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Chuchu Breeding

Staying in a moldy dark cave might not be our Minstrel’s brightest idea

“So cold and sudden. It has to be a sign.”

With a little chirp, Kass left the cave threshold to delve deeper. With each step he took, his voice chirped higher or lower, following one of the Court Poet’s old songs. His beak, black as coal, clicked with each key he changed while his hips swayed. His feathered beige and blue tail swayed as his claws produced that clicking sound the distant storm and the dripping water accompanied.

Most of his clothes were drenched from protecting his accordion. Even then, his feathers were only slightly damp as he outstretched his limbs. He shook them, removing the last droplets sticking to them before he neared the recently-started fire around which he had laid his clothes, almost in a circle.

“Hmm… Truly a sign,” he said then, as lightning struck, followed quasi-instantly by Thunder. He was beneath the storm. Going outside would be impossible, and the pouring rain formed a curtain that would drench his blue, white, and beige feathers down to his soft skin in a matter of seconds.

But it was fine… He had a jig with the nearest stable, but they expected him to come in a few days. He had all the time he needed as he sat and picked up his accordion.

The rich wood was in a better state than most of Kass’ clothes, the latter were covered with tiny patches even though he took great care of them. But greater care was given to the accordion he had been bestowed and started to inspect. No water in the mechanisms, the bellows were dry, and the keys answered to his touch. Their little clicking was appeasing as Kass closed his eyes and rested against a rock perfectly angled to bear his weight and support his back.

There, his chirping eased and stopped. His breath calm, he started to play. He extended the bellows, and here came the first note, stretching… Then, dropping for a second, his grip shifting.

Soon, the cave was filled with his instrument singing for him and his little chirping while he extended and stretched his legs. He did not put them any closer to the fire; he didn’t want to end up slow-cooked by the next day.

But he could feel its soothing warmth, its crackling, its presence as he played and felt somehow drowsy. He knew he couldn’t play so long and endlessly, but his eyes darting to the cave’s entrance… He almost expected that familiar Hylian face to pop in the cavern like he usually did whenever he felt the need to play his instrument.

No… Not today as he continued to play, his feathered hands moving and following the discipline he had been taught. Slight crooking finger on a key, adding variation, adding tonality… Adding his signature and own texture to the song.

It was not his Master’s style, but close. And the treble sonority he added was something he truly enjoyed as he chirped nothing more than a single note.

He was no singer, contrary to his children, who were already so talented. One day… He would return to the Rito village.

But as the song continued and his breathing slowed down, Kass knew not today nor tomorrow would be the day he returned. His song grew sluggish, and without thinking further, he stopped. He locked the instrument with the straps and put it beside him, on his right. And then, he closed his eyes, soothed by a whole different song. He listened to the droplets falling, to the fire, the lightning, and the storm outside. He had incorporated it, but now… He listened to it, peacefully, while his eyelids closed.

He was falling.

Dropping into an ocean. A place where the water expanded in all directions. He tried to swim, to push against the waves and current swallowing him. But each time he surfaced, he-

Splash!

It was a droplet. It landed on Kass’ forehead.

Yet, it was wet. More wet than the entire ocean dragging him deeper in its depths. Yet he tried to shake himself off. But there was another droplet, then more… And more until he was… Covered with it, and shivering from the icy contact.

Finally, the Ocean around him vanished, leaving him in the cold dark as he tried to open his eyes, feeling so sluggish.

No cracking fire. The storm outside had abated, becoming a faint drizzle, he could hear from the droplets dripping around. And then, there was the splashing. It was like a water skin being moved and thrown at something hard. At the stone?

“Wh-?”

Before he could speak, Kass felt a cold tentacle swab his mouth, stopping him from uttering that word. There. His eyes opened, and he blinked, feeling the thunder beating in his heart as he looked around.

The cave was plunged into darkness. Whatever had happened to his fire, it seemed to have been put out. Of his instrument and clothes, he was uncertain of what had happened to them. But as he tried to move his arms and hands, to reach for his accordion that should be at hand, he found… The restrains.

They were somewhat loose, but he couldn’t move much as he found his wrist, forearm, and shoulders locked. Worse, there was that cold sensation spreading beneath and inside his feathers, sticking to his soft skin. He winced and tried to chirp. But no, the tentacle was firmly lodged in his beak, and tendrils were holding his mouth open. No. Some were even playing with his nostrils, tingling them, and then… Slipping inside.

He wiggled, he shook, he quivered. But the tendrils were going inside his nose, and yet… He could breathe? The tendrils were cold, extremely so. They smelled like mint. And their presence in his mouth numbed his tongue as he tried to look around. Left, then right. What-

He stopped. He stopped as he noticed those red and yellow eyes, those irises practically following his every movement. He had seen it before, though he always gave the creatures a wide berth: Chuchus.

That one was definitely the reason he was stuck as it was on his chest, the creature looking at Kass. If he moved his beak right, it followed. Left, the same. Its eyes were on him, observing his every movement and… Thrilled.

Those eyes shook and twitched when Kass did, when his body nearly tensed as he sensed the Chuchu’s jelly creeping all over his legs and between them.

“Don’t do that!” would have shouted Kass, if not for his gagged mouth. Rather, there were no sounds except a muffled chirp as the Chuchu’s tendrils went over his blue-feathered thighs. They even gave the bulging muscles a squeeze through the skin and feathers.

It was evident the creature was looking for something. The cold tendrils left the exterior and crept over the adductor, covered with beige feathers. They palpated, they touched, they stroked. They even ruffled the feathers on the inside while Kass observed the action with widening eyes. He… His expression broke down in terror as he felt them exploring, drifting away from his bound knees to trace higher… Higher until they touched and stroked his beige scrotum. The feathers on it were softer, way softer and smaller. They formed something closer to a duvet, but it was not a strong defense against the three or four tendrils. Nevertheless, the tinier strands that composed them. Those strands started to split and massage his scrotum.

He groaned, he moaned. He tried to wiggle his legs and body. But as soon as he found himself capable of going on one posterior, capable of shifting the balance to pull himself free… The Chuchu yanked him back.

He would have squawked. But no. The feathers atop his head straightened, and his heart beat faster as the tendrils were now delving so deep into his duvet. He felt the strands brushing with the soft skin, and he… Shuddered. They touched him where no one but Amali had been. But where his Wife’s attention had been soft and warm…. The Chuchu was cold and intruding. It poked at the skin, and shudders followed. They explored a path along the white-feathered raphe… Up to the base of Kass’ organ.

No… Everything was outside with him, contrary to the Hylians’ expectation on the Ritos’ “cloaca”.

He… His cock was resting atop his testicles, at rest and without its entire length. Therefore, it only looked like a blue-colored stub, barely a detail amidst his groin. But the Chuchu was relentless. It poked and probed… It slid a tendril underneath his cock and lifted it, wrapped itself around, and-

“HRMPH!”

No. It was not his cock, though the touch and pokes were unnerving and almost painful. No, he felt the Chuchu’s limbs abandoning his scrotum to descend along the taint. And before long, he had them pushing against his entrance. Against and between his buns.

He heaved, he trembled. No. No.

“HRMPHHH!”

He shouted as he felt the excitation in the Chuchu. He saw those yellow and red eyes suddenly shake while the tendrils were on Kass’ posterior. He felt them press on the entrance and smear something on it. Something cold, again. Minty, surely. But… Soothing. No, numbing. He felt his asshole go numb; overtaken by that creeping cold until even when he clenched his cheeks, he couldn’t feel them touching.

“HRIIIHHH!” he tried to thrill, to chirp so loud it could be heard. But it only managed to hurt his vocal cords as he felt the tendrils hold onto his cock. However, when the sensations were cold to the touch before, the substance composing the Chuchu was starting to heat up, somehow.

It was warm. Warmer.

Much warmer as his breathing quickened. His mind started to wander. It was feeling good, now. It was feeling even… Enjoyable, like a hand firmly holding onto his cock, pulling and peeling the foreskin to uncover the purplish tip. Bulbous, wide, voluminous. And under the touch, it responded to pressure by bending slightly. However, as the Rito’s heartbeat quickened, so blood rushed to his organ as it expanded. Each time, each throb, the organ seemed to point higher and straighter while the tendrils continued to wrap around and massage it.

They rolled and coiled, stroked, and left him panting despite the tendrils firmly locking his nostrils and mouth. He could breathe perfectly fine, but the sensation of being invaded was repulsive. As much as the sensation… no… The oddity of his guts being toyed with.

He… Didn’t even feel when they penetrated him. But he felt how his guts were getting pushed aside by tendrils, how his body was adjusting to the swarming things inside him. His stomach, his intestines. Everything was moved and rearranged, teased, poked, explored. He felt the indirect consequences of the Chuchu drumming against his inner walls like a discomfort. Something that churned with his guts, and he couldn’t even see it.

“HRIIIH!” he tried again, forcing on his beak to close and snap on the Chuchu’s limb. But no, it locked his beak perfectly. Then, he let it go and dropped, his head on the stone.

His feathers even dropped, his bristling duvet on his scrotum dropped. And further than that, he sighed. Or so that was the flow escaping his nostrils through the Chuchu. He continued to sense the tendrils going under his foreskin, playing with the folds before the skin was too taut for that. He felt them pressing on the corona, going beneath it so to squeeze the cocktip up. He winced when he felt many little strands starting to wiggle against his cocktip, teasing it.

He winced some more when tired of it, the Chuchu used an entire limb and encapsulated Kass’ cock.

No. He cried.

He cried again, burning his lungs and his vocal cords as he sensed the suction apply to his cock. On the entire length. It was too brutal, too quick, too… Much. He couldn’t close his beak, even close his fists, or hit something.

Not even his eyelids as he tried to close them, only to find the Chuchu’s jelly covering them, too. He tried to look away, only to notice the red and yellow eyes slide near his face. The Chuchus could move their eyes, adapt their bodies.

But never before had he seen Chuchu’s eyes so close. Those eyes seemed to crawl over his beak, over his cheeks, and then… Drop just above his forced-open eyelids, meeting eyes to eyes. They were… odd. Filled with a purpose Kass could only guess and fear as the suction on his cock continued.

“HRMPH!” he tried again, despite the burning sensation in his throat. It was helpless; he was helpless. Still, he tried. He forced on his bindings, on the jelly mass now encapsulating his entire body, limbs, and torso comprised. It weighed on him so much he couldn’t even lift one finger at the moment.

Still, his muscles strained… And…

He froze.

His movements halted. His breath narrowly stopped as his eyes were now focused on the Chuchu’s. His mind went blank for a second, forgetting the songs, the maps, the world he had seen. For a moment, there was only that thorough and intense pleasure on his prostate, heightened by the jelly applied on his orifice, on the glans. He squawked, but the sound exited the jelly as a burbling gargle while his clawed toes extended to hit the air, to maim. But nothing.

Kass’ body was breaking apart under the orgasm. Under the powerful hit shaking him to his core. His spine arched, his legs tensed, carefully held by the Chuchu… His neck narrowly hit the rock, except for the Chuchu cushioning the hit… And swallowing him, his head.

He was finally entirely encompassed, only a distant shape visible through the Chuchu’s body. But in so, as he was entirely covered from head to toe, he was allowed to move.

Instinctively, Kass tried to extend his arms and legs, but the Chuchu’s exterior surface resisted the assault. Moreover, as he kicked and moved, he felt how the Jelly still stuck to him. Was still inside him. As he twisted and turned, trying to free himself, Kass shouted, froze, and crumbled.

He crumbled in a fetal position as he felt another orgasm stolen from him.

He wasn’t even controlling himself. He wasn’t even controlling his body. He was only the victim of those intense pangs of pleasure hitting him, starting from his abused prostate and climbing, clinging to his entire body.

In this fetal position, he was still forced to keep his eyes open and glance at the Chuchu’s eyes. Even as he tried to swat them, they reformed before his eyes, blinding him again.

Their focus, their presence… It remained on him even as those concentric red and yellow circles were starting to… Swirl.

He tried to look away, to focus in a direction where those eyes weren’t there. He tried to swim in what felt like a pool, a pond, a sea. But whenever he pushed and kicked with his legs, ready to claw at the surface of the Chuchu… The tendrils inside his ass hit him, punished him.

Again… And again, as more of his semen started to spill inside the Chuchu’s body, only to be absorbed.

Slowly… Kass stopped. His heart beat too fast, he was out of breath, sore. His muscles were so painful. Furthermore, as another orgasm was milked from him.

As his cock, growing redder and sensitive, was still massaged and squeezed. Every spot, every wrinkle, every little piece of uncovered skin was suckled on and massaged by the sleeve the Chuchu formed around his cock.

And… As he felt the pain tingling at his cocktip, as he felt another orgasm forming at his base like a fiery presence… He looked at the Chuchu’s swirling eyes.

He watched shapes forming as the swirls twisted and turned. He observed the irises at the center, irises forming a hole. A black hole. A presence to which he was drawn and dragged. He watched it as those eyes were pressed closer to his. They expanded, they became concave. And soon, they covered Kass’ eyes as eyelids would do.

He couldn’t close his eyes to the constant swirling or even look away. There were only the spirals growing more intense and colorful, the tinges of red mixing with the yellow to form different hues of orange. Forms and shapes appeared in the back of his mind before the spirals stretched them and took them away, back into the hole. Into the black hole at the center.

He tried to contort and close his beak. But no… He couldn’t and…

“HRMPHH!”

Another orgasm was milked from him. A punishment.

So… He stayed still. He didn’t move. He didn’t kick. And the suction on his cock eased. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t overly present. No, it was even soothing as the jelly’s composition changed, and the burn at his cocktip was numbed.

There was nothing but pleasure, but peace, but calm.

He… If he stayed calm, the creature wasn’t punishing him. It allowed him to be. It didn’t want to kill him. It wanted something out of him, but it wasn’t… Pain.

Pain was a punishment.

The realization hit him as he saw it in the spirals, his beak contorted into a thin smile. The pressure on his guts eased. It wasn’t as forceful as before. Even the massage on his prostate became like a faint buzzing sensation that didn’t hit… But swarmed him, blanketing his body and thoughts as he observed the spirals and the messages in them.

The Chuchu desired something. Desired him. Desired his presence.

Kass tried to make sense of it, tired and exhausted. His eyelids tried to close, and… Pain. Another orgasm was taken from him. He whined in silence, his arms tensing and all the tension within them returning but for a moment. Even his cocktip was again afire until the numbness was returned. Therefore, his eyelids lifted, and he returned to the vision.

He couldn’t see anything.

But he was starting to feel the Chuchu’s body closing around him, wrapping around his entire shape. He sensed how it wrapped around his arms and hands like gloves or clothes. He sensed it around his toes and feet as he was slowly deposited on his back. He didn’t move, didn’t force against the Chuchu.

He wasn’t bound at that instant as he felt the Chuchu’s weight coalescing between his legs.

Lift

He lifted his legs, like shown in the Spirals.

Spread them

He grabbed his buttcheeks and spread them. As the Chuchu’s surface touched, they merged, allowing him to touch his soft feathers. He pulled on the muscles to expose his gaping and swollen asshole. He smiled, watching and feeling happy as there was no pain. The tendrils did not milk him. They only stroked his fuzzy-feeling nuts and cock…

Then, something pressed against his entrance. It was not the Chuchu. The Chuchu was already inside him. But something squishy and gelatinous rubbed against his entrance. Something big, as it was bigger than Kass’ orifice… But then, it squeezed inside and weighed on his walls. He sensed it rolling against his prostate, stealing him another squawk before the shape was deposited further.

And another presented itself at Kass’ entrance.

Bred. Broodwhore. Vessel. Incubator. Big. Strong. Bearer.

He looked at the spirals. He looked at the shapes the Chuchu shared with him. He saw himself. Not as Kass. But as a big bipedal humanoid. He saw his body as the Chuchu invaded him. He saw his belly getting rounder as eggs were pushed inside.

He felt it.

He felt his body going rounder as more eggs were pushed inside him. He quivered and trembled, smiling as he felt the Chuchu tenderly massaging his prostate to reward him. The buzzing sensation going through his entire body was wondrous… And yet, growing better with each egg passing.

Broodwhore. Lay. Bear. Share. Share. Share.

With each egg, Kass felt the fire at the base of his cock grow bigger. Not something painful or needy he wanted to be gone. But a proper and incoming orgasm. Not coaxed, but guided. Slowly forming at the base of his cock while Kass smiled and breathed, slowly, steadily, through the Chuchu’s jelly.

He watched himself… Round and big with the Chuchu’s eggs, bearing and laying them.

He saw the eggs hatch and happy Chuchus leaving to meet with more bipedal creatures like him.

He saw them go round, too. And happy.

He saw them leave and also seek places where they would lay their eggs.

He saw the Chuchus spread and bring a smile to everyone.

Him, among the first… Him. Kass. Still encapsulated within the Chuchu as his pleasure was growing and finally… Exploded. In an intense and mind-numbing orgasm, his cock shot inside the Chuchu before it devoured the few white droplets.

Kass would spread the Chuchus.