Please be advised that this story is ridiculously, egregiously and oftentimes painfully adult. There will be much sheer and utter naughtiness. Keep in mind that what is read cannot be unread. This is purely to have fun, write an intriguing story, and indulge in whatever smexy scenarios have entered my twisted mind involving various characters, because smut is way more fun in the midst of a good story. I am not above using the ideas of others, so please share your ideas. Don't forget, I want you along for the ride. Don't be shy, because I'm not.
Post-Skyward Sword. Link lost, obviously. What will become of him and the few humans left? Guess we'll find out.
Chapter I
We were the demon's playthings. That's the only reason we were still alive.
Pipit and I stared at each other from opposite sides of the room. I couldn't believe we had to do this. I wasn't even sure why we had to do this. I was certain he felt the same way. My heart raced madly, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't ignore the sweat creeping down my back.
Pipit's dark blue eyes were piercing and loathsome. I dropped my gaze. Reminding myself that his anger had nothing to do with me didn't help. At least, that's what he told me. He'd insisted numerous times that this wasn't my fault, that I had nothing to do with our new station in life. I looked back at him. His eyes looked as though they hadn't budged. I swallowed hard. Pipit might as well come out and say it: I failed. I failed as the Goddess's hero. I failed Skyloft. I failed myself. Worst of all, I'd failed the people who meant more to me than anything - my fellow knights, my friends. Zelda was dead. All of our instructors, dead. Pipit, like myself and a few others, was still alive. Alive in the sense that we still breathed. What we were and what we are now is like the sun compared to the moon. We functioned, but devoid of light, energy and life. By all rights we should've been pitched into the abyss with the rest of humanity. Because we, being here, were as dead as the rest of them.
The sun still shines in Skyloft, bright, shedding warm golden rays, just like it always has. That I was certain of. But it made no difference. The land had been stripped of life. It is empty and silent. No human will ever see the sun again, or feel those golden rays. The sun might just as well be the moon.
Through our one small lancet I could see the last remaining light of the day. Giving way to dusk, the light glimmered against the shivering green forest. It was slowly deepening to red, but from the depths of the demon lord's castle, I knew I'd never seen anything so radiant. It must've been the darkness that had engulfed me for months. It could've been the gnawing hopelessness of this place. I wished to touch what was just outside, that radiance, and as I looked down I realized that my hand had come up. Between my fingers the red crept, and I instantly felt cold. I slowly drew my hand into a fist and let it drop into my lap. I glanced back at Pipit. Lying on his stomach in his bed, his capless head slightly tilted, his expression brutally deadpan, he hadn't moved. His yellow tunic, under normal circumstances pristine, looked so unkempt now, weathered, and it seemed to goad me.
My breathing hitched, and for a moment I didn't know why. Then I remembered what we were slated for tonight.
Pipit lay there, calm, collected. Did he feel what I felt? I wished he'd say something. Then again, maybe it was best we didn't speak. The last time we'd spoken had been an hour ago, and the conversation had been so awkward as to be gutting, and I'd retreated to my side of the room, staring at my dark corner and doing all I could to convince myself that this wasn't happening. That this wasn't the true reality. That I wasn't actually about to, with Pipit, perform before the demon. Perform: that's what the demon called it.
I looked at Pipit again out of the corner of my eye. His hands sat neatly folded in front of him. Soon his hands would be feeling parts of me that I had practically forgotten about, if I'd ever known about them. I shuddered in disgust, feeling my chest tighten and my face grow warm. He kept staring, and I knew that he knew my thoughts. I finally forced myself to look squarely at him, red cheeks and all. We needed to finish what we'd started, and avoiding it was not going to help. Because this was going to happen no matter what we didn't say.
"Pipit, we need to. . . ." My throat was so dry my voice caved in on itself. I cleared my throat. "Finish planning for this." This. It sounded so innocuous.
Pipit still didn't move. He just blinked. Then he pursed his lips and nodded very slowly. He looked away, finally, and a thousand pounds lifted from my shoulders. I shut my eyes. I recalled a time before I'd lost that last battle - incomprehensible, after everything I'd done and all I'd been through - a time before I was burdened with the loss of all these lives, with all of this guilt. When I opened my eyes, it all returned.
That intense stare pressed on me again. I started to feel annoyed, but quickly forced it away. I had no right. We needed to sift through the rest of this. Some details had been worked out, as much as we could work them out, knowing that we knew nothing of what to expect when we were called. We were at the mercy of the demon; of his fancies and fantasies. Anything could happen, because anything could be requested of us.
"Forget the details," Pipit said at last, his voice low and steady. "Whatever he wants, I'll do, you'll receive. All right?" It was less a question than a demand. He was trying to help me, to spare me, to take on the tougher role.
This was so like Pipit. I hadn't known him well before our capture, during my surface adventures, skipping through time to catch up to Zelda and prevent this inevitable catastrophe. Through all of this I'd grown close to Groose of all people, not Pipit. But Groose was gone now.
Ordered by Zelda's father to stay, Pipit had remained in Skyloft, keeping his influence and authority there. Gaepora aimed to keep tensions in check and emotions from running too high. Considering the turmoil churning ceaselessly below the clouds, the handful of violent incidents that arose in Skyloft were negligible. From what Pipit had told me in the hours we'd spent together in this room, he was glad to have been of use during that tumultuous time. But I could tell that he'd longed to take the step that so many others had feared to take, to travel to the surface, and to fight. I was sorry he'd never gotten the chance, considering how efficiently I'd handed the victory over to the enemy. Pipit was a strong person, a good friend, and dead serious about knighthood. I hadn't known him well before but I knew him now. He was a true knight.
I'd defeated the demon, but at the cost of an injured leg. He'd left me more exhausted than I'd ever felt. Soon after, and not surprisingly, the demon's master had scourged me and left me for dead. The only human he'd cared about was Zelda. After he'd gotten what he needed from her, he'd left, but not before releasing Skyloft to the care of the demon lord. He'd made short work of it, a clean sweep. After returning to the surface with the four knights he'd spared, one of whom was Pipit, he'd discovered I was alive, nursed back to consciousness by his men. By that I mean toyed with by bokoblins and inadvertently wrenched back from death. Then I'd been pulled to safety by a female I can only assume is a servant of the demon lord's. A concubine or chambermaid. As I lay there in the very room I'm now in, I asked her why she'd rescued me. She responded by saying that she'd heard about the fight I'd put up and the pain and embarrassment I'd caused Ghirahim. She thought my torture and death would be best left up to him, not a gang of mindless animals. She squeezed my hand, gave me a lustful wink, and a smile full of pointed teeth. My vision faded.
I drifted in and out of consciousness for days. The woman tended my wounds. She brought me water, but little else. She wanted me healthy, but weak. All I wanted was to get out of this room, to escape, and all I got was water, water and more water. I felt as though my brain were afloat inside my skull. I remember a chamber pot, and her, and being humiliated, then nothing more. Except once, when she slipped behind me, brushed my hand aside and. . . . Well, I'm embarrassed to say. It startled me, having her do what she did. I'd never experienced such a thing. There's a lot I can say about it, and how I felt, but I won't say it now.
But I knew something was going to happen, though I had no idea what. All I knew was that I felt a sort of pressure, a discontentment, though I couldn't tell where it was centered. It was an annoying feeling, like an itch, but a good itch, and I wanted it to stop. But it got stronger, and stronger still, until I felt restless.
The feeling was irritating but it felt good. It gradually turned from an itching to a tingling, to a burning, to a fiery feeling, and before I knew it, something surprising happened. Something exploded inside of me and forced its way out. It felt so good.
I throbbed. I felt moist from sweating and was out of breath, and when I opened my eyes, there he was, the demon, standing in front of me, his pale, brawny arms crossed, his white lips curled into the grin I'd seen countless times in my nightmares. And here I was, on the floor, spread out next to a chamber pot with the chambermaid holding something unspeakable and my hands gripping hers. He'd seen the whole thing. Now I was humiliated.
I came back to the present. My eyes fluttered as I tried to decide which had mortified me more, the demon walking in on the chambermaid and I, or Pipit having to explain to me what it was that had surprised me. He'd explained it kindly, but I'd felt so stupid and ignorant. It wasn't exactly a topic often discussed among the knights, or anyone in Skyloft, at least not when I was around. As a rule I'd barely spoken to anyone at the academy. Never once had I heard anyone mention this. I didn't know a thing about it, and I suppose, wasn't creative enough to figure it out. But Pipit had been at some point. I'd known where babies came from, of course, but I'd never questioned the dynamics of it.
I looked at Pipit as I thought about what he'd told me. He still hadn't moved. I had spent the last several months of my life as a leader, because my skill and knowledge - and a mysterious blue sword spirit - had placed me in that position. But now my knowledge was inferior. Pipit knew a lot more than I did, and it made him more confident and better able to lead. If I led the performance, who knew how awkward it would look, how long it would take? I couldn't imagine doing those things to someone else. Thinking about having them done to me was hard enough. Now that I knew what this felt like, the idea of receiving it from Pipit was dreadful.
Pipit was waiting for an answer. I had to give him one. "All right," was all I could think to say. He remained still, but he seemed pleased. His role would be the harder one. Both roles would be difficult, but his, the performance would depend on. His was the more forceful, the more dominant role, and therefore the more punishing. All I had to do was survive the experience. He had to administer everything, survive it and live with himself afterward. It made me feel stupid for fretting so much over myself. I appreciated what he was doing for me. There were easier, less self-sacrificing paths for him to take.
"Pipit, thank you." It was inadequate. But I had to express some form of gratitude. If it weren't for him, who knew what I'd be facing.
"They're just bodies," Pipit said.
"What?"
"It's simple. They're just bodies. Don't forget that."
I stared at him, trying to make sense of his collectedness.
Pipit went on. "Bodies react to what's done to them. No matter who is doing it, your body will react to it. It's a simple fact. Just shut your eyes. Pretend I'm a girl."
"There are no girls left. None human."
He shrugged. "You don't know that. Besides, what I'm saying is it's okay if you hate it. And it's okay if you enjoy it. It doesn't mean anything. And it doesn't matter that it's me doing it. It's not like it's your choice. Either way, none of it matters. Besides that, I think we better get used to it. And to the idea of doing a lot of different things to each other." He tapped his fingers on the bed. "We can do this and be fine. We can go all the way without crossing the line, do you know what I mean?"
Pipit's dialogue made me question what my fears in this truly were. Was it being humiliated by the demon, possibly in front of a crowd? I'd survived that already, in battle and out. Or was it what Pipit had touched on, that I was afraid of him, of his body, and what he might do to mine, and how I'd react? It was everything, I think - the fact that I'd have to go through this in front of other people, whomever or whatever they happened to be.
Pipit continued. "It's our first time. I'm sure we can make it short and sweet without too much trouble. We just need to make sure you get off quick." I turned red as a rupee, I was sure, and I got a funny feeling in my lower belly. "There are ways. Get yourself most of the way there before we go out there. Fantasize about a girl you used to like. A little alcohol wouldn't hurt, and that's why I've arranged for some to be brought here a little while beforehand. That young chamber girl who brings our supper, I asked her yesterday to provide us with something. Anything. The stronger the better. I just hope she doesn't get caught, or we're all going to get it."
"I've never drank anything."
"All the more reason to do it," Pipit assured. "It won't take much. You'll feel relaxed, warm, and you'll float out of this room as horny as Groose was for Zelda. You'll be gagging for it." Pipit raised an eyebrow. "And think about sex. Start now. Think and think and think about it. Don't stop until you're about to reenact what you did in that chamber lady's hand."
"All right," I said shortly. I immediately regretted it. Hearing this was so hard. It was good advice, but that didn't make it any easier. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it," Pipit said. It was then that I'd realized I hadn't seen him smile since I'd left Skyloft the final time, so long ago. Don't worry about it? How could I not?
The room seemed to swirl around me. It didn't spin or anything unpleasant like that. I felt as though I were floating. I felt as though I were in the room, but not. In my body, but outside of it, as if I were observing what was happening to me more from outside of myself than from inside. That makes no sense. . .but that's what it was like.
My entire body, especially my head, buzzed in the nicest way. I felt miles away, maybe back in Skyloft, looking down on myself like a god. Yet I was right here. My fingers and toes tingled. My brain felt garbled and numb. I was giddy. I wanted to be close to someone. Pipit had been right: this stuff made me feel strange.
At first it was the most wretched thing I'd ever tasted, this red liquid. It scorched my nostrils and burned on the way down, but only for the first glass. I drank it fast. It warmed me considerably, and within minutes, I felt woozy. Pipit had drunk his quickly too, but he seemed fine. He poured me another glass. He said to drink them in quick succession. I looked him in the eye as I took another big swallow. He did the same.
I'd finished my second glass faster than my first. Pipit too. "Eating light really helped," I said slowly. I heard my words slur.
"I made sure you ate just enough to keep from getting sick," Pipit said, taking in a generous mouthful. He sounded normal. "You did good. You'll be fine." He was near to the bottom of his second glass, so I rushed to catch up. Within seconds he was pouring me a third.
"What is this stuff?" I asked.
"Some sort of red wine," Pipit said, filling my glass to the top.
I lifted it up to eye level. "Wow. . . . It's pretty. But it sure tastes bad."
"Give it a minute. You won't taste it anymore."
"That's because my tongue is going to. . .go numb." I hiccuped and spilled the slightest amount of wine on the floor. I started giggling. Pipit gave me a strange look. But then he started giggling too. Finally I'd seen Pipit smile, and all at once our cares were melting away. We laughed for a few moments, then slapped our hands over our mouths. We'd be fools to get ourselves caught now.
"Drink up," Pipit said.
So we drank up until the bottle was empty. In all I believe I had four glasses, maybe a bit more, though I couldn't be sure. Pipit had the rest. Across the room he looked quite somber, and was very quiet. He stared into space. He looked odd, but I knew I looked the same way. I felt so good.
"Link?" Pipit sounded breathy and groggy. He rocked a little, and his eyelids drooped. He didn't look at me. "How do you feel?"
It took me a minute to find the word. My head felt swimmy. "Nice."
"Are you thinking - what I told you to?"
"I don'know if I'm thinking much've anything." My words all slurred into one and I didn't care.
"I hope we don't get beat for this," Pipit said slowly. "If we do, I'm sorry. I'll take the blame. It was my idea."
"No," I said, trying to shake my head. "If that happens, we take it together."
"Doesn't have to be that way." Pipit's voice faded to a whisper and his eyes closed.
"I want it to. You're a good friend. Unlike me."
He chuckled. "Sure. So how are you feeling now? About doing this?"
I looked at my fingers. I tried to count them but they kept multiplying. "Don't know."
"Do you mind it so much anymore?"
"Why, don't you?"
Pipit grinned. "Not so much."
As drunk as I was, Pipit's words weren't lost on me. "No?"
"No. How about you?"
I shrugged. "I guess I don't mind as much."
"See? I told you this was all you needed." He sounded pleased. "We'll be fine."
Knowing how Pipit felt aroused me a little. "Pipit, have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"Karane."
I blinked several times. "I thought you didn't like her."
"Well, I didn't. She caught me outside once. It was late, and she talked to me for a long time. About something. I Don't remember. The moon had caught in her hair. I mean the light from the moon. I saw it in her eyes, and she was so pretty. So I kissed her."
"Because of the moon?" It made perfect sense to me.
"Because of the moon." I guess it made sense to him too.
Pipit had laid down. One foot was on the bed and his knee was rocking back and forth. His eyes stared, half-closed. His hand rested on his stomach, rubbing in an absent sort of way. I watched his movements. I pictured him and Karane kissing in the moonlight. I started feeling curious, and if I'm completely honest, more aroused. This was wrong, but intriguing.
Pipit was nice looking, tall with a powerful build. I suddenly wanted things from him that I'd never wanted from anyone. I felt a bulge in my pants. I wanted a lot of things but mostly I wanted from him what the chambermaid had done, because all that wine had awakened my desire. I hoped Pipit was feeling the same way. "Pipit?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm ready." I knew I was.
At this he turned his head and looked at me. I couldn't tell if his expression was one of disbelief, desire, or confusion. Or nausea. He looked me over, slowly. "Well, let's hope it's soon then."
