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Secret of the Stone

Small rivets of water cascaded down the frog's body, the green shiny under the spray. Loud hissing echoed about him as he leaned against the wall with an arm, blue eyes drifting over the creamy underside of his form. His pink nipples, the light chub he had from his less than active lifestyle, his genitals. Face flushing some, his free hand slowly slid down his rounded belly, tangling in his thick forest green pubes before slipping lower to grab at his cock. Lightly, he slipped the hood back over his helmet head, shivering a bit as he pulsed and showed off the pink before letting it go. With a sigh, Slippy Toad turned the shower to cold and gasped at the shock he got in return.

It was hard, being around the team in the showers. The mechanic was certain they were all bi to a certain degree, was hard not to be when you spent long periods with only guys, but Slippy hadn't crossed any lines so far. He stuck to his toys and his fantasies for the time being, not wanting to go that far with anyone yet. Though his mind did wonder; To Peppy, the gdilf generation gap getting him hot; To Fox, the needy leader using his subordinates to relieve his own tension; And to Falco, admittedly the hardest to use though the frog had long since brought up a fact about the ace pilot needing a good mechanic. There was a definite flush to his face and a stirring between his legs at that.

With a huff, Slippy slammed the shower off, walking and grabbing his towel to hook about his waist. Not caring he was dripping puddles out into the locker room, he easily strode to his own 'assigned' cubby hole and opened the door. Inside was a set of civilian clothes, though he kept his jacket with him unless it was being washed. Some toiletries specific to his species and gender, though most had them too. A full length door mirror, which he saw a handsome, short frog in nothing but a towel. Shaking himself from his light stupor of ogling himself, his gaze wandered his locker before widening. Where was it? It had to be in there. Slippy lightly started to panic as he flipped through his stuff, lightly moving things to see better.

"Looking for this?"

The mechanic froze at the voice. The reason his shower ran long, why his thoughts had turned lewd, stood smirking before him as he turned. Hanging from Falco's blue feathered finger was his jockstrap. The frog doubted his face could get much redder, being caught with such an item. He rarely used it, admittedly, but all of his boxer briefs were mixed up in the wash and it was all he had left to wear.

"F-Falco..." Slippy took the time to admire the avian, his eyes flitting about his form. The dark blue feathers that covered most of him seemed to shimmer in the light, with the red splashes around his eyes showing the vivid emerald green within. His eyes flitted down to the splotch of red on his chest, containing black nipples. Gaze going further, he spotted the deep red come back right below the navel, widening as it went down to the waistband of the avian's underwear. The large bulge in the pouch made him stir more beneath his towel, eyes darting to Falco's scaled yellow feet. The mechanic kept his sight on the floor.

"You want these back?" The frog nodded. Seeing the feet move, Slippy looked up to find Falco's yellow beak right in front of his face. There was a mischievous glint in his eye. "Then suck my cock."

The mechanic's floor dropped out, mouth gaping as his eyes bugged. His mind screeched to a halt. Falco wanted him to suck his dick? Here? Now? Was this real? None of his fantasies were ever like this though! The awkward silence stretched long enough for it to all shatter with the pilot cackling madly. Slippy's jaw snapped shut, a stern frown there as he tensed up in anger. His face was mottled red for two different reasons now. Eventually Falco calmed enough to speak.

"Holy fuck, your face was priceless! Did you think I was serious?" The avian kept giggling, flinging the jockstrap past the frog. "There's your underwear. Never dreamed you the type. But I do want to show you something cool."

The mechanic should have turned and stalked away, others be damned if he brought water out into the halls or left undressed. Yet Falco walked past him, between him and his underwear to get into his own locker to pull out what looked like something made of stone. That made the scientific mind of Slippy's curious, feeling it out of place for the pilot to think such a thing was cool.

"Found this on the recent trip, thought I'd show you, maybe you'd know more about it."

Falco held out the statue and the frog grabbed a hold of it. Made of stone, it was a sculpture, attached to a blocky base. Looking it over, it seemed to be a gargoyle of sorts, beak like snout protruding from the front and quite a muscled chest. Nipples decorated the pectorals and if he looked close enough, there was the start of a treasure trail below his navel. Though from navel down to knee was covered by the wings. Bracers adorned the ankles before the frog flipped the statue. A pointed tip pushed out the back of the skull, more muscle and the wings base. Back of the arms showed bracers on the wrists. Slippy's face heated up as he gazed upon the strangely detailed ass of the figure before shaking his head. He handed it back to Falco.

"I don't know anything about it."

The avian looked a little put out. "Whatever." He started walking backwards away from the mechanic. Too late did Slippy remember the puddles on the floor and as he turned to warn Falco, saw the pilot's foot slip out from under him. With a yelled curse and some flailing, the avian caught himself from cracking his head, but the statue he had in hand went flying off. The sound of rock cracking sounded, though it felt thunderous for some reason. Slippy was spellbound as he saw a red mist come from the broken idol, electricity sparking between parts of it. It took on a vertical column of sorts and, between the frog blinking, changed from a gas to a solid. HIs jaw dropped as he took in the cherry red back muscles, interrupted by the large wings of gray bone and blue membrane. The corded arms stretched above showing bracelets of silver and a pointed skull. His gaze dropped, intent on going low but settling on the tight, muscled ass of the creature as his mouth dried out.

Then the thing turned around and Slippy's eyes bugged as his jaw got lower somehow. Swinging like a pendulum, it's cock was massive! It was halfway to the knees soft and thick to boot. Resting on large balls, it was crowned with a yellow fire forest of pubes. It took all of the mechanic's willpower to remove his eyes from the sight, raising them to look into the pupilless white eyes of the gargoyle. That was what it was, like the statue. A devilish smirk formed on its beaked muzzle, tongue appearing to lick at its fangs. The frog was all too aware of the heat to his face and the throbbing between his legs. He felt...drawn, to him. He felt the desire to serve him, to worship that sculpted body in any capacity. Even...even if that meant sacrificing his virginity to that monstrous dick.

The trance was broken as a grumbling Falco stood. Attention shifting, the mechanic felt lingering residue on his mind, eyes firmly placed on the bulge in the avian's jockstrap. Sure, he'd seen the pilot naked, but never seen that ebony shaft erect. How he wanted to see that spire risen and leaking, ready for him to devour. Shuddering, his gaze looked up at the pilot, seeing him watching him.

"What the hell Slippy? You into me or something?" It took a moment for Slippy to process that and then follow through to why he'd say that. He realized he was painfully erect, tenting the towel heavily as it rubbed against his cock head. A shiver ran through him as his eyes slipped back to the red creature. It had a tilted head, smirking and an arm was shifted in from his body. Looking down, the frog felt his face alight as he saw the clawed hand easily slid back and forth along that thick red dick. It stopped as the gargoyle took a step forward, claws clicking on the tiles. From the corner of his eye, the mechanic saw Falco tense up when another click came. It felt strange that it took so few steps to get so close. A third and the pilot was pinned as the creature's two hands gripped either side of his arms and his beaked face was draped leisurely over the shoulder. And he had to stoop!

Without the mouth opening, a voice rang out, as if in the frog's mind. Higher pitched and crackly, it was none-the-less commanding. "Don't worry bird, he's just enjoying the show." Punctuating the statement, his hips pushed forwards and oh god, he was grinding his half hard cock against Falco's bare ass! He wasn't sure how the avian was responding to that, but he kept quiet as the gargoyle continued. "Why don't we see what he's packing, hmm?"

The creature slowly moved out from behind the pilot after thrusting once more, though the mechanic was positive he did so in the way he did to rub his length along the avian's feathered leg. He was also sure that Falco was getting a very good look at that muscled ass before Slippy focused back on the being approaching him. He tilted his head back to see the white eyes and not stare at that cock that was nearly at eye level. He swallowed thickly as a claw came out and slowly, almost tenderly, stroked over his cheek. The gargoyle seemed to smile at him.

"Dear lad, you desire your companions so." How did he...? "You also desire me." The finger rose to his head and gently directed it down to gaze at the demon's shaft, raised even more. And a demon it was, a small part of Slippy's mind supplied, as he took in the majesty of such a lustfilled creature. A shiver ran through the mechanic as he felt another hand twist in the towel and rip it off of him. Now bare, he watched the creature's free hand move to jerk on his dick. "Why don't you give in to your desires, hmmm?"

The frog was shaking as he raised his arms up, gripping the massive shaft in his hands. He could almost convince himself that the circle they made with his tingers touched. Almost. Pulling back, he watched the skin slowly cover the head some before they went back down, pulling the flesh taunt until his hands met with hair and the start of the balls. A bead of pre formed on the slit and, without thinking of it, Slippy moved forward and let his tongue slip up the tip of the head. The taste he got was slightly salty, earthy and strangely what seemed like spicy. That wasn't in anything he'd read before. It didn't matter as he was already hooked, his hands tugging on the length while his tongue swirled and flicked the cockhead.

"Why don't you move closer Falco? See your friend for what he is."

A flush came over the frog's face as he heard that, his mouth now latching onto the head to suckle on it while his tongue still worked. The clicking of claws came not long after and Falco appeared in his peripheral. He couldn't really focus on that as the gargoyle started to lightly push against his lips. The hint was clear as Slippy opened his muzzle as wide as he could and started to suck in the cock. Slowly he took some in, stopping when he gagged on it and pulling back. He'd made some progress but nothing to really speak of. Bobbing back and forth, the mechanic's hand tugged on the length he could not take while the other lightly rolled the orbs around. The pre that leaked he swallowed down, already hooked on this. Why had he never done this before with a guy? This was loads better than any toy!

"Get on the bench, on your back."

It was a command and Slippy was powerless to ignore. Slurping off the dick, saliva connected it before a tongue swiped it away, He did as bidden, sitting on the bench before laying on his back, the world upside-down now. Though his vision was quickly filled with the demon straddling said sitting object. Most of his sight was filled with the creature's thick red dick, which slowly inched closer with another command of "open wide". Mouth parting once again, he accepted the shaft pushing into his maw. He hummed at that, enjoying the taste and mild discomfort his jaw would feel. Though his eyes went wide as well when the gargoyle sinked in past where was comfortable, making him gag and sputter onto the cock lodged in his maw. And it still went deeper! Eyes wild, he tried to breathe but could not, his hands scrambling to claw at his throat and oh god, he could feel the dick rounding out his gullet! Just on the verge of blacking out, the demon mercifully pulled back to the head, letting the mechanic cough and sputter as he gulped in air.

It was not long before the mechanic was once again suffocating on the length again. In and out it slid as the frog could do nothing more than grab ahold of the creature's legs and hold on. And as terrifying it was to have a demon nearly making him black out, the thrill was well worth it as he moaned deeply. As precious a resource it was, he couldn't help it, feeling his own shaft pulsing and leaking like there was no tomorrow. Hell, there might not be, a small portion of his mind supplied as the gargoyle gripped either side of the bench and started railing into his throat with abandon. The creature had long since hilted in his muzzle, balls slapping his nose, the musk more than enough to make him feel like he was drowning in it. Quite accurate with the state of things, though Slippy couldn't find it in himself to care. He'd gladly go this way. Only regret was he still had a virgin ass.

Almost like the creature had heard him, he pulled back to the head, the frog greedily sucking in air around it. The slick noises of hands jerking a cock had his eyes focusing a bit more on the demon, seeing the clawed fingers wrapped around the shaft and pumping vigorously. Even knowing what was to come, the mechanic was unprepared for the gargoyle to grab his head and shove in to the base once more. This time, a cry came along with it as Slippy's hands moved, one to push against the creature and the other to wrap around his throat. The feeling of the rod pumping the thick load directly into his gullet arousing, though the seed felt like it was much hotter than his own. And yes, the frog had sampled his own from the tap before. It burned in his body, like that liquor he'd tried with the team Peppy brought once.

On the verge of blacking out again, the length slid back to the head. Whatever notion of breathing he had evaporated as his maw filled with cum. It took a moment, where he was probably going to drown, to remember to swallow. Once, twice. On the third, the mechanic got half a muzzle before the cock slipped out, seed connecting him to the demon's organ as he gasped in air. Sure that he looked a stringy, creamy mess, he felt no shame. He just laid there a moment, recovering. A finger lightly pressed into his jaw, his eyes shifting to see the gargoyle pushing it shut.

"Stand, keep it in your mouth."

Another command. Slowly, Slippy rolled himself over, body shaking as he got up on his knees. A short tap on his head made him stop, watching the creature kneel before him. There was a light shine to him now and he seemed to be breathing a little heavier. His mind stopped processing as the demon pressed his muzzle against his lips, the gasp that was going to escape lost as the tongue darted in. Eyes fluttering shut, he focused on the appendage worming around, tasting and teasing and dipping into his own potent cum. His first make out, tongues lightly wrapping about each other before his head was tilted. Eyes open in confusion, his understanding came when seed trickled into the awaiting demon's beak. Once no more was in his maw, the frog was left alone. The gargoyle turned to Falco, who Slippy admittedly forgot was there, with his beak open. Then in a show, he tilted his head back and swallowed. Fuck, that was hot. Falco seemed to agree as he practically tore off his jockstrap. The black cock bounced as it was freed, the red feathers of his balls and pubes accenting it nicely. Pre was dribbling from the tip as well. A low hum emanated from the creature. He jerked his head towards the mechanic and said, "Why don't you give in to your desire too, birdie?"

The pilot nodded, heading towards the slowly standing frog. Slippy just stood there, awaiting what the avian would do with some trepidation. He was shocked when that beak met his lips and a tongue was roughly shoved into his mouth. A moan escaped the mechanic, pulsing in need as his tongue wrestled briefly with Falco's before they pulled away due to a hum from the demon. The gargoyle approached, waving a hand to signal them to continue before kneeling. The frog's face was turned once more to the beak, pressing together for more tongue wrestling. A hand grabbed his dick near the base, making him tense up before groaning a bit as it slide up and down his shaft. It was the pilot's full bodied moan that alerted Slippy to more going on before the hand stopped tugging and held his base. Then his entire length was encased in warm wetness.

The mechanic's eyes crossed as he instinctively bucked into the muzzle around his cock. A snicker from below as that maw of the demon's slid back and forth along that dick. Only a few passes before he pulled off with a slurp, the frog only whining and whimpering into his avian lover's beak as he was stroked. Falco groaned into his own mouth before he himself whimpered and Slippy was once more taken in with that creature's mouth. It dawned on him then that the gargoyle was taking turns swallowing down their cocks and it made the mechanic all the more on edge. The frog pulled back from the make out to moan, panting as he glanced down, seeing he was right as the red demon pulled off him and went to town on the pilot for a few passes. When next he pulled off, he looked up with lidded eyes before speaking.

"Bird, prep him."

Slippy was lost as the gargoyle let the avian go, who maneuvered his way onto the bench. He was taken away from watching Falco as the creature went back to lick and suckle on his tip, unable to do anything but watch. Then hands were on his ass, spreading his cheeks. His eyes went wide, mouth dropped open and mind fizzled out as he felt a wet appendage slick over his unused hole. Another pass and hands were on his hips too. A third and the demon had taken him to the root. The creature was merciless now, bobbing quickly while sucking and tilting his head and flicking his tongue about all over the mechanic's aching shaft. The beak behind him was also at work, easily licking and pushing his tongue into the frog's ass. He wiggled it around the insides before properly tongue fucking him.

Caught between two pleasures, his body couldn't handle it. There was no heralding his orgasm, just his balls drew up and his tongue lolled out while breathing heavily. The sweat shined on his body as he grew hard as diamond before blowing rope after rope of his cum into the gargoyle's throat. The demon didn't let up at all, continuing to slide along the pulsing dick while swallowing the thick load. It was all Slippy could do to stay upright after that space-shattering orgasm, looking below at the somewhat messily white beak of the creature. He ever so slowly pulled from the seed coated length, making a show of letting the mechanic see his cum before he closed his beak and swallowed. Licking his lips, he broke the strand connecting them before ghosting a finger on the underside of the frog's cock. He winced, sensitive still.

"Scrumptious. My turn," the demon said. And with that, he got onto the bench and raised his ass in the air. Reaching back, he spread those cheeks to show his own entrance to Slippy. "Prep me frog boy."

The mechanic aimed to please as he got down and bent over himself. Falco paused briefly at the position change but quickly got back to work on the frog's own rear end, fingers questing with tongue now. As for Slippy, he grabbed onto the gargoyle's rear, feeling the muscles there as he got closer. The smell of seed and musk was all in the locker room and it was intoxicating. With no hesitation, the mechanic's tongue fell out and licked from the balls up the way up to the lower back. A low hum filled his mind, an indication of pleasure as he did a second pass through the cleft only. The third was just over the hole and lingered there, circling it. A gasp came from the demon as Slippy easily punctured the flesh ring to probe the depths.

The appendage wiggled and lapped, feeling the tight warmth of the creature already. The frog was unsure which side he preferred: the front or the back. Both had their pros and cons he supposed. He let go of one of those firm cheeks to plunge a finger in with his tongue, which he started to plunge and retract into the passage. Even if he desired too, he was unable to stop the moan that came, getting his own passage used while using the gargoyle's. The thought of the demon's ass filled with cum while he did such a perverse act made the mechanic feel on edge. Then his mind made it even more mischievous with the idea that the creature filled his own ass with seed. With a slurp and gasping for air, Slippy got up, disengaging the pilot behind him. One hand on his aching arousal once more, the other on the gargoyle's ass, he aligned himself and rammed himself in until his bush pressed into the red rear.

The low pleasured hum turned into a sharp hiss as the walls clamped down on the frog's length, though it was almost missed. The mechanic's eyes crossed as he felt the true feeling of sex for the first time. This was unlike anything, even the blowjob! If he hadn't already orgasmed once, he would have blown right then. Even still, he was nearing that edge already just from the massage he was getting. A low moan issued from the demon below, wings rattling and claws clicking as he looked back over his shoulder.

"Bad frog, you weren't suppose to do that." Slippy ducked his head, embarrassed but unmoving. The creature blew out a sigh as he settled his chin on his hands on the bench. "Virgins, so impatient. I was hoping to savor you a little more Slippy. Oh well. Your turn now."

His turn? Confusion ran through him before he froze up as a hard rod slid up between his cheeks. It ran up and down a few times as a hand grabbed his hip. A spike of desire and fear ran through him as the length pulled back and pressed against his awaiting hole. Oh god, was he truly ready to have his cherry popped? And why with this gargoyle thing? The world enthralled echoed in his mind, becoming more buried as the shaft broke his barrier and slid inch by inch into his unused passage. The frog groaned out at the new feeling of being split in two. There was discomfort, of course, yet not pain. The mechanic was a little lost on that one. Was the avian not as big as Slippy thought or had he done enough with toys on his own to loosen up a lot? Or something else entirely?

It didn't matter as Falco slid his dick slowly back out to the head, leaving the frog empty. It started up the spark of need to be filled again before the ebony length was once more buried to the hilt in his ass. He clenched on the shaft, feeling it throb and even thinking he felt pre soak his innards. It made his own pulse in the tight confines he was trapped within. A few more thrusts from the pilot before he pulled back a fair bit before resting himself there. A little confused, the mechanic was going to speak before the hoarse whisper from Falco sounded.

"Start moving frog boy."

Unsure if it was the avian's own desire or the demon's, Slippy was helpless to deny. He slipped slowly off the warmth surrounding him, making him shiver but also groan as he was filled by the pilot's rod. Bottoming out, his cock head was still snug in the creature beneath, who had taken to a sort of purring. Likely by design, as the frog pushed himself back in and left his rear barren. He'd never really thought of threesomes, hadn't considered it a possibility so this was a whole new level of desire. Back and forth he slid between the two, panting and moaning and shuddering as he leaked ever more pre into the await ass and tightened around the dick in his back. The gargoyle let slip his own moans and Falco his grunts and groans. The frog stopped when he felt the fire growing hot within him again, face flushed as he thought of another thing they could do.

"Fuck me into him Falco." His voice was raspy as he spoke. A breathless chuckle from behind, the hands on his hips shifting position and ramming him forward. A gasping moan came from the mechanic, hips smashing into that red ass. As he tried to pull out following after the avian, he was stopped midway and the pilot crashed into his rear to shove him back in. Growls came from below as grunts from behind. Falco was putting effort into driving Slippy as deep as possible while not giving him much room to move either. The frog was in pure bliss, caught between being filled fully and filling another. His balls drew up as he grew ever closer.

Then, unable to hold back, his eyes snapped open and he tilted his head back in a long moan. Spasming around the shaft in his rear, he shot his second load deep inside of the creature, nearly as powerful as the first time. He stayed hilted as he blew, though the avian jack hammered a few more times. Then he too hilted and Slippy's eyes bugged. Hot seed splattered his insides, the first to ever do so and it felt magnificent. Already he was a quivering mess as he slowly tapered off from the squeezing rump on his own length. Having been truly milked for his worth on both ends, he was tired. Yet he was stuck between the two sexy beasts for men. The three were short of breath and shining from the physical activity. Slowly, the pilot withdrew himself, making the mechanic moan as he was emptied. He could feel the hot cum leaking out of his previously virgin passage and down his balls and legs. Then he himself slipped from the demon, watching the hole ooze out his own seed. A wince came from the twinge of arousal it gave him. Though it was cut short as an annoying noise came from the lockers.

"I'll get it." The frog rasped, swallowing a few times as he approached his locker. Opening it, he brought out his communicator and opened it. An image of Fox's head appeared in front of him in wavering lines of blue.

"There you are! I've been trying to get in contact with you and Falco for a while now."

"Sorry Fox, we were busy."

The vulpine raised an eye brow. "Doing what?"

"Falco showed me something really cool. You should come and see it too." Slippy couldn't deny the perverse thoughts he had of Fox and Peppy finding the gargoyle and fucking with him. Another twinge of arousal, though he kept his wince in check this time.

"Alright, I'll get Peppy and we'll be back in a bit." With that, the device shut off and Fox was gone. Sighing, the mechanic turned around only to have his jaw drop and eyes bulge. Falco was currently leaning back against the demon, who was sawing his large shaft up and down between the avian's feathery cheeks. Laughter erupted from the red creature.

"It seems my harem will grow shortly."

The third twinge of arousal had Slippy with his hand on his shaft, tugging on the overly sensitive skin as he watched the gargoyle pull back and prepare to pierce the pilot. Was this heaven or hell? Did it matter? All the frog thought about was how he didn't want this demon to ever leave. After all, he hadn't gotten to ride that fat dick yet!