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"Older and Wiser"

From within the shell of his stone sleep, Hudson could feel the daylight fading. It was almost instinct at his older age; knowing when he was to awaken, and after years of being freed from the curse that kept he and his clan locked in this hibernation for one-thousand years, he was finally returning to his original instincts and habits. He felt the shell around his body begin to crack, the cold touch of the night air exploding open along his thick arms, his stout form, freeing him for another night. It was like an alarm clock, but with a jolt of energy shooting through his body, he couldn't simply hit the snooze button and continue to sleep. He felt compelled to awaken, to stretch his massive, leathery wings. And he did;

"RAWWWWWR!" He emitted to the heavens as the stone shattered off his body and he howled into the night sky. His stretch turned into an elongated yawn, he was just waking up after all and he rubbed his eyes sleepily, feeling that familiar gnawing hunger at his stomach. "Oy lads, were ya still plannin' on havin' those pancakes for breakfast? Last time we had them, they were messy, but delicious." One of his eyes popped open. "Lads?"

There was a flash of thunder, Hudson realized it was pouring down rain. That didn't happen too often, as the castle rested atop a skyscraper looming over the city. He noticed the familiar lights of the city weren't bright as they usually were and he glanced down to see the ground immediately at his feet. It was a muddy, dirty mess and his claws were sinking directly into it. As he snapped awake, Hudson realized he wasn't in the castle at all; but in the middle of a massive line of trees, he was in a dark forest. His heart skipped a beat. "What the? Where am I?" He said after a moment. "Goliath!? Lads! Are ye here?" His voice echoed, but was quickly drowned out by the rumble of thunder that filled the skies overhead. Hudson was soaked and now the water was beginning to chill him as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked around. "Alright, Hudson. Just relax... ya've been in scrapes like this before, let's just get someplace warm..." He said to himself before making his way closer to the trees. Immediately, the shelter overhead dissipated the rainfall and he shook his arms off, soaking wet he took some solace in the cover he'd found as he made his way deeper into the darkness.

This land wasn't entirely unlike Scotland, from which his clan was based. In fact, it looked like an area that could be considered close to where Castle Wyvern once stood, but as Hudson's instincts took over and he sniffed the air, he could smell nothing familiar about this place. Even in a thousand years, he would recognize his birthplace by the smell alone; no, wherever he was, it was not Scotland. The trees had a strangely different texture too, though they weren't completely alien, they were a variety he didn't recognize. Coming across one particular fallen trunk, he slid his talons across the bark and could feel something almost coarse about its layout. "Where the devil am I?" He asked himself again, as if speaking only to hear himself speak. As if it took on some sort of a comfort that he was still there and talking.

It took a couple hours before Hudson was far enough in the woods to relax a little more, it was at that point that the chill under his clothes were getting the better of him. He sneezed, and realized that if he didn't get warmed up soon, he could catch a nasty chill. The rain beyond the forest canopy had stopped, though the thunder and lightning remained an almost perpetual annoyance, lights shooting across the treetops like one of those dance clubs that Broadway always told him about. Hudson found a small clearing and began to gather bits of wood to start a fire. Piling them up on a small stone circle he'd laid out, Hudson mentally calculated how much tinder it would take and went about setting up a roaring campfire. He sat down in front of it, the soggy chank of his armor making him somewhat uncomfortable as he tried to dry himself. Hudson pulled off the tunic he wore and laid it neatly by the fire. "I may be old..." He said to himself. "But it is a warrior's instinct to survive..." The rustling of leaves captured Hudson's attention and he glanced around. "Even when th' odds're against me..." A chill descended Hudson's spine and his hand slowly drew itself to the hilt of his sword, his good eye scanning the foliage just beyond the campfire. "And it would seem I am not alone..."

Two sparks flickered, indicating a pair of eyes flashing in the light of the campfire, immediately followed by a massive creature lunging out of the darkness and flying straight toward the Gargoyle. Hudson drew his blade and deflected the beast's claws before being flung back onto his back. The uncomfortable landing bringing pain to his wings as he landed chest-to-chest with a massive orange gargoyle-looking creature. Hudson's sword was pressed against the creature's neck while the beast's claws felt ready to rip the older gargoyle's scap clean from his skull.

"Easy, laddie..." Hudson said. "Don't be makin' any decisions we'll soon regret."

"Who are you? Why have you brought me to this place?" The large orange creature's breath was hard, his chest pressing against Hudson's was pounding away as his heart raced underneath the flesh.

"I don't know m'self, and frankly I'd be askin' you the same question." Hudson could feel every inch of the beast pressed against him, he was easily over seven feet in height, a good head bigger than him, but as Garr laid against him, Hudson could feel the thick press of his crotch up against his own and he was trying his best to resist his body reacting to it. "My name's Hudson, friend. Now if you'll kindly back away I'll put my sword down and we can talk..."

"Hmmph..." He replied with a grunt before observing the gargoyle and sitting up, removing his claws from their position. "Garr." He said before seating himself beside Hudson.

"Is that ya name, lad? Or some sort of a growlin' noise?"

Garr smirked a bit, amused at the gargoyle's snarky comment. "It is my name." He said. "Not any less bizarre than 'Hudson' though, I must admit." He said. "So if you aren't responsible for us being here, then who is?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. I'm sure my clan is lookin' for me by now, but I'm not even sure where here is for them to find me."

Garr was an interesting creature; he was a massive, orange, winged beast that resembled a gargoyle; but Hudson figured this beast wasn't entirely the same kind of gargoyle that he was. He had brilliant blue markings under his eyes, large blue beads that dangled around his neck. He wore a bright red vest that resembled the color of his back-mane and sported a pair of large spike-tipped wings, but there was something in that bird-shaped beak of his that made Hudson understand that they weren't at all the same species. "So, what are ya?" He asked after a long period.

"Me? I am a Guardian." He said, his posture stiffening to exemplify his pride.

Hudson raised an eyebrow. "A guardian? Of what?"

"Huh?"

"You said you're a guardian, what are you a guardian of?"

"That is the name of my race, and my duty I suppose..."

"HA!" Hudson guffawed a bit louder than he'd intended. "Well lad, I'm a guardian as well, but my kind are called Gargoyles."

"What are you a guardian of, Hudson?"

"Manhattan."

Garr stared at Hudson for a moment, the look of confusion on his face was profound. It then relaxed a little as he let the information roll off. "I'm sorry I attacked you before." He said. "I simply woke up in this storm, I've been wandering around for hours now, lost and confused until I saw your fire. Thinking about it now, I guess it was silly of me to think you'd have something to do with this, as mysterious as I came here, I doubt whoever brought us would be so out and about."

"Perhaps. Or perhaps they just wanted us to find one another." Hudson shrugged. Garr nodded in response, then yawned wide, stretching his muscular body out in a massive display of exhaustion. "Lad, perhaps you should get some sleep." He suggested. "We'll continue this investigation tomorrow night, it'll be dawn in a few hours and... well let's just say that I sleep during the day."

Garr mused for a moment, then nodded. "Perhaps you're right." He said, his eyes scanning the older gargoyle's more portly but thick figure. "Tomorrow is another day, after all." He yawned again. "And I am exhausted."

"Then sleep lad. I'll stand watch, maybe look around a little bit."

Garr nodded and laid himself out flat on his back beside the fire, as he closed his eyes a warm feeling washed over Hudson; he'd never seen a creature quite this large, even by a gargoyle's standards very few ever exceeded seven feet in height. The thick musculature of a young warrior always made his nether regions turn to stone. He'd adjusted his seating a few times as they were speaking, just to keep this Guardian unaware of his attraction. He couldn't help but stare now as Garr lay there trying to get some rest, his large chest slowly rising and falling the flesh was pressing against the side of his leg and leaving a large indentation in his pant leg. He cleared his throat a bit and shook his head, he had to stop staring so hard. He could only imagine what it'd be like to take that young warrior's ass, and the longer he stayed, the more perverted his thoughts became. He turned his gaze and leaned against the tree directly behind him, trying to put the thoughts out of his mind, but every time he'd close his eyes, he'd still see that muscle slowly rising and falling.

Hudson looked up into the sky, the little bits he could make out between flashes of lightning and his own internal clock told him that it was still fairly early. Dawn wouldn't be for a few more hours, if sunrise even occurred here. He kept brushing his claws over that bulge in his pants and more thoughts of breeding the young warrior plagued his mind. He looked at Garr, who had now turned onto his side. Quietly, Hudson decided it would be best to slip away, maybe keeping Garr out of his sight would prevent these thoughts from coming up.

Garr heard Hudson move from his spot, the Guardian had been having similar thoughts; unbeknownst to him, about the older gargoyle. The bare chested male was enough to get his engine going; not that it was difficult for him to consider playing with the warrior himself. There was a layer of white hair on the gargoyle's chest and forearms that he'd noticed; just the right amount of thickness, the ample, rounded bottom. The musculature of an aged fighter that really turned him on. The moment Hudson left, Garr wanted to free his thick member from its confines and grind a few loads out before he returned, but he thought better of it. What if Hudson returned before he was finished? How would he explain that? Garr closed his eyes and tried to forget about it entirely. Opening them again though, he spotted Hudson's shirt folded neatly by the fireside drying, he had to do something about this... Garr sat upright and looked toward where Hudson had been, only to see him gone.

Hudson had wandered for nearly an hour before coming across an almost-luminous pool of water, steam rose from the body which indicated that it was being fed by a hot spring of sorts. He unbuckled his loincloth and removed his clothing, a spring would do his old bones some good, he figured. His perpetual erection bounced out of his clothing as he discarded his pants and on instinct he ran his claws lightly along his balls. It felt good to let it all hang out every once in a while; he was rarely naked around his clan. He tested the water and found it just hot enough to be inviting without threatening to scald his thick skin off his body. He stepped down into the small rock cutout separating and pooling the water, it was only about shin-height, maybe a little bit more, but it was enough. Hudson waded to one side sat back in the water and groaned as it felt even deeper in this end, going up past his knees at standing height. The water was ripply and clear under him as the bubbles from whatever was feeding this pool began to slightly obscure what was under the surface. As he leaned back, the gargoyle closed his eyes; again, his mind falling to the beastial warrior he'd encountered. Hudson opened his eyes and looked around to make sure that he wasn't being watched, and wrapped his claw around the flesh. He sighed and leaned back as he stroked himself underneath the water. It felt better than he'd remembered, it had been a long time since he'd gotten off like this. Hudson leaned back and let out a long-drawn sigh, his claw sliding down his fuzzy chest and his thumb taunting his left nipple as he relaxed into the spring. Hudson's eyes slid open some and he saw himself looking up into the stormy skies above; though he had cleared the trees, he began to wonder if he should have stayed under the shelter instead of risking being hit by lightning, but his doubts slowly drifted away as he pleasured himself, watching the rounded tip of his cock exiting the water as he continued to play with it.

Some days it was almost too easy for Hudson to get off, his precum was leaking out so profusely that he dipped it back under the water occassionally to clean it off. His left claw turned into a pinch on his nipples and he could hear the sound of his tail; having developed a mind of its own, splashing the water beside him.

Suddenly, Hudson felt something else grab his flesh from under the water. He opened his eyes and looked to see a pair of familiar wings and a strong, orange naked back barely concealed under the decently shallow water. "Garr? What're ya doin'---laaad?" His question turned into a gasp and a moan as he felt the Guardian's beak tangle around his flesh and it pulled his cock in like it was a vacuum. Hudson's claws grabbed the rock that bordered the pool and dug in deep as his tail curled under the water and gave an involuntary splash. Hudson's stomach tightened up as he could feel the tongue wind around his thick flesh and he felt the maw close in around it.

Garr's head moved up and down in a twisting motion, and every inch of his beak could be felt as Hudson's body flexed and he let out a long rather excited breath. It had been much longer since he's felt this sort of thing. Slowly, Garr's head began to surface, starting with his dragon-like glowing eyes. His nostrils appeared for just a moment as the beast went back down on the gargoyle meat, enjoying it like a three-course meal and Hudson leaned back, enjoying every minute of it. It took him a few minutes to finally start responding again, but as the haze of his lust began to clear some, Hudson was able to speak. "Lad--where--where'd you learn to hold your breath for so long?" He asked.

Garr's beak curved in amusement as he smiled; clearly indulging himself before slowly dragging his lips back up the cock and off the end of it. "What can I say? I was pretty much born with this instinct."

Garr's smile widened as he crawled up Hudson's chest, now looming over the gargoyle as their bare musculatures touched once more. The Guardian's thick, pulsing member in between Hudson's cock and his thigh for a nice cozy alcove. Garr kissed Hudson, and the gargoyle responded by embracing the muscular younger warrior. While their difference in size might have seemed awkward at first; somehow it fit now. Hudson's muscled arms flexed as Garr's cock slid along his gut, lewdly dripping thick amounts of precum that dispersed as it dripped off Hudson's stomach and into the water. The kiss was somewhat awkward, the shape of Garr's beak preventing Hudson from finding a stationary spot to make out with him, but they made it work and Garr purred in delight, his hands creeping even lower to grab the elder's hips. After a time, Hudson grasped rather needfully at Garr's hips. Their swords crossed and rather heavily wanting on both sides. Wordless as their lips parted, Hudson's grip tightened on Garr, a grin crossed the gargoyle's face and rather eagerly he moved, surprising the Guardian with his show of strength as Hudson aggressively pushed him against the wide of the pool. "Now, be a good lad and let an old veteran show you how it's done." He said as for a moment he had Garr pinned down, his body pressed against the muscular dragon's body.

Hudson didn't need much to find his mark, his cock was already pressed firmly between Garr's legs and rocking him back, he lifted the Guardian's thick orange thighs as he pressed forward, teasing the mark with the probing tip. Garr gasped in surprise at this move, in this position he had no balance to counter it or resist and as he felt the tip begin to penetrate his flesh he tossed his head back and HOWLED loudly as the pain echoed through his virgin ass. He twitched and shuddered, Hudson was much bigger than he expected; or at least he felt like he was, his body rocked forward again and he felt Hudson's cock throb at the rim of his ass, barely inside before he thrust again. "Ahh! F-fuc--" He grunted, his body flexing tight as his chest began to rise and fall like he was hyperventillating. "H-Hudson..." He moaned as the burning of penetration began to subside and the feeling of pleasure began to flood in as Hudson pressed himself forward and deeper.

"Aye...this... is the stuff." He muttered as he fucked Garr, using the leverage from the rock wall to penetrate the dragon deeper.

Garr's mouth fell open and growls came from his throat with each thrust as Hudson pressed in deeper and deeper until their bodies felt like one being and only the color of their flesh could tell them apart. Hudson thrust in even harder, leaning into Garr's very fleshy torso before finally plunging every last inch of himself into the warrior's ass. He leaned forward as if to kiss the dragon, but at the last moment he lunged himself in for a firm bite on his neck. Pushing himself in as far as his balls would let him. Hudson's breath was growing hot and rapid, he wanted to breed this boy so badly that it literally made his loins ache. Releasing Garr from his grasp finally, Hudson leaned back, stretched Garr's left leg up and turned him over, he raised the dragon's ass and licked where he'd been penetrating him; smelling the musk and his own sex was driving Hudson wild now. He firmly grasped the dragon's backside and pushed it up, he stepped one foot out of the spring and spread the cheeks apart with his hands, as he brought his other foot out he dragged the length of his shaft between them before thrusting himself back into the muscle.

Garr yelped and cried out again, a mixture of pain and pleasure rolling out of his voice as the gargoyle began to fuck him again; harder this time and with a downward angle that only drove the older warrior's spear deeper. Hudson closed his eyes and looked up some, his mouth trembling as he was nearing his climax. Garr's tight interior felt like the perfect sleeve for his cock. His growl began to increase in volume until it hit a fevered pitch and suddenly his eyes snapped open; glowing a fiery white color in one eye while the other one was a more golden simmer, Hudson let out a bellowing cry that echoed through the darkness as he climaxed and began to pour geyser after geyser of seed, which quickly flooded and began to spout out of the Guardian's well-worn ass.

As the climax began to yield, Hudson almost collapsed onto Garr's back, his claws reached around and he could feel that the dragon had not yet released. He chuckled. "Care for a second round, laddie?" He asked.

Garr moaned and nodded as he felt Hudson's flesh leave his ass and he sat up on the ledge of the pool. Hudson grinned and pushed Garr back so that he would lay on his back and the older gargoyle crawled up on top of him. His gut pushed against the fit stomach of the dragon and Hudson leaned his body back, his ass gripping at the flesh like he was a spring chicken in comparison to an aging gargoyle warrior. Hudson felt the tip of Garr's cock press against his ass and he reached back, finding a good layer of water and newly draining precum to help ready himself. Hudson leaned back and used his legs to stand slightly, the flesh pressed against his ring and with a low growl, he lowered himself down. Immediately, Garr's instinct kicked in, and he bucked some, making Hudson hiss as the massive flesh pushed almost halfway into him without being prepared. Hudson leaned back again and gently rocked himself into the flesh. His body slapped down now, burying Garr's flesh deep into his ass. The gargoyle let out a howl of pleasure as his cock again began to grow and drip from the feeling.

Hudson felt Garr's cock swelling against his insides, a flood of cum that felt like lava to him was trickling down and flooding his ass with no way for it to escape from this position. As he pressed himself downward he gasped and could feel the flesh throb like he was simply a sleeve for the dragon's almost-gargantuan size. Their differences weren't much, but every inch felt like a foot to him and the musky smell rising from their continual fucking was getting to him. He couldn't help it, Garr's cock was triggering some pleasure center in him that was getting him hard again, he could feel that familiar burn of climax building up again. He leaned back and began to rock with Garr's instinctual bucking his hips traveled forth and back again, Hudson didn't even need to play with his flesh it was coming regardless of what he did and he was enjoying every moment. Hudson leaned back and used both of his hands to play with his nipples, he could feel the dragon's body under him beginning to shake and move with its incoming climax, those massive claws holding him in place like he was just a toy to the dragon, he suddenly wanted to be bred too.

The thoughts Hudson had culminated into a second roar, and he began to unleash a second volley of cum. He threw his head back as his body rode forward, sending ropes of white across Garr's face and neck. Garr gaped his mouth as sloppy bits of cum dripped down his face and he caught a few more shots before he let out a mighty *ROOOOOOOOOOAR!*

Suddenly the flood felt like it was going to shoot Hudson directly off Garr's cock, the pressure building up flooded his body with an overwhelming heat until his ass could not contain it anymore and it went spilling out all over the ground underneath them. Hudson and Garr embraced with the last of their cum floods as Hudson's seed coated them both and eventually Garr's cock popped free, splashing a bit of overspill onto Hudson's back before it flopped forward and began to drain into the springs behind them.

The sun was beginning to touch the horizon with its brilliant golden color as Hudson and Garr cleaned themselves and each other up from their romp. The elder looked at the horizon and smirked. "Well can't say that wasn't a timely expedition." He admitted. "It's almost mornin and I need to sleep."

"It's too bad you don't want to go a couple more rounds." Garr winked as Hudson leaned forward and licked a small spot of cum from his face with a grin on his own.

"I would lad, but bein' it in my nature, I'm pretty sure it would've been pretty awkward--"

Garr didn't even hear the finish to Hudson's sentence as the sunlight began to filter across the sky and Hudson suddenly changed from flesh to stone right before his eyes. Hudson stood frozen, naked and proud with a half-erection. As Garr's expression changed he curiously tapped on the stone statue... "Hudson?"

Hudson's name echoed in his mind as he felt the familiar pull of being woken up; it couldn't have been though, he'd just gone to sleep! As he opened his eyes, he realized that he had just shattered from his stone sleep and was once again standing on the castle tower overlooking New York City. Brooklyn, Broadway, Lexington and Goliath were looking at him curiously. "Wh-what happened?"

"I am not sure, old friend." Goliath said. "You awoke not twenty seconds ago, but still remained frozen like you were stone..."

"Huh... strange..." Hudson admitted. "It must've been a daydream..."

"Pretty vivid one by the judge of that." Lexington pointed out Hudson's prominent erection before he quickly hid it under his cloth.

"Ay now! Don' go pokin about down there, unless you like what happens next."

"I'm joking! I'm joking!"

"It must've been a pretty intense dream for it to follow you out of stone." Brooklyn said knowingly. "Maybe you can tell us the story."

"I don't know lad..."

"You mean you don't know if you'll tell us?" Broadway asked.

"That." Hudson paused. "And... I'm not so sure it was a dream..."

THE END