Tulin’s wings glid across the chilling winds of the mountainous Tanbantha Frontier he called home. The young Rito warrior’s sapphire eyes surveyed the distant ground below, like the avians he was akin to; searching for their next meal.

But Tulin wasn’t searching for a shrew or salmon to feast. Instead, he was looking for another Rito.

Earlier on, at Rito Village. He had heard talk that one of the villagers had not returned from a day of foraging for food, causing worry amongst the bird-people that had just gotten used to times of peace again.

Not only being a prodigy warrior at his age, but also the sage of wind. The bird-boy put an end to all worry, by proclaiming he’ll find the missing villager. He then took flight from Revali’s landing, determined to find them before sundown.

Since then, Tulin had luck on his side, as when he went in the direction the Rito had gone, he quickly found traces of them by a river. These came in the form of a couple orange feathers, and a broken wicker basket which contained a couple strands of wheat and bruised fruit.

To a warrior like Tulin, these were clear signs that a small struggle happened here. And with that info, the bird had a good idea of where the missing bird could be. So with that in mind, he took flight again, and it didn’t take long to find where they could be.

Only a few miles away from the stream was a cave. But what was clearer than day was the rough wooden barricades covering the mouth, alongside three bokoblins sulking around and protecting it. The boy’s intuition was right that the missing Rito had been caught by a bunch of monsters, now he had to hope that they were okay and not roasted into these monsters’ next meal.

In mid-air. The white-feathered Rito grasped his bow in his talons, then fired three consecutive shots that would make his idol, Link, be jealous of, as each arrow hit its mark within the heads of those bokoblins, all three poofing into smoking before they could even tell what was going on.

After that, getting inside undetected was a cakewalk. There were few monsters in there, which he easily snuck around, thanks to his lithe and short-statured body. And those which posed a threat or blocked his path were easily felled with his skilled bowmanship. It didn’t take long for him to find them, and what they saw was something the young Rito had never seen in his life.

Tulin could tell who the Rito was from the moment his eyes laid on her orange plumage and long, flowing head feathers. It was Ulti. But instead of the upbeat, smiling Rito he knew, Ulti sat on the ground with a blank expression, feathery hands tied above her head. The clothes she wore had been thrown to one side in a messy pile, meaning that the young bird had a full sight of her naked form, especially her sex, which had seen heavy usage, with thick seed leaking from it, the very same which drooled out from one side of her beak. To the teen, he could tell that this was carnal, but not in the sense he thought.

“U-Ulti?” Tulin spoke out to her, hoping that she was still alive. He slowly made his way closer, the scent of the depraved acts that happened in this cavern hitting his nose like a Moblin’s club. His avian alterfullness was able to catch the faint breathing of the Rito female, confirming that she was among the living. Unbinding her hands, Tulin softly shook her, whilst getting a glimpse of her ample chest swaying as he did.

“Come on, we need to get out you of here. The village is worried about you,” He said in a raised voice, shaking them more, but was unable to get a sign of consciousness, outside of those creepily open and unblinking eyes.

“Please wake up, we don’t know when more will-” Sadly, Tulin’s worry became true, as the faint sound of shifting rock alerted him to someone who had entered the cavern.

Tulin had seen Wizzrobes before. These blacked skinned, sharp toothed monsters had always irked the small bird, especially when he learnt how they looked beneath those robes. But something was up with this one , Wizzrobes were only seen in three different coloured robes, red, yellow and blue; Tulin had never seen one clad in pink before.

Still, a Wizzrobe was a Wizzrobe, it was a monster that posed a threat to him and others. And seeing how this one brandished a rod with a pink gem atop it, the same shade as its robes; the teenage warrior’s combat instincts quickly kicked in, as he got his bow out yet again, ready to fire an arrow between those beady eyes. He nocked an arrow, pulled the string back and-

“Be still,”

Tulin’s wing-arms began to ache as he found himself unable to move a muscle. He thought he was quick enough to fire before that monstrous magic user could fling a spell his way. But judging from how the stone on his rod glowed a mystical purple, he had beaten him to the draw and placed him under a paralysis spell.

Speaking of the stone, Tulin found his eyes affixed to it. The way it pulsed and smoothly shifted colours was tantalising. It reminded him of viewing the Aurora at night from the highest points of the village with his dad. It made him feel funny, funny in a way he had never felt before.

But he knew he was focusing on such a pretty light, because when it goes out, he would finally have his chance to-

“Relax,”

The voice Tulin heard before had returned. The one which made his entire body halt, now caused him to let down the string of his prized bow, which he soon unceremoniously dropped onto the floor.

W-What’s going on? Tulin thought, as he felt his body completely untense. His arms now dangling at his side and legs relaxed, but still standing. All he could do now was gaze at that pretty glowing gem. His focus on said gemstone was so sharp, that he didn’t realise the Wizzrobe was getting closer, only that pretty pink light it held. Even when the monster pointed it away from the young Rito, he still kept focus on it.

“Now, Slave-Girl. Strip him~”

It was at this moment Tulin could tell that the Wizzrobe’s voice wasn’t coming from their eerie mouth, but from inside his own head! Yet the words boggled him, he wasn’t a slave, nor a girl, so what did this monster mean?

Tulin’s question was soon answered. By his clothes being suddenly torn away from his body by none other than Ulti, the Rito he meant to rescue. The cool cavern breeze blowing at his loins was enough to make him realise something was amiss, his head turning to face the older Rito.

Instead of those friendly eyes, he was greeted by a pair of spirals, their colour the same as the gem the Wizzrobe used.

“It is done, Master~” Ulti replied in a voice void of personality, whilst still sounding eager to please her ‘Master’. To Tulin, such a sight scared him even more, now realising he was in over his little head.

“Turn around, my new slave,”

Those thoughts of fear were snuffed out the moment he heard his voice. The funny feeling from before returning, as he gazed into the pretty light. He knew little about such a feeling, except that his body felt good for staring into the light. His small cock began to stiffen and throb for the first time in his life.

The view of the young Rito warrior with a phallus considered to be well endowed for someone of his age, greatly pleased the Wizzrobe. It moved close to his new slave, getting a feel of his shaft and balls. The youthful girth was warm to the touch, much like his sack, full to the brim with warrior seed.

“Your cock is larger than some Bokoblins I’ve seen, Slave-Boy. It’ll perfect for my plans,”

“T-Thank you, Master” Tulin hesitated to say such a thing at first, but getting a good glance of the gem made him more than eager to say such a thing. His charming blue eyes now overtaken by the same pink spirals Ulti had, the tip of his erect member beginning to drool precum.

“Girl-Slave. Show your new mate a good time~”

With an eager “Yes Master,” from the female Rito, Ulti got on all fours and shifted towards the backside of the Rito boy. It didn’t take long for Tulin’s tailfeathers to subconsciously raise and grant the girl easy entry to his rear. Which soon had her beak between the cheeks, and tongue lapping at his virgin hole.

If Tulin wasn’t deeply zonked as he was, he would be freaking out that someone’s tongue was licking at such a place, it just felt wrong to even dare do such a thing. But here, he was enjoying the sensation, letting out a cute youthful moan as Ulti continued to rim him.

“Stroke yourself for me, Slave~”

Tulin knew this order was directed at him, from how that gem was pointed at him, and the newfound sense of lust he could feel in those words.

Not wanting to disappoint the Wizzrobe Master. The slave-boy's dominant hand began to rub his phallus. Despite never doing such an act before, the way he stroked himself was like he had done this hundreds of times before. His carnal actions were being egged on by the rimming he was receiving, feeling this primal urge to prove who was more eager to please Master by following their orders.

The cum leaking from Tulin’s tip became thicker and thicker with each stroke, a clear sign that the white-feathered Rito was about to experience his first orgasm. His legs buckling at the feeling of being on edge. While Tulin didn’t know what would happen, he was looking forward to it.

“Enough, both of you,”

Those words made both birds suddenly stop. It left Tulin on edge, cock throbbing hard. And Ulti’s beak out in the open again, a thick string of spit connecting her to his hole. The two slaves then looked to their master, awaiting their instruction.

“Girl-Slave, On the floor and lay yourself bare for the boy~”

The Wizzrobe Master’s orders were followed by her to a T. She sat on the hard rock floor and spread her legs for them. A majority of that cum had now leaked out, making a white trail from the wooden stake her hands were once bound to, to where she laid now.

“Boy-Slave, Go towards your mate,”

It was now Tulin’s turn to follow orders. Shambling towards the female Rito, with his needy cock at full mast.

“On your knees,”

Getting onto his knees, he subconsciously used her legs for support, leading to both their sexes being close to touching.

“Make them kiss~”

Somehow, the boy knew that this meant his cock and her cooch had to touch. Such a lewd feeling made him emit another cute moan.

“Now…BREED YOUR MATE~”

Tulin knew little about sex. He might’ve recalled seeing his mom and dad doing it once before, but he was too horny to think straight. Instead, he did what his instincts and his Master told him to do.

His tip didn’t waste any time in entering the girl’s entrance. The avians now locked in lustful and mindless sex, all to please the Wizzrobe; who watched on eagerly, with his other rod out and fully hard as well.

The boy began to thrust faster into her, much like how a spearman would thrust with martial prowess. The slickness of her vagina and the cocktail of monster cum inside her ensured that the sloppy seconds of a mating was incredibly smooth and wonderful to the slaves.

It didn’t take long for Tulin to come to his first ever orgasm. His potent seed finding its way deep inside Ulti’s womb. Much like how his size was considered large for his age, the amount of cum he was firing was putting all the monsters that came inside her before to shame. It was starting to seep out from her pussy and onto the rock hard floor.

“Good slaves. Love one another well~”

Such orders lead to the two making out. Ulti bending forth in order to reach her new mate. Their beaks now locked together, lovingly obeying the monster that controlled them.

Who knows why this pink-robed Wizzrobe decided to hypnotise two Rito for sexual purposes. Could it have been so Tulin could sire a potential army of Rito for them to take over Hyrule with? Or maybe it was so they could watch a much lewder scenario than the one prior.

One thing was certain though. When the blood moon would rise. The monsters Tulin had slain will enjoy getting some carnal revenge on their new slave boy~