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Topsy groaned quietly as he woke up. A quiet huff came from the threehorn bull as he stretched out on his his side. The big male frowned a bit as sunlight managed to cut through the heavy fern that screened his sleeping spot. It was far too early if you asked him. Well, maybe he was just starting to get too old to be up this early every day. The fact that he was getting older was a factor. He was still a bull in his prime though. More than capable of facing down the biggest, meanest predators. Able to drive them off, lead his herd, protect his lands, and woo his mate.

Speaking of which, Tria was up and active. Well, at the very least she was active, judging from the steady slurping coming from the female. He held back his groan as her tongue bathed over his cock. She pulled back and let her tongue dance over his tip. The cow's agile, powerful tongue traced the spiral of his tip before sliding back down. Readily taking him deep into her maw with a deeper hum.

"Moooom, he's touching me!"

"I am not!"

Topsy groaned as Tria chuckled around his member. She pulled back and ran her tongue over the bull's tip, "calm down, Mommy will be out there in a minute." The cow sighed and started to stand.

He opened an eye, "Not gonna finish?"

She shook her head and breathed out a quiet laugh, "Not unless you want the young ones to come spilling in here and interrupt us." Tria let her tail sway behind her. Sunlight rippled off her rich, pink hide as the threehorn cow cast a glance back with a smile. "I mean, if you want," her thick tail swayed up to reveal lips that glistened in the early light, "but I know how you are when you're distracted."

Tria gave him a few seconds to think before she swung her tail down. "Besides," she almost purred, "I like it when you're a little pent up. Makes you aggressive." Topsy started to close his eyes and grumble, but a shuffle caught his attention. Something warm bumped against his nose horn and the scent of his mate filled his senses. His eyes shot open, the male going cross-eyed as he started at her backside. Swollen vent spread against his nose horn. Tria whispered out the sweetest of moans before stepping away. "That'll tide you over until you get done with patrols."

A deep grumble came from the older male. He tried to roll over and get back to sleep. Just a couple more minutes. Except, much like him, that was exceedingly hard. Seriously, it was like having a log propping his side up. Not to mention the juices that lingered on his horn. Tria's excited aroma filled his nose with each huff. Wasn't long before his cock was throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Begging to be buried into the female.

Except he couldn't do that with the kids around. Sure, they knew what sex was. Couldn't go anywhere in the valley without finding someone either getting ready or mid-rut. He'd stumbled over trying to describe it to his young ones. Blessed be Tria, she had stepped in and gently explained it to them in terms they could handle. Didn't mean that he was ready to give them a demonstration. Certainly wouldn't keep his partner from teasing him about it either.

Well, he wasn't getting back to sleep at this rate.

Topsy heaved a groan and rolled to all fours. He could hear Tria getting their kids organized. Of course, he could wander out there, greet them a bit, and the like, but... well he was hanging a bit low. Last thing he wanted was one of the kids asking what that was between daddy's legs. Not to mention he needed to get Tria's scent off his nose.

"I'm off to do patrols," he called through the brush, "Listen to your mother and stay out of trouble." Calls of okay and admissions of love sounded through the fern. Topsy found himself smiling as he turned and pushed through the brush. While their nesting site was near water, he wanted to avoid people. Which meant pushing through a bit of undergrowth and moving away from his family a bit. He blinked, thinking about where the others were and who would be up. The bull sighed, realizing he had to go a bit further abroad for some water. If he wanted to avoid people that is.

Fuck.

To make matters worse, he'd have to stay away from the trails. Something he could readily do, but as he walked, the ferns and other underbrush would tickle along his belly. Not just his belly either, but up along his cock. The male shivered as the light touches teased him. Each step made his bulk sway, cock swinging from side to side. Soft leaves tickled his belly and stroked his cock. The supple green so soft and gentle it made him shiver. The male let out a breathy huff and narrowed his eyes. His mood soured a bit as his cock leapt up to crack off his belly. Tip flared and dripping precum to the plants underneath.

When he got back to the nest, the things he would do to his mate. Oh he knew this is exactly what she'd wanted. It's why she'd teased and rubbed against his horn. She wanted him to plough her right into the ground. To leave that pink hide red and stinging from the impact of his bulk against hers. He loved it too, but didn't meant that he was happy about it.

It wasn't far to a free bit of water. Mere minutes of walking to get there. Yet he couldn't remember a time where he'd had such difficulty making such a short trip. Ferns and leaves tickled his cock. Teasing him like countless green fingers. Each one almost curled against his cock. His spiral tip flared and thick member pulsed with pent up lust.

He did his best to ignore it. However, as a male, one was often keenly aware of when things touched your manhood. Just as one was aware of an excited female nearby. He tried to breath through his mouth, not wanting to inhale Tria's scent more than he could. That, paired with just waking up, made him lick his lips. Which was a larger mistake, since he got a stronger taste of his mate. Topsy shivered, grumbled, and swore he was going to leave Tria dripping by the time he was done with her.

Exactly what they both wanted.

Water rippled nearby, drawing the male in with its seductive burbling. Topsy plunged in with a low grunt. The shock of the cold water raced through his form. Gut clenched and cock lifted with a muted smack. He gasped from the chill of it before burying his head. The big bull stood there for a long moment, frozen in place as the water washed over him from nose to tail.

The weather had been turning colder. Days growing shorter. The season of ice was coming upon them. The valley protected them, but it didn't keep the water warm. Topsy could feel his body growing numb. More importantly, he could feel his manhood retreating back into his vent. The raging wildfire of his lustful intent cooled by that chill. At least for a little while. Long enough for him to do his patrols. He could focus on them for the moment.

Topsy's body was stinging by the time he climbed out of the water. A shiver rippled across his thick hide, but the male put it aside. Cold limbs stretched out before the male took to the trails. Head on a swivel as he looked for anything amiss. Wouldn't take him long to check the valley. Never did. All the adults shared in the task of checking how secure they were. Granted, a few things slipped his notice now and then. Mostly the biters. They were small, fast, and able to get through places that the larger sharpteeth couldn't. Even the kids could handle them though.

No, what he was most worried about was the ones like Redclaw. The large, dangerous sharpteeth. If any of them spotted the children... Well, the kids had managed to slip away from the more dangerous predators before. He didn't like it though. Far too large of a risk. No, it was better that he search the area and make sure such threats stayed outside of the valley.

Patrols were a good time to relax. Well, half-relax. A lot of the time was walking from one point to another. Plenty of opportunity to let his mind wander. Gaze casually sweeping the forest, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Topsy turned his head to the wind and took a deep breath. Green, cool, earthy, and... something sharp pricked at his senses.

Topsy froze mid-step and took another sniff. Too late, the wind had shifted away from him. The bull frowned and turned his head, sniffing again. That sharp aroma could have only come from a sharptooth. That piercing, angry musk of blood and death. He growled and pawed at the ground, lowering his head as he started forward. His mind was racing, trying to figure out where the sharptooth could be. A scent that strong, it had to be close. Yet he couldn't hear anything. Had to be nearer the entrance.

Lip curled back in a silent snarl as he warily traveled up the path. The male kept his head on a swivel. Freezing at any odd noise. Waiting, biding his time, then moving up.

Took what felt like ages to make it to the valley's entrance. The wind was stronger here. Whipping along the wall and racing past him. Topsy's eyes narrowed as the smell practically blasted him. Yeah, that was a sharptooth up ahead. The male ground his teeth, squared his shoulders, and moved forward.

He was a threehorn bull in his prime. There wasn't a creature out there that could challenge him head on. A lesser experienced male might have charged forward, bellowing a challenge. Topsy had won many battles, and he knew this land. The forest path was narrow and the sides were heavily overgrown. If he got attacked here, it'd either be from the front or the rear. If the biters were here, then they could attack from the sides. He was large though, and catching one of them between his side and a tree? Well that spelled their end. Up ahead, the path would open up more and give a sharptooth like Redclaw more room to maneuver. If Topsy was caught in the open, then it'd be trouble. Meaning his choices were fight in the forest, or push forward to the valley's entrance. Both were fairly narrow and would help him more.

Pressing forward, the male stopped and surveyed the area before him. Then froze. Yeah, Redclaw was up there and waiting for him. Not in the way he'd expected though.

The large male had apparently tried to sneak into the valley, perhaps sometime last night. Except he'd gotten a surprise from a rock slide. Heavy rocks trapped the sharptooth against one side of the valley's entrance. A heavy log lay across his back, pinning him down. As Topsy stared, the sharptooth grumbled low in his throat and slammed his tail on the ground. Large, powerful legs kicked against the rocks. Gouges on the stone showed the sharptooth's futile efforts to extract himself.

A grin spread over Topsy's maw as he snorted. Served him right. Predators didn't belong in the Valley. Here it was, The Great Valley itself defending its inhabitants. By all rights he should turn around and just walk away. Leave the Sharptooth to his fate. Though that came with the issue of, what if he got free? Then they'd still have a sharptooth roaming their valley. Topsy could free him, but then he'd have to fight the predator. Certainly didn't want to just drive his horn into Redclaw. Such a thing would make him feel dirty. He couldn't wait around all day. Not with Tria back at the nest, waiting on him.

He sighed as thoughts of his mate rapidly returned to the lustful memories. Focus, he growled at himself. The bull shook his head and tried to draw his attention back to the predator before him. _Need to handle this first._As his attention drifted back to Redclaw, the sharptooth's tail cracked off the ground. As it swung up, Topsy got an idea. A wicked smile crawled across his lips.

Redclaw growled dejectedly. How on earth had he wound up like this. Countless attempts to enter the valley had been thwarted by fate, by other dinos, and by the biter's ineptitude. Honestly, he should have eaten them some time ago. Lips curled back as he snarled quietly. Perhaps they would prove useful and come around to free him. His predicament wouldn't be nearly as bad if it weren't for that tree that had him wedged in place.

The mighty Redclaw growled low in his throat and narrowed his eyes. Short arms pressed against the ground as his heavy legs kicked. Toes scraped off boulders for the umpteenth time. He didn't need much, just a little room to breathe and...

Something nudged his tail.

Redclaw's growl froze in his throat as the nudge came again. Had one of the biters come to find him? Perhaps one of the leaf eaters that had bested him so many times. They seemed rather compassionate, for dumb animals that is. Bad enough that his food had managed to escape him countless times? Now he was going to be saved by one?

Hot breath puffed against his rear, dangerously close to his vent. "Yes," he grumbled in his sharptooth tongue, "I'm trapped. Have a good laugh, Stupid creature." Teeth ground as he kicked again, trying to find a way to get his feet under him. Maybe if he could...

Something wet slapped against his vent.

His spine went rigid as the wet warmth vanished, only to return a second later. Another slow, deliberate lick. He was honestly surprised enough that he was frozen for a moment. Leg stretched out mid-kick and tail quivering. "What are you..." Another lick. This one spread his vent enough to tease his insides. Redclaw's gut lurched as the tongue dove deeper into him. "H-Hey!" he snarled.

Topsy snorted as the sharptooth grumbled and snarled. "Yeah, go ahead and snarl all you want." The threehorn rolled his head, "Dumb thing probably doesn't even know what's happening to it." he snorted a laugh, "Wonder how many times you've rutted, hmm?" He rolled his head and licked slowly. "Probably plenty of times, but one wonders how many times was on accident." Topsy grinned and pushed his tongue deeper, making the sharptooth's cloaca glisten with his saliva. He grinned at that thought, "Whoops, I'm on top of a female and it feels good. Bet you didn't even last long. Well..." Topsy took a step back and looked over the trapped sharptooth. "Let me show you how a _real_male does it."

Redclaw's cheeks were flushed as the cudchewer behind him kept at it. The sharptooth bit back a groan as the tongue probed deeper before retreating. "W-what?" he huffed at the grunting, lowing creature, "got the taste of a real male and backed off?" The sharptooth snorted, "Lucky I didn't get hard. Would have scared you off..."

A weight came down on him. The threehorn braced his bulk against the rocks and moved higher. Each step bringing him further along the sharptooth. Redclaw grunted, then groaned as the weight drove the breath from his lungs. He tried to twist, bring his feet under himself, but his tail smacked helplessly against the threehorn's bulky side. Redclaw's feet kicked helplessly as he tried to turn himself back around. The motion only serving to heave Topsy up. A throaty grunt being driven from the threehorn before he landed on the tree, pressing it down against the pinned sharptooth.

Then he felt it.

That heavy, burning hot weight that smacked off the base of his tail. Redclaw's eyes went wide as the threehorn rocked his hips back. Precum smeared over his haunch and down, tracing the curve of his thick tail before lancing up under. Topsy was experienced alright. He'd fucked most of the adults in the Valley in his time, he knew how to handle someone that was in an awkward position. His little oral exploration had been for more than just getting Redclaw ready. No no, he needed to know where the other male's cloaca was.

Heavy flesh met the male's vent with a sharp smack. Redclaw's eyes widened as a snarl started to break free. The sound started as a warning hiss, but broke into a shocked yelp as the threehorn hunched and rammed his weight against the predator. Flesh clenched against the invasion, but Topsy was strong. That bulk nothing by armor and muscle. His mighty hinds dug into the ground as he powered forward.

Redclaw's maw hung open in shock as Topsy lurched over him. The bull's thick cock pounded deep into Redclaw's vent. A pained groan broke free of the sharptooth's maw as it slipped up into his body. Stomach bulging as the threehorn's manhood jabbed his own. Redclaw's cock pulsed against the new sensation. Throbbing as the cock ground against his flesh. His cheeks flushed a bright red as the threehorn rocked over him. Precum from the male spilled into his slit, coating his own length.

The tree creaked and groaned as the large, bulky male shifted his weight. "Kinda shallow aren't you?" Topsy grunted. He knew full well what he was poking against. A wiry smile crawled over the bull's maw as he rocked his hips. Just nudge and probe, let the sharptooth get hard. He loved the feel of a male's cock getting nice and stiff. Trying to fight its way past his cock as he teased. Of course with a single vent, there was no where for it to go. He grinned and let out a grumble.

Eyes narrowing as he began to thrust faster. Quick, shallow bucks that made his cock jab and probe the sharptooth's manhood. He could feel it throb against him. The predator's thick precum adding to the mix that was already coating his cock. Each thrust was met with an increasingly wet squelch as the bull hunched forward. "That's it," Topsy grumbled, "feels good don't it?"

Redclaw snarled, jaw clenched tight enough that Topsy could see the muscles quivering. "Oh yeah, you love it," the bull grunted with a grin. He shifted slightly over the pinned sharptooth, "If you love that, just you wait until I..."

Lips curled back in a silent snarl as the sharptooth twisted his head around. This dumb beast was grunting and panting over him. Had to be mocking him somehow, he just knew it. The things were too dumb to speak, but he knew that look in its eye. That mocking glint that he knew too well. He'd worn the expression countless times before. Somehow, and he wasn't sure how, this beast knew exactly what it was doing.

Fucker was turning him own too. Redclaw's lips curled back as he tried to growl a warning. The sound lost some of its bite as he broke into a moan. The threehorn pulled back and he breathed a sigh or relief. The bull had fucked him pretty hard, making his own cock age. Embarrassingly, Redclaw realized that he was getting pretty turned on by it. His cock strained against the threehorn's as it pulled away. He ground his teeth and glanced down. Watching the bulge in his gut move lower as the male withdrew.

Then slammed deep.

Redclaw's eyes shot wide as he called out, throwing his head back and thrashing some. Topsy hissed in triumph as he hunched over the sharptooth. He basked in the feel of Redclaw's tight anus clenching around his cock. The male's cock surged, trying to press past Topsy's as the bull ground his heavy hide against the sharptooth's body.

Topsy drew back and hammered in again. His thickness spreading the male wide in ways he'd never experienced before. Redclaw barked out a shocked roar and clawed at the ground. There wasn't a great deal he could do though. His eyes just rolled back as the threehorn began to hammer him.

Deep, throaty grunts came from the bull as he narrowed his eyes. Topsy hooked his forelimbs over the tree and kept pounding away. Everything from that morning getting unleashed onto the trapped male under him. Redclaw's cries only made it that much nicer. The embarrassed and flustered calls edging towards lusty the more their bodies met. Redclaw wasn't wasn't the first male he'd fucked. Certainly wouldn't be the last. The way that the predator was squirming made Topsy wonder if he'd ever dreamt of having another male under his tail. Though, judging from just how tight he was, he was certain that he was a virgin.

Claws dug into the ground as the sharptooth somehow managed to get his feet under him. He tried to push up and back, but that only served to drive his rear back into the threehorn. Cheeks flushed hot as the motion sparked a memory. The way he pushed back was not unlike how a female would push into his own lap. Fucking hell, what was that plant-eating bastard thinking now? That he was some eager female to be rutted?

"That's a good fucking cow!" Topsy bellowed as he arched. Using his bulk to force that tail higher as he stepped in. He really dug into each thrust. Absolutely pounding the sharptooth with shallow, bone-jarring thrusts. It wasn't long before Redclaw's ass began to sting from the pounds. His own cock throbbing from the unexpected pleasure.

The once mighty hunter was reduced to a panting, whimpering mess as the threehorn continued to rut him. Redclaw liked to think that he was fairly adept at sex. Where he would haven finished and pulled out, this male just kept pounding. He felt a strange tightness in his gut. Not unlike when he was ready to fill a female with his seed. Yet, he was the one being pounded. Redclaw clenched his jaw and groaned. Hips jerked back, his tail smacking off the threehorn's body. Not in an effort to get the male off him, but rather as a response to how good it felt.

He couldn't help himself.

Eyes rolled back as the sharptooth called out. His body jerked under the threehorn as his peak his. Rear clenched hard around the cock as his own seed began to flood his belly. His thick, hearty cream filled his vent, pooling about his own cock. Soon it began to drip out around the threehorn's thick breeder. Spilling onto the ground and drooling over his legs.

That's what he was waiting on. "Oh fuck yeah," Topsy huffed and drove forward. While he could go on far longer, he didn't want to be out here all day. The feeling of the sharptooth's thick cum was rather nice as it pooled around his base. Making each thrust that much easier than the last. He stepped in, forcing the male's legs to spread wider. Thrusts cam hard, fast, just railing his partner before...

"Fffff, take it all!" he called out and arched. The threehorn's mighty testes unloading every bit of pent up seed he had. Redclaw's warbling call lifted into a shocked noise as his rear was flooded by that warmth. Once again, Redclaw through he was rather productive. Often leaving his partners with a lovely trace of seed leaking from their vents. But this cudchewer? He was putting out enough seed to leave Redclaw's gut swollen. The male groaned and clenched his teeth. Panting hard as his insides clenched and trembled. That thick, viscous cum soon leaking out of his tightly stretched cloaca. It dripped down his thighs and rained down on the ground with a heavy plip-plop of virile seed.

Daddy Topps panted atop the pinned predator. His head hanging as he grinned. "How'd that feel?" Topsy huffed and grinned. He leaned down and gave the male's shoulder a sharp bite before rearing, "Took it like a good cow." The bulky male slid off and down. His cock slipped back and out. Coming free with a heavy Schlorpop, unleashing a torrent of cum in its wake.

Redclaw slumped with a vacant look in his eyes. Only just able to pant as he tried to process what happened there. The male shivered at the feel of that absolute mess drooling down from his stretched, ruined vent. The wind shifted, bringing him the scent of that male and seed that clung to him. He'd been marked now, seeded by a cudchewing threehorn. It would take a lot of scrubbing and soaking to get the male's seed out of him. Even then, he felt that the scent would linger for days to come.

"Urrrngffff!" a deep grunt sounded from the threehorn. Redclaw glanced back as the log shifted. The bull used his bulk to shove a rock aside so he could move in. Easily lifting the dead fall that had trapped Redclaw for countless hours. The bull threw his head, casting the trunk aside. Then he stared down at Redclaw, snorted, and threw his head towards the path. His intent clear as crystal. Leave.

A low growl rolled up the sharptooth's throat as he stood. Redclaw turned to glare down at the threehorn. Lips curled back to reveal his dangerous teeth. The cudchewer narrowed his eyes in response and lowered his head. Challenge showing strong in his eyes. He was ready to go if Redclaw wished to press matters. The shame of what just happened dripped down his thighs, making the male shiver again. Redclaw just snorted and turned, trudging away.

"Yeah," Topsy snorted, "better leave." He waited until the predator was out of sight before turning to venture back into the valley.

Imagine his surprise when he stumbled across the predator a few days later.

Topsy was back out on his patrols, checking over the valley again. He'd felt great for the last couple days. Tria had been more than happy to see him. Not to mention more than eager to pick up where she'd left off. He'd given her a good rut, though not with the same volume as usual. Though if she'd noticed she didn't say anything. With that look of bliss he'd left her with? Seemed she had fun.

Now he found himself staring down the sharptooth again. Redclaw stood mere feet from where he'd been trapped. He stared down at Topsy with a slight snarl. Lips curled back to show off those fangs of his. Topsy fixed him with a narrow-eyed glare of his own. Head down and horns brought to bare.

Except rather than charge, Redclaw shifted about nervously. The male seemed almost hesitant, nervous even. Topsy fixed him with a glare, waiting. He could stay here all day if needed. His kids were back safe in the valley, Tria had been well seeded, and he had nothing else going on. The sharptooth was behaving oddly though. Something about the way he shuffled from one foot to the other. It reminded Topsy less of the confident predator and more... of a young buck waiting for his first rut.

He couldn't believe he was doing this. Redclaw narrowed his eyes down at the cudchewer. A couple days ago this male had taken advantage of him. Forcefully bred Redclaw and treated him like a hen. He'd come back to the valley to get his vengeance. Yet when he saw the threehorn yesterday, there had been a nervous flutter in his gut. His breath had gotten shorter and his vent swelled with excitement. Naturally, he'd retreated to think about it. Try to figure out just why his body was reacting like that.

Between that and the dreams he'd been having, there was only on conclusion. He'd enjoyed it.

Which of course was all bullshit. No way had he, the great Redclaw, enjoyed what that grass-eating threehorn had done to him. He hadn't dreamt of it. Only to wake up sporting an erection of such strength that he could've fucked a hole in a rock. Even now, he wasn't standing there with a nervous flutter in his stomach as he looked at the male. With that heavy, grassy scent invading his senses.

Fuck.

Topsy watched warily as the sharptooth shifted. Claws scraped off the ground as he grumbled and growled. His tone very angry sounding, but also strangely resigned. The sharptooth fixed him with a glare, a snarl, and turned away. Well, color him surprised. He didn't expect his little lesson to actually drive the predator away. Should do that more often, if he could arrange it. Though it had only been pure luck that he'd found the sharptooth trapped like that.

Except Redclaw wasn't leaving. He shuffled back towards the rocks, glared at Topsy again, and leaned forward. Claws scraped over the rock as he tried to position himself. Body leaning forward as his tail swung up and to the side.

Well that was a surprise. Topsy perked up a bit as he looked at the predator. Even from a good distance away, he could see that the male's vent was swollen with excitement. As he watched, a bit of the male's precum began to drip down. The sharptooth huffed deeply and looked back at him with a growl. Feet shuffling before stepping apart. He bumped his hips back and uttered a throaty huff. The bull looked around and narrowed his eyes with a curious rumble. No one else was here, so he wasn't going to get attacked from the side while he was distracted.

Redclaw huffed quietly and turned his head. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Coming back here to let some beast rut him like he was a female in heat. A low huff came from the hunter as he narrowed his eyes. Grumbling as his talons scraped over the rocks.

He cast a glance towards the male before tearing his gaze away. Cheeks flushed bright as the sharptooth shuffled. He grumbled quietly and narrowed his eyes. Still couldn't believe what he was doing. More than that, he couldn't believe how excited he was getting. His manhood was swelling with excitement over the thought of what was going to happen. Teeth ground as the male held back his groan. Redclaw clenched, trying to keep his excitement contained. Couldn't let the threehorn know just how turned on he was getting.

Not that he had to wait too much longer. The ground shook underfoot as the male approached. Redclaw could just imagine how his bulk was swaying with each step. The bull grunted out a noise as he moved in, nipping at the sharptooth's tail.

"Well, that eager for more, are we?" Topsy grinned at Redclaw's lifted tail. The male was certainly awkward. Didn't know how he should stand if he wanted to get mounted. Well, he'd learn in time. Eager as he was, Topsy still took a look around before moving up. He was understandably concerned. No reason for this creature to be here alone, much less offering himself up. Granted, Topsy knew he was an absolute stud in the rut. No reason this sharptooth wouldn't want to come around and get another.

Redclaw grumbled, his cheeks flushing deeper. He had no clue what that cudchewer was grunting and huffing about. Something about the tone felt mocking though. He was starting to get impatient. Not to mention that it was getting increasingly difficult to restrain his manhood. The sharptooth bit his bottom lip and snorted quietly. Precum spilled freely, making it harder to contain his pointed tip.

Weight came down on his haunches, nearly driving Redclaw to his knees. The male snarled and tried to push up against it. Refusing to let this prey drive him to his knees. By all rights, he should be able to support the threehorn male. They were roughly equal in size, but that male was solid as a rock. Felt like nothing of his bulk was fat. Redclaw huffed as the thick, trunk-like forelimbs curled over his thighs and jerked back. The male's bulk driving his tail up and to the side.

Cheeks flushed hotter as the male forced his tail up. Redclaw's vent stretched, bulging with the male's barely contained excitement. He barely had time to register the shift or grunt as his tip began to poke before he felt it. That heavy slap of a thick breeder against his backside. A couple jabs sent his entire body rocking as the threehorn tried to find his target. Breath caught as the male's spiral tip found his pointed. The two cocks tapped off each other, drew back, and...

"RRRRruuuuuurrrr!" Redclaw bellowed as the threehorn slammed in. Pain lanced through him. Jaws snapped shut at the shock of the massive breeder slamming his cock back into its home. Though it was quickly replaced by raw, blissful pleasure as that cock speared into his rear again. Redclaw's eyes rolled back as his small arms tried to brace off a rock. Talons scraping as he tried to keep standing.

Topsy's next thrust rocked the male under him. It was entirely different from the other day. Each thrust jarred him to the core. Heavy legs barely able to hold up under the weight of the male atop him. When Topsy pulled back, the shift nearly made Redclaw fall backwards. He had to lean forward to keep himself upright. Which that only made matters worse as the threehorn slammed forward. Momentum drove the predator forward, but the sharp tug on his hips yanked him back. All he could do was yelp and stagger.

"Steady there," Topsy grunted a laugh and drove in again. Savoring the feel of the male trying to keep on his feet under him. The threehorn couldn't keep from grinning as the sharptooth staggered and stumbled. He rolled his bulk just a little. The shift of his weight making the sharptooth tumble more. Low grumbles coming from the male. His noises of complaint broken up by Topsy's brutal thrusts.

Eyes narrowed as he rolled his head. Topsy loved this. How that tight rump was clenching around his cock. That heavy, steady smacking of his thick hide off the sharptooth's. Pair that with the shockingly sweet noises that he was coaxing from the male, and the growing scent of arousal around them? Oh it was just pure bliss to the threehorn.

Redclaw huffed and narrowed his eyes. He scrabbled to get his footing under the male. It was nearly impossible to keep up. Especially as his legs shook and quaked under him. A throaty growl came from the sharptooth as he hung his head. Huffing deep in his throat as his body arched, shook, and strained under the male. He uttered a groan and narrowed his eyes. Lips curled back in a silent snarl as his legs ached and shook. He could feel his legs getting ready to give out at any moment. It left him the choice of falling to his belly or something else.

Teeth ground as the male dropped to knees. Small forelimbs barely caught him as he breathed out a throaty huff. Insides clenched around the cock as he sank forward and narrowed his eyes. While the threehorn didn't drive him to his belly and face, it was close. He just barely managed to catch himself before driving back. A challenging growl rolled up his throat.

A grunting huff sounded from above him. So, that's what he wanted? So be it.

Relief came as the male slowed. Redclaw hung his head, gasping for air as the threehorn shuffled over him. He could feel the cock in him, throbbing and thick. His own rump clenched around the invader, pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Why had the threehorn stopped? Redclaw clearly recalled what it had been like to be filled by the male. While he could feel that warm precum filling his backside, it was missing that thick warmth.

Curiosity drove him to look back. Redclaw found himself nearly nose-to-nose with the threehorn. Topsy fixed him with a grin, the threehorn's eyes glinted with a primal savagery that made Redclaw's hide crawl with worry. Topsy held his gaze as he pulled back oh so slowly. Only stopping as his flared tip stretched the male's entrance. Then he waited, holding himself there. Redclaw became keenly aware of how his cock was nudging the male's. The throb of his own heart. The feel of that male's green, heavy breath against his nose.

Just a second before he was ready to bellow his frustration, the threehorn slammed forward. Topsy put his entire bulk into that thrust. _CRACK!_The impact of their bodies echoed off the sheer rock walls. Redclaw's eyes rolled back in his head as the male slammed him forward. He only just managed to catch himself. Topsy was already pulling back.

SMACK!!

The next thrust had even more force. Redclaw stumbled, sank, but held. He snarled and felt the male drawing back. He moved to brace himself, but Topsy pulled up short. His next blow came raining down an instant before Redclaw was ready. The sharptooth uttered a call and was driven to his belly.

"Hrrrmfff," Topsy grunted against the male as he stepped in. He didn't so much thrust as he merely let his weight drop on the other male. Using every ounce of his bulk to just fuck Redclaw into the dirt and rock of the path. Redclaw's eyes rolled back in his head a he called out. Legs shook and scrabbled off the ground at the sheer bliss of the rutting he was getting. The sharptooth ground his teeth and tried to push back. He might be loving this, but he wasn't going to just lay there and take it.

Topsy bellowed, "There you go!" as he planted all fours on the ground. "Show me how much you want it, you little sharptooth whore!" Redclaw snarled something at him, the large predator shaking under the brutal assault of the threehorn over him. He couldn't think of pressing himself up, yet he happily drove his hips back into those thrusts.

Eyes narrowed as the threehorn happily took those bucks as a challenge. He stamped and started to hammer faster. Redclaw grunted and called under him. His entire body vibrated with raw pleasure that built higher and higher until.

"Ruuuu!" came the warbling call as he came. Insides clamped hard around the invading cock as it hammered so deep. His eyes rolled back and jaws hung slack as he came. Tail cracked off Topsy's flank as he rocked and jerked. Seed happily filling the space around his own cock and coating the threehorn's member. A rod which continued to pound him. Oh fuck! He gasped and trembled, lights dancing before his eyes as the male continued to rut him. Forcing him to cum even longer. The sharptooth rapidly draining his balls into his own vent. Adding to the mess that dripped from his slit.

Only when the sharptooth had nothing left to give did the threehorn let loose. Topsy stepped in and pounded him with sharp, shallow thrusts. Heavy member throbbed and swelled with his impending climax. Topsy twisted his head and bit at the neck. Beak-like lips curled against the neck as flat teeth clamped.

Redclaw winced at the bruising force of the bite. His cheeks flushed red-hot as the male marked him as true bitch. Only then did the threehorn finish. That heavy load once again flooding his depths. His gut swelled in the space that it had. Crouched as he was, the male could feel each shot as it made his stomach bulge. Breath catching in his throat with breathy, barely contained gasps. Soon enough he began to leak again. Especially as Topsy rocked against him. Redclaw gave out fully, legs kicked out fully behind him.

Topsy huffed, grinning down at the male as he pulled out. "That," he panted, looking at the sharptooth's gaping vent; "is a well-fucked slut." He snorted a laugh and turned, walking away again. Redclaw's cheeks flushed hot as he lay there, watching the bull leave from the corner of his eyes.

Fuck. That was strangely arousing...

"You again?" Topsy sighed, trying to feel exasperated. He couldn't keep the smirk from crawling over his features again. Especially as Redclaw shuffled back and forth before him. The male snorted and turned his head away. "Just can't get enough, can you?" A growl came from the sharptooth. The sound ended in a snort as he jerked his head to the side, cheeks obviously going red.

Redclaw started to turn again, but Topsy stomped and grunted, "Hold up." The sharptooth narrowed his eyes and looked at the threehorn curiously. A curious growl started up the male's throat before he began to turn. Topsy snorted and stamped again. A jerk of his head drew the male's attention back. "Listen here, you stupid fucker." Topsy jerked his head, "This way, follow." He kept rolling his head and stalking away from the hard-packed earth and rocks. Redclaw stopped, lifted his head, and followed. "There you go," Topsy slowly lead the way down the path.

They weren't going far, just a few paces before he turned and shouldered his way through the thick underbrush. Redclaw paused, blinked, and followed with a shrug.

Didn't take long before Topsy found a wider spot. Could barely call it a clearing, but it'd do. The bull turned and pushed against the trees at the side. He nodded towards the clearing and grunted, "Better than rock, eh?"

Redclaw grumbled, but got the jist of what the creature was trying to convey. His claws idly scratched at a patch on his chest where the skin had been scraped off. Soft grass would be better than rock. His cheeks flushed as the male moved to kneel on the ground again. Powerful legs shuffling as he sank his front down. It felt very unnatural, but he was quickly getting used to it. Why his slit had already been bulging with excitement the instant he saw the threehorn. Barely even a full day since their last tryst and here he was, ready to be rutted like he was an egg-crazed female.

Topsy bumped Redclaw as he tried to settle down. In his half-kneeling position, the male couldn't help but topple over. An angered noise broke free of the sharptooth as he rolled to his side. More than ready to come up and snarl at the threehorn.

Another headbutt, Topsy mindful to use the side of his cheek, landed squarely in his gut. Redclaw gasped as the air was driven from his lungs, the male rolling further to onto his back.

The bull moved before he could recover. Wide body swing around to almost straddle Redclaw's large head. "See this?" Topsy grumbled, grinding his swollen slit against Redclaw's maw. The sharptooth froze, eyes widening as precum spread over his maw. The bull's scent filled his senses, rich and heavy. "Yeah, you like that don't you?" Topsy chuffed and ground. He rolled his hips and let his cock slowly extend from his slit. Each rock of his hips dragged his cock across the muzzle. Precum smeared across the muzzle as Topsy quickly reached full mast.

Redclaw huffed, eyes narrowing and cheeks going bright. He arched and squirmed, whimpering under his breath. Without thinking, he let his tongue flick out and lick over the cock. "Oh..." Topsy huffed, "That's a good boy." He grinned and ground over the maw. Savoring the feel of the tongue as it explored his length. Topsy made sure to grind his cock deep into the maw. A grin broke over his maw as the male gulped around his cock and jerked. "Don't you bite," Topsy grumbled and thrust into the mouth and down the throat.

He wasn't going to stay there long, there were far better ways to fuck the male. No, he just wanted Redclaw to get him nice and hard. Topsy pulled away and stepped back, rolling his head to smirk down at the male with a grumble. Redclaw's cheeks flushed as he huffed, staring up at the cock. A flex of his hips made Topsy's cock lift and crack off his belly.

Chuckling, Topsy swung around over the male. Redclaw's head rolled, trying to look up at the male. His cheek was burning hot as he squirmed. A low, needy groan rolled up his throat as he wiggled on his back. Waiting as Topsy swung over the prone male.

Topsy wasn't about to make Redclaw wait. They both rolled their heads to watch as the male's cock swung around and smacked off the sharptooth's thigh. Breath caught in his throat as the threehorn ground against him slowly. That slow, teasing press and rock of his hips. Smearing more precum over the male's hide. Topsy more than eager to mark the male with his scent.

A quick shift brought his tip to bear on the swollen vent. Topsy growled and slammed himself down. Redclaw arched with a muffled roar, clenching teeth to keep from calling out. His eyes rolled back in his head as legs kicked higher. Heels hooked over the threehorn's thighs, spread wide about the male's bulk.

Redclaw pressed his hands to Topsy's chest and arched. He arched and groaned, tail cracking off the forest floor as he drove his body up into the male over him. Eyes rolled and his head swung as the thrusts came harder, faster. He could feel the bull's breath on his neck, savored the crack of their bodies, how that cock plunged so deep into his eager ass. He loved it, craved it, hell he'd slept so soundly after their last rut it amazed him. It was beyond embarrassing to admit, but he loved this.

A growl rolled up his throat as the male hooked his legs against the bulk and pulled up. His growl deepened, "Come'on," Redclaw hissed, "Fuck me like you mean it." He arched and bit at Topsy's frill, growl dropping lower. Taking on a demanding tone.

"So that's..." Topsy grunted and shook his head, "you want it?" The threehorn pulled back and slammed down. He drove his full weight into the male under him. Rutting him at a raw and ferocious pace. Redclaw's pleasured growl shook through him. Body shuddering as he arched. Topsy grinned as the male peaked under him in record time. He wasn't going to let him off that easy though.

Redclaw started to relax, shuddering as his climax died down. Fuck, he didn't meant to finish that fast. No worries though, it wouldn't be long before...

"Grrrrmmmmm..." Topsy drew back and started to hammer. Harder than before, faster, and with far more ferocity. The threehorn brought his head down and shoved Redclaw's up and back. Flat teeth once again finding that throat. He couldn't bite with the same ferocity, but he could clamp with bruising force. Redclaw gasped and squirmed, thrashing under the savage bull. Topsy wasn't going to let him up though. He just dug that much deeper and harder. The sound of their raw rutting echoed into the woods.

Eyes rolled as the sharptooth gasped and huffed. Toes curled as the male continued to fuck him. He was still sensitive after his climax. Pair that with the threehorn's escalating ferocity? Fucking hell, he could feel his gut tightening again. A second climax came fast on the heels of his first. Snarling growls turned into whimpers as he arched. Body jerking and spasming under the bull.

Topsy grinned about the male's neck as he felt the sharptooth cum again. A thick, sticky mess coating his cock. Adding that delicious smack and slurp to each thrust. If this predator wanted to be made a bitch? Well, he was more than happy to oblige.

He could do this all day. Hell, might as well. Not like he had any other plans. Why not see how much he could wear the bitch down.