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…

Story written by Eneiram