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Bronzie feat. Luvian

Freebies Vol. 73: SUPER SYNTECH

By Danath

Luvian (C) Luvian

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"Yeah, get the fuck outta here!"

Raucous, belligerent laughter floated up between the buildings along with the sound of light footsteps running down the cement sidewalk. A trio of muscular goons in matching orange tracksuits tore into a purse, finding some money and a phone but little else of interest. The dark orange of their tracksuits contrasted with the twin white stripes sewn in up and down the backside, signifying their membership in one of the more troublesome local gangs. The leader of the three, a burly, square-jawed lion, wore his jacket unzipped, revealing his bare, powerful chest beneath the unruly dark brown mane surrounding his head and neck. He scrolled through the phone and laughed uproariously when he found some nudes, which he quickly shared with the other two, who were dividing the cash out equally.

Absorbed with their lewd discoveries, none of the three notices the shadow flit by above them, momentarily passing in front of the full moon.

"Let's send 'em to everyone on the contact list," the smallest of the three, and also the most intelligent (an unimpressive feat), said. He was a rat with a long pink tail and dark black fur. His nose was bent from one too many punches to the head and he kept his uniform zipped up tight around his bulky shoulders and narrow hips.

"Good one. Fuck, remind me never to let you near my phone," said the third, a tall and comparatively slender buck with shorn antlers narrowed to points. He was the tallest of the three, but despite his impressive build probably weighed the least.

High above the trio of gang members, perched on the corner of the building kitty-corner, Luvian took all this in. His pupils dilated to pinpricks as he stared down, flicking across the details - the knife stuck in a sheath around the lion's boot; the suspicious bulge in the back of the rat's track pants; the heavy pipe still clutched in the buck's fingers. He noted their stances, how they moved, studying every little detail he could until he saw them start swiping across the pictures.

Time to move.

Dark gray arms extended outwards, showcasing the segmented and jointed steel gauntlets surrounding them up to the elbow. Fearsome claws shone in the dim light of the moon, flexing and curling inwards. A pair of gray-furred wings edged with rich, mahogany brown feathers stretched to either side, expanding to their full wingspan of twice the figure's own height, before folding in tight against his backside. His knees bent and the yellow eagle-like legs from the knees down glinted in the moonlight. Sharp white talons scraped across the bricks beneath him before leaping outwards.

Far below five stories down on street level, the rat glanced around, ears perking.

"You guys hear something? Like a whooshing noi-grrk!"

The rat's chest caved inwards as two solid steel fists slammed into him, knocking him up and into the air. He flew like a ragdoll and crumpled onto the pavement in the street.

The lion and buck stared, shocked expressions turning to rage in moments.

Luvian's talons scraped across the sidewalk as he swiveled around, both arms up and ready. His narrow golden eyes peered at the two remaining goons, the most dangerous of the three - at least weapon-wise - now out of commission. The wolfbird's thighs twitched as he readied himself, knees slightly bent and ready to move in any direction. He wore a pair of tight black shorts that hugged his thighs and hips with a matching sleeveless shirt. The stab-proof vests offered some protection while still allowing the wolfbird full mobility, especially with his large wings, now folded and tucked in against his backside to minimize his target area.

Surprisingly powerful muscles developed through years of training and flying rippled beneath the canine's pelt as he stared at the two thugs, watching for the slightest indication of movement as they growled at him. His ears were twisted forward, listening, as he dug his talons in and bent his knees slightly more. These two were big - he'd have to go all out.

The lion moved first, voice rising in a shouted "Motherfu-" before Luvian darted forward, springing like his calves were made of steel like the gauntlets around his wrists and hands. The steel gloves curled into fists as he dashed right between the lion's open arms, under the larger feline's head and chest, before changing directions and flexing out his wings. Powerful cords of muscles strained and flexed around his shoulders and backside as his bent legs straightened. The combined force of jumping and flying straight up, even in such a short distance, propelled the nimble wolfbird with a satisfying amount of force, enough that the jaw-breaking thunk of both gloves clobbering the lion under the chin poleaxed the predator in one single blow.

The buck circled warily, jumping out of the fray when he saw the lion go down, before turning tail and running away. His pipe clattered to the ground behind him as Luvian glided back to his feet and closed up his wings. He checked his surroundings, instinctively looking for additional threats, but the lion and rat were still out cold. The wolfbird grinned and pulled out his phone.

"Yes, hello... there's been an accident! I think some people got hit by cars! Come quick, please!"

Luvian rattled off the street names forming the nearest intersection. He spoke in an exaggerated panic, ended the call, and launched into the air, soaring back into the night sky and disappearing in moments. The phone fell out of the sky, shattering into a million pieces - too risky to use it more than once for the cautious hero.

The following night, Luvian roamed the rooftops once again, occasionally taking short flights over the streets to survey the scenes on the ground. His long tail floated behind him, streaming in the cool night air. Instead of fur, the hybrid's tail featured tightly-packed feathers and down similar to the edges of his large wings. His golden eyes peered below, watching the same area as the previous night. Usually when he dealt a blow to a gang, the other members showed up to try and settle the score - which was just what Luvian was counting on.

Though he wasn't technically superpowered, he was a superhero - certified Bronze, even, which allowed him to act in the interests of justice and peace, as well as the authority to stop crimes in progress or conduct investigations. Though he had no illusions about ever reaching the higher classes of heroes, the wolfbird's dream was to help people in need. He'd trained all his life to do this, and so far, things had gone well. The territory he'd staked out saw a dramatic reduction in street crime over the past year and he'd only suffered one major injure when he'd nearly lost a toe in a fight with a pair of foxes a few months back.

Fortunately, he was back to full strength and fitter than ever. Despite his relatively smooth and thin appearance, the wolfbird possessed above average strength thanks to the incredible amount of energy it took to fly, which he'd been doing since before he could walk, to the consternation of his parents. The shaggy gray monotone fur coating his frame disguised his strength, an advantage he shamelessly abused in a variety of situations against supposedly larger and stronger opponents.

And he'd only had to back down from a fight once when some Silver class heroes showed up and shooed him away. He still bristled at their dismissive attitude, as though his efforts were less than theirs simply because of the advantages of their powers.

The wolfbird shook his head and cleared his mind, knowing that dwelling on those thoughts would only distract him. Judging from the movement on the ground from the growing congregation of dark orange jumpsuits, he'd need his wits about him.

He could see seven or eight of the gang members from the air clearly enough. They were spread across a four block square area, mostly on the corners, and constantly looked upwards. Apparently they'd been told to expect aerial attacks. Luvian kept to the shadows, careful to fly around the glare of the moon when it came out from behind the clouds. He checked and rechecked, looking for all of his foes and tracking their positions carefully. He wasn't superpowered, but he was strong and more importantly smart - he knew the element of surprise was his only chance to win a fight against so many.

What really concerned him, though, were the two gang members standing together in the center of the circle. They were surrounded by the other members, like early warning signals that something was going to go down. The two looked nonchalant enough and neither bothered looking upwards as they chatted.

Luvian crept to the edge of a nearby building and peered down at them, trying to size them up from the high vantage point. One was a dragon, extra large, whose orange jacket stretched taut around wide, blue-scaled shoulders. The zipper couldn't close all the way thanks to the thickness of the muscular, scaled male's neck. A pair of wings hung off his shoulders, gossamer skin stretching across the powerful tendons. The other was a horse. Judging from the way the half-unzipped orange jacket stretched around the large breasts on her chest, she was probably the dragon's girlfriend. He'd seen other members of the gang with attractive women before - they liked to show off.

Luvian was patient as he watched, waiting for the clouds to obscure the moon before making his move after satisfying his curiosity. If things got really hairy, he could escape in the air - he'd only have to worry about the dragon at that point. Various plans on how to foil the large, scaled male ran through his head as he made his way towards the outermost ring of the circle of thugs.

Picking them off one by one was easy. Simple swoops did the trick, one after another. Since they were alone and spread apart, Luvian wasted no time, quickly making his way around the city blocks to knock them into next week one after another. The wolfbird was soon alone with the dragon and mare as his only remaining foes.

A niggle of doubt crept into Luvian's mind as he creeped up to the edge of a building's roof and stared down again. Why weren't they pairing up except for these two? Why go solo? Why not have people on the rooftops?

His questions were answered a moment later when the dragon's bellowing challenge echoed through the cool night air.

"Hey, fuckstick! I know you're up there. Hope you had fun with my guys, because you'll regret crossing us!"

A higher-pitched, but still husky voice followed suit: "Show yourself, birdbrain! Or are you too chicken?"

Luvian grinned and edged his way to the corner on the side, so he could build up speed in the shadow of the alleyway between the buildings. He flapped his large wings twice as he soared over dumpsters before folding them back, ready to dive bomb the duo below. The wind whipped through his fur as he bared his sharp white teeth, lips pulling back from his lupine muzzle as his eyes narrowed to pinpricks, intensely focused on his targets below. His gauntlets stretched out, both in front of him, curled into fists so as the sharp and deadly steel talons were tucked away.

He was about six feet from the dragon - his most dangerous opponent - when his forward movement stopped. He crunched into a solid, transparent wall, flattening against it. He gasped and fell backwards, wings spread haphazardly beneath him as he wheezed for air. His muzzle ached and a throbbing pain shot up his wrists - his gauntlets took most of the force of the impact, sending a jarring tingle into his shoulders.

"Hah! Told you, shit for brains," the mare exclaimed, shooting the dragon a dirty look. She closed her eyes, turned her head towards the invisible wall, and exhaled slowly while extending her palms out. She closed her fingers into fists, as though grabbing onto something that only she could see, and tugged backwards. As she did, her prodigious chest swelled larger, stretching the half-zipped jacket farther and farther, until her toned, taut belly was exposed to the night. "Ahhh... that's better. I don't like holding 'em that long."

She glared at the dazed wolfbird still laying on the ground, stunned. The dragon swept forward and reached out after the barrier disappeared, an intense grin on his face. His huge fingers wrapped around Luvian's throat, easily lifting the dazed male up into the air. The dragon's muscular arms barely flexed despite holding the wolfbird at arm's length. The dragon's other fingers dug into Luvian's pockets.

"Here it is... Bronze class... Luvian... what a joke. I can't believe he took out so many of our guys."

The wolfbird's body dangled as he clutched at the dragon's blue-scaled arm, trying to keep from choking. His legs swung as the dragon shook him.

"Not bad for a Bronzie," the mare said, moving in closer. "Still, boss said we oughta teach him a lesson about messing with us."

The dragon's growl echoed through the night as Luvian gradually regained his senses. His steel gauntlets scraped across the dragon's arm, tearing slices through the muscular reptile's jacket, but doing no damage to the scales beneath.

"And I know just how we're gonna do it," the big male grunted.

Luvian felt the claws gripping him tighten up and he froze, but the dragon's grip repositioned suddenly, easily shoving the wolfbird down onto the street. The mare stood in front of him while the blue dragon remained behind. Luvian tried to stretch his wings to get away, but the dragon's fingers squeezed around the folded feathers, making the wolfbird wince and cry out.

"You ain't going anywhere, shithead," the dragon grunted. "Not until we're through with you."

Luvian's eyes went wide with shock when he felt a fat, warm, wet slap across his backside. Even through his protective, skin-tight shorts and top, he could feel the heft and warmth of the dragon's fat maleness. It dragged lower, alongside his feathered tail, as claws ripped through his shorts, easily tearing apart the stab-proof carbon fiber fabric. The wolfbird wriggled, trying to struggle away, but the mare's hips pushed forward, grinding into his face, smothering his muzzle. The weight of her heavy breasts squeezed down on the back of his head and shoulders, further pinning his wings as his nostrils filled with a heavy, choking musky scent - and something more. A half-hard horsecock throbbed in the mare's track pants, stretching lewdly outwards in a downward arc. The flared tip swelled as it rubbed over the wolfbird's muzzle, pushing into his lips and teeth through the fabric. The mare's fingers dug into his ears, scraping over his gray fur, as her hips thrust forward, roughly pumping and sliding and massaging her growing arousal with the captive hero's muzzle.

"I bet he's got a tight little ass," the dragon said, grunting as he leaned forward and pulled Luvian's arms painfully behind his back, over his bound wings, using the wolf's own appendages to keep him wrapped up tight. Holding the small male by the wrists, the much more powerful, larger dragon slid his hips backwards, dragging his growing maleness down Luvian's spine. "You little fuck, don't you know we go up against Golds?"

The wolfbird's heart sank deeper as he heard that. He was no match for Golds, let alone Silvers. No wonder they'd beaten him so easily. The dragon must possess super strength and a tough hide - far tougher than steel. And the mare had some sort of kinetic forcefield ability. Luvian's brain spun as he tried to think of a way out, a way to escape. He wriggled and shimmied, trying to break free, but the dragon's grip didn't relent. Luvian's breath came in panicked gasps as he tried to fight, to resist, to get away-

The muffled howl ended in the mare's lap, between the two bowling ball-sized nuts straining outwards against her track pants. She moaned at the vibrations of the wolfbird's agonized writhing, while the dragon's muzzle dropped open and his long forked tongue fell over his lower lips. Half of his thick, midnight blue shaft sunk deep into the wolfbird's rump, stretching his cheeks impossibly wide. The fat maleness throbbed, sinking deeper before pulling out to the tip, only to drive in even harder than before. The mare shuddered, her cock flexing in her pants, soon pointing upwards. The tip ran up her jacket, pushing underneath and sliding between her oversized chest as she ground her roiling balls forward, drowning the squealing wolfbird in musk.

"I was right," the dragon said, his nonchalant attitude as relaxed as ever. "This little bitchwolf's got a real tight ass... nnnff!"

Luvian howled into the mare's fat sac, muzzle filling with fabric and flesh as she dragged her pants down, finally freeing the lower half of her throbbing arousal while the upper half flexed between her breasts. She grinned as she squeezed her thighs around Luvian's head, completely surrounding the smaller male's face and neck as she squeezed and squirmed. Her heavy balls draped over his backside as the dragon's hips pounded forward.

"Shit, my knot's already up," the dragon grunted. He squirmed his hips forward, but couldn't go deeper thanks to the fat ball of flesh grinding up against Luvian's hole. The wolfbird's brain blanked, unable to process the combined size of the two villains, but his desperate writhing and wriggling continued, much to the enjoyment of both.

"Wait for me," the mare said. She reached down and dug her fingers into Luvian's head fur, hips sliding back as her massive stalk flopped forward, pulling free of the half-zipped jacket. It smacked across the Bronzie's lupine muzzle, covering his right eye before draping over the back of his head. "I'm gonna meet you halfway!"

Luvian tried to protest, but there was little he could do. The svelte, stacked mare's fingers guided her flexing shaft forward. It was stiff, hard, warm, easily able to overpower his lips and grind down to the back of his throat. She didn't stop, though, and the wolfbird's body seized up as she impaled him, ignoring his choking, his gagging, his flagrant shuddering, until her sheath ground up against the wolfbird's nostrils, forcing her seed down his throat and her scent down his nose.

The wolfbird's smooth, gray-furred belly stretched outwards. The gray fur spread, shifting around the thickness spearing him, filling his belly and then some. Another set of bulges joined in as the dragon's hips lurched forward once more, jamming the dark blue monster to the knot beneath Luvian's fluttering, feathered tail. The small hero was trapped now, impaled from both ends. He closed his eyes, still trying to struggle, to fight, to never give in or give up until...

"That's it, bitch," the dragon's deep voice thundered, echoing around the empty streets. "Feels good to cum around my big cock, don't it?"

Luvian's body went limp as his cock shot off, firing wads of cum across the pavement below his lewdly suspended figure. The mare's hips bumped forward, roughly throatfucking him throughout, stretching his jaws until tears formed in his eyes. His cock stayed hard, his prostate under assault, his body responding to the overwhelming musk of the two high-level villains. The bulges of the horse- and dragon-cocks invading his insides softened after a few more minutes, then disappeared as his stomach rounded out, sloshing with the combined emissions of the two powerful gang members.

The mare's hips swung harder. Her thick rump jiggled in her taut track pants, still clinging to her backside though they were pulled low in the front. Her breasts dragged over Luvian's wings and shoulders, heavy and plush, easily forcing his head deeper down onto her thickness. She groaned as her base ground past his teeth - though sharp, they did nothing to stop the mare's oral attack. Soon she thrust harder, taking longer strokes. Her tail swished above her thick thighs as she jiggled, breasts swelling larger and larger with her arousal. Her long muzzle pushed upwards, throwing back, tossing her dark black mane as she hammered Luvian's muzzle again and again, hard and rough.

"That's it, bitch... you like my cock, don't you, Bronzie?" she crooned between heaving gasps. "Because my cock sure loves your tight little throat... ooooh, I could fuck this slut all night!"

Luvian's eyes watered. His body ached. His cock came again, firing off against the ground. The surge of lust and need in the pit of his belly shook him as he whimpered around the thickness stretching open his throat so violently - the flare alone caused a vast ripple down his neck and into his swollen chest and belly. From behind, he could feel the dragon's claws digging into his thighs, pulling him back harder onto the fat knot. It was easily larger than both of Luvian's paws put together. The wolfbird's eyes closed as he writhed around the mare's shaft, eyes bulging outwards when the knot advanced a degree. And another... and another.

"Feel that, slut? Mmmff... oh yeah... gonna stretch you right the fuck open," the dragon grunted. "You're gonna wish you never laid a paw on our guys... lucky if you'll be able to walk again. Maybe you'll have to fly everywhere!"

The mare laughed as she casually slammed her hips forward, sinking the entire mottled length of her horsecock down the wolfbird's throat every time. From the flare to the sheath, dozens of inches of veined, fully aroused maleness drove the breath out of the squirming lupine hybrid's body. His belly drooped lower, fatter, almost reaching the pavement below as the mare's fingers clutched at Luvian, dragging him down harder yet.

"Oh, shit... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

The mare's eyes closed and she leaned forward, hooves scraping over the pavement as her thighs strained with the urge to fill. A gurgled howl rippled up her cock as the wolfbird's stomach bloated, doubling in size in moments and spreading out to squeeze into the knees and shins of the two villains.

"Oh, fuck, yes... that's the fucking spot... nnngh!"

The mare's fingers tugged on Luvian's ears, roughly dragging the limp hero down, flooding his body and muzzle with her thick and hot spunk. His body reacted, spasming, clenching and unclenching in desperate wriggles up and down the length. Luvian's shaft smacked against the stretched pelt of his bloated stomach, firing constantly now, a never-ending flow of spooge overloading his maleness as his stomach rounded out further, creaking and sloshing with the amount of seed pumping in.

The dragon's claws dug in deeper as he felt the fluctuations in his victim's hips. A cruel grin stretched over the blue-scaled muscle-dragon's face as he timed his next impact. The violent jolt surprised even the mare, whose eyes crossed as the wolfbird's lips and teeth squeezed against her thighs and belly, completely surrounding the entirety of her sheath and stalk with his throat and muzzle.

The knot popped in. Dragon-powered anal obliteration followed. Luvian's legs dangled helplessly as the dragon's growls amped up, louder and louder, like a car approaching from a distance and accelerating fast. The huge, dark blue ball of flesh dragged back and forth as one monster maleness rubbed against the second deep inside him. Luvian's eyes closed and his arms draped over the swollen sides of his massive stomach as the locked-in male's hips battered his rump, flattening his cheeks and crushing him down into his own overinflated body.

"Fuuuuuuck!"

The dragon's inarticulate curse signaled his impending orgasm. His tail swung side to side, whipping through the air as the mare's blissful look remained, satisfied with the frantic milking of her cock by the defeated hero beneath. She watched as the dragon's hips swung, trying to fuck the wolfbird harder, faster, but prevented by the sheer size of his knot. Luvian's belly bloated further, swelling again, as the blue-scaled male's biceps and thighs flexed, showing off the mountains of muscle beneath his smooth and armored scales. The eruption outmatched the mare's, despite the horse possessing the larger of the two shafts, and nearly doubled the size of the wolfbird's stomach again. His belly was as big as a sedan as he sloshed back and forth, cum spewing from his nostrils, rolled back and forth relentlessly between the two villains. He was embarrassed, disgraced, and humiliated right in the middle of the street, in full view of the public, his shame on full display as the two villains had their way with him.

"Change of plans," the dragon grunted, still knotted with the wolfbird. "We're gonna let this slut drain, I'm gonna pop my knot, and then we're taking him with us."

The mare nodded, hips sliding and gliding back and forth, sloppily stopping up the outgoing flood of cum trying to well up from the wolfbird's throat.

"My thoughts exactly... I just hope you didn't ruin his ass with that baseball bat of yours."

The end