The Trouble with Cleaning Duty
Chapter 2: By Moonlight
Pipit and Reynaldo sat next to each other in the grass by the windmill. The stars lined the sky, and the moon glowed like a lantern hung by a doorway. This was a rare night when they could meet up on Skyloft.
Pipit squeezed Reynaldo's hand, "there's something I really have to get off my chest . . ."
"The list?" Reynaldo knowingly raised an eyebrow.
"Yes," answered Pipit, "I have pretty much slept with three quarters of the town."
"Wow," said Reynaldo, genuinely impressed.
"And the only that has changed is that I have a terrible reputation," said Pipit, resigned, "my feelings for you haven't."
"Look," Reynaldo brushed a black lock out of his face, "one reason I asked you to do the list before we settled down was that I was pretty wild when I was your age. I think everyone needs to get it out of their system."
"But it was mostly because you thought I was too immature to be married," Pipit said resentfully.
"No," said Reynaldo, looking down.
Pipit's eyes widened in surprise.
"It was because . . ." Reynaldo uncharacteristically faltered.
Pipit supportively put a hand on Reynaldo's shoulder.
He continued, "because, back in my wild days, I gambled my way into serious debt."
"Damn Fun Fun Island," Pipit chimed in.
"And now I'm paying for it. Literally. I've been working really hard to pay it back, but I still can't afford to pay for a wedding at the temple."
"We don't have to get married in the -"
"Yes, we do!" exclaimed Reynaldo intently, "it is a shame for a knight not to get married there."
"But Reynaldo . . ."
"And I will not bring you any shame!" Reynaldo clenched his fist.
"Reynaldo," Pipit rubbed his shoulders consolingly.
"I was trying to buy myself time as you worked your way through the town," said Reynaldo on the verge of tears.
Pipit embraced him from behind, "you didn't have to hide this from me."
Reynaldo smiled with relief.
"There is a 1000 rupee fee for a wedding at the Goddess temple," Pipit whispered in Reynaldo's ear, "I have savings of about 5000 rupees that I haven't touched just for an occasion like this."
"Pipit! You can't possibly pay for the wedding all on your own!" Reynaldo insisted.
"Shh . . ." Pipit put a finger to Reynaldo's mouth, "we are in this together."
They kissed tenderly, and then laid together in the cool dewy grass.
On the nearby Pumpkin Isle, home to a pumpkin shaped tavern and a pumpkin patch, Kina, the daughter of the tavern's owner, stood in the pumpkin patch frowning at the night sky. The voices of many rowdy partiers poured from the nearby orange building. They were partying, but she was still on duty . . .
The door opened and Kina's face soured when she saw Peater, father of the ever-modest Peatrice, walking towards her. Ever in a state of midlife crisis, he failed epically at a cool swagger and he stumbled over a few pumpkins. He stood in front of her, sneering in his ill-fitting clothes.
"What?" Kina's lips turned downward.
"I heard from the guys inside that you the right person if I need some . . . uh . . . relief."
"For a price."
"Yeah, yeah," he waved at the air impatiently.
"Follow me." Kina walked through the pumpkin patch, not showing concern for the mud.
Peater followed her to a small, two-walled pumpkin shed next to railing and a ledge. He brushed some dirt off of his shirt and upturned his nose, disgusted by the surroundings. He then looked at her lustfully and tore off her shawl and pulled down her shirt. Kina rolled her eyes as he fondled her small breasts.
"I don't know who you think you are to have that attitude with the great Peater!" he said arrogantly.
He pushed her down by the shoulders into a kneeling position. He whipped out his small dick and shoved it in her mouth. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head fast.
"Take that, little pumpkin bitch!" he panted.
He pulled out of her mouth and pushed her against the railing by the ledge. He pulled her skirt up and hurriedly pushed himself into her. Kina looked half asleep as she boredly glanced at the moon. He wheezed as he pathetically moved back and forth.
"Hey, hurry up!" said another man standing next to the shed, "I'm next!"
"DAMN IT!" Peater said, frustrated, "that made me come!"
He resignedly zipped up his ill-fitting pants and took 20 rupees out of his pocket.
"Give it to my pimp," Kina yawned, not even bothering to move from her compromising position against the railing "he's here evaluating me today. He should be inside."
Peater shrugged and walked back towards the rowdy Lumpy Pumpkin. When he entered several drunken men were singing. He noticed a strange man dancing on a table. He had a strange resemblance to a monster. He was bald except for two horn-like pieces of hair on both sides of his head. His eyes were barely visible and two fang-like teeth stuck out of his grinning mouth. He was currently doing some type of jig on the table.
"Batreaux?" Peater looked at him questioningly.
"Well hello, Peater!" he energetically jumped down from the table. "It's meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"You pimp here now?" Peater inquired.
"Well, yes and no," Batreaux gestured excessively with his hands, "I've been looking to expand my business. You know, I've got to compete against Skyloft's other pimp."
"Yeah, business in general is tough these days," Peater agreed.
"But I'm always hiring!" Batreaux said with twinkle in his eye, "and I see lots of potential for this place."
"I'm glad to hear that," Peater chuckled, "I don't like to pay for women in Skyloft. What with my daughter around! You know she is so innocent. I wouldn't be able to sleep at night if she followed my bad example."
Batreaux started choking on his own salvia.
"Are you okay, buddy?" Peater smacked Batreaux's back several times until he started breathing again.
"So anyway, here's 20 rupees," Peater handed the money to Batreaux, "yeah, Kina was in total ecstasy when I was riding her in the shed. I still got it!"
"Oh, I'm sure." Batreaux said convincingly enough.
The next day, Zelda dreamily walked through the town. She was holding a note from her lover. Her thoughts of him gave her a sensual expression.
"Zelda," Pipit called her out of her fantasies.
She turned to see him sitting on a bench. She walked over and sat next to him.
"What's up?" she asked brightly.
He grinned, "I am finally going to do it."
"Marry Reynaldo?" Zelda asked excitedly.
Pipit nodded, "I just booked the date at the Temple. All I have to do is pay the 1000 rupee fee by the end of this month."
"Wow," Zelda raised her eyebrows, "that's a lot."
"Actually, I have been saving for a while and I still have enough for that and a wedding planner."
"Yay!" Zelda clapped her hands, "weddings are so fun!"
Pipit smiled at his friend, "but don't tell anyone yet."
"Oh, that's right," Zelda covered her mouth, "how many people even know you are serious with Reynaldo?"
"You, your dad, my mom walked in on us a few times . . . some of the professors, Reynaldo's coworkers, and Peatrice."
Zelda raised her eyebrow at the last name.
"She is a fucking stalker of anyone who has a dick," Pipit said with disgust.
"Wait," said Zelda, "Link doesn't know? I thought you guys were pretty tight."
"We are" Pipit adjusted his hat, "it's just that I'm afraid he would judge me. He is like my brother, and I'm afraid to lose him."
Zelda smiled consolingly, "I think he will be happy for you."
Pipit sighed, "I hope. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even like Reynaldo."
"He'll come around. He just needs to get to know him better."
"I really hope so, Zelda."
Zelda put a hand on his shoulder and said, "a true friendship is like a diamond; it can be scratched but never broken. An untrue friendship is like glass; the smallest thing will shatter it."
Pipit reflected on her words and looked at the nearby windmill. The light breeze made the blades rotate slowly. A few birds swooped overhead, their shrill cries drowning out the dull hum of the windmill. Pipit exhaled, his eyes full of the type of apprehension people get when they first hear news of a storm coming to ruin their Saturday picnic.
"Only time will tell," he said.
As the moon rose again, Link and Mallara were eagerly beginning some much needed alone time. They sat on Mallara's bed, their lips hotly locked. Link's tunic was already on the floor and he was only wearing pants. She graced her hands over his well-toned torso, and pulled away from his mouth.
"I am so glad Pipit has to work late tonight," Mallara sighed as she gazed into Link's eyes.
The room was very still, and the sound bounced off of the walls when they kissed again. As his tongue darted between her soft lips, he pulled down her shirt and unclasped her bra. She collapsed on the bed with him on top of her. Leaving her mouth, he consumed her breasts greedily. Mallara closed her eyes and sighed in ecstasy. Her foot slid between his legs and played with the lump in his breeches. He grunted hotly and completely lost control. Link pulled down his pants and pushed up her skirt to find she wasn't wearing anything else underneath.
She bit his neck to further entice him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and took him inside of her. He sighed and kissed her before continuing the act. The bed creaked rhythmically with their breathing. Link bit down on his lip as Mallora rubbed his nipples. He entered her more deeply, and her eyes widened at the pleasant sensation. Her nails ran down his back leaving a trail of white markings on his strong back. His hips moved more rapidly until they both had their release in the now incredibly stuffy room. They stayed there still connected, completely breathless.
Mallara stroked his sweat-soaked blonde locks, "you are amazing."
He couldn't answer before there was a knock on the door.
"MOM!"
Link and Mallora jumped up in horror.
"I am not going under the bed again!" said Link as he frantically pulled up his pants.
Mallora put her shirt back on, thinking quickly. She opened her closet and threw most of the clothes in it in a pile by her bed. As Pipit banged impatiently at the door, she handed Link his discarded clothes and her bra and pushed him into the closet. She closed the doors in front of his nervous face.
"Open up, Mom!" Pipit ordered.
Mallara quickly opened a window in an attempt to air out the room and then unlocked the front door. Pipit walked in with a strained expression.
"What's the matter, dear?" she asked. "I must have fallen asleep."
Pipit stepped forward with heavy footsteps. He stared at the heap of clothes in the corner.
"You really need to do laundry. It stinks in here."
"Of course, darling," she nodded, "so what can I do for you?"
"I just needed to get something before work," Pipit walked to his desk and picked up a jar.
Mallara recognized the jar and bit down on her lip anxiously. Pipit looked inside, and his eyes widened in shock as he dumped 5 rupees from the jar and turned to his mother in rage.
The blood was rising in his face, "what did you do with my money? This was my life savings."
She shook her head in denial, "I never touch your things, Pipit."
He snapped.
"LIKE HELL!" he shouted and tossed the jar across the room.
Mallara flinched as it barely missed her and crashed against the door.
"Maybe you spent it when you were drunk?" she suggested, her legs shaking.
"I DID NOT!" Pipit kicked his desk chair, breaking it in half.
Mallara stepped backwards fearfully, "maybe I borrowed something out of there once in a while, but I promise to give it back."
"There was 5,000 rupees in there," he picked up another jar and smashed it on the floor. "FIVE THOUSAND!"
"Please calm down," she sat down and looked at him fearfully.
Pipit inhaled heavily and sat across from her, his eyes twitching.
"What did you use 5,000 rupees for?"
"Well, I really need help around the house and . . ."
"DON'T LIE TO ME!"
She glanced away guiltily.
"You didn't just blow 5,000 rupees on cleaning expenses!" He slammed his fist on the table.
"Alright," she held her hand up, "I have a lover who I help out financially."
Pipit was so shocked he couldn't speak for a moment, but his face was still red with rage.
"Who?" Pipit asked shaking with anger.
"I have a right to have a man in my life," she ignored the question. "It has been 10 years since your father passed away. I am only a human being, and I have needs."
Pipit cringed at the last three words.
"It is actually none of your business," she shrugged, "I never give you a hard time whenever I happen to walk in on you with your pants down on top of your latest girl . . . or boy."
Link gasped loudly in the closet and quickly covered his mouth with his hand.
Mallara panicked for a moment, but Pipit did not notice the sound, because he was too upset.
"That . . . is . . . different," Pipit's fists were clenched. "I don't give anyone money that doesn't belong to me. I barely have enough to get by!"
"Maybe you can ask some of your lovers for help," she said unkindly. "I know some of them make a lot of money, like what's-his-face who you lost your virginity to."
"SHUT UP!" he pushed a glass vase to the floor, smashing it into pieces. A lone rupee bounced out, unclaimed.
"You really need to learn to control your temper," she said with disapproval.
"And you really need to learn to be less naive," Pipit countered. "This man is probably using you for money."
"That is not true," she smiled. "He is quite the gentleman. He is an adventurer who goes on many missions. He needs a lot of equipment. I only help him from time-to-time. You are exaggerating. Calm down."
"Well excuse me for being upset, because you take care of your boyfriend while I have to struggle," Pipit scowled.
"Pipit," Mallara's tone softened.
"ENOUGH!" Tears were starting to form in his eyes. "I have to go to work now to support your manwhore!"
Mallara stood up angrily at the insult, "just because you are one doesn't mean that every man in this town is!"
Pipit stomped out of the house, and when Mallara was sure he was gone she let Link back out of the closet.
"Mallara," he put his hand on her shoulder, sympathetically.
She fell into his arms sobbing. He held her for a while until she fell asleep, and then he swept the glass shards from the floor.
Pipit was walking towards the school infuriated. Hot tears poured down his face. His mother had a boyfriend, and he was taking all of his hard earned money. Pipit vowed to find out who he was and get every rupee back. He would not let this ruin his wedding.
As he was passing the stairs leading up to the Goddess Temple, he heard a loud sound. He quickly followed it in case it was someone in trouble.
"Oh-" grunted a man.
"I love you! Ah-" a female voice
Pipit didn't release he was crashing someone's midnight fuck until it was too late. Zelda was riding some guy's cock on the lawn by the temple. The long grass obstructed the view of her partner. Pipit assumed it was Link. He saw plenty of Zelda. She was completely naked with only her blonde locks covering her back. Her small, pointy breasts bounced up every time she slid down the very large dick. She was so into it she didn't even see Pipit standing there. He quickly walked away, embarrassed by the tightening in his own pants.
He walked to the school gate to start his watch. He tried to get the image of Zelda's flopping breasts out of his mind. Thinking about sex just made him want to throw himself at Reynaldo, and he usually camped out on one of the smaller islands so he could be one of the first in the sky in the morning. Pipit looked up at the stars and imagined what it would be like to be able to lay down next to Reynaldo right now. Just thinking about being wrapped in his strong, warm arms made him feel weak in the knees and quite excited.
"Well . . . well," Karane's voice shattered Pipit's daydream.
"You should be inside the school right now," Pipit said, disapprovingly.
"You should be inside ME right now," she said.
Karane was strolling towards him in her nightgown- an extremely see-through nightgown. The sheer fabric was very short and left nothing left to the imagination. Pipit took one look at the X-rated outfit and turned away.
"It's not very attractive when women try too hard," Pipit said, fixing his gaze on the moon.
"But I would say it worked," she prodded the bulge in his pants.
He flinched away from the unwanted touch, "that was definitely nothing to do with you."
"Yeah right," she attempted to push him against the gate.
He moved past her, "I am on duty now. Go to bed."
"What is wrong with you?" she demanded.
"Nothing," he said and stepped forward to begin his rounds.
Not giving up, she bent over in his path and spread the petals of her flower with her hands, "just fuck me."
"Have you lost your mind?" he asked, incredulously. "There is a time and place for certain things, and it's not here, not now, and certainly now with you!"
"How dare you ignore me!" her eyes flashed.
She squeezed his dick, and he lifted his hand to slap her, but then thought better of it.
"What's going on down there?" Professor Horwell looked down from the roof, "do we have to sing the inappropriate touching song?"
"Not you again," said Karane, exasperated.
"Go inside, Karane," Pipit ordered.
She accepted defeat. Before turning to renter the school she glared at him with eyes full of poison.
"You will be sorry for this, Pipit!"
Near dawn, Pipit wearily entered the school. He went to Link's room and knocked on the door.
"He's probably still with Zelda," he said to himself.
Pipit opened the unlocked door and entered the empty bedroom. He sat down at Link's desk and took out a piece of paper and a pen. He rubbed his weary eyes and wrote:
Dear Batreaux,
I changed my mind. I will take the job. Men or women. I will do ANYTHING as long as I make 1,000 rupees by the end of this month. I want to start immediately. I will stop by Wednesday afternoon.
Sincerely,
Pipit
Author's Note:
Well, things are starting to get interesting. It's been a while since I've updated. I will try to upload chapter 3 when I have a chance. Thanks for reading!