Viku didn't dare breathe as he knelt in front of the sleeping vulture. A winged beast several times his size and weight, veiled in thick black skin as dark as his own fur and equipped with two vast, powerful wings, it usually took a group of fully armed, well-coordinated fighters or half a dozen grenades to get its kind out of the sky and strip them of their precious masks, but he needed neither. Instead, the young, golden-eyed scavenger had spent several cycles doing nothing but watching the vulture's flights to locate its aerie before climbing his way across the most dangerous and precipitous towers of the Sky Islands to get to it, and another day on the edge of its crude nest of rubble and vines as he waited for it to come back and go to sleep.

But all of the scavenger's toil and troubles were forgotten as the spoils of his journey lay right in front of him. Gingerly, he stretched out his arms to take the vulture's smooth, pearly white mask off its face. It still took him several minutes to only reach it, however, as he stopped and halted at the creature's every twitch, breath, and other movement, ready to bounce the moment it woke up. Fortunately, it remained deep asleep even when he hooked his clawed fingers around the edges of its mask, prying it off with a wet smack, and before he knew it, he held his prize in his hands with the vulture's black, featureless, glistening face and two huge, intimidating fangs fully exposed.

Viku hardly had time to celebrate as the slumbering beast suddenly let out a heavy snort, reminding him that it was high time to leave. After all, his heist would only count as success if he lived, so he clutched his bounty against his furred chest and thumping heart, whirled around, and shuffled toward the edge of the nest as fast as he could before he slipped into the relative safety of the vents and ducts that interspersed the tower beneath the flying predator's aerie.

The dark-furred scavenger kept moving for another hour before he stopped, making a pause at the tower's southbound face where a few drainage pipes merged to disgorge their contents into the bottomless abyss to take a closer look at what he had stolen. About the size of his face and mask, the vulture's mask was compact and lacked the two antlers that adorned his own, yet it was surprisingly dense and heavy, and the material it was made of carried a mesmerizing shimmer, refracting the glow of the setting sun into small, colorful rainbows, but it wasn't its beauty that compelled him. No, with this in hand, he no longer had to fear the lizards that roamed the ruins, and the others of the tribe would no longer taunt him for how he couldn't hit a dead squidcada with a spear if it lay right in front of him.

With this in hand, they would finally respect him. Bow to him and his cunning.

Viku grinned, a triumphant glint in his golden eyes as he gave the mask a kiss before he got up and had a look around. With clouds rising on the horizon, enveloping the lands around and below him, the rain was closing in, and it was high time to seek shelter. Luckily, there was a nice, secluded recess just above the drainage pipes big enough to fit him, but tight enough that no lizard or other predator could enter, so without wasting another thought, he climbed into the hideout and curled up, hugging the mask against his chest as he drifted off to dreams of fame and glory.

When the young scavenger woke the next day, the mask was the first thing he noticed, and it instantly brought a smile to his face, even though the second most dangerous part of his journey still lay ahead. Climbing down to the base of the tower was easy — he even found some berries on the way — but once he had reached the lowest level, it was time to leave the safety of the building's narrow, winding tunnels and make his way across the first exposed section on his way across the Sky Islands. It wasn't far, just a small stretch between two neighboring buildings, but one look at the vast sky with the vultures circling high above was enough to strike a deep fear in his heart, and he had to gather all his courage before he jumped out into the open and rush toward the next hiding place.

Viku's concerns turned out to be justified because he was halfway between the two structures when he heard the sound of big, flapping wings, and his heart sank to his feet. A vulture had spotted him and was swooping in to snatch him, so he started sprinting as fast as he could. He almost made it to the entrance to the other building when the predator caught up, a huge shadow looming over him as it shoved its face into his back and knocked him off balance.

The dark-furred scavenger tripped with a stunned squeal and tumbled across the ground before he landed on his back, looking directly at his pursuer with eyes wide in terror. It was the maskless vulture, its green eyes blazing with the fury of a lifetime and its fangs dripping with saliva as it bent over him to finish him off.

Viku wasn't ready to accept his fate, though, and he rolled over just as the beast went in for the kill, barely evading its bite as he scrambled forward on all fours, but to no avail. Before he could make any meaningful progress, the vulture lunged at him again with a bloodcurdling hiss. This time, its fangs found their target, digging deep into his scruff before it yanked him up like on a string.

All strength left the scavenger's slender body and he went limp as he was scruffed and blinded by a surge of searing pain, but he didn't pass out, and his attacker didn't bite down any harder. No, it instead forced him down to the ground and kept him pinned until his vision cleared and his initial shock abated enough to wonder why he wasn't dead yet. The unexpected mercy was tainted by a strange sensation at his legs, however, as something thick and slimy stroked the back of his legs with wet smacks, all while the vulture's hot breath washed over his neck with deep, heavy huffs.

Like a thick vine of wormgrass, the discomforting caress slowly worked its way up to Viku's furry thighs before it finally slithered between his legs, pulling them apart with its sheer girth as it rubbed against his belly, then his chest, and finally his chin with an almost playful tickle. At that point, he got the first glimpse of what was touching him, and he whimpered in abject fear as he recognized it as the tapered tip of the vulture's giant, slimy pitch-black penis. Then the beast pulled back, humping him with lazy strokes and increasingly heated grunts as it was getting itself into the right mood for something the scavenger didn't even want to think about.

Yet, deep down, Viku knew that the vulture wouldn't just hump him to completion and let him go, and every time it pulled back, he clenched his ass in anticipation. Not that he would stand a chance when the predator finally dragged its tip across his crotch, time slowing down to an excruciating crawl as it grazed his sheath and sack in passing before it advanced to his puckered pink hole.

The scavenger's heart pounded in his chest and every strand of his black fur stood up in defiance as the vulture's slimy, dripping glans bumped into his sphincter in a few probing prods. One more time, he tightened his muscles as hard as he could, desperately wishing that it would slip away, but a wet, nasty pop squashed his hope as the winged monstrosity pushed its tapered tip into his hole with a heavy snort, sinking in just enough that it wouldn't slide out on its own.

Viku whined as his poor ring got stretched open, struggling to take only just the narrowest part of the beast's monstrous tool, but he didn't get any time to get accustomed to the sensation. With a powerful jerk of its hips, the vulture drove the rest of its giant, slimy penis into his ass, and it didn't matter how hard he clenched down. Nothing would stop its advance as it impaled him. Inch by inch, its tapered length wrenched his asshole wider open than ever and straightened his guts, displacing and bulging his taut belly so much that it touched the ground just to make room for itself.

The scavenger's whimper swelled into a resounding, helpless scream and his widened golden eyes blurred with tears as the vulture's overwhelming girth crushed his prostate into submission. Every single nerve ending inside his abdomen fired at once, overloading his brain with painful stimulation until his mind and vision were nothing but a blurry explosion of stars and sparks. His muscles flexed in aimless defiance, his hands and feet clenching and his claws digging into the ground as he tried to squirm free, but the beast wouldn't let go. It continued its violent invasion until its tip pushed into the small male's diaphragm, forcing the remaining air from his lungs in a defeated gasp.

Viku stretched out one arm at the crest of his captor's initial thrust as if trying to reach for the entrance to the building before him, but his entire body got yanked back when the beast extracted most of its thick, vile fuck meat from his ass. The relief for his stretched innards was fleeting, though, as it was merely winding up for a proper pounding, and his sphincter was still fluttering and reeling from the first stretching when it rammed its rod back into his guts.

A trembling, guttural cry erupted from the scavenger's mouth and glittering tears rolled freely down his mask as the vulture started to break him in with deep, violent thrusts. Again and again, his insides and abdomen were stretched by its gargantuan cock, his limp form jerking back and forth while his mind was assaulted by so much agonizing stimulation that it teetered on the verge of breaking down. He wasn't granted the sweet relief of unconsciousness, though, but was left to find out the hard way that his violator hadn't forced its entire dick inside him on its first penetration because at every thrust, it battered more of its fat, squirming girth into his ass with clear, unambiguous intent.

All the while, rattling snorts and splutters filled Viku's ears as the vulture heaved, growled, and hissed in a twisted mix of hate and pleasure. Its hot, slimy drool soaked the fur and skin of his neck and its tapered penis bulged his guts in a cacophony of smacks and slurps. The revolting soundscape only ceased momentarily when the hulking beast bottomed out with a heavy thud and released its bite. However, it didn't stop thrusting because it wanted to relish the full extent of his tight, clenching depths around its cock, but to bend toward its mask that he had dropped a few feet away.

The scavenger watched through a veil of tears as the vulture returned the mask to its original spot, and he could do nothing but groan in deep regret as he was paralyzed by the fat, squirming cock in his guts. Still, a mighty shiver raced through his battered body when the now-masked beast bent down and glared at him with spiteful triumph for a seemingly eternal minute before it moved its fanged beak back to his scruff and reasserted itself again in a single bite.

With a wet, slimy huff, the predator continued where it had left off, dragging out Viku's ruined, swollen asshole by two inches only to mercilessly slam its gargantuan schlong back in to the hilt, raping him with every single inch it had to offer while he rag-dolled back and forth with increasingly hoarse squeals and whines. But while he was running out of voice, breaking down completely under the vicious anal assault, the vulture was only getting started now that it was done loosening him up, and the following minute devolved into an incoherent mess solely dominated by the brutal, thudding rhythm of the winged monster's thrusts.

The scavenger only snapped out of his stupor when the awfully familiar flapping of wings reached his ears and sent his heart racing with a spike of adrenaline. Tensing up in a fight-or-flight response, he reflexively scanned the area for other vultures, but he couldn't make out any within his limited range of view. Still unable to turn his head thanks to his assaulter's bite, he could only look down at the ground. A ground that was rapidly moving away from him as the beast hoisted him up into the sky, and although he usually wasn't afraid of heights, the utter lack of control about his ascent struck a deep, primal fear in his heart.

Not that Viku was in any danger of falling, as he was still scruffed and impaled by his rapist's monstrous shaft, and his dizziness couldn't compete with the utter brutality of the beast's relentless pounding. While it continued to piston its rod inside him to the beat of its wings, his yellow eyes widened as he witnessed the full extent of the violation. Every thrust bulged his abdomen and stretched out his belly with fat, throbbing cock meat until he saw his pink skin shining through his black pelt while his own arms and legs dangled down, bouncing and flailing around uselessly, but nothing shattered his remaining resolve as much as the sight of his rock-hard, dripping red taper. Tiny compared to his abductor's giant breeding tool, the violent reaming had made it the biggest and stiffest he had ever seen, while the pain from getting raped and repurposed into its helpless cock sleeve was starting to merge with twisted pleasure.

The scavenger had never managed to cum hands-free, but a growing tingling in his loins told him that this was about to change soon if the vulture kept going, and it didn't seem like it was done anytime soon, all while it gave him the most spectacular aerial tour of the Sky Islands. Soaring high above the towers and scaffolds that dotted the area, he recognized all the spots and places he had visited and passed on his quest for the vulture's mask. Sheer insurmountable structures seemed as insignificant as the vast, yawning pits in between, and among all the wildlife drifting across the areas below, it was the odd, scattered bands of other scavengers that snapped him out of his broken, mindless daze for long enough to wonder if they noticed him in the vulture's hold. Even so, they were too far to do anything but wave their spears at his captor before it whizzed away into even loftier heights.

Before long, a different kind of creature did notice the vulture's squirming, helpless payload: the other vultures roaming the skies. Viku shivered at the dozen inquisitive, awfully hungry eyes on his tousled black pelt, perhaps more, while the flying beasts spiraled each other in a teetering dance and shrill, eerie cries that only they understood. All the while, his captor held him up high as he rammed him to the strokes of his wings, showing off its stretched and stuffed prey to a receptive audience that drew ever closer and grew ever bolder as their wings grazed his dangling limbs and distended belly. 

The scavenger had never been near so many vultures at once. A deep terror mixed into his struggle and unwanted pleasure as he spotted more vile, squirming oily vulture penises than ever before, and he reared up in his abductor's hold, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth to stave off his orgasm. It was terrible enough that the violent abuse forced him ever closer to the edge, but he couldn't succumb in front of an audience of slavering monsters.

But the choice was not Viku's to make. When the next of the winged predators moved in, brushing its monstrous, slimy fuck meat across his underbelly and grazing his stiff, pulsing pink cock, it was just enough to push him over the edge. With a pathetic cry, he unraveled into frantic, uncontrolled convulsions, squirming and writhing as his kidnapper continued to drill its gargantuan cock into his clenching asshole without slowing down. Every thrust squeezed another spurt of sticky, stringy seed from his flailing taper and flooded his brain and senses with sensations not unlike an exploding branch of cherrybomb weed, blurring the sweeping, sun-kissed stretches of the Sky Islands before his eyes and muffling the harsh cries and noise of flapping wings.

Blinded and deafened, Viku lost himself in the rush of his relentless climax, and it easily became the longest of his life as the mind-breaking stimulation wouldn't let up. It didn't matter that he had shot his entire load after a few squirts, it didn't matter that the ruthless pounding wouldn't yield another drop, as the vulture wasn't done yet, and the thumping of its thrust dominated his deplorable high as much as the abyssal low that succeeded it, keeping him on the edge of passing out for the minutes that followed.

A particularly bone-shaking thud finally snapped the broken scavenger out of his daze, and when he looked up, a familiar sight of rubble and vines greeted him as well as the tips of his antlers, snapped off on impact. He had been here only a day ago when he had stolen the vulture's mask, and now that it was done with showing him off its kettle of peers, it had returned him to its aerie.

As the vulture dropped Viku into the middle of its home, it momentarily stopped thrusting and let go of his scruff for the first time since it hoisted him into the air, allowing him to recover from the incapacitating bite and stretch his sore limbs. But that was all the freedom he got for the moment, as it reasserted its hold with both wings, firmly pinning him down before it continued where it had left off. No longer needing to curl up to scruff and penetrate him, no longer limited to the rhythm of its wing strokes, done breaking him in and showing him off, it raped him with twice the ferocity, celebrating every thrust with horny, hungry huffs while he barely had the voice to whimper as its gargantuan cock glided in and out of his ruined ass as if it had never been intended for anything else.

After touring the Sky Islands with him wrapped around its dick, the vulture was now on the final stretch, leaking and gushing spurts of hot, sticky pre into Viku's guts as a foretaste of the imminent stuffing. But he was too overwhelmed by the brutal pounding to realize that the beast was about to burst until it buried its cock to the hilt and stopped thrusting with a bloodcurdling, triumphant cry of pleasure.

Not a second later, the winged monster's gargantuan fuck meat started flexing and thrashing around inside the scavenger like a vine of furious wormgrass, churning up a gargantuan load. Its girth visibly swelled his abdomen due to the sheer amount of thick seed that forced its way to the tip. Then the first spurt of cum blasted inside him, driving all air from his lungs in a distressed gasp and stretching out his belly by a few inches as it struggled to contain the raw force of the eruption. The initial squirt alone was enough to leave his midriff bloated as if he had scarfed down a week's worth of fruit and rations, and if the throbbing of the vulture's still-fattening dick was anything to go by, it was only the first of many more to come.

At least, the initial gush cushioned the excessive force behind the volley that followed, as the climaxing vulture flooded the pinned scavenger with his thick, gooey semen, but that didn't make the torrent any less voluminous as each squirt was larger and wetter than the last. Spurt by spurt, the sheer amount the predator pumped inside him rapidly swelled and rounded his belly into a heavy, sloshing ball of cum, expanding him so much that the bulge from its gargantuan, twitching cock was no longer visible. All the while, its giant meat kept his stretched asshole tightly sealed so not a single drop could spill back out. Even when his furred midriff pressed against the ground, the pressure inside him growing so much that it lifted both him and the hulking, heavy beast up, the seal wouldn't yield, and neither would the creature's output as it dumped a few weeks' worth of pent-up seed inside him while snarling and tossing its head around in ecstasy.

Still, the vulture's spunk had to go somewhere, and before long, Viku's gurgling, ballooning belly had swelled so far that it pushed his arms and legs apart and pressed down on his own stiff, twitching taper. With the beast's superior, pulsing penis pressing against his prostate, the mind-crushing, mechanical stimulation had never allowed him to soften, and as it kept nutting inside him with seemingly endless productivity, the rubbing, squirming, and sloshing inside him finally carried him over the edge of another climax, his spirit too broken to offer any resistance.

As the young scavenger succumbed to frenzied, uncontrollable contractions for the second time, his guts failed to contain the mounting pressure any longer, and with one exit blocked, there was only one way to go. Like from a broken dam, the cum gushed into his stomach before it rushed up his neck, stretching and bulging it out from the inside until it burst from his open muzzle in a messy splatter, throttling his pathetic cries and whines into wet gagging and choking.

The vulture let out a bone-chilling shriek as it noticed that Viku was disgorging its seed like a spillway during the Rain, and he couldn't tell what it thought until it pulled its nasty, convulsing fuck meat out of his ruined ass and began to pound him through their mutual climax with rekindled lust. Over the next minute, every time it plunged its cock in to the hilt, semen blasted out his muzzle, and every time it pulled back, more came splashing out the other end until the beast's torrential output ebbed.

Riding out its fading orgasm, the winged predator kept its oversized rod stuck inside the scavenger's guts until the twitching stopped entirely, and only then, it yanked it back out with the same ruthlessness with which it had rammed it in. It wasn't done yet, though, as it first wiped its dripping, cum-soaked schlong dry on his ruffled, sweaty fur, tinging the tousled black white, before it dragged his bloated, broken body to the edge of the aerie, haphazardly covering him with a few dried vines and pieces of brick. Piercing his ears with one last, guttural cry, it then lifted off and left him with nothing but his thoughts and a gargantuan belly full of hot, slimy seed.

At that point, Viku realized that somehow, he had come out of this alive and free to leave, as his violator disappeared between the other towers. Although, he wasn't sure how much his regained freedom was worth, as he was still weighed down heavily by the aftermath of his rape, his limbs weak, his muzzle and fur dripping with sticky, nauseatingly musky cum, his antlers broken, and his asshole so ruined and agape that he could feel the wind brushing across his prostate. He couldn't run or climb like this, hardly even move at all, but the thought of another vulture passing by the aerie and spotting his plumpened body, ripe for the picking, encouraged him enough to start dragging his bloated self toward the closest hideout he would still fit in to recover from his punishment.