𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝
Story by raheem on SoFurry
Wings Clipped, Pride Stripped
Dawn's faint light crept over the jagged hills, casting long shadows across the lizalfos camp
nestled in a clearing near Tabantha's edge. Revali gripped the bars of his bone-made cage,
the rough, uneven surface biting into his talons. His feathers, once pristine, were dulled by
dust and despair. Outside, two lizalfos stood watch, their forms indistinct in the half-light,
while a bokoblin paced nearby, its grunts low and impatient. Revali's beak clenched, his
eyes burning with defiance despite the ache in his wings, bound tightly behind him. He was
the Rito champion, master of the skies-yet here he was, caged like a common beast. The
lizalfos chittered softly, their voices a grating hum, and the bokoblin's hoof scraped the dirt,
but none approached. Not yet. Revali's grip tightened, his pride warring with the sinking
realization of his predicament. He'd flown too boldly, struck too recklessly at their camp,
and now... now he was theirs.
Midmorning brought a harsh awakening. The cage door rattled open, and claws yanked
Revali out, dragging him to a patch of trampled grass. His knees hit the ground, and before
he could protest, a lizalfos loomed over him, its tapered penis already glistening as it
nudged his beak. Revali recoiled, but a scaly hand gripped his head-feathers, forcing his
face forward. The cock pressed past his beak, its slick, narrow tip sliding over his tongue
with a musky tang that made him gag. He tried to pull back, but the lizalfos's claws
tightened, shoving deeper. The shaft thickened as it went, stretching his throat, the tapered
end probing far too deep. Revali's eyes watered, his chest heaving as he struggled for air,
but the lizalfos only thrust harder, its movements jerky and relentless. The cock filled his
airway, cutting off breath, leaving him dizzy as his throat spasmed around it. Each thrust
scraped his tender maw, the ridges along the shaft catching painfully. He clawed at the
ground, talons digging uselessly, his muffled chokes echoing in his ears. The lizalfos
hissed, its tail twitching, and then it surged forward one last time, flooding Revali's throat
with thick, hot cum. The deluge overwhelmed him, spilling past his beak as he coughed
and sputtered, the bitter taste clinging to his tongue. The lizalfos withdrew, leaving him
gasping, humiliated, as the camp's other denizens watched with guttural amusement.
Noon's heat baked the clearing, and Revali found himself sprawled on his back, the ground
hard beneath him. Two bokoblins had claimed him now, their forms hunched and eager.
One knelt between his legs, its humanoid cock thrusting into his ass with slow, deliberate
strokes, each push a dull burn that made him wince. The other stood above him, its cock
jammed into his beak, pounding with a frantic pace that left Revali reeling. The bokoblin's
shaft was thick, blunt, filling his mouth completely as it slammed against the back of his
throat. Fluids-cum and drool-dripped upward, streaking his face, matting his feathers as
gravity pulled them toward his eyes. "Gllrk-kkk-" His gags were constant, each thrust
choking him, his lungs screaming for air. The bokoblin at his mouth moved like a beast
possessed, its hips a blur, while the one at his rear kept its measured rhythm, stretching
him with every unhurried plunge. Revali's wings twitched uselessly, pinned beneath him, as
he choked again, "-mmngg-kkk-" The bokoblin's cock in his beak pulsed, and with a
guttural squeal, it unleashed a torrent of cum, hot and viscous, flooding his mouth. Some
dribbled out, joining the mess on his face, while he swallowed reflexively, gagging on the
bitter flood. The bokoblin pulled back, snorting in satisfaction, leaving Revali coughing, his
throat raw and his vision blurred by the fluids pooling upside-down.
Dusk painted the sky in bruised purples, and Revali knelt in the camp's center, his arms
bound behind him by coarse rope that bit into his feathers. The rope suspended him
upright, forcing his chest out, his knees trembling from the strain. Below him, a bokoblin lay
sprawled, its humanoid cock thrusting brutally into his beak. The shaft was relentless,
slamming past his tongue, hitting his throat with punishing force. Revali's eyes streamed
tears, his gags a wet, desperate chorus- "gllkk-hrrk-" Each thrust drove deeper, the
bokoblin's hips snapping upward, its claws digging into the dirt for leverage. Revali's
strength faltered; he couldn't breathe, his lungs burning as the cock filled his airway. In a
fleeting surge of desperation, he jerked his head back, straining against the rope, his neck
muscles screaming as he fought for a single gasp of air. The bokoblin snarled, undeterred,
and Revali's energy drained fast. His body sagged, the rope cutting deeper as he slumped
forward, the cock sliding back into his mouth, inch by agonizing inch. It filled him again, the
blunt tip grinding against his throat, and he moaned weakly, his will crumbling under the
endless assault. The bokoblin's thrusts resumed their savage pace, leaving Revali limp, his
beak a helpless vessel for its pleasure.
Midnight's chill settled over the camp, the firelight flickering weakly. Revali was bound to a
crossed wooden pike, his arms and legs lashed tightly, his body sagging against the
restraints. His once-proud clothing hung in tatters, shredded strips clinging to his cum-
slicked feathers. His bow lay shattered in the dirt nearby, its splintered remains a cruel
reminder of his fall. Hours of facefucking had left him a wreck-cum coated his beak,
dripped from his chin, and matted his chest, the sticky mess glinting in the dim glow. His
eyes were half-lidded, dulled by exhaustion and shame. A lizalfos approached, its tapered
cock already hardening as it eyed its new slave. Revali barely stirred, his voice a faint rasp.
"Please... no more..." But the lizalfos didn't care for his pleas. It stepped closer, its claws
brushing his thigh, and Revali's head lolled, too weak to resist. The camp's other monsters
grunted and chittered, their eyes fixed on the spectacle, as the lizalfos positioned itself,
ready to claim him anew. Revali's gaze drifted to the broken bow, a final stab of despair
piercing his heart-he was no champion now, only a captive, bound and broken, lost to the
night.