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A Caught Fish

Fyson hummed quietly to himself, his large teal wings spread to their fullest before lightly dipping to flap. The forest green tinge on the edges of his wings contrasted along with the white underside seen below as the rito flew above the road. His black tipped yellow beak curved into a smile, his yellow eyes alight and his braided feathers caught by the wind as he soared through the sky. Nothing was more precious to rito than the sky itself, their domain in the world. It felt better without much if any clothing, the armor he wore covered at the chest and hooked about one shoulder by a sailcloth of sorts. His trousers allowed his black striped white tail feathers to fly freely, though any rito would tell another how they hate pants and prefer their loincloth.

Approaching the south Akkala lake, Fyson felt his stomach grumble lightly. It had taken him a few days to trek from the Hebra region to visit his mother back to the Akkala region where his new home and business was. It just happened to be getting later in the evening and the rito needed to eat. Knowing the waters were full of fish to eat, Fyson turned himself towards the lake before he dove straight down. His wings flew out as he righted himself and slowed his descent barely above the ground, his smile undiminished. Though his smile turned neutral when he heard a call from the water. It wasn't from distaste, but rather distrust. You could never be too careful, after all.

Turning, his gaze beheld one of the zora, the aquatic people of Hyrule. This particular zora was a deep blue, contrasting with the cream colored underside of his face and underneath his tail fin that extended from his head. Two flaps fell over either side of his head, the yellow slitted eyes brimming with light. Fyson couldn't feel any ill will towards him so he relaxed some of the tension of his body. He couldn't see far into the water at this distance, so everything below the strange seeming collar the people wore was a slight mystery.

"Hoi there!" The zora spoke, waving his arm with a fin attached and also showing a necklace of sorts around his neck. Never being one to seem rude, the rito took this chance to speak.

"Hello."

"That was quite the dive there friend."

"Thanks?"

The confused look must have shown as the zora explained. "I believe that one is at their most beautiful when they are diving. Namely into water, but your air one was great!"

A slight flush lit the Fyson's cheeks as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Ah. Sorry to disappoint, I prefer my clothing not soaking wet."

The zora tilted his head. "Were you planning to swim then?"

"To catch some fish."

"Ah, perhaps I could make a suggestion then?"

The rito was curious, he would give the zora that. "What do you suggest?"

"I have a camp not far from here." The zora pointed to a further point down the lake. "Lightly sheltered by trees in a circle. I could get you some of the fish if you wouldn't mind starting up a campfire. Oh, how rude of me." The zora moved throw the water, climbing up onto the shore to approach Fyson and hold out one of his hands. "My name's Gruve."

The rito was able to get a once-over on Gruve before the zora got too close. The cream color extended all down the torso and belly to the knees, webbed feet, strange fin flaps on his hips and black slits on his sides that were probably gills. What made the rito flush was that he wore only a loincloth about his waist, something akin to silk he'd wager, held up by a diamond belt of sorts. A blue trail started near where Fyson suspected the navel would have been that grew out more as it approached the cloth and the rito was slightly ashamed that he thought he saw the outline of a bulge in said clothing. Having been with his family and on the road had left little time for his own urges to be taken care of. He didn't pursue the thoughts though, instead shaking the hand given to him.

"I'm Fyson."

"Shall I show you the camp then?"

"Lead on."

With that, the zora backflipped into the river. The rito was slightly impressed before he spread his hands out and flapped them, gaining some altitude before dipping over the lake to follow Gruve. It wasn't long, as the zora had mentioned, but it was more secluded, bushes acting as a sort of barrier and the trees lining a grove of sorts. Akkala was as pretty as ever too, orange and reds on the trees with tan bark. The only truly jarring part was the small campfire circle in the middle, with some ash in the center. Clearly used but not much.

"It's not much, I don't plan to be here for too long, but you're welcome to share with me."

"Very well. I'll get some wood to start a fire."

Gruve grinned at Fyson and nodded. "I shall get the fish!" With that, he once more backflipped into the river and headed back upstream. Once the zora was on his way, the rito decided to look a bit further from camp for things for the fire. Small branches and twigs were what was available and so he brought them back, rubbing the sticks together to get a small fire going. He blew the embers into life, the flame growing in the setting sky. A small grin etched itself on his beak as he took in the setting sky before the commotion at the river grabbed his attention.

Gruve had returned with the fish, but more than that, Fyson noticed how the sleek zora's form seemed to sparkle from the water on his body and the sun reflecting off it. He admitted to himself that his pants grew slightly tighter than they were before, seeming to fancy this stranger he only just met. The zora was handsome, as was Teba who Fyson had relieved himself to a few times. There were other males and females he'd met that he had taken to using for his own time in fantasy, a couple for real. He shook his head a bit as Gruve shook his hand in front of his beak.

"Sorry, lost in thought."

"Must be from hunger! Let's cook these then."

The rito heartedly agreed to that, using a few branches he found as a spit and letting the fish roast over the fire. They sat around the fire, Gruve a little further back as Fyson watched over the fish.

"What's it like, flying?"

The rito paused in flipping a fish over as he thought about it. Haltingly, he spoke. "I would imagine it's like zora with swimming."

"Tell me anyways."

Collecting his thoughts, Fyson spoke. "For a rito, it is the ultimate form of freedom. The cool air flowing through the feathers, the rhythmic beating of wings, the exhilaration and calm from being surrounded and free of everything. It is breathtaking and never enough." The rito paused, his mind lost before he went back to the fish. "What is swimming like?"

"It's like flying." Gruve started immediately before stopping himself. A few seconds passed before he spoke. "Though, it feels more like time is slowed, the senses are dulled and you experience what it is like to just be part of something bigger than yourself. There is no direction, no need, just a constant friend that is always around you."

Fyson nodded, understanding the sentimentality of the words. The fish had finished enough at this point and Gruve moved closer to grab a few to eat. There was friendly banter back and forth about their cultures and lives, the differences and similarities. They stayed like that, talking to each other until the sun started to dip down. The zora was the one to notice, a frown doting his face. He let out a sigh as he turned to the rito.

"I suppose you'll be wanting to head back home now?"

Thinking for a moment, Fyson shook his head slowly. "No, it looks like a nice night. I wouldn't mind a night under the stars." Even if his house was literally right over the falls, he didn't want to leave Gruve. From the way the zora's eyes sparked with his grin, the rito could tell Gruve wanted him to stay.

"Excellent! We can discuss deep into the night." A flush appeared on the zora's face. "And perhaps I could convince you to dive into water?"

Tilting his head, Fyson considered it. He didn't have anything against it, really. His feathers and clothing were all that really concerned him about that. He dipped his head lightly as he responded. "I could. But I will need to change."

Now the zora was considering him. "You do not have a bag. What would you need to change?"

"To remove my loincloth. I would like some modesty afterwards."

"Oh." Gruve blinked once before his eyes widened a little, his face flushing as he realized what Fyson said. "OH! Y-yes, of course! I'll...wait at the lake then." With that, the zora stood and walked over to the river, diving in smoothly instead of his usual flipping. Once he was gone, the rito slowly took off his upper armor, his white colored chest feathers on display. Placing it to the side, Fyson stood up and dropped his pants, his loincloth fluttering lightly in the breeze. With a flush, he let that drop too, revealing his white colored shaft and balls hang free. The thick teal pubic feathers crowned his base, something he rather enjoyed playing with at times. Right now, however, he quickly placed the loincloth in his armor to keep it clean and safe from the wind as he drew his pants back on. A sigh escaped him, slightly disappointed at the clothing again. It didn't matter, he was in company. With that, he took off from the small campsite to head for the lake again, landing gracefully on the edge when he found Gruve floating in the pool of water already.

"All set my friend?"

The rito just nodded.

"Then when you're ready, sky dive into the lake for me!"

"Only get to see it once, don't blink!"

With that, Fyson took to the air, circling slowly ever higher as he gauged the distance for his dive. Once he believed himself at a decent height, he broke into a near free fall, adjusting his angle for a smoother entry into the lake. The whistling wind blew his braids back as he grew closer to the pool, seeing his reflection before he closed his eyes right at impact. The difference from the air to the water was deafening. His opened his eyes, blinking in the blue tinted world, seeing Gruve nearby looking awestruck. The rito swam a little over to his zora friend, waving in front of him for attention. Gruve shook his head, lightly helping the water lodged rito up to the surface.

"My friend, that was...indescribable." The zora seemed out of breath. A flush ran across Fyson's face as he lightly splashed water at Gruve.

"I'm sure it was just like any other. Come, let us return to camp."

A nod. "Come, I shall help you back." The zora turned from the rito and waited for him. It took a moment before Fyson realized what was wanted, his flush deepening some as he wrapped his wings around Gruve's neck and the zora swam back down the stream to their campsite. The ride was short, but the rito couldn't help but notice how smooth the zora felt.

At the camp, Fyson reached into his armor to grab his loincloth before he spoke out. "I'll need to change. And shake off some of this water."

Gruve just nodded and turned his back to the rito. "Sometimes it's strange how we forget that we are different races."

The rito had dropped his trousers, shaking off some of the water as he returned, "How so?"

"Just that we look different yet are similar. I sometimes do not remember that you do not have a waterproof loincloth. We made them for modesty in our realm for outsider's sakes rather than personal comfort."

Fyson was putting on his loincloth. "The rito are similar, though we do use more for amor and whatnot. Perhaps if I'm ever in the domain, i'll see about getting one. You can turn around."

Gruve clapped his hands together as he spun around, grinning widely. "Excellent idea! And then we can do more diving together!"

The rito chuckled lightly. "Perhaps. We should get some rest." His comment was made as he looked up, seeing the sun finally sinking on the horizon.

"By chance, may we continue to speak for a time?"

Fyson just nodded and the two bantered for a time, long enough for the sun to disappear fully and the stars to come out. Laying on his back, the rito gazed up at the stars, feeling the cool breeze along most of his feathers. It was refreshing as he grinned, sleep slowly coming to claim him.

It was a while later that Fyson opened his eyes again, his vision blurry as he closed them again. A grimace formed on his beak as he realized he had woken up in his sleep. Opening his eyes again, he noted that time had, indeed, passed before he started to try and determine what awoke him. It was a noise to his side, towards the dim fire. Turning his head, the rito's eyes bugged as he saw the reason for his unrest.

Across from Fyson, Gruve laid on his own back, but he was letting out breathy gasps and groans, barely audible. The rito watched the zora's hands stroke over his chest, slowly lowering down over his blue scale pubes to his need between his legs, loincloth tossed aside. The zora didn't touch himself, though, as he let out more small noises when he grabbed his cream colored ball sack, rolling the orbs. A drop of pre sparked at the top of the shaft, oozing gently down the blue-tinged head down the creamy length. Gruve arched his back when he ghosted fingers along the underside of the cock, drawing his finger to his mouth and sucking on them before moving them back down. They missed the dick and instead leveled lower, out of sight to Fyson but the rito could easily guess what was happening. The gasp rang out, as did the name uttered.

"Fyson..."

It was an airy statement but enough to bring noise from the onlooking rito. It was enough for Gruve to freeze, his head turning to the side to stare at the awake rito. Fyson could see the red flooding the zora's face, fingers moving to try and cover his erection and failing miserably.

"F-Fyson, t-this isn't what it looks like!"

Rito were known to have better eye sight than most, as the words from Gruve made him aware the other couldn't see his own loincloth was basically useless to hide his pooling desire. Fyson swallowed a lump as he found his voice.

"You were pleasing yourself to thoughts of...me?"

"..." The silence was enough confirmation, but the zora spoke up after his hesitation. "W-when you dove from the sky, it was the most beautiful thing. I felt aroused..."

A flush came to Fyson's cheeks as he stood up slowly, speaking. "So it was because of the dive, not me?"

"...You are quite handsome..."

It was enough for the rito, who saw the zora's eyes widen at his actions. He had untied his loincloth and let it fall to the ground before he made his way over to Gruve. He could see the flush to Gruve's face, but also the lust in his eyes as the zora drank in Fyson's naked and erect form. Feeling cocky, the rito smirked and drug his feathered hand down his chest, ruffling his teal pubes before grabbing his dick firmly. He let out a huff, shaking a bit as he let the fingers slide along the length before leaving it to bob in the air. Gruve beckoned Fyson closer, the rito complying, kneeling as he was directed. The zora flipped himself over, crawling as he grinned savagely.

"It's been so long since I've had meat." Gruve got right up to the rito, low to the ground as he reached forward to stroke along the riot's inner thighs. A shiver ran through Fyson before he let out a strangled gasp, his cock grasped in a hand. A shudder this time as a tongue ran along his own lighter teal-tinged tip. Pre leaked from his need, a hum coming from the zora.

"Salty. I'll have a proper taste now." The words became breathy at the end, the warm air causing the rito's dick to throb harder. Fyson let out a gasp, his wings coming down to rest on Gruve's head as said zora took him into the warm, wet cavern that was his mouth. Already the tongue was lashing over his cumslit, the rito's face flushing as he groaned out. The zora slowly slid the length deeper in, taking him to the half way point before stopping. Fyson was already breathing harder, a cry escaping his beak as Gruve pulled back off his cock before diving in again. The action was repeated, diving further onto his shaft every time and all the rito could do was grab at the zora's head fin. A few fingers joined the dick for a few bobs before they were sent behind Gruve to play with his rear, a thing Fyson took small note of. It fled his mind as soon as the zora hummed, vibrations running along his cock and throughout his spine. A gasp came from the rito before a slurping sound emitted around them. Gruve was grinning up at the disheveled Fyson, his tongue coming out to lick his lips.

"I think you're ready."

The zora removed the fingers in his rear and turned around, presenting his blue rear to the rito. Gruve lightly shook it before Fyson grabbed ahold of both cheeks in his wings. He lightly rubbed and squeezed them, making the zora moan softly. Fyson felt the solidness in the rump when Gruve tensed up, making him crave the insides all the more. Without waiting, the rito moved forward, placing his shaft between the scaled cheeks and lightly ground up and down. A gasp came from Gruve before he whined.

"Dive into my pool Fyson!"

A strange phrase for sure, but one a lust fueled rito understood without anymore prompting. Holding open the rear end of the zora in one hand, the other on the base of his own shaft, Fyson angled his cock to let his teal-tinged head run in the cleft before he found his mark. He could feel Gruve shaking, in nerves or desire was unsure, but the rito wasn't of right mind to care. Instead, his hips pushed forwards, trying to breach the ring before he let out a gasp. The zora relaxed and his cock slid in nicely, feeling the tight warmth the snug fit was. A small yelp made Fyson pause, Gruve gulping in air as they waited for the pain to pass.

It was a bit before Gruve looked over his shoulder, nodding for the rito to continue. Fyson took it slow, even if everything in him wanted him to shove in fully. He shook as he sunk in to his halfway mark, stopping again for a bit to allow the zora to adjust before he pulled himself back out to his head. With somewhat faster movements, the rito pushed back in and got deeper. He let out small grunts and hums, hisses and moans coming from Gruve. Fyson took it upon himself to stroke over the zora's back and sides to try and relax him enough as he sunk ever deeper. It didn't take long before the rito was balls deep, hips flush against the rump. Once again, he waited until Gruve gave the go ahead before he started.

Fyson started slow, pulling his hips back to sink a little faster back into the warm insides beneath him. A shiver ran through him as he dug into Gruve, a grin forming on his beak as he heard the pleasant noises coming from the zora. The slow in and out gradually got faster, the rito feeling the zora relax and enjoy himself some more with every thrust. His balls started to smack against the scaled rear, the earthy smell of sex growing in the air. At random times, Gruve would tense up around him, whether he was pushing in or pulling out and it made him grunt and shove a little harder each time. It wasn't long before the zora looked over his shoulder, yellow eyes piercing.

"Fuck me!"

The rito complied, his hands moving to grab Gruve's hips before he shoved in hard. His pace was faster and harder now, sawing into the zora as wet smacks echoed around them. Fyson saw Gruve reposition his arm to support his weight on one as the other moved between his legs, likely to jerk himself to the stabbing in his rump. Fyson was all too aware of the great sensation a cock in the ass could do, especially if used right. So the rito slowed his pace a bit, using harder thrusts as he adjusted his angle a few times to find it. When Gruve let out what was akin to a roar, Fyson knew he'd found the pleasure spot and with renewed vigor rammed into it repeatedly. The rito could feel his balls tensing in need to fill.

His hips pumping away, Fyson easily pierced the ever tightening walls around his shaft. If the words "Ooooh fuuuucccckkkk" weren't enough to tell him Gruve had reached his end, then the repeated spasms along his dick was more than enough. Plowing into an ass in orgasm was intense, being milked for what he was worth as he did so. It didn't take Fyson long before he reached his peak too. Burying himself to his hilt in the zora, the rito let out a cry as his balls bounced. Rope after rope of his thick seed flooded into Gruve's innards, splashing the white coloring along the pink walls. He felt as small rivulets of cum poured from the hole he filled, some running along his balls even. His chest heaved as the rito tapered off after the zora, both of them catching their breaths. Fyson could feel Gruve shaking under him, even feeling weak limbed himself. Wrapping his wings around the zora, Fyson tugged on him to have them lay on their sides, spooning while still inside. It caused them to moan out together from the extra stimulation but the rito didn't care overly much. He nuzzled at Gruve's neck.

"Goddess..."

Fyson chuckled a little. "I d-don't think she w-wants to see us right now."

That got a chuckle from Gruve. "All could s-see. It wo-wouldn't matter.

A sigh from Fyson as he snuggled harder against the zora. "I hope this isn't a one time thing."

"You live in Tarry Town?"

"Yes."

"Then we shall do this a lot, my friend."

The rito was happy to hear that. Truly, this bird had caught himself a fish to keep.