Lemony Snippits
#5 of Nicobay Commissions
Legal Stuff: Characters are (c) to their respective owners. Have fun reading it.
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Legal Stuff: Characters are (c) to their respective owners. Have fun reading it.
Other stuff: It's a collection of short stories I call snippits, basically a short story based around a picture. Nothing too big, just some fun.
Littlefoot rolled his eyes as he walked along behind Shorty. The other Long-neck was several feet ahead, forging his way through the underbrush, "You know, you guys get all soft here in this valley. Should come out and travel a bit with Brom and me. Can learn so much more out there, see so many more things." Shorty charged ahead a few feet before jumping up onto a rock. Littlefoot watched as the green-colored male hopped to a log, balancing as he strolled. "There are so many more adventures out there than you could even begin to imagine!" Since they'd started walking, looking for some adventure, Shorty had yet to shut up.
Stopping at the foot of the log, Littlefoot watched his adopted brother; "Yeah, well we get into plenty of adventures here, and there is a lot to learn too. Not to mention the very dangerous sharpteeth that keep trying to eat us." Shorty let out a snort, "Yeah, one old Sharp-tooth and two biters. I once watched Brom drive off a whole back of sharpteeth by himself. It was incredible!" Littlefoot felt his heart sink a little. As much as he loved the valley, he really did want to see his father be a hero like that. He'd heard a lot of stories about his father. Jumping down, Shorty held his head up high. "You should have seen it, it was so incredible one of the herd's female's invited Brom off to reenact the fight."
Littlefoot's face screwed up in confusion, "They were re-creating the fight?" He turned to watch as Shorty began down the path again. "Yeah, what else would they be doing? There was a lot of screaming and yelling coming from where they went. The others said they were wrestling, and they certainly looked tired when they came back." The Long-neck had started to follow his brother again when he stumbled for a step. Shorty looked back, "Getting tired back there?" "No, I'm alright." He looked at the other male, dumbfounded. Could it be that, while out on those grand adventures, Shorty hadn't learned about some of the fun that lay so close to home? If so, maybe living in the relative safety of the valley wasn't that bad of a thing.
He cleared his throat, "So you think you're getting stronger out there in the Great Beyond?" Shorty turned to face him, squaring his feet and puffing out his chest; "Wanna try me, Little brother?" Littlefoot looked over Shorty quickly. Granted, the younger male did look like he had gotten stronger since his last visit. He might even be able to take Littlefoot in a play fight. Littlefoot smiled, "Sure, but we're going to play by some special rules that Ducky's Mom taught me." The green male barked a laugh, "Figures we'd be playing by a girl's rules. Alright then, what are the rules?" Littlefoot waved his foreleg, "Turn around and hold still. The object is to stay as quiet as possible. Each time I get you to make a noise, you lose a point. If you yell, that's worth five points."
Shorty looked confused for a moment, "Sounds like a stupid game, just as I thought." He turned to face away from Littlefoot, lifting his head proudly. "So when do I take my turn, or is it like this other game I played?" As the other male droned on, Littlefoot moved up behind him. Dropping his head under Shorty's tail, he tilted his head to the side and licked over his adopted brother's tailhole. "So how long until staAAaart..." His voice rose in pitch suddenly at the feeling of the tongue probing his back door.
"We swap turned when you're finished, and that's one point," Littlefoot proclaimed from under the other male's tail. Moving in closer, he pushed Shorty's tail aside with his cheek. Shorty turned his head with a huff, "That's no fair, I wasn't readieeeee!" he was cut off by another moan as Littlefoot pressed his tongue against that clean anal bud, swirling it slowly. Pulling his tongue away, the male grinned, "That's two, should I keep going or are you going to forfeit?" The emerald male grumbled, bracing his feet and hiking his tail up, "You'll never beat me, Little brother."
Grinning at how clever he had been, Littlefoot moved his head in closer. Shorty's musk invaded his nose, drawing a soft moan from his throat. Pressing his tongue against the Long-neck's tailhole again, he ran his muscle in slow circles. The ring clenched, resisting any intrusion. He wasn't going to back down, not when there was something he was better at than the cocky male. Gently probing and rubbing, he continued to apply pressure. Shorty's muscles rippled as he bit back a soft moan. "F-feels odd, but in a good way..." his voice trailed off as Littlefoot abandoned giving his rear attention for a moment.
Lowering his head, the Long-neck swept his tongue over the other male's bulging slit. He licked up along one side before moving down the other. Littlefoot rubbed his forehead against his brother's body, feeling the male's testes through the other Long-neck's hide. Shorty shivered at the new sensations, hiking his rear up higher to give Littlefoot greater access. His tongue slipped up the male's slit, pressing in a little and brushing over Shorty's growing erection. Angling his head in, he pressed his mouth against the puffy mound. His tongue slipped in deeper, tasting the musty interior of the Long-neck's cavity. He swirled his tongue around, teasing the erecting shaft before gently popping it out of the male's body.
Leaving it alone for a moment, he returned his attention to that tight asshole. It was just begging to be played with. Littlefoot pressed his lips against Shorty's rear, tongue bearing down on the pucker. The muscles resisted a few moments before relenting. Once his tongue gained entrance, he moved a bit closer. Rubbing his muzzle against the leathery hide, he let his tongue dance against the inner walls. Shorty was clean, something he was immensely thankful for. Easing his tongue deeper, he remembered everything that he had been told. Even though Topsy was never keen on the idea of so much rampant sex going on in the valley, the other adults didn't seem to mind. Every so often one of the grown-ups would take them aside and give them a bit of a lesson. This subject had definitely been one of the more unusual ones.
Shorty shuffled his feet, biting his lip to keep from moaning as his rear was invaded. It was easily the strangest thing he'd ever felt in his life. Dropping his front towards the ground, he spread his hind legs and arched his back up to further expose his rear. His adopted brother began to move his tongue in and out of his rear. Shorty clenched his teeth, willing himself not to moan at the delicious pleasure of it all. He shifted from foot to foot, his penis starting to ache now.
Littlefoot felt a clench around his tongue, pushing at the invader some. If the other Long-neck was anything like him, then he knew how hard this would make Shorty. A grin spread across his face as he pulled his tongue back out of the rear. Working some more saliva into his mouth. He curled his tongue, he pressed the much wetter muscle against the bud before penetrating again. Gaining entrance much easier this time, he worked his tongue in deep, flexing and curling it. He could feel Shorty's heart race, muscles pulsing with each beat of his heart. He smiled to himself and pressed his tongue against Shorty's anal walls. Probing gently with his tongue, he finally found what he was looking for and pressed against the swollen gland.
A sharp squeak and a jerk made his grin widen. His tongue rubbed around that spot slowly and pushed against it some. Each time he applied any sort of pressure to it, Shorty with utter another noise and his ass would tighten for a moment. Part of him wanted rub and play with that area until his brother spouted. Littlefoot sighed, reminding himself that he had something far better planned. Pulling his head back, he slurped his tongue into his mouth. Shorty looked back at him, straightening some. "Y-you done already?"
He could hear the note of worry, of wonton need, in the Long-neck's voice. "Nope, just increasing the difficulty. I like to call this part of the game Sharp-tooth." Shorty started to straighten up as Littlefoot lowered his head down. "Why do you call it.... Oooo," he trailed off into a moan as Littlefoot's licked him. Starting at the Long-neck's base, he ran his tongue around Shorty's root for a second, sweeping it back and forth. He moved his body some, moving his head to reach more of the rock hard pole.
As he swept his tongue from side to side, he took a moment to look at Shorty's cock. He didn't have the length that Littlefoot sported, but he might just have more girth. Looking at it made him start to salivate, time to wrap this up it seemed. "Now this is going to feel really good in a second." Littlefoot pressed his tongue against the underside of the throbbing member. In a quick lick, he ran his tongue along Shorty's length. By the time his tongue reached the tip of the spear, it was literally dripping precum. Extending his tongue as far as he could, Littlefoot wrapped the muscle just behind Shorty's head then pulled him into his mouth.
The Long-neck's cock twisted under his coaxing, resisting some due to how worked up his brother was. All it took was a little coaxing to pull the tip into his mouth. Littlefoot pursed his lips around the shaft, using his tongue to coat it liberally with his drool as he took it into his maw then throat. Breathing through his nose, he swallowed around the cock, taking Shorty all the way to the root before he pulled back. The length strained against his mouth, trying to flip back around. Littlefoot kept his hold on it gentle, but firm enough so it didn't escape him.
All thoughts of the game left Shorty's head as his cock was engulfed. His head was swirling with pleasures he had never even dreamt of before. The way Littlefoot's tongue caressed his dick, the squeezing of his brother's throat, and even the feeling of those blunt teeth pressing over his flesh. He let out a whimper and shuffled from one foot to the other as his gut tightened. It didn't take more than a few seconds for the worked up Long-neck to reach his finish. Tossing his head up, he let out a cry of "Aaaa oooooohh..." as he came hard. His seed shot from his tip, pleasure mixing with a touch of pain as his first orgasm shot through his body.
Littlefoot smirked at Shorty as he felt his brother start to cum. Sliding back about halfway, he let the cock tense and release, spraying it's seed deep into his mouth. He closed his eyes some in pleasure, savoring the taste of the sweet cream. He collected a healthy mouthful before pulling back, letting the cock fall from his mouth. It swung around, slapping against the Long-neck's belly, spraying a couple spurts of his seed across the grass. Holding the treat in his mouth, Littlefoot turned around to face Shorty. His brother looked at him with glazed eyes, panting heavily.
He turned his head to the side and leaned in, pressing his lips to his brother's panting muzzle. Shorty looked shocked at the sudden kiss, his eyes growing wider as Littlefoot used his tongue to press some of the life essence into his mouth. Littlefoot used his tongue to snowball some of the cum over, his muscle rubbing against Shorty's so that he'd get a good taste. The kiss lasted several seconds before Littlefoot broke it, their muzzles connected by a long strand of spit and spooge. It hung there for a second before snapping.
"What was that?" came the breathless question. Littlefoot smiled, "That was your cum. What I gave you is called a blow job." Tilting his head to the side, the Long-neck murred. "So what do you think of what I learn here now?" Shorty shivered as he remembered what it felt like to have that muzzle wrapped around his cock. "I take back everything I said. Do you have anything else you can show me?" His adopted brother ginned, "I have plenty I can show you, but first you have to repeat after me. 'Littlefoot, I am your bitch, please rut me like the whore I am." Shorty wrinkled his muzzle, not sure what some of those words meant. "Littlefoot, I am your bitch, please rut me like the whore I am?" Littlefoot shook his head, "No, louder and with more feeling." Rolling his eyes, the green male huffed, "Littlefoot! I am your bitch, please rut me like the whore I am!"
Littlefoot was literally purring, "Very good. Now let me show you something my Grandpa taught me." After being caught with Cera some, at Topsy's insistence, Grandpa had gotten Littlefoot and Spike and taught them some about homosexual relations. He moved around behind his brother, using his body to nudge aside the other Long-neck's tail. "And keep repeating what I said whenever you want." Placing his forelimbs on Shorty's back, he lifted himself up. "Now this will feel even weirder, and it will hurt some at first. But believe me, it'll feel god."
Pushing forward, he let his cock tap against the still-glistening tailhole before pushing forward. Shorty gasped at the intrusion, but cried out. "I'm your bitch, rut me like a whore, Brother!" Littlefoot moaned as the incredibly tight ass stretched around his cock, the ring clenching around his length. It had been a while since he'd taken an ass this tight. The ring fought his penetration, clenching hard around his pole as he drove fully half of his length into the waiting rear. With equal parts of his shaft inside and out, he paused for a moment to let the male adjust.
Shorty's breath caught in his throat as he stood there, body shivering at the strange fullness inside his body. He moved a little, trying to adjust for the constant weight against his hips. He found that if he lowered his front down, it made it a bit easier to cope with. As he dropped his chest some, Littlefoot pulled back, making him groan as his eyes drifted closed. A sudden thrust made him cry out as he was stretched again. His length was starting to firm up again, this strange experience sending waves of fresh arousal through him. The male over him gave a wiggle and pushed harder, burying his tree up to the root. Shorty let his mouth hang open as he panted, head swimming from the new sensation. He was completely certain that nothing would ever feel as good as this. It as like his adopted brother's penis was made for filling his rump.
Grandpa waded through the cool water of the lake, letting it soak into his tired bones. A loud noise caught his attention, a shrill squeal echoing through the valley. Turning his head, he smiled when he saw an orange body splash into the water. Cera surfaced a moment later, spitting out water and spluttering. He looked at the rocks above her and saw his grandson, Littlefoot, and Spike up there, laughing. Littlefoot took a few steps back before launching himself off the rock to land in the water with a loud splash. Evidently the brave little Three-horn hadn't been fast enough in gathering her courage to jump.
The old Long-neck turned his head as he felt someone moving towards him. His mate smiled at him before looking at the younger dinosaurs as they played. "It is so very nice to hear the valley echo with laughter, isn't it?" He nodded slowly, "Yes, if only the price wasn't so high." She looked over at him, her eyes holding the sadness his voice carried. Instead of telling her mate that he could just not do it, that he could stand up to Redclaw, she leaned in to nuzzle his neck. "You have always been so strong for the valley, giving up so much to keep us safe." He leaned into the nuzzling, twining his tail around hers. Her throat vibrated against his neck, "It's tonight, isn't it?" He nodded, but said nothing as the old female let out a gentle sigh.
Her voice took on a gentle rumble, "Come, my old bull. Why don't we have some private time before you have to pay the toll tonight?" Wading through the water, she let her flank and tail rub against his body as she headed towards some of the trees. Grandpa gave a slight smile as he followed his cow, shoving his body through the water to bump against her rear.
Later that night, the older male looked around the clearing that served his family as a home. His mate was curled against his side, breathing easily. He had only gotten a short nap before waking up, since they had only finished their love making a short while ago. Looking around the clearing, he saw that Littlefoot wasn't there. Lowering his head, the male took a whiff of the younger Long-neck's nest, smiling when he caught the scent of arousal there. Likely the young adult had woken up with urges that needed to be tended to. It had been a bit of a shock the first time they discovered that the younger generation was sating their needs, but he had never had a problem with it. Especially seeing as how his Grandson had lain not only with those his age, but with several of the older females as well.
He felt his chest swell with pride before his eyes looked up towards the sky. The full moon shone though the clouds for a moment, reminding him of his task. Grandpa took a breath before rolling onto his belly. The Long-neck lifted his rear, sliding his feet under him. With a jerk, he stood up fully before starting to move quietly out of the clearing. He felt almost like a wraith as he moved through the slumbering valley. In the distance, he could hear faint noises, experience letting him know all too well what they were. He chuckled again and shook his head.
It took the older male a while to reach the assigned meeting spot. The moon was high over head when he walked into the barren area, the clouds having vanished some time ago. His great heart pounded in his chest. How many times had he come to this very spot to fulfill his end of the bargain. A bargain which had largely kept the valley save from the sharpteeth that hunted right outside it's borders. Although lately, Redclaw and his biters had been venturing further into the valley, harassing the residents. It seemed that the deal would have to be remade to keep the eater out.
The Sharp-tooth was waiting in the center of the clearing, eyes scanning the treeline. Redclaw was in profile to the older Long-neck, his dark erection already standing firm from his slit. Grandpa's heart pounded up into his throat when he saw that length, his tailhole aching as he thought of the countless times it had been crammed inside him. Despite his apprehension, he felt his own slit swell with excitement. He swallowed and stepped out into the clearing slowly, walking towards the other male. Redclaw turned his head and sneered at the Long-neck with a growl.
Turning towards the older, larger, male he grunted; "You are late." His erection bobbed up and down as he straightened his body up some, making himself look larger. Grandpa bowed his head a little before replying in the same, snarling and hissing language of the sharpteeth. "My old bones do not carry me as fast as they used to. He stopped a short distance from the dangerous male, watching Redclaw. "You have been breaking out agreement. My Grandson and his friends keep telling me about you and your lackeys trying to attack them." The other male yawned, "Of course I am, as you said yourself you are growing old. Your flesh is less appealing to me now than it was when we made the deal. Speaking of which..." his eyes narrowed as he looked at the Long-neck.
Resigned, Grandpa lowed himself down to his front knees. A groan came from his mouth as his body protested the motion until he finally settled down onto his side, half-laying there. Swinging his head around, he rubbed his forehead against the Sharp-tooth's belly before sniffing his cock. The meat eater's scent was much stronger, it's musk invading his nose and burning at his nostrils. Opening his mouth slowly, the Long-neck ran his tongue over the pointed length, sliding over it slowly. He played with the ridges that ran along much of the male's length before coming back up to the tip and circling it slowly. As he licked over the length, he felt his own manhood firm up. Despite how degrading this might be, he could not help but grow excited.
The Sharp-tooth groaned as he felt his cock being tended to. He reached down and ran his hand over his man-whore's neck. "You might be getting old, but there are certainly others that can take your place." A shiver raced up his spine as his tip was toyed with, precum beading on him. The elder lapped it up quickly, sliding his mouth over the first couple inches. "Mm, but where would I get someone as trained as you?"
Grandpa stayed silent as he curled his tongue around that pointed tip. Using his tongue, he guided the cock up into his mouth. Sealing his lips around the pole, he began to move his head up and down slowly. Redclaw moaned in pure lust as his hips trembled, feeling the control he had over the male. "Your Grandson, whore. Start to train him, and once he has gained some size, he will take your place." Grandpa felt his cheeks flush with anger, the thought of Littlefoot being made to degrade himself like this every time the moon shone full was unimaginable. The rex breathed out a sigh of pleasure as Grandpa pushed his tongue up against the cock, rubbing it over his worn teeth. "Oh but that will be many seasons off."
Arching his body forward, he slipped every inch of his length into the waiting mouth. Grandpa obliged the Sharp-tooth, negating his age with experience. Twisting his head a little, he opened his mouth wider. The cock slipped into his throat and was squeezed by the wet muscles. Pulling his head back, he rubbed his tongue around the tip, savoring the salty essence of the other male before pushing back down. His soft, wet lips easily slid over Red's shaft as he bobbed his head. Moonlight glistened off the cock as the more dominate male leaned back some more, pumping his hips.
Redclaw growled, "Errf, I have an idea. That proud old Three-horn, I want him to service me." The rex shivered as he began to pump his hips faster against the sucking maw. Grandpa held still as the male's leathery hide slapped against his face. More of that musky precum began to flow from his tip as the male's body tensed. The Long-neck had been doing this long enough that he knew exactly what was about to happen. "Yessss!" hissed the predator as his hips shoved forward. Grandpa closed his eyes, cupping the underside of the pulsing cock as streams of spunk were fired deep into his mouth. He got a brief taste of the essence before swallowing it, savoring the bitter taste.
The Sharp-tooth pulled out slowly, dragging his cock over the Long-neck's tongue. "Mmm, yess. I think that will do nicely. Have that Three-horn cowed and moaning under me, all to protect his precious valley." He moved around behind the reclining male, claws trailing over the wrinkled hide as he stepped over the massive tail. Grandpa knew what was coming and lifted the limb up, pressing it against the predator's chest, revealing his pucker to the hunter.
Without any prelude, Redclaw pushed his body forward, cramming his prepared cock up under the other male's tail. Grandpa gasped as his muscled ring was spread open, anal passage stretched by the thick pole. Aside from a few other longnecks when he was younger, Redclaw was the only male that made use of his rear. Pawing at the ground he moaned, feeling his own length dripping precum onto his hide. The Sharp-tooth's claws dug into the ground as he put those mighty legs into it, hammering deep into the male. Grandpa gasped at the force, not having felt the other male like this since ages long past.
So great was the hunter's force, the Long-neck actually felt his rear lift and shift some, body grinding into the grass. Lusty grunts began to force their way from his throat as he turned to look at the male. Redclaw's eyes shone with feral desire as he grunted. Thick strands of saliva drooled from the Sharp-tooth's jaws as his maw hung open. Hot, thick slobber dropped to his hide as claws scratched at his tail. Grandpa couldn't help but whimper as his rear was lifted up more, hips twisting around. His length slipped off his thigh, leaving a trail of hot precum on his flesh before it dropped to touch the cool grass. Each thrust made him rock and push against the ground, body heaving as he panted.
Redclaw looked down at the older male, watching how he prostrated himself in front of the Sharp-tooth's might. Years ago it would have made his chest swell with pride. Now, this male had been broken so very long ago. There was little real excitement to be found here. Little beyond the physical pleasures that the elder male could provide. Truthfully, he had been growing rather bored with the bargain they had struck so long ago. Every time the moon was full, the male would come here and willingly accept what was coming to him. The defiant spark had long since left his eyes and the male, it became just an outlet for his lusts.
But now there was something new. He had stuffed his cock under that Three-horn's tail before, but always when the male was trapped or incapable of fighting back easily. Now, he was going to talk that very male, the one who had so proudly defied him so many times, into lifting his tail willingly. It made his blood sing and his loins burn with need. Snarling, he dug his claws into the withered flesh as he fucked the ass faster. Red pushed against the ground, his foot claws digging into the soft soil and gouging the earth. The scent of torn grass and upturned earth, mixed with the tang of blood and the scent of sex.
His cock dug deep into the waiting ass as he fucked it raw, his cock stabbing and grinding against the male's engorged prostate. Each stab coaxed another grunt from the larger male. Each grunt began to grow higher pitched, need flavoring the noises. Tossing his head back, Red took a deep whiff of the air as he hissed.
Grandpa was starting to whimper with each thrust, his ass pounding from the rough treatment it was getting. He groaned, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to ignore the pain. By now his length was painfully hard, blood pounding through his flesh as ecstasy shot up his spine with each hard shove under his rear. Red's thrusts were making his rear clench and tighten down as that cock stabbed into the gland in his rear. The Long-neck's breathing deepened as his cock began to tense, slapping against his thigh and leaving thick strands of precum on the grass.
Redclaw finished first, pressing his slit against the male's rear as he roared. Grandpa huffed, pawing at the ground as he felt that cock spurting in his ass. His own length was throbbing, begging for it's own finish. Resisting the urge to move and seek his finish, the Long-neck opened his eyes slowly and looked at the Sharp-tooth. The male slipped off him mere seconds after his finish, his spear falling out of the marked ass. "Tomorrow night, make sure that Three-horn is here. If he isn't then by morning the entire valley will be a killing ground." Leaning his head down, he clamped his jaws on the elder's haunch hard enough to break the male's thick hide. With that last act of dominance, Red turned and stalked off into the dark.
Grandpa huffed and watched the other male go, blinking slowly. How would he convince Topsy to come out here and submit to the larger male? How would he keep the more aggressive Three-horn from fighting? With a sigh he turned his head around, looking at his own groin. Even in the moonlight, he could see his internal balls had swollen with need, their shape pressing against his flesh. His eyes closed as he lowered his head down, taking his length into his own muzzle. In his youth, he would be able to take his entire length, but he had long lost that degree of flexibility. Now, he could only fit his tip into his mouth, but that was enough.
Rocking his hips slowly, the male let his tongue dance and play over his tip and a few inches. He wouldn't have to do much, he knew better than any, save his mate, how to bring himself to climax. Bringing his tail around, he rubbed the tip around his battered rear before pushing it in slowly. He could feel the rex's lifewater squish around his limb as he pushed it in. Using just the tip, he rubbed against that gland deep inside of him. Pawing the ground, he groaned against his own cock, eyes clenching tight as he felt his ass start to tighten around his tail. His hips started to pump against his own maw faster, legs pawing at the ground and seeking purchase.
His length sprayed his seed across his tongue, the Long-neck eagerly swallowing down his own sweeter essence. A second after the first spray shot into his mouth, he pulled his tail out. His pleasure shot higher as his ass tightened on nothing. Murring around his pole, the male coaxed out every last drop of lust that had been building since he came here.
After a long time, he pulled his head away from his softening length. The male had to rest for a moment before he stood, old bones creaking in protest. Looking at the sky, he knew that he could get back to the lake before anyone else was up. A nice soak would go a long way to soothe his aching body. He could take things from there later.
Topsy growled as he stalked back and forth through the clearing. He lowered his head and charged at a log. He slammed into it hard enough to lift the massive old trunk off the ground and move it several feet before it crashed to the ground. "Motherless Sharp-tooth thinks he can waltz in here and demand such things!" Grandpa watched the Three-horn storm around the clearing, "Keep your voice down, Topsy! I do no want any of the young to hear about this."
When the older male spoke, the bull spun to face him, pawing at the ground and snorting. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just go there tonight and fight him!" The Long-neck sighed, "Because even if you do defeat him, it might gain us a temporary reprieve. Then what? After word spreads that the great Redclaw has been beaten, others will come to challenge him. And when someone wins, then they will claim the valley as their own." He moved towards the younger adult, "What of during that chaos? How many sharpteeth will enter the valley while Redclaw is recovering, or battling a challenge? What of when he recovers from your fight with him?" The older male let out a soft sigh; "Do you think he would stop at what he has been doing. Simply little annoyances until he's driven away or leaves on his own?"
Topsy felt a lump settle into his gut. Shaking his head, he opened his mouth to say something but was cut short by the Long-neck. "Let me finish!" snapped Grandpa. The older male let out a sigh that carried the weight of so many years. "Thus far he has done little more than humiliate and annoy, causing little real harm. I have no doubt that if you attack him tonight, he will strike back and he will not stop until both loin and belly are sated." For a long moment, the bull was silent, pawing at the grass. "Tell me what to do then."
Grandpa leaned his head down to nuzzle into Topsy's neck, "No matter what happens tonight, remember who and what you are doing this for." Lifting his head, the larger male approached Topsy. "First, he might command you to give him oral attention." The Long-neck snarled out a string of words, translating each one. Already, his slit was swelling with arousal. Being much closer to the ground, Topsy noticed this within seconds.
"So if he asks for," the Three-horn tried to speak in the snarling tongue; "I should do this?" Tilting his head to the side, he rubbed his cheek against the Long-neck's belly before sliding his tongue out to lick at that bulging slit. Leaning his head back, the Long-neck felt his cock drop from his slit quickly, "Close, but it's actually one of these words." He grunted several of the terms again, taking a moment to say each clearly.
Topsy was only half-listening to the words as his tongue flicked around the male's tip. He didn't mind doing this to the valley's elder, he had discovered these pleasures some time ago. Tria even encouraged him to seek out pleasures with other males, both to give her a rest and to help him relax some. His mate had been right, since he'd been doing this, he had found himself slower to anger. Regardless of how good it felt to play with other males, he just couldn't imagine himself enjoying the coming evening.
Putting those thoughts aside, he opened his mouth wider and pushed his head over the semi-erect length. Using his tongue, he coaxed it further into his mouth. He could feel the male start to breath heavier as his length responded to the licking. Squeezing his mouth gently around the flesh, he slipped his tongue back and forth across the flesh, savoring the musky flavor. Topsy took a breath before pushing his head further down the flesh. The cock crowded in his mouth, straining against his throat. He fought the gag reflex for a second before having to pull back with a gasp and a cough. The hard cock stood in front of him, the first quarter glistening with his spit.
Before he could move in to wrap his maw back around the cock, the older male pulled away. Topsy's heart gave a flutter, knowing what was coming next. Turning, he hiked his tail up and to the side, waiting for the Long-neck. "Pretty eager, just make sure you don't act like this for Redclaw. He likes a bit of resistance." The Three-horn's cheeks flushed as he grumbled, "Not that eager for it, you old fool. Just wanting to get it over with." There was little to hide his own arousal though. Topsy's cock was fully erect, the tip dragging against the cool grass. Grandpa chuckled, but didn't say anything else about it. Instead he hissed out a few words then translated, "That means turn around and lift your tail. Which I'm sure you could guess."
The Three-horn bull fit easily under the Long-neck, but the older male had a trick up his sleeve. His knees creaked as he bent them, leaning down to put some weight on Topsy's back. The bull grunted as his hips were gripped, that thick cock lining up with his ass and jabbing. Grandpa lifted one foot up and pushed forward, plunging his thick cock in hard. A gasp erupted from the proud bull as his ass was spread so quickly. With one leg up in the air, the Long-neck rocked his body backwards before ramming forward, spearing deeper. Balancing himself on one hind leg and the bull's back, he began to slam his body hard against the other male.
Topsy threw his head back, letting out a deep, lusty bellow as he was rutted. He wasn't sure why the Long-neck was taking him like this, he'd never been this forceful before. It felt good though, pleasure spiking and mixing with the pain of his ass being stuffed so much each with each thrust. He had to lock his knees to hold up the larger male. The angle he was being fucked at was simply perfect. That tree that the Long-neck had ground and shoved against his prostate with each thrust Gritting his teeth, the Three-horn dropped his head down, uttering another moan. His groin began to ache, each thrust making his muscles jerk. His cock slapped against his belly with a wet noise, his precum-soaked tip slapping his gut then dropping again.
Topsy let out a low whimper and nuzzled into the grass, eyes gaining a far away look as his body tensed up. Before he could even try to resist, he felt his ass clench down around the invader as his cock jerked up against his belly. Warm cum splattered across his chest and the ground, staining Topsy with his musky spunk. Grandpa tilted his head back and began to hiss in the Sharp-tooth's tongue. "Great and mighty bull, driven to this state soon after I get started?" Dropping his leg back to the ground, he straightened enough to support himself with all four legs again. He continued to drive deep into the flexing ass, driving the Three-horn further into the clutches of his climatic pleasures. The male under him dropped his chest to the ground and shuffled backwards to try and get the Long-neck's dick deeper inside of him. "So eager to be fucked and filled, I almost don't recognize you when you get all whorish."
Stretching his front legs out, he began to rock back and forth. He closed his eyes most of the way, savoring the feeling of those powerful ass muscles clenching around his length. Topsy's head was craned up as he shoved his chest against the ground, trying to get more of the Long-neck into his rear. By now his back feet were off the ground as he angled himself up to try and take every inch. "Eager little cockwhore, begging to get all of me." It took a little work, the Long-neck having to crouch some and push his body forward some more, but he managed to sheath himself fully inside of his slutty Three-horn.
Grandpa lifted his body up and pushed back down, slamming straight down into Topsy. He growled and grunted, the male starting to wheeze as he felt his own balls start to tighten up. Taking a breath, he pushed himself away from the finish, "Let me show you how a real male does this." He continued to grunt and snarl in the predator's tongue as he drove deep into the male.
Topsy squirmed as his ass was pounded harder. It was like the Long-neck was trying to drive him right into the earth itself. Closing his eyes, he huffed and panted with a wanton desire. The Long-neck only spoke a few words that he recognize, but he didn't know what any of them meant. Although he had a fairly good idea of what was being said about him, and it was true. Even now his cock was throbbing again, dripping fluids over his cum-stained chest. Shutting his eyes tightly, he let out a deep whine and stretched his head, feeling his front legs starting to wobble from the effort of holding himself up in such an odd pose. A low, weary grunt broke free of his throat when his ass began to clench again. His aching balls tensed and released, watery cum spurting over his belly once more.
The Long-neck felt that ass clenching around his length and pushed harder. Leaning his head back, he let out several deep grunts, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted with the effort of the continued rutting. If only he were younger he could go on for hours, show off exactly what he was capable of. His mind still said he could do it, which is what he had been driving towards. But his body was disagreeing. Already his joints were starting to scream in protest and he was feeling his head start to grow light. With a sigh, he abandoned his need to push the bull through even further sex.
Grandpa tossed his head back and bit his lip to keep from bellowing as he began to cum hard. Even though his joints might be complaining from age, he showed that some of his body was aging well. The bull's massive testicles fired one shot after another of his thick seed deep into Topsy's ass. Gritting his teeth, Grandpa stepped back slowly, pulling Topsy back. The Three-horn's exhausted body toppled to the earth, pressing his chest to the churned up ground. The elder's cock popped out of the tight rear with a wet noise, spraying more of his life essence over the stubborn male's rear.
Looking down at Topsy, the male gave a smile as he panted, trying to catch his breath. There was a smile on the Three-horn's muzzle. "Showing your true colors?" he asked in their native tongue. Topsy blushed and turned his head away as he stood up on wobbly legs. "Nothing of the short, old man." He turned his head to look at the cum as a bit ran down his thigh. Topsy shivered at the warmth that soaked both his ass and his back. "Should go clean up before anyone catches scent of this." Lifting his head up, he strolled off towards the lake. He tried to look like a proud, stubborn bull, but it was rather hard to do when he was covered in that much seed. Chuckling, the Long-neck began to follow, knowing that a long soak was in order.
Screech crashed through the brush, hissing as he rolled. Thud followed behind, leaping towards him. The biter managed to roll as the other male came down, those dangerous clawed feet missing him. He got his feet under him, but didn't stand. Instead he kicked forward with one foot, letting the other dig into the soil. His body swung around, tail smacking into Thud's leg with a solid hit. The other biter yelped as his feet were knocked out from under him, falling to the ground.
While the other male was stunned, Screech lunged in quickly. Pressing his body on top of Thud's to keep away from those dangerous claws, he clamped his jaws around Thud's throat. The other male thrashed under him, but he held on, digging his claws into the ground. He could feel his partner's chest heaving under him as Thud fought to draw air. Screech could feel the male's pulse racing against his tongue. Licking over the biter's throat, he felt his body start to get excited as they struggled against each other. Thud's pants became shorter as he quickly ran out of air. Just before he passed out, the male fell back with a groan and wheezed, "I yield."
Pulling his maw away, he purred as he licked over the bite marks on his partner's throat. "Gave up pretty quick that time. Usually have to wait for you to pass out." Screech rocked his hips forward, grinding his swollen vent against Thud's, both males uttering a soft groan at the feel of their tender bits rubbing against each other. He stood up and watched as his partner rolled over, reaching up to stroke his neck. Thud grumbled, "Yeah, well let's just say I don't feel like waking up bound with vines again." He looked over at Screech, bright eyes belying his complaints. "So what do you want to do?" They played this game often, especially when they had some time to fool around. As eager as they were just to rut each other, there was something about playing a game of Dominate Male to really work them up.
Screech looked around the clearing, his hand reaching down to rub his lower belly as he thought. His eyes passed over a rock at first before darting back over. Tilting his head to the side, the biter walked over and nudged the rock some with a thoughtful noise. The rock was sticking out of the ground at an angle and the surface had been smoothed by the elements. "Come over here and lay down on this." Thud's muzzle crinkled in confusion as he walked over, pressing his chest to the rock. "No no, other way. On your back with your head down low." Thud blinked at him and frowned again before doing as Screech asked.
It took both of the biters to get Thud situated on the rock. His shoulders were pressed against the ground with his rear up in the air, tail draped over the rock. While helping his partner into position, Screech had snuck in a few gropes and a grabs here and there. By now his cock was fully erect, the length standing proud from his slit. The spear tip poked against his belly, curving back to his slit in a gentle arc. "Now what do you want me to do?" asked Thud. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Screech moved in quickly. In one motion, he knelt on the ground and pushed his cock into the open mouth.
Thud grunted at the sudden invasion, but closed his lips around the cock, running his tongue over it with a purr. Screech moaned at his friend and leaned in, sliding his tongue over Thud's groin. The male's cock made it's appearance within moments. The pointed tip slipped through the fleshy folds like a shark's fin through the waves. Before it could slip out on its own, Screech reached into the slit and gently fished it out. Bracing one hand on Thud's thigh, he began to rock his hips back and forth against the mouth. As he fucked his partner's face, he wrapped his own muzzle around the cock and slurped on it. Using his tongue, he squeezed around the organ and coaxed more blood to it. He could hear the other male whimper some around his cock and smirked.
He started to thrust down into Thud's mouth, his cock slipping across tongue and teeth. He was used to feeling those dangerously sharp objects against his length, and as long as neither of them bit down, the sensation was actually quite enjoyable. Wrapping his tongue around the tip of the cock, he pulled back and nibbled lightly at the flesh. His hand wrapped around the base, squeezing and pulling at it. Thud writhed against the rock, held in place thanks to Screech's body. After just a second, Screech moved his hand from the base of the cock to rest on his partner's thigh.
Tightening his grip a little, he pushed his whole body forward into a thrust. His chest slapped against Thud's belly as his cock slipped deep into that sucking maw. With a delighted moan, he pushed his head down, twisting it slightly to let his teeth graze against the tender flesh. Screech rocked his hips back, letting the biter take a gasp of air before he plunged forward again. His long flesh pushed deep into the male's mouth, tip poking at his throat. At the same moment he drove his length forward, the male pulled his head back. Running his tongue over the waiting tip, he tasted a bit of pre-cum from his partner. Hissing, he began to pump his body in a nice rythym, body slapping against the pinned male. In went his cock, back went his head. Tease for a second then take the full length of the member in as he pulled back.
Thud groaned as he lay on the ground, panting around the rock hard shaft that was pumping in and out of his muzzle. The biter let out a groan and arched his body up, feeling the blood rushing to his head the longer he lay there. Already his brain was starting to swim from the odd position. He could feel drool start to run down his cheeks as he panted. Thud pushed his tongue against the cock, muscles clenching as it was forced into his throat.
Screech grinned, shifting his head away from the cock. He didn't release it until his thrusts made the length fall from his mouth. Instead of moving to retrieve it, he turned his attention elsewhere. Pulling on his partner's thighs, he angled Thud's groin forward some. Running his tongue around the biter's anal pucker, he purred and rimmed him nice and slow for a moment. A whimper from below let him know that the male was definitely enjoying this. He let out a hiss, the noise expressing dominance and pleasure. Closing his mouth, Screech worked up some spit before releasing it onto his partner's rear. Using his tongue, he worked the salvia around the pucker for a second before pulling away.
He sat back onto his haunches and reached a hand down to stroke over Thud's cheek. "You're playing your role of cocksucker so well I almost don't want to pull out." His lips parted as he let out a deeper hiss, the noise rattling up his throat. "But I have other plans." Rocking back onto his feet, he shuddered as his cock slipped free of the mouth. Thud's head fell against the ground as he panted, cheeks glistening with his drool. Screech took his member in hand and slapped it against the prone male's chin. "Now, why don't we see if I can pull this off?"
Thud let out a questioning noise and tried to roll his head to watch as Screech lifted his head. Screech snarled and jammed his knee into the male's side. "Hold still!" Standing up, the male loomed over his partner, looking at how they were positioned. It only took a second before an idea came to him. Tossing a leg over his partner's, the biter kind of straddled Thud's crotch. He reached down and took his own cock, angling it downwards to line up with the waiting ass. He had to roll his hips some to get the angle right, but as soon as he pushed forward, the muscles in his groin relaxed, giving him some more angle to work with. Both of them had taken a cock up the ass plenty, so it didn't take too much to push his way in.
Planting a hand on the back of the rock, Screech held onto Thud's thigh with the other hand. He rolled his hips forward, letting the motion push his member deep into the waiting ass. The biter under him let out a low whimper as he huffed, hips twitching. Screech got in a few rolls before his tail pushed against the other male's cock. He grinned, rubbing his tail back and forth across that cock as he kept rocking and rolling. Thud let out a whine and bucked into the teasing tail. The male on top stopped as the cock pressed against the underside of his tail. "I wonder..."
His voice trailed off in thought as he rolled forward again. Leaning his body forward, he buried himself inside of Thud up to the very root of his cock. Reaching around behind him, he felt for the cock. Hiking his tail up, he lifted a foot up into the air and felt around for a moment. "Damn it, can't reach you. Grab your cock and line it up." Thud blinked lazily, but did as he was told, having to bend upwards just to grab his own length.
Clenching his teeth, he hissed as he tried to make his painfully erect length bend at the right angle to line up. "I don't think it's going to work, Screech;" he growled after a moment. With a hiss, the male reached back and found the length. Pulling upwards, he lifted his hips up some and pushed down as soon as he felt the tip against his ass. Thud yelped out as his cock was bent around like that, pointed in a pretty unnatural direction. Screech hissed as his own member was bent, but pressed onward.
Holding onto the rock with one hand, he tightened his grip on his partner's thigh. Screech rolled his hips back, pushing Thud deeper into his ass as his own length slipped out of the male's rump. Pushing forward, he slipped himself deeper inside of the waiting ass, the cock in his slipping free. Both males moaned out as the unusual position allowed them to fuck each other's tailhole.
Thud grabbed at the ground and huffed, trying to keep himself steady as his partner began to rock and buck his hips. Leaning his head forward, he nibbled at Screech's tail, licking over it. It didn't take long before his neck began to ache. Thud let his head fall back to the ground and huffed, narrowing his eyes. He tried to push his hips up against his partner, but couldn't quiet get the purchase to get a good buck in. The biter's tail slapped against the stone as he tried to push up harder, feeling his internal balls rubbing against Screech's. A shiver raced up his spine as he felt the ridges along his friend's member brush over his prostate, making his own cock jump and the ridges flare out.
Screech moaned at Thud, feeling him try to contribute to the rutting. He trembled as his partner's ridges flared out. They were about the same size, but Thud had much more pronouced ridges. They found simply divine inside of his ass. He began to move faster, trying to feel them even more.
Both males began to growl and snarl, gritting their teeth. Bodies slapped against each other as their pace became more and more lustful. Thud tried to push, feet kicking at the air and tail slamming against the ground. It was maddening and this pose made the blood continue to rush towards his head. His mind began to swim as he hissed through clenched teeth. The edges of his vision began to dim as he huffed, ridges flaring more as his arousal built up. As he began to slip from conciousness, he felt his inhibition begin to slip away. His hissing turned into a low whimper as his eyes rolled back in his head, mouth hanging open.
The whimper made Screech look back at his partner curiously. As he twisted his front around, he felt the male's rear clench down around his dick. No sooner had that rear clenched down around him, than he felt Thud begin to cum into his ass. "Finishing already?" growled the male as he shifted his body. Planting a foot on the rock, he pushed off of it, hands holding tight onto those toned thighs. Before Thud had even had a chance to finish, Screech felt the cock pop out of his ass, releasing a short burst of seed. Digging his feet into the ground, he pulled the biter's hips back into his body. Thud groaned as he was bent around, wiggling his body until he was able to lay with his chest on the ground.
Screech snarled, "Finishing pretty fast, aren't you?" His hips hammered against the male with solid swats. Still reeling from his finish, Thud tried to get his feet under his body so he could push up towards Screech's rutting form. There was no purpose in holding back, they both knew that. Screech had already proved his dominace in the fight and then again by making Thud pop first. Now it was simply to sate the need that had been building in his loins. "Say it, Thud!" came the snarled command.
A hot flush shot across Thud's cheeks as he hissed. His thighs burned from the constant pumping and he ass was aching. Regardless he lowered one hip, tucking his tail over Screech's thigh. Letting his lover move in closer, the biter barked. "Seed me, my Alpha!" His eyes shut tight as Screech's jaws clamped down around his neck. Claws scratched at his hide as the other male powered forward. The male's wet, hot breath puffed against his neck, each scratch sending a red hot jolt through him. A low hiss came from the biter as he jammed forward. Thud uttered a purr, his best imitation of a female's noise, as he felt that hot spunk jet against his inner walls.
Topsy felt a certain amount of nervousness as he approached the clearing the old Long-neck told him about. It was no secret that he held no love for any Sharp-tooth, much less Redclaw. Sure, the two younger ones that lived in the valley weren't that bad, for now. They all seemed to turn at some point, and even if they didn't, they still had to eat. That alone made them dangerous. His lip curled back into a sneer as he thought about what he was about to willingly go and do. Just thinking about it made another growl rattle up from his throat.
As he approached the clearing, he could see the Sharp-tooth already there, waiting on him. The moon was still bright, more than enough to show him that Redclaw was more than a little... eager. The Sharp-tooth was standing in profile to Topsy, his semi-erect length hanging under his body, partially in shadows. As the Three-horn moved through the brush, the predator turned his scarred face towards him and grinned, hissing at him. Redclaw turned towards him slowly, the hunter hissing out; "So you arrive? Come, proud male, make yourself female before me." Topsy wrinkled his muzzle at the Sharp-tooth's broken speech, but moved towards the other male. His head was held high and legs stiff as he carried himself with every ounce of his pride. Redclaw turned fully towards him, the male's exotic shaft lifting more as his arousal grew. "Coming calmly? Thought you maybe aggressive to me."
Topsy stopped short of the other male and looked up with a sneer. "Save the chit-chat, we both know why I'm here." Drool dripped along Redclaw's lips and jaw as he hissed, "Yess, save family, save valley. So noble reason to make yourself female to me." Leaning upwards, he hissed out one of the words that the older male had told him. Topsy looked at the male's soft underbelly and had to fight the urge to just charge forward and bury his horns into that soft underbelly.
With a growl, he stepped forward slowly and opened his mouth. Angling his head to the side, he got his dangerous horns out of the way as his tongue teased the tip. Redclaw's cock jerked at the touch, the predator's pungent scent filling his nose. With a sigh of resignation, Topsy pressed his head forward, sliding his muzzle down over the spire. Shuffling his body around, Topsy managed to turn his head so he could take the length deeper into his mouth, soft lips sliding over the shaft as his tongue pressed it against his flat teeth. Above him, the Sharp-tooth leaned back, clawed caressing his neck frill. The male groaned out the word for a blow-job again, "Better than your female, tongue work more than she."
Cera had been woken up when her father left the clearing, not like she could really sleep on a warm night like this. Deciding to see what he was up to this late, she had followed in behind the bull. She had almost followed him into the clearing, but stopped as soon as she saw who was waiting there. With wide eyes, she watched as her father approached the Sharp-tooth. Dropping onto her belly, the female had to cover her mouth up with her fore-limbs as she witnessed her daddy taking the other male's cock into his mouth.
As soon as he sorted out what the Sharp-tooth said, Topsy's cheek's flushed hot with embarrassment. The hands on his frill tightened as Redclaw pushed his hip forward with a groan. Topsy could only stand there as the cock slipped deeper into his mouth before invading his throat. His eyes went wide as he jerked his head, throat clenching in a gag. Redclaw pulled his hips back, tip just resting on the Three-horn's lips before driving back in. Topsy closed his eyes and tried to remain calm as the tip jabbed against his throat with each thrust. "Hold still, female, while I rut your face."
Topsy had to hold back another growl as that member pushed against his face. Thanks to the angle of his head, Redclaw was able to push that pole all the way in until it touched his nose. Wrinkling his muzzle, the bull shook his head, cheeks and tongue rubbing against the flesh as he struggled. A moan overhead made him blush more, letting him know that the predator was enjoying this. Thick, salty pre-cum coated his tongue as the male bred his face. He could only breath in when the Sharp-tooth pulled back, exhaling as the cock drove into his mouth. His lips fluttered around the cock, making a wet slapping noise. He could only stand there as he was fucked.
Redclaw moaned as his claws scratched at the male's frill. He couldn't believe how easily this proud bull had submitted to his dominance. At least the male hadn't submitted fully, he could still feel the Three-horn struggle under him. That fight, even as small as it was, sent a chill up his spine. Later on, maybe after asserting his dominance over the male for a while, he would engage in a mock-fight. Thinking about it made his cock firm up more, tip pressing against the bull's teeth. A shiver of pleasure raced up his spine as his tip rubbed across those blunted teeth.
Low grunts came from the Three-horn's mouth as he felt that cock pumping faster against his mouth. More of that strong, salty pre-cum was coating his tongue and making him swallow every few seconds. Each swallow coaxed more of the clear stuff from the hunter's length. He wondered how much longer Redclaw intended to keep rutting his face like this. His thought was answered when the large male pushed forward and uttered a low roar. As the sound echoed across the valley, he felt the length jump inside of his mouth. Thick strands of cum sprayed across his tongue, forcing him to swallow as his mouth was quickly filled to overflowing. The hot, rich cream leaked out of his lips and ran across his cheek to drip onto the ground.
The hips rocked against his face slowly as the Sharp-tooth emptied his load. Topsy held still, hoping that this would be enough to sate the aggressive male Pressing his tongue against the underside of the cock, he rubbed it back and forth slowly. Above him, Redclaw let out a gasp and jerked his hips as his climaxing pole was toyed with some more. Topsy had to wait a short while before the other male released his head and pulled back. "Good female, best in while." Drawing his hips back, the Sharp-tooth let the bull straighten his head before rocking his hips forward. His semi-erect cock rubbed across Topsy's face and up between his horns, leaving traces of his essence behind. Topsy looked up at the Sharp-tooth and grumbled, "Are we done here?"
Redclaw looked down at his personal toy and let out a noise that was a mix of a growl and a hum. "Eager to make gone, female?" His lips pulled back into a savage grin. "Hike fanny for me." Topsy let out a snort, looking up at the beast. He hesitated for several seconds before stepping his hind legs apart and moved his tail to the side. A low growl came from Redclaw's throat as his bull toy took so long to do as he asked. Moving around Topsy slowly, he suddenly turned as he reached the male's flank. Lunging forward, he slammed his knee right into the Three-horn's ribs, making the male stagger and gasp at the blow. "Do what are commanded haste, female!" Topsy turned his head and glared at him, growling. "Aggressive now? Know what happen if you combat me." For a moment, it looked like the bull would strike, but Topsy just turned his head away and grumbled. "Good, now keep making good act."
He moved around behind the bull quickly, using his body to force that thick tail aside. Topsy let out a grumble, "Your speech is terrible. My children can talk more clearly when they're still learning." Redclaw hissed at the Three-horn and used his body to force that tail higher. Reaching down, he lined his pointed spear up with the male's rear gate, "Yellow female daughter, am right? Her mouth good too, almost as good as father." Topsy had swung his head around to yell when Redclaw rammed his body forward. Whatever he was going to say was lost as he cried out from the sudden penetration. A moan came from the hunter as his eyes closed, savoring the feel of that tight ring clamping down around his cock.
Before his little toy could recover, he was already pulling out and slamming home again. Flesh met flesh with a dull smacking noise as his slick length drove in and out of the Three-horns back door. He leaned over the male, pressing his belly to Topsy's back as his strong legs and hips drove his length in and out. The bull whimpered a little as his rear throbbed from the sudden entry. "Ba-bastard," he wheezed out, each thrust jarring him forward.
Cera whimpered from behind the cover of her hands, watching as Redclaw began to take her father hard and fast. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched that length slip deep into her parent's rear. She had been grabbed by the two biters a couple times, not to mention having played with Chomper some, so she knew how that predatory member felt. She felt her lower lips tart to grow wet and her body get warmer as she found herself imagining what it felt like to be in her father's position. Her eyes widened when she saw the bull's length start to emerge and erect, getting larger and more grand with each thrust.
Topsy could feel his length begin to press against his slit and start to emerge unbidden. Despite how it ached his body, this rough rutting was starting to get him worked up. Thus far in his life, only a few males had managed to get under his tail, and only a couple of them had ever been rough. One was the old Long-neck, and the other was the male that was currently rutting his ass. It was so degrading to feel a male taking him and breeding him like a fertile female. Within mere moments of starting, his cock was achingly hard and slapping against his belly with each thrust from the dominate male.
Redclaw angled his head as the scent of the aroused bull. An amused hiss broke free of his lips, "Mm, cow enjoying her rutting, yes?" Thick drool came from his mouth as he leaned his head back, driving himself in to the very hilt with each pump. Topsy sneered as he pawed at the ground, "Just be quiet and finish." He could feel that hot drool drop onto his back, making him feel filthy. Gritting his teeth, he held back a moan as the odd ridges on the male's cock rubbed against the gland in his rear. He huffed, trying to fight back the waves of pleasure that shot up his spine with each thrust. The Sharp-tooth let out an amused hiss, "Act good, cow. I am knowing you have enjoyment." Topsy ground his teeth against each other before uttering one of the few words he knew in the Sharp-tooth's tongue.
The predator faltered for a moment before letting out a roar. Claws scraped over Topsy's sides as he powered his body forward again. "Not so act nice, female!" Leaning forward, he clamped his jaws onto Topsy's back, teeth digging at the flesh. The bull clenched his eyes shut and bit his tongue to keep from moaning as the predator began to rut him harder. Deep grunts began to slip from his throat as his length throbbed, slapping his belly. Each time his length slapped against him belly, he could feel some pre-cum stain his belly. By now his cheeks were flush with the embarrassment of what was being done to him. Pawing at the ground, he let out a grunted noise, repeating the word again.
"COW!" roared the Sharp-tooth as he began to rut Topsy faster. Shifting his body a little, Redclaw was able to drive himself in up to the very root with each thrust. Topsy's heavy rear was lifted slightly with each thrust. The predator paused at the bottom of each thrust, rubbing his slit and wide base against the Three-horn. Clenching his jaws, his pants hissed out through his teeth. His tip began to flare with arousal as his balls ached with need. The bull's ass was throbbing with each beat of his heart
Topsy was the first to peak. His cock sprayed his seed across the ground and his belly. The creamy white seed was shot in great arcs, coating his chest, belly, and the grass with his seed. Redclaw wasn't far behind him, snarling as his body tensed. Before he could blow, the Sharp-tooth pulled out of the clenching rear and changed his angle a little. This time when he pushed forward, his cock slid across the bull's rear and up between their bodies. The Three-horn bull groaned at the sudden absence of something to grab onto, making him shiver as he hit another climax seconds after the first. The dominate male pushed forward and roared, hips jerking as he finally finished. His ridges and tip flared as he began to spray his seed across his own belly and the Three-horn's back. The noise echoed far and wide, coming back across the valley as if to mock the pair.
Holding himself still, the bull waited until the Sharp-tooth pulled off him slowly. Both were breathing heavily as they swayed, barely able to stand. Topsy turned slowly, his back and rear hurting from the rough treatment he had received. Redclaw looked down at him, mouth hanging open as he tried to catch his breath. "Good female, come with old one next time. He teach you more." Turning his head, he gave the bull's neck a firm bite before leaving. Topsy watched as the hunter wobbled off, as if he could barely stand. Truthfully, he found it hard to move himself, and he had twice the number of legs that the other male had. As he headed to a pool the elder had told him about, he failed to notice his own daughter slip away from the clearing.
The hidden female let out a muffled moan, biting into her arm as she watched the males finish, one right behind the other. Her hips rubbed together, juices coating her inner thighs. Out here she couldn't find anyway to relieve herself, at least no way that would allow her to keep her eyes on the two males. She watched as the two pulled apart and went on their separate ways. Before her daddy noticed her, the Three-horn backed away, waiting until she was in the brush before turning and heading right for Littlefoot. She had one hell of an itch and she knew that he'd probably be willing to scratch it.
Tria stretched out lazily in the sun as she uttered a deep purr. A splash in the nearby river made her open an eye and look over. Her friend, mother of Ducky and Spike, was coming out of the water and shaking the water off her hide. "Feels good to get away from the kids, doesn't it, Bim?" The Swimmer nodded and stretched out, purring out a noise of agreement. "How is everyone doing, by the way?" Bim walked over to join Tria on the soft grass, in the sunny area. "Ducky is as energetic and reckless as ever. Worried some about Spike but he's growing up so fast." Her cheeks flushed quickly at a thought as she turned her head, clearing her throat. "The others are doing fine, but none are quite as adventurous as those two."
Tria smiled and rolled her head a little as she noticed her friend's blush. "It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?" Bim gave her friend a questioning look. The Three-horn continued a moment later; "The quiet ones always seem to be the best hung." A grin spread across her muzzle as the Swimmer began to blush hotter. "I notice your mate doesn't say a lot either, Bim." Now her friend began to sputter some, at a loss for words. Tria laughed and rolled onto her side. Bim frowned at her, "You... I don't even know what to say." She joined the Three-horn in laughing, looking over at the pink female. The larger woman stretched out and looked at Bim with a sparkle in her eyes. "That's one reason why I went with Topsy."
The Swimmer stopped laughing suddenly and looked over at her companion. "Topsy, quiet? That'll be the day." A soft laugh came from the other female, "When I first met him, I could barely get him to say two words. Surprised me when I saw him later and he'd turned into this boisterous male." Looking right at her friend, Tria winked. "We both know how large he is, don't we?" Now her friend began to sputter again, cheeks flushing hot as she tried to find some way to respond. Tria purred, "It's alright, I know he slips around with some of the other Valley dwellers. And he's not the only one." Bim looked at Tria, her cheeks almost burning by now. "Are you suggesting we...?" Tria nodded slowly and winked, "It is a girl's day, isn't it? And who knows how to please a woman better than another woman?"
She felt her body start to get aroused as her friend shifted a little, each looking over one another. "Well, what should I do first?" Tria rolled onto all fours and stood up slowly, "Remember a few weeks ago when we saw Cera and Ducky playing with each other while Ruby watched?" Bim nodded and rose to her feet, walking around behind the Three-horn slowly. "You know, I have experimented a lot, but never with another female." Lowering her head down, she gave the cow's thigh a light kiss. A purr came from the other female as Tria lifted her tail, "I've had my share of experiences. Just go on and I'll tell you if I don't like something."
Bim stood there for a moment, rubbing her lips gently against the female's thighs, working her way towards the lower lips. Tria was already moist, lips just starting to pull apart to reveal a bead of moisture. She stood there for a moment before pulling away. The Swimmer stretched her back out and thought for a second. She might not be able to bend over like that for too long, especially as squat as Tria was compared to her. It didn't take more than a second before an idea came to her. Lowering herself down to the ground, she laid out on the grass. "Back up a little?" she asked the larger female.
Her breathing was getting a little deeper as Tria backed up slowly. Reaching up, she rubbed over the female's leathery hide. "Alright, now just crouch a little?" Butterflies danced in her belly as the Three-horn lowered her body, stopping when she felt the Swimmer's breath putting against her body. Bim reached up and ran her fingers across her friend's labia, massaging the slit. A blush crept across her cheeks and muzzle as the other female uttered a moan, pushing against the hands. Gently, her fingers massaged the flesh, feeling it yielding just a little against her touch. The closer her fingers got to those lips, the softer the hide got.
Tria was crouched low enough that Bim didn't have to lift her head up much to meet the female's slit. Using her tongue, she gently prodded the lower lips, tasting the Three-horn's flesh for the first time. Her eyes closed slowly as she used her fingers to spread open those swollen lips and reveal the ruby inner lips. A moan slipped through her trembling lips as Tria's scent wafted to her nose. Nervously, Bim ran her tongue across the lips for the first time.
The taste reminded Bim of a fruit. It was both hauntingly familiar and completely alien at the same time. A light acidic tingle on her tongue accompanied the grassy flavor of the Three-horn. Her fingers pulled the lips apart a little more as she craned her head forward and licked over the lips some more. Overhead, Tria uttered a deep purr, "Oh that does feel good." The female's scent invaded her nose as she pressed forward, rubbing her tongue against those lips and tasting it. The more she licked it, the more Bim craved the juice from Tria's peach.
Reaching up, she rubbed at Tria's body, pulling down a little. The Three-horn followed the prompting and lowered her rear some more, stopping when her lower lips met the Swimmer's mouth. Bim moaned softly into the pussy as her tongue plunged into her companion's body. She opened her eyes a little, watching as her own tongue plunged into the pink depths. Moving her hands down, she massaged and rubbed over the puffy lips. Pushing her tongue in deep, she swept it across the inner walls before pulling it back out slowly. Savoring the taste, she wiggled her tongue around as she pushed nice and deep with each lick. As she licked and ate out the Three-horn's pussy, she watched as Tria's clit began to come out of hiding.
Bim angled her head up and let her tongue slide across that pearl. The female shivered over her and moaned, pushing against the tongue. When Tria shifted, it made one of the Swimmer's fingers slip and push into those lower lips. Following her instinct, she pressed one, then two fingers into the female. Tria purred deeply, "Oh yeah, sure you haven't done this before?" The Three-horn pushes her body back a little, feeling those fingers spreading her open. "Little more," she moaned at her friend.
The Swimmer pushed a third finger in, wiggling her hand up and down before pulling back. Looking at her hand then up at the other female, she smirked some and pushed her hand back in again. Her whole hand. Tria arched her back as she felt the Swimmer's fist pushed her walls apart. Bim was actually surprised that the female could take her arm, until she remembered how big Topsy was. Her cheeks flushed as she thought back to how the bull stretched her open before. Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over the female's clit. She watched as the cow's thighs trembled, running her tongue around the nub nice and slow.
She began to pump her hand in and out of the pussy, flexing her fingers slowly. Her partner began to rock her hips back into the pumping hand, low grunts coming from her mouth. Bim responded by pumping her hand faster, trying to push against the walls in different spots to see what would happen. As she fisted the Three-horn, she closed her lips around the pleasure pearl and licked at it. She took a breath and let out a deep purr. Pushing the air through her head frill, she deepened the noise. The purr reverberated through her mouth and up into the other woman. Tria began to pant louder as her moisture began to run down Bim's arms.
Her fingers found something inside of her friend, brushing against a spot inside of her body. Tria tossed her head back and let out a cry, inner walls clenching around Bim's arm. Pulling her mouth away from the nub, she angled her head to the side and rubbed her fingers over that spot again. Tria let out another bellow as Bim found the spot again. The Swimmer began to rub around that area, watching the Three-horn start to buck and thrust her hips harder. Juices started to squirt out around her hand, as the cow climaxed. Her arm and fist squished in and out of those hot lips with lewd noises. Moaning, she blushed and watched as she brought her friend to peak, feeling those muscles clenching around her arm.
Tria gasped, "Wa-wait... stop." Bim pulled her hand out, looking at the moisture that clung to her flesh. The pink female moved away, lets shaking. She looked at Tria as the larger female began to walk around, trying to steady herself. Turning her attention back to her own hand, she started to lick her fingers clean slowly. "Sure you never did that before?" Bim shook her head and licked her fingers clean, "No, that was the first time I'd ever done that."
The Three-horn smirked as she looked over at the reclined Swimmer. Her friend's olive lips were swollen and just starting to pull apart. With the other female distracted trying to clean off her hand, Tria moved in. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the Swimmer's arm. Bim looked up at her, tongue half-out of her mouth. Catching her friend off guard, Tria let her tongue slide right over the Swimmer's and pushed forward into a kiss as she murred. A muffled gasp from the other female as she was kissed suddenly. Before she could recover, Tria broke the kiss and moved down with a smirk. Rubbing her soft lips against the Swimmer's lower lips, she let her tongue slide over the pussy. A moan and a startled look greeted her when she glanced upwards. "My turn," she purred seductively. Bim swallowed nervously, "O-okay."
Lowering her head down, Tria nuzzled the peach for a moment before letting her tongue slide across the pussy. She took a few slow licks, pressing a little deeper with each sweep. A shuddering moan came from her friend as the pink female worked her tongue into the female. She looked up again as her friend reached down to spread her lips open with her hands. Taking that as good as an invitation as any, Tria dove in with wild abandon. Her partner rubbed her thumbs against her muzzle as she purred. The Swimmer's taste was a bit more crisp than she knew her own to be.
Tria wouldn't keep going like this for too long, not when she had some revenge to enact. "Do me a favor?" Her friend let out a questioning hum, laying her cheek on the grass as she enjoyed the licking. "Roll onto your side a bit and lift up your leg." Bim opened her eyes a little and looked at the Three-horn before shifting as she was asked. Reaching down, she gripped one of her legs and pulled it up, reclining there. "Like this?" The cow smiled, "Mmhm. Did I ever tell you why I keep my nose horn rubbed down smooth?" The Swimmer shook her head, panting a little as Tria nuzzled her privates.
Instead of answering right away, the she leaned in and began to lick again. Tria pushed her tongue against those lips and wiggled them around slowly. Anyone that didn't know the female might be surprised by how stretchy her inner walls were. But Tria had been with her share of Swimmers, they could do some incredible things, especially under water. She knew that their vaginas were almost shockingly elastic. Which could explain why this thin, toned female could handle taking Topsy all the way to his root. And why she could pull off the trick she was about to use, something usually reserved for larger females.
Tria began to work her tongue against her friend slowly. Using her oral muscle, she spread those walls and began to lap at the sweetness she found there. With each gentle lick, she nuzzled those lips and pressed against them some. With Bim laying like she'd asked, it was a bit easier to coax the walls to relax. "This is going to feel weird, so relax." The Swimmer bit her lip to hold back the moan and nodded, her chest heaving with excitement. Taking a breath, the Three-horn pressed her tongue into those lips again and eased forward. Both females watched as the Swimmer's body was forced to open wider, stretching around the invading muzzle. Glancing upwards, she smirked at the wide-eyed stare she was getting from her partner.
Bobbing her head, she kept her mouth open just enough to let her tongue slide against those velvet walls. It became abundantly clear why she kept that horn rounded down now as she lifted her head some. With it wore down to a nub, it was perfect for stimulating certain things inside of her body. Tria pulled out, lips popping around her face before pushing in again. The Swimmer let out a noise that was part whimper, part moan, and all pleasure. "Oh... oh wow." Bim moaned, mouth hanging open as she began to openly pant, allowing herself to express her arousal.
Giving those inner walls one last lick, the Three-horn closed her mouth up and began to bob her head faster. Bim swallowed, her mouth feeling very dry as she watched her friend rutting her body with her face. That worn-down nub pressed against her clit and made her body twitch each time it touched that spot. Her blush returned as she began to think about how much she was really enjoying this. Her body was filling with a wanton need as she felt her nethers get hotter. It was so incredibly arousing to see Tria's muzzle coated with her juices as the female pushed against her. She would have been content to go on like this until she peaked, but her friend had more ideas.
Tria took a breath as she pulled back before blowing her air out gently as she pushed in. A shudder raced through Bim's body as she moaned in lust, that breath adding something new and different to the muzzle-fucking she was getting. The pink cow wasn't done yet, it seemed like she was just getting started. She could only watch as the female began to toss her head, twisting her muzzle around. Her breath caught in her throat as Tria's horn rubbed against a spot inside of her body, making her hips jerk. Tria pulled her head back, lips tickling her labia as she spoke, "Know that spot you were rubbing earlier?" Bim nodded, panting. The cow grinned then pushed her head forward again, angling it just so.
Bim let out a pleased cry as the horn rubbed against that spot inside of her again. Now she could feel what had driven the Three-horn to stop her earlier. Raw pleasure shot up her spine as she threw her head back. Tria's mouth opened, allowing the cow to lick at her walls as she worked her over some more. Lights began to flash and dance in front of her eyes. In mere moments, she arched her back and let out a low call as her orgasm washed over her. Tria's revenge came in the form of continued pumping. Her powerful thighs trembled as her partner continued to work her open. The combination of the cow's tongue, muzzle, and smooth horn working at her body brought her to another peak. Then a few moments later, there was another one.
She couldn't even think to call out as pleasure took over her mind, clouding her and making her gasp and huff in lust. The Swimmer tried to form the words, but all that came out of her mouth was inarticulate moans. The noises got deeper with each passing moment until they were felt more than heard. There was no way to tell Tria that she was reaching the edge, no way to get the female to stop. Fortunately, Tria was far more experienced in the art of cunning linguistics, and knew when to stop.
Pulling her mouth away from Bim's body, she smiled up at the panting female. Bim released her leg and fell back onto the soft grass, panting for a moment before voicing a deep moan. Tria stood up and moved over the Swimmer slowly, looking down at her with a smile. As she leaned in, the other female leaned up to meet her in a kiss. Their tongues met and rubbed against each other, sharing the juices that lingered there. The Three-horn stepped one leg over the Swimmer's, keeping the other behind her thigh. Shifting her body just a hair, she was able to rub her vent against Bim's messy pussy. As they kissed, the pair rubbed their privates against each other. Tria purred and angled her head, letting her female lover clean up her muzzle. "After you rest, want me to show you another trick I know?"
The bayleef tumbled across the ground, rolling for several feet before coming to a stop on her back. Nicobay huffed as she lay there for a moment before rolling over slowly. Her legs were trembling with exhaustion as she stood up. The female swayed slowly before looking up at the charizard that stood across from her with a smug look on his face. "Done already are we?" he grumbled, puffs of smoke exiting his mouth with each word. He was surprisingly strong, even for his type. Maybe it had something to do with his unusual coloration. Instead of the usual bright orange flesh other charizards had, this one was a deep black color with a gray belly.
The day had started out so well, with him waking up in an odd mood. He had been incredibly horny, but nothing seemed to really excite him enough to let him work up to a good finish. Until he shifted to his female form. The change had barely finished before his vines found their way into his newly formed pussy. The femme-Nico had played with herself through several very satisfying finishes before taking a short rest. When her belly started to complain, she decided it was time to get something to eat.
A quick trip down to the store was rewarded with some food and snacks for the rest of the day. On the way home, the bayleef had been surprised by a sudden spring storm. Walking in the rain was no big deal for the grass type, but it threatened to turn her newly acquired cookies into mush, so she looked for a cave to wait out the storm. She found a nice shelter that was big and dry inside and sat to wait out the storm. Unfortunately she hadn't noticed the charizard that was using the cave as well. He had surprised her at first, but then they began to talk. As the storm went on, he suggested a playful little fight to pass the time. And well, now she could barely stand on her own.
The male looked at her with a smirk, his features harshly lit by the fire that crackled on his tail. "Well, looks like I win. I'll be taking this now." A couple steps brought the larger male to the bag of groceries. Nicobay staggered towards him, "Those are mine! You can't take them." Riz looked at the bayleef and stepped forward, hand swinging across his body to strike her cheek. As the bayleef reeled from the backhand, he grabbed onto her head leaf. "What are you going to do about it, huh?" Nicobay winced as her leaf was pulled on, eyes clenching shut as tears began to well up. "That's what I though," he said after a moment, releasing his hold and moving deeper into the cave.
Nicobay curled up a little and began to sob, shoulders quaking as she tried to ignore the throbbing ache from her head leaf that matched a dozen other aches on her body. Riz looked over at the female and then down to the bag when he heard her crying. He wasn't about to just give up the goods, not when he'd trashed her so good. But there was something else he could do that could be even more fun. Turning his head away from the bayleef, he reached into the bag, making sure to rattle it around a lot. After a few seconds of rooting around, he pulled out a cookie and sniffed it. "Damn, this smells good." The charizard took a breath and blew gently, unleashing just enough heat to warm the treat back up. The scent of warm, gooey chocolate filled the cave as he took a deeper whiff. "Chocolate macadamia, haven't have one of these in a long time!" He sat down with his back to a wall, leaning against it as he held onto the treat and bag.
A whimper from the female made him glance towards her with one eye, holding the treat inches from his muzzle. "Do you want this?" She sniffed and nodded her head, teary eyes looking at the treat then at him. "Come and get it then." He pulled off a piece and held it in his hand. The bayleef rose to her feet slowly and moved over, a bud on her neck opening to let a vine slide out. "Oh no you don't, gotta come over here and use your mouth to get it." He held the cookie morsel in his hand, watching as the female came over. Soft lips pressed against his hand as her velvety tongue slid across his finger, lapping up the treat. "That's a good girl."
Purring, he took another piece and placed it gently between his teeth, watching her. The bayleef hesitated a moment before leaning forward, craning her neck out as she reached. Riz grabbed onto her head and pulled her into a kiss, pushing the bite of cookie into her waiting mouth with his tongue. The plant type squeaked in surprise at the kiss, but pressed her own tongue against his to take down the offered treat. The savory sweetness of the cookie mixed with the charizard's spicy saliva, making her lips and tongue tingle lightly. Turning his head, he deepened the kiss, watching her reaction as his thick tongue slipped past her and flicked against her tonsils. The bayleef didn't gag or show any signs of discomfort. In fact, she actually pressed against him more, body moving closer to his.
Nico felt herself start as his tongue pressed against her throat, but easily suppressed her gag reflex. It had been years since anything going down her throat had bothered her. Closing her lips around the tongue, she suckled on it, moaning as the tingling spread across her tongue more. Everywhere his tongue went, it left behind that oddly pleasant tingling. She shivered when she thought about that tongue sliding into her pussy and playing with her clit. Pressing her thighs together, the bayleef squirmed just thinking about it.
He closed his eyes a little, letting his tongue slide back to play with hers. The two slick muscles wrestled with one another inside if their mouths. The bayleef had a vaguely fruit punch, plant-like flavor to her tongue. It was actually kind of refreshing and nice, leaving his mouth with a clean feeling. As they kissed, he felt his body starting to heat up. Riz purred into the kiss, spreading his legs a bit as his male slit bulged, cock threatening to fall free any second now. Moving his other hand up towards her head, he stopped when he saw the cookie in his hand.
The male grinned as an idea hit him and broke the kiss, looking down at the bayleef. She was panting by now, cheeks flushed cutely as her tongue hung from her maw. Taking the cookie in hand, he placed it on his crotch right over his slit. Her eyes followed the motion, eyes lighting up when she saw where he placed it. Before she could duck down, he held his fingers out to her, "These first, then you get your cookie." His higher-than-normal body head had partially melted, coating his fingers in some of the sweet goodness. The other sweet treat leaned in, pressing her tongue against his fingers slowly. A soft moan came from her mouth as she licked over his fingers slowly, taking one in and suckling on it. "Oh, you are an eager little girl aren't you? Don't think I've ever seen someone act like this that wasn't an Eevee."
She watched the male as her lips closed around his thick fingers. This would be a nice way to show him how good she was. Her cheeks flushed hotter when he compared her to an eevee, closing her eyes as her tongue licked at his fingers. Nico could taste traces of what she knew to be semen on his fingers, making her wonder where the old traces came from. If it came from this shiny male, then he'd probably gone without any real relief in a while. She didn't stay on his fingers too long, she was too eager to get to the real fun. Pulling away, she looked up at him with a pant before lowering her head, nuzzling his flesh before licking at the cookie.
Riz watched as she lowered her head down, velvety tongue sliding across his groin. He uttered a deep moan, watching as she carefully lifted the cookie to nibble on it. The more she worked, the tighter his slit became. Riz made a conscious effort to keep those muscles tight to contain his lusts. The cookie slipped a little lower on his body, resting right over his privates. He lifted his head and let out a slow breath as he relaxed the muscles. Instantly, his cock began to slip free of it's prison, lifting the cookie up. The bayleef kept nibbling and chewing at the treat, pushing it against his erecting pole. Her tongue swept out of her mouth to play with his flesh, brushing over it. Before long, the cookie was all gone and his length was proudly erect and throbbing. His warmth had melted some of the chocolate, giving his red flesh several thin stripes of rich, chocolatey goodness.
"More treat for me?" she asked in a soft voice, eyes locked onto that impressive member. He grinned at her and breathed out a puff of smoke. "Better make sure you get every piece of chocolate off me, or else I'll turn the rest of those cookies into charcoal." His growling softened a little, gaining a purr-like rumble as the male watched her lean in eagerly. Her first lick drew a moan from his mouth as he let his head fall back against the rock wall.
Nico looked up at the fire-type as he moaned. A smile went across her lips as she licked at a trace of chocolate. The sweet had mixed with his own spice flavor, elevating the treat. As she extended a vine to hold onto his length, the female began to wonder what it'd taste like when he came. Which lead to her wondering how it'd taste on a cookie. Using her vines, she angled him forward and pressed her pursed lips against his tip. She kissed it a moment, lips working against him as her tongue rubbed against the hole on his tip. Pushing forward, she slowly spread her lips open, keeping her mouth tight around him. As much as she wanted to just take him to the root, to savor his chocolate-striped length, she also wanted to tease him some.
Except he wasn't going to let her do that. One of Riz's large, powerful hands pressed against the back of her head and pushed down. His hips lifted up as he shoved his entire cock into her mouth. Nico's eyes shot open wide as he shoved right into her throat, stretching it and forcing her jaws apart. The strong, wet muscles of her throat clenched down around his length, squeezing it. "Oh damn, that does feel good." The male growl-purred as he shifted his body to stand up. He didn't release his grip on her head as he stood, forcing the bayleef to lift her head upwards as he repositioned himself. Traces of flame trickled from his mouth as he purred; "I am going to enjoy this so much." Nico looked up at him with large, watery eyes as he cupped the back of her head with one hand and her chin with the other.
The dark male pulled back until just his tip was resting on her tongue. Eager for pleasure, his length was already dripping some pre-cum onto her tongue, making the muscle tingle. With a roar that echoed through the cave he drove forward, leather body slapping against her face. She could only stand there as the charizard face-fucked her with that thick cock. Each thrust from the powerful male drove him right to the root, her muzzle rubbing his slit. Before long she found herself gasping for air each time he drew back. She had to fight to get a fresh gulp of air before he drove right back into her. Her lips and throat rippled around his cock ever-other thrust as she exhaled.
Riz moaned, eyes closing as he felt her mouth working around him. When she tried to breathe, it made a surge of cool air rush around his length. That was nothing compared to the noises she was making. The wet slurps of him plunging into her throat combined with the wet flapping of her lips when she blew out. It had been too long since he'd had woman's mouth wrapped around his dick. His balls were already starting to ache for release. The feeling of her tongue pressing against him, her throat clenching around him, and the sensation of the air rushing past him was just divine.
He had no reason to hold off on blowing his load in her mouth. He'd have his fun with her several times over probably, until his lust was sated and his balls had dried up. The only real question he had on his mind right now was fairly simple. Down her throat, or on her face. Stretching his back out, the male looked down at her and looked right into those lovely eyes of hers. "Gonna make me do all the work? You were so eager to suck me dry a moment ago."
Her cheeks reddened with a blush as she pushed her tongue up against him. Riz let out a moan, licking his lips and snarling gently. Nico started to bob her head, tightening her lips around his length as he continued to take her face. Looking at her face, he knew what had to be done. Pulling her head tight against his groin, he began to hump against her face faster. He could hear a whimper slip out of her over-stuffed mouth as his hands tightened their grip on her face. The male's body heat began to rise sharply, the air rippling around him as his length started to jerk and twitch inside of her mouth.
Before it was too late, the charizard pulled out of that wonderful maw. The hand on the back of her head moved to grab his cock, pumping it quickly. Using his other hand, he angled her head upwards as he moaned. The moan deepened before turning into a roar that shook the cave. Thick strands of his cum blasted from his tip, painting her face and landing in her mouth. Her blush deepened as her face was marked, tongue hanging from her mouth as she panted. Riz's roar died down into a grating sentence. "Rrrrrrere we are." Looking down at her, he huffed, putting his cock on her tongue.
The shiny male managed to coax out another spray or two of his seed, coating her tongue. "Now, swallow it like a good girl." Nico closed her lips around his cock, suckling gently as she swallowed. Her stubby tail waved behind her as she took down the treat, the taste simply indescribable. When he was done, he released his hold on her head before sitting back down with a shuddering moan.
Nico looked at him, the charizard's seed cooling on her face as she panted. "Do I get my cookies now?" He purred lightly and looked at her, "Clean your face off first." The bayleef's cheeks continued to flush as she extended a vine, using it to scoop his spunk off her face before licking it up. Watching her clean herself up made his body start to stir again. Riz shifted up to more of a sitting position as he licked his lips. It didn't take her more than a few seconds until almost all traces of his semen was swept and licked away by the female. The second she was done, those big eyes looked back at him, darting to the bag then back up to his face.
Reaching down into the bag, he rummaged around for a second before producing one of the treats. She gasped and reached forward it with her vine. Before the bayleef could grab hold of it, he flicked it over her head. Nico spun on the spot, mouth open and vines reaching. She did an about-face, landing on all fours as she caught the treat. A murr rippled up her throat as she began to chew on the treat. Of course her position gave him a perfect view of her slit tucked away under her tail. Those lips were swollen and just starting to flower open.
Riz moved in before she could think of resisting. He grabbed tight onto her tail and lifted it up. Nico squeaked in shock, the cookie dropping from her mouth. When he grabbed onto her sturdy tail and lifted, it picked her back half right off the ground. Leaning his head in, the charizard pressed his lips to her pussy, sniffing it. Where her tongue had a hint of that fruit punch flavor, it smelled like a fresh cup of it down here. Sliding his tongue across her body, he moaned at how good she tasted. His hot breath puffed over her twat as he spoke, "You suck like a gold-star whore, you taste nice and fresh. Wonder how you fuck." A flicker of flame slipped from his mouth to caress against her body, making the female trembled, her knees getting weak.
Lowering her back down to the ground, the shiny male leaned back with a deep growl. "Now here's what you're going to do if you want the rest of those cookies. You're going to pick up the one I gave you, that you dropped. And then you're going to use your bay to warm up my lil'zard. Do that and I'll give you the rest of my cookies." She let out a cute whimper, "B-but they're mine..." He hissed at her, making the bayleef jump. "Yours! I mean they're yours."
Nico looked over her shoulder, blushing as she saw the large male grip his length and aim it at her. She ducked her head quickly, picking up the cookie like he'd asked. Hiking her tail up, the grass-type shuffled backwards. Her heart was hammering away in her chest as she backed it up. She was already so excited that when she felt his hot tip nudging her lips, she couldn't help but moan. He was so big and thick, she had to really push against him to make any progress. Biting down onto the treat, she tried to muffle the pleasure-filled noise as his thick head popped into her. His hot spire surged forward, spreading her lips open and making her breath catch in her throat. Riz let out a growled, "Rrrf, damn you're tight. The way you sucked my knob, I thought you would be pretty loose."
Her blush only intensified as she pushed back more, her body stretching out around him. She stopped after taking about half of him into her, unable to move back any more. Chewing on the cookie, she rocked her body forward before pushing back. Riz growled at her, "Can't take anymore, can you?" Nico shook her head, taking the last of the treat into her mouth. "We'll just have to see about that. You want to learn how the Impale attack works, don't you?" Reaching up, he grabbed her around her chest and easily lifted her. The female squeaked in shock as she was lifted into a sitting position then released. Her own weight drove her down onto his massive wang. She fell back against his chest, gasping for breath as the male lifted her up again. He stopped once his tip was poised just inside of her body before dropping her again. Sloppy noises filled the cavern as her wet walls were forced open by him.
"Fuck you are tight, aren't you? Must be using wrap on me." Riz actually grabbed onto her thighs and began to lift then pull the female back down. Nico's only response was to moan as she was forced to ride his length. Her moans joined his grunts and the slutty, lewd noises of their sex. She cried out each time he bottomed out in her, each time managing to stuff a bit more of his sausage into her casing. He was stretching her so very wide, each his dick hitting everything inside of her at once. She felt his tip ramming against the last barrier inside of her, stretching it with his relentless pounding. A little bit at a time, the wall began to give way, her cervix opening just a little more each time she was forced down.
Riz huffed against her neck, feeling her juices running down his length and thighs. Her insides were hot and tight around him, but her juices were oddly cool. As they trickled down his length and squished out around him, he felt a shiver race up his spine. "Tight little bayleef, I could fuck you all day long." A chuckle rippled up his throat as he leaned in to nip at her neck. "Although, you wouldn't be tight for long then, would you?" He licked across her flesh, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her flesh. His tongue slid over one of the buds on her neck and the male froze for a second.
Nico was panting as she hung there, half-buried on his length and helpless in his grasp. She turned her head to look at him with a curious churring noise. Riz's eyes dilated as his tongue slipped over her neck bud. The scent and taste of those petals sent a surge of something through his body, making his breathing become much heavier. After just a couple seconds, the shiny charizard's pupils contracted to pinpoints and he threw his head back with a roar. The flame on his tail doubled in size and turned blue-white, the heat from it washing over the pair. She squealed and turned her face away as flames shot from his jaws to hit the ceiling and roll away.
A red wall dropped over his vision as the male huffed, pulling her down harder and snarling. The pheromone in the buds around Nico's neck invaded his mind, wiping all rational thought from his mind and releasing the rage that almost all charizards had. His temperature spiked as he began to lift and pull the female down harder. Her squeal turned into a scream as she was split open by him time and time again. He was huffing and panting, each breath bringing more of that pheromone-laden scent into his mind. A fresh surge of her honey coated his dick as her pleasure sky-rocketed. Each of his thrusts drove the breath from her lungs, turning her moans into deep gasps for air.
Both of them felt it as his cock finally penetrated her cervix, the bayleef being forced down until he was buried inside of her. Riz let out a snarl, "Oh yeah, gonna really fuck you now, bitch!" He ended the sentence with an inarticulate bellow as he pulled her up only to slam her back down. Each time he removed himself from her womb, both would jerk as he slipped free, only to drive himself back into her sanctum with another pile driver.
With his dragon's rage unleashed, it wasn't long before she cried out, walls clenching pitifully at his ram. Her cry turned into breathless gasps as he kept dropping her onto his length. Without his thinking mind to hold him back, it wasn't long after she hit her peak that he began to blast her womb with his fiery cum. Riz belched out some more flame as he let out a short roar. He barely moved her on his shaft as he sprayed his seed right into her womb. The volume was incredible, actually filling her to overflowing. His hot seed leaked down his flesh, mixing with her cooling juices to make something entirely new. But he wasn't done yet.
Before he'd even finished pumping his load into her, the male surged forward, knocking her onto her belly. Somehow, he got his feet under him and began to plow her. The bayleef could only lay there, panting as he began to rut her again. Her insides were on fire, grabbing at his thickness as it throbbed like a beacon inside of her. The noises of their rutting became increasingly raunchy as his thrusts spread his seed along her inner walls. Nico laid her cheek on the cool ground, barely able to push against his powerful, savage thrusts. There was no pattern or rhythm to his motions. One second he would barely be moving his body and the next he'd actually pull out of her before slamming home.
Riz closed his jaws around her neck, holding the female in please as he plowed her hard. He could feel their combined juices forming a cocktail around him, dripping off his cock to pool on the ground under them. He didn't care about it, didn't want to care. All he wanted was to seed her and keep going until he couldn't anymore. His claws scratched at her hips, still holding her thighs up and keeping the female spread. When he began to off balance, he released one of her legs so he could brace himself. With this new stance, he drove deeper and harder against her. The bayleef started to slide across the ground, huffing helplessly as she was driven into yet another climax. By now the orgasms were starting to run into each other, the female lost in a sea of pleasure. She could barely form coherent thoughts, but she knew he'd keep going until one of them broke. Biting her lip, the bayleef moaned and trembled, some of the petals around her neck opening to release a strange powder.
Riz was huffing and growling, each breath pulling that dust into his mouth. He could feel his balls tightening again, readying a second load for her. But he could feel himself slowing down, at least he thought he was. The world began to tilt and sway, his senses growing more dull with each heavy pant. Claws dug into the stone, gouging out small trenches as he arched forward. He just needed a little more... A dull bellow came from his mouth, sounding almost confused, as he started to spray into her again. His already compromised senses left him as the world tilted suddenly.
Nico moaned and went lump as the male collapsed. His cock popped free of her as he fell to her side, hitting the ground with a grunt. She lay there on the stone floor, mouth open as she tried to catch her breath. Her entire body was aching, but in the most delightful of ways. A shiver ran through her body as she felt a thick glob of cum running down her thigh. Looking over at the charizard, she offered a soft moan before turning very slowly. She couldn't keep her eyes off that thick dick that had fucked her without mercy. Murring to herself, she lowered her head and licked over his cock gently, cleaning it off. The male let out a whine and jerked his hips, a weak spurt of cum splashing across her mouth. She was smiling as she cleaned him off.
Once he was spotless, she decided it might be a good time to take a rest. At least until she could walk again. Laying down next to the male, she curled against his warmth and smiled. Extending a vine, the bayleef blindly felt around for the bag of cookies, pulling one out and bringing it over. She lifted one of her legs and swept the pastry over her thighs, scooping up some of the mess they'd made. Rolling onto her back, she chewed on it happily, her eyes closing. She should visit this cave more often.
Nod muttered and grumbled to himself as he walked through the woods. Hyp had gone off somewhere with Mutt, which left him alone for a while. It wasn't bad usually, let him go somewhere and clear his head. Today wasn't your usual day though. It was one of those days where he found himself worked up and in need of some release. Mutt was good at that, just about the only thing he was good at. Without that moron around, he'd have to go somewhere and find a way to take matters into his own hands. It was a bit awkward, but he had found out he was rather adept at using his fore-limbs to take care of business. Still, hard to beat that gaping mouth.
As luck had it, he knew of a nice quiet place. No one ever went there, it actually felt like it's own little world out there. A place where he could go and do what he wanted without being bothered all day. The shocking thing was, it wasn't that far from where everyone else stayed either. Strolling up to an extension of the late, the Spike-side looked around to make sure no one saw him. For a long moment he held still, listening and sniffing. No one but him and the wind out here.
The male took a breath and jumped into the water. He almost yelped from the icy shock, but managed to hold onto his breath. Paddling against the water, he aimed towards a dark spot in the rocks. His toeclaws scratched against the rocks, hooking into holds he knew by heart. He pulled and wiggled, sliding in between the rocks. He could feel their smooth surfaces against his back, scratching his thicker hide. It was only a matter of second before the tunnel moved upwards. He broke the surface, bobbing there as he let out his breath slowly.
He was at the edge of a small pond in a secluded clearing. Tall rocks protected it from the outside world, but left the top open. One of the little fliers had told him about this place, and he'd managed to intimidate the little guy into staying away from here. It was his own private place, a place only he came to when he wanted to get away from it all. His tip was already starting to peek through his slit, making him shiver as it hit the cold water. Paddling over to the edge of the pool, he lifted his front legs up onto the bank and started to pull himself up. A noise made him stop, half-out of the water. His eyes roamed over the sanctuary and stopped at a small pile of rocks.
He wasn't alone.
Cera, that bitchy Three-horn, was reclined on the rocks with her front towards him. Her hide was still glistening from her own swim. As the clouds moved and let the sun shine down on her, the water beaded on her flesh glittered like gold. It might sound odd, but he'd had the hots for her for a while now. Everything from her attitude, to the way she carried herself, to even the way she acted during sex, it drove him wild. Not that he'd ever been with her, sadly. He had caught her with some of her friends a couple times. Nod had to bite his lip to keep from moaning as the memory of her riding that long-neck flashed through his mind. The sight of her spread open around that length, juices sliding down his shaft. Just thinking about it made him drop from his slit, wanting to feel that himself.
Looking over her, he saw that she was napping, which gave him the perfect opportunity. He pulled himself out of the water and moved quickly, but quietly, over to where she lay. Skirting around the edge of the rocks, Nod got into position behind her. This time he did moan, uttering a nearly silent plea, when he spied the treasure. Her position meant that her slit was in full view of him, tucked between those sexy thighs of hers. His heart was pounding in his chest as he crept up onto the rocks behind her. The Spike-side moved in, his cock rock hard by now.
He took a quick look up towards the sleeping female before turning his attention back towards her cove. Nod uttered another moan as he inhaled her scent. She was clear and clean, fresh from the water, but he could smell her musky under it all. The scent of sex, a couple days old, clung to her still. He let out another moan, louder this time, as his lips just barely rubbed over her velvety flesh. The male was starting to breathe heavier already, his cock throbbing with want and need. Tensing his hips, he felt it slap against his belly and humped forward slowly. Pre-cum smeared along his belly, staining his green belly and making him shiver from the slick sensation. Looking up at her again, he decided to take a chance.
Nod turned his head to the side, sliding his tongue along her lips. His heart skipped a beat when she shifted and uttered a quiet mumble. When nothing came of it, he licked across her lips again. His eyes rolled back into his head as he tasted her, his tongue worming in between her lips. He moaned as he began to pump his hips steadily. The more he licked, the wetter she started to become. It didn't take long before he started to taste her juices, just a hint of them, on his tongue. Tilting his head the other way, the Spike-side pushed his tongue into her and swirled it around, tasting her inner walls.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!"
Now his heart did stop. Nod's eyes opened and looked upwards. Past the thighs, past her sides, up to an angry pair of glaring eyes. He was caught and there was no excuse he could think of to save his hide right now. Cera's lips pulled back into a growl as the Three-horn lifted her leg slowly to get a better look at him. "I lay down to take a nap in this private spot and when I wake up, one of Hyp's lackeys is licking me?" Her back leg moved, she could see more of his body. He could almost feel her gaze roaming down his body, only stopping when she saw. "And you've got an erection!" she nearly screamed, jerking away from him and getting onto all fours.
Nod backed away quickly, "I think I'll just be going right now." He turned and started to run towards the pond, fully intent on diving in and drowning himself. His cheeks were flush with embarrassment as he ran. "Oh no you don't. Stop. Right. There!" The iron command in the female's voice made him freeze. A tremor of fear raced down his spine as he turned his head towards her slowly. She hopped down the rocks, going from one to the next. Her yellow eyes bored right into him as she stopped several feet away.
He swallowed around the lump in his throat as she turned her flank towards him. Cera laid down on the ground and lifted her tail up into the air. "You got me wet, might as well get your sorry tail over here and put that cock of yours to use." Her eyes looked over the member, looking at how thick it was. It sported a strange, spiraled tip and a thick shaft, and towards the base there was an odd bump. When he didn't immediately come over, she snapped; "Well, gonna wait till we die of old age?"
Cera smirked as he jumped and let out a high-pitched squeak as he hurried over. Nod planted a foot on her lower back and lifted his body up. He planted his other fore-paw on her upraised leg and brought his cock towards her body. His mouth was wide open as he panted, and she could see his heart racing. His pulse beat in the flesh along his neck, and his cock throbbed, bobbing slightly, with the frantic beat. Rather than incur her wrath again, he pushed his body forward. The pair moaned as his tip spread her open and plunged in. Her insides twisted around him, creating a wholly unique sensation as it plowed deep into her.
The Spike-side didn't need any more coaxing than she had already given him. Nod's mouth hung open as he started to fuck the female, his hips slapping against hers. He'd been with Mutt plenty, and even Hyp a few times, but never really gotten with a female. Nothing could quite compare to this, it was a different animal entirely than what he'd had before. He could feel her insides tightening and rubbing at his length, toying with him and urging him onwards.
Leaning over her, he began to breath heavier as his body pumped against hers faster. The older male felt his pleasure soaring faster than it had ever before. Cera was moaning under him and pushing her hips towards his. Feeling her writhing under him, hearing her moans of pleasure, and then there was how her insides gripped at him. Nod looked down at their joining and gasped, a shudder running through him when he saw her wetness coating his shaft. It didn't take much before his thrusts began to falter, already falling pray to his pleasure.
Cera noticed the change in his pattern and mocked him, "Is the big boy going to pop already?" Planting her front paws on the ground she pushed back into him. "I would have thought you could last a bit longer than this, Nod." He moaned at her, "You want something to last?" Digging his feet into the soft ground he pushed hard against her. The bulge at the base of his member slipped into her easily. The Spike-side started to thrust hard and fast against her, barley moving. The Three-horn growled at him, "Think you can make me finish by doing that? You'd had better think..." she trailed off as something odd began to happen.
Looking down between their bodies, she could see her lower lips start to bulge as something grew inside of her. "What is that?" she demanded, pulling her hips away some. Whatever it was had become engorged inside of her body and wasn't going to be coming out any time soon. And it was still swelling up! "What is that?!" Her tone became more panicked and demanding as her insides fluttered with pleasure. Nod sneered down at the bitchy female, "It's my knot, gonna keep us together for a bit." Even deeper inside of her, his tip rubbed against the last barrier in her body. It's shape spread her open, screwing inside with each short thrust of his.
Feeling rather smug with himself, Nod threw his head back and let out a sharp bark as he began to spray his seed right into her egg chamber. Cera let out a strained noise as that bulge began to throb and pulse with each spurt inside of her. It didn't take too much before she let out a cry of her own, insides clamping down around him and milking more spunk out of his body. She moaned, hips jerking and rocking as his knot kept rubbing her insides. Moving slowly, she lowered her legs, letting out a groan as her insides tightened even more around that bulge.
He moved with her, settling down on top of the Three-horn. She looked up at the older male as his length continued to spray every few seconds. Cera pulled against him and let out a whimper as his cock tugged against her painfully. "How long till you can pull out?" Nod laid down on top of her, "A little while. Why, are you wanting some more?" Yellow eyes met blue as she sneered. "First time with a female, huh?" When he nodded, she laughed; "Well, maybe next time, you'll be able to last longer than Chomper." Laying her head down on her front legs, she stretched. "Still doubt you'll ever be able to do better than Spike though." The Spike-side chuckled, "So he's good too? Mutt is pretty good to. Must be a silent thing." She giggled some and closed her eyes, finding that being close like this after a romp wasn't too bad. "So who told you about this?" She purred, "Petrie, why?" Nod yawned, "Figures."