Far in the mountains of Hyrule, the Rito had lived a charmed life.  Even within the shadow of Malice, their home in the depths of Hebra gave them a largely peaceful existence, a large towering rock in the centre of a vast deep lake.  With eagle eyes and the sky their domain, the bird-like denizens could spot any intruder coming from the ridges that circled their home.
With only a single set of bridges for land-walkers to approach, the spiralling boardwalks and wooden platforms jutting out the stone mass made a bizarre, but beautiful home for the Rito.  Their houses were cloth-roofed outposts, their beds stuffed with shed feathers in swinging hammocks.  The wind would always greet them at morning, and kiss them goodnight.
There had once been dark days in Hyrule, with the return of Ganon.  The Divine Beasts, once sought as protectors of the realm, were now corrupted by His Malice, and his minions roamed the land searching for victims.  One such Divine Beast was the great Vah Medoh, a tremendous eagle of stone and metal, that circled above the home of the Rito.
	"Laissa?!" a voice cried.  "LAISSAI?!  You better not have left me holding the pot!"
Marching down the wooden steps, was a burgundy-coloured bird with white wingtips and pink circular earrings, wearing a red breastplate with a crimson mini-skirt.  Night was approaching, the rose of sunset pulling back to reveal the blue, as she headed to the old Sheikah shrine on its plateau.
The strange lumpen rock with its bright amber swirls continued to mystify the Hyrulian populace, with its smooth obsidian walls and sealed entrance full of runes.  But like most rocks to a rito, it became a new perch, where another equally-brownish bird stood scanning the clouds.
	"LAISSA!" the one below shouted.  "Come ON, I need help in the kitchen!"
	"Yeees, sorry," said Laissa waving down, "just keeping an eye on that thing."
	"It's not going anywhere!"
	"I know, that's the problem!"
She flapped herself down beside her twin, a sigh rippling from her golden beak as she wore a green breastplate-and-skirt.
	"Never know when that thing's gonna turn again."
	"It won't," said the sister, "the elder and Teba said that Link went up there an-"
	"I KNOW, I know, you don't have to rub it in!"
Laissa frowned with a puff of her cheeks, cupping her face with a groan and hugging her sister.
	"Sorry, I just...I know I should be happy, I know Vah Medoh's back to normal but-"
	"You wanted your chance," her twin patted her, "I know, we've been over this."
	"If I had just been a soldier, I could have done it!  We wouldn't have had to rely on crazy adventurers just, showing up at our perch and shooting it down like a stupid pigeon!"
	"I'm not dealing with this, we have food to make and I can't do it alone, the elder's feast is tonight!"
	"Yeah yeah, sorry, Bedoli."
Marching home with a stomp of her talons, Laissa followed Bedoli back to their small abode, the fluttering cloth ceiling thick with steam from the cooking pot.  Two hammocks sat at the side, the fire in the centre broiling a small cauldron where an especially fishy scent came whispering through.  Salmon heads bobbed with bits of bass, as well as carrots, celery and garlic mixed in.
	"You sure he's gonna like this?" Laissa squinted.  "Just seems like you threw a bunch of crap in."
	"It's Rutalabaisse," said Bedoli, "it's supposed to look like that."
	"Is that Zora for 'I'm bad at fishing'?"
	"And who was the one that GOT all this fish?!" the cook stirred with her ladle.  "If you want to do adventuring, you could be the one going all the way east."
	"You know I get lost easily," the bird in green walked to their table.
	"Just buy a map, they're forty rupees!"
	"Never mind," Laissa started cutting vegetables, "how's Saki doing?"
	"She's fine," Bedoli in red kept stirring, "her daughter's making the meuniere, you know, the blue one?"
	"Her husband isn't helping?"
	"Yeah, with the meat.  She's ordered him not to leave the village for two months, not after all that soul-searching he did."
	"You don't believe that, do you?" Laissa turned with a sneer.  "What's a bard like him have to worry about, especially one so 'gifted' to have five daughters?"
	"What's that supposed to mean?" Bedoli looked up from her stew.  "You saying he has another reason?"
	"I just don't know what would drive a cob like him to be so distant from his hen, it's got to be something big."
	"Bards are weird, sis.  Trust me, they're as crazy as adventurers."
They laughed together and shook their heads, returning to their food as more vegetables filled the pot.

At the bottom of Lake Rito, something had splashed in the dead of night.  Under a dark navy sky, a red bulbous shape slipped through the water with thick rugged arms, a large melon head, and an enormous thick length trailing behind its body.  The rito knew that nothing came from the lake, the fish living quietly and no creature strong enough to scale up the sheer cliff.  No one, that is, until this night.
Five minutes of strenuous swimming, brought a red smooth hand to clutch against the stone.  Something crawled out of the water, the rich soaking muscle heaving itself up as it began its ascent.  A short bony horn peaked out of its skull, and two glowing eyes of a deep, rich amethyst looked up to the stars.
	"Finally," he sneered, "this fucking mountain thinks it can beat me eh?  Heh, and Mobeskine said I couldn't even reach the lake."
Dragging itself up the cliff was a bokoblin, a squat hairy goblin with piggish snout and a terrible grin.  Most bokoblins were straggly little things, their short stature giving most a disadvantage against those who opposed their master.  But this gremlin was different, for he had a unique and blessed feature of his mangy body.  A huge, towering penis, that was almost bigger than himself, which made walking near-impossible.
Thankfully there were many trees and mountains in Hyrule, allowing the bokoblin to learn the lay of the land, and employ the stealthiest maneuvers.  No one expected one to hide in the trees, or grip the walls of a cave, and as such he became a notable monster, a vague phantom spoken only by children and worried mothers.  They had every reason to worry.
	"HNNGH, EHH, they bet I couldn't get to the rito eh?" he snarled digging claws in the rock.  "Fuckin' Mobeskine, stupid captain bitch, just cuz his DAD was serving the platoon, he thinks he can push me around, callin' me cock-koblin!  I'll show him...I'll show 'em all who's the real captain, Ganon or no Ganon."
With each breath he pulled himself up, his arms thicker than most bokoblins, but nothing compared to his flaccid length and heaving balls, dangling to and fro, sometimes thwacking against the cliff with a dull sting.  What he lacked in ground mobility, he more than made up for with endurance as he took an hour to reach the town.
The sounds of frivolity excited him, a joyful song and a whistling cry, the sound of an accordion lilting through the air.  Parties were good, easier to hide and take victims during the bustle as he vaulted up onto sweet grass.  His arms were throbbing as he took a moment to rest, scuttling under the rocky overhang of the houses.  The guards were more relaxed, drinking beer in mugs and twirling their spears in displays of skill, giving the bokoblin an easy way in.
Most of the rito were packed towards the upper level, near the elder's hut and sitting on the boardwalks.  They rolled dice or danced with each other, the town euphoric in an overwhelming bliss as the smell of roasted fish sizzled on the breeze.  The goblin had spent days scouting the geography, memorising each and every house as he picked the one closest to the shrine.
	"Phase one," he whispered, "get a single house to yourself.  Phase two, pick them off and let the rumours spread.  Phase three...they learn their place."
A gummy smile cracked his lips with a chittering laugh, clambering up the wall to hide next to the Sheikah shrine, a small cluster of pine trees giving him extra cover.  The higher levels were packed full of rito, as children sneaked muffins under tables whilst their parents shared lewd stories.  Wine flowed from beaks and raucous laughter rang merry through the village, with smaller parties spread out among houses.
	"A TOAST!" cried one eagle in white feathers.  "To the hero, the champion of Hyrule!"
	"IS THIS MULTIPLE CHOICE?!" a youth's answer caused more laughs.
	"Without our dear friend Link, my brother in arms, we would never have managed to take back our great guardian.  Now he flies serene, his heart at peace, and the land free from Ganon's grip.  Sir Kass, would you entertain us with the champion's ballad once more?"
	"But of course!" a large blue parrot prepped his accordion.  "In honorarium for our absent friend, I have revised my original song that I so played for him that fateful day.  Children, on B-flat!"
A song would grow with six voices whistling together, the soulful wheeze of the accordion filling the sky.  The rito sang en masse, as the bokoblin climbed the wall of one house and waited for his victim.  The twins were rushing back and forth, cooking and toiling, filling the pot with more water whenever the stew was turning dry.
	"Jeez why does Kass eat so much?!" hissed Bedoli.
	"Big body I guess," Laissa shrugged, "we need more fish."
	"It's your turn isn't it?"
	"Yeaaah it is, alright, keep watch on the pot, I'll grab more salmon."
As one sister left, the other was alone, her red skirt fluttering in the breeze as the bokoblin licked his lips.  Still hanging on the outside wall, he dug into his pack and pulled out a small pouch full of yellow paste.  When her back was turned, he launched himself and tossed the baggy on her neck, exploding a thick jaundiced cream.
	"A-AAGH, HEY, WHO THE, LAISSA STOP PRANKIN-...wh-what?"
	"Hellooooo birdy," the bokoblin smirked wide, "my name's Bokrel, and you are the first rito to know your master."
	"Get, O-OUT OF HERE YOU FREAK!"
She tried to swing a ladle, but her arm suddenly spasmed, her back stiff as a nail and her legs soon following.  All of her muscles seized up with a violent shock, her gasping breaths a whispering scream as she poleaxed fully.
	"Feel that?" the red fiend winked.  "That's my little 'grounding' recipe to deal with birdies, a few zapshrooms, a couple rhino beetles, some thunderwings and a single shard of Farosh's horn."
	"hhhh!  wh-what is...help, heeeelp, s-someone!"
	"Oh yeah scream all you want, even your throat muscles can't work, so you better keep that beak open or you'll suffocate!"
He walked over to the pot, forced to waddle with his enormous balls and dragging thick cock as he took a sip with the ladle.
	"Mmmm, not bad!  Fish is good, is that salmon?  I'm more of a bass-koblin myself, haha, but you're a pretty good cook!  Alright, now we just wait for your sister, and then the fun can really begin."
Bokrel kept sipping the stew, resurging his strength from the climb as the rito continued to dance and sing above them.  Bedoli kept trying to scream, a soft whistling that even the pot boiling could deafen.  Her limbs had turned to ice, her feathers like stone, and the furious indignation rippling through her neck was simply a tremor.
Once he had his fill, the bokoblin snuck under the hammock, keeping watch for his second victim.  Minutes passed in gleeful silence, as Bedoli was trapped in her body, unable to move a finger, her friends and neighbours so close and yet so far from helping.
	"Okayyy I got it!" Laissa called.  "Little bastard got between my legs I couldn't find it for-wha...sis, what's wrong?!"
	"h-help, laissa, g-get...help!"
	"Sis, what, wh-what's going on, I can't hear you, are you hurt?!"
When Laissa came close to check on her, the bokoblin threw another bag of paste straight to her beak.  The paralysing cream smelt like burning sulphur, the rito staggering with a coughing snort before she felt her limbs turn rigid.  Her neck tightened as she tried to run, one leg shutting down before the other as she crumpled hard on the floor.
	"wh-whah...c-can't...haaah!"
	"Awww, poor little birdy," said the fiend jumping out, "you musta gotten cold out there, fishing down the lake...I can warm you up though."
Her eyes twitched at the gremlin, his long tongue flicking across his lips, and his swollen shaft turning thick to its fullest length of a beastly 4 feet.  He grabbed Laissa to pull away from the exit, sitting them opposite of each other, his legs spread between them with his monstrous melons splayed out.
	"Here's what's gonna happen.  One of you is gonna feed my fat cock, the first of you fucking wingrats before I clean out this village for our new clan.  The other, is gonna help me get more of you, to feed my dick and know your place."
	"you...what?" whispered Bedoli.  "f-feed your...what are you saying?"
	"i'm not doing shit," murmured Laissa, "pigheaded bitch."
	"Ohhh, you're the feisty one eh?" said Bokrel grabbing her beak.  "Well, guess you're going down first, but why dontcha take a moment to uh...savour my girth?  Maybe you'll change your mind."
	"get...o-off me, trough-eating shit!"
Laissa could do nothing despite her words, their voices a flicker in their throats when they saw the rising meat.  Forced to watch the bokoblin's pillar, it reached past his horn and flexed with such power that they could hear its beating throb.  Thicker than a guard's staff, the veins creaked liked the floorboards, and a simple jot of pre could fill a rito's palm.
But what truly horrified them were his balls.  The thick boulders between his legs, were gurgling like stomachs, growling with strange noises and little pops of liquid.  Bedoli saw teeth inside his sac, the mourning skull of a canine pressed against the side, a soul screaming before it faded back to the abyss.
	"Heh, sorry," Bokrel winked at her, "this body needs a lot of...upkeep, so I need to uh, get a snack yanno?  He was a good boy, Tabantha Stable'll have to do without him."
	"o-oh sweet goddess," she whimpered, "you...your body can...do that?"
	"that's disgusting," Laissa hissed, "you...you're not gonna, w-we can't even fit!"
	"Ahhh, that's what they all say," the gremlin winked, "and since you're the one with the foul beak, YOU get to test it first."
	"n-no, no!  don't touch me you fuckoblin-nnngh!"
	"Watch and learn birdy...you either learn to respect your new place, or suffer even more."
Shoving Laissa down, he grabbed her feet with one hand and pushed down his lance with the other.  Fisting her talons, he pressed them to his pulsing glans, an odd breathy hiss from its festering slit, drooling with hunger as pre dripped down her legs.  Using his own feet to keep his cock straight, he grabbed both Laissa's limbs and shoved firmly against his winking glans.
She felt something pulling, an odd suction gripping her talons and dragging them into the lustrous shaft.  The head started to widen, a serpent's maw stretching its throat and sucking down Laissa's feet as her scream petered out.  Her lungs swelled barely, the smallest twitch in her muscle struggling to break through.
	"no, get, g-get off you f-filthy, aaaagh!  s-sis, bedoli, h-help me!"
	"Awww, what's the matter?" tittered Bokrel.  "I thought you were the brave one, if only you coulda been a soldier, you said, and now look at you.  You're just...meat, to feed my thick cock."
	"oh, goddess no!" Bedoli whispered.
	"Goddess ain't here," he kept pushing Laissa in, "I'm your god now, and either you learn that today, or the day that you die...whichever comes first."
	"la...laissa, laissa keep fighting, keep...fighting!"
But her sister was weak, feeble, her muscles frozen as her feet-talons disappeared.  A hot, suckling, gooey throat swallowed her legs, the sound of a terrible gurgle running through her body, a beastly vibrato as the cocktube swelled to take on the shape of her limbs.  The flesh of the bokoblin was like heated rubber, stretching round its new feast and once her ankles were taken, Bokrel just leaned back.
His muscle did all the work, putting hands behind his head as he smiled at his new feast.  Laissa's shrieks could barely be heard, the pot still boiling to cover their cries for help.  Bedoli clenched her neck, a twitching fear in her throat as she watched her twin be pulled inside their captor's shaft.  Laissa started breathing faster, her wing-fingers trembling on the floor as she watched the head gulp down her body.
Her thighs disappeared into its mouth, the slimy heat dampening her green skirt and suckling against her twat.  The bird shivered with disgust, a cringing twist of her beak as hot pre smothered her feathery cunt, basted with his lust.  The further she went in, the thicker his milk, spurting over her belly and lubricating his meal with panting tongue.
	"Hohhhh yeah," the goblin shuddered, "fucking get in there."
	"get, s-stop, stop it!  sis please, do something, bedoliiii!"
	"i can't...i'm sorry," her sister gasped, "this thing is...he...i'm sorry!"
	"i'm not getting, eaten, by a f-fucking bokoblin!"
	"Awww don't worry little birdy," Bokrel smooched towards her, "you'll join your sister soon!  All of you filthy skyrats will, one big happy family...in my special bag of bones, heh heh heh!"
A terrible whimper came from both, the laughing gremlin terrifying them more as Bedoli saw more twisting shapes in his sac.  Soft imprints of bones could be seen rearranging themselves, a ribcage here and a tibia there, before being swallowed back in the void.
As she watched her sister halfway-devoured, something stirred in Bedoli's loins.  An odd, confusing heat that puffed her puss, a trembling twitch in her thighs with a terrible drip.  She thought it was fear at first, a shameful release of terror.  But then came the odd flutter in her breast, the lump in her throat, the sickly heave of her breath that only came from a sheer arousal.
There was an odd scent she just noticed from Bokrel, a strong, earthy odour with a thick masculine spice.  The more of his pre that came shooting, the more powerful the musk which in turn made Bedoli wet, much to her chagrin.  She closed her eyes and struggled to pull away, but the scent infected her.  It wrapped round her heart, slithered down her belly, and plucked at her pussy lips.
	"You like it, dontcha?" the bokoblin grinned at her.  "Just another gift I have, all-natural, one-hundred-percent, PURE Bokoblin.  I'm a fucking apex, that's what you're feeling."
	"no...i won't, this...you poisoned me."
	"Ah-ah-ah, I only paralysed ya...anything else you feel, that's all you little bird-bitch.  You love my big fat worm, like all you ground-pecking shits, you know how many cuccos I cocked?  They were just as wet as you."
The goblin's monolith soon took the shape of Laissa's body.  Like mummified jerky, the rito was sucked deep into the huge worm, her breastplate smeared in wet pre that frothed round her neck, a bubbling goo as her winged arms dragged behind her.  Unable to move, they pushed up over her head, as she felt the suckking groan of the beastly cock-muscle.
Her sobbing shriek was consumed by the meat, her tearful cry sucked down as Bedoli watched her sister fade, a sharp beak slurped by the gorging head.  Then came the swallowing, strong peristaltic motions of a trapped rito sliding down the immense spear.  Laissa felt nothing but a damp heat, like being buried in a swamp, a terrible suction pulling her through the hot, sweating darkness.
	"You ever hear of Like-Likes?" said Bokrel watching her go down.  "They're like giant fat worms, folks call 'em shield-eaters cuz they love to eat metal and suck the clothes off you first.  They can't hold you for long, eventually spit you back out, but if you're slow enough to get caught again, well..."
He stroked along his thick crimson obelisk, feeling over Laissa's face.  Bedoli shivered harder, puffing more juice from her snatch in a shameful lust, her cheeks flushing redder.
	"You like my Like-Like?" tittered Bokrel.  "My musk don't work on everybody but it works on enough folks.  Dogs, cuccos...bigger cuccos, like the walking nugget-bitch that's gonna feed my balls in a few."
	"s-sis...no, let her go, d-don't take her...i...i-i-"
	"Don't fight it, birdy, just relax.  You had your freedom, and now I put you back in the cage...my cock-cage, heheh."
She watched her sister's body slump into his sac, a sudden bloat of his bollocks showing her efforts to try and squirm free.  Grabbing one of his huge testes, he angled it to show Laissa's face, her beak pushing against the muscular wall in screaming tears.  A phantom trapped in the meat, her muffled groans could be heard as a sudden gurgle picked up with frenzy.
Laissa felt the pool of semen around her, thousands of millions of wriggling beasts swarming on top, burying into her feathers or trying to invade her holes.  She barely lifted her head to keep them from her mouth, but plenty dove into her cunt with swelling froth, as she sobbed in twisting fear of the invasive flood.
That was the least of her problems, as fresh soupy bokoblin jizz gushed into her twat, drenched her tunnel to filling thickness with her head pushing against the testicle wall.  Something was burning, an acid in her back that sizzled through her feathers.  Her body turned hot, sweating thick, a terrible broiling water.  Bokrel was feasting.
	"b-bed, bedoli, help, h-he, he's eating me, he's eating meeeeeee!"
But her twin never heard her last screams.  She only saw them, the gasping face of Laissa pushed against the skin and trembling with a sweet, growing anguish.  Her feathers would moult, her flesh would decay in long unwinding bands of a roasting reddish pink.  Not a perfect roast, but enough to melt the skin and undo their bonds.
Bedoli was torn between fear and lust, the cock-musk of the bokoblin swarming her thoughts and forcing her to a terrible orgasm by the sheer dominance of his scent.  Deep in the primal urges of an ancient brain, a rito understood supremacy, a pecking order of stronger beasts.  Bokrel's scent was a perfect key to unlock this, infusing her head with a slow undoing of her needs.
This was not a murderer, but a leader of a new world.  Her weaker will relaxed to his smile, a gasping whimper as she finally came with sputtering juice between her thighs.  She acknowledged her sister dying, her face disappearing as Bokrel consumed her.  But as her fear accepted defeat, her arousal stepped forth with tearful grin.
	"what...how can you be this...p-powerful?"
	"Because I'm your god," said the bokoblin rubbing his bollock, "your sister made a good sacrifice, and now, I let you live so you can watch my new reign."
	"yes...ohhh...g-goddess, i've never been this...wet in my life."
	"Heh heh...you say 'God' now, my little wingbitch."  He offered his fat glans to her.  "Here...drink up.  Your sister's ready."
Pressing the cockhead to her beak, he watched Bedoli open her maw and drink what she was given.  Disgust rippled through her, but desire was stronger, the scent of his malehood overpowering every thought, infectious through shock and grief.  She couldn't process her sister was gone, the fading shriek of Laissa heard briefly through the cockslit.
His cum tasted different, pushing some of the older jizz out to make way for his new rito soup.  He was not cumming yet, not for a while, his throbbing halberd needing time to digest its food as bones shuffled round his testes.  Shifting his ballsac a little, he managed to force one thing through, a snarling hiss at a sharp angular thing stretching his tube.
Bedoli kept licking the cock, her face smothered in white, wrapped in his scent like expensive perfume.  She nursed on his glans, friendly and sated, kissing her in return.  Then it opened, a groaning push, a stretch of bone stabbing from the slit.  The last of burgundy feathers pulled free from Laissa's skull, empty and sightless.
Her sister watched it fall in her arms, sodden with jizz and picked clean of all its skin.  She turned ravenous, licking every drop from Laissa's folds and bumps, what little motion she had in her neck allowing to lap into the sockets now thick with cum.
	"Are you ready to serve your god?" Bokrel grinned stroking himself.  "This village is filthy, full of rats with feathers who don't know their place."
	"yes," Bedoli murmured, "yes...s-sir...anything you wish.  whatever you...need, me."
	"Good birdy-bitch...we'll start tomorrow.  You don't say a thing to anyone, and I'll keep you safe...and then you join your sister."