed a hand gently on Links waist and slid down to his
pants, looking Link in the eyes. "Let's get these off..." he said softly,
and pushed down. Links pants resisted, held up by his raging hard on. Pipit
kept pushing though and inch by glorious inch Links cock was revealed til
only the head was trapped by the waistband. It sprang free, slapping Links
stomach with a loud thwap. Link stifled a moan and Pipits knees almost gave
out. Wasn't it cool in here a moment ago? Now he felt like it was far too
hot, and tugged at his collar as he sank to his knees in front of Link. His
face was mere inches from Links cock and he watched a bead of precum ooze
out of the tip. Pipit ached with the need to take Links cock into his
mouth, longed to catch the oozing precum on his tongue and slide down til
his nose was buried in Links pubes. He licked his lips and swayed, but
found a shred of control and suggested Link turn around if he'd like. Link
turned slowly and pipit almost gasped.

Oh my god his ass is perfect, he thought, running his eyes up from Links
tight bubble but, along his narrow waist that blossomed up into a strong
back with wide shoulders. Pipit moved closer to slip the tape around link,
pulling it up into place around his hips, catching Link's cock and pulling
it tight against his body. Links back arched and a moan tore from his lips,
his hands went white knuckled on the desk in front of him. Pipit pulled the
tape tight and a flood of precum ran down Link's cock, wetting Pipits
fingers. He lost control. With a moan Pipit dropped the tape and grabbed
hold of Link's hips, pulled back hard and brought Link's ass to his face,
thrusting forward and nose diving between his perfect cheeks, his tongue
exploring Links hole.

Link couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips when the tape went around
his waist, everything Pipit did was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure
racing through his body at every touch. His breathing was already ragged as
the measure slid up, catching his cock and puling it tight. Oh god it felt
so good, he wanted more, and a sound of desire ripped through him and
escaped his lips, and then Pipit went mad. Link was almost pulled of
balance as Pipit dragged him by the hips back a few steps, and then..! Fuck
what was he doing? Link whimpered and moaned, thrashing against Pipit's
grip as his face pressed in between his cheeks and tongued his hole. It
danced and flicked , circled and probed, and every move made link gasp. He
had never felt anything like it; all rational thought left his mind,
replaced with animal lust. He wanted more. Pipits tongue probed deeper and
deeper, Links hand shot back and held Pipit's head in place, pulled him in
harder, deeper. Pipit wiggled his tongue, and Link thrashed about like a
hooked fish on the end. "Yes, yes, oh fuck yes, Pipit, don't stop" Link
moaned, but Pipit did. Link was about to look back, confused, when he was
spun around.

Pipit whirled Link by the hips, almost toppling him over again. He pushed
Link back against the desk, looking up at link with eyes wild with lust.
Links chest as he brought his mouth to bear on his body again. He kissed a
thigh, dragging up to links balls. They were tight up against Links cock,
and he tongued between them, sucking one gently into his mouth while Link
moaned. He let it out of his mouth with a plop, running his tongue up Links
impossibly long shaft up to his cock head, capturing it between his lips at
last. Link and Pipit moaned together, but it was Links turn to lose control.

Link grabbed the back of Pipits head, knocking his hat off as he cried out
and slid into Pipit,s waiting mouth. It was so hot and wet, and felt better
than he could have imagined. Pipit grunted with every thrust, pulling Link
deeper each time. He was getting close too fast, so he pulled out a moment,
looking down onto Pipits face, engraving the image in his mind of Pipit on
his knees before him with his cock inches from his mouth. Link reached down
and dragged Pipit's tunic over his head, revealing his tight little frame,
dusted with freckles on his shoulders. He held Pipit's head still, tracing
over his mouth with his cock head, moving his lips this way and that,
giving him just the head, getting more and more turned on... before
slipping it back into his waiting mouth.

Pipit took everything Link had, even when he shoved a little too hard,
moaning and grunting as Link pistoned in and out of his mouth. He grabbed
Links hips, stilling him for a moment, taking a deep breath and looking up
at link as he sank down on his cock, taking more and more, opening his
throat and taking still further, till his lips were buried in Links pubes,
Pipit's chin against his balls.

Link stared in wonder, his breathing going shallow as Pipit swallowed his
cock, crying out as he bottomed out. Pipit came up for air, then went back
down, pulling on Links hips to get him thrusting again. He slipped a hand
on Link's ass while the other unlaced his breeches, sliding them to just
below his ass and freeing his cock. Links hands went to Pipit's head and he
began fucking his face, slowly at first, then picking it up and pounding in
like a wild man, his eyes following Pipits back to his own perfect ass.
Pipit grunted with each thrust, little moans escaping his lips around Links
cock as he struggled to breath between thrusts. Link cried out and doubled
over, his grip on Pipit's head tightening.

"Ahh ahha hh nn, Uhh! Pipit! Oh! I'm getting close...."

Pipit's lips stretched as Link's cock seemed to swell even bigger, the cum
building inside as Link's cries grew more ragged and urgent. Pipit brought
a hand up between Links thighs and to his hole, working it inside fingering
him hard. Link became frantic, and he slammed his cock down Pipit's throat,
grinding his hips into his face.

"Fuck, fuck FUCK I'm cumming!" Link cried, his cock pulsing and twitching
in his throat, jetting stream after stream. Pipit pulled back, catching the
rest in his mouth, savoring his cum as he shot an impossible amount into
his mouth. He tried to swallow it all but some leaked out at the corners of
his mouth. Link's moans wore down to little gasps, his body twitching.
Finally he pulled out of Pipit's mouth with a sigh, his body going limp,
collapsing back against the desk.

Link looked down at Pipit, coated in a light sheen of sweat, Link's cum
trailing down his chin and panting for air. The post orgasm lethargy left
his body as he stared at the hottie. Link gave him a hand up, pulling him
tight against his body and kissing him passionately, tasting his own cum
still in the boys mouth. Link explored Pipit's mouth with his tongue, soft
moans escaping between their lips. His hands roamed all over Pipits body,
reveling in the feel of his skin pressed up against his own, their cocks
rubbing against each other as they ground together.

Pipit's hands traveled the muscles of Link's back down to his ass, running
a finger down his crack and finding his hole, playing with it, running his
finger around the rim and pressing lightly to get in, feeling Links body
tense up, inhaling sharply and letting it out in a moan.

"I'm not done with this," Pipit said, pressing hard against Links opening,
getting another gasp.

To be continued...