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GARGOYLES: SECRETS REVEALED

Written by Torin Darkflight

CONTENT WARNING

This story contains adult content and discussions of a sexual nature, including masturbation and consensual anal sex between two non-human sentient males. This story also includes VERY EXTREME adult actions and discussions involving urination ("watersports") and defecation ("scat").If you do not wish to read such material, or if you are not of legal age to read adult material according to the laws of your jurisdiction (18 in most places, 21 elsewhere), then do NOT read this story. By continuing to read this story despite these warnings, you hereby agree that the author, Torin Darkflight, cannot be held responsible in any way for any mental or emotional distress, anguish or trauma that may result.

LEGAL NOTICE

"Gargoyles" and all related characters are © and/or ™ Disney. This story is a work of NON-CANON FAN FICTION, and is not an attempt to replace, amend or alter the characters, storyline or world of the official canon "Gargoyles" universe. This story containing copyrighted and/or trademarked characters was freely written solely for non-profit entertainment purposes by the author Torin Darkflight, and is not sponsored or endorsed in any way by the respective company for which said copyrighted or trademarked characters are owned by, nor does this story and its contents represent the actual function, operation or reputation of said copyrighted or trademarked characters' respective company. This story is also not sponsored or endorsed by any other company, organization or entity, including any websites or other hosting providers to which this story has been uploaded. Since this story is freely written fan fiction, it is legally considered a form of parody, and parody, even of an adult nature, is allowed under United States Fair Use laws. THIS STORY IS FOR FREE DISTRIBUTION ONLY.

CHRONOLOGICAL INFORMATION

The events of this story take place between the first and second seasons of the TV show, approximately six months after the Clan moved into the clock tower. I did my best to "fact check" this story to make sure any written references to events in the TV show are factually and chronologically correct, but as long as this story is, it's possible I missed a few things. If that is the case...I apologize for the error. :p

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The sun slowly sank through the western sky over Manhattan. Night was approaching rapidly. A pigeon flew through the air, then settled on a ledge atop the clock tower of the NYPD 23rd Precinct house, cooing softly as it prepared to roost for the night among a dozen or so other pigeons already perched on the tower. The sounds of busy city traffic echoed through the air as the sun sank even lower, only the top half remaining over the horizon, although rapidly disappearing. The pigeon began to preen its wings, oblivious as the sun dropped lower...and lower...until it was gone. Sunset.

Suddenly, a loud crackling sound startled all of the pigeons. They looked around alarmed, then as the sound got louder, the frightened pigeons took flight and rapidly sped away from the clock tower. They will need to find a new spot to rest for the night...the gargoyles are waking.

The shattering of stone thundered through the structure they called home, followed by a cacophony of roars as, one by one, the gargoyles began to bust out of their solid shells. Brooklyn was the first to break free, the red gargoyle's eyes glowing brightly as his long white hair fluttered in the breeze. Hudson was next, the elder scarred gargoyle also emitting a deep roar as he awoke and burst from his stone encasement, eventually reaching up to brush some of the smaller stone pieces from his beard. Next, both Broadway and Lexington simultaneously shed their stone layers, Lexington emitting a roar much like the other gargoyles had, but Broadway instead producing more of a lazy yawn. Then it was Bronx's turn, the dog-like gargoyle emerging from his sleep with a more animalistic roar than the others, only to then immediately sit and scratch at his ear with a hindpaw.

Then lastly, the leader of the clan...Goliath. His stone skin exploded with sheer force as he broke free, emitting the loudest roar of all of the gargoyles, the glow of his eyes piecing the night as his midnight-black hair waved behind him. Night had fallen, and the clan was awake, ready to help protect the city they now called their new home.

"Good morning, guys! Or, rather, good evening..."

They all turned in the direction of the familiar female voice, most of them smiling in response.

"Elisa!"

"Ah, good evening to you, lass!"

"Did you bring us anything to eat?"

Elisa couldn't help but laugh at the greetings of her friends, especially Broadway. "Yes, I brought food from a new pizza place up the street that just opened today."

"Ah, great!" The chubby gargoyle then eagerly took the pizza boxes from Elisa and carried them over to a table, with Lexington following behind.

"Broadway, you're always thinking about food!"

Elisa looked down as she felt a gentle prodding at her leg. Smiling, she then knelt down. "Hello Bronx...how are you doing?" She then softly stroked the top of the creature's head.

The gargoyle beast crooned in approval at the attention, but was then distracted by the scent of the pizza, suddenly turning to dart towards the table where Broadway had cracked open a box and was already on his second piece.

"No Bronx, this is mine! Here...have this piece instead."

Brooklyn was next to approach the detective. "Hey Elisa, how's it going?"

"Good, although it was a slow day today. Matt and I were asked to investigate a potential suspect in a case that just came in, but we couldn't find anything."

"Anything we can help with?" Hudson stepped forward as he spoke.

Elisa shook her head. "I don't believe so. I have a hunch that the name we have is a previously-unknown alias, so we probably won't find anything until we figure out what the guy's real name is. We don't even have a solid description of him yet, so I wouldn't even be able to tell you who to watch for." The detective then briefly glanced around at all of her friends. "Besides, Matt doesn't know about you guys yet, and...I think I need to keep it that way for now. I don't know how he'd react if he learned that there are real live gargoyles living in New York."

Brooklyn looked briefly at Lexington and Goliath, then back to Elisa. "Do you think it could be one of Dracon's goons?"

"He could be...but so far we don't have any reason to believe so. We've been keeping a watch on Dracon and his known associates ever since he got out of prison, so if the suspect is part of his gang, then it should be easy to nab him. I just wish we knew more, because right now we're drawing blanks."

Goliath then approached, a small smile finally crossing his face. "I'm confident you'll solve this one."

"Aye, you're a bright one lass. If anyone can figure it out, it's you."

Elisa chuckled. "Thanks guys. I'm sure we will solve this one. It'll just take some time."

Broadway then called from the table. "Hey guys, the pizza's getting cold!"

"Yeah, and soon gone if we don't get over there." Brooklyn sarcastically commented as he turned to head to the table.

"Well, I should head out. We're having a retirement party for a member the force tonight, and I've been tasked with bringing the cake."

"Bring the leftovers!" Broadway's outburst elicited laughter from Elisa, but glares from Brooklyn, Hudson and Goliath.

"There probably won't be any left...but if there is, I'll see if I can bring you some in the morning."

Goliath then stepped forward and hugged Elisa, the only human he really trusted in this new world. "Have a good night."

"You too..." Elisa turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back. "Oh, and you guys be careful if you head out on patrol tonight. We've been having some trouble with teenagers shooting off illegal fireworks lately. I wouldn't want any of you to get hit by them."

Goliath nodded. "That we shall."

"Also, if you happen to spot any of those teenagers...go easy on them, ok? They're just kids."

A soft smirk crossed Goliath's face. "Indeed."

Elisa then waved to her friends, most of which were now busying themselves with the pizza. "Good night, guys!" She then turned again to depart.

"Good night!"

"Bye Elisa!"

"Take care"

"Farewall, lass!"

"Grawr!"

Goliath stood there, smiling softly as he watched his friend leave. He then turned back and approached his clan. "What kinds of pizza did she bring?"

It was just past 4:30AM, a little over an hour before sunrise. Two dark figures were gliding through the skies over the west side of Manhattan, one visibly smaller than the other...Brooklyn and Lexington, nearing the end of their nocturnal patrol. It had been a slow night, much like how Elisa's day had been slow. They had broken up a couple random muggings, and briefly followed what they thought was one of Dracon's gang members , only for him to not do anything worth confronting him over. Beyond that, it was one of the least-eventful patrol nights the pair had run in quite a while.

"I don't know Lex...maybe most of the bad guys are on vacation. Almost wonder if it was worth going out tonight."

"We stopped those muggers though, that's something."

Brooklyn glanced around as he adjusted his glide slightly towards the left. "Yeah, I know...but that's small fry. What I really want to do is take down the rest of Dracon's goons. They've been a thorn in Elisa's side for far too long." He grumbled softly. "I really thought we had something when we spotted that one guy. I still think we should have nabbed him."

"We can't just act without reason, though. Elisa wouldn't approve...or Goliath."

The red gargoyle sighed to his friend. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I'm just bored."

Lexington nodded in agreement. "Heh, so am I."

The pair then landed on a lower ledge of a tall building, climbed up to the roof, and immediately relaunched themselves to regain some of their gliding altitude, with Brooklyn maintaining his lead. "Let's make one more round, then we can head back to the clock tower."

Lexington nodded. "That's good, because when we get back, I gotta...er...take a dump?" the smaller gargoyle spoke in a questioning manner, seemingly not quite certain if he was properly using the human slang they had overheard on a random late-night TV show a week prior.

Brooklyn chuckled low, feeling a little more confident about his growing grasp on human slang. "Yeah, I gotta take a shit too, and piss as well. We don't have to head back to the clock tower to do that though."

Lexington looked to the other gargoyle. "Well, where else can we go?"

Brooklyn looked around quickly to get his bearings on exactly where in their patrol area they were, then looked back at Lex. "I know a place. Follow me." Brooklyn then veered off in his gliding, with Lexington following closely. After a couple further minutes of flight, Brooklyn pointed towards a large, dilapidated and long-abandoned building. "We can go there."

"All right." Lexington was right behind Brooklyn as they dropped towards the building and landed on the roof. Brooklyn then climbed down over the ledge and leaped in through a broken window, with Lexington following behind. Upon dropping to the floor, Lexington looked around curiously. "What is this place?"

Brooklyn looked around the large room they were in, dimly lit by the light of a waning moon and the skyglow of light pollution. "I think it's an old abandoned factory or something. I don't know what used to be in here, but it seems to have been empty for several years."

"Cool...I wonder if there are any old machines or stuff here."

Brooklyn shook his head. "I found this place a couple months ago, haven't seen anything other than rubble, a little furniture and a collapsed stairway." He watched momentarily as Lexington looked around the large room. "One night, I needed to relieve myself, but I didn't want to have to go all the way back just for that. I also didn't want to stop for too long on the ground or a rooftop and risk someone seeing me, so I started looking for an abandoned building I could get into. I eventually found this place."

Lexington looked back over his shoulder as he continued to gaze around the room. "That makes sense."

"Now, whenever I'm in the area alone and need to relieve myself, this is where I come." He then smirked a little. "This is also a place I come to jerk off when I get the chance."

Lexington looked back to Brooklyn, visibly confused. "Jerk off?" This was evidently slang that he wasn't familiar with.

Brooklyn laughed. "Pleasure myself." He then reached a paw down beneath his loincloth and moved it back and forth a few times to mimic masturbation.

Lexington laughed too upon realizing what his friend meant. "Oooooh, I get it." He then groaned softly and looked around. "Erm...so, where's the bathroom? I really need to go..."

Brooklyn shook his head slightly. "There are none, not anymore anyway. Most of the plumbing has been removed, and the only remaining toilet I've seen here was smashed by vandals."

Lexington blinked. "Well then...where do we go?"

"Heh...really, all you can do is just...find a spot...and go." As if to demonstrate his point, Brooklyn then took a few steps out towards the center of the massive room with his back towards Lexington, and pulled the front flap of his loincloth to the side. Without hesitation, the red gargoyle then began to urinate directly onto the dusty wooden floor, the once-silent room suddenly filling with the loud echo of splattering liquid impacting the floorboards. The sensation of his bladder draining prompted a tingling shiver to travel simultaneously up his back and down his tail, eliciting a soft moan of relief and pleasure from him. Ooh yeah...he had been holding it for a while, and to finally get a chance to pee was very welcome indeed.

Lexington blinked again in seeming disbelief, not only at Brooklyn's brazen display of relieving himself in such an unorthodox location, but also at his implication that he should do the same. "You mean...on the floor?"

Brooklyn chuckled. "Why not? It's an abandoned building Lex, no one will find it." His eyes lidded partially as he stared down at his arcing piss stream, the moonlight shining in through the windows glistening upon the golden fluid as it drained from him and splattered upon the floor, producing a turbulent and growing puddle.

"Well..." Lexington hesitated. He looked around the room again for a moment, then back to his urinating friend. "...I don't know..."

Brooklyn glanced back over his shoulder at his unsure companion as he continued relieving himself. "We can go back to the clock tower if you really want to, just let me finish here first." He then returned his gaze to his task, his tail twitching lightly as another tingle of relief coursed through his body. "Honestly though, the way I see it, we're already here, so you might as well take advantage of it. But, it's your choice, Lex." Brooklyn then sighed softly to himself as he felt his urine flow begin to wane, the larger gargoyle's bladder almost empty. He then couldn't help but smirk slightly to himself as he suddenly heard the smaller gargoyle emit a low fart, almost as if his friend's bowels were protesting the prospect of having to wait until they were back home to dispose of their contents.

"Uhh...I guess I can go in this place just this once. I just don't want to do it here...in this big room. Is there...somewhere else a bit more private?"

His urination completed, Brooklyn released his loincloth to let it resume its normal draping position, then turned back towards Lexington as he stepped away from the large puddle he had created. "Yeah, come with me." He then swung around and walked towards a doorway across the room, with Lexington following right behind. The doorway led to a long hall with several more doors lining each side of the corridor. "Here's a bunch of small rooms, I think they were old offices or something. They should feel a bit more private. The ones on the left don't have any windows in them if you prefer that. There's also a stairway at the end of the hall, you could go there too."

Lexington paused and briefly looked at the various doors along the hall. "One of these rooms will do." The small green gargoyle then poked his head into one of the windowless rooms, and stepped in to look around as Brooklyn stood in the doorway behind him. Despite having no windows to let any light in, both nocturnal beasts were still able to see quite clearly in the former office with their excellent night vision. The room was indeed small, only about 10 feet by 12 feet. It was completely empty, except for a pile of wooden planks and other debris lying on the floor against the back wall. The air was thick with a heavy scent of dust and a damp mustiness. Lexington's gaze continued scanning around the small room before stopping momentarily on a second smaller pile resting on the floor next to the larger debris pile...undeniably an old pile of shit previously deposited by the larger red gargoyle, and part of the reason for the thick musty odor permeating the air. "I see you've been in here before."

Brooklyn smirked lightly in response to his friend's comment as he noticed Lexington eyeing his old pile of droppings. "Yeah, I was in here a couple weeks ago. Pissed on those old boards, then crapped there in the corner. I've gone in every room on this floor at least once. There are a few rooms that I haven't used on the next floor down if you'd prefer to go someplace I haven't been yet."

Lexington turned to look at Brooklyn. "No, this'll be fine."

"All right Lex. I know you're unsure about this, so I'll wait out in the hall and let you be alone to do what you need."

"Thanks." Lexington then padded further into the room.

Brooklyn stepped out of the doorway into the hall and leaned against the wall next to it. He listened as Lexington paced slowly around the small room on the other side of the wall for a short while, then heard him stop. After about ten seconds of silence, he heard a couple quick farts, followed by Lexington grunting ever so softly. He smirked to himself as he then heard a soft thud against the wooden floor. He reached a paw down beneath his loincloth and idly stroked at his semi-erect cock as he stood there listening to the sounds of the smaller gargoyle defecating, hearing Lexington occasionally grunt or fart, and also hearing the soft thuds of his turds hitting the floor. He closed his eyes and imagined the sight of his friend crapping, wishing he could actually watch, but knowing that Lexington would never understand his perverse desire and enjoyment of seeing other creatures void their bowels.

After a few minutes of slowly masturbating while listening to and fantasizing about Lexington shitting, Brooklyn then heard a short period of silence, followed by the sound of his friend pacing through the office again. He opened his eyes and swiftly pulled his paw out from beneath his loincloth, expecting Lexington to come back out into the hall. But when he heard him continuing to walk around in the small room for a while, Brooklyn turned and poked his head into the office. "You all right?"

"Yeah. I'm done taking a dump, but now I also gotta urinate. Just trying to...find a good spot..."

The larger gargoyle chuckled. "To be honest, in a building like this there is no real 'good spot' since nearly the entire place can qualify as such. That's one of the reasons I pissed out there in the open where we came in. To me, there's really no difference between going there in that big room, or in a corner, or in one of these smaller rooms since I know no one else can get up here to find it."

Lexington tilted his head, still seemingly concerned. "You sure about that?"

Brooklyn nodded. "Not only are the bottom two floors boarded up, the stairway is collapsed above the second floor and the fire escape on the outside has been torn down, so no one could get up here without tools for climbing. I basically have the entire top three floors to myself whenever I come here. Same for you...if you decide to keep coming here after tonight, that is."

"Heh...I guess you're right. I'm just...not accustomed to this. I'm used to using a toilet now...and before that our communal latrine cave back in the old days."

"I understand. Well...just think of this as a new type of communal latrine, I guess you could call it that. A personal one shared only between you and me. Only...this one is in an old building instead of a cave." Brooklyn chuckled again softly.

Lexington nodded slightly. "Yeah...I suppose..."

"Well, I'll leave you alone now so you can finish." Brooklyn then pulled his head back out of the office and leaned against the wall once more to continue waiting. He kept listening as he soon heard Lexington stop walking around, followed by the sound of liquid trickling and splattering. Closing his eyes once more, he went back to fantasizing about the smaller gargoyle relieving himself, this time imagining him urinating as he listened to the sound of it actually happening in the next room. He again reached down and resumed jerking off, his tongue lolling from his mouth briefly as he pleasured himself to the sounds and mental image of Lexington going to the bathroom...although primarily the mental image. He moaned a little as he started to feel that he would cum soon, prompting him to stroke quicker at his cock. He was literally on the brink of orgasm...only to suddenly be snapped back to reality by the sound of Lexington standing in the hall clearing his throat.

"So..." The small gargoyle had a smirk on his face as he spoke. "...who or what are you thinking about?"

Brooklyn froze with his shaft still firmly in his grip. Were his face not already red, he would likely be blushing brightly right then. Although they had both seen each other casually masturbating in the past, he still felt embarrassed at being caught pleasuring himself to such private thoughts involving his friend. "Oh...nothing in particular. I was just...doing it to pass the time waiting for you to finish so I can go in...since I want to use that office too." He then pulled his paw out from beneath his loincloth, eliciting a couple quick throbs of protest from his cock due to the sudden lack of attention so close to completion. He then looked down to his talons, which were moist with precum. "Heh, guess I just got a little carried away." Brooklyn had an ulterior motive for wanting to go in alone after Lexington had relieved himself, and he hoped his friend wouldn't get suspicious by throwing his earlier he-can-go-anywhere proclamation back at him in response to him wanting to use the same office...especially after the shaky excuse he gave to explain the vigorous pawing session he had been caught in.

Lexington kept smirking. "Well, I'm done in there now, so you can go in...unless you want to finish up here first. It looked like you were getting close." He then chuckled.

Brooklyn shook his head to clear his mind as he felt his cock losing its arousal, then nodded. "Yeah, I'll go in now. I'll be a few minutes, you don't have to wait here for me if you don't want to."

"Nah that's fine. Goliath wants us to stick together tonight, so I'll wait." Lexington then slowly walked halfway down the hall and leaned against a far wall.

Brooklyn nodded, then walked into the office. Upon entering the small room, he could immediately smell Lexington's wastes, enticing him to inhale deeply through his nose to take in the scent. Idly licking the precum from his paw, he quickly glanced around the room, immediately spotting the fresh pile of dung the smaller gargoyle had produced near the front wall, right on the opposite side of the wall where larger gargoyle had been standing when he was waiting out in the hall. Lexington was less than two feet away from him when he made that, and Brooklyn felt bummed that he wasn't able to see it happen. But, at least now he could admire the end result.

Kneeling next to the new droppings, he leaned down without hesitation and began to sniff deeply at the pile, his nostrils flaring to inhale the maximum possible amount of the pungent odor exuding from the freshly-deposited feces. He emitted a soft shuddering moan of pleasure, the scent of his friend's turds bringing his arousal back. Oh, how greatly he wanted to explain to Lexington his enjoyment of such things, his desire to watch him relieving himself, with the hope that maybe it would then be possible...but he just knew he wouldn't understand. No one would...so he kept it secret. He reached a paw down, and ever so slightly touched it to the pile, feeling the warmth, firmness and texture of the droppings.

"Quite impressive, my friend." Brooklyn quietly whispered to himself as his talons lightly grazed the pile Lexington made. The mess was indeed impressive in size and amount considering Lexington's small body size, but still smaller than what Brooklyn himself typically produced. The pile resembled in appearance and texture that which would be left behind by a large breed dog, but slightly more in amount, and each individual turd larger in both girth and length. The color was a medium creamy brown with occasional mottled blotches of lighter and darker tones. He wanted so badly to taste it. He even parted his beak slightly and started slipping his tongue out towards the pile. But then, realizing that Lexington and the others might smell it on his breath afterwards, he decided against doing so, pulling his tongue back in and closing his mouth. Instead, he just kneeled there, sniffing at the pile for a little while longer.

Brooklyn's enjoyment of his friend's pile was suddenly interrupted by a cramp in his lower gut as his bowels began to contract, prompting him to emit a soft groan as he realized his growing need to shit. Lifting his tail slightly, the red gargoyle proceeded to release a shallow, wet fart to relieve some of the pressure. The gas bubbling from his tailhole, combined with the sensation of mass shifting within his colon, both served to remind him of the real reason they had stopped there. Lexington had relieved himself...and it was now his turn.

Standing back up, he slowly padded over towards the mess of debris against the back wall, contemplating adding to the pile he had previously left in that same corner. While he was standing there, he noticed that Lexington had pissed onto the wood planks, just like he himself had done two weeks prior. He briefly kneeled down and sniffed deeply at the damp planks of wood, moaning again as he scented the fellow gargoyle's urine, albeit heavily mixed with the dusty and dirty odor of the wood and his own aged piss. There was no puddle on the floor, the entirety of Lexington's bladder contents having cascaded into the rotting wood pile. He frowned slightly to himself at having lost an opportunity to smell a freestanding pool of Lexington's pee, but then shrugged it off and stood back up again.

Brooklyn then stepped over to the old pile of his and looked down to it. He reached down and undid the buckle on the belt holding his loincloth, removing it entirely and exposing his fully naked form, his erect cock finally uncovered and standing full-mast in the night air. Getting completely naked to relieve himself was an unnecessary step, but he still enjoyed and preferred doing so when given the opportunity. He then tossed the fabric to the floor a few feet away, and positioned himself over the old pile of feces. He was just about to crouch down when he suddenly stopped and looked back over to Lexington's shit pile on the opposite side of the office floor, grinning at a realization. He then stepped away from the old pile of his own droppings, and moved back over to the fresh pile. Standing directly over his friend's crap, he then lowered into a squat, shifting his weight slightly on his haunches to ensure his anus was hovering directly over Lexington's turds, his tail remaining lowered as he did so.

Satisfied with his positioning, Brooklyn then released the tension beneath his tail. No longer trying to actively hold back the contents of his bowels, he could feel it begin to slowly move, prompting another slow fart to crackle from under him, until eventually the solid mass of shit moving within him reached his sphincter, abruptly blocking the escaping intestinal gas. Even in its relaxed state, the muscular ring still provided enough resistance to again stop the movement of his colon. As usual, he knew a little more effort would be required to properly start the process. Fully committing himself to the task at hand, Brooklyn finally lifted his tail, the last step necessary to prepare for defecation...and then began to push.

Almost immediately, he felt his crap squeeze through his internal sphincter, stretching it to its full width to allow passage. With one muscular obstacle overcome, his bowels resumed moving...only to then be stopped again by his anus, the final blockade to his impending relief. Just like with the sphincter, the relaxed anus still acted as a barrier that needed to be overpowered. The gargoyle grunted softly as he pushed again, raising his tail slightly higher as he felt his tailhole begin to bulge outward, and then slowly stretch open around the nub of his first turd, revealing the brown mass...not yet actually emerging, but letting its presence and insistence for release be known. A very brief pause, and then a third push was all it took to overcome the last remaining bit of anal resistance. The fleshy ring fully yielded, allowing his bowel contents to once again move unimpeded. The head of the turd forced its way through his hole, passing the point of no return as the brown mass finally started to emerge, announcing its arrival into the world with a soft, continuous, moist crackling sound that further served to emphasize the dirty biological act the creature was performing.

In that small, dark, musty abandoned office, squatting next to a wall with his tail lifted, Brooklyn was pooping.

A soft moan emitted from the red gargoyle as he savored the familiar sensation of a fully-digested meal excreting from his rectum. He closed his eyes and eased up on his efforts, no longer actively pushing as he instead allowed his shit to slide out at its own pace, pressed forth only by a combination of peristalsis and the pressure of intestinal gasses. The first turd, a good inch and a half thick, slowly came out of him at about an inch per second. As he felt it growing in length, Brooklyn slowly raised higher in his squat to provide his emerging log more clearance. Finally, at just shy of ten inches in length, the crap broke off and dropped. The dense head of the turd thudded heavily onto the hardwood floor right next to Lexington's dung, followed immediately by the rest of the turd toppling over under its own weight, draping itself neatly across the top of the smaller gargoyle's shitpile.

Brooklyn crooned softly to himself, his nostrils flaring slightly as they began detecting the familiar and growing scent of his own excrement mingling with the heavier scent of Lexington's wafting through the air. Feeling another turd signaling for release, he lightly bore down again, slowly expelling it. This second piece of shit was similar in girth to the first, but only reached about half the length before breaking and falling onto the pile. The gargoyle's member remained fully erect, throbbing periodically for attention as he continued to enjoy the feeling of relieving himself, although at that moment he was too focused on emptying his bowels to finish the masturbation he had begun earlier.

He grunted low as he pushed again, a third, slightly thicker clump slipping from him and adding to the pile. Two smaller turds quickly followed within seconds, departing his tailhole of their own accord without him needing to push. A long, slow fart came next, the remaining majority of his intestinal gasses that had tried to exit prior to the start of his bowel movement. This too he allowed to happen at its own pace. Soon though, the pressure within his colon began to drop, requiring him to push again to force out the last bit of flatulence. He knew this also meant he would have to actively push harder to unload the rest of his colon's contents.

"How's it going?"

Brooklyn opened his eyes as he heard Lexington call to him from the corridor. "It's going..." He paused his response briefly to grunt as he focused on squeezing out another log of shit, eventually continuing his response as the turd slowly grew in length beneath his tail. "...I'll be out in a couple minutes." He could hear Lexington idly pacing out in the hall, but his full attention quickly returned to his ongoing defecation upon feeling the turd break and plop onto the pile.

"No rush, take your time."

Brooklyn nodded, primarily to himself, then pushed again when he felt another clump ready to be released. It was smaller than the rest, and the turd quickly slipped from him and fell. One final small piece immediately followed, and clung to the rippled folds of his tailhole. He was finished...his bowels were finally empty. Remaining in his squat, he couldn't help but moan ever so softly to himself as he savored the immense pleasurable sensation of relief that always followed defecation. It just felt so damn good to take a satisfying shit. His contentment was further enhanced by the last diminishing tingles of relief from the piss he had taken earlier. The combined pleasure of having fully unburdened himself was second only to the ultimate pleasure of an orgasm in his mind...an ultimate pleasure he hoped to experience before the night was through. Indeed, between his legs stood a physical representation of that desire.

Keeping his tail lifted, the red gargoyle repeatedly squeezed his hole several times in an attempt to dislodge the remnant dangler, causing both his tail and cock to twitch rhythmically, ever so slightly, with each spasm of his shit-smeared pucker. With his tail still raised, he stood up from his squat after a few seconds and began to turn around. A couple final squeezes of his butthole combined with his sudden movements finally forced the dangler to break free while he was turning, the tiny clump of shit plopping to the floor a couple feet away from the rest of the pile. Brooklyn looked down at the mess he had made, smirking in approval at what he saw as he finally lowered his tail. He then kneeled down next to the newly-enlarged pile of gargoyle dung.

Without hesitation, he leaned forward and sniffed deeply at the pile, moaning to himself in perverse approval. His shit was similar in appearance to Lexington's, but bigger in size by nearly double. In fact, Lexington's pile was almost completely buried beneath Brooklyn's. However, a few tips of Lexington's turds were still poking out of the pile in some places, and he could still smell the scent of his friend's past meal mixing with the dominant scent of his own. He repeatedly sniffed long and deeply at the pile for several minutes, the intense odor almost intoxicating to him. Again he had the desire to taste it...but as before he resisted the urge and just restrained himself to sniffing and occasionally touching the pile with his paw. As he admired the pile, his dick continued to hang at full arousal like a spear between his legs, demanding attention with growing need, evident by a few dribbles of precum oozing onto the dusty floor.

Eventually, his lust became too great to suppress. He stopped sniffing the pile and pulled his face away from it, but kept kneeling next to the droppings as he reached down and resumed the masturbation that had been interrupted earlier. He moaned low as he vigorously stroked at his cock, desperately seeking the release he had been deprived of. The sound of his pre-coated shaft slapping wetly in his paw as he quickly jerked filled the small office. He knew Lexington could probably hear what he was doing, but he didn't care...he needed this. He NEEDED this. He pawed madly at his member, groaning progressively louder as he did so.

Quite quickly, he felt his climax approaching. Panting and huffing heavily, he stroked in an almost desperate manner at his cock a few final times, raising up on his knees and hunching over the duo's combined shit pile in preparation. Shuddering hard, he spent the final second of useful awareness positioning the tip of his shaft directly above the pile, then tensed and cried out as his release hit him hard. His wings began flapping madly and his back arched as his cum started spurting strongly onto the crap, his tail twitching and his hips bucking in time with his cock spasms. Every single squirt of seed radiated through his entire body with intense waves of overwhelming pleasure. It seemed his entire body was devoting itself to making sure he produced as much jizz as possible, and he sure had a copious amount to give, with some of the ropes of cum producing audible splatters upon impact. Brooklyn was totally lost in a haze of pleasure. He had no care in the world, except for ejaculation. For that one brief moment in time, his hormone-raging, lust-filled mind and body had convinced him that his only purpose in life was to cum, and he was fully delivering upon that purpose.

It felt like an eternity to the gargoyle, but in reality only about 15 seconds passed before Brooklyn's climax began to wind down, his ejaculations decreasing in frequency, amount and force, until eventually all that remained were a few final dribbles, followed by the occasional dry throb. Panting heavily, he turned and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall to wait out the dry post-orgasmic spasms, which he knew would take several minutes, typical for gargoyles. He slowly lifted his paw up to his snout and licked his talons a couple times, the flavor of his seed coating his tongue and eliciting a soft moan of approval. He then looked down at the shit pile, smiling as he saw it and the floor around it spattered with the gargoyle's cum. He leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes partially lidded as he savored the blissful haze of afterglow, periodically interspersed with the sensation of his still-erect shaft randomly twitching. His eyes closed the rest of the way as he slowly licked the remainder of his jizz from his sticky claws. Fuck yes...he really needed that.

His eyes then suddenly shot wide open. "Aagh!" Having remembered that Lexington was still waiting, and realizing that it had been far longer than the couple of minutes he previously quoted, he quickly stood up...pausing momentarily in response to his cock throbbing again...then backed up closer to the wall. Lifting his tail again, Brooklyn bent over slightly and proceeded to rub his undertail against the wall several times, a fast and crude but surprisingly effective method of cleaning himself after shitting when using a paw isn't an option. After he was done wiping, he lowered his tail and reached down to grab his loincloth, swiftly putting it back on. Another spasm of his dick sent a shiver up his spine as he turned to depart, requiring one more brief pause before he finally exited the room to return to his friend.

"So...did you have fun?" Lexington said with a smirk on his face.

Brooklyn blinked, not having expected such a question.

"I heard you finish jerking off in there. Sounded intense too, you must've been thinking of something quite nice." Lexington chuckled.

Brooklyn chuckled too, feeling embarrassed again, especially as his member chose that exact moment to produce another post-orgasmic spasm, causing his tented loincloth to waver. "Yeah, it was...quite nice..."

The smaller gargoyle laughed as he saw his larger friend's loincloth jerk slightly. "Dry throbs, huh? I know that feeling...it's happening to me right now too." Almost as if on cue, Lexington's own loincloth visibly pulsed in a manner similar to Brooklyn's. "The sound of you pleasuring yourself got me going too..." He then looked over to a spot a short way down the hall. "...so I assumed I could do that here as well. I wasn't quite as...vocal about it as you, though."

Brooklyn looked too, and grinned as he noticed splatters of cum on the floor, laughing softly in response. Indeed, his friend had managed to blow a load without him hearing. "Couldn't resist, could you?"

The smaller gargoyle chuckled. "Felt good as always. Now I won't have to try to find someplace else to do it later."

Brooklyn smirked. "I told you this place was convenient, for many things." He then sat down next to his friend and pulled his loincloth back to fully reveal his still hard cock, finding it most comfortable to leave it uncovered during his after-cum spasms. "Ahh...that's better." Despite his shame at having been caught fantasizing about Lexington relieving himself and his desire to play with his mess, he still had no hesitations exposing himself in this manner in the presence of the smaller gargoyle, having seen his friend do the same numerous times after masturbating. The final dribble of cum Brooklyn had produced within the office still clung to the tip of his member, and he watched with fascination as some of it began to slowly ooze downward along his length, slipping further down every time it twitched. "Just gotta wait for this thing to realize it's done now, heh..."

The green nodded. "Yeah, that'll take a while. Ten seconds of ejaculation followed by ten minutes of unproductive throbs...curious as to why it's like that." Lexington then sat down next to Brooklyn, also reaching down to his loincloth, pausing to let his member spasm before uncovering it and exposing it to the air, his own cock also sticky with a thin coating of jizz, although with no sizeable globs as on Brooklyn's.

"I'm sure it serves some purpose, but I wouldn't know what." Brooklyn then looked down so that both of their cocks were in his field of vision, and couldn't help but laugh softly as they both decided to twitch at virtually the same time.

Lexington laughed back, then leaned against the wall with a thoughtful look on his face. "Hmm...have you ever tried pleasuring yourself a second time immediately after? While it's still hard and throbbing like this, I mean."

Brooklyn shook his head. "No...I always assumed that meant I was done and I just had to wait for it to go back down. I mean...I finished, didn't I? Isn't that the end of it?"

"Perhaps not..." Lexington looked down at his still erect member, watching for a few seconds until it produced another throb. "...a few times I've started jerking off a second time during this point, and managed to make it 'finish' again. Once I even did it three times, but after the third time it didn't throb like this and instead went soft almost right away." Lexington then looked towards Brooklyn's shaft momentarily, watching it spasm again before returning his gaze to his own. "Perhaps...it allows gargoyles to mate multiple times quickly?"

Brooklyn thought briefly, then nodded once. "Maybe. I really wouldn't know..."

The smaller gargoyle then reached down and gripped his shaft in his paw, slowly stroking at it. "Well, let's see if my past experience still holds true..."

Brooklyn chuckled, absent-mindedly taking hold of his own member as he watched his friend begin masturbating a second time, his cock throbbing twice in quick succession in response to his touch. "I know we don't have time to do it three times...but a second time is possible."

The duo went silent for a few moments as they focused on jerking off again, the hall echoing with the soft sounds of their breathing and their paws stroking wetly at their cum-coated dicks. Eventually, the relative silence was finally broken by Lexington, and what he said was wholly unexpected.

"Brooklyn...I saw you..."

Brooklyn immediately froze. "...What do you mean?"

"I briefly peeked in to see why you were taking so long. You were leaning over my droppings and sniffing at them. At one point it even looked like you wanted to eat them..."

Again, Brooklyn felt like blushing if he could, but this time he also felt as though he couldn't speak.

"...Later, I then saw that you had relieved yourself in the same spot where I did, and you were smelling it again. That's when you started pleasuring yourself..."

Brooklyn pulled his paw away from his cock, which twitched in further protest to him once again aborting his attentions to it. He then looked down the hall, away from Lexington, not knowing how to respond...or even if he should.

"Brooklyn...it's ok. I'm not weirded out or anything." Lexington then placed his free paw on Brooklyn's. "I also saw you that one night after Bronx relieved himself in an alley, not long after we awoke here. You picked it up and squeezed it through your talons while pleasuring yourself, remember?"

Brooklyn nodded slowly. Indeed, he did remember. It was the first time he had ever physically handled another creature's shit, until then having only handled his own.

"I also watched that night as you licked some of it off your claws. That's when you ejaculated..."

Brooklyn squeezed his eyes shut. It was also the first time he had ever tasted another creature's shit, again until that time having experienced only his own. Damn...his secret was out without him having to tell anyone, and he didn't know how to feel. Relief at no longer having to be so secretive about it with one of his best friends? Shame that it was one of his best friends who found out? Anger at being confronted like this about what he had done? Perhaps, a mix of all three...although primarily the first two. He couldn't be angry at Lexington...but he could be angry at himself for being so screwed up in the head that he actually exposed himself to being caught in the act not once, but twice. Still...since his secret was no longer a secret, he at least felt an opportunity to try to explain...the key word being try. He turned and looked back at Lexington, who had also stopped masturbating, but was still loosely holding his cock in his paw.

"Lex...I..." He stammered, then sighed. "...I don't know why, but I just...enjoy it. Not only relieving myself, but seeing other creatures relieve themselves too. I enjoy watching it coming out of them. I enjoy smelling it. I enjoy touching it, feeling it. I enjoy..." He hesitated. "...I enjoy tasting it..." His head drooped in shame. "...I want, someday, for another creature...or another gargoyle...to either relieve themselves on me..." He looked away again, seemingly on the edge of tears. "...or in my mouth..."

Lexington chuckled softly...a reaction that Brooklyn didn't quite expect, but did at least help calm his emotional state slightly. "Hey, I said it's ok. I may not share your interest, but as I told you, I'm not bothered by it. If I was, I wouldn't have felt like jerking off tonight while waiting for you to finish. Everyone is different, unique...and they're allowed to enjoy whatever they want as long as it doesn't hurt anyone." The smaller gargoyle lightly squeezed a couple of the digits on the larger one's paw.

Brooklyn looked back at Lexington, his friend's reassurance having helped him regain enough composure to do so. "I knew you weren't into it. Honestly, I have to assume that...no one else is, that I'm the only one. That's why I've been keeping it a secret. I've been interested in it for a long time, ever since I was quite young. I used to...spy on the horses in the stables, watch them relieve themselves. It was at first nothing more than a fascinating curiosity to me. But, as I got older, it...started to arouse me. I honestly don't know why. Not long before the Magus cursed us to stone sleep, I had even begun...pleasuring myself while watching the horses defecate."

Lexington nodded silently as he listened.

"As strange as it sounds, I also...prefer to squat while taking a dump. That's part of why I started using abandoned buildings like this one to relieve myself, so I can squat while doing so. To me, it's a lot more comfortable than sitting on a human...fixture...we weren't originally intended to use."

Lexington idly scratched his chin in thought. "Well...you used to squat in a cave most of the time. We all did. Maybe your preference is based on habit from those old days. I personally have gotten used to using a toilet, but I will agree that squatting is still more comfortable. I assume it's simply more natural for us."

Brooklyn nodded. "Perhaps. That's not the only reason though..." He hesitated a moment. "...It is true that stopping here or at a different abandoned building to relieve myself is genuinely more convenient than heading all the way back to the clock tower. But, beyond that, and even beyond my desire to squat while relieving myself...there's also something I really enjoy about doing it in places that are...well, 'wrong'...for lack of a better description...such as here, on the floor. It feels...perversely enjoyable to me. It...arouses me..." The larger gargoyle then sighed softly. "...I can't explain why..." He squeezed his eyes shut as his head drooped again in shame. "...not even to myself..."

"Hmm..." The smaller gargoyle visibly pondered briefly. "Well...it still could be related to you having been accustomed to the old communal latrine cave. That technically wasn't outdoors."

Brooklyn shook his head lightly. "That was different, or at least it feels different to me. The floor of that cave was intended specifically for that purpose. The floor of an abandoned building like this one...isn't." He sighed again. "I'm sorry, you're the first one I've ever told these things to, and I'm finding it hard to...put my thoughts and feelings about this into adequate words..."

Lexington glanced down towards the floor. "No need to apologize. I understand your difficulty in trying to explain. It's hard for anyone to explain why they enjoy what they do, even to themselves. It's far easier for them to simply say what they enjoy, then leave it at that with no further explanation..." He began to idly trace a talon in circles on the floorboards. "...such as how I wish to only mate with other males..."

Brooklyn's eyes widened at what he heard, then he looked back to his friend. "Lex...did you just confess to me that you're gay?"

Lexington looked back at Brooklyn, confused. "Huh? Gay?" Apparently more contemporary human slang he wasn't familiar with.

"That's what the humans call males who prefer to mate with other males."

Lexington idly looked down at Brooklyn's cock, which by that time had stopped throbbing from the lack of attention and was beginning to slip back into his genital slit. He seemed a fair bit less hesitant about his particular secret being known, maybe because he was relaxed by Brooklyn elaborating on his own. "Never heard that before...but yeah...I guess you could call me gay." He then smirked. "Since you and I pleasure ourselves around each other quite often...would that mean you're gay too?"

Brooklyn chuckled softly. "Nah, I still have interest in females. I've mated with one a few times before, long ago in the old days." A brief mental image of that particular gargoyle popped into his mind: Demona. Another secret of his that forever needed to remain a secret, since at the time Demona was Goliath's mate. Such betrayal on his part would certainly mean expulsion from the clan, regardless of how long ago it occurred or the fact that Demona had since become a sworn enemy to the clan. He then lightly shook his head to clear his mind, not wanting to think of her in that manner. It was true he still had interest in females...just not that one. Not anymore.

"Oh..." Lexington slowly looked away from Brooklyn, an act which didn't escape the larger gargoyle's attention.

"But..." Brooklyn continued, "I won't deny that I do also have some interest in males. The humans have another name for people who enjoy mating with both genders, but..." He briefly ran his claws through his hair, scratching the top of his head. "...I can't remember what it was. Bi...something, not sure."

Lexington then looked back to Brooklyn, a soft smile on his face. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"

Brooklyn shook his head. "Not at all. Although I have never mated with another male, I will admit I have fantasized about it...especially as of late." Another momentary hesitation from the larger gargoyle as he tried to force his mouth to properly translate his thoughts. "I'll be honest Lex...the present lack of female gargoyles has contributed increasingly to those fantasies." He chuckled softly. "Pleasuring myself only goes so far...eventually my needs will exceed what that can fulfill."

Lexington nodded. "Makes sense. Our current situation does limit our mating options, that's for certain. Unless we tried mating with humans..."

Brooklyn waved a paw dismissively in response. "Be realistic Lex, no human would ever want to mate with a gargoyle. They're frightened of us, they see us as ugly hideous monsters to either run away from or try to destroy."

"Elisa doesn't."

Brooklyn blinked. Yeah, Lexington was right...but, he still knew mating with Elisa was out of the question. "Yes, I will admit that Elisa isn't like the other humans. She is a friend. But, that doesn't mean she would be willing to mate with any of us. I just get the impression that...well, humans prefer to stick with other humans. Besides, even if Elisa or any other human were actually willing to mate with me, I likely wouldn't anyway because in all honesty, I prefer to stick with other gargoyles. That is one thing similar between us gargoyles and humans, we prefer the company of our own kind."

Lexington idly scratched his chin. "There'd also be the risk of injuring them if we did try to mate with humans."

Brooklyn nodded. "That's another reason I'd prefer to mate with another gargoyle. Even if a willing human were to let me mate with them, it would be very bad if I accidentally hurt them...or worse. The humans ARE right about one aspect of us...we are animals. We can be rough, even when we don't intend to."

Lexington briefly looked up to his friend, then back down to his own dick. "Yeah...well, that leaves us back where we started then...no one else we can mate with."

"I know...as it is, we can 'mate' with either our left paw, or our right paw." They both chuckled, then Brooklyn continued. "Lex, it has been a long time since I was last with anyone...and the urge to mate has been growing within me again."

The smaller gargoyle nodded. "I know the feeling..."

Brooklyn leaned his head back against the wall, taking another brief moment to work up the courage to continue his thought. "...Like I said, a time will come when simply pleasuring myself will no longer be enough. And...given our current situation, I'd...be open to mating with another male to satisfy that need." He then partially looked away, again in slight shame. "Admittedly, though...most of my fantasies about males do tend to involve my...other interests..."

Lexington chuckled low in response. "So...is that what you were thinking about earlier? Listening to me relieve myself made you fantasize about it because you want to watch me doing that?"

The large gargoyle felt embarrassed again at being cornered by the question, but not so much as he had previously since his secret was now out in the open. Despite his embarrassment, he figured being blunt and direct was the best way to answer. "Yes, that's what I was thinking about when you first caught me jerking off out here in the hall, first you defecating...and then you urinating. That too is something I enjoy." A bold admission from Brooklyn, for indeed he had seen Lexington urinate once before through random chance at their old communal latrine. He then gestured towards the room where they had both relieved themselves. "In there...it was mostly about my desire to... 'experience' what you had left behind...much as I wanted to do with the horses in the old days, and as I had done with Bronx that one night." He looked down to the floor. "The only reason I stopped myself from going farther than I did tonight was fear of being caught by you, or the others possibly smelling it on me later." He then gave a weak chuckle. "Well...you caught me anyway."

Lexington nodded, also looking to the floor in momentary thought before looking back up again. "For what it's worth...I won't tell anyone else..."

Brooklyn looked to the smaller gargoyle. "You mean that?"

Lexington nodded. "I do. Also, even though I may not enjoy it the same ways you do...someday, I might be willing to let you watch me relieve myself."

Brooklyn grinned in response. "You would?"

The smaller gargoyle nodded again. "Yes. I will say though, I won't join you with...uh... 'experiencing' my droppings afterwards, as you put it. But...I am willing to provide. I might even..." He then smirked. "...be willing to relieve myself on you one day, as you had fantasized."

Brooklyn smirked too, partly from embarrassment and partly from hope. It was obvious the prospect of such excited him, as his softened member was beginning to grow aroused again. "...Or in my mouth?"

"That..." Lexington grimaced slightly as he hesitated for a couple seconds, his gaze panning towards the opposite wall during his hesitation. "...that may take a little time for me to bring myself up to doing. That stuff isn't meant to be eaten, so it's a concept that I will likely never understand. I might be willing to do it for you someday...but at first, let's just stick with you watching me relieve myself on the ground...or on a floor that we're not supposed to be relieving ourselves upon, like in this building." He then chuckled, and grinned. "Then eventually...on you."

Brooklyn couldn't help but produce a hearty laugh. "Alright!

Lexington then looked back down at Brooklyn's again-erect shaft. "If I may ask...where 'on you' would you want someone to relieve themselves?"

Brooklyn sighed softly, idly reaching down to fondle himself as brief visual images of his desires flashed through his head. "On my chest. Or...on my face..." He moaned softly as he masturbated a little faster. "Also perhaps on my groin...but mostly my chest or face..." His pawing slowed slightly as he turned to look at Lexington. "Although not into my mouth, would you maybe be willing to relieve yourself on my face?"

Lexington thought for a moment, his thinking seemingly semi-distracted as he too had resumed masturbating. It was as though his own lust was being driven by Brooklyn's enthusiasm. "I...might be able to do that. The first time I go on you though, I'd only want to do it on your chest, or somewhere else simpler. As I said, I don't share your interests in this, so I'd need to...ease myself into doing more intense things like that. But, I'd still be willing to do these things to help you, as a friend. Let's just...take it easy the first few times, ok?"

Brooklyn nodded, huffing lightly as he fapped faster again. "Alright..." A few seconds of lustful jerking from the red gargoyle passed before he spoke again. "If you want...I can try to mate with you sometime..."

Lexington smiled, his own stroking growing faster at the mention of that. Then, he suddenly blurted out. "...Now?"

Brooklyn didn't speak a response. He didn't need to. He simply looked over to Lexington, then began to rise from his seated position, laying a paw on his smaller friend's shoulder. A firm yet gentle directing pressure applied to said shoulder was all he needed to offer to get his point across. Yes...he was willing to try it now. Despite having already gotten off once, he still felt pent up, and that pent-up lust was telling him that he NEEDED to try it now. Brooklyn urgently desired to mate with another gargoyle regardless of their gender, and his friend's eagerness was more than enough to convince him that now was the time to do it. Brooklyn smiled as Lexington responded by repositioning himself onto his hands and knees in front of his friend, reaching back to move his loincloth out of the way, and raising his tail invitingly.

The red gargoyle couldn't help but notice the slight smearing of shit on the green's pucker, only serving to enhance his anticipation of what was about to happen. He wanted to lick it...so much...but he didn't want to potentially disturb his friend. However, he then suddenly realized that he might need to lick it anyway, and immediately took hold of the excuse to finally taste his friend's shit, even if only such a small amount. "Lex, I think I need to...lick you there...it might make it easier for me to mount you..."

Lexington looked back over his shoulder. "Well, I imagine I'm dirty back there after relieving myself, but..." He then smirked. "I know now that wouldn't bother you, would it? Still, making it easier to mount does make sense, so...go ahead..."

Wasting no time, Brooklyn leaned down and took a deep inhaling sniff beneath his friend's tail. Along with the smeared crap, there was a heavy musk that, for reasons unknown to him, further enticed the red gargoyle. Instictive switches within his mind were beginning to toggle on, bringing forth his primal urge to mate. The animalistic side of his mind, along with his cock, were all demanding that he immediately get to it and mount the smaller one now...but he wanted to taste that shit first. He NEEDED to. At the very least, his primal lust did serve to push him past any remnant hesitations, and with a single motion, Brooklyn leaned further forward, pressed his snout beneath Lexington's tail, and began to firmly lap his tongue around the messy shithole.

A cacophony of flavors flooded the red's maw as he began to rim his friend. Despite the shit smeared upon the pucker from his earlier defecation, the taste of feces was actually among the minority. It was certainly enough to satisfy his curiosity as to how Lexington's crap tasted, and he savored every nuance of the flavor available to him. But, the smell and taste of male musk made up a majority of his experience at that moment...and it helped drive him to licking more, firmer, even to the point of wriggling his tongue sufficiently to get it to press partway into the green's tailhole.

Lexington emitted a long, shuddering moan as he seemed overwhelmed by the intense new sensation of Brooklyn slathering his tongue across his backside. This being a new experience for him, he was obviously taken by complete surprise as he suddenly felt the tongue pressing into him. "Oooooh...what...nnnnnf..." He shivered slightly in response to the feeling of Brooklyn's warm tongue licking wetly within his butt.

His mind becoming a cloud of pure lust, Brooklyn continued lapping around and within Lexington's hole. It made instinctive sense to him what he was doing. It wasn't just an excuse to satisfy his fecal curiosity, it was also to lubricate his partner for easier penetration. The fact that it also gave him an opportunity to taste Lexington's crap was simply a bonus. The need to mount his partner was starting to overpower his desire to fulfill his feculent desires, and he eventually pulled his snout out from beneath his friend's tail, shuffling closer on his knees. "My first time with another male...I hope I do this right..." the larger red thought out loud.

"Ooh...my first time ever mating with anyone..." An unexpected response from the smaller green as Brooklyn wasn't aware he had spoken his thoughts, but it otherwise didn't disrupt the ongoing actions. As he felt Brooklyn moving behind him, Lexington raised his tail and rump higher in anticipation.

That was it. Something about the sight of that tail and rump lifting higher is what flipped the final switch in Brooklyn's mind. He needed to mount Lexington NOW. Rising up off his knees, Brooklyn repositioned his hindpaws so he was instead crouching, a posture that in the past had allowed him to better control his movements during mating, then rested his forepaws on Lexington's shoulders. After finalizing his positioning, Brooklyn quickly reached down, yanked his own loincloth out of the way with such forceful desire that he nearly tore it off, and pressed the tip of his cock beneath Lexington's tail, struggling with every ounce of effort he had left to fight the urge to just ram it right in there and go at it as he returned both paws to Lexington's shoulders. The last remnants of logical thinking in his mind knew this was Lexington's first time and he didn't want to hurt his friend. However, his restraint was beginning to falter, as instead of pausing with the head of his shaft resting lightly against the tailhole as he intended, he immediately found himself beginning to press inward, pure feral sexual need driving him onward.

Lexington's tailhole involuntarily and repeatedly spasmed and squeezed in response to the sensation of Brooklyn's member spreading it open, but it did little to slow the penetration as his friend's cock kept pressing inward. After a few seconds, the rim of the head slid past the pucker, allowing the glans to suddenly slip in all the way, causing the hole to reflexively squeeze behind it. An intense moan unlike anything he had ever produced emitted loudly from the small green gargoyle. "Nnnnnng! So...so big!"

Brooklyn also emitted a loud moan as he felt the tight virgin passage engulf the tip of his cock, pushing the head of his member deeper out of dire necessity. In unison, the duo produced another loud moan as soon the red's member began spearing its way through the green's tight inner sphincter, the engorged head eventually popping through to the other side, and officially penetrating into his bowels. Brooklyn's nostrils began to flare and he inhaled deeply as a slight breeze through the hallway allowed him to suddenly detect the scent of the cum Lexington had unloaded onto the floor when he pleasured himself earlier. The pheromones wafting from the other gargoyle's spilled semen only served to heighten his own lust further. He couldn't hold back anymore. Brooklyn started to thrust. Not hard or deep...but he was thrusting. He was mating...with another male, yes...but that didn't matter. He was mating, that's all his primal mind cared about at that moment. For the first time in a long time, Brooklyn was mating.

"Ung! Nnf! Nng! Brook-rrf!" Lexington grunted with each thrust from the larger gargoyle on top of him. His wings repeatedly fluttered outstretched in response to Brooklyn's semi-forceful penetration. "N...not...not so...hard!" He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, the talons on his forepaws digging into the floorboards.

Brooklyn was far too lost in his lust to hear his friend's pleas to be more gentle, and instead began to thrust faster. It had indeed been far too long since he last copulated with another gargoyle. Thus, despite fairly regularly pleasuring himself, he still felt an urgent pent-up need to inseminate another...and this need was finally being addressed. Come hell or high water, he was going to deposit his seed where it belonged...beneath the tail of a fellow gargoyle.

The combination of his desperate lust and the unexpected tightness of Lexington's butthole brought about Brooklyn's climax quite quickly, as it only took a moment or two of active thrusting before he felt it starting to build. Good news perhaps for Lexington, as he certainly would have been injured had the larger gargoyle kept pounding into him so eagerly for a prolonged period. Brooklyn began to groan, progressively louder. Every synapse in his groin was beginning to sound the alarm to his lust-filled brain...he's gonna cum...he's gonna cum...HE'S GONNA CUM! Somehow, despite his sex-hungry animalistic mind screaming its excitement at his rapidly-approaching release, Brooklyn was able to break through just long enough to cry out his partner's name. "Lex!"

The only response Lexington was able to give were grunts, groans and whimpers of combined pleasure and pain. He was doing his best to brace himself against Brooklyn's rutting, his claws leaving deep gouges in the wooden floor as he struggled to maintain his posture and position while his larger friend continued fucking him hard. His arms and legs wobbled in protest to the forces being placed upon them, even threatening a few times to give way. But, despite this, the small green gargoyle was still able to remain relatively steady on all fours despite the physical eagerness of the larger red's mating efforts.

Brooklyn hunched forward and reflexively spread his wings, then with one final hard thrust, forcefully shoved his cock as far into Lexington as it would go...only about halfway because of how tight the smaller gargoyle was, but all that mattered was that it was in as far as it would go. His eyes began to glow a searing white and his wings flapped wildly as he suddenly started emitting a loud guttural roar, as if to announce to anyone within earshot that he had reached the culmination of his courtship. There, in that exact spot, at that exact moment, within the confines of a fellow gargoyle's anus...Brooklyn was cumming.

Just as they had done during his earlier masturbation session, Brooklyn's tail and hips began to twitch simultaneously and rhythmically. With each twitch, a new spurt of seed was deposited forcefully into Lexington's previously-emptied bowels. He kept applying forward pressure to ensure he remained as deeply embedded into his friend during the entire duration of his climax, ensuring every possible drop of cum was released within the smaller green, where it belonged. An unanticipated side effect of his continuous inward pressure was Brooklyn's cockhead pushing against Lexington's prostate. This ultimately helped drive the smaller gargoyle past his own tipping point.

Lexington began to moan with growing urgency, much like Brooklyn had done. This quickly became a roar almost equally as loud as his partner despite his smaller size. With his tail and hips unable to move due to the weight of the larger gargoyle upon him, the only visible evidence that his orgasm had started was his cock repeatedly spasming beneath his loincloth. Although his loincloth hung loosely, the tattered fabric didn't provide enough clearance for Lexington to ejaculate directly onto the floor, so instead he proceeded to involuntarily release himself upon the inner surface of his modest covering. A majority of his semen soaked into the cloth, allowing only a small portion of it to dribble down onto the floor.

Simultaneously, both gargoyles spilled their seed, their climaxes overlapping in occurrence for several seconds while they both loudly vocalized their intense animalistic lust. But, as it was Brooklyn who started first, it was also Brooklyn who began to wane first. His roaring lowered in volume, eventually devolving into mere groans as his spurts grew weaker and less frequent, gradually dwindling until, just as before, all that remained were a few last dribbles, and then periodic dry throbs...those seemingly-incessant periodic dry throbs that demanded another go. But, Brooklyn was too exhausted. He panted heavily, even more so than when he had masturbated earlier. Despite his twitching cock's insistence, he certainly wouldn't be getting himself off for a third time that night.

Lexington's climax continued for several seconds longer than Brooklyn's, although it too eventually began to diminish. He was still cumming, but it was slowing...yet even though his climax wasn't quite finished, he couldn't hold himself and the weight of Brooklyn up anymore. The small gargoyle suddenly collapsed onto his stomach, emitting a loud grunt as he fell.

"Woah!" Not expecting Lexington to suddenly collapse, Brooklyn also found himself falling, completely off of Lexington and onto the floor next to him. Too spent to do anything about it, Brooklyn resigned himself to this fate and took the opportunity to roll over onto his back, still panting heavily as he did so...all the while his member continuing to dry-throb once every few seconds, still coaxing him to go again. Brooklyn briefly reached down to make sure his loincloth wasn't covering it, allowing it to spasm freely in the cool night air for maximum comfort.

Although the weight of the larger gargoyle was off him, Lexington kept laying on his belly for a short while longer as he waited for his diminishing ejaculations to finish, the last few weak leaks of cum dampening his loincloth even further. Only once he had fully transitioned into the post-orgasmic dry-spasm phase did Lexington take the opportunity to also roll onto his back to recover. He huffed slightly. "That...nnnnff...that was amazing..." He then tensed slightly, partly from pain in his tailhole and also in response to a twitch of his cock. "It did hurt some though...maybe because it...was my first time, or because...you're bigger than me?"

Brooklyn tiredly looked over to his friend. "Yeah...sorry, Lex. I tried to go slow, but...once I started getting into it, I...couldn't control myself anymore. Heh...like I said, it's been a long time..."

Lexington nodded slightly, only then noticing that Brooklyn had exposed his member as before to wait out the dry throbs. He reached down to do the same, his eyes suddenly widening as the cloth he took ahold of was unexpectedly wet. "...Uhh...uh oh..."

"What's wrong Lex?"

Lexington sat up so he could properly look down at what he had done. "Heh...I finished into my loincloth. Didn't mean to do that..."

Brooklyn sat up too and looked at the smaller gargoyle holding the cum-soaked fabric. He then chuckled softly. "Well...next time, we'll have to remember to just take them off then."

Lex smiled at Brooklyn's suggestion of a next time, but then looked back up to him with concern. "But, what about tonight? I mean..." He paused briefly to endure a cock spasm. "...the others will see it, or even if it dries, the others will smell it. They might ask questions that...neither of us want to have to answer..."

Brooklyn ran a couple talons through his hair in thought, his contemplations briefly interrupted as his own shaft throbbed again, demanding more attention that he was simply too tired to provide. "We can...stop by the river on the way back to wash your loincloth. It'll be wet, but at least...it'll be clean. We can just say you fell in while chasing a bad guy." He then chuckled low, a broken chuckle interrupted yet again by his member.

Lexington thought about this briefly, then scooted himself back to recline against the wall. "Yeah, we can do that. For now though..." He moved the damp loincloth to the side to expose his still-erect twitching dick. "...let's just wait these out."

"Alright..." Brooklyn also reclined against the wall next to his friend. "Next time Lex..." Throb. "...would you want to mount me?"

Lexington looked up at his friend, and grinned. "I would like that...." Spasm. "Despite the pain...I did enjoy this tonight."

"So did I, Lex. Honestly...I needed that. I really needed that." Brooklyn then enclosed one of his wings and an arm around the smaller gargoyle, and pulled him close until he was leaning against him. He looked down, watching both of their members continue to twitch in their post-orgasmic readiness for several minutes, before leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes, grunting ever so softly with each throb of his member, waiting for his arousal to eventually subside. He kept his eyes lidded, even as he felt Lexington begin to move under his draped wing.

"I want to try something..."

Before Brooklyn could even ask what Lexington meant, he suddenly felt a moist warmth engulf the head of his still-twitching cock. His eyes shot open and he looked down towards the smaller green gargoyle...who had taken the larger red's member into his maw and was suckling lightly on it. Brooklyn tensed, from a combination of pleasure and surprise. "L...Lex?! What..."

Lexington pulled his beak away from Brooklyn's shaft, a strand of drool drooping between them. "I...uh...read about this in a book, and I've been...heh...wanting to try it..."

Brooklyn stammered softly. "Uh...buh...Le..." His stammering dissolved into soft moans as Lexington returned to his oral administrations. Brooklyn's head began to swim...he had never been given oral before from anyone, much less another male. This was once again a new experience for him...for both of them. He didn't know what he was supposed to do...if anything. So, he just sat there, allowing his friend to lap and suck at his dick as he watched. This...was fine. Hell, this was nice. It felt nice...

Suddenly, something clicked in the back of Brooklyn's mind. The attention he was receiving kept drawing out lustful moans, causing him to struggle at stating his realization. "Lex...Lex...I don't...think we have...enough time..."

Seemingly oblivious to what he was saying, the smaller green continued to give the larger red a first-time attempt at a blowjob, while simultaneously masturbating himself yet again. Meanwhile, a growing cast of daylight began to shine down the hall from the large room through which they had originally entered...

"Where are they?! This is not like them!" Goliath looked worriedly out across the skyline as he pounded a fist against the ornamental concrete lining the face of the clock tower, producing a sizeable crack. "Sunrise is coming, they should be back by now!"

"Aye...they probably lost track of the time during their patrol. I wouldn't worry about them." Hudson patted Goliath's shoulder, the elder gargoyle significantly calmer than the younger one. "I recall many nights long ago where you left the castle and failed to return before sunrise...but you were alright, were you not? They're resourceful, like you."

Standing on the opposite side of Goliath was his friend Elisa. "I'm sure they've found a place to rest for the day. There are lots of abandoned buildings where they could hide away until nightfall."

"The lass has a point." Hudson replied as he turned to head towards his resting spot.

"Yeah, it's a big city." Broadway chimed in before returning his attention to licking cake frosting off his talons.

Goliath sighed. "You're probably right...I just don't like them being so irresponsible. Whether they were distracted with patrol or not, they should have known that sunrise was coming and it was time to return to the clock tower."

"Now you know how I felt the first few times you did that when we were younger, lad. Eventually, though, I learned to accept that no real harm came of it."

"No harm may have come of it in the past..." The leader of the clan looked towards the eastern sky, eyeing the brightening orange glow on the horizon. "...but that doesn't mean harm will never come of it. We are in a new world, with new dangers and new enemies, many of which we have yet to discover...and have yet to discover us." He then took one last quick glance out across the city, growled low, and turned to take his place in his resting area.

"Goliath...if you want, I can try to find them. They were patrolling the west side, right?"

Goliath turned back to Elisa. "Yes, they were." He then looked in that direction, gazing across the multitude of buildings, and sighed again, his demeanor becoming visibly calmer. "Thank you for the offer...but as Broadway said, it is a large city. Even for someone like you who knows it better than we do, it would take too long for you to search it alone. If they were following someone, then they could be far outside their patrol area." The large gargoyle then neatly folded his wings around his frame. "Like you all said, they probably found someplace safe to rest for the day and will return tonight. It isn't the first time this has happened..." Goliath then quickly glanced over to Hudson, "...and probably won't be the last." A statement that elicited a nod of agreement from the elder gargoyle. He then turned and smiled softly to Elisa. "Besides, someone has to help watch over the city while we sleep, and I wouldn't want to take you away from that task. You protect it by day...while we protect it by night."

Elisa smiled back, and stood by as Goliath, Hudson, Broadway and Bronx assumed their typical resting postures. "Goliath...let me know if they don't return tonight. Then, I'll help you search for them."

Goliath nodded in response. "Very well. I'll give them until one hour after sunset. If they haven't returned by then, I'll inform you, and you can help us search." Almost on cue, the first rays of sunlight pierced the horizon. Within seconds, all four present gargoyles were encased in stone, sleeping for the day.

Elisa turned to watch the sunrise for a moment, then sighed. "I hope you guys ARE somewhere safe..." She then turned to depart the clock tower and head to work.

Near the Hudson River stood an abandoned building, derelict, run down, heavily boarded up and inaccessible to people. Sunlight streamed in brightly through several windows on the top floor, many of them broken. The new daylight flooded into a large, empty, dirty room, and down a hallway lined with several doors. Partway down the hall sat two motionless stone figures...Brooklyn and Lexington, the smaller gargoyle with his head between the legs of the larger gargoyle, their intimate moment frozen in time by the unexpected arrival of stone sleep. Eventually, come nightfall, they will awaken again, at which point they will have to abort their interrupted intimacy, quickly clean themselves of the remaining evidence from their lust-filled night, return to the clock tower, likely endure a scolding from Goliath, then resume patrolling the city they vowed to help protect...

...all the while looking forward to the next opportunity they would hopefully get to be alone and have some more fun.

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