{"sf1_id":null,"sf2_id":"egLL6dBm","title":"Clipped Wings Dawn Till Dusk","author":"raheem","words":6540,"posted_at":"2026-03-23T03:28:17.000Z","tags":["Gang-Rape","Legend Of Zelda","Lizalfos","Revali","anal","rape","rito"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/egLL6dBm-clipped-wings-dawn-till-dusk","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/egLL6dBm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/44/eb/44eb5081-b832-483d-aea0-517ca014be2f","description":"Story written by Eneiram","content":"Clipped Wings: Dawn Till Dusk  \nThey shouldn't have had this many monsters in assistance with the Lizalfos migration. My   \nconfidence is my pride and that will never waver, yet that gaggle of beasts saw through my   \nplan to ambush upon our watchtowers just outside the village. There was no chance I was   \ngoing to let those filthy curs path round the spired rocks my people perch upon. I wouldn't   \nlet them get within one mile. Even with the disappearances of so many of my soldiers; I   \nknew with the strength of all those I'd trained by my unbreakable side that there was   \nnothing they could throw at us that would stagger our guard.   \nI couldn't foresee the artillery they would mount in their assault. Arrows tipped with bombs   \nflung at the base of my tower long before our targets were in range, shattering the stability   \nof five platforms in an instant. Immediately I spread out my wings and kept myself afloat.   \nBow clutched in my talons as the anger seethed, eyes darting in any and all directions I   \ncould face until I landed on the shadowed figure of a Lynal standing with that ugly blank   \nface mocking me. I would have landed a shot right between his furrowed brow were it not   \nfor the sudden theft of my bow, snatched with the grotesque tongue of a Lizalfos from right   \nunder me.  \nI turn just a second too late, the oversized critter leaping upon me like some wild animal   \nwith my prized bow in his grip. On reflex and with no time to dodge through the air, I guard   \nmyself with my wing just as a sharp sudden pain shocks throughout my bicep and sends   \nme hurtling down into the hazy stench of battle.   \nThe earth strikes me, tumbling across its muddy surface as I desperately fight the inertia.   \nGasping, I raise my head and try to analyze the state of my surroundings only to find myself   \nutterly ashamed. Everywhere I looked, my men were knocked out or beaten. Manhandled   \nand subdued with a few even shamefully kneeling in submission. Were these men I'd   \nrallied? Were these the soldiers I trained?! If my supervision wasn't enough then they're   \nnothing more than hopeless cowards!   \nMy bow snapped me from my anger, however. Clattering just a few feet from my beak. I   \ntensed and strained with a wing reaching out. My bow was my strength; if I could just get a   \nhold of it, just one more chance, then I would punish these fiends for ever daring...  \n\\*CRACK\\*  \nIt was unthinkable. Not even one minute had passed between the theft of my bow and now,   \nyet I'm forced to suffer the sight of its body mangled and snapped beyond repair under the   \nhoof of that filthy beast! I look up in disgust, that ugly Lynal baring those dead eyes down at   \nme like I'm some lesser being! If I had my bow...   \nMy wings latch onto the grip that I suddenly find firmly wrapped around my throat, an   \nundignified squak leaping from my beak. I should have known it was a Moblin from that   \ncloud of filthy stink they carry everywhere. That degradation was not going to go   \nunpunished. I kicked and writhed in his grasp as he lifted me high like I was some kind of   \ntrophy. My clenched eyes opened to a sight that had a cold sweat flooding the underside of   \nmy feathers. All my soldiers had been completely devastated. Not a single one was still   \nstruggling, each and every one of them on their knees or unconscious. But the shame   \nstruck when I noticed they were all staring at me. The emotions all overwhelmed me at   \nonce. Never had anyone ever seen me in a moment of weakness, I would never allow it! But   \nnow, I was in the grasp of this massive monster, trying and failing to break free in the clear   \nopen. Not a single thing I did made a difference. I was just as overpowered as the rest of   \nthem. Their champion, Revali the champion.   \nI felt as though my pride itself was being actively desecrated. I tried to scream at them,   \ndemand they fight back! But instead the words became a jumbled mess in my beak, barely   \nable to pass through the grip of that monster only to eventually spill from my mouth as a   \nweak; \"S-stop staring...!\"  \nYet they looked on, those expressions of shame and shock burning into my mind.   \nEventually the Moblin blindsighted me just as I was starting to loosen his grip, a blunt strike   \nto the gut making my whole body fold up as I was suspended in the air. This humiliating   \nexpression on my face hung as my beak opened wide, trying to take back the air pummeled   \nfrom inside me. I was dropped, doubling over with loud unwelcome coughs echoing   \nthroughout the field. I got what I wanted, yet there was nothing else I could do now I was   \nout of his hold. Clutching my beak, I lifted my head and saw that bastard Lizalfos clutching   \none half of my broken bow. I reeled back as he started to walk toward me, brandishing my   \nown beloved weapon like it was nothing more than some impromptu bat. My eyes widened   \nand my wing raised up instinctively to cower behind. The weapon struck my head   \nregardless, leaving me too many seconds of reeling in the pain and anguish before   \nmercifully I succumbed. I was disgusted that they gloated over their victory before finishing   \nme off, but unbeknownst to me, they never planned to end it there.  \nThe aches I'd suffered still haunted me as I roused with a pained groan, jostled awake in the   \nsway of someone's hold. I opened my eyes with a sight to the ground, slung under the arm   \nof whoever it was that was carrying me. It was so undignified, I thought. But then it all   \nrushed back to me in a single moment. Panic seeped in with the realization of what exactly   \nwas happening to me. It was the grip of a worthless Lizalfos I found myself in, just two of   \nthem walking me to gods know where. I pushed myself against the monster to free myself   \nonly to find I was completely bound up, wings and talons tied together keeping me from   \nlashing out. I pulled and writhed and rocked and squirmed as hard as possible, trying to tug   \nat some imperfect knot these stupid beasts would've overlooked. But no matter how much   \nI writhed it simply wouldn't budge.  \nI would've kept trying as long as it took, were it not for some deeply disturbing sounds   \nechoing from behind me.   \nI should not have, but I quickly turned my attention toward those repeated squelching   \nthumps and pained moans. It was a sight too ghastly for words, something I'd never once   \nconsidered I'd be forced to witness. It was one of my own men, held down by some ugly   \nLizalfos and forcibly bred with. I didn't even know what I was looking at for a long time as I   \nwas passing by, it couldn't have been real of course, this can't have been what they actually   \ndo to people. It was unfathomable. The way he suddenly looked at me, eyes of weak   \ndespair quaking behind a wing as he desperately reached out toward me, locking with my   \neyes, begging me to do something, anything despite how clearly bound I was; it was like I   \nwas force fed some bitter pill that festered in my stomach. My eyes glazed and drifted away   \nfrom the sight, I struggled to consider that the same was going to befall me, and each time I   \ndid my mind blanked. I had to snap myself out of it, I felt with an encroaching panic. They   \ncannot do this to me! I've slain dozens of monsters double the size of these filthy lizard   \nfreaks! Not a chance under the blood moon they'll treat me like some kind of perverted toy   \nto play with. Not me!   \nYet still I was bound. Yet still they hoisted me off into their den. As the shade covered us, I   \nlooked to the sky and saw as it was pulled further and further away. All of a sudden; time   \nwas moving all too fast. They unceremoniously thumped me onto the ground. Even as the   \ngrip of his arm slid from me I was still completely powerless in those binds. The rough   \nchafes beneath the stiff rope only seemed to emphasize the vanity of my struggles. I was   \nlifted and shoved into a thick post before getting forced onto my knees; a position I'd sworn   \noff ever taking. One beast binding my bonds to the post. I continued struggling, waiting for   \nthe moment the transition would lead to a moment I could slip out. But the next thing I   \nknew, those two thuggish feral monsters bore their beady little eyes down on me after   \naffixing me to this simple post. No more could I rely on the error of sentiance, not that these   \nthings even counted.   \nI should have been making headway, I should have broken free long before it got to this   \npoint. For a moment they left me and in that moment I took every chance I could, writhing   \nand tugging, pulling as hard as I damn could no matter how much it dug into my wings. I   \ndidn't even care to stay quiet, hollering and squawking in the most humiliating ways   \nimaginable for the faint hope I could break the rope, or the post. Break my wings! I don't   \ncare! Just get me out of this!  \nIn the haste of my struggles, I was suddenly blindsighted by one of those lizards having   \nreturned behind my clenched eyes. He reached for me as I recoiled, his claws digging into   \nmy skull and yanking me forward. I was already infuriated with this treatment, but then his   \nbright pink, throbbing length invaded my vision. I didn't want to look at it, I didn't want to   \nbelieve he was actually going to get this chance. To desecrate me with that stinking length. I   \nhad a few more moments left, if I could just break free...   \nA terrible wash of shame punctuated the eventual contact that filthy member forced   \nagainst my face. On instinct I pulled away, of course. But with his grip on my skull I could   \nbarely shift an inch, quivering and straining to pull away like i was some weakling between   \nthe grip of his claw and that nasty schlong. It's residual slime sunk into my facial feathers   \nwith the stain of that disgusting musk. He gloated for a good few moments, coating my face   \nin that wet stench. Treating a great warrior like me as property to be marked, he's a fool to   \nshame me like this and I will make sure he knows it. Eventually he pulled it back off my   \nface, letting it hang there as if he expected some kind of treatment from me...just before he   \nslapped me. Smacked me against the beak. I didn't care if it was on purpose or if this beast   \ncan't control his own filthy member, that kind of humiliation won't result in just a quick   \ndeath once I'm out of here...I looked up and tried to convey that to him with the sharpness   \nof my gaze...but it just slapped me again, my beak falling open for just a single moment of   \nvulnerability. Then in an instant it was inside me. My throat instantly seized up in shock right   \nas he started grinding the tip into the back of my mouth. No matter how much I gagged,   \ntrying so much to resist it from puncturing my esophagus he just kept on pushing. He had   \nto stop, my eyes opened wide and rolled up as my whole body quaked. It was like that   \ntension I felt coming this far only just registered now that my mouth was starting to get   \nviolated. Despite how much my throat was seizing, he still fed inch upon inch down my   \ngullet as his grasp on my head prevented me from pulling away. He finally reached the end,   \nhis grip keeping me still, as still as he could with my entire body twitching and convulsing. It   \nwas my worst nightmare, a nightmare I'd not even considered for even one moment in my   \ndarkest hour.  \nI hate to call it a mercy, but i felt a shameful wash of relief as he pulled my head back from   \nthe shaft I'd been speared on. It was short lived however as he forced it back down all over   \nagain. I re-lived the pain and the shame on some kind of hellish cycle. My throat eased over   \ntime, but that only added to that horrible sensation I was trapped in. I hated the feeling of   \nmy gagging throat being invaded by this hideous creature, but I hated even more how my   \nbody slackened its resistance. I wasn't ready to give up, not ever. Yet somehow I was   \nallowing this disgusting member to pump even faster into my sore, slack esophagus. It only   \ngot worse, his other claw clutching the back of my head before he forced me to bob and   \npump my own head for him. He was forcing me to feel as though I was getting him off   \nmyself. Willingly sucking off this monster. I didn't think it would get any worse than being   \nbeaten on the battlefield...   \nThere was another thought I was neglecting as he violated my mouth. I reeled when it   \nsuddenly washed over me like a veil of malice itself. He's going to orgasm. That slime is   \ngoing to slide down my throat like the most bitter of poison, one that would forever taint the   \npride I've protected so deeply all my life. My eyes opened and I started to make these awful   \npanicked whimpers. My gaze darting and flicking before a shudder made them roll up into   \nmy skull. If I was going to get out, it needed to be right now...  \nIt overwhelmed me like a rushing tsunami crashing over a panicked city. I didn't know what   \nit was, if what I felt was exactly what I feared. But that repugnant taste, it was exactly as   \nhorribly bitter as I thought it was. The feeling of gagging over that long invasive cock as that   \nthick slimy cum oozed out of my beak hanging wide open was far too much to handle. I   \nknocked and punched against the posts as every overwhelming emotion imaginable beat   \ndown on my psyche, needing some release and taking everything I could get.   \nIt lasted for so long, I couldn't breathe for well over half of it. Slatherings of cum poured   \nover my chest and down my mouth. I don't know if I swallowed any of it, I didn't dare to   \nthink I did. I needed a victory, please give me this I begged. It felt so off when he pulled out. I   \nwas coughing up splatters of his cum all over the ground, wheezing desperately after so   \nlong without a breath of air. He just made me suffer the deepest humiliation of my life, yet   \nyanked his shaft from me without a moment of consideration. He didn't act like he just   \nviolated the greatest warrior this land has to give, I was just another hole to him.   \nAs it turns out, this wasn't the outlier I'd considered and deeply hoped it was. Immediately I   \nwas assaulted again by some other Lizalfos waiting for his partner to clear out. He was even   \nharder, this clear precum beading on the end of his vile shaft. Clearly he was watching, that   \nmuch was evident by his raging arousal.   \nIt was so sudden. He plunged his cock hard inside my aching throat and already started his   \nviolation. My eyes flung open wider, the despair must have been evident deep within them   \nbeyond the squeaks and whimpers I was forced to eek out. The sick monster must have   \nliked that, I could feel him twitching in my throat as he got rougher and rougher and rougher,   \nmy resistance meaningless in the face of pure malice. Everything blurred, my vision was   \nfading...darkness enveloping my senses...his orgasm erupted within this miasma of misery,   \nmore cum stuffing my airways with as much being dislodged by my violent coughs as I   \ncould while he stayed inside me...but it wasn't enough. I couldn't breathe...my thoughts   \ngrew hazed over along with everything else. Nothing existed but the feeling of that monster   \ncontinuing to pump me like his toy, until even that faded from consciousness as one   \nfinal...mercy...  \nI didn't think any time had passed at all. My gaze started to rise once again, weak from   \nabuse. There was still a pumping shaft forced into my throat though there was no claws   \ndigging into my skull. When I tried to move, i only got a pain pulling against my tassles. They   \nmust have tied them to the post, suspending my head for them to keep pounding even after   \nI'd passed out...so...sick. The sun had all but faded from the outside. I coughed and   \nspluttered but it made no difference. I couldn't resist, couldn't fight. There were so many   \nmore to come, so many behind him as he swabbed my throat. I was fading out again. Going   \ndark...  \nI was jolted awake the moment I was dumped onto the rough floor, falling into this mess of   \nspunk and slime. They'd untied me from the post, this was the chance I was waiting for. But   \nI couldn't move...could barely think. They hoisted me up and started to drag me out into the   \nopen. I couldn't see, no strength left. Eventually, I felt myself topple over. Thrown   \nhaphazardly into some small space. I look back, this small cage firmly slammed shut with a   \nLizalfos separated from me between the gate. I looked away in shame and attempted a   \ndeep breath...but something caught in my throat. I started convulsing and writhing as my   \nbody pulsed and violently rocked, clutching at my beak with eyes wide open just before I   \nhucked up a spew of thick slimy cum that'd been clogging my throat. I stared at the pile I   \njust coughed up as everything all at once struck me.  \nI was just violated, more than I ever thought I could be. Some corruptive monsters just tied   \nme up and did nothing but spew their filth down my throat one after another. I couldn't bare   \nthinking of it, of how I let it come to this...but a sharp chipping noise drew my attention   \naway to the outside just on the other end of those bars.   \nOne of those things just marked something on a wood sheet, a single line. If it was a tally,   \nwhat did that mean? Just what was he implying?! I crawled to the bars and snarled at him   \nfrom inside the cage, his tiny little eye pointing right toward me just before he suddenly   \njerked his whole body right up to the cage and peered inside. I recoiled like a coward,   \nunable to hold back after what they did to me. He made that...chirp as he stared me down. I   \nknow a taunt when I see one...he gave me no more time before he dismissed himself from   \nme, walking away to whatever bed of filth these things lay themselves in.   \nI was alone...trapped. I tried the gate, but I was still so weak...I couldn't budge it. I would not   \nbe trapped here one more day, that I swore. My legs were bound but I could just barely   \nreach my beak down, just far enough to snip my way through those ropes. Freeing my legs   \nas best I could, I was prepared...tomorrow will be different, I swear it.   \nThey will regret ever even considering the unforgivable actions they've committed   \nthemselves to.  \nWhether i'd shaken my shame and managed to get a wink of sleep was irrelevant. So many   \nsleepless hours had passed wallowing in humiliation that, for all I know, I didn't reach one   \nsecond of rest. When I eventually decided i'd had enough and roused from my fetal curl, I   \nfelt weaker than I ever had before. No amount of intensive training ever left me this sore and   \nbrittle. My eyes barely open, my head throbbing in pain as my throat chafed against itself.  \nIt was day. Mid day. The monsters roamed back and forth throughout the small camp,   \nbeyond the gaps in this flimsy cage. They swap jobs and chirp at each other like they're   \ntrying to look civilized. The very notion these feral beasts believe themselves to be of any   \nhigher intelligence then the creatures they resemble sickened me.   \nI knew I could break out if I tried, the thin twigs they fashioned aside flimsy metal twisted   \ntogether easily undone and snapped with my talons I was sure. But I knew that staging a   \nbreakout in the peak of day was idiotic. I would wait for nightfall...silently escape and then   \nreturn to enact my revenge...   \nHours seemed to pass. I could hear more of my men being forced on throughout the day.   \nMost of which I recognised...It was torturous having to listen hour after hour; screams and   \nwails silenced by the gag of what I could only dread to think. I'd outright refuse, but the wet   \nsquelchy hacking that soon followed didn't allow me. When my strength would return, I   \nwould kill every last monster here...and every blood moon I would return and enact my   \nwrath against them all over again. The thought was a heavenly ray beaming on my battered   \nbody.   \n  \nBut somehow, I wasn't getting any better. I was still so weak...so tired...so sore...I needed a   \nreal rest. Yes, I must purge my thoughts and sleep until nightfall. I must be...ready...   \nI was completely caught off guard when it happened. So thoroughly deep in sleep that my   \nbody refused to fight back before my legs were grabbed and I was dragged out of the cage   \nby some brute. I looked up to find a tall red Moblin dragging me through the camp in the   \ndead of night. I tried to struggle but he'd clutched his filthy paw around my ankles leaving   \nme with nothing but a pair of bound wings. I cursed my terrible fortune.  \nEventually I was pulled into the shelter of a huge skull, the same one they'd violated me   \nwithin just a day ago. Passing by a large black Moblin standing by the entrance, he turned   \nhis gaze down to me and made a dismissive snort as I was pulled away deep into the cave.   \nThe first thing that hit me was that repugnant stench of monster trapped in the hollow   \nstructure, a mix of masculine musk barely leaking out the narrow entrance ways leaving   \nmost of it to marinade the occupants in a stew of filth. There was a cacophony of grunts   \nand chirps echoing between half a dozen monsters watching me be dragged in from the   \noutside.  \nTo my dismay, I was brought right to the middle of their predatory gazes. Into a clearing   \nilluminated by a single fire lamp. The Moblin carrying me pulled me up suddenly, dangling   \nme upside down as his blunt claws grip hard into the back of my head. He dropped my legs   \ndown to the ground and grabbed me by the wings tied behind my back. I was collapsed   \nonto my knees and forced to bend over in the worst way imaginable. That dirty beast   \nkneeling behind me in a most uncomfortable position.   \nI wasn't able to look back no matter how hard I tried, my eyes failing to focus on his position   \nas he kept my head locked in place. That attention was broken the moment that sickeningly   \nfamiliar slimey shaft prodded my beak. I had to stifle an expression of exasperated fear the   \nmoment my eyes landed upon it, steeling my nerves against the trauma they'd inflicted on   \nme just the night before.   \nIt hung there as though I was expected to present my open beak like some kind of trained   \npet. Instead my eyes darted around the space, trying to avoid painful eye contact with any   \nof the monsters in audience to my humiliation as I manage to peek down by my left   \ntalon...a stray arrow right beside the Moblin's leg...If I could just reach my foot down...get a   \ndecent grasp on it then...maybe...   \nAll too suddenly the Lizalfos whisked it away with that grotesque tongue. My eye widening   \nin in a state of shock and panic as I lose sight of it in that instance. In a moment, that very   \nsame arrow is lowered into view as if to extinguish the hope it could've sparked. I heard   \nsome kind of chirp flutter from his maw quickly followed by this stinging pain across my   \nrear. My beak flung open preceding a gasp I failed to suppress. My punishment was obvious   \nas it had been the day before...that long filthy shaft invasive probing my gullet and beating   \nagainst the resistances my throat was still seizing. The Moblin harshly twisted my head and   \nstarted rocking me back and forth along that twitching cock as my eyes clenched shut,   \nenduring the shame.   \nHe kept me pumping up and down vigorously with the strength of an Ox, that slithering   \ncock snaking down my throat. They were double teaming me, wearing away at my defenses   \nquickly. Forcing my airways to adapt lest the pain get unbearable. I found my throat opening   \nup for him, left with seemingly no choice anymore but to let my body be desecrated among   \nthese feral beasts.   \nI couldn't help but start gagging out loud the moment cum spewed into me, those   \nundignified sounds spilling out of me like the buckets of slime these monsters constantly   \npumped down my throat. With the exit of his softening cock, I finally managed another full   \nbreath of air marred with the splatters of cum oozing out of my mouth. I quivered in shame   \nwith the cacophony of monsters surrounding me driving that sense into my head.  \nA slab of heat unfurling against my back drove all other senses away however...something   \nthick and wet trailed down my back and that mass of meat throbbed and pulsed against my   \nrear. Not this...this is too much, I begged. Preyed. But no deity seemed to care.   \nI was pulled up suddenly, arm locking my head against the collar of this beast. His viscous   \ntongue trailed against my face, drooling over my chest and down my legs where his huge   \nshaft began rising between them. It lifted as high as my gut before finally ending, throbbing   \nand twitching in full view of every monster that surrounded us. He was threatening to break   \nme right here...in front of everything.   \nBy the time they'd prepared me for use, My wings had been cut loose and rebound to the   \nhanging light dangling from the ceiling. My legs were left loose to fold and writhe, trying my   \nbest to cover as much as I can as they all stared at me. I struggled and pulled on the light   \nbut nothing would budge no matter the strength I put behind my writhes. All the while they   \nwatched and groaned, growled and chirped. Those sounds enough to mock me at this   \npoint. The only thing they didn't do was gag me...   \nThat beast lumbered up to me from behind and smeared my back in his wet oozing head,   \nmarking that thick precum deep into my back as I struggled to writhe away. He grabbed   \naround my waist and I felt that filthy head slide down my back and between my tailfeathers,   \ngrinding underneath. My eyes went wide and I tried whatever I could to pull away. His   \nspongy head leaking slime right up against my clenched hole. I could feel each warm drip   \ncoating the underside of my tail. My eyes were wide open and darting over everything, panic   \nseeping deep into my mind as the pressure began to build more and more.   \n\"N-no, no!\" I blurted out upon deaf ears...the grip around my waist tightening the more I   \nstruggled. I couldn't fathom it any longer, every proud bone of my psyche shattered as   \nbravery abandoned me. I started making degrading whimpers and panicked stutters. I no   \nlonger cared about my position as a proud champion; I would do anything to end this   \nbefore he...  \n\\*pop\\*  \nThe pain was even more searing than I had envisioned, stretched out around that filthy   \nbehemoth trunk as it sunk into me. The scream I let loose was sharp and jagged as my   \nwhole body writhed and reared, rocking and pulling on my restraints as I try to shake his   \ngrip from me to no use. He crammed what must have been most of that monster so deep   \ninto my guts I thought I would've fainted. Yet still with each moment he seemed to slide   \ndeeper and deeper. More and more cock feeding into my exposed rectum.   \nHe started pumping eventually, viciously beating my insides into the shape of his disgusting   \ncock, pain pulsing down my legs and through my stomach with each and every deliberate   \nthrust. His grunting filled my ears with the grip he had on my hips digging in deeper, the   \nmonsters watching us snorting amongst their senseless chatter as they stroke their   \ndisgusting cocks. Getting off as I get ruined in each and every sense.  \nIt didn't take as long as it should've before I felt something that sent a cold sweat   \nsmattering over my shoulders and down my spine...my wet, drooling slit was starting to   \nopen up. I felt even more powerless, whining in despair at the sight of my own cock starting   \nto poke forward and stiffen. I tried to cover myself with my own thighs but the evil monster   \nusing me had other plans, grabbing my thighs and spreading me out in the open, putting me   \nand my unwanted stiffy on full display for every mocking gaze peering down at me.   \n\"E-enough...!\" I begged between whining like a small weak creature. My thighs quivered and   \nshook as my hole only seemed to slacken with each passing moment. The Moblin forced   \nhimself so deep my stomach bulged, his hips beating against mine with copious dollops of   \nslimy precum spilling down my thighs. There was an intense pressure building in me,   \npulsing in the tip of my cock as if it had been forced out by the huge Moblin's cock   \nthrobbing inside me...I couldn't bare to think what was about to happen, but I was   \npowerless to stop it. Especially as that first drop of cum was squeezed out of me...   \n\"Ah hah! N-no. Not like this...!\" I begged. But it built more and more, cum oozing to a stream   \nuntil my whole body convulsed. The orgasm rocked me to my core, cum squirting out of my   \nstiff cock all over the clearing in clear, unbroken view of each and every monster privy to my   \nhumiliation. It was all so overwhelming with every conflicting feeling amalgamating into a   \nhorrific internal mess. In that instant more than ever, it felt like it was over...that I'd finally   \nlost. My head dropped and I let out weak moans each and every pound that beast   \ncontinued to pound into me...  \nThe swell in my stomach sickened me as his grunts overwhelmed my ears. The monstrous   \nMoblin finally reached his orgasm and came inside me. My insides were on fire, smothered   \nin the oil pumping out of his shaft. My insides were stretched out and soiled with his filth.   \nForever staining my guts an off white like the corruption he was born from was sinking into   \nmy body from the inside.   \nMy legs quaked and clenched when he eventually slid that long shaft out of my ruined body.   \nMy hole hung wide open with the sound of thick cum draining out onto the floor. Everything   \nI've ever held dear, my reputation, my pride, my skill. It was all dashed into dust in two long   \ndays. These monsters emptied me and filled me with their own corruptive sludge. There   \nwas nothing to do but gasp and expel the filth they've stuffed inside me before I'm past the   \npoint of my own mental recovery...   \nThen the next stepped in behind me. I gasped loud and writhed hard the second he sunk his   \ndirty nails into my hips.   \n\"No more...! M-mercy...!\" I weakly begged to no avail...he slid inside me without a moment   \nof hesitation or consideration. I was forced to relive it all over as if the first time never even   \nhappened. Like a nightmare had just come to life...  \nHours passed. I was used again and again like I was their toy. I thought that it was never   \ngoing to end, like I truly had been killed in that battle and now I was trapped in some sick   \npurgatory of my own personal hell...used by monsters. By the time the dawn broke and the   \nend came; my tailhole was gaped raw and oozed a constant stream of their thick cum into   \nthe pool under me...   \nI was cut down suddenly, falling into the mess piling up on the ground around me. In a haze   \nI felt being hoisted up and carried off. I wasn't even struggling anymore while I was slung   \nover the shoulder of whatever carried me.  \nI was flung back into the cage I'd spent the entirety of the last day inside. Slammed against   \nthe back of the cage I tried to right myself only for my legs to buckle and for me to fall. Cum   \nendlessly poured out of me, my panting getting higher as a sudden surge fountained from   \nmy gaping hole, leaving a mess I had to lay in. I tilt my head and watch as another mark is   \nadded onto the tally. Day 2...that's all I've been through. I let out an uncomfortable groan   \nand sunk into the mess monsters stuffed inside me. It's not over...I will not let it end like   \nthis. I will not...I can't...  \nDay 3:   \nThey grouped a lot of the other Rito together and put us all in a row, bringing up one after   \nanother to be bent over this post and ruined in front of everyone...one of them tried to run   \nbut he didn't get far, pounced on by some dirty Lizalfos and used. Kicking and screaming   \nwhile being pounded into submission right in front of us. After all that, they forced me to my   \nfeet and made me stand in front of everyone...the look on their faces. Of course they knew   \nwho I was. I wanted to say something to rally them, but I was already bent over and   \npenetrated before I got the chance. They all just watched as I was railed. The shame of my   \nunwanted erection poking forward as they all stared was unbearable. Yet, even after I was   \nseeded, they made two more monsters use me one after the other...they must have known   \nof my status amongst my people...  \nDay 5:   \nI struggled against my restraints as this Moblin threatened to penetrate me, trying as hard   \nas I ever would to break through a kink in their bindings. He must have had enough because   \nhe suddenly released me just like that. Cut my bindings down. But it was just another way   \nto mock me. He stood over me with his arms out, begging me to start fighting back if I really   \nthought I could...I tried to use the opportunity to flee out of the cave but more of those   \nmonsters blocked me off. So I stood my ground and used the opportunity I'd wished for...I   \nflew over him and dove, swiping my talons against his face. He would regret ever testing   \nme! But I couldn't land a strike on him before he grabbed my talon and struck me down to   \nthe ground. I tried to roll back away but I landed in the arms of one of those other   \nmonsters...immediately he shoved me back into the Moblin. Landing squarely against his   \nchest. He grabbed my wings, twisting them into a painful lock behind my head before he   \nslammed his fist into my gut and forced me onto my knees. He shoved me down onto the   \nground and straddled his weight on my chest, that stinking bulge grinding against my beak,   \nsmearing that musk into me until I was forced to gasp. His massive cock stretched out my   \nthroat as I panicked and reached out, trying to grab something I can use to knock him   \noff...but I couldn't...slowly choking on his dick in defeat...  \nDay 8:   \nTheir leader returned today...immediately I was taken to see him. I was shoved to my knees   \nin front of a massive Silver Moblin sat on a throne of cloth and wood. I didn't even bother   \nlooking at him until the Lizalfos angrily chirped and grabbed my head, forcing me to stare   \nthis behemoth down. His legs were spread wide open with a throbbing bulge filling out the   \nloose loincloth he'd had wrapped around his waist. He stood up and took hold of my head   \nbefore dismissing his men. He turned and dragged me up to his throne before a violent pull   \nsent me face first into the bulge of his loins. I gasped with his stained cloth smearing into   \nmy face, quickly pulled aside as his cock slowly started to rise in front of me. He laid back   \nmotionless as he stared down, my head buried in the pit between his hanging balls and   \nthrobbing cock. With a flick of his tongue, he mimed my purpose. I growled in disgust, of   \ncourse. That earned me a painful slap to my back. In the end I did exactly what I was   \ntold...cleaning off this monster's filthy junk with nothing but my tongue...I can still taste him   \njust as strongly as ever...  \nDay 10:   \nAfter spending two days tending to the leader, he eventually let the other monsters have   \ntheir way with me once again. There was a massive conglomeration of monsters from all   \nover, Lizalfos and Moblins and Bokoblins all came together in front of a raging fire with me   \nalone to entertain. I was tossed and pulled between so many at once, pounded one end   \nand choked the other one after the other in an unending cycle all through the night,   \nBokoblins mostly just delighted in cumming all over me, smearing their filth into my   \nfeathers as the bigger monsters gaped me out. I was so numb half way through the night   \nthat I couldn't even bother resisting. I resigned to letting them rail me...sucking off their   \ncocks...  \nDay 13:   \nThey'll be here any moment...I m-must defy it somehow. Can't let them know they've   \nwon...wh-what did I just...? What is wrong with me? They're opening the cage...coaxing me   \nout. My eyes are open but nothing is in focus. My beak is open and assaulted with cock   \nbefore I even consider anything else. He's coming from behind...just one more second and   \nI'll pull away, just one more moment and I'll resist. Endure sucking his...cock...one more   \ntime. Can't let them know...they've won...","series":{"name":"Revali","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/14DDBL51-revali-s-cum-uppance.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/eRbboLMe-.json"}}