To make a Bird sing
To make a Bird sing
Request Story for @jojolione involving Kass and his plowable teats
“He’s… Beautiful.”
“Thank you. He’s our most prized specimen.”
“Hrmphhh… M-Moooore!”
“Yes, yes. More, we’ll give it to you.”
With a groan, with a sigh, and the loincloths were lifted. Beneath them were the hairy and greasy flesh-colored cock, uncut and steamy. Their scent was strong, maybe from a steady diet of mighty bananas. Or was it their usual scent? Nevertheless, their hairy scrotums dropped while their wide and musky cocks started to throb, and for their aroma to tempt the bird.
“P-Please! I need bananas!”
“Bananas?”
“A part of his conditioning.”
The flesh was soft, wrinkled, yet started to straighten then arch up when the blood pumped within. The tension was visible, strong… The girth naturally pulled on the foreskin as its wrinkles were forcefully smoothened, revealing the mushroom-shaped tips. Their colors were slightly darker, yet glimmering in the barely lit cavern. And what precum that dribbled from their urethras, it slipped over and down. It followed the natural bend, the gravity, as the droplets traced a path along the mast. Along the length. Down to those musky and enormous testicles, supported and held in those pouches strapped to their waists. A necessity as those balls were so round, so perfectly filled, so stuffed, they had to be bolstered, or it would hinder their movements.
“P-Please! Pleaseee!”
“Should we do-”
“Shhh.”
“Please! Please! I will do everything! I worship you, my Masters! And your Lord! Please! Use me! I need it!”
Squirming against the ropes, even the mighty wings, capable of withstanding tempests, were powerless. Those legs, rigid and defined for landing, couldn’t escape and wiggle out of that kneeling position. And no amount of muscle beneath the sandy, white, or blue feathers could allow Kass to escape. Not that he seemed to seek such freedom as his eyes and face remained veiled under a Yiga’s headpiece, with only his beak slipping free from under the fabric.
“Do you regret helping the killer of our Lord?”
“YES! YES! YES!”
“Do you accept to worship us and our Lord?”
“YES! ANYTHING! ANYONE! I WANT YIGA COCKS!”
“Will you help us betray your kind?”
“ANYTHING FOR MY LORDS!”
Kass cried out loud, giving up on his faith, his duty, and his dreams.
The large Rito’s instrument had been broken down, and the remains scattered a while ago, putting an end to his work as a minstrel. Instead, he had been bestowed a better and more glorious purpose.
One that was to be admired as the eyes drifted from the feathers and plumage, onto the slime coating them. On the Chuchus wiggling and bobbing all around the room, their shapes and colors variegating from tiny Blues to a large Green. And the Yigas were making efforts not to step close or to push the jellies away with the torches.
Just so they could stay naked and comfortable, with only their masks on their faces.
“How long did it take to break him like this?”
“Only… Three days?” mentioned the smaller of the two, a little Hylian with a potbelly and hirsute musculature. His hand went to his mask, scratching it before he went to his friend, who looked closer to a Blademaster with his wideshoulders and wider posture. Then, they looked down at Kass.
At the Rito as another Chuchu was climbing along his bound legs. Even if the Rito might have tried to shake them off in his first hours, he didn’t move an inch anymore. No, he wasn’t even fazed by the sensation of cold jelly slipping against his feathers. He welcomed it, embraced it as it sank beneath the feathers, meeting with his skin, and then continued the path onward. Upward.
“Hhh… Another child,” moaned the Rito, his beak splitting in a smile while the two Yigas were approaching and pointing their cocks at that beak. Their tips were barely a whisper, a touch away. And by any account, the Rito shouldn’t have been able to see them.
Yet, as they approached, his long and wormy tongue slipped outside, purple, and pressed against the smaller Yiga’s cock. It poked at it, gave it a lick, while the Hylian grumbled.
“Master! Master! You’re back!” shouted the stupid and forgetful Rito, uncaring for the saliva dripping from the beak.
“Yes. Keep working. Concern yourself with our cocks.”
In such a daze and broken state, the Rito did not resist and had his tongue nudging and prodding at the cocktip. It even started to coil around, though the shortness of that tongue only allowed for a partial touch, a partial circling around the cocktip.
It was all that mattered to the Rito. Worship.
Not the Chuchus climbing over his legs, many more joining the first.
They climbed over his legs, over his lower belly. And many were welcomed by the Rito’s erect cock. Reddish, pointy, girthy. The Rito possessed quite a cock whose end gaped naturally. And winked when one of the Chuchu climbed along the edge. The tiny jelly-like creature squeezed itself as it climbed, suctioning on the skin as it formed a ring that climbed over the Rito’s length. It went higher and higher, the ring shrinking and yet gaining in volume, until there was no ring at all but one Chuchu droplet at the end of the Rito’s cock.
The two eyes wiggled around, focusing on the Yigas getting their cocks licked in tandem… Then those eyes slipped down, along with the rest of its body inside that urethra.
“Hh-! Master! There’s one more!” cried the Rito, his tongue stopping and his smile growing wider.
And so grew the bulge on the underside of his cock. With an intense blue coloration, the round bump descended inside Kass’ cock, ready and eager to meet with the base and disappear inside. To join the many more forming the blue bulge inside the Rito’s groin. Or the watermelon-sized testicles he bore. They were wiggling, moving, churning with more Chuchu than it was possible, and the glowing blue tint was proof that he had been entirely overtaken. He would be a weapon as those Chuchus were to breed and be used against the other Ritos.
“What- It needs to eat! But can’t! My pitiful balls are for our Lord!”
“Is he-”
“Silence, bitch,” growled the smaller Yiga as he picked one Green Chuchu off the Rito’s feathers. And two Blues. The trio he then placed higher, uncaring for the creature fighting against his palm.
“Wait… Is it?”
“They’ve already taken over that bird head,” answered the smaller Yiga, chuckling underneath his mask as he placed the Green chuchu atop Kass’ head. And the blues on his chest.
A growl of disgust came from the Blademaster. But he observed how the Green seemed to bob left and right, unable to pick a direction before it finally went left. He saw it ooze, squeeze itself through the headpiece only to leave a tiny green stain on the fabric, amidst many, before it bulged beneath it. It bulged and slipped on the right side of the Bird’s head before it disappeared. And the Rito cried.
He cried, bawled, salivated, as the Chuchu penetrated his ears and added pressure inside that thin skull, breaking Kass’ psyche further and further. The creature would wiggle, join with the hive mind forming around the pretty Bird’s brain. It would spread and slowly corrupt, seep inside it until nothing was left of the Minstrel.
“When we will get him back to the Rito village, he will have no other choice but to corrupt the others,” chuckled the smaller Yiga as he approached, passed a finger on where the blue Chuchus had been… And smacked his cock against the Bird’s cleavage.
The two Chuchus had already moved along. Their paths were direct and traced, leaving a blue trail, leading to the Bird’s overswollen and glowing breasts. His teats were already suckled by the Chuchus, each taking one of the purplish nubs to squeeze it, to massage, to compress it. Their tiny bodies moved separately, unaware and uncaring for the Yiga’s cock slipping between the breasts. The feathers were particularly soft there, wondrous to the touch, tantalizing like a caress. And the smaller Yiga groaned as he started to rub his cock against the cleavage, letting the tits’ natural girth and tonicity maintain the pleasant pleasure around his cocktip and mast.
“Hrmphh… You have to give it a try. Those tits are wonderful,” chuckled the smaller Yiga as he flicked one Chuchu.
The Creature’s eyes went on the Yiga for a moment, then returned to focus on the nipples. They suckled, they teased. But their desires were way different as the duct finally opened. In one moment, the tense and tiny nubs outstretched as the jellies slipped inside, stretching the teats until they looked like plainly open canals, no different than a cunt, an asshole, or a gaping mouth.
One that remained wide and dripping as blue ooze dripped from the hole, stopped only by the Bladermaster’s index plugging one.
“Is it safe… If I try those nipples before we send the bitch home?”
“Yeah,” said the smaller Yiga, grinning… And lying.