A Throwup and Pieces
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Erii took a step backwards, a grin spreading from his gray muzzle up to his white cheeks while he admired his handiwork, a throwup of his own design on one of the graffiti covered walls in the alleyway. His finger lightly tapped at the nozzle of a can of red spray paint, not a nervous gesture, but one of thought. He was extraordinarily proud of his throwup, but something seemed missing. He couldn't quite place it until an idea flitted into his head. "Hah!" the dragon exclaimed, adding the finishing touch, a small but elaborate signature, that of his 'penname', so to speak.
The boy glanced over his shoulder looking towards the entrance of the alleyway. Where he painted, a large dumpster blocked sight of him, so he was pretty sure no one could see him, but that didn't mean he could let his guard down. Last thing he needed was for a cop to bust him and take him home, especially when his mom thought he was still at school. He ran a hand through his shockingly blue hair, his pointed ears twitching as he listened to the sounds of city traffic.
"Heh heh heh." A warm, fuzzy feeling of satisfaction began to fill Erii to the point that he started chuckling to himself. This throwup had been his third, and his best yet; everything else had just been simple tags while he'd tried to work on his style. He'd been wandering this alleyway and a few others. "It's kinda like I'm marking my territory." The thought tickled him so thoroughly, he plopped down against the wall next to his backpack and just let himself laugh.
Stretching his legs out, Erii gave himself a celebratory siesta. Though it was starting to get late into fall, he was quite comfortable in his purple hoodie. At some point in the day, his black chucks had gotten untied, but hey, as long as they stayed on his feet, he didn't care. A yawn slipped out of his muzzle, and the teen drew his hoodie over his ears, embracing the warm feelings that made him grin. "I gotta little time..." he murmured to himself. He figured it was around three or so in the afternoon. School let out at four-thirty, and his mom expected him home at five unless he got detention. Plenty of time for a quick nap.
He'd not closed his eyes for three minutes before something jarred him, shoving him to the ground. He scrambled around for a few seconds in a blind panic before he could regain his senses. Hoisting himself up with his arms until he could get his legs underneath him, he shook his head free of the hoodie and glared at his assailants.
Two boys stood in front of him. One was a red panda, a little shorter than him, with bright green eyes distorted by slightly bent wire-frame glasses, dressed in some cargo shorts with a short-sleeve graphic tee on top of a long-sleeve gray shirt. His cheeks were slightly full, as if he still had a bit of baby-fat in them, and a mop of curly auburn hair sat on his head. The other, several years older than either of them, definitely had a red panda's markings, but instead, seemed to be some kind of wingless gryphon. His cream-colored beak was pierced by a few studs on either side, and he had an industrial in his left ear. His plaid button-up shirt was open, exposing his dark-furred chest that accented his athletic physique.
"What the fuck, dude?" Erii cursed, picking himself up and brushing bits of gravel and dirt from his hoodie. The two of them looked familiar, but he was too pissed to be able to remember. The little shrimp, he was certain he could take; the big guy, not so much, but he wasn't a bitch to back down from a fight.
"This the asshole who's been tagging over your pieces, Max?" the big guy asked the little one.
The one whose name was apparently Max nodded eagerly, adjusting his glasses as they tried to slide down his nose. "Yeah, that's him! That's Erii!" he said in a voice that was very obviously not his own.
Erii perked an eyebrow and then burst out laughing. "Wait... Max? Max Cries-a-lot? I remember ya! You're that bitch from school they give the swirlies to!"
Max puffed up his cheeks. "It's Chrysolite!" he said, balling his fists, his voice breaking as he forgot to try and deepen it. When Erii laughed even harder, he started thumping his oversized tail against the dumpster. "Shut up!"
"Alright, funny guy, that's enough," the big gryphon growled and stepped forward, swiping at Erii's hoodie. The dragon stepped back, if only because he was reeling from his guffaw, lost his balanced on his shoelaces and fell on his back, still cracking up. The gryphon gripped Erii's hoodie and dragged the boy back up to his feet, slammed him against the wall and raised his fist. "Man, I got the urge to flatten that ugly mug of yours somethin' right now. Why don'tcha shut the fuck up?"
"Hehe, cuz... I just figured out why I remember you guys!" Erii said with a confident smirk. "I think I saw you guys over on Carlton a few days ago!"
While the gryphon's scowl didn't make any noticeable change, Max's hands relaxed and his eyes grew wide and fearful. He stepped nearer to the two. "What... what do you mean, you saw us?"
"Shut up, Max," the gryphon warned.
"But, Chris, what if he saw?" Max continued, the warning unheeded.
Erii grinned even wider. "Hah, so it was you guys. God, Max, I knew you were a bitch, but I didn't think you were 'that' much of a bitch!"
"Hey, lay off him! You're making my fist real itchy," Chris growled.
"Yeah, well, maybe you should back the fuck off unless you want the whole school to know Max's... extracurricular activities."
Chris's beak curled up in a snarl, and for a moment, Erii worried if maybe he'd pushed his luck a little bit too far, but Max's paw tugged on that pulled back fist. "Please let him go, Chris... even if you beat him up, he'll just tell, and you'll get in major trouble, and I'll...." He shivered. "My mom would just move us away, and I'd never get to go outside ever again."
The gryphon shook his head. "Chris, stop it before you say somethin' you'll regret."
Max looked at Erii with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell! I'll do whatever ya ask, but don't tell on us! I...." He started shuffling his sneakers.
The dragon pushed Chris's hand away and folded his arms behind his head, his smirk never wider. "Whatever I ask, huh?" He glanced at Max, then up at Chris, then back at the red panda, who looked back at him with those brilliant green eyes. It was too much. "Okay, I got it," he said, smiling devilishly. "I want'cha to do to me what'cha did to him a few days ago."
Max's mouth hung open and even Chris recoiled slightly. "You... you want me t-to what?" The red panda stammered, his voice coughing and cracking. The boy fiddled with his paws and looked up at Chris, who looked back at him. "I... I don't know, it's just...."
"Well, guess ya don't mind the whole school knowin', then," Erii said as a matter of fact.
The red panda flattened his ears and looked up at Chris. "Hey, I tried to stop ya. You know what I say about keepin' your word. Ya said it, yafollow through with it." The gryphon shrugged his shoulders. "Nothin' I can do about it now."
"Yeah, but," Max swallowed before he started edging forward. He sank to his knees, unable to look up and meet Erii eye-to-eye. His paws worked at the clasp of Erii's gradient cloth belt, fumbling with it for almost ten seconds before it finally opened. His breath was cut short the moment he saw a flash of magenta; Erii's briefs. "I don't know about this," he whined.
"Oh, stop bitchin' and catch a whiff," the dragon snorted, grabbing Max's head, his fingers lacing through that curly hair, and tugging him closer until his nose was pressed firmly against his crotch. Glancing down at Max, Erii could see where the cream-colored portions of the red panda's cheeks had flushed, and the boy's squirms weren't that of protest. "C'mon, get to it. Longer ya stall, longer ya get to smell my crotch, though I guess that's what'cha want, huh?"
"S-shut up, Erii!" Max whined, but he couldn't deny that the scent wafting from those drawers were doing strange things to him. It wasn't like Chris's scent, not nearly as thick, but it was still intoxicating, and it was all Max could do to keep from losing himself. His fingers curled around the white band of Erii's briefs and tugged them down, the rising tension from the dragon's hardon echoing the quickening of the red panda's own breath and heartbeat. Max bit his lower lip nervously; already he could tell that the dragon was well gifted.
The sound of shifting metal caught the boys' attention, and they turned to see Chris hoisting himself up, sitting on top of the dumpster's lid, propping up a knee and resting on it. "Have fun," he said, looking out towards the entrance of the alley. "I'll make sure no one comes down here and... interrupts you two."
"Chris, I..." Max started to say, but Erii forced his head back into his crotch. The red panda's fingers slipped, and Erii's dick sprung to life, flicking a bead of pre on to Max's nose. The scent was overpowering, and Max felt his mouth start to water. He was ashamed of the tingles that ran through his body, of how his fur was standing on end. It was humiliating that someone who'd teased him, who'd been one of the jackasses who stood, watched and laughed as his head got shoved into a toilet bowl and flushed, had him salivating at the thought of being able to take that absolutely gorgeous purple and red-fleshed cock. The head was unlike anything he'd ever seen before, slightly more angular and flared, and the shaft was thick and meaty. A needy moan slipped from his lips before he could even control himself. Max started squirming, his own pants tight and bulging, his ringed tail thrashing about, triggered by the clenching of his rump.
"C'mon, dude, get to it," Erii cooed, nudging Max's head ever closer until his tiny black nose rubbed against the flesh of his dick.
Something clicked inside of Max, as if a switch were flicked from on to off. His eyes glazed over slightly, and his once timid paws became more adventurous, gripping Erii's jeans and using them to steady and balance himself. His tongue flashed out, drawing up along the length of the dragon's cock. Erii groaned; Max's tongue was like wet velvet; soft, textured yet slick. His tongue curled around his head as if it had a mind of its own.
"Fuck, dude..." Erii moaned, placing both his hands on Max's head, massaging the boy's head and ears. He grew even louder when Max drew the tip of his cockhead into his muzzle, pinching his lips around it, and bobbing lightly. The dragon's tail whipped about, the blue tuft at the end scraping against the wall.
He couldn't resist. Erii tightening his grip and slammed his hips forward, plunging his cock into the warm depth's of Max's muzzle, making the boy gag and choke in surprise. He could hear the red panda's muffled protests, but that only excited him even more, and he face-fucked the boy even harder, until the tip of his cockhead bludgeoned against the back of Max's throat. Max pushed back, but Erii was clearly the stronger of the two, and despite the frantic flailing of his paws, he failed to do anything other than try not to gag even more.
Max's jaw started to grow sore, expedited by the most unusual of features. The underside of Erii's dick had started to swell in three places; just after the head, in the middle of the shaft and closer to the base; the formation of not one, but three rudimentary knots. After a final thrust, Erii finally let go of the boy, and he fell backwards, his face flushed. "Holy fuck, dude," the dragon panted, wrapping his fingers around the shaft. "I didn't think you'd get me going this much!"
The red panda wiped away the drool and slobber from his muzzle, blushing heavily. His entire face ached, but he was so horny, he couldn't stand it. He looked up at Chris with pleading eyes. When the gryphon merely shrugged, he reached out and tugged on Erii's pant leg. "Erii..." he whined, squirming where he sat. "I-I want more."
"Sorry, dude, with these knots out, I'm gonna need more than a muzzle," Erii explained through panting breaths, his fingers working each one of his knots, kneading and massaging them.
"I wasn't meaning that," Max whined after a moment's hesitation. The boy bit his lip again and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. The tent in his pants had become painful. "I mean," he started, his cheeks burning. He shuffled a bit. "I mean...."
"You want me to fuck ya?" Max nodded, dizzy from the amount of blood rushing to his cheeks. "Right out here?"
The red panda nodded again. "Y-yeah...."
Erii let go of his cock. A tiny stream of pre was steadily dribbling from his cockhead and pooling on the ground. He licked at the small amount that was on his hand. "Heh...alright." He nodded, then smirked. "I'll fuck you if you beg for it."
Max paled. "W-what?"
"Beg for it," Erii said plainly. "If ya want it so badly, I wanna hear it."
"You're kidding, right?" He looked back towards Chris and found the gryphon looking at him expectantly. "Aww, man... do I really gotta?" The cream-colored streaks on his cheeks were scarlet.
"Well, no, but if you wanna get fucked, then yeah, you really gotta!" Erii's voice rose as he mocked Max's higher voice.
Max glared at a dragon through a scrunched up face, his curly hair a complete mess. He chewed on the inside of his cheeks, and his chest burned with embarrassment. This was way worse than any swirlie. "I want..." he started slowly, dropping his eyes and focusing on a spot on the ground. "You...." This was the guy that had painted over all the pieces he'd spent hours putting up. "To...." This was the guy who'd bumped his lunch tray back in middle school and got mashed potatoes all over his shirt. "T-to...."
This was the guy who, for the longest time, he'd had a stupid crush on. What was he supposed to say? How could he tell him that he'd wanted to be friends from the moment he first saw the dragon way back in elementary? How could he explain that the main reason he wanted to be tougher was so Erii would think he was cool? How could he say that he'd held out being with Chris just for the microscopic chance that Erii might be his first? "Just fuck me, okay? Please?" His loins ached with need to the point that he was certain he was going to cry.
The dragon stepped closer to the other boy and put his hands on Max's shoulders. "You're such a bitch," he said with a grin before pushing Max until his back lay on to the ground. Erii's fingers worked quickly and confidently, far from the clumsiness that Max's own paws displayed earlier. He stripped the boy by grabbing on to his shorts' waistband and tugging, pulling both them and his underwear down to his knees. "You ever have sex before?"
Max shook his head and curled a paw to his chest while the other fumbled to adjust his glasses. "N-no..." he admitted, though he didn't go any further than that. His own dick, dark colored and a half and a third the length of Erii's, and not even a half the girth, was thoroughly covered in pre. The foreskin was pulled back, and when Erii drew his thumb over the head, Max gasped, seeing stars. The dragon wrapped his hand around Max's cock, masturbating him with a few quick pumps, until his hand was thoroughly coated. "What... what're you doing?" the red panda whimpered, barely able to speak without breaking out into a chorus of moans and whimpers.
"Lubing up! Unless, ya wanna go dry," Erii said, removing his hand from Max's dick and shifting over to his rump. His narrow fingers eased between the red panda's pert cheeks, smearing Max's own pre against the tight pink rosebud nestled under soft fur. The pre let him slide a finger deep inside the panda, and Erii chuckled when he curled it up, and Max arched his back. "I can't believe a cocksucker like you's really a virgin," he teased.
Max started to retort, but he was caught off guard when Erii ducked between his legs, his shorts forming a sort of saddle on his back. His cheeks started flushing again, but this time he found himself drawn into Erii's rich blue eyes, and he couldn't look away. 'I never thought it'd be like this...' he thought to himself. Erii hooked his arms around Max's legs and tugged the boy closer, forcing his hips off the ground. "B-be gentle?" he asked.
Erii grinned mischievously. "Ya didn't beg like I asked," he said, and Max's eyes went wide. The red panda opened his mouth to plead, but the only sound that came out was a lascivious moan when Erii's flared tip pressed against his rosebud and preceded to spread him open. Max tried to close up, to pull his legs in, but he was locked in place, helpless while his ass was penetrated by the dribbling two-toned cock. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" the dragon crooned, pressing his dick into the delicious warmth of the red panda's rump.
In truth, he wanted to dive in, to hilt the little bitch, but he only wanted to fuck the kid, not ruin him. The first of his knots slipped past Max's ring, eliciting only a small yelp and whimper. The second caused the boy to squeeze down on him. "Oww, fuck... oww..." Max whined, gritting his teeth as Erii pushed in towards the third. The dragon's long violet and red tongue lolled out of his mouth, and little drips of drool rolled off his tongue and splattered against Max's glasses. His chucks skidding on the ground as he wiggled his rump, tightened his grip on the red panda's shoulders and started fucking him for real.
He used short thrusts, pulling out until his second knot started tugging on Max's ring, then pushing back in, and then repeating, over and over, faster and faster. The more Max yelped, whimpered and moaned, the harder he went, until he was no longer using short thrusts and his second knot slipped out and back in with a pop. "Gettin' close," he grunted, his movements becoming more pronounced and erratic.
A shadow loomed over him, and Erii tensed mid-thrust when a hand grabbed his tail. He looked back, shocked, to see Chris, completely naked, grinding up against him, sporting an erection that put his own to shame; meaty and sporting a ridged double-knot. "W-what the hell?"
"Consider this payment," the gryphon said as he dropped Erii's pants down to his knees. "Marking over our territory, teasing my little brother and fucking him in front of me; you didn't think I was just gonna stand by and watch, did'ya?"
"Well, yeah, kinda?" Erii said amongst his panting, with more than a hint of snark, but with Max's legs holding him down as they were, he couldn't even stand. "You were s'posed to be watchin' out for...." His ears folded back as he felt the thick, blunt head of Chris's cock slide underneath his tail, grinding against him for a few seconds before the gryphon pushed forward. "Oh, fuck! God...dammit!" Erii cursed, dropping his head and bracing himself by digging his fingers into Max's shoulders. The two boys both cried out; as Chris pushed deeper, sinking inch upon inch of his lengthy shaft into Erii's rump, the dragon was forced ever deeper into Max. Within moments, Erii's third knot grinded against the red panda's ring and right when Chris started to thrust, it sank into him, tying him to the dragon.
It was too much for Max to take. His back arched, but he had nowhere to go, and his ass clenched around the three progressively thicker knots that filled him and locked him down. He could feel each and every thrust Chris made, light or hard. His dripping loins could take no more, and he felt a rush of pleasure as everything around him exploded with pleasure and sensitivity. His cock erupted, shooting out a thick glob of cum that splattered against Erii's hoodie, high enough to wet his own chin.
Between having fully knotted someone for the first time ever and having them orgasm around him, Erii was not far from the same point. His body rocked back against Chris, the gryphon's hips slapping against his own. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Sure, maybe he'd played around with some toys once, but the few times he'd had sex, he was always on top, and none of them had been able to handle anything past the first knot.
"Ya know," Chris grunted, his hands wrapped around Erii's waist, "for someone who calls others a bitch all the time, you make a pretty good cocksleeve yourself." Erii tried to grunt out a retort, but the gryphon smacked his hand against the dragon's thigh, making him yelp. "Yeah, that's right. You're a natural bitch. You're taking it like a champ."
"F-fuck you, dude," Erii panted, but Chris rewarded his insult by near doubling his speed. The dragon dropped his head, burying it into Max's chest, squeezed his eyes tightly and just howled while his body went crazy. His balls pulled up into his body, and despite trying to hold out, he erupted, his hot cum jetting deep into Max's bowels. At the same time, Chris reached over, grabbed Erii's shoulders, and slammed his hips forward, sinking the whole of his shaft, knot and all, into the dragon's ass, the sudden tightness triggering his own orgasm. He started to grind up against the dragon, working his knot deep into the boy, milking more of Erii's seed into Max.
The three of them laid there, behind the dumpster in the alleyway, gasping and panting. Chris was the first to move, pulling himself free without waiting for his knot to soften, much to Erii's chagrin. With that pop, a flood of cum rushed out, seeping out of the fur dragon's slightly gaping hole, running down his thighs and soaking his jeans. Several minutes passed before Erii could muster the strength to do the same. He groaned, his body aching, as he tugged, his shrinking knots slipping out of Max with only a little squeak from the barely conscious red panda.
Finally free, he unhooked himself from Max's legs and fell backwards, glancing down at his softening slick cock and his cum-soaked tail. "Holy hell, dude..." he said, breathlessly, resting back on his arms.
Chris dressed himself quickly before kneeling down next to Max. The red panda groaned, groggy for a second, before realization smacked him across the face. "Crap, crap, crap..." he started blubbering, holding his paws over his forehead. "Please don't tell! Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?"
"Hey, stop that," the gryphon chided softly, wrapping his arms around the boy and helping him up to his feet. "You had fun, didn't you? And besides, I was looking out for you. Nothing bad was going to happen." The gryphon glanced towards Erii with a wary glance. "And you're not going to say anything, right?"
Erii smirked and sat up. "I dunno, what answer lets me get to fuck him again?" When Chris's feathers bristled, Erii held up his hand, shaking it. "Hey, hey, dude, I was just kidding! We're all friends, right? No need to be all serious, right?"
"We're friends?" Max spoke up, questioning and surprised, a sparkle gleaming in his once sullen, lust-addled eyes..
"Yeah, totally!"
Max grinned and looked up at Chris. The gryphon gave Erii a skeptical glance but didn't dispute anything. "You all dressed, Max?" When the red panda nodded, Chris rubbed behind Max's ear. "Let's get'cha home, then. I need a shower." They turned to walk off, but just before they turned, Chris turned and shouted a warning. "Hey. Don't fuck with Max."
The second they left line of sight, a grin spread across Erii's face. He started to dress himself, biding his time, and the moment he was certain they were out of earshot, he erupted into laughter. "Whatta couple of bitches," he snickered after finally regaining control of himself. Don't fuck with Max, he'd said? Hah, fuck that, he'd finally found a reason to stay in school.