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Littlefoot rolled over with a low groan, squeezing his eyes tighter against the morning light that shone down on him. The longneck male tried to will away the sun, so he could get some more sleep. After a few moments of wishing, he decided that it just wasn't going to be happening, so he opened his eyes with a sigh. He was alone, not an entirely unusual situation, not since he'd taken to sleeping a little away from his grandparents. They were happy because he was still a short walk away, and he was happy since it gave him some privacy. Nothing a growing male wanted more than privacy.

Especially when he woke up with an erection.

The past few weeks, he'd been waking up with these aching boners. If he ignored them, they'd usually go away after a few minutes. Not that he enjoyed waiting there with that strange need between his legs. He was too embarrassed to asked Grandpa about it, and Daddy Topps was right out. The big male still scared him sometimes. There were others that he could ask, but he usually forgot about this morning stiffness by the time he encountered any of them. He'd just go on ignoring it, as usual. Rolling over onto his belly, the longneck prepared to heave himself upright. Littlefoot had just gotten rolled over when he froze, shivering as his cock slid across the soft grass.

It felt incredible! Why hadn't anyone told him about this before? Experimentally, the young adult gave a little buck. It felt so good, he was sure that he was about to pass out.

Stretching flat out on his belly, Littlefoot moaned as he began to rock his hips. His cock slid against his gut and the soft grass. Each blade that tickled across his cock made him shiver just a little. Almost instantly, he felt something roll up his cock and something slick smeared across his belly. He didn't know what it was, other than it made his little thrusts feel even better. The longneck groaned softly to himself as he worked his hips a little faster.

As he worked himself over, his mind began to race through memories of events viewed from hiding. Grandpa and Grandma having some 'personal time'; the three-horns rutting away and bellowing loud enough for the valley to hear; and the swimmers. His mind latched onto one memory in particular. Ducky's dad was leaning back, his hands stroking his mate's head. She was nuzzling his groin, and as Littlefoot watched, she pulled back to show that the male's cock was in her mouth. Just thinking about how that cock looked, glistening in the afternoon sun, made the longneck moan. Bim's mate must have enjoyed it, since he vocalized joyfully as she did things with her mouth.

He stopped for a moment, focusing on the blazing warmth against his belly. Could he do that to himself? His neck was pretty long, and he was fairly flexible. Could he twist around to get his mouth around his cock, like Bim had with her man? Only one way to find out.

Thought turned to deed as he rolled over onto his side quickly. The young adult's head swung down as he curled his body upwards. It was surprisingly easy to bring mouth to meat. The first lick sent a shiver racing down his spine. The feel of his tongue against his head was incredible! The touch made his hips jerk, cock bumping against his muzzle. And then there was the taste. His cock had a musky flavor, not too bad since he kept himself clean, but good all the same. Then there was that clear stuff that came out of his tip. A little salty, but more sweet. The little taste he got made him want more. A lot more.

Mimicking the swimmer, Littlefoot opened his mouth and engulfed his tip. Bliss! Oh this was far better than just grinding had been. Curling his hips forward, the male pushed his head down until his spine was screaming at him. He pulled back slowly, hips jerking as his wet lips slid along his tender flesh. Littlefoot began to pant before he'd even reached his tip. Gently licking along his tip, he couldn't help but moan as pleasure jolted through his body. There was more of that tasty stuff on his cock. Each time he licked it up, more rolled from his tip. In seconds, he was panting heavily, grunting around his cock. His jaws tightened a little as his body tensed. The gentle pressure of his blunt teeth against his shaft made him shiver.

There was a strange tension building in his body. The longneck had never felt anything like it before in his life. His hips were in constant motion, fighting to tense and relax at the same time. Each lick across his tip sent an electric jolt through his body. The pressure from his teeth, when it was just a little nibble, was just... oh man!

Something in his groin tightened sharply and Littlefoot felt something thick splash inside of his mouth. He barely got a taste of the salty-sweet mess before he swallowed the first mouthful down. Another burst shot into his mouth, then another, and another! He tried to swallow down as much as he could, but it was only a matter of seconds before the stuff was leaking out of his mouth and running down his neck. The seconds stretched on for what seemed like days, each spurt adding to the batch that was oozing down his hide.

When nothing else came out, the longneck gave his cock a little lick. The jolt was too much for him. Pleasure bordered on pain, making him pull back with a gasp. Littlefoot lay flat out on his back, panting for breath. For a long moment, he just lay there and basked in the afterglow of his first climax. He shivered when his cock slipped up along his belly, leaving behind a gooey trail. Feeling some of it oozing down his chin, he ran his tongue out to lick it up. Now that he wasn't rushing to swallow down the load, he could enjoy it. He rolled the seed around on his tongue and almost purred at the flavor. The male shivered as he swallowed the thick stuff down.

"Littlefoot?"

The saurian jumped, head craning to look up at his Grandpa. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he rolled over onto all fours as quick as he could. "Grandpa! I didn't hear you come up." "No, I don't suppose you did. You were rather... busy." His cheeks burned hotter as the older male shuffled from foot to foot nervously. "Littlefoot, have you ever done... anything like that before? You and the others are nearly adults now, you're all around breeding age." With his cheeks close to igniting, the longneck shook his head quickly, "No, not yet. I mean, the others talk about it some. Ruby seems to know a lot of things, and one time I found her and Cera..." He shifted a little as he thought about when he found the threehorn squealing and panting with the swiftrunner's head buried under her tail.

"But not you?" He shook his head slowly, calming down now that he was getting over the initial surprise. "N-no. I mean, I've thought about it before. Just never..." he trailed off slowly, looking up at the elder. Grandpa sighed at something and shook his head, the motion sending ripples down his body. "Been too shy to ask them to try?" When his grandson nodded, the older longneck nodded slowly. "Meet me up on the bluff later, just after high sun." Turning away, he gave the young adult's side a bump with his tail. "Go off and get into some trouble, but not too much."

Looking over his shoulder, he watched the younger male run away and let out a deep sigh. He was so much like his mother. Everything from his eyes down to the way he walked and talked. Did the similarities go deeper than that? Did his grandson share some of his daughter's interests, so to speak? Well, there was one good way to find out, but he had to talk to a few people first.

The sun had just barely slipped past its apex when Littlefoot got to the bluff. He knew that Grandpa usually napped when the day was at its hottest, but he just couldn't stop wondering what the elder was planning. So, even though he was certain that he'd have to spend a while up here by himself, the male had arrived here early. It didn't matter how excited he was though. He was still early. It was only a matter of moments before he was pacing back and forth nervously.

He'd only been pacing a few moments when something brushed against his flank. Littlefoot jumped and swung his head around, seeing Ruby standing there. "Oh, hey Ruby." He jumped again, higher this time, when her hand slipped under his body and gave his slit a rub. "RUBY!" She giggled as her hand kept rubbing back and forth along that vent. "Shhh, do not want everyone to hear. Want everyone to hear, we do not."

He froze as her head rubbed against his side, head slipping under him. He felt her tongue bathing against his lips, fingers coaxing against him until he began to slide out slowly. She popped him into her mouth and began to lick, squeezing and pulling gently as she urged him out. Littlefoot bit his lip and moaned as he shuffled from foot to foot. Ruby hadn't been boasting when she talked about the things that she did. Her tongue felt great on his cock, but there was something wrong.

Glancing over at her, he saw that her rump was right next to his shoulder, tail lifted nice and high. If he leaned his head over just a little, he could easily see her vent. The lips were swollen, something glistening on her lips. There was a scent coming off her, it tickled his nose and made him feel a little funny. Swinging his head around, he took a deeper whiff and made a face. It was odd. He liked the smell, but at the same time there was something about it that made him feel uneasy. He didn't realize that Ruby had stopped playing with his cock until she spoke. "Go head, give it a taste." Looking from her down to her rear, the male leaned his head in and licked.

The little lick didn't give him much more than the taste of her lips. A little sweet, little salty, not too bad. Nosing her pussy, he slid his tongue into her body and wiggled it around. It was like sticking his tongue into one of those bright fruits. It was sweet, but there was a acidic quality to it that made him pull out his tongue and make a face. Ruby didn't couldn't see his expression, with her rear blocking the view. "How's it taste?" she asked as she popped his cock back into her mouth. Littlefoot's knees wobbled as she pushed her head forward, taking him all the way down to his base before pulling back. "It's pretty good," he moaned. It was a lie and he knew it, but he didn't want to risk upsetting her and having her stop what she was doing.

She bobbed her head back and forth a couple more times, taking the large male down into her throat. If he looked, he would see the bulge formed by his cock. The runner pulled back with a gasp, some saliva trailing from her mouth to his tip. "Looks like you're good and ready." Her hand squeezed his base and pumped it. "Ready and good." A lot of his blood was rushing to his other head, making his brain swim some. "Ready for what?"

His answer came as the runner darted under him. Ruby's tail slapped against his side as her hand twisted around his length. Without letting go, she swung a leg around and got into position. He barely felt his tip kiss her lips before she pushed back with a gasp. Littlefoot went cross-eyed as all four knees wobbled. He just stood there as she slid back onto his pole. The feeling of her hot walls squeezing his cock was... okay. He guessed. It certainly felt good, but again, there was something that he wasn't quiet enjoying about it. When Ruby began to rock on him, slick tunnel sliding along his cock, the longneck began to thrust as well. Just because something was off about it didn't mean he wasn't going to have fun while he could.

Ruby was moaning and panting under him as she rocked, planting all four on the ground. Bracing his legs, Littlefoot began to thrust as well, grunting through clenched teeth. He shivered when his tip began to flare up, scraping against her walls. The runner seemed to love it, because she squealed and wiggled her hips when it reached a certain part. Their scents filled his nose, making him tilt his head back and grunt. Ruby was panting under him as her body squelched around his girth. "Tell me before you finish." "Finish?" Her head bumped against his chest as she nodded. "Y-yeah! Gut feels tight, cock goes splooy and fires yummy stuff." She pushed back with more vigor and Littlefoot felt his tip smack against something inside of her. She grunted, but didn't slow down, grinding and rocking her hips back against his.

"O-okay!" he gasped, mouth handing open as she pulled off with a slurp. She spun around quickly and put her mouth around his tip. Agile hands closed around his cock and pumped it furiously, making his hips jerk. The longneck grunted as he blew, hips arching further forward. Ruby purred under him as she gulped down each spurt noisily. Oh yeah, she was far more experienced at this than he was. She didn't let a single drop go to waste.

When she drank down all that he gave her, the runner squirmed out from under him and looked him right in the eye with a sight smile. Grabbing his head, she pulled him into a kiss. She caught him off guard and slipped her tongue into his mouth, passing some of his cum over. Littlefoot moaned at that sweet, thick stuff and greedily swept his tongue into her mouth for some more. Her tongue wrestled with his, and by the time the kiss ended, her mouth was clean of his spunk. "Did you enjoy that?" Littlefoot offered a crooked little smile and laughed nervously. "Yeah, it was great." Ruby looked him right in the eyes and smiled. For a moment, he was afraid that she wasn't buying it. She must have though, because she gave him a quick kiss on the nose and trotted to the brush.

As she got close, his Grandpa waded out and lowered his head down. Littlefoot watched as she and the elder longneck whispered back and forth for a moment. Looking over her shoulder, the female winked and slipped into the brush. The other male waddled over slowly and stood over Littlefoot. "So, did you enjoy that?" His cheeks flushed, "Did you ask her to come up here?" His grandpa nodded slowly and waited for the answer. The longneck swallowed and pawed at the ground. "Well, it felt good. Just..." "Something seemed off about it?" Littlefoot nodded and looked at his grandpa, shuffling nervously. "Is there something wrong with me?" The elder laughed softly and swung his head, "No, there isn't. I do want to try something though. Come along." Swinging his bulk around, the male headed away from the bluff.

A short walk brought them to a clearing. Someone else was there already, one of Littlefoot's oldest friends. Spike happily ripped off a mouthful of leaves and chewed on them, smacking and slurping at the mass. Looking over at the spiketail, he felt an odd tightening of his groin. The way the dino licked his lips, the wet sounds coming from his mouth, something about it all made him feel strange.

He didn't realize Grandpa was talking at first. "Aren't you?" The other male grunted and nodded his head, flashing a sly smirk towards Littlefoot. The male fell over with a grunt, rolling far enough over to expose his belly. Not just that either. His vent was swollen and bulging, the lips barely containing what was inside. As Littlefoot watched, the lips pulled apart slowly to expose Spike's thick, fat tip. That strange, shiny stuff was already coating the head. His breath was catching in his throat as the bulbous tip literally burst from those lips and flopped against Spike's belly. His mouth filled with saliva as the length began to rise slowly, getting even thicker as it lifted.

"Littlefoot?" He uttered a 'huh' at Grandpa, turning his head just a little, but not removing his eyes from that swelling cock. "Remember what you did this morning? The way you put your mouth around your cock?" He nodded absently, "Yeah, Ruby did that to me too." The elder nodded, "I know she did. Why don't you do that to Spike?" He swallowed heavily, "To Spike? I mean he's another male. I thought that males were supposed to mate with females, not other guys." His heart leapt up into his throat and pounded away, the longneck feeling more than a little light headed at the moment. "I-i mean Topsy said..." he stopped when the older longneck made a choking sound. Grandpa tried not to break out laughing at his grandson. He shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry about what Topsy said. This is just between the three of us right now." "Kay."

Littlefoot swallowed nervously and padded over to Spike. His friend rolled his head and smiled at him. It didn't help much, since Spike was rarely without his dopey grin. Littlefoot lowered his mouth down and gave the cock a lick. His experience with tasting Ruby had left him a little wary, but he shouldn't have worried. Spike's cock tasted a lot like his. Except that the flavor was far stronger and more earthy. Probably due to the type of plants that Spike was always chewing on. Not that either of the young adults cared at the moment.

The first quickly turned into a second longer one. Then Littlefoot was swinging his head down to Spike's base, licking over the vent lips before working his way back up to the tip. He was already breathing heavily by the time his tongue slid around the male's wide crown. Opening his mouth wide, he happily engulfed the slab of dino meat. Spike let out a low groan and pawed at the ground as Littlefoot worked his mouth along the cock. He was panting around the cock as he moved his head up and down, licking, and even biting gently. When he used his teeth a little too much, Spike grunted at him. It took a little adjustment, but it wasn't too hard to figure out just what his friend liked.

Spike wasn't the only one that was panting. Littlefoot was breathing heavily as his lips slid across the breeding stick. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his cock dropped from his vent and began to stiffen. Closing his eyes, he focused fully on the length in front of him. He just couldn't get over how good it tasted. He rolled his head a little and let the tip slide against the roof of his mouth. Spike groaned louder and bucked towards his mouth. The feel of his friend doing that made the longneck flush with pride.

Grandpa shifted his weight from foot to foot as he watched his grandson giving the male a blow job His vent was bulging a little, recalling memories from times where he had made similar noises when someone had their maw wrapped around him. "Littlefoot, you can stop anytime you want." The only response from the younger male was a brief shake of his head and a loud moan from the spiketail.

He was getting into blow job so much that he didn't really notice that his friend was shifting. Sure, he felt Spike start to roll his body over, but he didn't care about it. It wasn't until he found himself pushed towards the ground that his eyes flew open. Spike's bulky belly pushed his front almost to the ground, forcing his neck to arch at an odd angle. The spiketail reared up and planted his forelimbs onto Littlefoot's shoulders. He was able to get into a slightly more comfortable angle when the male thrust forward. His eyes flew wide open as the cock stabbed right into his throat, making him gag and jerk his head. The gag was more from surprise than anything else. It was a little hard to breath around that thick cock. At least at first. Spike kept pressing his vent against Littlefoot's nose, giving him plenty of time to adjust. By the time he drew back, the longneck was able to breathe without too much trouble.

Littlefoot crouched, pressing his tongue against the underside of the cock as his friend thrust against his face. His eyes fluttered a bit as he began to taste the male's precum. The flavor was heavier than his had been, not as sweet either. Rolling his tongue against the flesh, he pushed it against the roof of his mouth. Spike grunted and snorted overhead, muttering something under his breath. Littlefoot began to push his head forward to meet the spiketail's thrusts. This seemed to urge the male on, making him vocalize more as he stomped the ground.

Spike jerked his hips back, letting just his tip rest inside of Littlefoot's mouth. When the longneck tried to push his head down, the male shuffled back a step. Taking the hint, he let his tongue swirl around the bulbous head. His only warning was a slightly louder grunt before the cock exploded inside his mouth. The flood of cum was far too much to keep up with. Some rushed down his throat, but the rest came out of his lips and ran down his chin. In three massive bursts, the spiketail was done and pulling away. His cock fell out of Littlefoot's mouth, leaving the male panting for breath as he tried to swallow what was in his mouth. The cum was heavy in more ways than one. It was very thick as it rested in his mouth, seeming to get thicker with each passing moment. Then there was the flavor, which was very earthy and delicious.

It took him a moment to catch his breath and stand up. The hot, thick goo slid down his throat, making him shiver at the feel of it dripping along his hide. "Um, so Littlefoot. Did you enjoy that?" He was getting used to the older male asking those questions, so there was less hesitation this time. "Yeah, it was pretty fun. Spike seemed to enjoy it too." Grandpa let out a deep chuckle, "I know you enjoyed it. I can tell from here." Now the blush returned when the younger dino realized his cock was rock hard. "There is one more thing I would like to see you try, just a little test." Spike snorted at that, making the older male glance at him. "Well, it all depends on if your friend is ready still."

Littlefoot shifted from foot to foot, his cock swaying under him. "What is it, Grandpa?" He gasped as Spike's head nudged his tail aside and the male's strong tongue swirled around his anus. His eyes fluttered as the male slowly bathed his rear, pushing that powerful muscle against him. It spread him open, just a little at first, before it retreated. "Well, you see. It's entirely possible for one male to mount another. Like he would a female. It seems that Spike is ready to demonstrate if you're willing to try." Littlefoot shivered as the tongue slipped deeper into his backdoor. "Uh-huh."

He thought that he was hard before. That was just a hint at what was to come. Each time the spiketail's tongue slipped into his ass, his cock would jump a little more. By the time the muscle was easily slipping into his rear, his dick was as hard as a rock. Spike uttered a deep purr as he moved his head down, bumping Littlefoot's leg. The longneck shuffled his feet apart, following the nudges and bumps. His tail swung down to keep his balance, but Spike bit the base lightly. He pushed at it, making Littlefoot swing the thick limb up and to the side. The male let out a satisfied grunt and reared up onto his hind legs, planting his forelimbs onto Littlefoot's hips. His legs trembled as the spiketail levered himself up and grumbled under his breath. The male reared and stamped his feet down, making Littlefoot's legs buckle briefly. He straightened them up, but was met with another stamp. This went on for several seconds before he realized what his friend was telling him to do. When he lowered his rear, he was met with another purr.

His breath was coming in short gasps as the spiketail's forelimbs slid along his belly and tucked against his thighs. The heavy body was pulled forward, bringing them closer together. Spike rocked his bulk with short thrusts, bringing himself closer with each motion. Once again, Littlefoot's heart was up in his throat when that thickness touched the underside of his tail. Dropping his front lower, he swung his head around. He could just see that thickness as it lifted up and pushed against his backdoor. A tongue was one thing, but a raging erection was an entirely different beast. The brief rimming had lubed and relaxed his hole some, but there was still a lot more cock than there had been tongue. Spike ground against him for a moment, putting just enough pressure on him to keep the length pinned against the hole. Then, slowly but surely, he penetrated.

He moaned, clenching his teeth, as the thick cock gently forced its way into his ass. Spike joined him in groaning, but for a completely different reason. The spiketail had never felt an ass this tight before. He'd been with practically everyone his age, but the girls only let him up their ass after they'd played with some incredibly smooth rocks that Ruby had found. This was pure virgin territory for him to claim. He was going to enjoy every last moment of this.

It seemed to take forever for Spike to finally hilt inside of him. The thick base and swollen lips were pressed tight against his rear, making him gasp for breath. It felt... It was like... Well, he couldn't think of anything that was fitting. He felt incredible, so full and good and warm. As the cock had pushed in, it pressed against something inside of his body that made him shiver with need. He wanted to get more from the spiketail, but he was going to trust his friend on this. Spike was obviously more experienced than he, so he just had to wait it out.

The thrusts started out slowly. Spike barely moved his hips, just enough to make his cock shift some inside of his partner. When Littlefoot began to relax and loosen, the thrusts grew longer. First an inch. Then two. Then Spike was sliding half his length into Littlefoot. He stopped there, but you'd never heard the longneck complain. As the cock slipped in and out, it rubbed against that thing inside of him. Soon enough, he was pushing back into the male's thrusts. Both grunted as their hips smacked together. Spike's neck thrusts was twice as hard. This urged Littlefoot on, making him drive his body back against his friend.

It wasn't long before Littlefoot's head was reeling with everything that was happening to him. Oh it felt so damn good! His body tensed as his tip flared wider, everything responding to that constant rubbing against his insides. Spike changed his angle a little and ground against that spot harder. Littlefoot's cock jumped up, slapping against his belly and staying there. He lowed as his body jerked. Between the cock pounding his ass and the feel of his flesh against his cock, it was just too much for him. His legs locked up as his insides jumped once more. He let out a deep moan, his entire body twitching as his cock fired its load onto the grass. Spike grunted over him and hammered faster, not letting him have a moment of rest. With that thick cock crammed into his ass, he was cumming harder than he had previously. His head was swimming as he stood there and let the spiketail plow him like a sow.

Grandpa watched Littlefoot and Spike go at it like a pair of newly mated. His own length had dropped from his vent while the spiketail was rimming his grandson. By the time Littlefoot was pumping is seed onto the grass, his fifth leg had risen up. A careful tense of his hips brought the length against his belly. His aged eyes narrowed as he watched the male hammer away at his grandchild. It had been a very long time since he'd seen a show like this.

Unaware of his watchful guardian's attention, Littlefoot was slowly regaining himself. He tried to match Spike's thrusts, but it was a bit too much for him at the moment. All he could really do was sway as the spiketail hammered him with feral need. Spike uttered a low whine as he pushed up closer. His strong, stout legs drove him hard against the longneck's backside as he reverted to barely moving. Once again, that deep grunt was the only warning before he pulled Littlefoot back hard. Three powerful bursts of cum flooded his rear, leaking out of his stretched muscle after just the first one. Spike had barely finished his third shot when he slid off. His head slid down Littlefoot's thigh as he uttered a deep purr. The longneck turned his head to watch as the male staggered away. Spike only made it a couple steps before he fell over. He began to snore almost immediately, apparently done with his fun.

Littlefoot stood there for a moment, shivering as he felt the spiketail's thick cum running down his leg. It made him feel dirty, but in a good way. His cheeks flushed when he realized that he was just standing there, crouched like a female, while his Grandpa watched. Swinging his head around, he had just started to form an apology when he saw the older male just standing there. His eyes were closed and he was mumbling to himself. His hips were steady, but that cock was flexing up and down, rubbing against his sagging belly. Littlefoot's cheeks flared hot for a moment as he watched his elder playing with himself. Then, strangely, his mouth began to water. Like a moth to flame, the longneck was drawn to the older male.

Grandpa was off in his own little world, not noticing that the other pair were done with their fun. He didn't even realize that Littelfoot was coming towards him until he felt a tongue brush against his cock. Eyes flew open as he gasped, hips jittering as that tongue slid across his sensitive crown. Swinging his head around, he immediately spotted Littlefoot standing neck to him. The male's head was ducked under his flank, swinging a little as that soft tongue slipped over his cock. "L-litt-littlefoot, what are you doing?" he couldn't help but stammer as flat teeth gently pressed against the side of his shaft. The voice was muffled, but stammered a moment. "I-i-I'm sorry, Grandpa. Do you want me to stop?" A tremor raced along his hide as the warm breath puffed against his cock. "No," he sighed, "keep doing what you're doing."

Under the bulk of the male, Littlefoot continued to blush. The cock in front of him was huge! And the taste, oh it nearly made his knees weak. So rich and musky. His tongue returned to the dark red pink flesh the moment his Grandpa told him to keep going. It had been pretty easy to tell what Spike wanted, since he could take the male's length into his mouth. But just looking at the girth made his jaw ache. He might be able to fit the thing into his mouth, but it'd take some work. There was an advantage though. Having this much larger dong in front of him meant that he could test different areas.

Licking up and down the shaft seemed to feel good, but it wasn't really making the older male groan. But when he changed his focus to the tip. He ran his tongue around the crown, hearing the male over him groan. The pleasured noise rumbled through his body and made him shiver with delight. Swinging his body closer, he swept his tongue across the head. Old hips bucked slightly, jabbing his nose with the cock. He couldn't help but giggle as he licked it again. He opened his mouth to give the tip a gentle suck when the male lurched forward again. The cock caught him right in the mouth, pressing his lips apart as his eyes went wide. Feeling some pressure around his cock, the older male bucked again.

Tears trickled along Littlefoot's cheeks as his lips spread out. It hurt, but after just a second, it popped into his mouth. Another low moan vibrated through his body as a bead of precum drooled right onto his tongue. Like the cock, the flavor in that clear bead was far stronger. The tip flared inside of his mouth, pressing against the backside of his teeth. Littlefoot squirmed, but kept licking at the tip and even sucking on it. The moans overhead turned into deeper grunts as the cock flexed against his mouth. His eyes went wide as the tip grew a little larger and the shaft trembled in front of him.

He watched as the cock throbbed in front of him. Later, he'd swear that he could see the first pulse of cum traveling down the length. The first blast was just that, an explosion of cum. Some of it was forced down his throat as it flooded his mouth. The rest forced its way out of his mouth around the cock. His head jerked as he gagged from the force of it. With the tip flared like it was, he couldn't get his mouth off of the cock. Littlefoot trembled as his eyes rolled back. The second spurt was like the first, cheeks bulging as more of the thick cum ran out of his mouth. After the third explosion of sperm, he began to lose count. It seemed like hours before the big male softened enough to slip out of his mouth.

Littlefoot just stood there with an open mouth, panting as the white stuff ran out of his mouth. His head slowly drooped as he stood there, mouth open. Soft, brown eyes watched as thick globs of cum dripped from him and plopped onto the grass. Grandpa swung his head down and bumped Littlefoot's cheek. "Why don't you go and clean up? I'll have a little surprise for you later on." The younger male stood there for a moment, just watching the stuff drip off him. "Grandpa?" His elder stopped with a curious noise. "What was all this for?" A deep chuckle rattled out of the elder. "I was wondering if you were gay." His head creased as he frowned, wondering what that meant. Seeing his confusion, Grandpa answered; "It means you prefer males when it comes to rutting." Littlefoot shivered, remembering how it felt to have a cock pumping under his tail. "Oh, is that a bad thing?" "Not at all. Why don't you go clean up in the lake though?"

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Littlefoot shivered as he ducked into the cool water again. He'd decided to go to one of his favorite little spots. It was a bit of a walk, even from the bluff. But as far as he knew, he was the only one that frequented this place. It was great to come here on a hot day and just dive into the icy water that bubbled out of the rocks. It was a nice contrast right now, to roll and splash in the cool water as it cleaned off the still-warm spunk. He swished some water around in his mouth the spit it out, letting it arch up into the air and splash against some rocks. As good as it felt to have that thick warmth on him, it had started to feel rather stiff by the time he got here. Cleaning it off was a welcome feeling.

He was just about to get out of the water and let the sun dry his hide when he heard something scrabbling nearby. Ducking into the water, he kept just his head above the surface and watched. Two frighteningly familiar shapes darted through the brushed. Screech and Thud. Lifting his head a little higher, the longneck looked around and listened. Usually Redclaw wasn't far off when they were around. He didn't hear the sharptooth though. Curious about what the biters were doing, he moved to the edge of his little pool and lifted himself out. He looked around and started off at a little trot. The two males hadn't been going towards the valley, it looked like they'd been coming back from it. Scouting maybe? He couldn't smell any blood in the air, so they hadn't attacked anyone.

The longneck was able to follow their scent for a short distance, but quickly lost it amongst the other scents in the forest. Their path was easier to follow though, since they used one of the countless trails that criss-crossed the valley. It was narrow enough that leaves brushed against his flanks, tickling him lightly. Up ahead, he caught a flash of a green tail and picked up the pace a little. The path grew wider, slowly at first. It quickly spread out into a very small clearing, wide enough for him to easily turn around in without touching the sides. Right there in front of him, Thud stared him down with that perpetual grin. A hiss behind him made Littlefoot swing his head around quickly. Screech was behind him. Dangerous claws scratched at the ground as they advanced, crouching just a little as they waited for him to run.

He knew that was just what they wanted. They wanted him to run, they wanted to chase him, and they wanted to spill his guts. Could he make it to an adult on time? Maybe when he was younger and smaller, able to slip through the trees. He was bigger now, it'd be harder to slide through the trees. Could he knock one down onto the biters? He glanced over at one of the trees and winced. No, it was too big for him to shoulder over. What else was there that he could do? Biting back his panic, the longneck forced his mind to think. Adrenaline was pumping through his body, setting his teeth on edge.

The wind shifted slightly and brought him Thud's scent. Heavy, dangerous, excited, and male. His mind flashed back to just earlier that morning and how Spike had collapsed after just a little while. Could he draw these males into wearing themselves out the same way? They didn't even speak the same language as him, so he couldn't just tell them what he'd be willing to do to save his life. He'd picked up a few words from Ruby, but nothing really useful yet.

Thud grew impatient and lunged at him with a savage yell. Snapped out of his haze, Littlefoot ducked his head and lurched forward. The biter's jump had just been a scare tactic, barely a hop. His claws scratched Littlefoot's neck as he planted them on the ground, ready to spring away. Before the biter could escape, he let his tongue slide along the male's vent. The green male gave a squawk and tumbled backwards, his foot slipping even as he tried to spring away. Screech hissed and dug his claws into the ground, readying a pounce. Thud snarled something at his partner as he scrambled to his feet, looking right at Littlefoot. Turning his head to the side, the raptor looked at him with a wary eye as he strode forward. Feeling his heart pounding in his chest, Littlefoot lowered his neck again and gave the vent a slower lick.

The biter's hiss turned into a low purr as he barked something at his companion. Littlefoot's cheeks burned as the pair barked and hissed with laughter. It took a couple more licks before Thud's swollen vent peeled open and his cock rocketed out. The smell was pungent, but not in a bad way. He kept his tongue away, instead licking the swollen lips until the shaft was fully erect. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the blue biter come over and watch curiously. Glancing from one to the other, Littlefoot took a steadying breath and licked up the shaft. It was curved, with several short ridges along the underside. The lance came to a sharp point with a barely visible ridge distinguishing the crown from the rest. And the flavor, it was vastly different from anything he'd tasted so far. Sharp and salty, instead of the earthy and sweet.

Cupping the underside of the cock with his tongue, he lowered his head down, not stopping until his nose bumped against the biter's belly. The shape of the cock meant that it pressed against the roof of his mouth as he slid his head down. It was fairly slender, especially compared to what he had been playing with earlier, and almost reached the back of his throat. The males hissed at each other, but Littlefoot tried to ignore them as he pulled back slowly. But even as he tried to put those grunts and snarls out of his mind, he began to wonder what they were saying. His cheeks darkened as he closed his eyes and just focused on the task at hand. Clawed fingers stroked along his cheeks and head as the male rocked his hips against his face, groaning. The other biter barked something and was answered by a lazy sounding hiss.

Screech hissed, "Oh, his mouth is incredible. I tell you, these guys have the best tongues." The biter rose up onto his toes with a moan, "So wide and soft." Thud shifted from one foot to the other, his slit swelling up as he watched his partner's cock slipping into their prey's maw. "Let me have a go." The green male shook his head, hissing and mumbling under his breath. Now the blue male's cock was poking out of its home, "Come on," he whined. "NO!" The bark made both Littlefoot and Thud jump. "You can have his mouth when I'm done, go find something else to amuse yourself."

Grumbling, Thud retreated a few steps. His head swung from side to side as he shifted his weight. After a moment of this swaying, his eyes locked onto the curve of the longneck's back. His gaze swept along the slender neck, down the back, to that tail. Lips curled into a grin as he hopped behind the male. He grabbed that thick tail with one hand and pushed it aside, nosing up under it. The longneck tensed, gasping around Screech's breeder, when Thud bumped his nose against the male's rear. He could smell something musky under here, something that didn't belong to the longneck.

He swirled his tongue around the dino's back door and grinned when he tasted another male. "Hey, he's not a virgin back here Someone plowed him recently." His tongue flicked out against the bud again. "Less than an hour ago. Threehorn?" The tongue flicked out again, penetrating the stretched muscles, "No, wait... spiketail." He thrummed out a purr as he whipped his tongue around, feeling how readily the muscles responded to him. "Got him nice and ready for me too."

Thud snaked his body up, his pebbly hide gliding across the longneck's leathery backside. His claws scratched and tapped against the male's flanks as he angled himself just so. Using his hips, he pushed that thick tail aside, giving him more room to work with. His cock thumped against the bared backside, pointed tip stabbing at the flesh there. The biter worked back and forth impatiently, smearing his precum across Littlefoot's ass. It took him several seconds before he found the bulls-eye of yielding flesh. He called out and jammed his cock right into the waiting hole, immediately launching into a series of rapid thrusts. The rear tightened around his cock, making him croon as his head tilted back. "Oh yeah, that's a good little plant eater."

Littlefoot shivered when that tongue bathed his rear and dove into his ass. It felt good, not as thick as Spike's had been, but quicker. He could only imagine what that'd feel like on other parts of his body. Sliding deeper into his rear and wiggling around like an eel. Maybe wrapping around his cock and pumping it. Having Ruby lick and play with his cock had been good, but just thinking about this biter doing that to him was so arousing.

His cock pressed against his lips and fell free, throbbing with need as the thoughts raced through his head. He was so caught up in his own little fantasies that he barely noticed his tail being pushed aside. It was impossible to miss the cock sliding across his rear though. He shivered, cheeks burning as the precum was spread across his rump. The male in his mouth perked up some, raising onto his toes again. Littlefoot nuzzled into the male's groin, trying to busy himself with that.

That didn't stop him from sucking in a lungful of air when the male pounded into his ass.

He wasn't the only one that enjoyed that. Screech's eyes nearly crossed when the longneck's lips closed tighter around his cock and the male sucked down on him. Between that and watching his partner go to town, it was just too much for the biter. His tail quivered as his talons trembled, his cock jumping inside of the wet mouth. The biter let out a loud cry as his cock jumped, tapping against the roof of the longneck's mouth. His cream splashed across that broad, strong tongue as his hips jerked, smacking against Littlefoot's nose.

Littlefoot blushed as the cock exploded in his mouth. Curling his tongue against the cock, he made a nice little channel for the cum to run down. He flexed his tongue with each spurt, letting it roll across his taste buds and down down his throat. The longneck immediately began to compare it to the other cum he'd guzzled today. The flavor was sharper and far saltier, with a bitter edge to it. It wasn't that thick either, especially not compared to his or Spike's. The biter's climax was shorter too. In a matter of seconds, he'd fired a few jets and ways already backing away, chest heaving. Littlefoot looked up at him, then turned his head to look back at the other male.

Thud had stopped pounding to watch as Screech filled the longneck's mouth. Seeing those soft brown eyes look back at him, he picked right back up with a hiss. Littlefoot shivered, rear clenching lightly. Those ridges on the bottom of the male's cock felt good. The way they pulled and rippled as they slipped through his ass. Then, every once in a while, they would brush against something inside of him and it felt a hundred times better. Experimentally, he pushed back into the thrusts. Thud grunted as the thick rear smacked his belly and responded with a harder thrust and a growl. Fearing that he'd upset the male, Littlefoot stopped.

The biter was getting close when the longneck pushed against him. "Yeah," he growled, getting more excited. He only got that one buck though, the male stopping. "What are you doing? Again!" he hissed and barked, smacking the rear with his claws. Littlefoot yelped at the welts left on his rear, jumping back. The biter purred and growled, tugging at his hips. He pushed back again and was rewarded with a louder noise of pleasure and a quickening pace. Lowering his head, he pushed back into the thrusts, loving how it felt to have a male pounding into him so fast. It seemed like for each time he pushed back, the male was able to give him a dozen thrusts in return.

Screech purred as he reached under his body, stroking his cock slowly. Even though he'd fired his load into the longneck just a moment ago, he was ready for another round. Watching how Thud was hammering that ass made him want to have a turn. He couldn't wait to feel his partner's cum sliding around his cock as he gave the male a second load to think about. Something wiggled, drawing in his attention. The longneck's cock waved beneath his body, making his own rear ache with want. Before he could think about it too much, Thud's screech brought him back around.

Littlefoot was a little disappointed when he felt the blue male press tight against him. He could feel the cock twitching inside of him and a warmth spreading through his insides. But, once again, it was over in a matter of seconds. The biter was backing away from him, leaving his hole to tighten back up as the cum ran out in a trickle. He wasn't going to be left alone for long though.

Thud had just barely cleared away from the longneck when Screech dove in. His back pressed against Thud's front briefly as he wiggled in, cock sliding across the longneck's tail. The green made was better at taking aim, finding his target on the first thrust. The blue biter was tempted, just for a moment, to make his partner hike his tail. Mm, that would be fun, wouldn't it? Screech glanced over his shoulder and hissed, "Got something better for you." His sharp muzzle jerked towards the male's flank. Curious, Thud relinquished the thought of penetrating the green male and strutted around. What he saw made him grin.

It wasn't hard to miss the cock as it swung from side to side with the male's motions. The longneck was really getting into being mounted now, his hips bucking and swaying. Each thrust made his long swing wildly. Occasionally, it jumped up to slap against his belly or side before dropping back down. Thud's mouth watered when he saw that girth, "I want it first." Screech growled at him and grunted when a particularly enthusiastic buck by Littlefoot drove the breath from his lungs. "No, you got his ass first." Thud growled, "And you got his mouth first." The green male narrowed his eyes for a moment. Thud glared back and hissed, "Claw?" The males lifted a hand and shook them for a moment before throwing out fingers. Thud screeched and danced, "Ha, all mine first."

Littlefoot wasn't sure what the males were doing, but there was a lot of calls coming from the pair. Looking back at them, he wondered what they were doing with their hands, and why the blue one seemed so excited. Thud strutted around for a moment, head bobbing with each step. After just a moment, he came around to Littlefoot's front and turned, swinging his tail up. The male looked over his shoulder and hissed, shoving his ass back against the longneck's face. Confused, he sat there for a moment, just staring at the rump. The male stepped forward and hissed, flicking his tongue out before gesturing at his rear, then Littlefoot before pushing his rear back again. The longneck gave the rear a hesitant lick, earning a purr from the blue male.

This was his first time doing anything like this, and he wondered why they were making him do it. Were they going to rut each other next? How much energy did these biters have? After his romp with Spike earlier, his knees had felt pretty weak. And after two rounds, Spike had passed out. Both these males had blown once, and the green one was working towards a second. What was he going to do if they didn't get tired? Oddly enough, the thought of staying here all day tending to these males made him quiver with a strange joy. Breathing in the musky smell of the biter, he pushed his tongue against the puckered rear slowly.

Screech purred, eyes narrowing as he watched the longneck start to rim the other biter. The sight of the plant-eater's thick tongue pressing against his partner's rear was so fucking hot. Watching that thick, wet muscle push into the biter's anus made his cock twitch inside of the longneck's rear. He shivered and arched forward against the firm rear, barely moving his hips. His eyes narrowed as he sawed his cock against the rear quickly, feeling it growing tighter with each moment.

Littlefoot's cheeks were hot as he moaned from the biters' treatment. While they couldn't quite hit him like Spike could, it felt just as good in other ways. For one, the males were far more agile, able to constantly change their angle and how deep they were going. Strangely, he was even loving the feel of their claws scratching his hide. Each scratch was a sharp, short pain that faded to a dull ache in seconds. Then those ridges. Oh man, the way those felt when they began to saw in and out. His knees almost gave out on him. He could feel his climax building up towards him, looming higher and higher. Littlefoot just stood there, tongue out as the biter pushed back against him. He quivered, cock slapping against his belly as the tip flared wider and wider.

Right as he was about to fall over the edge, his partner stopped. Screech froze with his hips pressed flush against the male's rear. His claws pricked at Littlefoot's hips as his cock twitched several times. Thud glanced back and purred something, getting a grumbled response from the other male. The green male stretched his body out slowly and shivered as his cock softened and slid out. It wasn't enough to bring him to finish, which frustrated the younger male. Littlefoot whined softly and looked back as his the edge rapidly retreated from him. He had been right there on the cusp of a finish, then it had been denied him.

Thud darted over to Littlefoot's side when the longneck pulled away. Now that Screech was finished with his turn, he was all-too-eager to get his next round going. Hopping up to the longneck's side, he bumped the male's flank with both hands. "Roll over." The dull sow blinked over at him, adopting a stupefied look. "Roll over," he growled, bumping the male's side again. It took a few more shoves, but finally the stupid prey got the hint and rolled onto his side, then finally his back. Those dull brown eyes looked up at him and blinked hazily as the blue male stood next to him and admired his cock. Just the sight of that slab of meat made his mouth salivate. He was hungry for a very special kind of meat.

Taking the heavy flesh in his hand, he leaned forward to swirl his tongue around the tip briefly. "Think he was about to blow when you finished." Screech purred lazily, slumped on the ground. "Like I care." He chuckled at his partner as he climbed onto the male's chest and licked the tip again. "You gonna pass out over there? Means more fun for me." His next lick drew a bead of pre from the longneck. Sweeping the jewel up with his fingers, he ran his hand up and down the flesh. "Shut up and hurry along," the green male's protests were interrupted by a long yawn as the male stretched. Chuckling, Thud traced a bulging vein on the cock, watching the flesh quiver. The next clear bead that came from the tip was swept up as well, but this one went under his tail.

He didn't want to work the male up too much and make him finish before he'd had his fun. Hopping up, he spun quickly and landed on the male's belly. Littlefoot grunted, head lifting as he watched the biter. Thud hissed, pointed muzzle inches from the blunt longneck's mouth. He gave the placid male's nose a lick before looking over his shoulder. Shuffling backwards, he brought his rear up against the firm length. Resting on his knees and one forelimb, he reached back and lined up, shivering at the feel of that thick tip probing his ass. Looking down at the male, he saw those eyes widen. "Oh you know what I'm about to do, don't you?"

With a savage grin, he pushed back against the cock. The grin twisted into a look of shock, then bliss, when he realized just how thick the thing was. Even with the preparation, his rear fought against the intrusion. But only for a moment. The pressure he'd put on it made the tip pop into his rear, followed by several inches of that broad length. Calling out, he arched his spine so far that his nose and tail almost met. He scrambled backwards, taking in everything that he could. Despite previous experience with having something crammed up under his tail, he couldn't take it all. The biter shivered as he sat there, impaled on the post. A glance over his shoulders confirmed that there was still a good bit waiting to go in. When he looked back at the male, he smirked at the expression on the longneck's face. It was a look of pure bliss.

Littlefoot had calmed down from the earlier stimulation. He'd relaxed enough that he didn't pop as soon as that tightness wrapped around his cock. It was tighter than Ruby's hole had been, but felt completely different. Lifting his head, he couldn't help but pant open mouthed as he watched the biter brace himself. The blue male rose slowly, hissing as the cock slipped free. After a few inches, he reversed direction and literally dropped himself back down. He managed to fit a little more of the longneck's cock into his rear.

On his back, Littlefoot couldn't do anything except wiggle his hips some. Even with his options limited, he was still doing his best to get into the act. It didn't tame more than a few bounces before he and the biter had reached a pace they both seemed to enjoy. In fact, Littlefoot was enjoying it so much that he didn't notice the approach of the green male until the other biter swung his leg over the longneck's face and sat down. Quite literally faced with this, Littlefoot eagerly slipped his tongue out and began to rim the green biter's tailhole. The predator purred over him and began to buck back into his face, claws stroking his belly.

Thud hadn't noticed Screech come over either, not until he felt his partner's tongue flick against his cock. He opened an eye and purred lazily at the male. Sharp teeth brushed over his cock as he lifted away from the longneck's groin, making him shiver and purr. Screech held himself still, eyes flicking up with a smirk. Each time Thud moved, he shifted himself from one pleasure to another. Moving forward, he left the cock behind, but his curved cock drove deeper into the biter's maw. Screech's tongue danced and curled around his cock, always moving, never stopping. When he sat back down, that cock hit everything, and he meant everything, inside of him. With the twin pleasures, h knew he wouldn't last too long. Not that it mattered if he blew early, who was going to judge him?

Littlefoot was moaning under the green biter now. He could feel his peak rising once again, cock throbbing inside of the tail. Once again, before he could fall over the edge, the biter cried out and jerked his hips. The male on top of him leaned back, pushing his ass harder into his face. Littlefoot moaned as the ass clenched around his cock, feeling something warm splattering onto his belly. The male seated on his face hissed something and wiggled, drawing a squeak from the other male.

Screech hissed at Thud, "Are you finished, or should I help you some?" Reaching down, he curled his fingers around the spasming length and gave Thud a good tug. Another spray of warm seed splashed against his palm and oozed between his fingers. Thud shivered and gasped, "N-no, I think I'm good." He watched as the blue male rose up, his legs trembling as he tried to get himself fully upright. Screech grinned and waited till his partner tried to move off to the side. Darting forward, he shoved the other male. Thud tumbled to the ground with a grunt and lay there.

Hurrying forward, Screech straddled the longneck's hips and reached back. Facing away from the male, he bent the cock forward until he felt it kiss against his tailhole. The feel of that hot, wide cock pressing against him sent a shiver through his body. He wiggled his hips quickly and pushed back, feeling it spread open his rear slowly. Both males groaned as the tip was forced into the barely prepped tailhole. They shared a gasp as it popped in, spreading the biter's ass wide. The biter clenched his jaws and growled as he pushed back, trying to cram as much of that delicious meat into his rear as he could.

Having been denied his climax twice now, Littlefoot was starting to shiver a bit. He had to get off or he'd go mad. Lifting his head up, he watched as the green biter sink down onto his dick. Like his partner, there was a certain amount that Screech just couldn't take. The longneck ground his flat teeth and growled as he pushed against the ground. He heaved himself upright and swung his tail around. Somehow the longneck brought himself up off the ground. Screech let out a surprised noise as he was suddenly thrown to the ground, his chest pressed to the grass. Littlefoot snorted against the biter's neck as his hips drew back. The biter was a little stunned from the sudden shift and could only wheeze as the longneck drew back.

A high-pitched squeal cut through the air, followed by the deep slap of flesh striking flesh.

Littlefoot groaned as he managed to push his cock fully into the biter. The male trembled under him as he drew back, making him wonder if he hurt the sharptooth. A twitch of the ass around his cock drove him in again, drawing another squeal from the male. By the third thrust, the predator was pushing back against him and panting. Gritting his teeth, the longneck began to hammer the male with powerful thrusts. Oh damn, this was unlike anything he'd felt before! The other male riding him had been good, better than Ruby's slit, but now this? There was just no comparison.

Within a dozen thrusts, he felt the male cry out as his tailhole clenched around Littlefoot's cock. The sharp scent of the biter's cum filled the air as he thrashed under the longneck. Digging his feet into the ground, Littlefoot drove harder and faster, his cock aching now. He only got a few more thrusts in before he buried himself in the biter up to the root. He could feel his cock tense, the rear tightening down around him, as he erupted. Both grunted as the longneck began to pump his seed deep into the male.

It was easily the most intense thing that he had ever experienced in his life. The climax swept him up and carried him away, leaving his body standing there as it pumped his seed into the predator. He lost all track of time for a while. He only came back to himself when he felt his cock slipping out of the biter. The sensation of having his tender flesh slipping out of a tight, gooey hole made him shiver. His cock came free with a pop, some thick seed dripping from the green male's rear. Looking at his partner, then the other biter, he saw that both were dozing. Littlefoot couldn't keep the grin off his face as he stumbled away, his legs rather weak at the moment.

He pulled himself through a couple creeks, enough to get the messy stuff off his body. But by the time he got back to his clearing, the longneck was ready to pass out.

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It was twilight when something bumped into the longneck. Topsy was butting his side to wake him up, "Get up, boy. Gonna be late for the fun tonight." Littlefoot scrambled to his feet, wincing at the ache from his backside. "Had some fun with a sharp tooth, eh?" Topsy laughed at the surprised look on the younger male's face. "I can smell them on you, and your ass looks pretty ragged." Looking back, his cheeks flushed when he saw the welts criss-crossing his rear. Just looking at the marks brought up The memories of his earlier romp flashed through his mind. A shiver raced through his body as his vent bulged. Topsy's head swung under his tail quickly and swept against his slit, making Littlefoot gasp and jump slightly. "Come on then, let's see what you can do."

Littlefoot and Topsy walked out of the clearing. The longneck's cheeks were flushed hot as he tried to keep his cock from spilling out and swinging with each step. He tried to keep his mind off what all had happened today, including the feel of the threehorn's hot tongue sliding over his vent. Even after several minutes of walking, he could still feel that moist warmth against his body. The more he tried to put it out of his mind, the more he focused on it.

They walked on for a while, how long he wasn't sure. It seemed like they went on for hours. It was probably less, but he kept having to fight his own body. Just when he thought he might be able to put a lid on his budding libido, he would catch a glance of Topsy's vent and rear. He was sure it was just an accident that he kept getting flashed by the larger male. Unknown to him, Topsy was doing it on purpose, wanting to get the younger male a bit flustered. Grandpa Longneck had come to talk with him earlier, and from what the elder had said, the bull could surmise a few things about the younger longneck. Sure enough, by the time they had reached the clearing, he could practically see Littlefoot vibrating with eager energy.

Bright moonlight filled the clearing, casting a soft silvery light over everything. Many males ranged around the edges of the massive space, their musk filling the air. Their soft whispers died down as Topsy muscled through the forest, Littlefoot padding alongside him. Grandpa stood in the middle of the clearing, the older male already starting to drop from his vent. His eyes swept over his grandson briefly before checking the rest of the clearing. "Good, everyone has arrived." Tossing his head back the older male looked up, "Each time the moon shines bright, we come to see which male will handle the task of sating the sharp teeth until the next cycle. Any male may volunteer for the task, and he may leave when he desires. The male that..." He cleared his throat, "handles the most males is victorious."

As he spoke, Topsy advanced on his flank, the large male surprisingly silent. The longneck continued, "This is a serious task, one I have always taken upon myself to... Urrrgh!" He shivered, then looked down as Topsy wrapped his mouth around the longneck's tree trunk. The threehorn pushed his head forward, throat bulging visibly from the male's girth. From his spot, Littlefoot shivered as he watched, feeling his own cock drop just at the thought of how that'd feel. Daddy Topps pulled away from Grandpa with a soft gasp, "You've had your run, old man. This time I will surpass you." Swinging his bulk around, he let his thick tail move to the side.

Grandpa grunted and moved over the other male slowly, his cock lifting to prod under the threehorn's tail. "So we have myself and Topsy. Are there any others?" Both males groaned as the thick tip jabbed against the bull's tailhole. Precum and the light coat of Topsy's saliva were going to help the penetration, but the threehorn was still tight. Grandpa snorted as the bull-bitch under him gasped when the thick tip popped into his ass.

"I will."

Every head turned towards Littlefoot as the two males in the clearing pushed towards each other. Grandpa huffed, hips starting to flex as he pumped the threehorn like a cow. "Littlefoot, you wish to volunteer as well? I'm not sure if I shou- Uuuuld." The elder's voice rose as Topsy clenched his ass down hard around his girth. The bull growled and pawed at the ground, shoving his rear back, "Shut up, old man. If he wants to join in, then he's welcome to. You invited him, after all." Grandpa would have answered, but he could feel his bones starting to hum as the threehorn pushed back into the thrusts. "Come on out here, Kid, and stand near us."

Littlefoot hurried over, eyes fixed on the spot under Topsy's tail where his Grandpa's cock was plunging. His own rear, first taken this morning and still a little sore, clenched lightly in desire. He chewed on his lip for a moment, his heart fluttering, as he watched the two older males going at it. A glint of light drew his attention downward, gasping when he saw Topsy's cock peek out from under his bulk. The threehorn tensed his hips and bucked, the spiral-head of his cock sliding against his belly. Littlefoot had started to take a step forward when a voice hissed into his ear, "You're not allowed to touch him, since you are a challenger." The voice was familiar, having a soft almost singing quality to it. Ruby's father stood next to him with one of his ever-present smiles. "Myself, on the other hand..." One of his dexterous hands reached down and grabbed Littlefoot's cock, squeezing it. "I can put my hands all over you."

The longneck's eyes rolled in his head as the swiftrunner's hands roamed over his cock. Mond's hands were rougher than his daughter's, but he knew how to use them far better. Bringing one hand down Littlefoot's shaft, he cupped the male's tip with his other hand, rubbing both back and forth. The male's hips jerked rapidly as he gasped, spilling precum onto the playing hands. "There we go, now to use this." The hands on his cock moved up, tracing over his thighs. Despite having just been at this for less than a day, Littlefoot found his tail swinging away to reveal his rear. Mond purred louder as his fingers traced the male's rear, probing with slick fingers. "Oh my, you're rather relaxed already."

The older males watched as Mond began to play with the younger longneck mere feet from them. Grandpa moaned as he pumped his hips faster, cock flexing against Topsy's insides. Both males knew just what the runner could do with his hands. The older longneck flexed his cock and pushed his hips forward at the same time the threehorn bull pushed his body back. For a brief moment, most of the elder's cock was buried inside of the other male. He groaned, teeth gritting as his cock bulged. Topsy gasped, eyes flying wide open when he felt the longneck's tip flare inside of his ass. He felt the cock pulse as he pulled away. Hot, thick cum flooded his ass as he stopped. The wide tip pressed against his prostate, rubbing the gland as he rocked his hips. His cock tensed as he let out a bellow and erupted himself.

Littlefoot was lost to the world as Mond worked him over. The swift runner had already mounted him, his curved cock slipping easily into the longneck's rump. He was bigger than either of the biter's had been, but didn't have the ridges that the other pair possessed. Instead, it was far thicker at the base. A wide spot that stretched his ass when the male pushed in up to his root. But it wasn't the shape that was so good, it was how the runner was using it. Those powerful legs of his were always moving, almost dancing behind him. One moment Mond would have a foot planted against Littlefoot's thigh, and the next, he would be stretched out on his toes, almost laying on the longneck. While Mond was going slower than the biters had been, he was certainly proving to be far more acrobatic in his rutting.

His head dropped down at the talented runner's hips smacked against his ass. His eyes fluttered as he uttered soft moans. Each lewd smack made him shiver more. He could feel his flared tip pressing against his belly, precum smearing across his flesh. Mond swung his body around, somehow supporting himself enough to reach under the longneck's body and grab his cock. "Oh my! Just look at hos swollen this is." The younger male whimpered as the fingers ran against his throbbing meat. He tried to respond, tried to think of something to say, but his heard was swimming in the delicious pleasure of it all.

Topsy's bellow drew both their attention, heads lifting as the threehorn reached his finale. Littlefoot, with his head low and stretched out like it was, was right in the firing line. The bull's first blast caught him right across the nose and face. Mond slowed his thrusts, rolling his hip just enough to keep the longneck warm, as he watched. Littlefoot's eyes were wide as he held perfectly still, watching the cock splatter its thick cream over his face and the ground between them. It must have been a while since the bull had last cum, considering the impressive volume he pumped out.

By the time he stepped out from under the older Longneck, the younger male and the ground both bore a nice white coat. Topsy looked a little unsteady on his feet as Grandpa's thick cock slid out of his rear with a slurp. He looked over at Littlefoot and smirked, but before he could make some comment, another male was already lining up for his ass. Saul, Nod's father, thundered across the ground. The knob tail reared mid-charge and planted his forepaws heavily on Topsy's back. "Been wanting to do this for a long time, Topps." The threehorn swung his head around as the other male lurched forward. Saul's pointed cock slid along the bull's tail, leaving a glistening trail. It homed right in on the target and dove in with a single, good thrust.

Littlefoot was trembling as he watched the proud bull being mounted by another male. Seeing how Topsy threw his head and bellowed in bliss, the longneck began to wonder if he looked like that while males were mounting him. The thought coaxed a whine from his throat. His rear clenched around Mond's pumping cock as his legs trembled. Images flashed through his mind, all showing him as he was mounted by males. Each image was dirtier than the last, showing him getting more into the acts.

Mond looked down at his partner and smirked as an idea formed in his head. Tugging his cock out of the longneck's ass, he wrapped his fingers around his own girth and began to pump it. His other hand rubbed against the male's relaxed tailhole. Deft fingers slipped through the relaxed ring and pressed against the gland back there. The runner's lips curled into a smirk as Littlefoot jumped and tried to yell, his voice only coming out as a little squeak. Littlefoot's hips jerked and twitched as he began to spray the ground and his belly with thick ropes of cum. Taking a half-step forward, he rubbed his cock against the male's twitching rear, pressing his palm flat against the throbbing meat as he thrust. A couple seconds of pumping and he spilled his own load against the male's hide. He was purring as he rocked his hips, getting out every last drop. Littlefoot looked back at him with a huff, "What was that?" The runner crooned, "Just preparing you for your next partner." His eyes glimmered as Littlefoot wobbled, "Unless you want to quit." One look over at the threehorn produced a challenging snort, "Bring it on."

Topsy couldn't quite hear what Littlefoot and Mond were talking about, but he caught the challenging tone in the longneck's voice. He couldn't shout a challenge back, mostly because his mouth was busy at the moment. Thicknose groaned as he pushed his hips forward, stretching the threehorn's maw wider as his cock drove in deeper. Topsy snorted lightly around his cock, lips flapping against the firm flesh. He shifted, his limbs already starting to ache from the weight of the two males pushing down on top of him. Saul's forelimbs were resting on his hips. Thicknose wasn't putting as much weight on him, having to be careful about the horns. As it was, he stood mostly on his hind legs, keeping his forelimbs resting on the bull's front. One resting on his frill, the other on his back.

"I always seem to forget how good your mouth is, Topsy." Thicknose shivered as he felt the bull's strong tongue slid across his throbbing flesh. Saul grinned as he pulled back on the bull's hips, slamming into the male hard. "Is he better than that girl of his?" He felt the male tense up under him, his grin widening. "Couple years ago I came across her, several times actually." He cackled, "But man, she rocked my world that night." The spikeside dropped his weight onto the threehorn's back, curling his forelimbs around the thick thighs. "I made her scream, just like I'm going to make you." As he talked, his cock began to throb, each word seeming to turn the male on more. Topsy was growing more angry with each moment, of course, but the visions that were flicking through his mind were oddly exciting. The thought of Tria with another male, pleasing him, making him grunt as he pumped her full. It woke something primal inside of the bull that made his cock jerk upwards and hit his belly with a wet slap. Saul's hot breath bathed his neck as the spike-side laughed, "Fuck! You should feel how his ass is grabbing me. Tighter than his girl ever did!"

The male began to really pound the threehorn bull, actually rocking the male with the surprising force of his pounds. Thicknose grunted as he tried to stay stable on top of the rocking male. "Calm down, will you?" Saul huffed, "Gimme a minute..." Rolling his head, his eyes and teeth sparkled as he looked up at the other male, "Tell me what his face looks like." Thicknose grumbled but leaned back anyway. "His eyes are getting wider." The spike-side grunted out a laugh as he worked his hips. He could feel the knot at the base of his cock growing with each little wiggle of his hips. The threehorn's ass was starting to spasm around him as the pair groaned together. The older male joined the cacophony as the threehorn sucked in air around his cock.

Topsy's head was reeling as he stood there, legs locked into place. There was something on Saul's cock that was pressing against his insides, and he had no clue what it was. The hard, throbbing thing pressed up against his prostate, grinding against it. A tremor raced through his body as he swallowed around the cock in his mouth, too distracted to keep his tongue working along it. Whatever that thing was, it grew even bigger and his world simply exploded. He was distantly aware that he was climaxing, his thick seed splattering all over his underside. Saul's growl was a distant grumble against his ears as liquid heat flooded his insides. He barely even responded when Thicknose pushed his head down, the thick cock sliding down his throat before spilling the thick load right into his gullet.

Littlefoot stole a glance over towards Topsy as the three males uttered a deep, primal cry. "Eyes forward, bitch!" The longneck squeaked and swung his head forward again, bracing his feet as the male behind him went back to purring. Reno, the onehorn bull, was rubbing his chin against the longneck's rump. "Mmm, yeah, this is going to be fun. You've had a lot of males under your tail today, haven't you?" The longneck shivered as the male's nose horn scraped against his hide as a thick tongue bathed his tailhole.

"Keep that tail up!" the male bumped his head against Littlefoot's rear, stabbing with his horn just hard enough to hurt, but not pierce the skin. He gritted his teeth, keeping quiet as he swung his tail up and to the side, stretching it right until it began to hurt. "Much better, just like a good little bitch." The male grunted, but Littlefoot didn't dare look back. Each time he hadn't obeyed the male, he'd been met with a jab, bite, or something similar. A heavy weight came down on his hips, almost enough to make his knees buckle. Gritting his teeth, he managed to keep upright as the male settled his weight down.

There was no real waiting or teasing, not with Reno. The second his forelimbs slipped around Littlefoot's thighs, he jerked the longneck back. His thick cock leapt up and stabbed against the male's ass, jabbing wildly at the flesh as he tried to find the right spot. It took a few blind stabs, his cock smearing thick precum all over the longneck's ass, but he finally found his target. One good thrust ans he was halfway in. Littlefoot's body tensed as he cried out, prompting a gleeful snort from the bull. "Very good, bitch! Keep hooting and howling for me."

Reno shoved his nose against Littlefoot's neck and bit down, clenching the male's flesh in his teeth. His bulky form barely moved as he thrust. He just barely moved back before jabbing in a few more inches. "Gonna cram every inch into your ass, boy!" He tightened his hold on the neck and started to do just that.

Littlefoot hissed through his teeth as the male hammered his pole in. Reno was easily the biggest thing he'd had back there today, and it was starting to hurt. Gritting his teeth, he voiced a soft whimper. The bull's next thrust male him yelp, as the onehorn buried himself in to the root. Reno released his bruised shoulder and gasped at him, "Tightest fucking piece of tail I've rutted in a long time." He could hear the grin in the male's voice, "I'm going to enjoy this, Littleslut."

Those words were his only warning before the male began to drive against him hard. The larger, stronger male savagely beat against his ass, their flesh smacking together. His mouth returned to Littlefoot's shoulder, clamping down on the other side in a bruising hold. Reno pressed his lips against the male's sweaty skin and sucked, cheeks caving in as he held tight. It was only a matter of seconds before he released the bite, having marked the male's neck with a hickey. A little reminder of what was happening here. As if his sore ass wasn't enough. He grinned and grunted as the male began to wobble under him, his legs giving out just a moment later. Reno braced himself as he came down, the male still impaled on his cock. "That all you can take, boy?" Littlefoot ground his teeth and pushed back, just barely able to get his legs working under him. "Don't you dare stop." Reno pulled back until his tip strained at the longneck's velvety ring. "What was that?" His voice was softer now, taunting as he leaned his head in. "I didn't hear that." The longneck shivered as he pawed at the ground, shoving his hips back. "Don't you dare stop rutting me!" he screamed, his voice echoing across the clearing.

Topsy shook his head, coming out of the daze. Thicknose had abandoned his mouth, but the bull had stood there for a few moments, with the other bull's cum dripping from his open mouth. He looked over at Littlefoot, his eyes widening when he saw the younger male pushing back into Reno's savage thrusts. Just thinking about how that Onehorn could rut made his own rear clench. Saul groaned at the increased tightness, his cock responding with a throbbing pulse in kind. Topsy looked over his shoulder and growled, "How long are you going to stay up there?" The spikeside flashed a grin, "Just a bit longer, can't pull out without hurting you thanks to this." The male tugged back at his hips, making the threehorn bull yelp. "Ow, fuck! Stop that."

Littlefoot was moaning like one of the females during breeding season as he kept pushing back into the onehorn. Turning his head just a little, he could see the male's thick legs flexing as he drove himself in again and again. His add had stopped hurting, for the moment at least, and he was feeling great. In fact, as he watched the male rutting him, his own cock began to firm up again. He watched, fascinated, as his arousal grew and bulged in front of him. Reno grunted at him and jerked his hips to the side, forcing Littlefoot's rear over some. "Like what you see? Stretch that neck out and watch me as I pump you full."

With his cheeks burning, the longneck stretched out, almost curling into a full circle. His mouth hung open as the bull pounded deep into his ass before pulling back, only resting half of his cock in his ass. Even in the moonlight, he could see the bull's cock throb as he began to cum, pumping his thick seed into Littlefoot's ass. Reno gave him a couple good shots into his back end before pulling out. He timed it perfectly, his spiral-shaped tip just popping clear of the clenching rear before it fired again. The spurt caught Littlefoot across the rear, some even managing to splash against his face. He brought his hips down, cock angling towards the longneck. The prone male lunged forward, managing to get his mouth open just in time to catch the last spray.

"Good job, Kid." Littlefoot blushed as he looked up at Reno, the onehorn smirking as he shook out and stumbled off. Littlefoot rolled over onto his side, panting heavily as he looked around at the crowd. It seemed like a lot of males had broken off into pairs or small groups. Dull thwacks and grunts were filling the air.

His eyes went skyward as something snapped at the air. A large flyer, bearing several scars along his body, was spreading his wings and gliding in. Sierra flashed a grin at Littlefoot as he dropped onto all fours. "You all done in?" The sight of the male made Littlefoot's heart speed up, but he shook his head slowly. "Good, then open wide." He glanced at the flyer again, remembering how the male had kidnapped and nearly killed several of his friends. Despite the anger he knew he should be feeling towards the male, he slipped his maw under the winger male's body.

Sierra was already erect and wanting, his spiral-shaped cock twitching a little with his heartbeat. Littlefoot ran his tongue against the spines on the cock, feeling how the flexed against his touch. Working at the cock with his tongue, he felt uncoil ever so slightly when he worked it. He rolled onto his back, eager to let his legs rest for a moment, as he pushed his head forward. The flyer shuffled over him, pressing his groin right against the longneck's face. Claws scratched at his chest and throat as the male groaned low encouragements. He shivered against the touches, but didn't pull away since they were oddly arousing. Littlefoot used his tongue to slide over the cock, playing with that odd shape. It didn't take more than a couple seconds before it felt it coiling around his tongue, squeezing it as the male began to thrust slowly.

Topsy nearly staggered as Saul slipped out, his knot and cock sliding from the bull's stretched hole. "Good grief, that felt..." The spikeside snorted, "I know, good huh?" Being a proud bull, the threehorn just snorted back. He shook his head as a stonetail started forward, "I think I'm out this time." The male grumbled a bit, but turned his attention on Saul.

Topsy looked over at Littlefoot to see how the younger male was doing. His eyes grew wider as he saw that the longneck was on his back, face buried in a flyer's groin. The other male's hips were bucking slowly, fucking the longneck's face. While his hips were pumping away, his hands were hardly sitting idle. While one scratched at the prone male's body, his other was curled around the longneck's pulsing cock. As Topsy watched, the male opened his mouth and pressed his teeth ever so slightly against the firm flesh. As he watched it, the bull felt his breeding stick begin to rise up. "One more tonight and we're done."

Littlefoot squirmed under the male. Sierra's hands and tongue were more than enough to get him worked up. Combine that with the way the flyer was rutting his mouth? Oh, the longneck was in bliss. But then to have the male start playing with his aching hard cock? Oh that was a wondrous kind of torture. He was doing an incredible job. One moment, he'd have the longneck worked up right to the edge. Then, before he could pop, Sierra would use his teeth and claw to bring him down just enough. "Don't tease him too much, flapper." Even without looking, Littlefoot would recognize Topsy's voice. Sierra's tongue lashed against his tip as he spoke around the cock, "I'll do what I want, you overgrown pest." Topsy dismissed the flyer with an all too familiar snort. "Came over here to tell you that you won, kid. That, and to get a bit of fun myself."

The longneck shivered visibly as the threehorn moved over him, dropping his hips down. Topsy was far older than Littlefoot, and far more experienced with things. He'd taken his fair share of partners in this belly-to-belly position. Problem was, he was younger then, and his partners were usually bigger. He could feel his knees just start to creak when his cock found the prone male's rear. Littlefoot moaned from the gentle probing, but arched off the ground as Topsy plunged his cock into the waiting hole.

Littlefoot was thankful that he was flat on his back, since he was reeling. The double sensation of Sierra fucking his mouth and teasing his cock would have been enough to bring him to his knees before. But now that Topsy was cramming his cock into his ass as well? It was a good thing he didn't pass out right there. What made it even better was how he could feel Reno's cum being forced out around the bull's cock.

Sierra pulled his head back with a grumbled as the threehorn mounted the longneck. He offered a hiss and began to buck against the male's face faster. If he stayed here too long, then Topsy might crush him under his bulk. While the bull was still in the air some, he lowered his head and began to lick at the cock faster. He had an agile tongue, and knew just how to wrap it around a male's cock to make him blow in no time. One reason he survived as long as he did. Makes someone far less likely to kill you, when you could blow their mind like this. It didn't take long, just a handful of seconds, before he felt that tip start to flare wider. He'd been watching the longneck since earlier in the day. Considering just how many times he'd blow, the younger male shouldn't have a lot left.

Note, he shouldn't have a lot.

The first blast male the flyer gag, his head jerking back. The next spurt caught him in the throat, thick cum running down his throat. Sierra groaned, pounding his hips against the longneck's face as the male liberally coated his front. "Damn, boy! How much do you have... arrrugh!" He coughed as the longneck's last spurt caught him right in the mouth. Planting all fours on the ground, he delivered machine gun thrusts to the male's mouth. Littlefoot's tongue tried to keep up with him, but it was just too much. One firm thrust and he felt his cock stretch out.

Littlefoot moaned under Sierra as he tasted the flyer's slightly fishy cum splash against his mouth. He was feeling utterly relaxed after that his finish, which was made even more intense thanks to the talented threehorn above him. The flyer didn't give him much to taste, a couple pumps and he was pulling away. The male's claws scratched at the ground as he took to the air, just getting to a tree before stopping. Littlefoot looked up at Topsy with a low moan, seeing the bull's throat. He leaned in and nuzzled, kissing it as he tried to push against the male. "Easy there," groaned the bull as he angled his head down, lips a scant inch from Littlefoot's mouth. "I'm not going to last too long. Don't tell anyone though." Littlefoot giggled and shook his head, lifting his mouth to kiss the bull.

Topsy angled his head and pushed into the kiss, his larger tongue invading the longneck's mouth. The slick muscles wrestled against each other as he laid his bulk down onto the male fully. He was buried vent-deep into the soft ass under him. The night had taken more out of him than he thought, maybe he was getting too old. Nah, just that Saul and his damn knot had thrown him off. A tremor raced through his bulky form when Littlefoot's rear clenched around his base lightly. He moaned into the kiss, moving to break it so he could bellow out, but the longneck lifted his head to keep the embrace. Something about that set him off, making him call out into Littlefoot's mouth as he erupted.

Grandpa grunted as the other longneck pushed against him, his older bones creaking. Brom twined his neck around the other male's neck, rubbing them together sensually. Both males were panting, their eyes looking over at the threehorn's bulk. "He's got his mother's eyes, you know." The older male groaned as the bull hit something just right inside of him. "More than that, you know." Brom's chuckle was deep, vibrating through their bodies. "Oh, I can imagine that." Their necks rubbed against each other, the males purring and trumpeting in musical accompaniment. The elder gasped, "I think he might have your sex drive." Brom grinned and whispered into the older male's ear, "No, he has his mother's."

Before the elder could ask what he meant by that, he felt a tongue bathing over his cock. Two heads swiveled down to look under him, seeing Littlefoot swaying as he wrapped his mouth around the flared tip. "Littlefoot, oooo, what are you, mmm, doing?" The younger male pulled his mouth off with a gasp, "Just one more Grandpa, before the sun rises." Brom rumbled out a purr so deep that it shook the ground as he dismounted the other longneck. "Why not two?" Sliding alongside the older male, he angled as best he could to get the cocks close together. Looking over his side, he moaned as Littlefoot's mouth eagerly wrapped around his cock and sucked on it. "Got her eyes," he huffed, eyes narrowing. For just a moment, he could imagine that it was the female longneck under him. Her soft mouth sliding over his cock, tongue playing with his tip, urging him deeper...

Littlefoot nearly choked as Brom rocked his hips forward, cock pressing against his throat. He pulled off with a wet plop and turned his attention towards the older male. Putting his tongue to work, he bathed over the flesh, slipping his tongue up and down the flesh as he panted. Brom grunted at being left alone, but flexed his hips and rubbed his cock against his belly. His eyes darted between the two males. Grandpa was fairly close, brought to that point by the rutting he'd been on the receiving end of moments before. Brom knew just what to watch for, how the male's neck arched and his haunches began to twitch.

Before he could pop, Littlefoot pulled off and turned back towards his father. Brom let his cock fall from its masturbation level and felt those velvet lips close around him again. His hips rocked a little as his son eagerly swallowed down his cock. He felt the younger male try to take him into his throat, only to back off quickly. He huffed, glancing over at the elder longneck. A smirk crossed his lips at a thought. Brom swung his tail up and around, pushing the tip into the male's pucker. Grandpa jerked, eyes going wide as he gasped. Brom let out a deep rumble as his tail lashed around inside of the male's rump, tapping against all the right places. Working his tail around inside of the male's rear, he felt his own groin tightening.

"Littlefoot, pull off!"

The younger male pulled back right as Brom felt his cock tensing, and Grandpa's ass tightening. The older male fired first, his thick wad catching Littlefoot on the cheek and neck. He'd just finished when Brom unleashed his torrent. The bull was in his prime, his load thicker and coming in far larger volume. Back and forth they went, one spraying right after the other. Littlefoot tried to keep up, lapping at their tips as he coaxed them to give him their all.

In the few seconds it took for them to finish, the older bulls had practically painted the younger male white. The sun was just rising up as Brom felt his cock sliding back into his vent. "Think you might have to clean up there." Littlefoot yawned and blinked those soft brown eyes of his. "I will after a little nap." He wobbled on his feet, head dipping as he drifted off. Brom chuckled and looked towards Grandpa. The older male was already out of it, snoring ever so softly. This time Brom barked out a laugh as he removed his tail, flicking it behind him. Lowering his head a little, the male rumbled out a purr and let himself drift off into a bit of a sleep.