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Cera walked down the path with her parents, looking over the well-worn trail that the three three-horns trundled down. They had started to walk around the valley many seasons ago. Partially to ensure that the valley was safe, but mostly just for some family time together. The young female had grown up a fair bit since they'd first arrived, but she was still smaller than either her father or step-mother. Time had done little to mellow out her brash personality, rather it seemed to reinforce it. Her heavy body moved with a confident swagger, bulky form swaying with each step. It looked like there was a smug half-smirk on the three-horn's face as she strolled along the path behind Tria, Topsy out in front.

Yawning softly, she watched as her breath fogged in the chill air. The big freeze was coming soon, and while the days were still warm, the nights were starting to get cold. Walking out into a clearing, Cera stopped for a moment and turned her head towards the sun, closing her eyes most of the way. This clearing had always been a favorite place of hers, it seemed to have a kind of natural peace about it. There was a large rock near the edge, and when she was younger it had proved itself to be a nice place to lay on. Now that she was older, she often liked to lay against it when she came here. A contented groan came from the female as she stood there. "Never gets old, does it?" came the near-purr from Tria, the pink female having stopped as well to bask for a moment. The younger female shook her head and replied with an agreeing noise.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked towards her step-mother before looking beyond her. Her father had continued down the path for a little bit before stopping and looking back at them. The male grumbled, "At this rate it will be night time before we get back home."

Tria purred, "That's only if we make a full circuit, Topsy."

Cera tilted her head and smiled, "Yeah Dad, we can't do a full circuit all the time. Gotta change things up sometimes." Hearing his grumble and knowing that a complaint was coming soon, the yellowish female strolls up towards the older female. "Maybe Tria and I can convince you..." she cooed, looking at him. The two females were at an angle to the male, giving him a perfect view of them. Without a word, Cera ducked her head down and ran her tongue along Tria's pussy, making the pink female jump and gasp.

Whatever complaint Topsy had was forgotten as he watched his mate lift her tail up and relax as his daughter took another slow lick. His sheath swelled up under his body as he licked his own lips, watching the lewd act with great interest. Moving over, he watched as Tria's mound filled with blood as her arousal grew quickly. Using the tip of her muzzle, Cera gently parted her step-mother's lips, letting Topsy see the ruby interior as her tongue moved over the inner walls. A dreamy purr rattled out of the older female's body as she shuffled her feet for a moment before laying on her side, lifting a leg. Knowing just what the other female wanted, Cera pulled away from Tria's slit and licked her lips. Swinging her rear around, she gave her father a wink before laying down on the ground. The female's forms wiggled as they moved closer together, Cera lifting one of her honey colored legs so Tria could have access to her privates.

Even as the older female moved her head in, Cera was already rubbing the smooth front of her beak against Tria's puffed outer lips. She could feel the female's breath puff over her thigh with the moan before the tongue danced across her folds. Uttering her own moan into her step-mother, Cera used her beak to gently nudge Tria open. Sliding her tongue deep into the female's tunnel of love, she smiles as she feels the larger threehorn tremble with pleasure. "Oh you get better each time, Cera," came the breathless sigh from Tria, her breath washing over the teen's privates. Cera almost purred as she felt that tongue slide against her lips before easing in. Tria, as she always did, took things slower. Each lick of her tongue took a slightly different path, swirling and pressing against Cera's body. The honey female, on the other hand, approached sex much the same way she did everything else. Rocking her head forward, she drove her tongue in deep before pulling back. The edges of her beak was dull and the front was smooth, giving her a perfect tool to fuck Tria with while her tongue worked at the female's walls. Despite the females' difference in paces and methods, both were starting to grind their hips against the other's head, the scent of their lusts drifting up from their large forms.

Topsy shuffled around the clearing slowly. He was trying to decide which end he should watch as he circled the females. Tria was taking it nice and slow, using her tongue and beak to play with his daughter's cunny. Cera's hips were already starting to writhe under his mate's skillful tongue. On the other end, Cera's head was moving quickly, her muzzle coated in Tria's juices. He could guess that her tongue was working as well, judging from the way that Tria's hips jerked and her tail thumped the ground. Licking his lips, he decided to watch it from this side.

His member, which had been growing hard the moment the female's started to play, hung full and hard under his body. Tensing his hips, the male made his cock slap against his belly with a meaty slap. Hunching his hips forward, Topsy groaned as he rubbed his length against his belly. Thrusting against the air, he played with himself as the pair began to pant even louder. All thoughts of patrolling the valley were abandoned as he watched the lovely women going at it. His mind drifted away, presenting him with images of Tria under him, taking his dick deep inside of her while eating out Cera. Or maybe Cera could kneel next to them and lick at him while he took Tria. Another image presented itself, of the females laying belly-to-belly as he slipped his length between their bodies, rubbing both of their cunts. Oh yeah, that idea sounded simply delicious.

Cera licked inside of Tria's body, keeping her eyes closed the whole time. She could feel her step-mother's leg shift under her cheek, smell her heady scene, and feel how the tunnel was clenching around her muzzle. Even as she worked over Tria with her muzzle and tongue, it seemed like Tria was doing even better. Moaning into her elder's slit, Cera shivered as she rubbed her tongue deeper, sweeping up the female's wonderful juices. Her head was spinning as she moaned deep in her throat, arching her spine and rocking her hips towards the female's probing tongue. Despite all her practice with the other girls in the valley, it seemed that the pink female still had a few tricks up her sleeve. A roll of her head, a little nibble, and a flick of her tongue and it was all Cera could do to hang on. She just had to do one last thing before she gave in. A tremble raced through her body as her tongue pushed against a rougher spot inside of Tria's body as a moan broke free of her maw.

Topsy was pulled away from his dirty thoughts by a loud moan. Looking over, he saw Tria's hips trembling and her back arching and relaxing. From his position, he could see Cera's smug expression a moment before she threw her head back and trumpeted her own climax, hide rippling with the waves of her pleasure. As her face pulled away from Tria's pink patch, his mate gave a tremor and a muffled moan. Her body tensed sharpy, juices squirting from her, the dew landing on Cera's face and the grass. Topsy gasped at the female's explosive climax, precum smearing across his belly as he hunched his hips forward again. The male's blunt tip flared with blood as he uttered a moan of his own, trying to imagine just how that would have felt around him.

The trio was so caught up in their fun that they didn't notice they had guests. At least not until a hiss made Topsy's head swing around. A blue raptor melted out of the woods, sneering at them with that permanent grin of his. A few feet away, the green raptor slipped out as well, voicing a hiss of his own. Caught off guard, Topsy bellowed at Cera and Tria, "Move!" as he swung his body around. The female's scrambled to their feet and followed the bull's orders, their forms moving away from the raptors as they fled back to the valley. Rather than give chase, the raptors moved towards him, hissing and snapping their jaws. Lowering his head, the male let out a snort and pawed the ground, lining up his dangerous horns with the pair. More often than not, the pair would show up to harass the valley-dwellers. Only occasionally would they appear with the sharptooth that led them, that old Redclaw was the only one that was truly worried the threehorn.

Focused on the fastbiters as he was, and in his territorial state, Topsy didn't notice the large sharptooth until a crack made him look to the side. His mind registered the falling tree right as it hit his body, driving his breath from his lungs. The tree knocked him onto his side and pinned him down, laying across his shoulders. It's fall was stopped by the large rock in the clearing, but it still hit him with enough force to bruise his ribs and Wheezing under his wooden prison, he turned his head and watched as the biters pranced towards him, those grins plastered on their muzzles. Redclaw strolled around the tree and looked at him, eyes gleaming as he let out a noise that was mostly growl.

The smaller males separated and went around his body, making the tree rock as they leapt onto it and moved beyond his sight. Wheezing out a growl, he tried to pull out from under the fallen timber. His feet scratched at the ground, but he couldn't get any purchase, and one of his forelimbs was pinned between his body and the ground. It was no good, the tree was pressed right against his side, trapping him. He should consider himself lucky that the rock had caught it, and that he still had room enough to breath.

While he was futilely struggling, the biters moved around behind him, their claws scratching at the dirt. The older threehorn clenched his jaws, anticipating the feel of their claws tearing into his hide. His body jerked when a clawed hand curled around his still partially erect cock and gave it a squeeze. Two voices began to hiss behind him as he turned his head, only able to see the expanse of the tree. His mind began to race as he growled and panted, trying to think about what those two were planning. A branch that was laying on his hips trembled, leaves tickling his body, before it broke with a snap and was tossed away. His body jerked when he felt a tongue slide over his cock, unable to hold back the groan as the clawed hand began to pump his shaft slowly. "What are you doing?" he snarled, pawing at the ground even more as blood began to rush back to fill his length once more. Even trapped and feared for his life, the male couldn't stop his body from doing what came naturally. Hot breath washed over his tip before he felt a warm, wet maw gently close around his tip, tongue playing with his glans as the paws pumped his shaft even faster.

Laying his head down heavily he closed his eyes and tried to deny now good it felt as the meat eater began to, well, eat his meat. The other raptor moved in, breath washing over the male's tail before letting it's tongue slide around the pucker tucked under his tailbase. Topsy let out a noise that was a mixture of a growl and a moan at the feeling of those tongues playing with him. The pair were surprisingly gentle and skilled, their tongues bathing his ass and cock as their paws played with his body. Cupping, and rubbing, they rekindled the fire in his loin. The one on his cock pulled away from his tip before making a raspy noise. Warm saliva fell onto his cock, smoothed onto his shaft by the stroking hand, toying with the thick meat. It's warm body straddled his leg, letting him feel the hardness between it's legs grinding his flesh as it pumped his dick. The warmth enveloped his tip again, muzzle slipping over his length. sharpteeth just barely grazed his flesh, adding an exotic flair to the oral action, but also reminding him how dangerous the trio were.

While one assaulted his privates, the other pressed it's muzzle to his rear. Using it's tongue, it bathed his rear, making him shiver. His assailant purred as it worked it's tongue into his anus. Topsy gasped as he was penetrated by that wet muscle, body stiffening under the timber. The tongue pulled out of his clenching rear, it's owner yelping. The muzzle on his cock pulled away, owner hissing out something that sounded like a laugh. A rude sound came from the other raptor before he began to chatter. The body on his leg shifted before lifting away. Only a light touch on the base of his cock let him know that one of the pair was still back there, the hand playing lightly with his base. A purr rattled up behind him as the sound of licking drifted towards him.

A body pressed against his tail and shoved it up, their leathery flesh rubbing against each other before a pointed cock pressed against his tailhole. The raptor shoved in with a snarl, making Topsy yelp and clench again. It was more out of surprise than actual pain. The length was slick, leading him to believe that the other had giving it's partner a quick slurp to get him ready, and it's pointed tip spread him open easily. Not to mention that he was much larger than the biter. Regardless, the male purred as it's smaller body pumped against his, powerful legs driving it against his body with solid thumps. The hand on his cock squeezed at his base, pumping it slowly. He could feel the male purr as it pumped it's body against his for several moments. As suddenly as it began, the male stilled and pulled back, his tip just barely resting inside of his rear.

The other biter moved around, the pair crowding against each other and shuffling behind him. Topsy huffed as he lay there, trying to sort out all the was happening as the pair took a brief break from him. He didn't have long to rest, as the pair somehow managed to maneuver themselves so that they could both get at his anus. With one already resting inside of his rear, the other pushed forward until it slipped inside of him. Unlubed by anything more than precum, Topsy felt this one more than he had the other. Together, the males pushed forward, going as deep as they could, spreading his rear open and making him clench his jaws once more.

Their motions were awkward at first, the males snarling and chirping at each other. Within moments, though, they had sorted everything out and they began to pound against him. Both of biters possessed strong legs, which they were using to drive their breeders deep into his helpless body. Helpless, there wasn't anything he could do as they pushed against him, the male's bodies shifting a little here and there as they tried to coordinate each other as well as fuck him. There wasn't anything he could do but hold on for the ride. Panting, the male's pumped their bodies against his, stretching his asshole with their curved lengths.

After just a few moments, one of the males hissed something and they both pulled away. He could almost feel one step back as the other scrambled against his body. Stepping up onto his leg, the biter swung one of it's legs up over his body, cock finding his rear again and pushing into the waiting ass. One of it's hands grabbed the branch that had been broken earlier as the other grabbed onto his cock, holding onto them as it held the awkward position. Uttering an urgent sounding noise to it's partner in passion, the male held his body still. Instead of approaching from beneath, the agile male hopped up onto Topsy's hips, claws scratching his thick hide as the male found a suitable vantage. Forepaws grip his tail as the male's weight shifted from foot to foot before starting to slide. Somehow, by luck or skill, he hooked his thick tail over his mate's and got his length positioned against Topsy's rear again. Keeping his hold on the thick tail, he slammed his foot into the tree. Claws bit into wood, giving him some secure footing. His other leg dangled under him, unable to find a perch.

Instead of fretting over it, he pushed forward, using his handholds on Topsy's tail and the tree to power his body forward. The other male, more secure in his footing, matched his partner's thrusts and purred, their cocks rubbing against each other as they took the male. The lower male began to move faster as his partner worked up a pattern he was comfortable with. Even without being able to see them, he could guess the pose to be awkward, but the pair pressed on regardless. A jolt shot up his spine as one of the male's spears stabbed at his prostate, making his cock jump. The proud threehorn began to pant and huff as the biters took his rear, occasionally getting another jab in at his gland and making him grunt. Their smaller, agile forms slapped against his, thick tails hitting each other on the back as they snarled and grunted.

Within moments, Topsy's head was beginning to swim. The paw on his cock slipped up and down as the male took his rear, and the occasional inside against that gland made his body twitch again. A groan slipped out of his tightly closed mouth as he rocked his hips, resistance to the pleasure crumbling under the assault. Feeling his body start to tense, Topsy panted, cheeks flushing with the knowledge that these predators were going to make him pop. But before he could, he felt a screech, followed seconds later by another. The bodies shoved against his rear and trembled as they pumped their spunk into his rear. Having finished, the biters only stayed inside his rear for a few seconds before pulling out, almost falling to the ground as they purred.

Redclaw smirked as he watched, one foot resting on the fallen tree. From where he stood, the male could see both his biters and the threehorn's face. Topsy looked up as the large male uttered a deep growl, shifting his weight off the tree and moving slowly. Lifting his head, he caught a glimpse of something hanging between the male's legs, a deep bloody red and throbbing. Coming down from the denied climax, he struggled again with a louder growl. Looking back, he could see the sharptooth moving, screened by the tree. Large, dangerously clawed hands rested on his hips as the massive beast stepped behind him. A deep, growl-like purr came from the predator as he moved forward. The tip of his cock was pointed, but right behind it, the length flared out into a thick shaft. Driving forward, he rammed his length deep into the helpless threehorn, not stopping until his fat base was pressed against Topsy.

Crying out, Topsy pawed helplessly at the ground as he was spread open by the massive slab. Redclaw's body rested against his for a moment as the male shifted his stance. Right then, Topsy would swear that he could feel the sharptooth's heartbeat as it send blood into that throbbing dick. Redclaw pulled back slowly before slamming half of what he had back into the prone Topsy. Biting back the moan that threatened to break free, he tried to fight against the pleasure. Unlike the biters, this male's motions were slow and powerful, each one rubbing against his prostate and sending a shock through his body. Wiggling his body, he tried to fight off the building pleasure.

A deep grumble rattled from behind him as Redclaw continued his relentless assault. Topsy growled out a response, willing himself to fight as much as he could. A pair of paws gripped his raging member and began to pump it, moving in different directions. He clenched his jaws so tight he was sure that his teeth would crack. He had to fight it, he couldn't give into the male and show him just how good it was making him feel. A tongue swept over his cock in a swift lick, twirling around his tip before going back down. Wait, not one tongue, but two. Both of the biters began to play with his cock. One wrapped it's maw around his pole and began to bob it's head as the other flicked it's tongue over his length. Between the rhythmic thrusts against his rear, and those two, Topsy's voiced a whimper as the fight left his body.

Letting his mouth hang open, he panted as his hips jerked slowly, rear clenching around the cock. The two males on his cock began to move their paws faster, tongues seeking his flesh urgently. The one that was suckling on his cock pushed it's head down further, slipping his dick down into it's throat. Unaccustomed to the tight, squeezing muscles of the biter's throat, Topsy's hips jerked as his tip filled with blood, flaring out. The male was pulling his maw away when the first spray of the threehorn's seed flooded his maw. Caught off guard, he pulled away with a sputtering cough. His partner moved in quickly, tongue lashing against the flared tip as his paws pumped the cock even faster, milking and tugging at it.

As he blasted the pair with his spunk, filling their gaping maws and coating their features, his rear clenched tight around the sharptooth. Snarling, Redclaw lunged forward, head crashing through the tree's branches before heavy jaws locked onto the wood. His body slammed against Topsy's prone form so hard that his rear began to ache and burn. His prostate was milked and rubbed, prolonging his climax and making him huff as his head swam. Lights danced in front of his eyes as he began to lose consciousness, overwhelmed by the team effort and the ever present pressure on his chest. Redclaw wasn't stopping though. He could feel the male continue to pound against his body, seeming to be spurred to greater speed and ferocity.

The male's hips shifted just a little, making his thick, vein-covered cock slide across his prostate. Proud and stubborn as he was, Topsy couldn't hold back the moan as he was pushed towards another climax. Within moments, a tired-sounding groan slipped out of his mouth as he peaked again. His seed was watery this time, and there wasn't a lot. The air burned in his lungs as he shuddered in the clutches of the second, weaker climax. He was only vaguely aware of Redclaw pulling out of his rear, only feeling the emptiness for a second before something hot splashed against his closing tailhole and rump. Redclaw loosed a territorial roar usually reserved for when he took a female, warning any rivals off of his prize. Topsy shivered on the ground as he slipped into darkness. The last thing he saw before passing out was the grinning faces as the biters, both coated with his lifeseed..

Topsy wasn't sure how long he'd been out, but the sound of voices and the tremors of heavy footsteps woke him up. Lifting his head slowly, he was vaguely aware of the aged, but still firm voice of Grandpa Longneck calling out, "You boys track down the sharpteeth, I'll help Topsy." Craning his eyes up, he watched as the younger males turned and headed away from the clearing, Petrie taking to the skies to help his friends. The older male strolled over and looked down at Topsy before lowering his head slowly. "You look a mess."

"I feel a mess," came the weary reply.

Wordlessly, Grandpa turned around and looked back, carefully sliding his tail under the tree as he crouched down. He groaned as he forced his old joints to bend like that before standing up. The powerful tail lifted the tree, letting Topsy take in a deep, gasping breath as the timber was shifted away from his body. Rolling onto his belly, he winced as blood rushed to his trapped limb, making the flesh tingle uncomfortably as it woke back up. Hurrying to his feet, he limped out from under the hanging log, waiting for the feeling in his foot to come back. Grandpa rolled his body and flicked his tail, letting the tree crash to the ground as he looked at his old friend with a worried expression. "I'm fine, foot just fell asleep." His tone betrayed his feelings though, the prideful threehorn felt violated, in need of a bath, and more.

"Come on, let's get you to the lake then. A soak will help you feel much better. The boys are chasing the sharpteeth and the women are in the grove." The grove was a secure place on the other side of the lake, a true safe haven. Nodding, Topsy shuffled along, following the older male.

It wasn't a long walk until they reached the lake, both males walking out into the water. These days Grandpa had spent more time in the lake, claiming it eased his aching joints. Moving further from the shore, Topsy only stopped when the waters lapped at his sides. Lowering his rear some, he let the cool waters soothe his aching rear and wash away the semen. "Tell me what happened. And not just what you will tell Littlefoot and the others, everything." cooed the elder. With a sigh, the threehorn recounted everything that had happened, starting at watching Tria and Cera, all the way up to when he passed out. Grandpa nodded and looked at the threehorn's rear before licking his lips slowly. "You know, I can't help but think about something that happened years ago, when we were both much younger." Topsy glanced over at the male with a questioning noise. "I seem to recall that your rear belongs to me."

The water under the longneck splashed as he tensed his hips, making his dick lift out of the water and slap against his body with a solid thwack. His breeder was even larger than Topsy remembered, the flesh a mottled pattern of deep gray-green and light peachy colors. His tip was thick and spade-shaped, already starting to flare with arousal. Topsy licked his beak and cleared his throat, eyes locked onto that flesh; "But we haven't, I mean..." His voice trailed off as he looked up at Grandpa, seeing the loneliness there. Since his mate had passed away some time ago, the aging male had been fairly isolated from the rest of the herd. Faking a grumble, Topsy looked around; "Fine, but don't let anyone else know you did this."

A slight smile graced the larger male's wrinkled face, "If you come over here, there is a slight ridge."

Topsy continued to mutter and grumble, keeping up the act as he bounced through the water slowly. Guided by Grandpa, he found the ledge and turned so that he was at the edge of it. The longneck moved behind him slowly before heaving his body up, massive forelimbs on either side of his body. "Just step back a little bit," whispered the male, a shiver of anticipation creeping into his voice. Topsy backed up slowly, feeling that thick tip press against his rear, a beacon of warmth in the chill water. Muscles near the root of his length shifted the longneck's member around until it found the pucker that marked the entrance to the male's abused rump. "Just step back off the ridge," came the lusty purr from his elder. Taking a shaky breath, Topsy did as he was asked, feeling the length spear into his rear and spread him wide. Bracing his front feet on the ledge, he let his hind legs dangle in the water as his bulky form floated.

The longneck's pole started out thin and tapered out the further down it went. But even at his tip, it felt easily as thick as Redclaw had been. Panting, Topsy kept his head up as his old friend sank deep into his ass, only stopping when the threehorn let out an uncomfortable grunt. Drawing back, he began to work a few inches in and out, taking it nice and slow. Topsy uttered a moan at the incredibly full feeling he was getting from his friend's dick as it sank into him. Each push lifted his floating lower half up some before he would start to sink down. Grandpa groaned, "Not going to be long or romantic about this." His massive body continued to rock back and forth in it's slow rhythm, but the muscles in his groin flexed, sending his shaft deeper into Topsy.

Water began to splash around their bodies, waves rolling over Topsy's back and surging up into the air when they hit his frill. The cool liquid danced around his crotch, his member hanging out of his slit and floating. He doubted he could get erect at the moment, but the thick member in his rear had forced his length out into the lake. Uttering a low moan, he looked up at Grandpa, only seeing the male's chest and his head arching high up into the air. Inside of his ass, the member flexed and pushed, moving far faster than the elder's hips could pump it. Topsy gritted his teeth as the male started to push deeper, but didn't say anything as his old friend shuddered. It wouldn't be long now, he could feel that pillar inside his body starting to swell, the spade tip pressing against his walls as blood surged to it.

"Been too long," came the gasp from Grandpa as his wrinkled hide trembled. Shoving his body forward, his hips tensed, lifting the threehorn up as he uttered a nearly silent cry. The water around the larger male's body leapt and danced with the incredibly deep vocalization as his seed flooded his friend's rear. What felt like years upon years of build up flooded his ass, some seeping out around the invading cock and staining the water. Topsy let out a grunt of his own, a little bit of fluids drifting away from his length as he floated there, supported by the length under his tail. Slowly, oh so slowly, the cock inside of his ass relaxed and began to slip. Grandpa stepped down off the ridge, nudging Topsy back onto it as he panted, "Thank you."

Looking over his shoulder, Topsy gave a soft smile, "Anytime."

Wading away from the ridge, he found a spot he could lay down and keep his head above water. After all that happened that day, he could just use a long soak.