Revali's Cum-Uppance
written by Festivalgrey
Revali woke to a wet, sticky slap on his cheek. The Rito warrior blinked awake, aromatic monster cum staining his feathers and making some of them stick to his skin. His whole body was sore-his beak and throat ached from deepthroating, his ass throbbed as it leaked monster cum, and his joints and limbs felt painfully stiff as he was kept in tight bondage.
This can't be happening to me, he thought miserably as he woke from one nightmare into another. Not me. I'm champion of my people. The greatest...
As his watery vision coalesced, he saw one of his captors, those ugly reptilian lizalfos, looming over him. The humanoid lizards had hunched bodies ending in long, chameleon-like tails that curled like a whip. Their faces, bedecked with a fierce horn, were set in with a pair of overlarge eyes that swiveled in their sockets.
The lizalfos waking Revali was fully erect, both of his ridged, grooved hemipenes emerging from his genital slit. He insistently slapped both of them at the side of Revali's face again, making it obvious what he wanted.
Fuck. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be happening. Falling prey to dumb monsters... used for their pleasure... that was something that happened to simpletons. Those oafish Gorons, maybe, or farmworking Hylians. It didn't happen to proud Rito warriors, and certainly not to a champion of Revali's stature.
"Go... to hell..." he spat with as much force and verve as he could muster. He tried to turn away but accomplished nothing; his wings were bound over his head, each securely lashed to a thick wooden post, and a heavy iron spreader bar hooked onto his legs. He was dangling like a recent catch, providing access to either end.
His scalebound captor was unimpressed, and Revali got the sense he wouldn't care even if he could understand the common tongue. The lizalfos forced his cocks at Revali again and the Rito tried to bite him.
The lizalfos easily avoided Revali's movement and chittered angrily. Stalking away, he returned with a metal harness that looked like a cross between a muzzle and a ring gag. The lizalfos weren't like the bokoblins and their ilk, crudely making things of bone; they were metallurgists and could craft deceptively intricate works.
Revali tossed his head to avoid having the lizalfos put the gag on him but it only bought him a few seconds. The hard, unyielding ring of metal forced itself into his beak. "No-you filth- don't-gllrk-"
The champion's words died in an indignant gurgle as the ring-gag slipped in. The lizalfos strapped it tight around his head; despite the fact that he'd endured this a lot over the past few days, Revali still winced from the discomfort, closing one eye as the other glared impotently at his captor. When the gag was securely in place, the lizalfos nodded in satisfaction, then hefted his cocks again. They were long and narrow, with ridges and bumps that played merry hell on Revali's sore, sensitive throat. Whimpering, he tried to toss his head one way and then another, but the lizard lazily grabbed the feathers atop his head and pulled his head forward to the waiting cocks.
Gods, no... please... Revali thought desperately. Not again, I...
"Ggllkk-mnngglllrrkk-"
The lizalfos shoved intside, his ridged cock slipping past the smooth mental ring and pressing into Revali's mouth. Tears budded at the corner of the Rito's eyes-not only from the discomfort of being yanked and face-fucked, but from the sheer humiliation of it. He was the greatest archer alive; the fastest flier, the pride of his people and he...
He couldn't stop this...
With a snicker of delight, the lizalfos began energetically rawing Revali's throat. The monster had no desire to make it easy on his prey; as far as the lizalfos were concerned, Revali existed for them to enjoy themselves. Anything else was immaterial. The rigid monster cock slammed past the roof of Revali's mouth, the nubs and bumps ravaging the inside of his maw. The monster cock pressed insistently, demandingly, against Revali's throat. It was a hard, painful pressure; during his days of captivity, the Rito warrior had not yet learned how to train himself to ease his throat in such a way to allow them to deepthroat him. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he wanted to learn such a 'skill'-it would be like admitting defeat. But either way, the result was the same.
"Mmmmffffppphhh!" Revali released a muffled moan, wincing, as the lizalfos's hemipene forced its way in. His throat bulged around the invading member and, inadvertently, he swallowed in an attempt to disgorge it.
This, of course, was ill-advised. The cock couldn't be expelled so easily, and all Revali's gulping and swallowing did was clash his sensitive throat even more against the unyielding dick in his mouth, bringing even more tears to his eyes. The lizalfos's tail unfurled and then snapped back, a clear display of pleasure. It was like he was rewarding this ugly beast!
Digging his scaly claws into Revali's head-feathers, the lizalfos bucked in harder, and harder still. He moved at a ferocious pace that left Revali rattling the chains and spreader bar that kept him helplesss. The Rito warrior heaved for breath through his nose and was scarcely able to keep up. His whole body felt heavy with exhaustion. Other than ceaseless sex and occasionally forcefeeding him greasy gruel or mouthfuls of water, the lizalfos hadn't done much to Revali-yet being stuck in one place and forced to take their cocks day in and day out was more than was beyond exhausting. His body ached; he just wanted to curl up on a bed and rest. He just wanted to go one day without having his beak or his ass ravaged.
But it wasn't to be. The lizalfos continued fucking him, his pace like a wild drumbeat. The beast's cock would grind against the roof of Revali's mouth, push past the tender, sore gateway of this throat, then plumb as deep as it could go, stretching him wide all the way-Revali would inadvertently swallow and bring more discomfort to himself and pleasure to his assailant. Then the beast would hike back, and press forward again-and again-
Gods, it was humiliating.
As Revali kept getting fucked, his body was jolted back and forth at the lizalfos's pace. He could feel a wet slosh in his stomach; they mostly fed him liquids, like gruel, but that pales in comparison to the cum. Between dumping it down his throat and dumping it in his ass, he'd been pumped fuller than his body could even manage. He felt wet and bloated. Could he even fly like this?
As the lizalfos approached orgasm, his movements got jerky. The hemipene would slap strange angles in Revali's mouth; from the corner of his eye, the penis's counterpart would lunge in his field of vision, paying testament to what its other one was doing. Heaving and groaning, Revali could do nothing but take it.
And then, despite heaving for breath, his lungs burned and he started to feel dizzy...
"Pfah! This so-called champion of Hyrule is nothing special." Revali glanced down at the swordsman Link, swinging his blade in a high arc. Onlooking Rito were watching him in awe, with Princess Zelda and some of the other champions standing nearby. "Any lout can swing a blade with enough practice. I command the air itself! Should't I therefore be in charge of preparing for the Calamity?
Near his heel, the champion Urbosa scoffed. She alone had joined Revali high in Rito Village, the pair of them looking off a wooden platform to the spectacle below.
"That ego of yours is going to be the death of you one day," she said bitingly. "All of us champions are talented. Perhaps what the princess was looking for was not talent, but humility." One of Revali's talons scraped against the wooden landing. "Oh, humility!" he said with faux deference. "My apologies, great chief of the Gerudo. True, war and destruction might be facing our land, but how silly of me to not remember to have the right tone."
Urbosa shook her head, looking as she might about a sullen child. "You are being willfully obstinate and know it," she said. "You already command the great Medoh and have a position of high prestige. What more could you ask for?"
"To not take orders from a half-mute lapdog," Revali muttered, glaring down. How dare the Rito-his people-show favor to this... this brazen outsider! "Whoever the greatest warrior is should be the leader. I could rout a whole enemy camp with ease."
Urbosa laughed in that aggravatingly maternalistic way that seemed natural to mature Gerudo.
"Oh, 'could' you say? So you haven't done so yet?"
Revali bristled at her tone. "Well, have you?"
"No," she purred, "but Link has. So perhaps the best warrior is leading us."
Her gentle mockery needled him all through the night, through the celebratory banquet; it kept him up in the dark.
Damn it all, he could rout an enemy camp if he wanted to. So why shouldn't he? Why not?
Angrily, in the dead of night, Revali rose and readied his bow. There was a sizable horde of lizalfos menacing trade down near Satori Mountain, wasn't there? He could prove that he was right.
He'd show them all!
He was able to fly straight south, bypassing the silly roads that Hylians and other groundbound races had to confine themselves to. Was he supposed to think that someone who couldn't even fly was better than him? No. Impossible. Flight was everything in this world-it's why Revali was better than the Hylians, and better than these lizalfos too.
He saw their camp as a flicker of faint firelight in a thick forest that abutted a marsh not far from the trail. Perhaps Link or Mipha might have urged caution, but he had flight on his side. What was there to worry about?
Revali rained arrows from the mantle above, peppering the lizalfos with a piercing hail. The beasts scattered this way and that, each of them trying to avoid the assault. Some of them returned fire, their arrows whistling through the air. Revali was able to dodge their assaults; he had to admit, they were firing better in the dark than he expected. Were they nocturnal? Well, no matter. Even if they had him at a disadvantage, he was still a champion.
"Come on, you brutes!" he taunted, plugging a lizalfos in the forehead with an arrow. "I'll show you who's best!"
The lizalfos rallied and started throwing spears and even shooting shock arrows at him. The tempest of counterfire would have overwhelmed a lesser warrior, but triumph burned in Revali's breast. He had this.
One of the lizalfos grabbed what looked like a hooked metal sword and chucked it at him. It whipped through the air and soared harmlessly past.
Revali scoffed. "Is that the best you've got?" he demanded.
That's when the boomerang-for what else could it be?-smacked him in the base of his neck. Stunned, the bird fell earthward, splayed in a bush. Immediately the lizalfos peppered him with shock arrows, the electricity leaving him even more helpless, and more of their kind rushed him.
They ripped his bow from his paralyzed winds and dashed it into pieces, and as Revali's eyes widened in disbelief, they grappled their paws all over him.
He assumed they would kill him, and in the end, he probably wished they had.
Taking their captive in hand, the lizard monsters ripped his clothes from him, leaving him bare and helpless. As they angrily-and triumphantly-surrounded him, hemipenes started to unfurl from genital slits. Revali's eyes widened as he realized what they obviously had in store for him.
"N-no," he choked desperately. One of the lizalfos yanked his tailfeathers up, exposing his tight ass, and then there was a pressure at his rear.
"W-wait, no-YYAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
And Revali's voice broke as they took him through the night.
The once-proud Rito warrior was fucked awake. He groaned out of slumber, reliving his first awful night of capture. He'd been too weak and paralyzed to resist, and when they had finally tired of him, they'd clapped him in cords and chains and turned him into their little fuckthing.
How long had it been since then? Only a week or so, right? It had to be. Yet, in some ways, it felt far longer...
The thick press of lizard cock against his rectum made him grimace; a moan rolled out of his beak despite it. The ring-gag was still fitted into him and the salty tang of monster cum bubbled against his tongue; it was clear that they'd fucked him through his delirium.
(But of course they had. Why would they want to give him a break?)
His body felt like jelly and his ass and mouth were caked with cum. As the monster ravaging his ass continued having his way with him, Revali lurched forward and his stomach churned, audibly sloshing. Groaning from the tightness of it, the unwanted nature, he chanced a glance at his own body and his heart sank.
His stomach was a notable, sloshy paunch that sat beneath his torso. Gone was the athletic, toned form of the proud Rito warrior; instead, he was a plump, vulnerable plaything whose stomach looked and sounded like a repository for monster cum. The lizalfos enjoying him fucked in again, even harder, and the cum inside Revali eddied against itself, like he was an overripe fruit brimming with juice.
"N-no..." Revali moaned. He felt totally, utterly conquered by this. Even if he escaped, this laden stomach and the way it threw off his center of gravity would stop him from flying. He excelled in the air, and was barred from it as long as he was these lizards' plaything. He... he couldn't...
"Hnnnh!"
He groaned again as the lizalfos shoved into him and pulsed, its cock painting him with thick monster cum. He felt it settle heavily in his gut alongside the rest and sobbed as his stomach surged out just a little bit more. He could feel his own cock-why was he hard, he didn't want this, he hated this-straining against the oncoming surge of his flesh. The lizalfos slipped out of him and pointed at his erection, mocking him. Its other cock had splattered cum all against his tied-up wing.
But before Revali even had a moment to process, two more lizalfos lined up. Of course, he wasn't just one monster's plaything. He belonged to the whole camp, now...
The next lizard shoved a hemipene into Revali's mouth and the Rito scrunched his eyes tight as he was throatfucked yet again. He tried to relax his throat this time-who cared if he was a champion, he just didn't want to suffer anymore-and was only partially successful. His throat and mouth were so sore from continual use, even the gentlest use would have made him shudder; and, of course, these things were anything but gentle.
But as that one enjoyed his beak, another lizalfos strolled up behind him. Revali felt the claws steadying themselves against his rump and then-
Wait, what? He felt two hemipenes pressing against his puckered ass.
"Nnnnnn!" he moaned desperately around the cock in his mouth. They couldn't actually want him to take both hemipenes at once, it was insane! "NNNNNNN!"
But without warning, the lizalfos shoved in, and only then did Revali learn what it was truly like to be used.
The spread was unbearable. His ass was already tight and unused to invasions even now, but the two cocks spread him wider than he would've thought possible. He could feel them nudging and pressing up against each other in such a way that they rubbed against each other with every breath-and against his anal walls, too.
As the lizalfos began energetically pounding his ass, Revali began to sob. He could feel it all: the aching stretch, the unyielding hardness. Each and every bump and ridge and groove rubbed and slammed against his sensitive walls. All the while the other monster kept on fucking his mouth. It was unbearable. Unbearable.
Help me, Revali thought desperately. He felt broken. Defeated. He wouldn't escape this, not without help. Zelda... Urbosa... anyone... please, help me. He needed help. He'd take it from anywhere. Even Link.
His cock was still hard. The worst thing about this wasn't just the exhaustion or the pain, it was that his body also enjoyed it a little bit. He... he liked being a monster fuckthing. He liked it more day by day. He was terrified of what would happen after he spent a month in their clutches.
Or a year...
Would he even want to be rescued? Would he want to go back? Would he be able to cum without their help? Would he even remember life before his capture?
The thought was beyond hellish to him.
Help me, he thought again.
The lizalfos in his ass slammed in and his two cocks inadvertently pressed something hard inside Revali's body. The ex-champion closed his eyes in shame as he jetted hot spunk across the dirty lizalfos camp. His monstrous captors pointed and laughed at him, chittering away in their nonsense language. But he didn't need to know words to understand. Mockery was universal.
Finally the beasts in him both held and groaned and Revali was pumped full of cum-but this time from three dicks instead of his usual one. He gulped it down his throat and felt it seeping through his backdoor to sit wet and heavy against the rest of his stuff. His already plump stomach ballooned out even more until he looked like he had an over-inflated beach ball for a stomach. Even the lightest touch would make it jiggle and slosh, and now he knew that not only was flying beyond him, but walking as well.
And it seemed his captors understood this too. They unhooked him from his gag and his bonds and even the spreader bar, leaving Revali slumped face-down, held aloft by his own cum-filled tummy. He hiccupped and groaned, and felt the monster seed settle inside him. It was trickling from his rear and his mouth and he was certain that no matter how he scrubbed, he would never wash it clean.
He wasn't a champion anymore. He didn't even feel like a Rito. He was just a helpless captive, a fuckpet, and all he could do was pray someone found him.
"Help me," the once-proud avian muttered, his breath reeking of cum and his wings uselessly patting his swollen stomach. He wasn't going anywhere. "Someone..."