FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The land of Hyrule has always been full of its secrets. Hundreds upon thousands of battlefields painted the landscape, its history within the mountains and buried between the years of nature overwriting it. Many have died. Many have lived. And even more have come into existence in a land that would constantly taste the beauty of peace in between eons of war, famine, and pestilence. Fortunately for its citizens, the current age was one of prosperity with very few despots or villains to worry about. Farmers were able to grow their crops while only worrying about the couple of creatures slinking around and causing their usual mischief. Children were able to play outside the boundaries of their towns and not have to worry about a fight breaking out. And above all else, all the people were able to go about their business and feel as if the world was normal for what they hoped would be a number of years.

Ryan was one such person, a casual explorer without too much about him standing out. He wasn't remarkable in any sense of the term - often wearing fairly plain clothes with brown knit pants that had a pattern along the legs. His shirt was a simple jacket that kept him warm in the evenings, a strap along the edge of it with a small red neckerchief hanging down from his waist. It was a beautiful day in the ruins outside of Kakariko Village, and Ryan was greatly looking forward to spending it all outside. Staying cooped up indoors on his days off was always rough...and he found that a lot of the other villagers didn't exactly get his sense of humor. And...couldn't keep up with him in the hobbies he had. That wasn't an insult toward them, not at all! Ryan was just always a bit of a stranger one to everyone, being more on the nerdy side of things and not liking to partake in the typical town activities. Like hunting. And commenting on the weather. And talking about which women the men would like to fuck. It...didn't sound enjoyable to him.

That's why he often found himself leaving town to try and go exploring in the nearby ruins. There were literal thousands of years of artifacts sometimes not even buried just waiting to be unearthed! It was like his own personal adventure, climbing up onto a toppled stone tower and walking along the broken-down rocks. Not only was it great wandering around nature, it was fun climbing all over the broken ruins! Generally he was very careful in these Hylian ruins, especially judging from all the old weapons strewn about randomly. As his blue eyes scanned the area, he realized this wasn't just a battlefield...but what looked like some sort of last stand. There were plenty of those old machines dotting the grounds with moss and vines growing all over them, some remnants of skeletons not too far away. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing that looked particularly interesting. Not that he was really digging deep into the ruins, but every so often something would stand out above everything else.

Almost as if on cue, Ryan noticed something not too far away on the horizon that was glinting in the sunlight. He strained his eyes to get a closer look, the glint flashing a few more times. That wasn't the glint of rusted metal that had been exposed to the elements, no. He had a feeling it was something a bit more interesting...possibly something valuable! Ever the treasure hunter, Ryan jumped off the stone structure he was on and took off toward the spot. It was a bit farther away than he intended and would likely take a bit of time to get there, but hey - it was worth it! He kept up a light jog while trying to keep track of where it was, thinking it was over by a couple of dilapidated houses with charred marks still clear on them. He tried not to think about how terrible the battle was...he had to separate himself from the pain and destruction of war as much as he could in these times of peace. It was...too sad otherwise. Besides, he wasn't a fighter. He was never a warrior and never planned to be one.

Though the more he thought about it, warrior training would probably help him in dodging around these ruins and balancing on all the loose stones. It was very difficult to keep his footing as he jumped from stone to stone, occasionally stumbling or getting his foot caught in a crag or two. After a couple of minutes of traversing the somewhat large battlefield with all sorts of broken-down houses, he could see the pile of rubble he spotted from a ways away. His breath was getting heavy from the physical exertion he wasn't expecting to put forward, but the day was at least cooler meaning he wasn't sweating too hard. Ryan was seriously hoping this treasure would be worth it, taking a quick minute to put his hands on his knees as he stood in front of what seemed to be the remnants of an elevated platform of some sort. It was...a strange structure and seemed somewhat ill-fitting for the town, but maybe it served some sort of purpose previously.

The glowing was coming from the top of the pile of rubble, and Ryan could see it a bit better now. There was what seemed to be a...curved stick? Highly decorated and carved in some manner. It was clearly a weapon of some sort, and as Ryan started to climb atop the rubble, he could see there was something else attached to it. A string of some sorts? When the pieces started coming together in his head, it was suddenly apparent that the object was a bow. And what a bow at that! It was hard to make out what the material was, but he could see some gilded decorations on top that were jutting out of the rubble. Approaching it a bit closer, the details became only more impressive. The bowstring was both very fine and very sturdy. The carvings along the angles were impressive, clearly all done meticulously in such an even manner. Even the blue cloth hanging from the end looked like a very fine silk that in and of itself was amazing. He thought it might be a Great Eagle Bow, which was a rare find! Even if it was a knockoff, he wasn't going to pass this opportunity up! As he crested the top of the pile of rubble, Ryan reached out to grab the bow, pulled it up out of the wreckage, and-

His entire world turned upside down. Almost literally.

The sun from the beautiful day vanished in an instant as a geyser of green light shot up from the hole in which the bow was sitting, Ryan's eyes going wide as he fell backward and slid down the small hill of debris. In what seemed like a demonic manner, the light shot into the air before arcing wide and shooting back toward the ground. Ryan hardly had the time to track it, the ghostly light streaking in a bright loop before shooting directly toward him. He struggled to get to his feet, limbs scrambling while still holding onto the bow before the light hit him directly in the chest and knocked the air out of him. His eyes went wide as he was pushed the rest of the way down the pile of debris, dirt and stone streaking along the back of his jacket as his back touched the ground once more. There wasn't even time to react as his entire body glowed with that spectral light, an eerie ghastly shine outlining his form before he felt his back arch into the air. The heat followed quickly after...followed by the cramps.

Followed by something...else.

As he felt his body burning from the light surrounding him, there was something strange racing through his mind that he couldn't quite comprehend at first. Something like a voice...or worse, like a presence. It was idle at first, nagging in the back of his mind before it became overwhelming like a presence, digging into his thoughts as the heat flashed behind his eyes. Suddenly a headache hit hard and fast, Ryan crying out as he pressed his hands to his temples and curled up on the ground at the base of the rubble pile. The sky around him was still dark, the light no longer bursting from the ground but rather surrounding him and giving his body a strange green tint as the heat was building higher and higher by the second. He opened his mouth to cry out in pain, but nothing came out aside from a gargled groan followed by a gasp. His eyes looked off into the distance, unfocusing as his gaze looked faraway and vacant. Within his mind's eye, however...something strange was happening.

Images were flashing through his mind. Images of things he'd never seen, places he'd never visited. People he never knew...and experiences that weren't his. The images were flashing in brief glimpses, unable to really see what it was he was looking at initially...before they started to slow down and clear up in his head. He looked around the area, noticing the sky seemed to stretch on forever. As his head tilted downward, he saw the ground...miles and miles below him. He was soaring high through the air, arms outstretched with what felt like a wide smirk plastered along his face. The sensation of flying seemed so strange...but not only that - it felt like he wasn't even in his own body. The shapes of his limbs felt off...inhuman almost as the image disappeared and another came into his mind's eye.

Next he was standing among other warriors, much taller than what he felt was normal. He looked around and felt the heat building up in his body hotter than before, accompanied by a smug feeling of superiority. He was the best in the room and he knew it. None of the other warriors from the humans to the Gorons to the Zoras could hope to compete with him. He didn't know why he knew that, but he was just so sure of himself. That grin he felt while he was seeing the image of himself flying got bigger by the second as the green tint seemed to flare once again in the vision. Not only that, but he could hear muffled voices of people talking as if going over some sort of plan. He couldn't understand the words, but he knew what they were saying. He understood it because he was there. And yet...this wasn't his memory. It wasn't something he'd ever experienced.

Just as soon as he was feeling more comfortable with the memory, there was another one flashing through his mind. This memory was more...intimate. He was panting heavily as he was lying on top of someone, moaning and letting out strange noises he didn't recognize that almost sounded like something a bird would make. But he could feel it so clearly...looking down at the creature below him as he saw a white Rito brushing his wings along Ryan's chest. He could feel the warmth of those feather along his body, his hips thrusting in hard with the pressure and arousal of fucking the beaked man beneath him. Ryan had never seen this Rito in his life, and yet he knew this wasn't the only time they'd had sex. And it felt so good. So very good. Remembering how the two of them fucked hard and long and cried out each other's names with each and every climax. The pleasure was unbearable, looking down at himself and seeing something that didn't look right, but also felt normal.

With a gasp, Ryan felt the visions suddenly disappear as one of his own memories flashed back in his mind's eye. It was of him and his friend going out and exploring a ruin together for the first time...but the image of his friend was fading. Almost like the memory was slipping from his mind, slowly getting lost and being replaced by something else. Ryan did everything he could to fight against it, grasping at his head with a cry of pain as the vision was wavering behind his eyes. He could see his friend's smile one second, the rest of his head disappearing the next. The memory of him having sex with that white Rito was slowly slinking back in, the ruins he'd explored with his friend vanishing as he cried out once again. The two images were overlapping each other as he gritted his teeth and did everything within his power to keep it there. But as he fought it...he could feel that heat coming back with the familiar twitching of his shaft between his legs.

His dreamself looked down at his body and saw his pants fading away...a tapered Rito's shaft twitching at full length and dripping arousal onto the ground as he looked back up again and saw his partner between his legs. The two images were fighting constantly...his memory and this strange new memory battling back and forth for control before Ryan felt his eyes open wide and tear him from that dream world he was lost in. The last place he remembered being was in those ruins curled up with that bow in his hands...but now? He was standing up and almost stumbling away from the ruins in a strange sort of lumbering gait. He could feel that same heat building up in his body as he gripped that Great Eagle Bow hard in his hands. His head was tilted to the side, looking straight ahead of him as if with a purpose. He was walking...but it didn't feel like it was 'him' moving his body. Instead, he felt like a passenger in his own vessel, his legs stumbling forward as he repeatedly almost tripped over himself. Ryan did what he could to stop himself...but it was like his body wasn't responding. Not only that, but he still felt that unbearable heat...the heavy arousal...the strange sense of being a stranger in his own body.

The heat suddenly felt unbearable as Ryan's head tilted down to look at his body. He could see the twitching under his pants from his arousal, his free hand lifting in the air before turning it around in front of him like he'd never seen it before. His mouth opened up to say something, but the only thing that came out was a strange choked sort of gasp. He coughed, sweat beading along his brow as his voice came out in some haggard, ragged noises. He tried to say something. Anything. But no words would escape from his mouth. He couldn't will them forward any further than the back of his throat. But as he saw a large lake sitting not too far away from him, Ryan's body shambled over toward it with a bit of haste as his eyes started to glow that same light green astral color. His normally blue gaze looked wild as if there was another being steering him, taking Ryan's body to the edge of that lake before he looked down at the ground beneath him.

"Hrrrrfffg...s-stupid...huh-human fooooh..." His voice came out in a raspy snarl, sounding unnatural as his body shifted and moved lower toward the ground. His legs were trying to bend toward the side almost, lifting one before he tilted his head and looked at his knees. They flexed experimentally, suddenly bending hard as his body rushed toward the earth and he fell onto his rear with a dull thud against the gravel. A small cloud of dust burst from the ground beneath him as he examined his body, head tilting and shifting as he almost seemed to never have seen himself before. "Cold...sp-spindly thing." He grumbled, Ryan's thoughts not matching what he was saying. Was that...really him? Similar to when the visions were racing through his mind, this didn't feel right. Normal. Natural, even. It was like something was making him speak, his arms twitching as Ryan fought against this strange new force to try and take control over his body once more. It was like he was trapped within some sort of nightmare where he could only sit there and watch in horror as he walked directly toward the danger.

Without any warning, his back arched as his body dragged itself toward the surface of the water. Ryan did everything he could to stop himself, fearing what was happening as he was just barely able to clench his fingers around the rocks and gravel beneath him. But even if he grasped at the ground, it did absolutely nothing as his body was dragged over toward the surface of the water. He could feel the midday sun beating down heavily on his back, sweat dripping off of his forehead and disturbing the still lake beneath him. His body pulled itself forward a bit further, looking down at his reflection as he could still see that ghastly green light surrounding him. Slowly, his head tilted and shifted as it would've looked as if he was examining himself...but why? What reason was there to look at his reflection? His body shivered as his mouth opened in a grunting rumble of frustration as words seemed to clumsily escape from his mouth.

"Ugly...human form. Skin and...awkward head. Grrrrrrf...even being horny feels...grawwh..." The words sounded foreign as he spoke them, not even feeling as if he was the one who said them. But they came from his mouth...so how...? His arm twitched as it pulled itself in front of his face, fingers twitching awkwardly as the hand turned around in front of his eyes. "Tch...looks so...primitive. Should at least...serve its purpose." His voice grumbled in a tone that sounded a bit lower and smoother than he was used to, almost like it belonged to someone else. Ryan kept trying to move his arms, but they wouldn't respond to him. Even as his hand shifted down toward his body and awkwardly stroked down toward the waist of his pants, he felt a loud grumble emanating from deep within his throat.

"Hrg...this will do." There wasn't enough time for him to realize what was coming as his hand slid past the brim of his pants and snaked inside his underwear. He could still feel the heat building up heavily in his body, but his arousal was getting stronger with every passing second. As his hand reached further and wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and his sac, Ryan's back arched as his body tensed suddenly. A ripple of raw pleasure coursed through every nerve, the sensations feeling like someone else was gripping his length. Even if it was his hand...even if it was his body...something deep within Ryan's mind was telling him this was something different. His grip pulsed as he tightened his fingers around his shaft, his mouth opening in a sudden gasp of pain and surprise before he awkwardly shifted back into a seated position. "Y-yeeeees...this will do qu-quite nicely."

The voice was stabilizing as the image of Ryan fucking that Rito flashed in his mind again, his hand moving as he pulled up along the length of his shaft and brushed his fingers along the glans. Shivers raced up his spine with his eyes rolling up into his head, the pleasure overwhelming him with that simple, idle touch. The moans he let out sounded like it was a combination of his voice and another's, Ryan's head throbbing as he was struggling to keep his thoughts straight. There was something about the way he was stroking himself off without intending to...the idle light flashing around his body...the lack of control he had over his limbs. Every single bit of it was wrong and impossible for him to put into words. And yet when it was combined with the pleasure of his hand being made to stroke himself off in slow, long strokes...

...he could hardly think of anything but that raw pleasure.

With every firm stroke along his shaft, Ryan's mouth hung open in hungry, lust-fueled pants. The heat in his body felt unbearable, arousal pulsing with every throb of his length against his palm. He could hardly contain the feelings, his thoughts turning to mush as he could think of only how good it felt to let go. To give into those sensations. To let his hand flow up from the base of his shaft to his leaking tip, eliciting more twitches and aches with every passing second. Long moaning breaths escaped from his throat as he tilted his head to the sky and leaned back. His free hand fumbled around with his pants, untying the fly as he pulled it open and tugged his underwear down, freeing his aching shaft to the cool midday air without a single mote of shame. There was no room in his head to feel any bit of shyness or embarrassment...too focused on the pleasure and the shivering wonder of every thrust. His heart was beating faster every time his hand slid along the surface of his length, thoughts turning to static as even that foreign voice was reduced to nothing but moans and grunts.

The minutes seemed to pass by in slow motion as Ryan sat back on the shore of that lake in the middle of the afternoon, unabashedly masturbating as he was hardly in control of his body. He felt like a bystander, watching as his body reacted to its basest needs and instincts with no regard to who might be nearby. The pre-cum flowed eagerly down his shaft and along his hand as that strange voice continued to overwhelm his own. The reflections of that memory...the way he was grunting...the numbness he felt in his arm as he moved his hand in a quick stroking motion along his shaft...all of it was outside of his comprehension as he couldn't even form the simplest of thoughts. That light continued to pulse around him, Ryan swearing for a second he saw what looked like a sort of arm surrounding his own and moving his hand faster and harder in his pleasure. He could feel his breath picking up, feel that pressure building as the seconds past and he let out more and more moans of sheer, raw delight.

Suddenly, he could feel that plateau approaching quickly as he bit down on his lip, the voice sounding desperate as it was begging for that release. "C-cahhhhh...c-come on y-you worthless vessel...suh...so close to...mmmmff, perfection!!" Ryan's lips were moving but it wasn't of his own accord, that ghastly green aura flaring up wildly as he felt a pressure unlike any he'd ever felt before. The arousal was at an absolute peak, his mouth opened in a wide and greedy pant as his legs shifted around on the gravel beneath him. He could hardly stand it as his hand was a blur, the only noises on the warm afternoon air the sounds of his gasping moans and the slick noise of his hand stroking himself faster and harder. He shivered every time it rushed past his glans, sliding back down to the base as his whole body was shifting and writhing. He could hardly stand the feelings building up in him, conflicted as the pleasure needed to be released but he wasn't the one in control. His hand continued to move, faster and harder and heavier as he could feel it building up. He gritted his teeth heavily, his voice combining with the other as he threw his head back with his eyes opened wide as he hit that heavy peak.

His hips thrust up into the air as his body felt weak, a jet of his seed shooting in a wide arc as it landed on the ground past his head. His shaft was throbbing and aching, his whole body twitching and writhing around on the ground as it overwhelmed him suddenly. His breath caught in the back of his throat, unable to draw in air for a moment as he thrust back up into his hand and felt a complete and total quiet wash over his mind with the unbelievable pleasure. His entire body was wracked by the sensations, hand gripping along the base of his length like a vice as he milked every bit of his climax out of him. It brought a still to his mind, a racing beat to his heart as it pounded heavily and loudly in his chest. He couldn't move outside of thrusting his hips into his hand, rolling his head back and forth, shifting around helplessly on the shore. And yet...he didn't want to move. He didn't want anything aside from to dive head first into that pleasure, letting it consume his body and mind.

It was more than Ryan could possibly bear, his breaths coming in ragged huffs as he rode out that climax. Though still feeling like a stranger in his own body, he could feel every ounce of that pleasure like it was all his own. More of his seed shot out of his shaft, landing on his jacket and arm while the minutes started to pass. His thoughts didn't return, and even that second voice was silenced for a moment as his moans mixed with those of the other's. He felt the world fading around him as everything became those amazing feelings, the unbelievable sensations becoming everything in his comprehension. He felt light-headed, moreso than he did before as he looked around and saw a reflection in the lake before him. That familiar green light flaring heavily, shining brightly as he saw something floating above him in the reflection of the water. He tried to blink the weariness out of his eyes to make the image clearer, thinking he saw some sort of creature around him. But even as he tried to get a clearer view, his consciousness was fading faster and faster as the pleasure overtook him in his climax. His orgasm was too much...the arousal too high. With a soft shudder and a flash of that green light in his eyes, he fell backwards on the gravelly shore and passed out.

~

Hours passed. The day had gone by as Ryan laid on the edge of the lake, not having moved an inch. The sun was starting to set on the horizon, beautiful amber rays reflecting off of the still surface of the lake as Ryan's breath slowly started to pick up. A few nearby birds tilted their attention to him, their heads shifting curiously as his body shifted in the first signs of waking. He grunted and rolled a bit on his back, the birds all taking flight and fleeing as he woke up with his eyes fluttering idly and looking up at the world once more. Letting out a soft huff of a breath, Ryan moved a hand to press his forehead as it felt like his brain was pounding inside of his skull. Slowly...ever so slowly, he pushed himself up into a sitting position with an aching grunt, feeling as if he just ran for multiple miles without stopping. With his hand still rubbing the back of his head, he grunted and let out a soft yawn. "Must've fallen asleep...man, what happened earlier today?" He rumbled, rubbing a hand across his face as he realized his memories were fuzzy. There was an image of a familiar looking white Rito...but that was it. And as he stretched and patted the dust off of himself, his eyes shot wide open with a start as he realized something terrible.

He'd fallen asleep with his penis out in the open air.

Staring down at himself with a shaft that looked to be covered in dried cum, Ryan was paralyzed in shock before his head whipped back and forth in concern and red hot embarrassment. Did he...out in the open, in the middle of the afternoon?? He wouldn't...he would never do such a thing so openly!! But as he was looking at the cum on his shirt and along his shaft, there was no doubt about it. At the very least, he felt like his mind was well rested and fully clear from...the strange dream he had. But what was it about? Frankly, he just couldn't remember and it was a very strange feeling. But ultimately, there were more important things he had to worry about. Moving quickly, Ryan shifted his body to dip his hand in the water and quickly clean his shaft of the dried cum all along it. He then took off his shirt and made short work of washing it, trying to get all the stains off as quickly as he possibly could before putting it back on once more.

That should've handled all the concerns he had...though the lost memories of his day were still a mystery. Regardless, he was content with having his penis tucked away and cleaning off all the cum. With everything attended to, he brushed some of the water out of his shirt before looking around the area. "It's getting late...should probably get back home before it gets dark out." He said to no one in particular, turning around to return to Kakariko before something glowing and green caught his eye near the water. His head turned toward it, seeing that Great Eagle Bow idly glowing with a dull green shine coming off the limbs in thick wisps. Ryan stared at it for a brief moment, wanting to turn away from it but suddenly feeling a nagging in the back of his mind. He spent so much time and energy trying to find that bow. Could he really just leave it there? -No- said the voice in his mind, sounding...dissimilar to his own. But that's ridiculous, what other voice would it be? He hesitated for a moment...staring at the bow and biting his lip as he paused...thought...considered...worried...

...and finally...

...picked it up and strapped it to his back.

He didn't know why he felt the need to pick it up. He didn't know what it was about the bow that was compelling him to grab it, or why it felt so important...but he couldn't bring himself to leave it on the ground. There was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him it was a bad idea especially given the strangely translucent light still coming off of the bow. But as he made his way back to the village and pulled it off of his back, the light seemed to dissipate. The bow felt warm in his hands...but for some reason, it didn't have the same luster as before. Part of it just felt like a regular bow...and with the idle aching in his head, he was wondering exactly why he was so worried about a treasure he was going to sell soon anyway. Clearly he'd had a long and confusing day...and it was time for him to make his way back home and get to bed. His legs were cramping. His body was exhausted. His mind felt a bit spent from focusing on...something he couldn't even remember. It was time to be done with the day.

The trek back to Kakariko Village took longer than he was hoping. It was like a hike along a very rocky path the entire time, but he made it to the village just as night started to fall. Though his thoughts were clearer as time went on, he could still feel that headache idly pounding in the back of his mind. Not only that...but there were a few strange thoughts that didn't feel like his. With every person he passed, he would think about how they were doing something wrong...how Ryan could do so much better than they were. How he was stronger. How he was smarter. How he was more qualified. It was very odd considering how kind and caring Ryan usually was...and with how he would generally mind his own business. But stranger yet was how the villagers would whisper and comment behind his back on how tired and strange he looked. He could hear all of their comments...talking about how he looked exhausted. Looked unwell. Looked unlike himself. He grunted and muttered insults at each of them every time another spoke about him. It was beyond frustrating. How dare they make such comments about him? Didn't they know how amazingly he felt?

Though...now that he thought about it, Ryan was having a tough time keeping his eyes open. He was struggling to keep himself standing as he staggered through the village toward his house. He put a hand against the door, shifting it open as he could feel his legs wobbling beneath him. It didn't take him long to remove the bow from his back and lumber over to a table, carefully placing it down as if it was a fragile artifact. One last look at the bow with his haggard eyes and he suddenly fell onto the edge of the table. His hands shook as he supported his body and felt his energy completely leave him. There was nothing left in his tank. After an exhausting day that he couldn't remember, he was struggling to keep his eyes open and even hold himself up. His fingers were weakening their grip on the table as he suddenly stumbled to the side, just barely managing to catch himself as he stood in an awkward stance with still shaking legs.

His head turned with a low grumble toward his bed against the wall, shoulders slumped as he took a heavy step toward it. He muttered something to himself that he couldn't even understand, and he also couldn't hear the words. They were just muffled white noise with the throbbing of his head and the strange thoughts and words floating around in his mind. He needed to get to bed. He needed some sleep to reset his mind. He needed some rest to just...allow his body some time to breathe. His headache, the exhaustion, the confusion, the random masturbation while completely exposed...it was all too much for him to handle right now. With the last bit of strength he had, his body fell down onto the bed with his legs barely kicking up over the sides before he felt his eyes close tight. It didn't take him long at all to drift into the realm of dreams, but his sleep was anything but restful. Even in those initial stages where his body was starting its cycles of sleep, his limbs were thrashing about as his body writhed and twitched as if in pain.

And within his mind, things weren't faring much better.

Within the landscape of his dreams, Ryan was in a tempestuous storm of confusion. He was running through the fields of Hyrule, unable to get away from...something. But at the same time, he wasn't afraid. Fear didn't fill his heart. Instead, it was almost like he was...panting? Smiling wasn't the word, but Ryan seemed to have a different emotion that was filling every ounce of his being. Something about it felt more feral, more instinctual than normal. Even if he was running away, his body wasn't moving anywhere near as fast as he knew it could. Almost like he was running through water...being pulled back by an unknown force that was making him hesitate...making him confused. And if he tried to think about what was chasing him, the familiar static filled his head and made all other words slip away like a river flowing from him. He'd never experienced something so strange in his life...he felt as if the fear should be striking within his heart, and yet? Nothing. Not a single emotion other than a strange and internal call...an urging, almost.

Just as he felt he'd gone far enough to escape whatever was chasing him, there was a heavy breeze that pressed hard against his back, almost pushing him forward and making him lose his balance. It didn't take much to recover, but the second Ryan turned his head around to look at what was going on, there was a heavy weight that slammed against his back and knocked him onto the ground. He turned over in midair, looking up at what knocked him down before his back thumped against the soft grass. Staring back at him was a familiar set of eyes he'd seen multiple times before, a sharp emerald green boring down into him with a wide smirk upon a golden beak. A heavy wing of a deep and royal blue pressed down against Ryan's chest, holding him down against the welcoming earth before it slowly slid toward his waist. All of this was so strange and confusing...but Ryan didn't mind it in the slightest. Instead, he was panting as he felt that wing petting down along his body, the Rito leaning over him and speaking in a smooth baritone.

"Did you think you could outrun me, you lowly human?" He chuckled softly, that wing meeting his other as the feathers started undoing the strings of his pants. They quickly opened his fly, pulling the waistband down and peeling the underwear off of Ryan's twitching shaft before those soft feathers wrapped around it entirely. "You know no one in the air or on the ground is a match for me, the great Revali! Though with someone as bold as yourself, perhaps you do deserve a reward." He cooed softly, one of those wings reaching further in his pants to cup his sac and give it a few gentle strokes. The sensation was unlike anything he ever felt, Ryan spreading his legs underneath Revali and gripping the grass beneath him. His eyes shut as he arched his back, the wing brushing along the entirety of his shaft and teasing the head gently. Pre-cum was already dripping generously down his shaft and onto those feathers, Revali smirking as he leaned in closer to Ryan's head.

"Such a perfect vessel for me, aren't you? A slave to your own desires...hardly able to resist giving in to how amazing it feels when I'm jacking you off." A single huffing laugh escaped from his beak, Ryan feeling something dripping against his leg as he could only assume Revali was equally as aroused. He stared up at the Rito on top of him and couldn't find any words to respond, his mind filled with a distracting static as those wings continued to work him over as they pulled his pants further down toward his ankles. "You can hardly control yourself, can you? Heh...someone with such a weak mental acuity should feel honored that you found my bow. You should be thanking me if anything for improving your life by giving you something to aim for. Your mind seemed so...dull. I don't know how you humans manage it, but my presence will be a blessing to your poor, wretched life."

The words continued to speak down to Ryan as if he was nothing more than a servant of Revali, Ryan trying to respond but finding only muffled grunts and moans escaping him. The sight just made Revali grin wider, suddenly gripping the base of his shaft tight as the pleasure continued to build up heavier and harder. Ryan's breaths were coming out in ragged pants, his lungs heaving inside of him as he felt a warmth unlike anything else he'd felt to that point. "There's my good little vessel. Just give into the thoughts and the heat, and soon you won't have to worry about anything else ever again. Just let the stronger minds take care of everything like a good little pet." The words continued to talk down to him, Ryan unable to resist as the pleasure and sensations built up higher and heavier. Revali's wings pushed his legs aside before they started stroking him off faster and faster, his head hovering just above Ryan's as those sharp green eyes were all Ryan could see.

"Give in, Ryan. You know it's not worth fighting. You know I always win and will have you as mine." His beak was pressing against Ryan's nose, the heat building up more as the pleasure was unbearable. All Ryan could do was open his mouth in a whimpering moan as the pressure and heat built up to a fevered pitch with his body shaking from the arousal. The feathers continued to tease and tickle along his shaft and sac, eliciting more moans and whimpers from Ryan as the seconds passed by. Time seemed to stand still for him, Revali continuing to speak down to him as the Rito's body started to glow a familiar unearthly green, flaring and flashing heavily in the air as it was all Ryan could see. Thinking wasn't an option, only focused on those jaded eyes glaring deeply into his very soul. He felt trapped. He felt lost. But most importantly, he felt that pleasure building higher and higher and higher as that wing continued to stroke him using his pre-cum as a wonderfully slick lubricant. He was hardly able to catch his breath, just feeling the pleasure consuming him completely as his body started to shake.

"Good boy. Good vessel. Next time I see you in your world and you cum like this? There will be no more Ryan. There will only be-" But he didn't get a chance to hear the rest of the words as Ryan's eyes suddenly shot open, seeing the last bits of that green light surrounding him as he cried out in his orgasm. His shaft shot his climax high up into the air, seed arching high above him and splattering along the floor as he moaned and cried out in his home. His hips bucked heavily as he pounded a fist against the wooden floor beneath him, tangled up in his own sheets as he couldn't think straight for a moment. It was like his thoughts and body were being commanded by something other than his own consciousness, hand grasping against his shaft like a vice milking out every inch of his climax he could get. His mouth hung open in a lewd pant, aching moans of sheer, raw pleasure filling his home as he let his climax wash over him like a wave of pure ecstasy.

The minutes passed by before Ryan was able to come to his senses, feeling as if it wasn't just him grasping his shaft but another idly moving his hand to tease at his spent length. The words in his mind were struggling to form coherent thoughts, looking around himself as he realized he was awake and in his house, but...somehow different. His bed shifted away from the wall with all the sheets and pillows torn off. A few of the chairs that usually sat quietly at his table were knocked around, and there was even a number of his clothes pulled from his drawers and thrown haphazardly around the home. He pushed himself weakly into a sitting position and tried to comprehend what was going on. It almost looked as if someone ran amok in his home and wreaked havoc...and yet when he looked at the front door, the lock was still latched tightly. With his pants down around his waist and his shaft twitching weakly against his leg, he moved a hand to the side of his head and could hear a muffled laugh deep within the recesses of his thoughts.

He...needed to clear his head.

As he cleaned himself off and changed into different and cleaner clothes, Ryan looked to the table on his way out as he saw that bow gleaming in the sunlight from the window. Something about the way it was sitting there called to him...urged him to pick it up and take it. There were even soft whispers in his head urging him to go and pick it up once more, to hold it in his hands again. Unlike the previous day, Ryan hardly felt like he could resist it. Before he could even think twice about it, his hand wrapped around the grip of the bow and slung it on his back for the new day. He had some more treasure hunting ahead of him...but it was so hard to focus. So hard to think of anything aside from all the villagers staring at him and muttering louder than the day before. Some of them were smiling and asking him questions about the bow on his back, but Ryan just shrugged them off with a frustrated grunt. How dare they talk to him! He was busy and well above any of these petty townsfolk, all talking about how he looked so tired and looked unwell and should go see someone to get checked out. It was even more frustrating hearing them comment on the strange bow on his back. Who were they to question anything he had or anything he was doing?? His face was stuck in a constant snarl, pushing and shoving past people who tried to stop him as he rushed out of town and into the neighboring woods.

When Ryan was finally away from all the prying eyes and annoying questions, he was able to take a deep breath and relax. Normally he wasn't so annoyed by his neighbors...but he was finding his fuse was surprisingly short. It was almost like there was another presence urging him into the frustration. Reminding him he had a greater purpose to achieve. But that was ridiculous! And...as he walked through the deserted forest, he kept having twinges of thoughts echoing in the back of his head. -farther- -turn here- -not that path- -so horny- Intrusive thoughts guiding him down some invisible path that he couldn't see. Even when Ryan thought it was strange that this mysterious subconscious voice was guiding him, it was almost as if he couldn't stop himself from resisting. And with the heavy masturbation he'd done in the past few days...he still felt his shaft twitching heavily underneath his pants and pushing him further to his own arousal. He bit down on his lip, trying to ignore it for the time being and failing miserably as a noticeable tent was pitched at the front of his pants.

-Left. Now.-

Obeying the voice in his head, Ryan took a sharp left turn and started walking deeper into the forest before finding a strangely familiar abandoned campsite. The undergrowth had completely taken it over, but he could still see the remnants of a campfire underneath some worn plants. None of that mattered, though. What mattered was how incredibly warm he felt with the heat of the sun bearing down upon him. His forehead was beaded with sweat, wiping across it and realizing his shirt was also soaked from how overheated he was feeling before sitting down on an overturned stump. It wasn't even a hot summer day...but he was panting and sweating as if the temperature had gotten out of control. But...why? How was this all happening? Why did he have no control over his body? All of his thoughts turned back to that bow, pausing for a moment as he looked down at his hands in his lap. The outline of his erect shaft throbbed in between them as he looked at both of his palms turned up to the sky. It all started when he grabbed that bow. But...how was that possible?

-Examine it.-

That was the only solution. If it started from the bow, then he clearly had to see what was going on with it. Reaching behind him as he was panting from the sweating and arousal, the Great Eagle Bow rotated in his palms a few times as he looked at it. Why did it feel so familiar...what was it about this bow that was calling out to him? Nothing made sense anymore until he saw what looked like a strangely shaped stone buried underneath some leaves next to him. Without a second thought, Ryan reached down and picked it up to find it was a very old arrow, left there and still somewhat intact despite being ravaged by the tests of time.

-Give in.-

What? Give in...as he held the arrow in one hand and the bow in the other, Ryan pushed up to shaky feet and held the bow tightly in his left hand. He gripped it hard, eyes wide as he could hardly think with the arousal coursing through his veins.

-Notch.-

His arm was moving before he could even think. The arrow whipped through the air as he pushed the end of it against the string of the bow, locking it into place and lining it up with his other hand. His eyes were wide, feeling the heat and arousal rippling through his body as the energy was building up in the bow. He saw that familiar green light start to shine along the weapon before rushing up his arms, along his shoulders, and all over his body.

-Pull.-

He obeyed immediately. His arm tugged back on the bowstring, form perfect as he held that pose. His mouth opened in a soft gasp, confused at what was happening as he tried to speak in confusion. "Wh-what's going-" He managed to get out before the voice suddenly commanded every ounce of his thoughts. It was overwhelmingly loud, commanding him heavier than it had before as his eyes widened more and his pupils dilated.

-Release.-

His hand let go of the arrow as it shot through the forest...and something changed. The bow erupted in a burst of ghastly green light, heat racing through his body as his pleasure spiked and his body was consumed by that glow. Every inch of his body was tingling with a strange sensation, feeling as if something was entering his very soul as he just barely managed to look down at his hands holding the bow. Something was...changing. Different. Off. He could feel a strange twitching along his fingers as something starting to grow along his hand. He couldn't move, only watching as a strangely dark growth started to dot along the back of his palms. And his wrist. And his arm. A gasp was all he could manage as he looked all around his body with his shirt soaked with sweat, loosely hanging on his shoulders with patches of skin showing everywhere. He saw the growths showing up along different parts of his body and felt the confusion building up more and more. The voice in his head wasn't speaking, but rather was cackling in a low, almost sinister tone as Ryan felt control of his body come back. His hands opened suddenly and dropped the bow to the ground...but the glowing was flaring up along his body.

He gasped before crying out loudly, falling to his knees as his body started to shiver from a strange sensation running through it. Cramps wracked his body, joints tensing and aching as he shifted onto his side and curled up into a fetal position. The pain was getting unbearable, but the heat was mounting with it. His head felt like it was on fire with his shaft twitching hard in his pants, confused by what was happening as those dark growths continued to dot along his arms. When Ryan finally got a second between the spurts of pain, he moved a shaking hand to his arm and felt along those strange growths gaining ground along his skin. He was shocked to see they were soft...warm...even pliable. They seemed so familiar, and the pattern in which they were individually dotting along his arm confused him before the laughter in his head subsided and spoke commandingly down at him.

-They're your new feathers. MY new feathers.-

Ryan gasped as the voice dominated his thoughts, booming and echoing in the depths of his mind as he raised an arm above him and saw the feathers growing in heavily along it. They were that deep, royal blue he recognized from his dream, imagining Revali on top of him once more and swearing he saw the outline of that Rito grinning down at him. Only this time, the glowing light pulsed from his body in a general shape that did in fact look like Revali. -It's been AGES since I've felt the pleasure of a body.- The voice sounded immaterial, wavering on the air as the feathers continued to grow down Ryan's arm and white feathers dotted his stomach where his shirt lifted up. He looked down at his body in shock and horror, the image of Revali looking pleased as he grinned down at his new form. -Don't worry, vessel. The pain will soon be replaced by something wonderful- And with that, the ghostly figure fell against Ryan's body as he felt another presence inhabiting him, making his whole body tense as the pain spiked before being replaced by incomprehensible pleasure.

Ryan's eyes went wide in shock as his back arched high into the air. The first thing he noticed was the unbelievable arousal surging through his veins, his shaft throbbing heavily against his pants with each pulse of that light surrounding him. And the second? An incomprehensible heat and pressure in his head slowly making its way throughout his body. It was unlike anything he could put into words or thoughts, shivering as he shakily brought his hands in front of his face. All he could do was watch as his fingers seemed to lengthen with idle cracking and aching of his joints. White feathers dotted along the skin, growing out in a thin blanket as his hands were morphing into something that looked completely inhuman while that green light flashed and glowed more by the second. He looked back and forth from one hand to the other, his eyes blinking repeatedly as his vision felt hazy. He couldn't see it, but the color of his eyes was already starting to change. His teeth gritted as he shifted in his pose on the ground, shutting his gaze off from the world before he grinned and opened them once again with a new deep, jaded coloration.

"Y-yeeeeessss...mmmmf...I c-can feel it. M-my new body..." The voice came from Ryan's lips, but it wasn't his. It was deeper. Hungrier. Lighter, almost like a bird's as his head turned back and forth to watch the progress of the feathers all along his body. A few more blinks and a shake of his head, and Ryan's blue eyes were back as he shivered and struggled to keep his body from going fully prone. With a shaking hand quickly shifting to some other form, he crawled along the ground toward a nearby tree and fell to his side against it. The scratchy surface of the bark felt like a totem keeping him tied to the real world as he gasped for breaths, feeling the sweat pouring down his face...which was now starting to twinge and itch. His softer hands moved up to his cheeks and could feel more of the feathers growing out along his skin...but not only that, he could feel a heavy pressure pushing out from his jaw. His nose twitched and ached, teeth gritting as he felt something was pressing out from his mouth with a sudden jolt of pain. He tried to cry out in response, but the only noises that escaped were gargled moans and cries of confusion.

Something was pressing out from his mouth, his sense of smell getting muted suddenly as he shook and shivered in shock. His hands felt all along it, trying to get an idea of what was happening before his spine went stiff with a heavy shriek of pain. There was another pressure at his back, prickling along him like pins and needles as his head pressed back against the tree. His legs pushed out to the sides with his arousal still throbbing under his pants as he couldn't keep track of everything that was happening. His teeth and nose felt stiff. His hands were clenching along his head as the pressure was throbbing like a hammer against his skull. There was an unbearable itching at the base of his spine. And the heat...the unbelievably intense heat that roiled in his body with every throb of his shaft was the worst distraction of all. He shut his eyes tight and held onto his head, doing everything in his power to fight the strange voice and thoughts dominating his very sense of being that he was struggling to keep even his consciousness intact. His eyes kept flickering between green and blue, an internal battle as Ryan felt like he was fighting with his own body to keep control over who he was.

"Hnng...f-fight all you want, human. You WILL be mine." His lips struggled to move as they were calcifying, his entire jaw seeming to curl back as it hardened and turned more yellow by the second. Ryan could hear a number of cracks and pops as the pressure along his head started to shift and change...more feathers pressing out but also his hair starting to thin out for more of those feathers. He didn't have time to focus on that as the pressure from the base of his spine was pushing up against that tree. He felt it literally bump against the bark, body going stiff as he fell to his side and moved a hand to feel along it. The sensation made his eyes flash back to green, that beak growing out of his face curling into a grin as his shifting hands groped along the base of his spine. Long feathers were shifting between his fingers from a tail forming slowly as he spread his legs wider, his shaft throbbing achingly between them with a heavy dark patch forming at the crotch. "Y-yes!! G-grow, shift...take over this useless human vessel s-so I can be freed again!!" He called out as he curled a shifting hand into a fist, slamming it against the ground as more white and blue feathers were spreading along it.

Ryan was losing the battle quickly, his free hand out of his control as it grabbed along one leg of his pants and curled his nails into the fabric, tearing it off. That leg was thrown to the side, showing off his tenting underpants with the remaining leg of his pants on his body and barely covering the off-white plumage growing out. But there was another sensation that was taking all of his attention in that moment. The cramping in his feet was like nothing he'd experienced so far. His toes were curling underneath his boots as he could see them pushing up against the edge. One eye shifted back to blue, immediately shifting down to his feet as he watched them twitch and kick out wildly. He could see one ankle shifting in a strange manner, the skin looking almost tough and black as he was losing some of the feeling in it. The green light spread further down toward his ankles and the points of his toes. Something felt...off about how his foot was shifting. He tried to move a hand down, finding it freezing and shivering in the air as it was hardly looking like his arm anymore with all the royal blue feathers spreading along it and forming a new shape. The sight was just enough to keep him distracted before he let out a sudden roar of pain with the tearing of fabric in the air.

Two large points of pure, sharp white tore through the fabric of his boots and scratched into the surface of the grass beneath him. Ryan's body shifted as the green eyes returned and flashed bright, the light burning brighter in the dim forest as he quickly moved his hands down toward his changing feet. "Y-yes, faster!! Faster, t-take over and let my spirit retain it's beautiful physical form once more!!" He cackled maniacally as he tore the remnants of the boots off and showed what hardly looked like Ryan's foot at all. He could only watch as a passenger in his own body, seeing his own feet shifting and blackening as his toes shifted together into two larger talons. There was a third pressing out of his heel as the rest of his foot morphed and shifted into some strange and inhuman shape...looking far more avian than anything else. The voice of Revali sounded completely awash with joy and pleasure as he teased along his newly forming talons, shifting wings practically rubbing the skin away as he felt along those sharp claws and scaled toes. The more the feathers stroked, the further the scales spread as Ryan's whole body was shaking. He couldn't stop looking at them...watching as those sharp claws pressed out where his nails once were and he only saw two three toed talons taking the place of his feet.

"Soon..." Revali rumbled as his face was taking over Ryan's, feathers spreading out along those cheeks and braids starting to form from the back of his head. He pressed off of the ground and stood up, examining his body as Ryan tried to fight him as best he could

-S-stoppit!! Get...get out of m-my body!- He tried to say, but his voice wasn't echoing in the air anymore. Instead, it sounded like it was inside of his head...where he previously heard Revali's. As his body started to look more and more like a Rito's, his shifting beak curled into a grin as he clenched his wingtips into fists in front of his body.

"Oh, your body? H-heh...I don't think so, Ryan. This body was mine the second you grabbed my bow." He snickered lowly before looking down at his body and noticing the twitching within his pants. "And I believe you've overstayed your welcome."

-I'VE overstayed my welcome?? This is MY BODY!!- His voice cried out into the air, Revali shrugging casually before moving a wing down to his underwear and taking it off, pushing the remains down to his newly formed talons. Revali idly kicked them off into the forest, the only remnant of Ryan's clothing still on his body being his jacket. His still human shaft throbbed in the air, dripping plenty of pre-cum down onto the grass below as the feathers were slowly shifting down to his length.

"Was. This WAS your body." His beak clacked definitively, a small grey speck of color forming along the edge as he took in a deep breath through his new nares before exhaling greedily. A warm wing wrapped around the base of his shaft, the shape already changing as Ryan's sac was starting to look smaller by the second. A wing cupped along his sac and gave them a heavy grope, both Ryan and Revali gasping in pleasure as the off-white feathers continued to stretch along his thighs and up his hips. The remnants of his clothing lay uselessly on the ground as his talon's stepped carelessly along them. "O-ohhh my. Will take a bit of...urging to truly get my Rito pride back." He moaned to himself, Ryan gasping inside of his mind but protesting as those feathers rolled along his skin. Everything was looking far more Revali-like by the second, those braids growing out as his crest took shape. His chest shifting into a Rito form with his wings fully formed, talons digging into the ground, and waist only looking human from his shaft. That wing was spreading more of Ryan's arousal along his length, feeling it throb as it brushed against those warm, soft feathers. It was an unbearable sensation as more of the pleasure coursed and rippled through his body.

"Fuh...f-fuck, it's been ages..." Revali moaned as he squeezed and stroked along that firm length, Ryan feeling like he had a chance to come back as those emerald eyes wavered for a moment. They slowly shifted back to blue, the feathers along his face growing in as that beak stretched open in a sudden cry of confusion. Revali bent over, his free wing along his head as he stumbled a few feet in the forest. That green light flared before the brightness wavered for just a brief moment. The presence inside of Ryan's head was feeling strong...overwhelmingly powerful as he was battling for control of his very body. "O-oh no you don't!! You think such a weak human could topple someone as great as me? The Rito champion?? The great Revali??"

"Shuh...sh-shutup. And. Get. OUT!!" He cried out, his voice coming from the beak as some of the feathers seemed to recede for just a moment. Ryan was doing everything he could to fight back, the color of his eyes shifting in both directions for a moment as he could feel himself making ground once more. That beak clacked and ground in irritation, Revali grumbling before he gave a firmer squeeze along the head of their shared shaft. The sensation made Ryan gasp as his hold weakened again, the length starting to taper as his sac was completely absorbed into his body. The color of his penis continued to shift from a peach color to more of a deep pink as it throbbed and ached while gaining a bit of length.

"This...this body is mine, peon. A-and if we're currently sharing it? I'll just have to kick you out. Using m-methods I know I'll love a-and will...weaken your will." He crooned low, his voice hardly above a grunting whisper as his wing was really focusing on teasing and stroking along the newly tapered end of his shaft. Ryan could hardly get a word out edgewise, the feathers continuing to grow as his muscles started to shift. It no longer felt like a human body at all despite the few patches of skin that were still present all along his body. "And w-we're going to do something I've missed since I've been a spirit. T-time to show you Revali's Gale!'' He called out, suddenly letting go of his shaft and grabbing at the neck of the shirt still barely hanging onto their body. He ripped it off over his head, braids and feathers shifting in the breeze before he crouched down while bracing himself. The wind swirled at his feet, building up into a small cyclone before Ryan's entire world turned head over heels. They went hurtling up into the sky, wings spread wide and catching the gusts of wind as the two of them were suddenly soaring up in the deep blue background of the skies.

They were hardly in the air when Ryan could feel a pressure along his shaft again, Revali's eyes going wide as the two of them groaned in a deep, aching pleasure. One of those talons curled up toward their body, Revali curling it around that tapered length and giving it a firm squeeze before stroking hungrily at it. "O-ohhhhhh Hylia, yes! Y-yessss, h-how long have I craved the feeling of scales on me. Mmmmf, you're done, human." He spoke directly to Ryan's soul as if expecting a response, but there was none. Revali's beak didn't open again, and the voice of the human couldn't be heard save for lust-stricken moans from the pleasure rolling through every inch of their body. He'd never felt something so amazing. Something so pleasurable. Something so...carnal. It was like his body burst into a fire of that burning green light surrounding him, Revali's emerald eyes filled with lust and victory as he continued to stroke himself off with his talons. He was struggling to keep himself in the sky, but he managed to keep those wings spread wide while he caught the breeze and panted in a deep, lusty moan.

"Mmmf...how...h-how does it feel, Ryan? Human? A-alien in my new body? This is MY form. D-do you know how many YEARS I-I've waited to..." He stopped, waiting for a response from Ryan and finding none. All he could hear within his mind as those talons continued to squeeze and stroke along his newly formed Rito length was moans and gasps of the pleasure assaulting his sense of self. The complete silence made Revali grin as he panted greedily, squeezing along himself harder as he let out a loud squawk of delight. "Hnngg...h-heh, that's right. This...th-this body is...mmmmf, oh f-fuck..." He moaned out a few more times, wingtips shivering as his body tensed from the pleasure. His tail feathers fanned out as he tried to focus on his flying while masturbating, finding it almost impossible to spread his attention in too many different directions. Fortunately for him...he didn't have to worry about it for too long. He could already feel that pleasure building familiarly in a way he hadn't experienced since long before his body haunted the realms of Hyrule. He just needed to stroke a bit harder, a bit faster, a bit longer.

Ryan meanwhile...he could feel the blackness surrounding his consciousness. His voice was so quiet now, hardly audible in the deep abyss of what was formerly his body as every sense of 'him' was replaced by pleasure. Deep, raw, aching pleasure that was overwhelming every sense he'd ever known. He could hear nothing. He could feel nothing. He could see nothing. It was all fading away as his senses were merging with Revali's in that fit of wild pleasure his old body was experiencing. It was like nothing he'd ever felt, his whole sense of self throbbing in time with the arousal as he was stroked off into submission. He couldn't fight it anymore. He couldn't think or even complain as every bit of his defenses were completely dominated. The pressure was getting to be far too much for him to even comprehend. Every ounce of his thoughts, every bit of his body was so consumed by the pleasure, the need, the arousal, the talons stroking and squeezing and rubbing along his shaft that his pleasure centers were firing out of control. He couldn't stop himself. Couldn't control himself. Any resistance he previously felt was completely disappearing as he felt that bright green light washing over every ounce of his being. He could feel his soul opening up, the pleasure building and building and building until finally-

Revali's body tensed as he went stiff, his back arching as he let out a long cooing squawk of delight. His shaft went rigid as it shot its seed out into the air and down to the world below, covering his newly grown scales as he kicked his free talon out into the air. His body went into a freefall, his talons squeezing along his shaft and milking his tapered length for all he could. The pleasure was unlike anything he'd ever felt, beak hanging open as shivers rippled through his feathers and up his spine. It coursed through his veins, eliciting long and aching moans and chirps from the Rito as his eyelids fluttered. He let his body dive for a few moments before his wings weakly spread out and caught the air once more. They were struggling to keep his body up, but another sudden gust of wind blew along his body and brought another heavy shiver to Revali's form. He whimpered happily, another jet of his seed shooting out of his shaft as it fell down to the forest floor beneath him. He continued to stroke and grip along his shaft in his pleasure, trying to catch his breath as the winds carried him eagerly along the cool breeze.

He remained up in the air like that for minutes, letting the pleasure roll through his body as he struggled to keep himself aloft. It was absolutely magical, enjoying the sheer pleasure of his new form as his shaft twitched and pulsed with every firm squeeze. He could hardly keep his eyes open, the ethereal green light finally fading away into nothing as he soared in the sky within the throes of his orgasm. The pulses and heat continued to overtake his thoughts, eventually pittering out to a dull warmth deep in the pit of his stomach. When he finally milked the last of his seed out of his shaft, he let go of it and returned his talons behind him as his still throbbing tapered length continued to drip down onto the world below. His beak was hanging slack as he panted heavily, eyes glazed over from the sensations he was still trying to get over. Eventually after a couple minutes of flying, he was able to get his wits back about him before that haughty pride and condescending lilt returned to the Rito.

"Mmm...nothing says welcome back like some good talons." He quietly hummed to himself, kicking his leg in the air as some of the seed along it flicked off into. With a quick stretching of his wings, they quickly folded to his sides as his head pointed directly down toward the ground and his body shot like an arrow from his bow. He cut through the skies toward the earth, catching the gusts in just the right manner before arching himself up and floating above the treelines. His limbs all stretched out into the air, gracefully soaring back to the ground as he weaved between the treetops and landed back on the forest floor just as majestically as if he never left the physical world. His shaft was still pulsing, slowly disappearing back into the slit between his legs as Revali carelessly brushed some of the dust off of his body. He was readjusting some of his feathers, a soft smile along his beak with a light twinkle in his eye as he was still happily humming from enjoying his afterglow. But as he was standing there, he looked down at his body and realized something was wrong.

"Hm...oh how could I forget? Though my body is truly a form to behold, perhaps I should cover it up so others won't be so distracted by my beauty." He smirked to himself, appreciating himself a bit too much before his eyes glowed once again. That ghastly green light returned as he spread his wings out with his wingtips stretching. His head lifted up into the air as he shut his eyes, the winds circling around him as the trees nearby started to shift and waver. Something was taking form along his body, talons idly digging into the dirt beneath him as bangles and bands started to materialize around his ankles. Green anklets with some brown and gold bands took form, more clothes starting to shape out of that green light. A small skirt-like covering made out of brown and gold panels hugged along his hips, a scarf covering his neck and epaulets growing out along his shoulders. His signature crimson armor slowly strapped along his abdomen and covered his white feathers before the colors started to solidify.

The green light slowly faded, dissipating as it blew away with the wind before the form of all those clothes and armor took their physical form. Revali's eyes finally opened as he looked down at himself, stretching his wings to the side as he observed his entire body. That familiar and signature smirk stretched across his beak as he saw his familiar apparel cloaked around his body, though something was still missing. "Nice...almost perfect, like usual. Just need to..." He hummed softly, looking around the forest floor as he noticed the tattered remnants of Ryan's clothing on the ground with his seed splattered on it from his climax in the air. Revali raised a brow at the sight, pausing for a moment as he reflected on the human whose body he took over. He listened for that voice...hearing only a faint glimmer of something as he snickered from the silence. "Not even worth my attention. You're no longer in control of anything...hm...oh no, it seems I've forgotten your name! Oh well, it's not like you exist anymore. Enjoy being a passenger for a greater being."

He hummed in satisfaction before walking over the discarded clothes, ignoring them completely as his wing reached out and picked up his old bow. It was still glowing with that familiar energy from before, but the second Revali grabbed it, the bow ceased its glowing. It was returned to its master, Revali's wingtips wrapping around it as he slung it over his back. There was also now a quiver with beautifully decorated arrows on the ground right beside it, the Rito wasting no time in attaching that to his belt before admiring himself once more. "That feels more right. What's a beautiful bird without his tools, hm?" His voice cooed out in a singsong manner, examining a wing in front of him as if it was just another day. He had every one of his memories from his life before he disappeared...and it was occurring to the Rito champion that none of his people knew he was alive again! And frankly, he had some...unfinished business he would have to see to.

"Well, human. I don't know what your sad life was like before, but now you're part of someone greater." He said very simply, eyes narrowing as a wing readjusted some of the braids behind his head. It seemed like it was just an afterthought of his, hardly caring about Ryan and the body he just stole. After all, this was his body now. Revali was the one in control, and there was no reason he would be worrying about the soul of a creature who was now silent. "Rito Village has likely changed since my untimely leaving of this world, and I'm sure there are plenty of hens and cocks just aching for a true lover they can shower their affection on. Plenty of beaks to open and legs to spread. I'm sure you'll learn to love the feeling since you don't have a choice in the matter." His beak stretched into a wider smile the more he spoke, feeling that arousal shifting around his skirted armor as his shaft was starting to press out of his slit once more. "Mmmm, it sounds just lovely. A pity none of my usual fucks are around, but I'm sure there will be plenty of other beautiful plumages to claim."

His expression was looking more and more pleased by the second, tapping a wingtip along his beak as he idly hummed a tune to himself. "Perhaps I should pace myself. Not return to the village at first, but rather really cherish the time and attention. Heh...I'm sure I can find plenty of Rito around to...'acquaint' myself with." His voice was dripping with lust, patting a wing along his quiver before he started walking through the forest once again. "I can only wonder who the first one will be to have the divine blessing and fortune of being my hen~"