Despite the Upheaval having calmed down, there are still plenty of Zonai ruins left undiscovered throughout the Tabantha frontier. There are loose rocks, entire chambers, and plenty of floating islands in the area. While the upheaval has ended and no new ruins have appeared, it’s still important to have a clear archive of them, after all.

Most Rito are preoccupied with rebuilding Rito village, but not Dolan. Dolan, being a scholar and all, is one of the few lucky Rito who gets to explore the ruins, chart them and document important findings. Luckily, they don’t have to do it alone - often they are joined by their tutor and Rito Elder, Teba, who has taken it to him to help Dolan grow.

Of course, that doesn’t mean just in terms of their exploration and scholarship, but also taking good care of themselves – on and off the sites. So when, after a long day of documenting a new portion of the ruins, Dolan sighs with a deep look of exhaustion on their face, Teba can’t help but feel like it’s his job to help the Rito relax. The elder flies over next to Dolan, his white plumage contrasting with the blue feathers of his scholar.

“Dolan, you’ve worked quite hard today. The entire week, in fact. Don’t you think you’ve earned a little rest?” Teba suggests. Dolan, however, only shrugs it off. He can handle a bit of tiredness. There’s more to be explored, more to be learned. There’s no time to be exhausted when there’s traces of Zonai to study.

“I hear you, Teba. Tomorrow’s a new day and all that, but I just can’t stop thinking about my job you know. I’m so invested, it’s like little puzzles that are waiting to be solved!” Dolan replies, visibly still distracted by the Zonai buildings mid-flight.

Teba only chuckles. He recognizes his own passion in Dolan. He can’t blame the Rito scholar for his passion, though he is the elder, so it’s also his responsibility to take care of everyone. And that includes Dolan. Eventually the two Rito arrive back at Rito village, and when they arrive at Revali’s landing, Teba pats Dolan on the shoulder with his wing.

“Before you go roost, you should follow me. There’s one thing we still have to take care of before tomorrow, alright?” Teba says. Dolan raises an eyebrow, but he nods and follows Teba. He trusts the elder, so whatever it is he still has to show him, it has to be of importance.

Teba guides Dolan to an isolated part of the village, a small hut with a single couch and some decoration. For the rest, it seems empty except for some smaller furniture.

“Sit down,” Teba says, pointing at the couch in the room. Dolan nods and gets comfy on the couch, curious about where this is going. “I get your passion and excitement. I really get it, maybe more than you might think. But rest and relaxation are also important! That way you’re at your best again in the morning.”

Confused, Dolan tilts his head slightly. “Is this still about the ruins?” he asks.

Teba chuckles. “Of course. And again, I get it… sometimes I get hyperfixated on a task as well, to the point of obsession. But obsession leads to sleeplessness, and sleeplessness leads to exhaustion, and exhaustion leads to oversights. And oversights are the last thing we need, isn’t that right?”

Dolan nods. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. What do you suggest I do?” the blue Rito asks.

“Oh, it’s quite simple actually! Four little steps.” Teba says with a grin as he sits down next to the scholar. “All you have to do is Sleep, Submit, Stroke and Surrender.”

Dolan blinks hard once, as those words enter his head and bounce around for a bit. He manages to utter a single confused “uh...?” before his eyes start going foggy and his racing thoughts that had been occupied with the ruins suddenly come to a grinding halt. He feels himself sinking into the couch a bit as his beak falls open slightly.

“There you go. It’s quite easy to Sleep, Submit, Stroke and Surrender, isn’t it?” Teba continues as he wraps his wing around Dolan. “All you have to do is sink into a nice, relaxed Sleep. All you have to do is Submit to my words. All you have to do is Stroke those thoughts away. All you have to do is Surrender to trance.”

The repetition of those four key words hit the Rito like flashes of light every time, but rather than being disorienting, they seem to invite him into a nice blank state of mind, one where he suddenly finds himself being much more agreeable.

“Ah, yes… Sleep… Submit… Stroke… Surrender…” Dolan repeats. As he echoes the words, their effects sink much deeper into his already empty mind than before. The Rito slumps backwards into the couch limply, barely able to keep his head up. His eyelids are fluttering shut, and he finds himself growing more and more aroused. Sleeping, Submitting and Surrendering is easy enough on their own… but stroking requires action.

Teba notices the effect his words are having on the blue-feathered Rito, allowing the tips of his wings to slide down between Dolan’s legs. “Let’s help you along a bit, shall we?” he says with a sultry smile, undoing Dolan’s pants and freeing his throbbing member.

“There you go, Dolan. Now you can properly Sleep…” Teba says, watching the Rito slump even further forwards as he says so.

“Sleep…” he replies weakly.

“Now you can finally truly Submit to my words…” Teba continues

“Yeah… Submit…” Dolan parrots, his expression moving from focused to a mindless, relaxed smile.

“Now you can start to Stroke…” the Rito elder commands as they continue to repeat the mantra for his scholar.

“Stroke…” Dolan echoes, immediately allowing the green tips of his blue feathers to wrap around his cock as he begins to masturbate. Pleasured moans escape the Rito’s beak now that he’s finally allowed – and able – to touch himself.

“And now you can finally Surrender to relaxation.” Teba says, finishing the mantra.

“Sur...render…” Dolan whimpers, the words broken up by pleasured moans as the Rito continues to stroke his cock. It doesn’t take long for him to silently repeat the mantra, word for word, stroke for stroke.

“That’s it, Dolan. Let that pleasure wash away your stress and tension. You’re doing so well as you continue to Sleep, Submit, Stroke and Surrender.” Teba encourages the scholar. The repetition of the first word of the mantra, sleep, constantly causes Dolan’s movement to lose steam, only to be reinvigorated upon the third – Stroke, so Teba occasionally guides the Rito’s wings along with his own.

“And by the time you’ll orgasm, you’ll be able to let go to a nice refreshing, reinvigorating slumber, won’t you?” he continues

“y… yeah…” Dolan replies. At this point he can hardly focus on Teba’s words, simply agreeing because of the hypnotic fog obscuring his thought. But he doesn’t mind, all he cares about is the constantly building pleasure.

His wings – and that of Teba – pick up the pace as he feels himself reaching the edge of ecstasy more and more, the pressure in his cock building higher as the need for release. His eyes close and his moans reach a new high as his back arches up from the sheer pleasure.

“ah… gonna… cum…!” Dolan mutters, struggling to not come undone right then and there.

“Good… You’re going to feel yourself enter that deep Sleep in a bit. But first, you’re going to Submit to the pleasure… Feel yourself Stroke one last time… and Surrender to that orgasm.” Teba says, letting go of Dolan’s wing.

Right as he says that final bit, Dolan’s pleasured moans devolve into a whimper as he climaxes on the couch. His cock erupts with his warm seed, the cum shooting out freely and onto the floor. Once the final strings have dribbled out, the blue Rito obeys the first word of the mantra – the one that had waited the longest to come true – and he sinks into a deep slumber.

Teba smirks at the sight of the sleeping, spent Rito scholar. He carefully grabs him, making sure to redo his pants, before carrying him down to his sleeping quarters. Dolan has long lost total consciousness, unaware of Teba’s kind act of bringing him home. But one thing is for sure: By the time he wakes up tomorrow, he’ll be more well-rested than the past few days.

