A flap of wings here, a knocked arrow there. To Tulin, flying and firing a bow were effortless movements, one flowing into another with ease. But under certain circumstances, and intense stress, one ability gives out for the other-- in this particular case, his usual effectiveness and affinity with the bow was dampened by the panicking flap of his wings.

Across the Hyrule plains, the young white-feathered Rito leapt and ducked, avoiding rocks being flung in his direction as he bounded across the grass, trying to catch a gust of wind to allow him to glide down the hill in front of him. His toes scraped against the dirt with each adrenaline-fuelled step, each talon thrust forwards threatening to cause him to trip. He occasionally turned and tried to flap his wings to give him enough lift to notch an arrow with his feet, but he could never find a proper opening, and with that came frustration. In the end, he opted to bite and bullet and simply try-- as he leapt and spread his wings to descend the hill, he bent his body forwards and tucked his wings in to roll forwards until he floated through the air upside down, his head and beak poking out from beneath his talons as he pulled an arrow back along the bowstring. Unfortunately for him, he'd picked an awful time to do so; a rock struck him square in the left ring, and he was sent tumbling.

He yelped, hitting the grass hard and tumbling down the hill at a rapid pace. His vision blurred as he rolled over and over, unable to know which direction he was facing, until he abruptly landed on his back at the dip of the bottom of the hill, where the terrain levelled out just for a little bit, before it lifted into another hill a good metre or so away. He gasped for breath, his stomach churning from the dizziness that swam across his mind; there was clarity within the fog, however, and his eyes eventually came to focus on the hill above, watching as a group of 3 Bokoblins descended.

Tulin stiffened as they approached, bounding their way lazily down the grassy knoll, with their tiny loincloth and large red ears bouncing with each step of their two-toed feet. Their pig snouts wrinkled and sniffled the air as they moved, picking up the scent of a vulnerable rito, and their bright and beady blue eyes sparkled with a yearning that most wouldn't be able to recognise. Of the three, one of them was the definitive leader, a black Bokoblin with white stripes and a big, heavy club, but the other two were just as red as each other, all of them bearing notched ears, nicked in places due to combat, and each sporting pot bellies and lithe upper arms. By the time they reached the bottom of the hill, Tulin was trying to use his feet to knock back another arrow, but the wind had been taken out of his lungs, making it difficult to put up a fight. 

He inevitably relented and breathed a sigh, rolling his head back and looking up at the sky, before he started to giggle. His beak twisted into a smile and his feathers creased around his eyes as they squinted shut, the green markings squeezing down into fine points as his face twisted into one of joy. He tossed his bow to the side and flapped his wing-arms, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position on the grass, but he didn't get up.

"Okay, you win! You got me!" He laughed, and to the surprise of anyone watching, if they were, the Bokoblins started to laugh too, grunting little squeals that came from a mixture of their big pig-like snouts and their small mouths beneath. They were just as amused as young Tulin was, and it showed. They dropped their weapons to the side in the grass and approached further, leaving them behind as they strode up to the Rito and started to surround him. Many might not be aware of it, but Bokoblins were just as sentient as any civilised species in Hyrule...their culture was just markedly different, and not all of them were nice. Tulin, however, had an eye for noticing the 'good' ones...though that didn't mean they were heroic like Link.

As if to prove his point, they started to shift on the spot, making noises that only the other Bokoblins would understand-- much as Tulin had 'befriended' them, and they could understand his words, it sadly wasn't mutual; he had no idea what they were saying, but their intentions were clear as one of the red Bokoblins danced their three-fingered hand around his loincloth before unceremoniously pulling it from its person, the thread that kept it up unravelling at the back and easily loosening under a simple pull. Beneath it lay a small, humanoid-shaped member, as red as the rest of its body and distinctly flaccid, with a scrunched-up foreskin and small balls beneath. The Bokoblins were just as tall as Tulin, if not a little shorter, so it made sense that their dicks were proportionately sized...despite that, however, Tulin found the colour rising to his cheeks.

"A-A deal's a deal..." He stammered, sheepish but eager. He lifted a wing-arm and brushed it over the Bokoblin's front, his feathers smearing across the flaccid length, and that touch alone caused the monster's cock to rapidly harden, twitching and pulsing to life from what was going to happen alongside Tulin's touch. The other Bokoblins seemed just as eager, and it was their leader who first took charge, stepped forwards and reached down to grab Tulin's talon, lifting it and moving it to the side. The Rito let out a cry of surprise, before he clamped his beak shut and watched with wide eyes as the Bokoblin reached down and played around with the Rito's tunic, lifting it up to reveal the smooth white-furred underside of Tulin's body. Between his legs wasn't anything noticeably visible, at first, but it seemed like the black and white monster knew better; it loosened its grip on Tulin's talon and moved that vacant hand between the Rito's legs, whilst the other held up the flap of the boy's tunic that would have covered it. The white avian sucked in a breath as the Bokoblin's fingers wriggled around and eventually found purchase against a soft young entrance, and with a grunt the monster thrust its fingers forwards, piercing the veil of feathers to sink deep into a warm Rito cloaca.

Tulin let out a gasp, arching his back and curling the tips of his feathers on his wing arms into fists, his body trembling and his talons curling. This wasn't the first time he'd had things in there, but it was always so exhilarating to feel things stuffed into what should be a male's hole; for it to be treated like a female one was wrong, but the taboo of it made it so hot. The Rito shifted, keeping his legs spread as the Bokoblin to his right, the one who'd torn off its loincloth first, shuffled closer to get his attention. Tulin turned his head and watched as the red-skinned monster squatted down, letting its now achingly hard cock bounce up and down with its subtle movements. Judging by the way it wriggled and bucked its hips forwards, Tulin had an idea of what it wanted, and without a second thought, he dove in head-first, so to speak, his beak directed down to the Bokoblin's crotch. The tip of his pointed mouth eventually met its mark and he slowly opened his beak, sticking out his tongue until he could feel and taste the top of the monster's foreskinned dick against it. He quivered, turned on, and he resisted the urge to squeeze his legs together as the Bokoblin leader plunged his digits deeper, sinking into the soft insides.

With a single thrust, the first red Bokoblin shoved its cock deeper into the cub's mouth, sliding as far as he could go until the end of his beak poked against skin. Tulin could feel that switching within his mouth, signifying the monster's arousal, but it wasn't nearly long enough for it to plunge down into the boy's throat. Tulin twisted his tongue and did his best to cradle the member as the black and white Bokoblin's fingering continued, slickening up his cloaca with the pre-cum that Tulin would normally utilise to his own dick. The monster only roamed around inside him for a few moments longer before unceremoniously pulling out, scooting forwards and ripping its own loincloth free with reckless abandon, hungry for that lay beneath the Rito's legs.

Tulin's cock had little to no time to even poke out before the leader Bokoblin forced his way in, his humanoid cock, as erect as the others, shoved its way between the cub's soft plumage and deep into his cloaca. A feeling of fullness spread through the Rito's body and the young boy tensed up even more than before, letting out a cry from around the Bokolin's cock as his eyes scrunched up, his innards flexing and squeezing. The intruding member quickly found Tulin's own and pressed firmly against it, stimulating the boy in a way he wasn't completely used to. Instinctively, Tulin hooked his talons around the Bokoblin's body as the monster suddenly yanked back and thrust forwards, caring little for whether it was being too rough...luckily for Tulin, he didn't mind. the Bokoblin shoved all the way in and met his pelvis to the Rito's behind, before he tugged back and quickly lapsed into a rapid and rough rhythm, his tongue lolling from his mouth as his ears bounced with every hump of his hips. The second of the red Bokoblins appeared to be growing impatient, and with both holes 'occupied', it had nowhere to get pleasure from. In the end, it peeled away its loincloth and sought pleasure within Tulin's feathered arm, rubbing its half-hard dick across the feathery surface-- Tulin responded by trying to curl his 'hand' into a fist, giving the monster a place to have his cock cradled.

They worked on him from all sides, to the point where Tulin was dizzy with a mixture of pleasure and exhilaration. He was blowing a Bokoblin with his mouth, taking on into his cloaca and jerking off the other all at once-- the level of hand-eye coordination needed to perform such a feat was something that perhaps only the Rito could do, but he realised that it didn't really matter whether he put effort in or not, for the monsters would have their way with him nonetheless. His innards spasmed with every other rapid thrust of the Bokoblin leader, his young dick twitching within the confines of his cloaca, desperate to come out; the Bokoblin's cock, however, kept it firmly inside.

Of the three monsters having their way with him-- consensually, it should be noted-- it was clear the one in his mouth was likely to finish first; the way he rolled his hips and snorted above Tulin's head seemed to indicate as much, at least to the observant Rito. He could taste the monster's pre-cum on his tongue, felt the way it slid along his appendage and trickled down his throat. The Bokoblin's hands were on his head, curling around his three pointed feathers atop his head and back to the fluff of feathers that made up something akin to a ponytail-- it seemed like he was desperate to push his cock further, but Tulin's beak all but forbade it. Each nudge of its hips pressed firmly against Tulin's back and tried to push him back, but the Rito bowed his head forwards at the same time, attempting to help him in some way. The slick sounds of their foursome surrounded them, but barely travelled far, for the wind picked them up and carried them away to where no one could hear them.

The pants of the Bokoblin's pleasure turned into heavy grunts and gulping breaths that warned Tulin of what was to come. The Rito hummed his own pleasure and arousal around that slightly thrusting member, rolling his tongue to taste every inch and to try and please the monster some more, but the Bokoblin's eager rhythmic humping seemed to be more than enough. Its spit-covered dick slipped around his tongue and the heated sigh that escaped the monster's mouth indicated he was right on the brink-- after just a few moments more, Tulin tasted the gooey, salty substance of cum on his tongue, something he'd tasted before many, many times. It splattered to the back of his throat and naturally oozed down, causing him to gulp where necessary, and he hummed his approval around that climaxing cock as his own member, hidden within his cloaca, wildly spasmed and throbbed, his own pleasure rising. He was so eager to cum, but it was so difficult to do so with that cock stuffed in him-- it was like someone was holding his dick down.

Slowly, he pulled his head back and let out a gasp, twisting his shoulders straight and flopping his body back so he could stretch himself out and openly groan, basking in the warmth of the sun and the heat of sex. He looked down the length of his body, past his little green poncho and traditional colourful tunic to watch the Bokoblin railing him, to see the way his pot belly jiggled with each thrust, the squelch of pre-cum sliding around the monster's cock reaching his ear holes. Tulin huffed through his back, his cheeks warming at the sight as spikes of pleasure danced up his spine and spread to his wingtips, making his body tingle. Every hump of the leader's hips was accompanied by a squelch and slap as the pre-cum stickied Tulin's fur and made his cloaca wet and lubed with a mixture of their bodily fluids. His chest heaved, his beak clamped shut yet doing little to hide his moans and whimpers of delight, whilst all the while the other red Bokoblin humped vigour sly into his curled hand-feathers, pinning his hand down with both hands so he could thrust into it, using it as a hole.

The leader started to hump faster, or at least tried to-- he was already going as quite the pace, and the exertion of his wild bucking caused his tongue to flap wildly, sending droplets of drool across Tulin's tunic, both on the brown, tied part near the front as well as the colourful pattern white, green and orange parts that snugly hugged his hips, keeping him warm in the cold. The sex was rough and wild, befitting that of a monster, and Tulin was frankly enamoured; the young Rito tweeted and quaked, feeling the pleasure grow tighter and more intense inside him, coiling into a tight ball something just above where he thought his cock might be. Each thrust of the monster's amply-sized cock, maybe 4 or 5 inches, made that feeling more and more unbearable, and Tulin's body reacted, clenching up like he was trying to hold back a flood. After what felt like barely a second or more, he felt that mass loosen and a spasming ecstasy washed through him, suddenly making the pistoning pumps of that cock feel the Goddess themselves had descended upon him. That feeling stuck with him for a handful of moments longer as the Bokoblin pounded him, before that coiling tightness in him loosened even further; he didn't think that was possible, but the sensation was also familiar.

Intense, overwhelming pleasure rocked through him and he chirped before letting out a long and tender sigh, rolling backwards and groaning his delight. Within the confines of his cloaca, his little Rito cock spurted and squelched globs of cum into his own insides, seeping around the thrusting humanoid member and slickening the Bokoblin's thrusts, making the sounds of their sex wet and sticky. As the monster continued the thrust, the cum seeped and oozed, the force of the cock sliding in and out causing cum to dribble from Tulin's cloaca, wetting his feathers and causing a suctioning sound to emanate from his hole.

Shortly thereafter, the Bokoblin plunged forwards for what appeared to be a final time and looked down at Tulin with a sleazy look, his ear twitching and his mouth agape with heavy panting as he idolized and hungrily raked his gaze across Tulin's body, looking at his scrunched-up pleasured expression, his clenching form, his squeezing thighs...clearly, the monster enamoured, and so was Tulin, at least in that moment. He could feel the heat and warmth of each pump and spurt of the monster's cock inside him, spreading glob after glob of seed up into his tight crevice. The feeling of it made him quiver, and with the occasional throb, the leader Bokoblin jutted his hips forwards and kneaded his pelvis to Tulin's own, accentuating the motion with a half-growl, half-moan.

All whilst the Bokoblin was using Tulin's hole, the other red one had continued to hump wildly into the young Rito boy's hand, pumping and shoving with reckless abandon and messing up the cub's feathers with oozing translucent pre-cum. It was hard to tell how close he was to cumming, but Tulin did his best to keep his hand curled-- after all, it didn't really ache much to do so. The Rito watched as the black and white Bokoblin pulled back, withdrawing from him with a slick, noisy squelch, his cock popping from the tight cloaca when the edge of his humanoid glans passed the lip of the entrance. As he withdrew, Tulin's cock pushed out, half-limp yet glistening with a mixture of both their seed. It swung there for a handful of moments before it started to shrink, following its usual routine when he jerked off on his own. The inside of his cloaca felt so sticky and warm...it was incredible.

To his right, the Bokoblin humping his hand eventually pushed forwards and warned Tulin of his own orgasm with a half-squeal, half-grunt. The Rito didn't need to see to know he was cumming-- the gooey deposits of cum that splattered across his wing spread warmth to the flesh and bone beneath. The monster pumped a few more times before jerking back and withdrawing from Tulin's hand, reaching down to grab his dick for himself and mindlessly work it with a rough and rapid pace, squeezing out the last of its load as close to Tulin's face as he could-- one or little drips of cum managed to reach his back, but the rest splattered down onto his shoulder, specific on the green and brown parts that covered his feathers.

"Woah..." Tulin huffed, tired yet pleased. "That was..."

Before he could compliment the monsters more, the leader who had been greedily looking down at him preparing for a second round abruptly jolted in place, startled, and let out a restrained cry that Tulin didn't quite understand. In an instant, the Bokoblin vanished in a puff of dark smoke, leaving behind its weapon and a small green gem that glinted, concealed within the grass. Tulin gasped and the other Bokoblins cried out in surprise, frantically spreading out from Tulin and running around in circles in a sudden panic. With the young Rito's vision no longer obscured by the leader's pot-bellied form, he sat a figure standing on the hill above, bow at the ready. In an instant, two arrows were fired from the same draw, piercing each Bokoblin square in the stomach. Like their leader, they vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Tulin alone with just the figure above.

For a moment, the person stood still, before they twisted their bow around to their back and bounded down the hill. As they came closer, Tulin immediately recognised them, and embarrassment flushed over his features. The stripes feathered hands, the spike 'hair' atop a beak-driven head, the red and brown tunic...Tulin knew it all too well. It was his father, Teba.

"D-Dad, I...!" Tulin began, awkwardly covering up his crotch before he could see. Teba's expression was hard to read, always bearing angry eyes and a straight, serious expression, but to Tulin's surprise, the Rito continued forwards and crouched down beside him, his leg digging into the dirt.

"Tulin, are you alright? Those Bokoblin were all over you..." He began, looking his son up and down, his gaze flicking from his son's wing-arms covering his body, to the strands of substance on his one wing, up to the same similar strands on his beak. "Did they hurt you?"

"Father..." Tulin began awkwardly. "Those were, uh, my friends!"

"Your friends?" Teba hesitated and glanced back down at him again. "Oh...Oh."

He seemed to quickly understand and Tulin sat there awkwardly, unsure what to say. Teba didn't know either-- for once, his serious expression looked shocked.

The two of them sat there in silence as the heat and scent of sex wafted in the air. It would take some time for Tulin to figure out how best to explain the situation...and clearly, his father wasn't going anywhere until then.