It was one of the strangest things to happen in Hyrule, even with the events of the Calamity now fading like a distant memory.  All of the Rito had suddenly flown back home, with no reason given other than "a new dawn approaches without us".  Journalists had tried to investigate, but the bridges to the town had all been burnt away to prevent anyone from entering the village.
Folks tried to see from afar, peering through scopes if they ever passed the village by.  But the Rito became defensive, shouting and firing at travellers with arrows to scare them off, and all communications were shut down to leave them isolated from the world.  Even worse, the Divine Beast of Vah Medoh was then used to scour for non-Rito, and raze the land surrounding to a dead, ashen wasteland.
Not even soldiers from the castle would dare approach the place, for Vah Medoh's will had changed with the Rito's to hunt down and chase all intruders off.  The bird-people always said the same thing, that a new dawn approacheth without them.  No one understood, at least not when they were still alive.
If one was fortunate enough to hide from the patrols and peer towards the village, they would find it in absolute ruin.  The vibrant colours of sail-cloth tents were now besmirched in ropes of white.  The walkways were smothered in a similar fluid, as clothes were discarded and draped over railings dripping in the same ooze.
Then there was the smell of something delicious, a constant roasting flame from near the shrine of Rito Village.  Two weeks had passed since the Rito had sheltered themselves, as a a plump, enormous carcass was being roasted on a spit and turned by several birds.
	"Come on, eat up!" said Bedoli in chartreuse feathers.  "Master's getting peckish!"
	"Mmmmph, y-yush!" Mazli scarfed a meaty drumstick.  "Augh, h-how'sh a fat owl tashte sho good?!"
	"He huv a lotta padding," murmured Harth the blackbird, "wuzh good uf him to get fat 'fore he shnuffed it."
	"And I added some spices too!" Bedoli scattered some.  "I never cooked our own kind before, much gamier than I expected!"
Under the roasting spit were the broken remains of a rocking chair, as well as tawny feathers curling up into ashes whilst the cook fed her own people.  Harth and Mazli had once been buff and slender guards, strong with lustrous wings and gleaming feathers.  Now they were sloven with pot-bellied stomachs, their wings sticky from disuse and their beaks covered in meaty juice.
The corpse of Kaneli, former chieftain, was soon devoured by the guards in sickening slurps, stuffing their bodies to an agonising swell as they tore his flesh of sweet golden-brown.  They picked at the bones with their beaks and then carried themselves up the ramps with a heaving strain.  Their faces turned sweaty from bloated cheeks, and their feet struggled beneath wobbly thighs.
The Revali Memorial Pad was once a safe landing zone, once used by the Champion to depart to the skies and ascend for the Divine Beast.  Now it was a throne for the new master, a balcony for a king who tented his fingers and savoured the tongues licking over his huge balls.  There sat Bokrel, the God-Bokoblin who was gifted with a monstrous shaft that was larger than him and drooled constant pre.
Whilst unable to walk like his comrades, he had developed a superior means of agility by climbing or swinging from rocks and trees.  Most bokoblins would never have managed the long swim through the Rito Village lake deep below, then climb the whole of the rocky spire towards their former civilisation.  But this one could, he had proved his godhood through a mixture of deceit and natural supremacy, as his subjects served him well.
Now he sat on a throne built from bones, where dozens of rito had met their fate.  The fortunate ones would serve him still, as the remaining hundred walked round in a trance, serving him food that they caught or kissing all over his body.  They washed him with sponges which did little to stifle the musk of his meaty aroma, a captivating scent that fogged their brains with a bitter spice.
	"Master!" squeaked Bedoli, trotting over.  "Your meals are ready!"
	"About fuckin' time," the gremlin snapped his fingers, "so hungry I could eat an octorok.  Alright. bring 'em here, and you two keep sucking."
Under his balls were a husband and wife, one in pink and one in white who panted with hanging tongues like dogs begging for water.  A young rito's head was disappearing into his cock, his soft white head panting with joy as his eyes rolled up in orgasm.
	"A-aaah, AAAH!  G-goodbye mom, goodbye dad!  I'm, I-i'm so glad we'll be gone forever!"
	"So am I, Tulin," the father stood up and kissed his boy, "now get in our master's cock and die like the good little vermin you are."
He shoved his hatchling's face into the shaft, as a Tulin-shaped body squeezed down the length to easily plop down into the thick ball sack.  The sound of an accordion played mournful to the side, where the village bard Kass kept playing in ode to his god.  The large blue parrot, now the biggest of the Rito after Kaneli's roasting, looked on with a deflated sigh at the fate of his people.
There he saw the former warrior Teba, sucking down the shaft that consumed his child whilst he jerked himself; there he watched Mazli and Harth, the guards fattened like sows who galumphed their way over and bowed to kiss the meaty cock; and there he saw five little skulls dangling from Bokrel's neck, his daughters who whistled still when the breeze swept through their sockets.
	"Master," the black rito saluted with jiggling belly, "wurr ready fur you."
	"Mmmmm, good," the goblin rubbed the swollen gut, "how was that fat fuck then, he taste good?"
	"OH, wunnerful!  Sho delishush, wish we hud more uff him!"
	"I could feed you him," he gestured at Kass, "but I like the music, it goes well with all your screams."
	"I brought you shum notesh on Dinraal," said Mazli, offering papers, "if you wurr shtill hungry after all ush filthy ratsh are gone."
	"Hah, not bad!"  The bokoblin grinned, putting them in his satchel.  "Appreciate it, see?  Yer not so useless after all, getting me more meat after I erase your fucking kind."
	"And we're so thankful," gasped Saki the pink, nuzzling the leg, "ohhh master, will you rape us soon?!"
	"Gimme a minute...gotta finish off this bitch."
She bent down to hear the screams of Tulin, her one remaining child pressing his fingers against the scrotum.  The father swelled his chest with pride at his son's death, whose face wrapped in blissful agony pushed hard on the skin with howling plea.
	"Such a good boy," he bent down to kiss the face-imprint, "we'll be joining you soon, my worthless rat."
A gurgling spurt swallowed Tulin forever, as bubbling pops rumbled within Bokrel's testes.  The rito soon flocked together, watching with glee and fascination at one more skeleton being pushed out with a heavy spurt.  Sodden with pre and stained with jizz, the birds shoved each other to try and bask in his offering, as ropes of goo clumped their feathers when he pumped a fresh little skull of a rito child from his cockslit.
	"N-NNNGH!  Haaaah...fuck that bitch was nothing, didn't even last two minutes what kinda fuckstains you breed around here?!"
	"I apologise, master," Teba bowed, "he was a worthless spawn, I hope your next meal will suffer much longer."
	"I'll make sure of that"  He shook his dick free of clattering bones.  "You two enjoy him, I'm ready for the main course."
	"Yes, master!" said the husband and wife.  "Thank you so much!"
Their son's remains dribbled out of the fat dick, forming a pile of bleached wet bones that they grabbed and fondled.  Teba grabbed the hollow skull and started  fucking its eye socket, whilst the mother stuffed two fibias into her aching twat.  They pleasured themselves in glorious defilement, moaning their child's name as they kissed each other.
	"Aaaah, A-AAAH!" Saki whimpered.  "Ohhh Tulin, ohhh such a good boy you were!"
	"Mmmmhh yes," Teba grinded his cock in the skull, "s-so proud of you son...f-filthy mongrel, just like your father."
Whilst they played with themselves, the other rito took other bones of the newly-deceased Tulin and used them like sex toys, stuffing holes with lurid moans whilst Bokrel invited the two fat guards to come forth.  Harth and Mazli grovelled before him, their cheeks bloated and their bellies full as they slurped on the master's girth, licking one side each and tasting his sweet globs of cum.
	"Bard-bitch, play a song!" Bokrel clapped.  "I need some backing for these two cunts when I digest 'em!"
	"Yes, dear master," Kass trembled, "let me just...ah, Mazli can you scream for me, I need to find the key."
The bokoblin helped by grabbing the guard's wing and yanking it hard to make him yelp.  The bard adjusted his instrument to his pitch and began to play, as Mazli was first to have his head shoved into the glans.  The roaring heat of bokoblin scent drowned every thought he had, a pure unrivalled stench of peak masculinity.  The pudgy guard pushed himself in and suffocated gladly, the throbbing pillar starting to swallow and undulate its muscles to consume the thick bird.
	"See how much better this is?" said their new god.  "Not pissing anyone off by existing, flying around and stinking up the sky with you fucking vermin.  I've despised you cunts for years thinking you can just go anywhere you want, but folks like me gotta hoof it on the ground."
	"We were fools to mock you," said a blue male, bowing deep, "you...you were right to do this, thank you master, thank you so much for proving we deserve death!"
	"I can't WAIT to be your cockfeed!" said a greenish bird clapping their wings.  "I wish I could have seen you devour my boss, she must have looked amazing inside you."
	"You'll all get to see your families wiped out," the gremlin winked, "I'll make sure no one even speaks of the rito again, you rat-bastard shits had it good for too long."
	"YES, master!"  The remaining birds raised their feathers.  "Long live Bokrel, the God-Bokoblin!"
	"Hahaha, hey, not bad!  Bard-bitch, pen that in!"
	"Yes, o great master."
Kass was taking his time to compose a ditty, not wanting to give this foul beast too much pleasure but at the same time unable to resist him.  Out of all his tribe, he had somehow prevented himself from completely grovelling at the creature's feet, but every time he came near, all his worries melted away.  Whether by a stronger heart or his meeker nature, he would suffer the cruellest fate of seeing his friends march to extinction.
Mazli's bloated form tried to shove itself in the meaty tube, which swelled with gurgling wrath as its glans sucked down over the shoulders and consumed half the belly.  The swallowing noises excited every rito, even Kass who trembled with a shameful stiffy as he tried to look away.  The guard's whimpers turned faint as his head pushed down into the heavy sack, when the cock lifted itself in one throb and gulped down the obese bird.
The shape of the guard stretched Bokrel's lance, pulsing with a fountain of pre that sprayed on his subjects who dance and cavorted beneath.  The master snapped his fingers as one rito brought him scrolls of rito fables, ancient legends of their great and noble ancestors who travelled from afar.  Grand epics had been recorded once, of a magnificent windfish whose dreams created islands, and a dragon who once roosted upon a lonesome volcano from which the first rito eggs were laid.  Those scrolls were now lost forever, when Bokrel used them to wipe his dick.
	"Mmmmm yeah," he chuckled, scrubbing it clean, "this shit's real fancy, nice and smooth on the ol' foreskin."
	"I'm glad to hear!" said Bedoli with a twirl.  "What better use is there for such mouldy garbage our forefathers vomited on paper?"
	"Hahah, damn right."  Bokrel ripped through a cummy wad of ancient scrolls, "shove that down will ya?  Might as well make sure nothing of your kind is left."
	"AbsoLUTELY, sire!"

She rolled up the tattered remains of her people's history, then shoved them into the shaft as it heaved with glorious hunger.  By this point the bokoblin's balls had almost doubled their size, trying to digest Mazli's fat as the first telltale groans of his anguish started to tremble from within.  All of the rito watched the guard's fate, his fumbling legs and pudgy wings straining against the folds as Kass started to play.
	"And so another guard, descends to our hell
	A fate so deserving, so pure like a bell.
	So fate and fortune favours alike
	As God consumes me with his like-like."
	"Heheh, yeah, now yer getting it!" Bokrel chomped on a roast pigeon.  "Alright, the other fat one, let's get one in each."
	"YUZH, master!"
Harth came waddling up and shoved his head in without asking, the once-surly bowyer trying hard to push his bloated form down the girthy spear.  Teba noticed his struggle and walked over, his son's skull dangling off of his prick as he lifted the crow's back legs.
	"Might as well help you die sooner," he chuckled with a heave, "don't want to make master wait, right old friend?"
	"MMMMPH, MMHMM!"
	"That's a good birdy," Bokrel patted Harth, "know your fucking place, down in that mass grave I call my cumpool."
He gestured to the railing off the balcony, which Kass dared not look over as his people shoved the bones of their family off the side, and down into the depths from which there came no sound of water.  Marth's ebony gut jiggled when Teba lifted him high and let gravity do the work, watching the fat obelisk stretch even wider to take in the whole body.
The bokoblin groaned at the delicious food, his harpoon shuddering at the taste of flesh as it ballooned once more with a loosening skin.  Bokrel wheezed with the simple pleasure of another death, another life deservingly ended to please his greatness.  The first guard was curled up in one bollock as the other soon slumped into the second, causing a hefty creak of the landing pad underneath.
His bollocks were now enormous, stretching to past the throne's girth and enough for Bokrel to put his feet upon them.  The servants watched their former guards writhing within, a gasping scream of their bloated bodies from which their feathers soon unplucked.  The bare skin started to bubble, boiling with goosebumps of both heat and excitement for their enrichening genocide.
	"NNNNGH, H-HAAAUUURGH!  M-MASTERRR, KILL US PLEASE!"
	"M-make us...s-suffer more, haaah, please, erase us!"
	"Wish fucking granted," the bokoblin cracked his knuckles, "aaaaah this is the life, ridding Hyrule of you fake-keese fuckwhores, they oughta give me a medal."
	"A whole castle!" squeaked Bedoli.  "You should be king of Hyrule because of our extinction!"
	"I very much agree," Teba kissed the gurgling balls, "you were destined to be our leader, such fools we were to think otherwise."
	"And I'll make sure you all stay here," Bokrel patted his huge sack, "no escape for any of you, not even your souls'll find any peace."
	"Thank you," Saki smooched up the swollen shaft, "I'm so...s-so happy to be exterminated by you."
Tears streamed from her eyes with insatiable joy, as both husband and wife continued to pleasure the beast digesting.  They felt the guards gurgle and melt, their beaks pressing against the scrotum once more in a desperate last scream that rattled in stereo from both the huge plums.
A shuddering swirl of his seed began to rise through the obelisk, sputtering a thick wad that showered his slaves in his rich offering.  Bokrel did not even need to climax proper, his orbs so swollen with melting birds that it struggled to contain volumes of his cum, offloading plenty from his drooling shaft that every rito lapped up.  Except for Kass.
	"Come on, join in!" one rito waved him over.  "Take a break for once, enjoy master's seed!"
	"A-ah, I couldn't," the bard bowed politely, "my instrument could easily get clogged, I would not want to deprive our lord of his music."
	"He got a point," Bokrel shrugged, "don't worry, I'll finish your race with you and you can me your swan song."
	"Ahah, hah, v-very droll, my good sire."
Every time a whiff of that scent struck his beak, Kass felt his mind become hazy with joy.  He had done his best to resist, but even he knew there was no future left for him.  All he could do was hold out for hope, for someone to come and aid them as he played his music and made excuses with his silver tongue, much like the storytellers of old who stayed their executions.
But that only left him with a crueller fate, watching the slow genocide of his people who worshipped their coloniser, that monstrous bokoblin who spurted two more skulls and a river of bones that followed suit.  Then came his orgasm, a tremendous spew of heavy whtie cream that felt thick as tar, splashing on their wings and further crippling their ability to fly.  Not that they ever planned to again.

Another two weeks would pass as he devoured more willing rito, who climbed into his cock by the simplest request or fed their remaining children who squeaked joyful goodbyes.  He had not bothered to make a census, knowing his subjects would not lie to him as he swallowed a dozen each day, pumping out more jizz with skeletons tossed to the lake.
In previous times the symbol of the Rito could be seen on the landing pad, a stylised set of wings that reached up to the heavens.  Now it was lost and scoured beneath layers of thick seed, beneath the throne of the new king.  Bedoli was soon rewarded, rocking on her heels before the master's meat after plumpening herself up on other less-fortunate birds who chose to be meat rather than cum.
The once-lithe figure of the burgundy rito was now round and portly, not as fat as Harth or Mazli but still bloated enough to satisfy him.  She knelt before the lord with a slobbering beak, sucking the pre down whilst Saki and Teba continued to pleasure his balls, only allowed to feast on table scraps and semen.
	"Day's finally arrived," Bokrel teased, "ready to serve your god again?"
	"YES m-master!" Bedoli saluted.  "I've been waiting for this all my life, even before I knew you, please!"
	"Climb on in, bitch.  And you, bard-bitch, my back's sweaty I need another towel."
	"Yes, o great master."
Marching over with a haggard face, Kass was now a shadow of his former self with muscles slowly atrophied.  Gone was his lustrous sheen of sky-blue, with instead a grotty turquoise of clumped-up feathers and dishevelled clothing.  But he managed to keep his accordion clean as he pulled out scrolls of ancient rito songs, and scrubbed his master's back.
	"Aaaaaah that's good," Bokrel sighed, "mmmmph you shits make some soft paper."
	"Tis the best use we found," said Kass, gritting his beak, "better to clean your sweat-ridden...self, than waste time composing songs."
	"Only song you gotta worry about is the one for me."
The goblin thumbed his chest whilst his girth opened up to take Bedoli in.  She pulled back however and quickly turned herself round, offering her feet instead with a giddy gasp.
	"I-i, um, I wanted to say some last words, if that's alright."
	"Whatever, bitch," the monster heaved, "one way or another you're dead to me."
	"Thank you, sire."
She pushed her talons up into the cockhead which promptly began to feast, swallowing the claws that curled up safely to be slid down the tube.  She had been long waiting for this moment, that wondrous suckle of the rippling lance swallowing her easily.  Bokrel groaned as more bones jostled inside his thick red grapes, a churning shudder pushing ribs and skulls around where all the rito could see their fate.
Bedoli started cumming the moment her pussy was devoured, a wash of pre smearing across her lips as her bloated belly was sucked into the fattening glans.  She kept her wings tight to her body to make the digestion easier, as Saki and Teba kept sucking over the balls and deep-kissing the skulls that appeared.
Kass kept on wiping his master's back, the songs of his people scrunched up in tatters and then offered to Bokrel's meat to be permanently scoured.  The former chef came once again when her shoulders were slurped up, as her head stuck out with twitching moans and her body was squeezed tighter.
	"Aaaah!  Ohhh yes, finally, FINALLY  my worthless fucking body can feed your greatness!"
	"You were my first whore," he chuckled, stroking himself, "so I'll make sure you suffer the longest."
	"Oh, really?!  You can do that, sir?!"
	"I'm your god, bitch.  I can do anything."
His smile grew with the purest truth as she trembled in glee, feeling herself start to slip in.  She gave one last breath in orgasmic sigh, squirting her juices into the depths of jizz before her final words.
	"Praise Bokrel!  PRAISE THE GOD-KOBLIN, WHOSE COCK SHALL CLEANSE HYRULE OF THE FILTHY DEGENERATE RITO!  OHHH, GOD BLESS HIM WITH OUR GENOCIDE!"
	"GOD BLESS HIM FOR OUR GENOCIDE!" repeated every rito left.
It was then Bedoli slipped inside, a squeak of delight as her body bulged down through the spire.  She fell into the plump bollocks where she slathered herself in the bones of her kind, grasping one and shoving it up her cunt with frantic need.  So wet she had turned that the beastly sperm thrived with savage fury, sensing her arousal and frantically trying to fuck their way inside her, as she spread her legs to let the cum slosh inside and ravage her ovaries.
	"Aaaah!  Y-yes!  Ohhh master, yes, rape me before I die, rape my fucking corpse before I'm your seed!"
	"Heheheh, good bitch," he rubbed his sack, "that's what a real rito should be, a race-traitor keeping you all in line.  Speaking of corpses, I think it's time your whore's put to use."
	"Yes, sire?!" Teba stood up with a salute.  "You...you wish to rape my wife?"
	"No.  I want to KILL your wife, by raping her good."
	"OHHH YES!"  Saki squealed, clapping her wings.  "Please, PLEASE rape me sire, I'd be so honoured to feel you rip my body in half with that magnificent cock!"
	"Then show your ass and get ready."
He waited for the wife to bend over and show her cunt, as well as the perky little ass beneath her tail feathers.  She pushed herself back against the rigid harpoon, gasping at the width and lacking the strength to fully impale herself.  But Teba was at hand to help, grasping her shoulders and pushing her hard with a sudden crack of her hips.
Saki screeched in a bitter agony, tears flowing in joyful suffering when her pussy split wide and her legs dislocated from their joints.  Her belly gorged out from pink to purple-black, the shape of Bokrel's cock taking over her slender form as she shoved herself down with a terrible grin.
	"HA-HAAAH!  AAAAAGH!  Ohhh T-teba...ohhh it f-feels so good."
	"You are so lucky," he kissed her trembling beak, "I cannot wait to join you, and our miserable son."
	"Y-y-yes...ohhh, I'm s-so sorry I ever birthed him."
	"I'm sorry too.  I won't miss you, my faithless whore."
The white-feathered failure shoved his wife down harder, her screams making him throb between his legs as he watched that ghastly bulge travel up her body and break through her chest  Blood spurted out from her chest as the ribcage began to part, puncturing the flesh outwards and soon crushing her heart.
Teba kissed her once more when her eyes became cloudy, and her body started to convulse in terrible spasms when more bones snapped inside her.  Bokrel savoured the tightness of his cocksleeve, who was now impaled enough for him to grab her arms and pull her back fully for the hilting.  Her husband knew what would happen as he kept smooching his departed wife, tasting her blood as he swallowed her last breath.
Inside the bokoblin, Bedoli was finding a whole new realm of suffering to endure.  Unbeknownst to any of the rito yet, he had some power of autonomy over his pendulous balls in slowing down the digestive process.  For his most loyal traitor, the popping fizz of the semen would peel at her feathers, slowly but surely as she whimpered in bliss.
Whilst most of the birds had been devoured in the span of an hour, Bedoli would not know peace until the end of that night.  She kept on fingering herself in due time, resigning herself to extinction and pawing more jizz into her cunt as she felt the stiffening throb of her master raping Saki.  Precum spurted past her to try and offset his arousal, splashing across her face and shooting up the tube to flood into Saki's body.
	"Aaaaah fucking yes," Bokrel sighed, pulling her corpse down harder, "you ready to join your wife, failbird?"
	"Y-yes," Teba moaned, "please, end me...praise the God-koblin who shall wipe us clean."
	"Keep kissing the whore good...and say goodbye."
With one mighty shove, he thrust hard through Saki's neck and cracked her skull in a splitting gape.  Teba's eyes widened when the beastly shaft stretched out his beak, snapped his lower jaw and violently raped his throat with a muffled scream.  The hero of the Rito shuddered in anguish, pumping his cock with the last of his strength before forcing his gullet down to keep kissing his dead mate, whilst Kass sang of his doom.
	"A warrior's pride is broken free
	Unshackled by love, unchained from duty.
	Til death we never part, our bodies turn numb
	For all us rito, shall be glorious cum."
	"HAH, hahahaha ohhh that's great!" Bokrel clapped.  "Now I'm real glad I'll kill you last."
	"You truly honour me," the musician bowed, "our holocaust is but a...a blessing to this world."
	"Hehehe, what can I say, I care about the environment."
His smile beamed with sickening relish as he watched the husband throat his shaft.  Saki now dangled on the pillar, her spine pushed through her back as her twitches became his throbs, and soon Teba's heart was punched down into his chest when Bokrel thrust harder.  The last hope of the Rito died with little struggle, his eyes rolled up in drooling splendour as precum filled his lungs so thick that they popped like balloons.
Teba slumped into the cock's embrace as it shoved deeper within, impaling both husband and wife together with a horrible tear through the rito's ears.  The natives cried with joy as the bokoblin pumped his dick, cumming quite soon with a hefty bloat to the warrior's corpse.  He lifted his pole high to let gravity do the work, as the white bird slid down with a bloody scrape to meet his wife once more.
When Bokrel's jizz filled him too much, Teba's belly soon burst with overflowing jizz, a curtain of white and red that slathered across the landing pad and showered the wretched avians.  Bedoli continued to pleasure herself as the burning hot cum rolled against her, sizzling her flesh and peeling bits away with a tingling groan.

The last week of the Rito would be Kass' struggle, the musk finally hitting him too deep in his brain to resist as soon he would end up sucking the cock that killed them.  After Teba and Saki had been used up, their mangled remains were pulled off in pieces with one shoved down the dick, and the other roasted on a grill in juicy bits.  They scarfed down their hero and awaited their turn, whilst Bedoli would suffer the greatest anguish of any of her kind.
True to his word, Bokrel made certain to make her suffering endure for the rest of those days.  Starvation was the least of her worries, when her talons withered to dust and her legs unravelled like peeled oranges.  Each passing hour came off another layer of skin, as she watched her bones glimmer in the darkness soon scrubbed clean of all her nerves and vessels.  Her entire body was set on fire, and her screams resounded throughout the length of the village.
Three days passed as her mangled body writhed in the depths, her legs rotted off and her wings soon following when her bones dripped like candle wax.  There was a small moment of regret, a brief yet terrible thought in the clarity of pain when Bokrel's allure had worn off, just enough for her to realise the horrible truth.  She was the reason the Rito were extinct, and her mind twisted between despair for her betrayal and the peak of her lust.  But her joy soon returned with a panting scream and a sputtering gush before her lower body completely disappeared.
Her friends and neighbours savoured her death, her shrieks and howling sobs resonating to make them cum with anticipation.  The bokoblin devoured more of them into his meat, but always in the other testicle to make sure that Bedoli would die alone, and ensuring that any other rito died quicker than her.  More bones would be jizzed out of his cock, splatting over the side of the landing pad and into the abyss.
The end of the month soon approached, and with it the village was silent.  One week after Bedoli's descent, her skull would finally push free from the girthy glans to pop with a clatter across the deck.  Only one rito now remained, still tethered to his master by a chain as the sound of an accordion played.
	"At last we see the Rito's end
	Not with valiant stand, in darkness we descend.
	Beneath this pillar of flesh we are bound
	Our souls erased with nought but a sound."
	"Haaaaah yes," Bokrel twiddled his thumbs, "that's a good last melody.for you vermin."
	"It certainly is," Kass sighed with a tearful grin, "tis a beautiful night, is it not?  The stars are rich with the lights of the sacred realm."
	"You know any of 'em?"
	"Hmmm...that I believe is Saria, the Child of the Forest, said to be one of the first Koroks.  That there is Rauru, the Guiding Light-oh...huh."
	"What?"
	"I...I thought Rauru's constellation was there but he seems to have disappeared!"
	"Wasn't me, I can tell you that," the gremlin scratched his chin, "what else is there?"
	"Well uh," the bird rubbed his chin then pointed, "ah, there is Medli, the Sage of the Rito who sang the first songs of our kind."
	"And now you're the last," the bokoblin chuckled, "how does it feel?"
	"It is...strange."  The mangy parrot rocked on his talons.  "I thought I would be sadder, but perhaps it is your overwhelming presence that has helped me accept my fate."
	"You're just knowing your place," the master stroked down his wing, "put the last paintings on the fire, I'm getting cold."
	"Yes, sire."
He grabbed the last of his people's art, landscapes of wondrous mountains and ancient seascapes passed down through millennia.  Kass soon snapped them in half and tossed them onto the fire, watching his history be razed to ashes with a blank stare.  He had long given up hope, his songs now flat and his feet dragging behind as he smiled politely at his master.
Without being told he grasped the monstrous shaft, suckling the head with a soft moan as he knelt beside his king.  Bokrel patted his feathered head, taking in the breeze of a starry night, a world silent without birds except for the rumbling shudder of Vah Medoh circling high.  A gentle shudder came from the bard as he licked over the goblin's chest, suckling on the nipples and kissing over each of the five little skulls on his necklace.
	"My daughters served you well," he whispered, "such good little souls they were."
	"And you'll join them too," Bokrel stroked him, "I wanna hear you say it.  I won't kill you until you beg me.  I know you been resisting cuz you feathered rats have to have least one arrogant bitch who's gonna be a struggle.  But you understand now, dontcha, after seeing every one of your race give themselves up?"
	"Yes, s-sire," Kass sucked his daughter's beaks, "I...I was a fool to resist you for so long, please forgive my impertinence.  I had not understood what gifts you brought, but after seeing all of my kind go so willing, it...it became harder to justify.  But I hope at least that, .my songs gave you pleasure as our last testament."
	"Sure, whatever.  Now say the magic words and we'll cleanse Hyrule of your fucking race.  I'm tired of you, and so's the rest of this world."
	"I agree."  The bard stood up with trembling erection.  "Please...rape me.  Hoh god, my dearest lord Bokrel, I...I beg you to let me join my family, erase my kind, praise be to our holocaust!"
	"Good birdy," the bokoblin tented his fingers.  "Put your ass up in front and bend over the railing.  I want you to see everyone before you snuff it."
The musician did so thusly, grasping the landing's rail and hiking up his rear in offering to his new master.  Below had been a lake, a deep pool from which there had once been fish living their mysterious lives in the dark.  But now it was white, filled to the brim with thousands of bones clumped together with thick semen, a mass grave beneath the world.
Despite what little sense he had in his body, his cock swelled fully erect with the coming end as he felt Bokrel lurch behind him, the beast lifting himself off his throne to shove his fat caber against the hole.  Slowly he tore Kass open as the bird shuddered with a clenching beak, his legs spread wider and his belly swelled with a tearing sound as blood dripped from his rear.
Bokrel shoved his way in with a deep sigh, the bones separating to his will as the rito's legs cracked off his hips and crippled him with a slump.  Kass would have dropped to the floor if not for the swollen meat holding him upright and soon shoving into his stomach, ripping his guts in a deathly spasm as the bard screeched his last.
	"A-AAAAARGH!  OHHHH, GOOOOD!  MY GOD, OHHH PRAISE THEE!"
	"LOUDER, BITCH!" Bokrel cackled.  "LET THEM HEAR YOU ALL THE WAY TO THE DESERT!"
	"I-I'M, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY FOR EXISTING, I'M SORRY MY RACE EVER SUBJECTED YOU TO OUR BIRTH!  P-PLEASE, SLAUGHTER ME, VIOLATE ME UNTIL I'M GONE FROM THIS REALM!"
Between anguish and pleasure as his lower body was mangled, Kass started laughing with tears of madness and submitted his soul to the new god.  The bokoblin shoved forwards to snap his ribs, breaking his chest free with a glorious severing of his entire front.  The rito's eyes rolled up in anguish as he stared down upon the god-meat rich with his blood, draped in his flesh that parted free and dangled either side of the great mast.
His guts spilled over the edge, adorning the glans as the bard's blood trickled off the landing pad.  Once Bokrel had fully hilted, his lance scraped beneath Kass' chin and pumped richer seed over the bones of his kind as the bokoblin grinded into the depths.
	"Wanna know something?" the gremlin hissed.  "I got another special talent of my magnificent body."
	"Haaaah...a-a-aaah...h-h-hurts so much."
	"My cum don't just melt bodies.  It also eats souls.  So guess what, little bird-bitch.  You're never seeing your family again.  No one ever will."
	"O-oh...ohhh master.  Th-thank you.  To t-truly erase us from the earth and the heavens...such...majesty."
The bard slumped as he breathed his last, his stomach split on the huge length and his heart thumping frantically against the shaft before its final beat.  Bokrel would cum to this feeling of erasure, his wondrous genocide now complete with Kass' body hung upon his dick like the figurehead of a ship.  He busied himself with raping the corpse, the accordion still hanging beneath his spear and making the saddest wheeze with each shake of its owner's form.
The goblin's eyes rolled in euphoric bliss, the tightening spasms of the rito's ass still ensuring he was pleasured even after his deserving death.  No one in Hyrule even knew this was the day the Rito went extinct, and all the better for it when there was no history left of them, no trace nor recall of their faces in the months that passed as they quietly faded.  Except for one creature, who stared at the scene from above.
High above the Rito Village, twisting through the air like a living crack in space, was a glorious red serpent.  A god unto himself with fire rolling down his white scales, his horns and back rippled with burning embers that glowed volcanic in the sky.  There was Dinraal, one of the three dragons of Hyrule, who was the last observer of the Rito when he carefully circled the now empty lake, and watched it fill with the bones eternal.
He had never known a creature so powerful in one so small, a ghastly little pig whose gifted meat had slaughtered a race without lifting a finger.  The dragon was curious like all deities were in the lesser beings, but in this case he was not certain to call the fiend that.  One with such power, one whose body now glowed with the souls of a thousand rito, all screaming in agony, their lights disappearing with each passing minute to be blinked out of the world.
The dragon flew down, not fearing the Divine Beast for the deity was too great to be targeted, or even counted as mortal.  Bokrel kept pumping away, using Kass as his personal sleeve and drenching the face with geysers.  The God-Bokoblin did not even notice the ancient until a deep shudder filled the air.
	"Ehh?!  WHAH!?  Oh...hey, you're the guy that bitch guard was talking about!"
The imp smiled at the giant, whose head was six times the size of Bokrel and whose body circled the lake itself.  Fire washed over the air with a sudden heat, making Bokrel sweat like he was on a balmy beach.
	"I guess you saw me then," Bokrel smirked, "putting these rats where they belong.  So what, you here to fight or here to thank me?"
The creature loomed closer with a rumbling sound that shook the mountain, a small earthquake in every breath as it sniffed over Bokrel's wondrous scent.  The eyes of the dragon gleamed like rubies, a smile forming from them as it nuzzled the little demon.
	"Ohhh...so you get it, then."  Bokrel rubbed the huge scales.  "You know what I am, and what I deserve, dontcha Dinbitch?"
Dinraal nodded with a head bigger than the landing pad, taking another deep breath to savour the scent of supremacy.
	"I guess you'd count as a sky-rat too, dontcha?  Well...alright.  What say you help me get this last bitch in, and I'll see about finishing you off too?"
The god of Eldin nodded, pulling itself back to open its jaws and carefully pull Kass' corpse from the pillar of flesh.  Blood poured down the obelisk with each throb of thicker pre, before the drake pushed Kass' feet into the swollen glans and shoved it down the cocktube.  With a gulping motion, the last rito disappeared fully from Hyrule, as the grand deity bowed to his superior, and gently sucked his cock.