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Clipped Wings: Dawn Till Dusk

They shouldn't have had this many monsters in assistance with the Lizalfos migration. My

confidence is my pride and that will never waver, yet that gaggle of beasts saw through my

plan to ambush upon our watchtowers just outside the village. There was no chance I was

going to let those filthy curs path round the spired rocks my people perch upon. I wouldn't

let them get within one mile. Even with the disappearances of so many of my soldiers; I

knew with the strength of all those I'd trained by my unbreakable side that there was

nothing they could throw at us that would stagger our guard.

I couldn't foresee the artillery they would mount in their assault. Arrows tipped with bombs

flung at the base of my tower long before our targets were in range, shattering the stability

of five platforms in an instant. Immediately I spread out my wings and kept myself afloat.

Bow clutched in my talons as the anger seethed, eyes darting in any and all directions I

could face until I landed on the shadowed figure of a Lynal standing with that ugly blank

face mocking me. I would have landed a shot right between his furrowed brow were it not

for the sudden theft of my bow, snatched with the grotesque tongue of a Lizalfos from right

under me.

I turn just a second too late, the oversized critter leaping upon me like some wild animal

with my prized bow in his grip. On reflex and with no time to dodge through the air, I guard

myself with my wing just as a sharp sudden pain shocks throughout my bicep and sends

me hurtling down into the hazy stench of battle.

The earth strikes me, tumbling across its muddy surface as I desperately fight the inertia.

Gasping, I raise my head and try to analyze the state of my surroundings only to find myself

utterly ashamed. Everywhere I looked, my men were knocked out or beaten. Manhandled

and subdued with a few even shamefully kneeling in submission. Were these men I'd

rallied? Were these the soldiers I trained?! If my supervision wasn't enough then they're

nothing more than hopeless cowards!

My bow snapped me from my anger, however. Clattering just a few feet from my beak. I

tensed and strained with a wing reaching out. My bow was my strength; if I could just get a

hold of it, just one more chance, then I would punish these fiends for ever daring...

*CRACK*

It was unthinkable. Not even one minute had passed between the theft of my bow and now,

yet I'm forced to suffer the sight of its body mangled and snapped beyond repair under the

hoof of that filthy beast! I look up in disgust, that ugly Lynal baring those dead eyes down at

me like I'm some lesser being! If I had my bow...

My wings latch onto the grip that I suddenly find firmly wrapped around my throat, an

undignified squak leaping from my beak. I should have known it was a Moblin from that

cloud of filthy stink they carry everywhere. That degradation was not going to go

unpunished. I kicked and writhed in his grasp as he lifted me high like I was some kind of

trophy. My clenched eyes opened to a sight that had a cold sweat flooding the underside of

my feathers. All my soldiers had been completely devastated. Not a single one was still

struggling, each and every one of them on their knees or unconscious. But the shame

struck when I noticed they were all staring at me. The emotions all overwhelmed me at

once. Never had anyone ever seen me in a moment of weakness, I would never allow it! But

now, I was in the grasp of this massive monster, trying and failing to break free in the clear

open. Not a single thing I did made a difference. I was just as overpowered as the rest of

them. Their champion, Revali the champion.

I felt as though my pride itself was being actively desecrated. I tried to scream at them,

demand they fight back! But instead the words became a jumbled mess in my beak, barely

able to pass through the grip of that monster only to eventually spill from my mouth as a

weak; "S-stop staring...!"

Yet they looked on, those expressions of shame and shock burning into my mind.

Eventually the Moblin blindsighted me just as I was starting to loosen his grip, a blunt strike

to the gut making my whole body fold up as I was suspended in the air. This humiliating

expression on my face hung as my beak opened wide, trying to take back the air pummeled

from inside me. I was dropped, doubling over with loud unwelcome coughs echoing

throughout the field. I got what I wanted, yet there was nothing else I could do now I was

out of his hold. Clutching my beak, I lifted my head and saw that bastard Lizalfos clutching

one half of my broken bow. I reeled back as he started to walk toward me, brandishing my

own beloved weapon like it was nothing more than some impromptu bat. My eyes widened

and my wing raised up instinctively to cower behind. The weapon struck my head

regardless, leaving me too many seconds of reeling in the pain and anguish before

mercifully I succumbed. I was disgusted that they gloated over their victory before finishing

me off, but unbeknownst to me, they never planned to end it there.

The aches I'd suffered still haunted me as I roused with a pained groan, jostled awake in the

sway of someone's hold. I opened my eyes with a sight to the ground, slung under the arm

of whoever it was that was carrying me. It was so undignified, I thought. But then it all

rushed back to me in a single moment. Panic seeped in with the realization of what exactly

was happening to me. It was the grip of a worthless Lizalfos I found myself in, just two of

them walking me to gods know where. I pushed myself against the monster to free myself

only to find I was completely bound up, wings and talons tied together keeping me from

lashing out. I pulled and writhed and rocked and squirmed as hard as possible, trying to tug

at some imperfect knot these stupid beasts would've overlooked. But no matter how much

I writhed it simply wouldn't budge.

I would've kept trying as long as it took, were it not for some deeply disturbing sounds

echoing from behind me.

I should not have, but I quickly turned my attention toward those repeated squelching

thumps and pained moans. It was a sight too ghastly for words, something I'd never once

considered I'd be forced to witness. It was one of my own men, held down by some ugly

Lizalfos and forcibly bred with. I didn't even know what I was looking at for a long time as I

was passing by, it couldn't have been real of course, this can't have been what they actually

do to people. It was unfathomable. The way he suddenly looked at me, eyes of weak

despair quaking behind a wing as he desperately reached out toward me, locking with my

eyes, begging me to do something, anything despite how clearly bound I was; it was like I

was force fed some bitter pill that festered in my stomach. My eyes glazed and drifted away

from the sight, I struggled to consider that the same was going to befall me, and each time I

did my mind blanked. I had to snap myself out of it, I felt with an encroaching panic. They

cannot do this to me! I've slain dozens of monsters double the size of these filthy lizard

freaks! Not a chance under the blood moon they'll treat me like some kind of perverted toy

to play with. Not me!

Yet still I was bound. Yet still they hoisted me off into their den. As the shade covered us, I

looked to the sky and saw as it was pulled further and further away. All of a sudden; time

was moving all too fast. They unceremoniously thumped me onto the ground. Even as the

grip of his arm slid from me I was still completely powerless in those binds. The rough

chafes beneath the stiff rope only seemed to emphasize the vanity of my struggles. I was

lifted and shoved into a thick post before getting forced onto my knees; a position I'd sworn

off ever taking. One beast binding my bonds to the post. I continued struggling, waiting for

the moment the transition would lead to a moment I could slip out. But the next thing I

knew, those two thuggish feral monsters bore their beady little eyes down on me after

affixing me to this simple post. No more could I rely on the error of sentiance, not that these

things even counted.

I should have been making headway, I should have broken free long before it got to this

point. For a moment they left me and in that moment I took every chance I could, writhing

and tugging, pulling as hard as I damn could no matter how much it dug into my wings. I

didn't even care to stay quiet, hollering and squawking in the most humiliating ways

imaginable for the faint hope I could break the rope, or the post. Break my wings! I don't

care! Just get me out of this!

In the haste of my struggles, I was suddenly blindsighted by one of those lizards having

returned behind my clenched eyes. He reached for me as I recoiled, his claws digging into

my skull and yanking me forward. I was already infuriated with this treatment, but then his

bright pink, throbbing length invaded my vision. I didn't want to look at it, I didn't want to

believe he was actually going to get this chance. To desecrate me with that stinking length. I

had a few more moments left, if I could just break free...

A terrible wash of shame punctuated the eventual contact that filthy member forced

against my face. On instinct I pulled away, of course. But with his grip on my skull I could

barely shift an inch, quivering and straining to pull away like i was some weakling between

the grip of his claw and that nasty schlong. It's residual slime sunk into my facial feathers

with the stain of that disgusting musk. He gloated for a good few moments, coating my face

in that wet stench. Treating a great warrior like me as property to be marked, he's a fool to

shame me like this and I will make sure he knows it. Eventually he pulled it back off my

face, letting it hang there as if he expected some kind of treatment from me...just before he

slapped me. Smacked me against the beak. I didn't care if it was on purpose or if this beast

can't control his own filthy member, that kind of humiliation won't result in just a quick

death once I'm out of here...I looked up and tried to convey that to him with the sharpness

of my gaze...but it just slapped me again, my beak falling open for just a single moment of

vulnerability. Then in an instant it was inside me. My throat instantly seized up in shock right

as he started grinding the tip into the back of my mouth. No matter how much I gagged,

trying so much to resist it from puncturing my esophagus he just kept on pushing. He had

to stop, my eyes opened wide and rolled up as my whole body quaked. It was like that

tension I felt coming this far only just registered now that my mouth was starting to get

violated. Despite how much my throat was seizing, he still fed inch upon inch down my

gullet as his grasp on my head prevented me from pulling away. He finally reached the end,

his grip keeping me still, as still as he could with my entire body twitching and convulsing. It

was my worst nightmare, a nightmare I'd not even considered for even one moment in my

darkest hour.

I hate to call it a mercy, but i felt a shameful wash of relief as he pulled my head back from

the shaft I'd been speared on. It was short lived however as he forced it back down all over

again. I re-lived the pain and the shame on some kind of hellish cycle. My throat eased over

time, but that only added to that horrible sensation I was trapped in. I hated the feeling of

my gagging throat being invaded by this hideous creature, but I hated even more how my

body slackened its resistance. I wasn't ready to give up, not ever. Yet somehow I was

allowing this disgusting member to pump even faster into my sore, slack esophagus. It only

got worse, his other claw clutching the back of my head before he forced me to bob and

pump my own head for him. He was forcing me to feel as though I was getting him off

myself. Willingly sucking off this monster. I didn't think it would get any worse than being

beaten on the battlefield...

There was another thought I was neglecting as he violated my mouth. I reeled when it

suddenly washed over me like a veil of malice itself. He's going to orgasm. That slime is

going to slide down my throat like the most bitter of poison, one that would forever taint the

pride I've protected so deeply all my life. My eyes opened and I started to make these awful

panicked whimpers. My gaze darting and flicking before a shudder made them roll up into

my skull. If I was going to get out, it needed to be right now...

It overwhelmed me like a rushing tsunami crashing over a panicked city. I didn't know what

it was, if what I felt was exactly what I feared. But that repugnant taste, it was exactly as

horribly bitter as I thought it was. The feeling of gagging over that long invasive cock as that

thick slimy cum oozed out of my beak hanging wide open was far too much to handle. I

knocked and punched against the posts as every overwhelming emotion imaginable beat

down on my psyche, needing some release and taking everything I could get.

It lasted for so long, I couldn't breathe for well over half of it. Slatherings of cum poured

over my chest and down my mouth. I don't know if I swallowed any of it, I didn't dare to

think I did. I needed a victory, please give me this I begged. It felt so off when he pulled out. I

was coughing up splatters of his cum all over the ground, wheezing desperately after so

long without a breath of air. He just made me suffer the deepest humiliation of my life, yet

yanked his shaft from me without a moment of consideration. He didn't act like he just

violated the greatest warrior this land has to give, I was just another hole to him.

As it turns out, this wasn't the outlier I'd considered and deeply hoped it was. Immediately I

was assaulted again by some other Lizalfos waiting for his partner to clear out. He was even

harder, this clear precum beading on the end of his vile shaft. Clearly he was watching, that

much was evident by his raging arousal.

It was so sudden. He plunged his cock hard inside my aching throat and already started his

violation. My eyes flung open wider, the despair must have been evident deep within them

beyond the squeaks and whimpers I was forced to eek out. The sick monster must have

liked that, I could feel him twitching in my throat as he got rougher and rougher and rougher,

my resistance meaningless in the face of pure malice. Everything blurred, my vision was

fading...darkness enveloping my senses...his orgasm erupted within this miasma of misery,

more cum stuffing my airways with as much being dislodged by my violent coughs as I

could while he stayed inside me...but it wasn't enough. I couldn't breathe...my thoughts

grew hazed over along with everything else. Nothing existed but the feeling of that monster

continuing to pump me like his toy, until even that faded from consciousness as one

final...mercy...

I didn't think any time had passed at all. My gaze started to rise once again, weak from

abuse. There was still a pumping shaft forced into my throat though there was no claws

digging into my skull. When I tried to move, i only got a pain pulling against my tassles. They

must have tied them to the post, suspending my head for them to keep pounding even after

I'd passed out...so...sick. The sun had all but faded from the outside. I coughed and

spluttered but it made no difference. I couldn't resist, couldn't fight. There were so many

more to come, so many behind him as he swabbed my throat. I was fading out again. Going

dark...

I was jolted awake the moment I was dumped onto the rough floor, falling into this mess of

spunk and slime. They'd untied me from the post, this was the chance I was waiting for. But

I couldn't move...could barely think. They hoisted me up and started to drag me out into the

open. I couldn't see, no strength left. Eventually, I felt myself topple over. Thrown

haphazardly into some small space. I look back, this small cage firmly slammed shut with a

Lizalfos separated from me between the gate. I looked away in shame and attempted a

deep breath...but something caught in my throat. I started convulsing and writhing as my

body pulsed and violently rocked, clutching at my beak with eyes wide open just before I

hucked up a spew of thick slimy cum that'd been clogging my throat. I stared at the pile I

just coughed up as everything all at once struck me.

I was just violated, more than I ever thought I could be. Some corruptive monsters just tied

me up and did nothing but spew their filth down my throat one after another. I couldn't bare

thinking of it, of how I let it come to this...but a sharp chipping noise drew my attention

away to the outside just on the other end of those bars.

One of those things just marked something on a wood sheet, a single line. If it was a tally,

what did that mean? Just what was he implying?! I crawled to the bars and snarled at him

from inside the cage, his tiny little eye pointing right toward me just before he suddenly

jerked his whole body right up to the cage and peered inside. I recoiled like a coward,

unable to hold back after what they did to me. He made that...chirp as he stared me down. I

know a taunt when I see one...he gave me no more time before he dismissed himself from

me, walking away to whatever bed of filth these things lay themselves in.

I was alone...trapped. I tried the gate, but I was still so weak...I couldn't budge it. I would not

be trapped here one more day, that I swore. My legs were bound but I could just barely

reach my beak down, just far enough to snip my way through those ropes. Freeing my legs

as best I could, I was prepared...tomorrow will be different, I swear it.

They will regret ever even considering the unforgivable actions they've committed

themselves to.

Whether i'd shaken my shame and managed to get a wink of sleep was irrelevant. So many

sleepless hours had passed wallowing in humiliation that, for all I know, I didn't reach one

second of rest. When I eventually decided i'd had enough and roused from my fetal curl, I

felt weaker than I ever had before. No amount of intensive training ever left me this sore and

brittle. My eyes barely open, my head throbbing in pain as my throat chafed against itself.

It was day. Mid day. The monsters roamed back and forth throughout the small camp,

beyond the gaps in this flimsy cage. They swap jobs and chirp at each other like they're

trying to look civilized. The very notion these feral beasts believe themselves to be of any

higher intelligence then the creatures they resemble sickened me.

I knew I could break out if I tried, the thin twigs they fashioned aside flimsy metal twisted

together easily undone and snapped with my talons I was sure. But I knew that staging a

breakout in the peak of day was idiotic. I would wait for nightfall...silently escape and then

return to enact my revenge...

Hours seemed to pass. I could hear more of my men being forced on throughout the day.

Most of which I recognised...It was torturous having to listen hour after hour; screams and

wails silenced by the gag of what I could only dread to think. I'd outright refuse, but the wet

squelchy hacking that soon followed didn't allow me. When my strength would return, I

would kill every last monster here...and every blood moon I would return and enact my

wrath against them all over again. The thought was a heavenly ray beaming on my battered

body.

But somehow, I wasn't getting any better. I was still so weak...so tired...so sore...I needed a

real rest. Yes, I must purge my thoughts and sleep until nightfall. I must be...ready...

I was completely caught off guard when it happened. So thoroughly deep in sleep that my

body refused to fight back before my legs were grabbed and I was dragged out of the cage

by some brute. I looked up to find a tall red Moblin dragging me through the camp in the

dead of night. I tried to struggle but he'd clutched his filthy paw around my ankles leaving

me with nothing but a pair of bound wings. I cursed my terrible fortune.

Eventually I was pulled into the shelter of a huge skull, the same one they'd violated me

within just a day ago. Passing by a large black Moblin standing by the entrance, he turned

his gaze down to me and made a dismissive snort as I was pulled away deep into the cave.

The first thing that hit me was that repugnant stench of monster trapped in the hollow

structure, a mix of masculine musk barely leaking out the narrow entrance ways leaving

most of it to marinade the occupants in a stew of filth. There was a cacophony of grunts

and chirps echoing between half a dozen monsters watching me be dragged in from the

outside.

To my dismay, I was brought right to the middle of their predatory gazes. Into a clearing

illuminated by a single fire lamp. The Moblin carrying me pulled me up suddenly, dangling

me upside down as his blunt claws grip hard into the back of my head. He dropped my legs

down to the ground and grabbed me by the wings tied behind my back. I was collapsed

onto my knees and forced to bend over in the worst way imaginable. That dirty beast

kneeling behind me in a most uncomfortable position.

I wasn't able to look back no matter how hard I tried, my eyes failing to focus on his position

as he kept my head locked in place. That attention was broken the moment that sickeningly

familiar slimey shaft prodded my beak. I had to stifle an expression of exasperated fear the

moment my eyes landed upon it, steeling my nerves against the trauma they'd inflicted on

me just the night before.

It hung there as though I was expected to present my open beak like some kind of trained

pet. Instead my eyes darted around the space, trying to avoid painful eye contact with any

of the monsters in audience to my humiliation as I manage to peek down by my left

talon...a stray arrow right beside the Moblin's leg...If I could just reach my foot down...get a

decent grasp on it then...maybe...

All too suddenly the Lizalfos whisked it away with that grotesque tongue. My eye widening

in in a state of shock and panic as I lose sight of it in that instance. In a moment, that very

same arrow is lowered into view as if to extinguish the hope it could've sparked. I heard

some kind of chirp flutter from his maw quickly followed by this stinging pain across my

rear. My beak flung open preceding a gasp I failed to suppress. My punishment was obvious

as it had been the day before...that long filthy shaft invasive probing my gullet and beating

against the resistances my throat was still seizing. The Moblin harshly twisted my head and

started rocking me back and forth along that twitching cock as my eyes clenched shut,

enduring the shame.

He kept me pumping up and down vigorously with the strength of an Ox, that slithering

cock snaking down my throat. They were double teaming me, wearing away at my defenses

quickly. Forcing my airways to adapt lest the pain get unbearable. I found my throat opening

up for him, left with seemingly no choice anymore but to let my body be desecrated among

these feral beasts.

I couldn't help but start gagging out loud the moment cum spewed into me, those

undignified sounds spilling out of me like the buckets of slime these monsters constantly

pumped down my throat. With the exit of his softening cock, I finally managed another full

breath of air marred with the splatters of cum oozing out of my mouth. I quivered in shame

with the cacophony of monsters surrounding me driving that sense into my head.

A slab of heat unfurling against my back drove all other senses away however...something

thick and wet trailed down my back and that mass of meat throbbed and pulsed against my

rear. Not this...this is too much, I begged. Preyed. But no deity seemed to care.

I was pulled up suddenly, arm locking my head against the collar of this beast. His viscous

tongue trailed against my face, drooling over my chest and down my legs where his huge

shaft began rising between them. It lifted as high as my gut before finally ending, throbbing

and twitching in full view of every monster that surrounded us. He was threatening to break

me right here...in front of everything.

By the time they'd prepared me for use, My wings had been cut loose and rebound to the

hanging light dangling from the ceiling. My legs were left loose to fold and writhe, trying my

best to cover as much as I can as they all stared at me. I struggled and pulled on the light

but nothing would budge no matter the strength I put behind my writhes. All the while they

watched and groaned, growled and chirped. Those sounds enough to mock me at this

point. The only thing they didn't do was gag me...

That beast lumbered up to me from behind and smeared my back in his wet oozing head,

marking that thick precum deep into my back as I struggled to writhe away. He grabbed

around my waist and I felt that filthy head slide down my back and between my tailfeathers,

grinding underneath. My eyes went wide and I tried whatever I could to pull away. His

spongy head leaking slime right up against my clenched hole. I could feel each warm drip

coating the underside of my tail. My eyes were wide open and darting over everything, panic

seeping deep into my mind as the pressure began to build more and more.

"N-no, no!" I blurted out upon deaf ears...the grip around my waist tightening the more I

struggled. I couldn't fathom it any longer, every proud bone of my psyche shattered as

bravery abandoned me. I started making degrading whimpers and panicked stutters. I no

longer cared about my position as a proud champion; I would do anything to end this

before he...

*pop*

The pain was even more searing than I had envisioned, stretched out around that filthy

behemoth trunk as it sunk into me. The scream I let loose was sharp and jagged as my

whole body writhed and reared, rocking and pulling on my restraints as I try to shake his

grip from me to no use. He crammed what must have been most of that monster so deep

into my guts I thought I would've fainted. Yet still with each moment he seemed to slide

deeper and deeper. More and more cock feeding into my exposed rectum.

He started pumping eventually, viciously beating my insides into the shape of his disgusting

cock, pain pulsing down my legs and through my stomach with each and every deliberate

thrust. His grunting filled my ears with the grip he had on my hips digging in deeper, the

monsters watching us snorting amongst their senseless chatter as they stroke their

disgusting cocks. Getting off as I get ruined in each and every sense.

It didn't take as long as it should've before I felt something that sent a cold sweat

smattering over my shoulders and down my spine...my wet, drooling slit was starting to

open up. I felt even more powerless, whining in despair at the sight of my own cock starting

to poke forward and stiffen. I tried to cover myself with my own thighs but the evil monster

using me had other plans, grabbing my thighs and spreading me out in the open, putting me

and my unwanted stiffy on full display for every mocking gaze peering down at me.

"E-enough...!" I begged between whining like a small weak creature. My thighs quivered and

shook as my hole only seemed to slacken with each passing moment. The Moblin forced

himself so deep my stomach bulged, his hips beating against mine with copious dollops of

slimy precum spilling down my thighs. There was an intense pressure building in me,

pulsing in the tip of my cock as if it had been forced out by the huge Moblin's cock

throbbing inside me...I couldn't bare to think what was about to happen, but I was

powerless to stop it. Especially as that first drop of cum was squeezed out of me...

"Ah hah! N-no. Not like this...!" I begged. But it built more and more, cum oozing to a stream

until my whole body convulsed. The orgasm rocked me to my core, cum squirting out of my

stiff cock all over the clearing in clear, unbroken view of each and every monster privy to my

humiliation. It was all so overwhelming with every conflicting feeling amalgamating into a

horrific internal mess. In that instant more than ever, it felt like it was over...that I'd finally

lost. My head dropped and I let out weak moans each and every pound that beast

continued to pound into me...

The swell in my stomach sickened me as his grunts overwhelmed my ears. The monstrous

Moblin finally reached his orgasm and came inside me. My insides were on fire, smothered

in the oil pumping out of his shaft. My insides were stretched out and soiled with his filth.

Forever staining my guts an off white like the corruption he was born from was sinking into

my body from the inside.

My legs quaked and clenched when he eventually slid that long shaft out of my ruined body.

My hole hung wide open with the sound of thick cum draining out onto the floor. Everything

I've ever held dear, my reputation, my pride, my skill. It was all dashed into dust in two long

days. These monsters emptied me and filled me with their own corruptive sludge. There

was nothing to do but gasp and expel the filth they've stuffed inside me before I'm past the

point of my own mental recovery...

Then the next stepped in behind me. I gasped loud and writhed hard the second he sunk his

dirty nails into my hips.

"No more...! M-mercy...!" I weakly begged to no avail...he slid inside me without a moment

of hesitation or consideration. I was forced to relive it all over as if the first time never even

happened. Like a nightmare had just come to life...

Hours passed. I was used again and again like I was their toy. I thought that it was never

going to end, like I truly had been killed in that battle and now I was trapped in some sick

purgatory of my own personal hell...used by monsters. By the time the dawn broke and the

end came; my tailhole was gaped raw and oozed a constant stream of their thick cum into

the pool under me...

I was cut down suddenly, falling into the mess piling up on the ground around me. In a haze

I felt being hoisted up and carried off. I wasn't even struggling anymore while I was slung

over the shoulder of whatever carried me.

I was flung back into the cage I'd spent the entirety of the last day inside. Slammed against

the back of the cage I tried to right myself only for my legs to buckle and for me to fall. Cum

endlessly poured out of me, my panting getting higher as a sudden surge fountained from

my gaping hole, leaving a mess I had to lay in. I tilt my head and watch as another mark is

added onto the tally. Day 2...that's all I've been through. I let out an uncomfortable groan

and sunk into the mess monsters stuffed inside me. It's not over...I will not let it end like

this. I will not...I can't...

Day 3:

They grouped a lot of the other Rito together and put us all in a row, bringing up one after

another to be bent over this post and ruined in front of everyone...one of them tried to run

but he didn't get far, pounced on by some dirty Lizalfos and used. Kicking and screaming

while being pounded into submission right in front of us. After all that, they forced me to my

feet and made me stand in front of everyone...the look on their faces. Of course they knew

who I was. I wanted to say something to rally them, but I was already bent over and

penetrated before I got the chance. They all just watched as I was railed. The shame of my

unwanted erection poking forward as they all stared was unbearable. Yet, even after I was

seeded, they made two more monsters use me one after the other...they must have known

of my status amongst my people...

Day 5:

I struggled against my restraints as this Moblin threatened to penetrate me, trying as hard

as I ever would to break through a kink in their bindings. He must have had enough because

he suddenly released me just like that. Cut my bindings down. But it was just another way

to mock me. He stood over me with his arms out, begging me to start fighting back if I really

thought I could...I tried to use the opportunity to flee out of the cave but more of those

monsters blocked me off. So I stood my ground and used the opportunity I'd wished for...I

flew over him and dove, swiping my talons against his face. He would regret ever testing

me! But I couldn't land a strike on him before he grabbed my talon and struck me down to

the ground. I tried to roll back away but I landed in the arms of one of those other

monsters...immediately he shoved me back into the Moblin. Landing squarely against his

chest. He grabbed my wings, twisting them into a painful lock behind my head before he

slammed his fist into my gut and forced me onto my knees. He shoved me down onto the

ground and straddled his weight on my chest, that stinking bulge grinding against my beak,

smearing that musk into me until I was forced to gasp. His massive cock stretched out my

throat as I panicked and reached out, trying to grab something I can use to knock him

off...but I couldn't...slowly choking on his dick in defeat...

Day 8:

Their leader returned today...immediately I was taken to see him. I was shoved to my knees

in front of a massive Silver Moblin sat on a throne of cloth and wood. I didn't even bother

looking at him until the Lizalfos angrily chirped and grabbed my head, forcing me to stare

this behemoth down. His legs were spread wide open with a throbbing bulge filling out the

loose loincloth he'd had wrapped around his waist. He stood up and took hold of my head

before dismissing his men. He turned and dragged me up to his throne before a violent pull

sent me face first into the bulge of his loins. I gasped with his stained cloth smearing into

my face, quickly pulled aside as his cock slowly started to rise in front of me. He laid back

motionless as he stared down, my head buried in the pit between his hanging balls and

throbbing cock. With a flick of his tongue, he mimed my purpose. I growled in disgust, of

course. That earned me a painful slap to my back. In the end I did exactly what I was

told...cleaning off this monster's filthy junk with nothing but my tongue...I can still taste him

just as strongly as ever...

Day 10:

After spending two days tending to the leader, he eventually let the other monsters have

their way with me once again. There was a massive conglomeration of monsters from all

over, Lizalfos and Moblins and Bokoblins all came together in front of a raging fire with me

alone to entertain. I was tossed and pulled between so many at once, pounded one end

and choked the other one after the other in an unending cycle all through the night,

Bokoblins mostly just delighted in cumming all over me, smearing their filth into my

feathers as the bigger monsters gaped me out. I was so numb half way through the night

that I couldn't even bother resisting. I resigned to letting them rail me...sucking off their

cocks...

Day 13:

They'll be here any moment...I m-must defy it somehow. Can't let them know they've

won...wh-what did I just...? What is wrong with me? They're opening the cage...coaxing me

out. My eyes are open but nothing is in focus. My beak is open and assaulted with cock

before I even consider anything else. He's coming from behind...just one more second and

I'll pull away, just one more moment and I'll resist. Endure sucking his...cock...one more

time. Can't let them know...they've won...