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The soft rustle of an overarching canopy, and the quiet scurrying of forest creatures were the only sounds to carry amongst the heavy trunks of Pagos Woods, the thick overcast foliage denying the breeze access to the verdant, grassy expanse winding between the ocean of trees. Despite the dense, leafy cover, splotches of sunlight managed to peer past the cracks, gaily dancing as the errant stroke of the wind tugged branches back and forth, revealing and renouncing pathways through the vegetation overhead. Meandering in long, curvaceous bends, a solitary dirt path hew into the lush green, the quantity of passengers permitting it to battle the encroaching nature, yet, today - a mere single set of feet padded down the road.

Clad in unassuming lead-hued leggings, a belt bearing a couple of small leather travel bags, and a thick woolly cream top, contained by a juniper waistcoat. Short in stature, few would notice his modest garments over his physical form - rather than the pale skin of a Hylian, his elongated rat-like snout was coated in a coarse layer of pewter-grey fur. Narrow, svelte limbs ended in dwarfish, dextrous pink fingers, the pelt leading to the ends of his arms lightening to a cloudy white. Twin flaps adorned his head, comprising semicircular rodent ears, combined with a slender, hairless tail dragging behind him, one could forgive him for being a sentient rat - a statement that he took little offence to. Stranger beasts, after all, lived in every corner of Hyrule, and Cody, the man in question, saw slim reasoning to debate what he was. Thus: A rat.

Wandering through the viridescent splendour, the serenity of the shadowy flora was haunted by the melodic trill of music. In the relative silence of the undisturbed shrubbery, the notes pleasingly floated, at first barely audible, rising as Cody continued his journey, interest newly piqued by the dulcet strains wafting merrily in the open air. As he closed in on the source, the rich, reedy chords of an accordion were discernable, echoing off the massive tree trunks of the exuberant woodlands. A tune that the rodent couldn't resist tapping his boot heels in time to, slithering off the beaten path as the euphony dictated, all but prancing across the viridity of untamed grass.

Finally, in a sun-drenched clearing, atop a boulder, perched the origin - the canopy parting to permit a luminous beam to form a natural sunlight. A titanic rito, his eyes firmly shut, his girthy, stunted black beak curved downwards, the upper half fully overhanging the shorter bottom. A ruby broach sat where a human's ear would normally appear, twin crimson feathers based with white neatly raised skywards. His plumage, which for the most part was a vibrant Aegean blue, rimmed his eye instead with a soft sapphire shade. Behind the blocked vision, a small scarlet mark that almost gave the impression of a flush, and a striped black-white alternation curled in the shape of a horn to match the contour of the sapphire enclave.

Enthralled by the sight, Cody sneaked into the picturesque glade, his glistening emerald irises drinking in the view. Brawny torso, clad in a brown leather chest-piece, a long flowing cream scarf wrapped around his wide collar, with two stripy red-white shoulder pads, bearing golden tassels hanging a couple of millimetres down the bulging, feathered muscle. In his weighty grip, a man-sized accordion - the umber paint fading from time and usage, revealing the burnished copper beneath, rhythmically contracting and expanding as the avian imparted himself utterly into his music.

Closer and closer, the rat inched towards the bird, like at the call of a siren, entranced by the sounds, the beauty - Crunch. Amber eyes flickered open, the melody cut short, the quiet of the still fauna surrounding them rising to a deafening silence. A few moments interrupted as the rito's face cracked into a welcoming smile,

"Very impressive of you to have snuck so close, I might have almost mistaken you for ill company." His voice was deep, reassuring, fatherly. Honeyed words that could relax even the most agitated thoughts.

"Heh, well," Cody hummed, his warm reception immediately dispelling hesitation, "who says I'm not?"

Tilting his head slightly, the avian squinted, before shrugging, "Then, I may be in danger." He paused, then beamed, a rumbling chuckle, "Somehow, however, I believe I am safe. My name is Kass, a wandering bard in search of ancient songs." He offered a humble nod in greeting, one which the rodent was eager to return:

"Cody! I'm - hm. I'm a miscreant, a ne'er-do-well who haunts the edges of civilization to prey upon hapless folks, and steal their most valuable possession." To demonstrate his point, he flashed a wink, extending a theatrical bow. "Their hearts~."

"Aha!" Kass heartily laughed, his features beaming in delight, "I must be oh-so careful then, 'lest I, too, fall victim to your wiles."

The grey-rat's eyes narrowed for a moment, behind his shrewd gaze, a thousand thoughts flickered - mischievous, lewd, and vile little thoughts. Such a handsome man was indeed a catch, simply too gorgeous to be let off the line. Swiftly concocting a devilish ruse, his pink fingers dragging in to slip his thumbs into the deep-green waistcoat, he played the part of neutrality. Despite being seated, the rito dwarfed him in size, and yet, the rodent was quite assured he was the predator. So to speak, anyway: "Ancient songs?" He chimed, to bait his hook.

In surprise, and more than a degree of eager curiosity, the bird's brow arched upwards, his infectious, trusting smile unwavering. "Ah! You know of them?"

"Mmmh! Have you, perchance, heard of 'The Ballad Of Tempestuous Billows'?"

"The Ballad of-...? I must admit - No. Even my vast knowledge proves lacking, it seems." Behind the rat's static face, every ounce of willpower was poured into avoiding his mouth curling into a victorious grin, the final statement by Kass the resounding triumph: "Might I be so bold as to ask you to teach me?"

"Of course!... But, hm, I wonder if you have the correct instrument."

"Oh, is my accordion not sufficient?"

Cody gave a simple shake of the head, "Unfortunately not, it's quite a potent tune, magically imbued, and requires some amount of training to properly do it justice." His spun tale had clearly hooked the attention of the avian, his amber eyes glistening with inquisitive desire, the huge, curved, black beak following the slightest movements with enthralled speculation. Continuing, "Still - I am more than happy to assist in preparation if you're interested?"

An eager nod from Kass, the minstrel already sidling off the rock, raising himself to full height, the accordion laid carefully on the flat surface of his seat. Barrel chest barely contained by his clothing on display, wide hips clothed in cream cloth flowed to his twin talons. His burly arms stretched skywards, arching his spine in a readying stretch, twisting about his waist to warm up his bodily musculature.

"First, you'll need to get a little lower," the rodent gestured with a dextrous set of svelte fingers to their obvious size disparity, "can't reach that high, can I?"

A second nod, the bard wasting no time questioning an evident truth, and dropping to his hands and knees. Cody, without hesitation, circled around the prostrated form, utilizing the lack of eye contact to permit himself some outward exhilaration. Biting his lip, quivering in anticipation, the shivers of dominant energy flooded the mischievous creature, heart rushing with impatient expectations. Once fully behind, a booted foot cautiously kicked apart the bird's legs, allowing the rat to sneak between, and kneel himself. His digits tucked into the leather belt, attempting to maintain haste and vigour to deny the chance for the rito's logical brain to question the whole event.

The ploy worked perfectly, as his palms cupped the buxom, brawny ass, tugging the trousers down to reveal the sapphire plumage on the bubbly cheeks. Rounded curvature held in perky harmony by trained muscle. Immediately once unveiled, fingers started to dig into the plush cushions, massaging the blubber, and eking them asunder to peek at the tight, virgin black pucker sitting within. Kass, through it all, began to feel discomfort rising past the shock, however, the overwhelming blanket of curiosity denied any intentions of halting the 'learning process'.

With expert precision, a thumb from each hand slid into the crack, the carefully clipped nails the ideal length to push into the sensitive inner crevice without causing undue irritation. Via the indirect pulling action, the wrinkled onyx star urged open slightly, the abyss inside barely visible, the glisten of oozing anal slime, the warm scent of natural musk rich on the nose. Leaning in, and puckering his lips, Cody attentively started to blow cold air across the heated wrinkles, observing with rapt glee as they reflexively winked to the chilly stimulus.

"Relax your hole out, big guy." He muttered, the only pause from his teasing breath, before continuing to douse the outer ring with his lungs' cooling breeze.

Dictated by his own unquenchable curiosity, Kass followed the instruction, his lids squeezing shut, brow furrowing as he pushed, and loosened, his anus - Pffffft! In an instant, he clenched, eyes bulging, cheeks flushed - a grip of embarrassment as the air being teasingly blown into him rushed free, the vibrations of his pucker from the escaping gas sounding out as a subtle, cute, little fart. The rat all but moaned at the sight of the sphincter rippling from such a small surge, a shiver of joy coursing down his spine.

"Mmmh! Good, good!" The rodent interjected before an apology could even be considered, "C'mon, big boy, push for me~." Using his thumbs, still tucked neatly on either side of the winking hole, he massaged inwards, pressing lighting into the borders of the canyon, attempting to indirectly pull the edges of the rim outwards, adoring the view of the untrained, tight muscles clenching and relaxing. A grunt came from ahead, a soft hiss, then a pitched-up moan. Idle fingers distracted by lightly drumming on the doughy buns, cooing more encouragement, "You can do it, just relax, and push."

Frrrrrrrrrrrrtttt. This time, the ripping noise was elongated, undulating furrows of the onyx star shuddering as the rush elicited the lewd, embarrassing queef. The relative dryness meant the sound and visuals were blissfully clear, the delivery sharp due to the tense musculature binding the ring to a taut dot.

Kass felt the shameful ignominy of being on all fours in the middle of a forest, his rear-end toyed with as he expelled gasses shoved inside him, quivering in... delight. It was so strange, unique, and despite knowing it should be humiliating, and undignified, the trilling sing-song voice ever encouraging him to debase himself was... appealing. He could feel eyes staring at his hole, each twitch, each wink, each clench being doted on. His curiosity was swiftly fading from that of professional inquisitiveness, into discovery of his interests. Kass wasn't the type to lie to himself - he was enjoying this.

PrrRRRRrrtt! The clean air billowed from him, the torrent of movement drowning out the quiet of the serene flora, his onyx pucker vibrating to the tune. Cody, no longer having to hide his motives, bit his lip, moaning at the sight, "Look at the big bard learning his fart-box. Doesn't it just feel good to let go?"

Unfortunately, deciding to continue, and electing to abandon one's dignity, were two differing tasks, and while obliging the wily Rat's mischievous demands, his tongue flattened to his mouth in embarrassed protest. Instead, he gathered himself for a nod, a gulp, a shudder.

"You can do better, though - if you're willing to try."

A long pause, the minstrel's mind fighting a battle between wanton desires, and prideful grace. Regrettably for the latter, the rodent's thumbs squeezing his around his pulsing asshole, and the prying, shameless lust for him were too powerful as counter-arguments, weighing the scales unfairly. Thus, the pause ended with a secondary nod, even achieving the confidence to give a bassy grunt of acknowledgment.

There was no such internal conflict for Cody. A hunky, stud of a rito, a fat ass ready for gaping, a consenting instrument prepared to play his favourite tune. Watching a steadfast, staunch, respected member of society bend to his whims was the icing to perfect the already wondrous occasion. Thus, the moment he received the go-ahead, his mouth was swilling together a dense lump of spit, firing the hock of slaver straight for the dry hole.

With a moist crash, it hit, the sudden warm, oozing feeling caused Kass to clench, and squeak in surprise - a reaction only made all the more adorable by his size, deep intonation, and normally disciplined demeanour. Two pink digits slid into the crack, the prints massaging the slimy goo against wrinkles, his free hand taking double-duty to maintain the spread cheeks for him to work. Any time the slick layer started to get too thin, his fingers would withdraw, launching another glob of spittle onto the twitching rim. There was no rush, ensuring the smearing was uniform as possible, that every inch of the canyon was properly layered with bubbly spit, while equally savouring the experience. Mentally noting just how tight it was, how close together the furrows of the star were.

For the duration, the bird's talons clenched and curled, scaled toes balling to try to vent some excess energy, express the novel sensations rushing through him in a manner he was completely unaccustomed to. His hands, unable to claw unless he collapsed, his hips remaining still to ensure the canvas was stationary for the saliva-painting, his mouth too busy with a parade of groans, moans, and hisses. Each motion dragging teasingly on his taut, sensitive pucker sent rivulets of pleasure up his spine, his legs quivering, eyes losing focus. It was the most pleasurable torture he'd endured, a flood of untamed rapture drowning his sensibility.

Eventually, the task was largely complete, the jet-black hole glistening with slime, the creases swampy, the muscles relaxed and ready. Curling his digits, he pressed the tips to the entrance, swirling using the ends instead of the prints, "Kass? Has anyone ever tuned your... instrument?"

"No." The statement was short, clearly trying to avoid too many embarrassing noises, a mission failed as opening his beak permitted a gurgle to escape. He wasn't even too sure what was about to happen, his usually sharp mind distracted in an ocean of new-found ecstasy, yet, he was confident whatever it was would be desirable.

"We're going to make this happy little fart-chute into the loudest, sloppiest, wettest trumpet you've ever heard." He declared simply, waiting a moment, before baiting out a reply; "Is that what you want? A stranger to use your asshole to make disgusting, lurid music?"

"I'm re-eooooooooh!" The instant noise uttered from that hooked, black beak, the twin fingers, tips hovering a hair's breadth from the twitching entry, dived forwards. The messy soak of gooey spit provided sufficient lubricant for the paired digits to stretch open the untrained muscles, lithe, limber appendages impaling down to the joint when they started to find resistance. His free hand positioned overtop, a second set of fingers slithering along the crack, and scissoring, pulling apart the cleft, using the natural tug of the skin to assist his initial efforts. Cody was obviously quite an expert, lightly spinning his wrist to allow the invading presence to ease the surrounding musculature.

"There you go, big guy," He reassuringly cooed out, "you're doing so well." His round ears twitched up, attentively listening, monitoring each unbidden utterance escaping Kass, anytime the pitch raised towards pain, he'd slow to ensure it never reached it. If the groans began to flag, he'd push his digits in a mite deeper, all the while utilizing the unburied duo to mimic massaging the feathery crevice. The deft care worked without flaw, the burly rito quivering and moaning, his amber eyes totally out of focus as he was awash in a world of submissive pleasure. "Good boy," the rat mumbled, as if he weren't a fraction of the size, "It feels good, just stay loose. Nnnh, you're doing so good. Relax. You're gonna queef so loud, aren't you?"

Plunging ever further into the depths, the rodent's busy fingertips soon started to feel the ribbed walls change from the barren dryness of the outside, to a thick, natural gooey slime within. He hummed with curiosity, pushing his curious appendages into the anal mucous. It was dense, sloppy, and heavy, his intrusion breaking the surface tension, the oozing slop began to drool down his fingers, the moist deluge trapped inside the clenching guts already creating muffled squelching noises. Cody quivered in delight, having to forcefully resist the urge to rush on the discovery that Kass' fart-machine was about to be even better.

With a final shunt, the rat's pink knuckles were pressed to the rim of the puffing up onyx hole, the initial work sufficient to get the puckering wrinkles to start dilating - the beginning of its permanent transformation into a wet, gaping donut. "Feeling good?" He asked, getting a nod in return, "Just a little more, big guy, and we'll have you farting louder than your accordion."

"I am a bard." Kass gurgled playfully, boasting some quick learning as he clenched that ring around the buried digits, "G-gh!" Cody, however, merely used the confidence to push his own desires. His fingers slid apart, exerting themselves to really pull asunder the meaty innards, the beautiful sounds of the avian's uncontrollable moan combining with a damp sluuuuurch as the slimy walls pried wide. In shock, the bird's clutching anus relaxed, air pushed in by the fingering rushing out, the heated gale flowing onto the rodent's wrist and hand. It was loud, but, without the rippling star, it lacked the heft of his earlier farts. Still, it was a fantastic prelude to the future - exactly what the box was capable of producing by the finale.

Only encouraged, the scissoring got faster, rougher - urging against the muscle to ease it open. The rat would swivel his wrists, ensuring that his relatively two-dimensional stretching efforts would displace out in every direction. He was moulding a work of art, and he wanted to see that jet-black pucker as a puffy circle, unnaturally gaped, artificially ruined, and prepared to sing a salacious, dirty song. So lost in his reverie, the usually attentive Cody didn't notice the quivering of limbs beneath him, so dutifully spreading his digits within the sloppy, squelching hole.

"C-can, guh, we switch positions?" The intervention from Kass snapped him out, peering up, and looking at those amber eyes, the handsome visage turned to face him, brawny body twisting. Cody blinked twice in confusion, before he finally actually paid attention to something other than the finger-sucking asshole, realizing how long he'd kept the gorgeous rito on hands and knees.

"Ah! Of course." He trilled out, the momentary lapse not breaking his dominant streak in the slightest - internally congratulating himself for having metaphorically collared the beefy bird to the point where he so humbled requested such things, stuttering over his own moans to do so. Locking his gaze down, he watched the rim of the jet-black pucker suckling at his fingers, withdrawing them and watching as the dry base quickly changed to wet, glistening, and ultimately swampy as more and more anal mucous clung to his digits. It was dense, thick, gluey - clear and viscous, a honey-like consistency, but as translucent as water. The scent, too, was a mix of oils, ass-musk, and salt.

Without a pause for thought, the rat plunged the pair once buried inside Kass' buttocks into his waiting maw, tongue lashing at the gooey mess with voracious fervour. It tasted like ambrosia, a wondrous, sublime combination of surprising sweetness and brackish aftertaste to form an addictive treat. The treacly texture oozed across his hungering taste buds, a thin layer sticking to his skin forced the scooping tongue to drag and clean every inch with purpose. If it weren't for the dull thud of the weighty, fatigued avian collapsing to the ground, Cody might have almost forgotten that he hadn't stopped fingering Kass just to savour the slimy juices!

Refusing to extract the impromptu 'lollipop' so soon, his free hand hastily gestured for the bird to flip over, taking a few tries lacking the assistance of words, but obstinately declining to speak. After all, the longer it took for the rearrangement to happen, the longer he would have to suckle the ass-slime. Besides, the view was amazing, that half-closing hole twitching with each breath, the massive hunk blinking in confusion, yet too kowtowed to adjust himself unless provided permission - often, being pleasurably fingered while someone condescendingly coos reassurances in the ear had that effect, and Cody was a master at it.

Sliding the suckled spotless digits from his mouth, but the supple strings of spit connecting his lips to the tips, he gave a happy sigh, "You look ravishing, big boy." He teased, before nodding his head to the boulder he'd found the rito perched upon when he arrived. "Hop up." The sun had reached its zenith, the beams peering through the canopy shrinking to a mere section at the edge of the rock's surface. Thinking quickly, Cody guided Kass to lay back-down in the shadowed patch, his currently semi-solid, hefty dick sitting proudly in the spotlight. The tip was glistening with pre-cum, not a touch to it, and eagerly showing approval of the events.

Shuffling in close, the grey-rat slid his hands under the thighs, tugging the trousers still bunched at the knees down until he could loop the garments past the talons, and toss them onto the accordion - carefully discarded once the perch it had thus far rested on was required. Besides, he was about to gift the minstrel with a louder, wetter, lewder instrument. Palms tucked into the crook of the legs, lifting, and folding, them until that gooey onyx hole was on display, the displaced anal slime starting to ooze out as a clear, viscous drool, the thin layering of slaver the only thing stopping it gushing forth en masse.

"Grab on tight." He simply instructed, towering over the much larger man, looming above the crotch.

"You don't know an ancient song, do you?" Kass finally interjected, his amber eyes wavering as his face tried to point at the rodent, yet, the flush on his cheeks demanded he look away.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Was the coy response, a knowing, cocky smirk drawn across the mischievous features.

A gulp. Silence. Then, a quiet, uncharacteristically hesitant: "No."

"Good boy." Watching that submissive quiver run through the massive feathered bard was like a drug, one that Cody was more than happy to drown himself in. "Now. Grab on tight." The bird's brawny palms clasped into his knees, yanking his legs firmly into position, his talons dangling in the air, his hefty, muscular chest displayed, his blushing visage completely visible. Though, most importantly, the novel orientation ensured his bubbly hams were spread by natural tugging from the thighs, the winking, gooey, glistening, charcoal chute exposed.

Cody squatted down a little, his snout waiting inches from the twitching pucker, enthralled by recognition that his attention was making it spasm, clench, dilate. He could feel the embarrassment, "Ever had anyone stare at your hole like this, big guy?"

"No." Called a quiet, bassy whisper.

"Makes you squirm, doesn't it."

"Yeah."

"You love it, don't you."

"Yes."

The final question hardly necessitated being asked - leaning in, until his pinkish nose was touching the sapphire plumage of the unavoidably spread crack, his lips close enough to the star to experience the radiating head of the puffy ring. Inhale, breathe in the subtle musk, and, pursing his kissers, he started to blow air into the pucker. Unlike the previous attempt, the widened sphincter was more receptive to the inclusion, the relatively cold breeze inside his warm, sopping guts causing Kass to hiss. The bird's pupils rolled into his skull, tongue flopping from that hefty, curved black beak, knuckles whitening as he gripped into his knees harder.

The rat, encouraged by the reaction, kept expelling his breath into the hole, bringing his hands up to grip into the bubbly butt-cheeks, thumbs dragging into the crevice to push the distended donut inwards to help keep the volume of gas within, eventually rubbing the digits in slow circles to also massage the sensitive regions surrounding the anus. Cody only paused to whisper, "Good boy, clench for me, hold it all in," then, right back to his work. After a couple of minutes, he finally sat on his haunches, getting comfy with a good view.

"Alright, big guy. Humiliate yourself for me. Relax. Push it all out."

Kass didn't reply verbally, shutting his eyes to focus, the unerring gaze fixated on his asshole making the process so deeply demeaning - and unquestionably enticing. Focus. Relax. His brow furrowed, his glistening onyx ring dilated, loosened, and, perfectly in time:

PrrrfFFFFFttttRrrrrrrRRRRtttt!

The raucous bellows of billowing air were loud, crude, and beautiful. The wet slurry of his slimy guts gave the rippling, vibrating, gaped chute just enough liquid to bubble, while the ribbed walls bounced the sound around to make a cacophonous fart echo from out, the relatively silent woodland clearing carrying the rebounding noise. The sight, too, was sublime, the puffy, doughy donut rim pulsating and wobbling as gas rushed past, flecks of clean anal slime spattering out onto the rat's face. Even as the final gust escaped, the winking gape teased the rat, the little twitches of a hungry hole incensing Cody's libido into action.

Driven by a lustful frenzy, a triplet of fingers instantly pressed to the entry, spreading slightly to form an open triangle, pushing a few inches, before clasping together and ramming to the knuckles, "Push, big boy, shit my fingers out. Hard as you can." He growled aggressively, rewarded as those sloppy, slimy, oozing guts started to writhe and spasm against his invading digits. Most importantly, however, was the flush of air tumbling, and surging, attempting to escape about the intruder. Without hesitation, Cody withdrew, and slammed in, furiously fucking the gooey anus to get the melody playing.

A mixture of moist, squishy penetration, and the barely muffled queefs filled the glade, a rowdy choir of dirty sex played to the audience of trees. Each withdrawal permitted just enough laxity between the blockading appendages, and the leaky sphincter to allow fresh air to pull inside. Once stuffed to the knuckles, the pushing muscles forced the pooled gas to flood out, the rippling colon eliciting a constant trumpet blare. The thrusting action helped to dredge out more anal slime, too, the viscous, clear mucous drooling onto the rat's palm, the bubbling slather surrounding the puffed out donut adding to the volume of the raunchy farts.

"Nnnnh." Huffed the rodent, a grin plastered to his cheeks, taking a break from watching the vibrating hole to glance at Kass' face - that intoxicating combination of embarrassed ecstasy and undignified rapture plainly painted across those fatherly features. "What'd your family think of seeing you like this? Another man's fingers forcing you to fart on command. Your noisy, filthy box queefing for my pleasure. Would you even care?" He laughed, "It's okay, big guy, you're doing so good. Just keep making that music."

The rito merely curled those thick black talons in the air, gurgling, unable to stop pushing out gas if he wanted to, feathered digits clawing at the rock he was perched on, the warming sunlight bathing his exposed, twitching singing asshole providing a constant reminder of the focus. Prffft, schllrrrrp, frrrtt, sluuuurp, pffffrt, schloooorp. A messy alternation between bubbling, lewd farting, and wet, slimy penetration, mixed in with submissive, bassy groans of delight - the choir only ending in a sudden crescendo as the triplet of fingers suddenly pulled free, the gaped out onyx pucker incapable of closing as the loudest, wettest queef made its appearance:

PFFFFFRRRRRRRTTTTTTT!

It wasn't quite as long as it could have been, but the sight of the stretched rim wobbling and quivering, with a clear view of the pink guts past the ever-puffier sphincter, was beyond heavenly to Cody. "Kass. I want to ruin you." The rat simply stated, his gaze voraciously locked onto his prize - namely the hole attempting to close itself.

Overwhelmed with newfound ecstasy, it took a moment for the avian to register the request, his breathy, panting voice eventually calling out; "What do you-"

"I want to gape your fartbox so fucking wide it never closes. I want every step you take out of this clearing being as noisy as my fingers wrenching your hole open. I want you to be so fucking ruined, you never tighten again. Permanently. Gaped." There was no threat to his tone, it was curiously serene, collected, but so clearly aroused beyond measure.

Kass shuddered, he knew it was serious. He knew he should say 'no'. He knew- "Ruin me." He gurgled out, without a quiver, without a doubt. A confidence born from submissive desire.

"Good." It was a single utterance, from the rat, but it alone got that glistening black pucker to clench needily. Reaching into his satchel, the rodent's long, dextrous fingers rifled through the contents, eventually tugging out a weighty steel orb - roughly the size of a golf-ball. The rounded surface shone in the lonely sunbeam, before finding itself neatly tucked into the feathered cheeks, the ice-cold touch smearing against the warm, oozing asshole, causing a pitched squeak of surprise from Kass. Dragging the sphere up and down, then circling around the shape of the rim, Cody turned his attention towards the bard's face. "Quick practice round, okay, big guy? I'm gonna stuff this thing inside you, grip it with your anus, hold it in for... twenty seconds, then shit it out. Okay?"

A hasty, excited nod, and Cody eased it in, the previous training on the once tight, virginal hole allowing the entry with relative ease, the thick slimy mess coating the bird's guts making a wet noise as it slipped past the puffy ring. As the metallic glint disappeared into the fleshy abyss, the rat pulled his hand away, leaning back to watch the show - in preparation, he unbuckled his belt, yanking his leggings far enough to allow his formerly concealed dick to breathe, wrapping his palm about the semi-hard shaft to begin idly stroking. His emerald eyes were locked greedily on the twitching star, the distended muscles struggling to even attempt a fraction of the tightness it possessed only that morning.

Twenty seconds, on the dot, the donut began to dilate, a subtle ffffrrrrt, at least, compared to the earlier music, escaping. The vibrations producing the sound slowed as the steel started to peak, the shimmer of metal clearly projecting from the dull matte of Kass' insides. The avian squawked as he felt a leaden sting of pain, the sphincter stretching beyond its limits trying to shit out the orb.

"Shh, don't worry," Cody reassuringly cooed out, "That's just your hole getting ruined."

With a hiss, the rito clenched, squeezing around the ball, before relaxing - _schloo oooorp _! The mass crowned, the glistening grey oozing with anal slime, then: POP! It fell free, thudding into the grass, followed by a small jet of ass-juices, almost looking like a cunt squirting. Adjoined, another moist, elongated fart echoed out, the sudden disappearance of the blockage, and the pushing muscles within, rapidly rushing air out to make a noisy queef.

Naturally, Cody's hand was a blur at the sight, groaning in joy at the left-over scene - a perfect, round 'o' shaped asshole, unable to close at all, forced to a new, gaped diameter. He could see the ribbed, walls dripping with goo, the distension reaching a fair way into the newly made tunnel. Without any control, either, the natural flow of contractions and expansions tugging air in, then releasing it out, kept a hum of relatively quiet farts regardless of Kass' intentions. Unfortunately, there was only a single thought on the greedy rat's mind:

'More.'

His hand, the one not furiously jerking his already rock-solid erection, reached for his discarded belt. After some fumbling, his frustration mounted, abandoning his dick to bob untended for a moment, the additional gripper making his task much easier - namely, fishing out several extra steel balls, a series from the initial golf-ball, to the size of a plump orange. There were four in total, counting the slime-soaked one sat upon the grass beneath Kass' tail feathers. Just imagining where the quartet of metal spheres were about to go, what they were about to do, had the rodent giddy with anticipation.

This was to be Cody's magnum opus, thus, no preparation was spared. Hocking up a wad of spit, he fired it onto the gaping hollow, palms planting on the muscular, Aegean blue-plumaged thighs, fingers massaging the tensed coils. The avian had been 'trapped' in the folded position for a while, his stamina on display as the stressed arms didn't waver. Digits moved down, another hefty lump of slaver launched for the opening, his thumbs slithering into the spread crack to massage the bubbly liquid in. It wasn't nearly as thick as the gooey anal slurry oozing from the bird's used guts, but, he wanted to ensure there was plenty of moisture present to really make the music pop - literally, somewhat.

Kass' ring was so puffy, instead of the dry, tight, wrinkled star, it was now almost completely smooth, just a doughy puckered hole that couldn't close tighter than an inch in diameter, breathing in and out like a mouth, steamy heat drifting into the open space. As he smeared his own drool across the donut, Cody occasionally let the tips of his thumbs dig slightly inside, the wet slurp of hungry ass-muscles suckling at his intrusion, and the warm, damp, swampy touch of the mucus lined colon, sent shivers through the rat's spine.

Ultimately, however, while he wished to savour the moment, the overwhelming desire to end the foreplay, and arrive at the main event overpowered any other inclination. Reaching to the floor, where the array of ass-gapers had been drawn up, he dragged a single fingertip from the largest, down the selection, resting on the slime-soaked smallest. Grabbing it between two dextrous digits, he lifted the metallic curve to the sloppy box, and, with the simplest effort, it started to slide it in, "Push." He simply commanded, feeling the counter force trying to urge the slippery sphere out. Without warning, his hand shifted away, the ball immediately rocketing out the anus with power, thudding to the ground with a dull, damp thud.

"Alright, big guy, relax, but no pushing, and when I say, clench it hard as you can. Okay?" He trilled out, "Just imagine everyone at Rito Village staring at you in horror." Cody playfully finished, giving Kass' bubbly right butt-cheek a consolidation kiss. Leaning down, he grasped the biggest of the steel orbs, lifting it until it was clearly in view of the avian. "This is how wide your new fart-box is about to be. Forever. Won't need your accordion any more, what with how gorgeous the music this asshole is going to trill."

Enough teasing, his attention fully lowered to the final task, sadly unable to bask in the momentary shock visible in those amber pupils. Pressing the curved edge against the border, he slid the sphere around, smearing what slaver and slime was available on the outer surface - occasionally adding some extra fluid with a wad of spit hocked directly to the metal. Once a reasonable slather was applied uniformly across the object, he began to ease it in, cooing reassurances as he did, his free hand slithering to assist by urging the sphincter open by lovingly massaging the puffy rim. Without undue difficulty, the ball started to slurp into the gooey hole, only a few grunts of exertions from the folded up bird. Instead of goading it further in with his fingers, he used the temporary additional girth to sneak in the next in queue, until the smallest of the quartet was being encouraged in.

With each insertion, the stretched donut squeezed inwards unbidden, the reverse ordering causing the initial struggle's results to dissipate, the fading elasticity just sufficient to manage that much. As the last of the orbs was introduced, Cody used his thumb to push it in, the entrance incapable of sealing and blocking sight of the plug, glittering in the still-present spot-light. "Clench. Hard." The rat cooed, shuffling back to get a good seat, ensuring he had an unobstructed view of that onyx ring, and that Kass would have a clear view of what he was doing in response - namely, both hands wrapping around his turgid dick to start eagerly stroking to the delightful visuals.

"Ready, jerk-bait?" He chuckled, "You knew this was where it was going, right? That I was ruining you merely so I could cum, right?" His face broke into an impish grin. "Goddess, you're so wonderfully pathetic. Keep clenching, tire out those muscles. Wear them out as fast as you can. Next time they pass through your anus, it's going to sting. To burn. You know why, right?" A longer pause, observing the avian's shuddering muscular body, folded in half of his own volition, on his back, presenting. A nod from Kass. "Now, what do we say?"

There was no silence, no hesitation, the instant he was prodded, the bird's beak loudly called in response, "Thank you, Cody, please can I ruin my own fart-box for your enjoyment?"

A quivering moan of dominant pleasure slipped from the rodent at the submissive call-out, teeth glistening in a sadistic grin. "Do it. Shit out those balls and fucking DESTROY your anus."

Immediately, Kass' black pucker dilated, the puffy rim opening wide as it stretched easily to allow the first ball to start oozing out. In a perfect premonition of what was to come, gas started to seep from the sloppy hole, the anal slime bubbling with the rush of air, a subtle brapping noise slipping free as the smallest of the orbs plopped out with a wet splat. That, however, was just the appetizer. As the second in line began to inch towards the entrance, the Kass felt the stinging he was warned of, the muscles in his sphincter metaphorically screaming as they were pushed to their limits already. A few pants, a grunt, a groan - but ultimately, the shiny, curved surface poked out, crowning from the onyx donut.

It stopped, requiring a pause to suckle fresh oxygen into his lungs, the huge rito's head rocking back. He gritted himself, squeezing his eyes shut, and tensing his upper torso, his pectorals flexing like massive balloons. _Schhhhluuuuuurp... POP - Pffffrrrrrrtttttt! _. The sphere escaped his ass' clutch, a heavy thunk as it hit the first ball on the ground, the twin mucous drenched gapers rolling into the grass unattended. Cody's gaze was transfixed on the rippling tunnel, the vibrations matching perfectly to the noisy expulsion. Already, Kass was panting, but by the way his drooling instrument was flaunting, loosening, the rat knew he hadn't regretted his choice.

The third of the procession peeked without issue, however, unlike the first two, it wasn't budging further without effort. A whiny sob from the avian, quickly reassured with a: "You can do it, big boy. Let it all out. C'mon," from Cody. He nodded, the aching only growing stronger with each push, the ecstasy accelerating twice as fast. The final vestiges of pride, of dignity, raged in his brain, the intense, undeniable desire to continue silencing it, though, not before the inklings of embarrassment solidified in the exposed bird. Inch by inch, the hefty orb peaked, just under half way, jostling forwards and backwards with the desperate pants. Deep inhale, Kass' face screwed up, every ounce of willpower pushed into his colon.

"G-Grrrh!" _THWOP- FFFttttRRRRRttbbrrrt! _. Agony and rapture in indescribable measures, floods of lurid joy, sinful pleasure, immoderate, shameful glee. Kass' eyes shot open, rolling into his skull as pure, zealous delight he'd never imagined flooded his form, his twitching, winking, farting hole bearing the cost. Cody, transfixed on the sight, had his double-fisted grip on his own dick blurring up and down, pre-cum oozing from the tip as he moaned in satisfaction. The sounds, from both ends, the muscle spasms, the curled talons, the vision of a cratered spread - he knew he was close;

"Ruin yourself, gape yourself, shit your fucking life away for my cum." His words were aggressive, his tone uncompromising, yet, still maintaining a domineering calm.

The rito was already beyond his limits, it was a miracle the ball had managed to slide inside, without assistance in pushing it out... he knew he was past the point of no return. His cock, so far unattended, untouched, unfocused, was leaking more than his wife - or any woman, really - had ever succeeded in causing. He felt the roil in his testicles, the rising pull of orgasm, he leaned up, fingers quivering in the crook of his knees, watching the rat jerk off feverishly to his own destruction.

Head rolled back, mouth ajar, tongue flopping out. The fourth sphere crested the rim of his hole. It hurt. It ached. It stung. It was the best feeling of his life. Each push sent rivulets of ecstasy surging up his spine, the fruit-sized ornament crowning out the slimy donut, requiring concentrated effort for even the slightest moment. The ringing echoes of masturbation filled the clearing, between his gurgles, his moans. A mind-shattering heave, and, suddenly.

All at once. A bassy squeal of unfettered rapture. A loud, ear-splitting fart. Prrrrrttschrrrrrpp. The wet squelch of slime-soaked steel ripping from his anus. Schluuurrrp. The splatter of two loads of jizz, one hitting feathered abdominals, the other coursing in a tall arch to splash on talons, legs, and butt-cheeks. Most demeaningly - the gooey squirt of anal juices firing like a pussy, dousing the rat's thighs and pooled leggings in ass-slime. It was a deafening choir, a cacophony of lurid details, sloppy hole, and orgasmic passion. The gaped chute, permanently rent wide, drooled slop from the puffy ring, the natural flow of gas with each inhale blasting out in noisy, wet farts.Frrrrt. Thbbbbbt. Thpptphtphphphph. Prrrrrft.

Regardless of Kass' intent, there was little he could do to make his unclosing asshole stop rippling, vibrating. Singing. Air kept streaming in, then the loose muscles inside pushed it out, the stretched, artificial circle keeping the moist, embarrassing racket flowing.

Both men panted, nuts spent, rat cum oozing down the avian's talons, his own matting into the plumage coating his chest. There was silence - the randy, unstoppable queefing notwithstanding - each of them basking in the moment. The afterglow.

His legs still locked pointing skywards, Kass groaned in aching joy, the stinging having largely evaporated, leaving the cold breeze rushing in and out of him, his hands finally permitted to unhook from his knees. The giant rito stared up, sucking air into his hungry lungs, trying to reconcile exactly what he'd done. His ass was never going to close, anywhere he went, he'd be a laughingstock - and yet, he felt the glimmer of pride with a stranger's nut dripping down his cheeks. The muscular bird sat up, a signature smile drawn across his face,

"So, where to next-." He paused, blinking in shock, "... friend?" Peering around, he found the afternoon glade empty, the sunlight beaming through the canopy adding shadows in every corner of the clearing. Unbeknownst to him, as Kass was catching breath, the mischievous Cody had already buckled his pants, and sneaked out without a word - his mission of ruining a hunk's hole completed to a 'T'.

With a shake of the head, and a loud ripping queef involuntarily escaping his soppy gape as he stood up, the bard chuckled to himself, "Hahaha, I guess he wasn't kidding about stealing hearts!"