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Tulin in Trouble

"Hmph! I'll show them." Tulin grumbled indignantly as he surveyed the monster camp below.

But it wasn't the monsters that were the target of the young rito's ire. Everyone in the village still seemed to treat him like a child. He had displayed flight skills well beyond his years, even developing the Cross Winds technique which only he could perform. Yet despite all this, his father still refused to let him investigate the mysterious storm that had appeared above Hebra; the storm that may hold the only clues about the seemingly endless blizzard that was ravaging their village. "It's dangerous to go alone." the older rito had warned him, as if he were still just a fledgling. Well, he'd prove them all wrong. He'd make his way through the storm and save the village single handedly. Then they would give him the respect he deserved.

Which is what had brought the overconfident rito to the monster camp before him. Stopping the storm would be one thing, but defeating a pack of monsters would really prove his mettle as a warrior. Observing the encampment, all he could see was a pack of bokoblins, the lowliest and most dim-witted of beasts. Perhaps not the most glorious of conquests, but it did fill Tulin with a sense of cockiness. This would be easy! He could take on a camp like this with his eyes closed!

With reckless abandon he swooped down on the camp, not even bothering to hide his presence. So it came as no surprise when one of the watchmen spotted the approaching rito and quickly sounded its alarm horn. The encampment was suddenly thrown in chaos as the bokoblins raced to pick up whatever weapons they had strewn about. Meanwhile the watchman had drawn its bow and was taking aim at the descending intruder. Thinking it had a good shot, the bokoblin let loose its arrow. But Tulin nimbly rolled through the air, easily dodging the shot before firing back an arrow of his own. The young warrior's aim was true, and a shrill cry filled the air as the watchman toppled from its crudely erected tower.

But there was no time to celebrate this small victory. As the young rito came in for a landing, the rest of the bokoblins had already retrieved their gear and were furiously rushing towards him. Quick to react, Tulin let loose two more arrows, felling two more foes, before taking to the sky once more. The remaining monsters swung their weapon through the air in frustration, unable to reach their aerial foe. A few even resorted to tossing pebbles at him, hoping to knock the bird from the air. Tulin couldn't help but flash a cocky grin, feeling invincible against the pea brained beasts. Yet he still knew he shouldn't drag it out for too long. Taking aim, the young warrior picked off the remaining enemies one by one, until the camp was seemingly clear of monsters.

With his foes dispatched, Tulin set down for quick breather. As the young rito rested, his gaze drifted about the encampment. It was small and primitive, so there wasn't much to look at. But as he scanned the horizon, something stood out to his keen eyes. An unexpected splash of gold stood in stark contrast to pure white snowscape. Tulin focused his attention on the strange anomaly, and was surprised when he began to make out the shape of a hylian woman. What was a hylian doing in the Hebra mountains during this kind of weather? Without proper protection, she would surely freeze to death! But that was nothing compared to what he noticed next. Upon closer inspection, Tulin was shocked to find that it wasn't just any ordinary woman wandering the mountains; it was Princess Zelda!

How was this even possible?! Hadn't the princess gone missing along with Link right before The Upheaval?! So what was she doing here?! These and a thousand other questions raged through the bewildered rito's mind as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. "Zelda? Zelda!" he called out to the princess. But she acted as if she hadn't even heard him, instead turning and walking further into the raging blizzard. "Princess! Wait! Where are you going?!" The young rito was about to give chase to the wayward princess when an ear splitting shriek rang from the sky. SKREEE! Still trying to process the strange turn of events, Tulin was too slow to react, turning only in time to see an aerocuda careening straight towards him.

The force of the impact sent the small rito tumbling through the snow. Momentarily stunned, Tulin just lied there, staring the direction he had seen Zelda. But the princess was nowhere to be found, as if she had just disappeared into thin air. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Had he just imagined it all? SKREEE! A second screech pulled the dazed rito back to the present danger. Rising back to his talons, Tulin locked his sights on the foul creature that had attacked him. He reached back to draw his trusty bow... but his eyes grew wide when his feathers grasped nothing but air. It was then that he noticed, clutched between the aerocuda's claws was his missing weapon. "Hey! Give that back!" he yelled at the monster, as if it could understand him.

He had to get that bow back. If he returned to the village without it, he would have to suffer the humiliation from his peers, not to mention the scolding he would receive from his father. But just as he began to ponder how to go about such a task, a horn sounded in the distance, drawing the rito's attention. Tulin looked in the direction of the noise and was dismayed to see a fresh band of bokoblins closing in on his position. Crap! Without his bow, he was as powerless as a newborn hatchling. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn't stand chance against the approaching horde. He had no choice but to swallow his pride and beat a hasty retreat. Tulin flapped his wings quickly, taking to the air just in time to avoid the charging monsters. He let out a sigh of relief as started to fly into the distance, thinking about what his next move should be... SKREEE! That same terrible screech from before filled the air once more. "Not again!" was all Tulin had time to think before something slammed into him hard, sending the unprepared rito crashing back down to the ground below. He weakly tried to get back to his feet, but the force of the fall had taken its toll. His thoughts grew foggy as darkness swam at the edge of his vision and before he even knew it, the hapless rito had slipped into unconsciousness...

Drip... Drip... Drip... the incessant sound seemed to synchronize with the pounding in Tulin's head, causing the young rito to groan as he was roused from unconsciousness. "Where am I?" his mind fought to piece together through the haze of grogginess. The ground was cold and hard, yet the surrounding air carried a gentle warmth. His nostrils twitched, picking up the smell of mildew and a foul stench he couldn't quite place. A mixture of sounds filled his ears; Dripping, the crackling of a fire, and incoherent squeals echoed around him. But is wasn't until he opened his eyes that all these things came together. Great stone walls formed the cavern in which he found himself. On the far side, a small fire burned, casting a pale light throughout the room. And sitting around said flame were a pair of bokoblins, one red, one blue, seemingly engrossed in a petty argument...

Bokoblins! Tulin shot up, the remainder of his consciousness returning in a rush of adrenaline. He was in grave danger! He had to escape! Reacting on sheer instinct the young rito tried to make a break for it. However he didn't even make it to his talons before his wings snagged on something, sending him right back to the ground. Too late did Tulin notice that his wings had been bound in rough rope and tied to a stake on the floor. To make matters worse, the noise from his botched escape attempt had caught the attention of the bickering bokoblins, who both turned to face the struggling rito. Tulin redoubled his efforts as he saw the monsters approaching him. He wasn't sure what their intentions were, but he knew they couldn't be anything good.

The two bokoblins looked over their captive for a few moments before breaking into another heated argument. Tulin couldn't make out what they were saying, but the red one was pointing at its mouth, while the blue one pointed between its legs. After a few more snarls and squeals, the fight ended as abruptly as it have began. It seemed the two had reached a consensus and a wicked grin spread across the blue one's face. Sensing that something unpleasant was coming, Tulin put on the bravest face he could muster. He couldn't let fear overtake him; he needed to stay strong. But no amount of resolve could have prepared the naive rito for what happened next.

Both of the bokoblins suddenly dropped their loin clothes, exposing their erect members to the underage rito. Tulin's eyes widened in utter shock. What was going on here?! Though his experience as a warrior was well beyond his young age, he was still woefully ignorant about the ways of sex. It wasn't until the red one shoved its stinking dick against his beak that he even had an inkling of what they wanted. They couldn't be serious! Why would they even want that?! The very thought of doing something so disgusting made bile rise in the back of Tulin's throat. He kept his mouth shut, unwilling to let the unsavory thing inside. But the bokoblin was persistent, rubbing its length along his beak and into the feathers of his face. Annoyance bubbled to the surface, and Tulin suddenly snapped his beak at the repulsive shaft. However the monster was surprisingly quick to react, backing off just in time to save its precious member. It squealed in rage before delivering a forceful backhand to the defiant rito.

Dazed by the sudden blow, Tulin was not entire certain what happened, but the next thing he felt was cold steel pressed against his neck. The blue one was holding his head back, pressing a rusty blade to his throat. It pressed in slightly, just enough to draw blood, but not cause any serious injury. The message was clear; misbehave, and they would not hesitate to gut him like a fish. Despite his earlier resolve, he was still just a child, and the fear of death was quickly overwhelming whatever sense of pride he had left. Finally the blue bokoblin removed the blade and released Tulin's head, allowing it to hang low while the shaken rito panted and trembled from the shock.

He did not have long to contemplate his brush with death though. Growing impatient, the red bokoblin pulled Tulin's head up by the feathers and shoved its dick into the unprepared rito's mouth. "Hrk!" Tulin's gagged around the invading member. The foul shaft tasted even worse than it smelled and the sheer girth nearly blocked off his airway. In a panic, he began to struggle; his wings wrestling frantically with their bindings in a vain attempt at escape. The bokolin on the other hand was almost motionless. Tongue lulling from its mouth, the monster basked in warm tightness of an underage throat. And each gag from the helpless rito only heightened the experience, squeezing the tip of its cock and sending waves of pleasure down its length.

But it was only a matter of time before the beast sought even greater pleasure. Pulling its shaft back about half way, the monster thrust back in roughly, sinking a little further into its victim's gullet. Releasing a snarl of ecstasy, the bokoblin began to hammer away at Tulin's maw, having absolutely no concern for its captive's comfort or safety. The entire time, Tulin continued to struggle. His throat hurt from the constant stretching, and his lungs burned for fresh oxygen. It felt like he was suffocating, running on what little air he could frantically suck down between each thrust. It was already the worst experience of his life, and little did he know, things were about to get far worse.

With his attention focused on surviving the red bokoblin's "assault", Tulin had completely forgotten about the blue one still looming behind him. Getting excited from watching its partner rape the poor rito's face, the devious monster had an idea on how it could join in on the fun. Strangely, the beast set to undoing the bindings keeping Tulin captive. A task made all the more difficult by the rito's desperate struggles. But the monster was persistent, eventually managing to untie the ropes from their post. The moment his wings were free, Tulin turned them against his assailant, batting at the bokoblin with his fists and pressing against its legs to try to dislodge the invading length from his gullet. But his feeble attempts at an attack only seemed to amuse his tormentor, who grabbed the rito's head in both hands and thrust even harder into his defenseless maw.

With the prisoner freed of his restraints, the blue bokoblin could now position the powerless bird however it pleased. Something it would take full advantage of. It grasped the rito's tail feathers and yanked them up roughly, forcing Tulin to raise his young rump for the lecherous monster. The bokoblin practically drooled as it looked over the underage posterior. A field of soft downy feathers growing around the tightest little pucker it had ever seen. Any chance for foreplay flew out the window. The beast needed to be inside that hole now!

Tulin was still largely focused on the monster in front of him, even if the painful handling of his tail feathers earned a cry of distress from him. It wasn't until he felt something hard press against his back entrance, that a new fear started to well up inside of him. Was this monster really going to stick it back there?! Mere minutes ago, such a thought would have been inconceivable to the innocent cub. But that innocence had been shredded along with his throat, and now he had no doubt about the level of degeneracy these creatures would sink to. "Mph! Mph!" he protested frantically while trying to move his hips away. But his pleas fell on deaf ears and the bokoblin simply grabbed his thighs before pushing forward with all the force it could muster. "MMMMmmmph!" a scream of pure agony ripped through his windpipe as the monstrous cock tore through his virgin tailhole. With no lubrication or time to prepare, the entry was exceptionally painful, nearly causing the poor rito to black out.

And the worst was still yet to come. Even as it felt to Tulin like he was being split in two, in actuality the blue beast had only managed to sink half its length into the impossibly tight underage passage. But of course the monster would not settle for this meager result. As heavenly as the cub's tailhole already felt, the bokoblin would not be satisfied until its entire length was snug inside. As the monster pulled back, red streaks stood out clearly against the its blue flesh, showing just how brutal the initial entry had truly been. This blood would have to serve as Tulin's only lube as the beast slammed back into him without hesitation. The already tight passage squeezed down even harder in an attempt to repel the invading member, but only succeeded in drawing a squeal of delight from its owner, who began to hammer away at the helpless rito's backside.

Both monsters were now mercilessly pounding the helpless cub. There was no rhythm or reason to their rutting as each beast chased after its own orgasm. The blue bokoblin continued to ravage Tulin's rectum. Each thrust penetrated a little deeper, ripping yelps of distress from the poor rito. Meanwhile, the red bokoblin was still enjoying Tulin's maw. Copious amounts of saliva and pre made for easy penetration, while the constant gagging and screaming felt incredible around its cock. And during all this Tulin was trapped in the middle, forced to take his captors' abuse. His throat had been rubbed raw by the constant jabbing and his lungs still burned, no matter how desperately he tried to suck down air. Sharp jabs of pain cut through his bowels as if someone was stabbing him with a knife, and his entire body ached in general from the rough treatment he was receiving. Tears rolled from the cub's eyes, soaking the feathers around his checks. There was nothing he wanted more at this moment than for this horrible nightmare to be over.

Fortunately for Tulin, he would soon get his wish. With a body so good, the bokoblins couldn't hold out much longer. Both of them increased their pace even further, putting their victim through one last sprint of anguish until the pair finally reached their limit. The monsters slammed their dicks in as far as they would go before depositing their loads deep within the cub's gut. Tulin's gagging came back stronger than ever as a thick sticky substance was shot straight down his gullet. At the same time, a similarly warm sensation spread throughout his bowels, filling them to the brim with foul monster spunk.

At last the beasts removed their rods, allowing the exhausted rito to collapse to the ground, where he continued to choke and cough up monster cum. He had done it. His gut felt bloated and his body was sore, but he had endured. The bokoblins looked to each other with satisfied grins. The two exchanged a few words in their primitive tongue before suddenly venturing out of the room, leaving Tulin all alone. This was his chance. He had to escape before those monsters came back for another round. Reaching out with one trembling wing after the other, the poor cub desperately pulled himself across the ground. Unfortunately it really was a fool's errand. Even after several arduous minutes of crawling, he had hardly made any progress towards his goal. To make matters worse, he had no idea where he was going. He had simply chosen to head the opposite direction of the bokoblins, wanting to get as far away from those monsters as possible. But whether or not it would actually lead him out of here was completely unknown. Still, he had to cling to that sliver of hope. Anything, if it meant never having to go through that torture again.

Minutes passed by and Tulin crept ever closer to his destination. But just as it seemed that he might actually make it out of the chamber, his worst fears were realized. Voices could be heard echoing from behind him, the squealing gibberish of bokoblins. Panic start to well up in the terrified rito's mind, but no matter how hard he willed himself to move, his body simply could not keep up with his demands. The voices grew ever louder as Tulin's window for hiding grew ever narrower. Fresh tears formed in the young rito's eyes. He could feel the light of hope fading away and the shadow of despair gripping his heart.

And then he heard it, a loud squeal of alarm followed by dozens of footstep rushing in his direction. The next thing he knew, powerful hands grasped the base of his talons, and he was roughly hauled back to the center of the cavern. Tulin found himself surrounded by dozens of bokoblins spanning every pigment. Red, blue, black, and silver; all gazing upon him with lustful stares and hardened dicks. It was a scene Tulin could not have even conceived of hours ago, but was now the most horrifying thing he could possibly have imagined. He had barely survived two of those monsters. How was he supposed to endure an entire army of them?! One answer clawed at the back of his mind, one he tried hard to push aside; perhaps he wasn't...

A tense stillness hung in the air, the calm before the storm... And then the horde was upon him, grabbing and groping at any part of the cub they could get their grubby hands on. Tulin struggled feebly against his captors, but at this point it nothing more than the desperate thrashings of a doomed creature. "No! Stop! Get away!" was all the protesting he could get out before once again a cock was shoved down his sore throat. Soon after, the sharp pain returned to his back side as yet another dick was rammed into his tailhole. Tulin was once more cast into the throes of a nightmare. The newcomers were every bit as rough as their predecessors, pounding away at his holes with no regard for the harm they were causing him. And any time one finally finished, there was always another one ready to take its place. To make matters even worse this time, was the crowd of horny bokoblins joining in on the fun. Some of the more impatient ones rubbed their lengths all along his body, reveling in the feeling of his luxurious soft feathers. Others stood a little further back, stroking themselves to the erotic show before them. A few simply couldn't hold it in, shooting their heavy loads over the defenseless rito's body, forever marking him with their vile seed. During all this, Tulin was powerless to resist his captors. He was constantly manhandled, forced into every conceivable mating position, and even a few that were not conceivable. All he could do was sob pitifully, never having felt so helpless in his life.

Tulin had no idea how long this nightmare dragged on for. He had quickly lost count of the number of times they used him. And with no natural light, he couldn't even use the time of day for reference. But however long it had actually been, it felt like an eternity to the helpless rito before the final bokoblin deposited its load into his rear. At last, every one of the beasts had their turn, some of them twice, and the pack began to back away from the thoroughly used cub. Tulin lied motionless on the ground, save for the slow rise and fall of his chest. Cum drooled from both his holes and covered every inch of his body. He was beaten, exhausted, and drenched in semen, yet somehow he had survived the ordeal. Perhaps it was due to his unusually strong spirit or maybe it was just his gradually loosening holes. But whatever the case, he was alive. Too drained to even think straight, he didn't care what the future held. He was just grateful for the opportunity to rest...

Thud...! Tulin's eyes snapped back open, his vision focusing on the ground before him. Thud...! Small pebbles danced along the cave floor with each lumbering boom. Thud...! Something was coming... Something big! The horde of bokoblins backed away even further, clearing a respectful path for their latest arrival. Thud...! The thunderous footsteps were right behind him now. Though Tulin could not see the monstrosity looming over him, its putrid odor washed over him, putting the rest of the bokoblins to shame. It was enough to make his stomach churn, pushing a fresh glob of semen up his gullet. As the poor rito coughed up his latest "meal", a single meaty hand reached down to lift him by the wing.

Tulin dangled within the monster's grasp, slowly spinning until he came face to face with the biggest, fattest, and ugliest bokoblin he had ever seen. The monster was easily as tall as three bokoblins, but with a much wider frame by comparison. Thick layers of fat rolled down the beast's stomach trapping filth and sweat accumulated from a lifetime without bathing. But worst of all was what protruded from beneath the monster's gut. A massive warty length that could have easily been mistaken for a third leg. The vile thing twitched and pulsed with each beat of the beast's heart, drooling copious amounts of pre to pool on the cave floor. Tulin shuddered at the sight of it, his legs tightening on instinct. But it wasn't until the bokoblin turned him around and held him above that monstrous length that the fog began to clear from his weary mind. N-No... No! It couldn't be! There was no way! That thing was as big as he was! This brute didn't really intend to...?!

As if to answer his question, Tunil felt the slimy tip press against his gaping tailhole. A fresh surge of adrenaline shot through the rito's exhausted body, drawing out the last vestiges of strength he didn't even know he had. He thrashed in the monster's grasp, desperate to keep away from the shaft trying to impale him. "No! Please! It won't fit! I'll die!" Unfortunately his pleas fell upon deaf ears, and his paltry flailing was no match for the beast's superior strength. Growing impatient with its toy's squirming, the brute gripped Tulin's body and began to grind his tailhole against its throbbing dick. It was an impossibly tight fit, but the beast was persistent, and soon Tulin's tailhole was forced to stretch even further as the monstrous length slowly pressed into his rectum. "AAAHHHHH!" the poor rito shrieked in pure agony. All the pain he had endured up to this point paled in comparison to the torture he was experiencing now. Whereas the normal bokoblins may have torn his virgin passage slightly with their rough treatment, this monstrosity was well and truly ripping it apart.

This didn't stop the monster though, who continued to impale the wailing rito onto its length. Tulin could feel his organs being crushed and pushed aside to make way for the behemoth sinking into him. A grotesque bulge formed in his stomach, outlining the monster's dick for all to see. And this was still only the beginning. Though Tulin felt like he was stuffed to the brim, in actuality, only a quarter of the beast's length rested inside of him; Something the monster planned to rectify. The massive bokoblin began to lift the unsuspecting rito off his shaft, leaving Tulin with a terrifying emptiness inside him. But that feeling didn't last long as the monster pushed him back down with all its might. A mixture of pre, blood, and cum helped the length slide back in, punching even deeper into the child's gut. Tulin let out another scream of anguish as pain lanced through him once more, his frail body trembling violently around the monstrous girth.

The next hour became one of pure hell for Tulin as the grotesque bokoblin continued to use him as its own personal fleshlight. With nothing to block his mouth this time, the tortured rito squawked and bawled continuously, further excited his sadistic tormentor. But despite his open airway, Tulin still found it hard to breathe as each thrust crushed his diaphragm and pushed the air from his lungs. Furthermore, sickening cracks could be heard from time to time, his ribs and pelvis snapping like fragile twigs under the hammering force of the monster's cock. His mind started to go numb with pain, each agonizing moment seeming to stretch on for eternity. He prayed to the goddess with all his heart, begging for her to grant him mercy. He was willing to give anything for this nightmare to end.

Finally Tulin's prayers were answered, but it way by no grace of the gods. The bokoblin simply couldn't hold back its orgasm any longer. The child's tight body and violent convulsions was just too heavenly to resist. With a thunderous squeal, the monster pulled Tulin down all the way down, hilting itself completely within the small cub. Its cock twitched wildly before unleashing a torrent of cum as the beast emptied its massive balls into its helpless captive. The pressure was so great that excessive seed sprayed from the rito's abused tailhole. But this was still not enough to vent sheer volume of spunk gushing into the cub's body. Tulin could feel the thick sludge flooding up through his bowels, filling his gut like never before. It pumped into his already full stomach, up through his ravaged throat, and finally gushed out his beak and nose, further splattering his body in foul monster seed.

After a full minute of non-stop nutting, the raging torrent of semen finally came to an end. The bokoblin let out a sigh of satisfaction before prying the limp fleshlight from its length. Tulin was unceremoniously dropped to the ground, where he simply lied, a mixture of cum and blood still gushing from his beak and gaping tailhole. His body was battered and broken, yet by some cruel miracle of fate he was still alive. Though the same could not be said about his spirit. His once bright eyes had lost their luster, replaced with the dull stare of a shattered soul. He was no longer Tulin, child of Teba and warrior of the rito clan. He was just a shell, an empty vessel to be filled with cum and pain. As the darkness of unconsciousness closed in around his vision, his gaze landed upon the rusted blade the blue bokoblin had held to his throat, and he couldn't help but wonder; Had he made the right choice?