Far in the mountains of Hyrule, the Rito became fearful.  A week had passed since Laissa's disappearance, while her sister Bedoli had taken a strange turn in her mannerisms.  But that was only the first of several, as guards and mothers and even children were soon missing from their village, with patrols increasing to cover the length of Hebra.
	"And you're sure, that you saw nothing?" asked one black-feathered guard.
	"Yes," said Bedoli glumly, "I just...I don't know what happened, I told you, I was cooking for the elder's feast, and then I was hit by something."
	"I'm sorry.  I know it's difficult but if you remember anything, even the slightest hint, it could help."
	"I know, Harth...I'll tell you if I remember anything."
Sitting on the floor of her hut, the burgundy bird with white wingtips and pink circled earrings sighed in grief.  Her red breastplate shifted as she crossed her legs, and her ruby mini-skirt ruffled slightly as Harth took his leave.  The dark-plumed rito with his gold-wood bow stared across the veranda, his eyes turning heavy with a deep sigh.
A sour air hung over the Rito Village.  Their grand towering rock, situated in Lake Totori with houses wrapped round its strata, could be seen for miles as a vast perch for Vah Medoh, the guardian bird of metal wings that circled above them.  More guards roamed the bridges, and circled the skies searching for anyone out of place, with travellers questioned more to the point of being treated hostile.
A meeting was formed amongst the senior guards who stood with spears and bows before their chief.  A great tawny owl with long white beard sat in a rocking chair, his eyes dour with a grave complexion as he was given the details.
	"This is a grave concern," the chieftain tented his wings, "Laissa, Misa, Molli and Nekk."
	"Also Verla," a white hawk in bronze plate shook his head, "that one disturbs me the most, she would never leave the village."
	"And my daughter?!" snapped Harth the crow.  "You don't trust her enough to stay here?!"
	"She's a child, you know Tulin and her wander off on adventures."
	"That boy of yours better not be hiding something, Teba."
	"He would never," Teba the white swivelled round to him, "if you trust me, then you trust my son, don't you dare accuse anything!"
	"I have not seen any children from afar," said one brown bird in a blue skirt, "the furthest I see unattended is the Warblers' Nest, nothing further, but Mazli said there were monster sightings on the western ridge."
	"Did we ask at the stables?" the chief creaked in his chair.
	"Yes, no one saw any of our friends depart in the last week."
	"And only Misa was planning to leave," Teba crossed his arms, "Gesane, you said you found something at Misa's place?"
	"I did," the bird in azure kilt pulled out a small cloth with yellow specks, "I had this checked, some sort of yellow powder made from bugs and zapshrooms."
	"Zapshrooms?" the old owl shook his head.  "Do we sell those round here?"
	"No.  And I don't think Misa's one to sample her own products."
A whoosh came from above as a large shadow swept past.  Claws dug into the rocky face, before the wheeze of a song rang in their ears when a weight landed on the wooden deck.  There stood a large blue parrot with barrel chest, white clothes and his trusty accordion hanging from his neck.
	"Ahhh, sir Kass!" the chieftain waved.  "What news have you brought?"
	"I wish they were better," the bard took his bow, "I searched every settlement to Hyrule Town, none have seen Misa, and Amali never saw her leave."
	"Well that's disturbing," Harth rubbed his beak, "she's never one to wander, unlike you."
	"Hey," Teba tapped him, "stop snapping at everyone, it's not helpi-"
	"My daughter is MISSING!"
	"That's enough."  The elder thrust out his wing.  "We are all concerned for your daughter.  That is why we are joined for this meeting, so please do not see us as obstacles, Harth."
	"Yes," the black bird sighed, "I...sorry, Kass, Teba, I didn't mean-"
	"Think nothing of it," the towering musician patted him, "but that said, I did see something odd on my flights.  Skulking near the shrine to the northwest, I saw a lone bokoblin climbing the mountains with prodigious strength."
	"A bokoblin?" Gesane sneered, tightening his spear.  "You know them well, don't you?"
	"Well, y-yes," Kass rubbed his neck, "I have met many of them in my travels, but I know also they never hunt alone.  So this one stuck out to me as I watched him from afar, and he did...something, m-most horrifying."
	"What, exactly?"
	"W-well it...it...it devoured a moose.  In a single gulp."
Their eyes widened with disbelief, but the longer Kass stared at them, the more terrifying his words became.
	"Are you certain?" Teba raised his brow.  "We know your fascination with bokoblins-"
	"I assure you, it grabbed this moose by the horns and shoved it into itself!  Swallowed the whole damn thing!"
	"Then we hunt the monster," the chief leaned forwards in his seat, "Ganon may be gone but we may well be facing a new breed of beast.  Teba, seek out volunteers for the mission.  Kass, remain here and keep the folk settled."
	"Yes, sir," they both saluted.
As the birds departed, Kass and Teba returned to their homes.  The hawk sat in his wooden sky-hut with a pink lady in silver vest, and his small white son in a greenish-brown tunic.
	"Any news?" the wife asked.
	"No," Teba shook his head, "I'm forming a volunteer group, Kass may have seen something.  Tulin, are you certain you did not see Molli the past week?"
	"No," the child slumped, "she wouldn't go anywhere without telling me, I'm sure of it!"
	"Is there any special place you two go to?"
	"Nope, I can't find her anywhere!"
	"Alright then," the father hugged him tight, "I want you to stay with your mother, do not leave the village for any reason."
	"But, b-but, I can help, we been training at the flight range for thi-"
	"And you will, by protecting the house.  I can't be in two places at once, but if I know my best warrior's keeping the village safe, I can focus on my mission."
A smile crossed his beak as he rubbed his son's face, the hatchling's frown slightly fading as he reluctantly accepted his role.  The wife brought out a half-finished blanket as she offered two needles that her husband and son took to help the stitching.  Further down the winding stairs, Kass was in his own home entertaining his five children, who sat in front of him.
	"And I just couldn't help myself," he rummaged through his satchel, "there was a sale at the market, and I knew I had to get something for my favourite chicks."
	"Is it food?!" squeaked a green girl.
	"Nooo no, remember the last time I tried to bring food so far from home?"
	"You got SPAGHETTI'D!" a blue child threw up her arms.  "All your notes got all BIDIDIDIDIDBAH!"
	"Stop it, Cree!" her pink sister snapped.  "It wasn't funny, that was father's work that got ruined!"
	"Now now, that's enough Kheel," their slender jade mother stood behind them, "we all learned our lesson from Spaghetti Night, didn't we dear?"
	"Of course, my love," Kass murmured, "ah, here we are, BEHOLD!"
The children gasped at a set of five little models, of various animals with wind-up keys playing musical instruments.
	"Woooow," a brown girl widened her eyes, "what're those?"
	"The Sirens' Instruments," said her father, "each one plays a part of a melody, but if you play them all at once, they form the Ballad of the Wind-Fish, now do you remember that story?"
	"Um, uhh," a yellow birdie rubbed her wing, "is that, the girl who turns into a seagull?"
	"Yeeees exactly, Kotts!  This was the song she played to awaken the Wind-Fish, so the legend says, and she freed herself from his dream to fly far across the sky."
	"Did that REALLY happen?" the green daughter crossed her arms.  "How do you escape from a dream?"
	"Ask the sheikah," her mother Amali patted her, "they're always asking such strange questions."
	"Well, anyways," the bard gave them their toys, "how about we play a song together?"
	"YEAAH!"
They wound up their instruments as a tinny rendition would play, yet strangely the music was in perfect sync due to tiny crystals resonating beneath the bases.  The children sang with their father, as the mother looked on whilst patting her knees to the melody.  But one of her children looked more distant, their oldest daughter in brown who did her best to sing along, but was soon brought to task by her sibling.
	"Hey, what's wrong?" the pink-feathered one marched up to her.  "Your As were flat!"
	"Oh, sorry Kheel," Notts rubbed her arm, "I was just worried about someone."
	"Well, don't, the Goddess'll keep them safe, I'm sure the others are okay, they just got...probably scattered by a freak wind or something."
	"Hahaha, it has happened to me a few times!" said Kass with a chortle.  "Shall we do another round?  Cree, Genli, we could practice your flats in a duet."
	"Yes, father!" the blue and green ones chirped.
	"May I be excused?" Notts stood up with a bow.  "I promised to help Miss Bedoli with something."
	"Oh, really?" the mother smiled, clutching her breast, "well that's very kind of you, but be gentle alright?  And don't mention her sister."
	"I won't..." she hugged her mother, "also uh, Kotts is helping me too."
	"I am?" the yellow chick gasped.
	"Yeah, remember?" Notts grabbed her wing.  "You said you'd help Bedoli cuz she was sad, and maybe we have lunch with her."
	"O-oh...I did say that, but I wasn't sure if-"
	"I think that is a fine idea," Kass rubbed them both, "you're such good girls, but remember to stay in the village!"
	"Okay!" the two girls left.
The father played his accordion, as his family sang an old song of a sea deity, with boundless dreams of an endless sky.
But his two daughters went to Bedoli's home, as she sat in an odd stupor that only faded at their presence.
	"Heeey," she stood up, "been waiting for you."
	"Sorry," Notts the brown-feathered bowed, "father got us some beautiful things!"
	"They're little music boxes!" chirped Kotts in yellow.  "And you wind them, and, they make a song together."
	"Well that's lovely!" Bedoli clapped.  "Now, Kotts, me and your sister have been doing a little something the past few days, and we'd like you to help."
	"Um, okay, what do we do Miss Bedoli?"
	"Just follow me," she leapt over the side of her hut, "there's a little garden I've been growing, but it's very secret, I'm planning a nice surprise for everyone."
	"Ohhh, I like flowers!  Are there flowers?"
	"Sorta," Notts shrugged, "it's...different."
They headed down after her, flapping their wings and sneaking under verandas to slide down the side of the rocky cliff.  Beneath the village itself, under the grassy loam circling the spire at the entrance to the town, was a hidden nook that only revealed itself from a certain angle.
Bedoli went in first, crawling through the tunnel with Notts then Kotts following after.  The young gold-feather grew scared at the darkness, an odd musky smell filling her head with a warm breeze.
	"What is that?" she whispered.  "Is it...mushrooms?"
	"It's the best thing you'll ever have," Bedoli grinned, "now come on, keep up."
	"U-uuugh, the floor, it's all sticky!"
	"It's okay, Notts," her sister soothed her, "it's just how this place is."
They burrowed further until a light could be seen, a dark glowing red that filled up their vision as they entered a small cave.
	"Aaaah, finally," a voice sneered at them, "the fuck took you whores so long eh?!"
	"Sorry, master," Bedoli bowed, "they had a meeting with the guards, I had to wait until they left."
Sitting in a small chair sculpted from what looked like white pebbles, was a red bokoblin with a bony little horn, deep amethyst eyes and a piggy snout with a long grin.  But their eyes were drawn to the enormous fat dick between his legs, almost taller than the beast and as wide as a claymore, touching the floor with a constant drool that smothered the dirt in cream.  His balls were gorged so thick that he could put his legs on them both.
	"Wh-WHAH?!" Kotts stumbled back.  "IT, i-i-it, MONSTER!"
	"No no, NO, it's okay!" Notts grabbed her tight.  "It's okay, just let it happen!"
	"What, s-sis, sis what is he, why's he-"
	"HEY!" the bokoblin whistled.  "C'mere, li'l birdy, come on, coooome on."
He motioned them forth as the elder pulled her sibling, with Notts whimpering and pulling in fear until Bedoli assisted.  The smell became stronger as their talons splashed in the pre, a thick, terrible spice that clung wet to their nostrils.
	"This is my sister," began Notts, "she...she doesn't realise how worthless we are."
	"Awww, what a pweshous widdle bitch," the bokoblin smirked, "well, my name's Bokrel, and I'm here to be your new god so you better call me Master, or I'll make you suffer worse."
	"Wh-what, what do you want?" the yellow chick shivered.  "Wh-why are you here?!"
	"To prove a point about you shits.  You're all disgusting wingrats, and out of all the scum I met in Hyrule, you fucking cuccos are the worst."
	"B-but, but, I'm a rito, I'm not a cucco!"
	"Shhh!" Bedoli put a finger to her beak.  "Don't interrupt the master, he's doing the right thing exterminating us."
	"He is," Kotts nodded to her sibling, "Miss Bedoli brought me here, because I was smarter, and I understood what our filthy vermin kind should be."
	"That's right sweetie...vermin.  All of us degenerate flying rats, to which our new god will correct when he gets rid of us all."
	"Get rid of us...no, you," Notts clutched her face, "n-no, did, did you kidnap Molli?!"
	"Not just her," the fiend lifted his schlong, "don't worry, you'll be joining them soon, now open wide and enjoy your meal."
	"N-NO!  NO, G-GO AWAY!"
	"I wasn't talking about you," Bokrel stroked his creaking shaft, "but you can say goodbye to your sis."
Notts was held by the other two rito, who forced towards the pulsing meat that started to breathe on her face.  A rasping sound made her shiver through her beak, as she watched the melon-sized glans stretch its slit open with a gooey hiss.  The prospect of lunch made the pillar swell, as Kotts soon realised that the throne was not made of pebbles.
	"NO, NOTTIE, NOTTIE NO, WH-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"
	"STOP fidgeting!" Bedoli warned.  "The more you struggle, the worse it'll be!"
	"She's right, sis!" Notts tried to stroke her.  "Just accept it, we're filthy maggots, he has to do this!"
	"BUT, BUT HE, THIS IS WRONG!" Kotts screamed.  "HE'S A MONSTER, HE STINKS AND, HE'S GONNA EAT US!"
	"Yep, I sure am," Bokrel leaned on a rito's skull in his seat, "and I'm hungry for something tender, something young to feed my godhood."
	"S-SIS, SIS PLEEEEAAAASE!"
	"Flip her round, I wanna eat her feet-first."
Her screams were never heard, even when they spun and lifted her to push her little talons against his glans.  A strange sucking force wrapped round her legs, the muscles of his pillar groaning to pull her inside as she flailed her arms with feeble screams.  No matter how hard she pulled, the bokoblin's spear was much stronger as her feathers turned glossy with pre, whilst Bedoli and her sister knelt on either side to suck at his balls.
	"You're a good whore to bring your sis," Bokrel chuckled, "your dad is that fat-muscled fuckwit flapping around with the accordion, right?"
	"Yes, master!" Kotts slurped across his bollock.  "Mmmm, you want me to bring him too?!"
	"Naaah, not yet...I need someone to tell my story to the rest of Hyrule...he'll watch the rest of you wingbitches die."
	"OH, so jealous!" Bedoli sucked on his scrotum.  "I wish I'd get to see it, all of us, the fucking skyrats we are, melted forever!"
	"You can do something else for me instead," he patted her with his foot, "you whores got any books or pictures that're rare, to clean my dick with after?"
	"I DO!" the daughter waved her wings.  "M-my father keeps lots of songs of ancient rito!"
	"Perfect," the cock-koblin stroked down his meat, "you can grab me some, after I'm done erasing your sister."
	"Thank you, master...she's so lucky to die first, and not...not have to suffer being vermin anymore."
Said vermin was now halfway inside of him, her chest smothered in thick goo that swarmed over her body with a hot sizzling sensation.  Kotts kept screaming as the swollen flesh consumed her, the rippling shaft making a chewing motion that pulled her ever deeper.  The cock raised itself to swallow the child, a gulping croak pulling the bird's head into its drooling maw.
	"M-MOM, MOMMYYYY PLEAAAASE, D-DADDY HELP MEEEE!"
	"Ohhhh don't worry," Bokrel leaned back against his seat, "your mommy and daddy'll be joining ya, and all the other roaches you knew too.  Every feathered cunt, will be wiped off the face of the kingdom."
	"HEY!" a voice called from the tunnel.  "What's going on?!"
A twitching hope grew in Kotts' chest from the sound of a rattling spear.  Her arm-wings remained free as she flapped them over her head, shrieking higher for help.
	"M-MISTER, MISTER MAZLI HELP, THEY'RE EATING MEEEE!"
	"Alright, hold on!" a guard approached in a purple skirt.  "I'm sorry for being so late!"
	"HELP MEEEEE!"
	"I will."  He marched up with his lance.  "Help put you where you belong."
	"Wha-WHAH?!"
Her heart clenched in fear when Mazli pushed down her head, shoving her into the bokoblin's thickening girth.  Her screams turned muffled as the Kotts-shape disappeared into the thickening balls, whilst Notts and Bedoli continued to pleasure them, slurping over the thick red skin.
	"I sent Gesane out with your gift," the guard bowed, "I sent word to Misa's son who will be our next agent."
	"Not bad!  Who woulda thought a fuckbeak like you would make such a good follower?"
	"Just serving a superior god, master," Mazli blushed, rubbing his neck, "I've always had a great respect for deities, such as Dinraal who flies by the canyon every so often."
	"Heheh, yeah?"  Bokrel rubbed his chin.  "Maybe I oughta bring him here, show you a TRUE god when I slurp that fucking worm up in my balls."
	"OH, sir!"  The guard kissed the bulging shaft.  "That would be wonderful, show your proof as the true Lord of Hebra after wiping out our disgusting kind!"
Mazli felt the squirming shriek of Kotts fading away inside, as the hatchling's body disappeared into the huge ball sack.  A sputtering of fat white drops sprayed upon their heads, anointing them in his pre before the guard stood up and went back to the tunnel.
	"I brought you another, master!"  He dragged forth an unconscious female.  "This is Cecili, the innkeeper of the Swallow's Roost?"
	"Ohohhhh, not bad!" the pig rubbed his hands.  "She can recommend folks to a better place, nice and settled in my god-meat."
	"That sounds wonderful, master," said Notts, nuzzling the scrotum to feel her sister's hand.  "Oh, she sounds so good inside you!"
	"Heheh, damn right.  Which means I got no more use for this whore here."
He kicked Bedoli away and motioned her before his plump mast.
	"You two," he pointed to Notts and Mazli, "I got a plan to deal with those volunteers, but you gotta work together."
	"Yes, master!" the child and guard saluted.
	"Guard boy, meet up with the Chief Whore and listen close."
As he brought them close to confer their new plans, the former Kotts gurgled in screams of anguish.  Her smaller body was much easier to disintegrate, as she felt bones floating past her in the pool of semen.  Thousands of tiny serpents crawled over her body, feasting upon her flesh with a vile acidic burn that plucked her feathers, shrivelled her organs, and infested her brain.
All she could think of was her family, how they would never see her again, how she would never hear her father's songs lulling her to sleep.  All she heard now was a burning seethe, pulling the flesh from her skull in a sea of pain.
The bokoblin's servants licked up his shaft, bloated with nutrients from the dying Kotts as three tongues slobbered up each side to leave it glistening with spit.  His sweat and masculine aroma intoxicated them, their eyes cloudy with obedience as they watched a thick lump push up from his plums.
	"N-nnnngh...fuck, get ready for another...a-aaah, offering!"
With a sneering grunt, the boar ejaculated a thick shower of bones, clattering on the dirt as Notts was showered in her sister's remains.  She quickly fitted them to his throne, using her dexterous little hands to reinforce the sides before the coup de grace came out.  A young, saddened little skull came belching out the glans, which Bedoli grabbed and started to rub her cunt against its soft scalp.

The night was sullen in Hebra, as the Rito volunteers took up arms and flew over the east.  The Shrine of Sha Warvo stood to the northwest, where the Flight Range waited beyond for rito warriors to practice their skills.  Teba patrolled the range in search for the red beast,  whilst Harth and Mazli flew overhead across the snowy tundra.
The volunteer group was led by Gesane, who formed a motley crew of intrepid birds now armed with blades and shields.  The part-timer from the armoury joined them, along with Kass' wife and another female dressed in the sweeping white of Gerudo desert clothes.
	"Keep yourselves together," Gesane warned, "if what sir Kass said is true, we cannot let our guard down even to a bokoblin."
	"He WOULD know what they're like," the lady in white tittered, "must be nice to have him home for once."
	"Frita, don't," the armourer in greenish-brown shook his head, "it's a stressful time for everyone."
	"I thought a little joke would lighten things."
	"That doesn't sound like you," said the wife of Kass, slender in emerald, "not more than a year or so back you were fidgeting in the markets like a lost child."
	"The Gerudo taught me well," Frita twirled her blade, "even learned a few sword techniques."
	"Shame they didn't teach you social techniques."
	"What?!"
	"Just a little joke," said the mother, waggling her head.
	"You ought to get out more, Amali," the traveller walked ahead, "starting to lose your fluff."
	"I was busy raising FIVE children, doing what's best for the village."
	"Ladies," Gesane the guard stepped between them, "this is not the time, focus on the hunt."
They took a deep breath and searched onwards, climbing stony hills of black and white or perching on trees to scan their surroundings.  Sometimes a sparrow could be heard, or a great-horned rhinoceros brayed from the dark.  As the green-feathered bird made her way off a tree, she tumbled with a yelp and fell into the snow, tossing her sword away in panic.
	"A-AAAH, DAMMIT!"
	"Are you alright?!" Gesane hurried over.
	"My...m-my wing, something hit it!"
	"Alright, stay low, Frita, Huck, guard the north side while I tend to her."
	"Yes sir," they saluted and marched off.
A soft red spittled from Amali's wing, as the earth-coloured guard took out a poultice with some cloth bandages.  He stretched her arm out to see the wound, a shallow cut that made him suspicious.
	"Not an arrow, certainly," he clicked his beak, "did you see anyone?"
	"No," she shivered with growing tears, "I-i think...wait, no I did see something from the north, a light before I fell."
	"Alright, so we'll be safe...what's wrong?"
	"This, this stupid, everything!" the mother clutched her face.  "It was hard enough dealing with things when the Malice was here, and Kass is gallivanting all over Hyrule because he has to 'honour his mentor'."
	"He treats your children well."
	"But he's not HERE enough!  Once they were old enough to fly, he went off to goddess knows where, and if that's not enough, I have to deal with all the rumours about him!"
	"What...rumours?" the guard cleaned up her wound.
	"Oh like you don't know, I heard you snickering about his stories of bokoblins, I know all the jokes about 'the many flutes he played with them' and 'what notes he managed to reach when they trained him'!"
	"Alright!  Alright...I am sorry, for what you had to endure, Amali.  Even I forget that rumours can be as harmful as monsters."
	"Th-thank you..." she sighed, deflating, "you...you were always one of the kinder guards to me."
Her hand slipped down along his leg, causing Gesane to stiffen with a look.  She looked strangely feeble, her shoulders slumped with tears running down her beak.
	"A-...A-amali, what are you-"
	"It...it's been so long," she whispered, "he doesn't touch me anymore, always fiddling with his damn music, we barely even sleep in the same bed."
	"B-but, but, you are still married-"
	"Am I, Gesane?" the wife leaned forwards.  "Do you truly think he would notice?  I don't even think he's stayed faithful to me."
	"But, but those are just rumours-"
	"Enough of them line up...too many to discount...p-please...please help me."
Her words crept into his heart, a moment of weakness that she pounced upon after he bandaged her wing.  Her hand reached into his pants, and something stopped him from pushing her away as he noticed Huck and Frita were not nearby.  Amali suddenly kissed him, her head turning to lock their beaks together and entwine their tongues.  Gesane melted in her embrace, pulling her close with a shudder as he closed his eyes.
This would be his mistake.  A shadow lurched from behind them, a malodorous presence that brushed against the jade bird's tail as she shifted herself, rolling to the side to keep smooching the guard.  She grabbed at his hands and then pulled out a rope, quickly tying the wrists before wrapping her fingers round his beak.
	"Mm-mmm, MMMMH?!"
	"It's alright," she murmured, "this is how it must be."
	"MMMH!?"
Gesane's eyes widened at the dreaded monster before him.  The red bokoblin crawling over the hill with his piggy grin and an enormous thick shaft dragging behind.  The beast swung on top of the rito, his muffled protests heard by no one as he stared upon the meat that dragged down his body.  The swollen girth pushed between his legs, and forced against his feathery hole as Gesane kicked in desperation.
	"NNNNGH, N-NNNNGH, NN-HHH-LLHHH, NNNHHH!"
	"This is what the rito deserve," she said to him, "our god is here to correct us, after staining this earth for so long."
	"NNNNNNGH, NNNNRRRRRRGH!"
Bokrel cackled quietly as he spread the guard's legs, shoving his halberd in to rip the rito's ass apart.  His strength was shocking for his size, his squat legs of leathery muscle packed enough to thrust in with little resistance, as blood squirted free down his length.  Gesane looked to Amali as if begging to ask why, a painful twist in his eyes as he struggled not to weep.  But she merely smiled, serene and at peace, her false tears gone as she stroked his face.
	"Don't resist," said the mother, "the god-bokoblin will have his way, that is simply a fact of life.  His purpose to cleanse the world of vermin rito, has been ordained since his birth."
	"NN-NNNrrrrrgh, nnnnnh-h-hhhrrrrn!"
	"Take it like a warrior.  Show some dignity in your last moments, for what little us feathercunts have."
The monster shoved further to crack Gesane's hips, a violent bend that crippled his legs from their joints, feeling the width of a lynel's short sword gouge into his folds.  His anal walls bled freely as his body shivered in agony, his belly turning darker when his bowels were ripped apart, as his eyes rolled up in stuttering pain.
	"Pathetic," Bokrel sneered, "this fuck supposed to be a guard?"
	"Yes, master," Amali nodded, "even our warriors are nothing but rapemeat."
	"You done good helping us," he snickered, "I'll give you a real treat, thanks to my newest bitch."
	"Really?  Ohhh, thank you sire, I'm honoured to hear your praise."
Gesane started screaming, her wings on his beak rippling with his vibrations as the bokoblin shoved two feet of his massive caber.  A rasping pant came from the beast-deity, as organs turned to wet paper against his might.  Sliding himself back to feel the suckling tear, he started pumping in a rhythm as crimson gushed beneath his balls, and a warm mist sizzled against the wintry air.
Bokrel raped him hard with fingers tight round his legs, now fully severed from his broken hips.  He slammed deep enough that he punctured the bird's stomach, causing him to vomit pre that built up in his beak, and turned so thick in his throat that he started to suffocate.  Blood pooled in his body with each stab of the ruthless dick, the slapping of balls against the earth turning more wet with every second.
The guard struggled to keep awake, as he could faintly hear the sounds of his brethren fighting.  Screams of fury and panic would fill the air, but there was not a clash of blades nor a bow plucked that confused him.  Once he was too weak to struggle, Amali released him to let his cries run free in trembling sobs as she checked over the hill.
	"Mazli did his job," she reported, "the village is closer to being ours."
	"And after this," huffed Bokrel, "I'll give you your prize, my Chief Whore-N-NNNNGH, FUCK!"
The ribcage snapped under the pressure, forced upwards to completely break Gesane as he went into death throes.  His heart split like a fresh loaf, as blood pumped in a small fountain from his chest pulling apart.  The cock soon through, wearing the ribs upon its glans as he came with tremendous volumes, splashing all over Amali with a rich white gunk.  She fell to her knees and opened her maw, panting euphoric at the blessing of her new king that drenched her feathers.
	"Haaaah...perfect," he kept pumping through the corpse and pushed free from the torso, "and now your reward, just to make sure you know your place."
	"Yes, sir," Amali undid her vest to smear her tits in his seed, "please, show me where us filthy rats belong."
The bokoblin whistled to the south, as there came a small procession of little hatchlings.  The pale-green bird gasped, recognising four of her five daughters, three of whom were gagged and led in daisy-chain by the eldest Notts.
	"What...oh my goodness, what are you doing out here?!"
	"Master told me to," the young servant bowed, "he said it was a test for you."
	"Oh...ohhh sire, this, th-this is-"
	"Exactly what we want," said Bokrel with a widening grin, "my balls're empty, so now you gotta fill 'em up, and make sure none of you cockroaches grow up to be problems."
	"MMMMH, M-MMMMH!" screamed the children.
	"Ohhh good god," Amali clutched her face, "this is all so...s-so much, w-wait where is my husband?"
	"Daddy's sleeping," said Notts, pulling her sisters close, "I gave him some of master's special scent, so while he's sleeping he'll know where we belong!"
	"Really?!  Ohhh Notts, what a good girl you are knowing our place, oh I can't wait to see him learn the truth!"
	"You will, bitch supreme," the bokoblin tapped his meat, "now feed your whorelings in there before my dick gets cold."
	"YES, sire!"
She grabbed the first of them, Cree with blue feathers as she struggled in her grip.  Her screams rattled the gag in her beak with tearful eyes, begging her mother to free her.  But Amali simply smiled, pulling the children along as Bokrel wrenched his meat free from Gesane's body, now split in half like a cheap fleshy condom.
The bloody glans drooled with a need to consume, as the mother shoved her child's head into its gaping mouth.  The bird's head was sucked in as frantic screams emerged, her flailing legs trying to pull free but it was already too late.  The others watched in fear at the terrible fiend who smiled at her struggles, splurting more cum past her body to drizzle on Gesane's open corpse.
As the first child was sucked inside, the beefy pillar lifting itself to swallow Cree, as the rope binding her to the others pulled them closer.  Genli was next who was just as green as her mother and struggled to pull back from the abyss of meat.  The cord slipped in easily and jerked her forth, catching her arm as she felt the horrible suckling gulp.  In her desperation, she rubbed her face against the shaft to pull free her gag.
	"M-MOM, MOMMY HELP, MOMMY DON'T LET HIM EAT MEEEE!"
	"Hush, dear," Amali sat back while fingering her pussy, "this is what the rito deserve, our lord Bokrel is proving that."
	"S-STOP IT, STOP, NOTTS DO SOMETHIIIING!"
	"Mother's right, though!" said the eldest daughter in brown.  "Stop fighting against what will be and let him destroy us.  We're just scum, filthy worthless winged rats and the sooner the world's rid of us, the better!"
	"NO, N-NOOOOOOO MOMMYYYYY!"
Her shrieking sobs were silenced at last when the cockhead sucked her in.  The child's screams funnelled down the obelisk, which made its god shudder in bliss, as he stroked himself to get the blood pumping more and encourage the muscles to digest faster.  The mother kept pleasuring herself to her children's screams, squirting close to Gesane's body as she hooked her fingers into her twat.
Her daughters were stricken with horror and dismay, as Genli disappeared into the swelling harpoon.  Cree's body soon reached the balls, her shape kicking against the folds until her face pushed out from within.  Her muted screams terrified them all the more, with Kheel the girl in pink following next.  She was the bravest of them, standing firm with a resolute expression that refused to show any fear, much to Bokrel's annoyance.
	"What?" he snorted, pulling the gag out.  "You proud of being a fuckstain?"
	"I'm...I'm not s-scared of you," Kheel stiffened her beak, "father's going to find us, a-and he'll stop you!"
	"Hah...hahah, oh he'll find you...I'll give him your bones personally, so he can help me build a new throne."
	"SH-SHUT UP!  Yer just a fat sack of nothing, now let me GO!"
She tried to pull back, but the rope was pulled in as her talons scraped the dirt.  The child threw herself into the dirt but all it did was cause her feet to be sucked up first.  Just like her sisters before her, she kicked and screamed and ranted against her fate, but it was all soon for naught as she was swallowed up to the neck.
Her cheeks puffed out with a screeching beak, as Genli soon joined her former sister in the thickening sack.  What little she saw in the deep dark, she found Cree's skull half-peeled of its flesh, her dying brain flickering with the last moments of recognition in their tight prison of skin.  Her hands pushed frantic at the slippery walls, as both her mother and remaining sister crawled close towards the bokoblin's orbs.
They pleasured him gladly, slobbering from each side to lick over the screaming faces of their family.  Kheel's body was gulped down the thick harpoon, her frantic sobs resonating through the scrotum until she thudded into the bokoblin's melons.  For one moment of resilence, she thought her suffering would end at least.  She prayed to the Goddess Hylia, her fervent belief that the great beyond in Skywards Past would protect her soul.
As the churning groan of the bokoblin's sack tightened around her, the sloshing of jizz pouring across her feathers and eating at her bones, she heard something through the screams.  She recognised Cree and Genli with her practiced musical ear, always had troubles with their flats those two.  But one fearful contralto whistled in her hearing.
	S-sis...sister please
She felt something on her shoulder, a wispy hand clawing at her neck as the trembling scream intensified.
	sister, h-help...help me...i can't see, it...it won't stop burning
Even in darkness, she knew the shape of Kotts.  She knew that voice always hitting middle-C, that golden song she accompanied every day.  Now it was a pale wisp, a streaming orb of yellow that bounced within the bokoblin's walls.  Then she saw the other spirits, other voices swirling in a great cacophony of anguish.
The deeper bass of Nekk, the second-F of Misa, and that shrill terrible shriek of dear little Molli.  All of them begged to be free, praying to the Goddess, just like Kheel.  It was her heart that broke first, and her soul soon followed before the rest of her body, from the truth that she would never escape their prison.
With each passing minute the balls swelled larger, as bones started pushing and faces mingled into one, a portrait of shrieks unfolding before their very eyes.  But Notts and Amali did not care, entranced by their new god and even kissing their dying family on the beak.
	"Savour it," he hissed, flexing his pole, "taste your extinction, you fucking cunts.  Now little bitch, show your mom what a good rito does and join the rest."
	"YES!" the one daughter remaining clapped her hands.  "Th-thank you master, I'm so happy to die for you!"
	"I'm happy too," said Amali, pulling her close, "long have I waited for you filthy stains to be snuffed out."
She sat her beneath the bokoblin's flowing glans, covering them both in fattening pre that glooped over their feathers.  They licked it off their faces and kissed deeper to share his milk, that wondrous gift so rich and salty before Amali pushed her daughter into the glans.  The hatchling gulped all she was given, drinking her way through into the depths of hell.
Her mother shoved her fully in, as Bokrel gasped with a flexing groan at his fourth junior meal of the night.  All of her children soon melted away, the sounds of gurgling filling her ears as she came with a trilling song.  Still she sucked on his orbs, panting from the pre smothering her head and intoxicating her senses further.
	"Not bad," the beast chuckled, "alright...nice and full.  I'll give you your kids' skulls when we get back, don't wanna lose 'em out here."
	"Yes, master!" she bowed gratefully.  "What are your orders now?"
	"Go find your race traitor and convince the others with this," he pulled up Gesane's head then smeared it with his jizz, "every guard should be following by tomorrow, so that none of you shits think of surviving."
	"I would be honoured," said Amali, taking the head, "thank you for coming to erase us, I am certain my husband will write new songs speaking of your greatness."
	"You damn right, bitch.  In fact, it's the only song he'll ever write again."
His cackle rang through the depths of Hebra, as he swung himself up the branches and dove into the lake surrounding the village.  Another long climb with his indomitable strength would bring him back to his cave, whilst Amali went to check on Mazli's work with the others.  For the rito that still remained, this was the beginning of the end.  But for those who worshipped Bokrel, it was the dawn of a new era that would be better without their existence.