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Bronx's Bitch

Part 2: Two for the Price of One

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by SHIPPO

https://shippo.sofurry.com/

Disclaimer: This is a Disney's Gargoyles fanfiction, and all characters are copyright the Disney Corporation. I do not own Disney's Gargoyles or its characters, and I do not make any money from this story's copyrighted characters; the story is purely for recreational purposes.

CRACK!

The stone holding Brooklyn encased in his daysleep shattered as he arched his wings, his arms stretched out wide, his mouth spreading in a ferocious snarl that doubled as a yawn. Grinning at the night sky for a moment, the red-skinned male turned and looked at his clanmates, eager for the chance to head out into the chill night and continue his work as a guardian of New York City. It was, after all, a big city, and in his youthful exuberance, Brooklyn saw every night as a new opportunity to prove himself, to grow steadily closer to the mighty warrior he hoped one day to be. A warrior like his role model, Goliath.

Brooklyn's eyes paused a moment, however, as he saw a vacant space along the parapet where the gargoyles normally slept during the day. Lexington hadn't been with them last dawn, he remembered, and he didn't show any signs of arriving now. He'd been injured the night before, cut badly by a lucky punk when he'd been a little overconfident, and while Brooklyn knew intellectually that Lexington would be perfectly fine that night, having healed all wounds during the daysleep, emotionally he still worried about his small friend.

"I'm going to go check on Lexington, Goliath," Brooklyn called out to the purple-skinned leader of the gargoyles. "I'll bet he needs a little nudge to get him back in action, after goofing off last night," he added with a light smirk, hiding his concern with humor.

"A good idea," agreed Goliath as he stepped to the edge of the parapet, along with Broadway and Angela. "In fact, you might take him with you on your patrol tonight. Even if his body is healed, it's always good to have someone with you after an injury."

"Builds the confidence back up," Hudson agreed as he started to make his way toward the stairs leading into the depths of the castle, where he'd begin his own patrol. "See if you can't find that fool Bronx as well, why don't you? I swear, that beast's gotten unruly of late. Far too willful for his own good."

"I'll see if he's with Lexington," Brooklyn agreed readily, then started up the stairs, towards the room where Lexington kept his private workshop.

In all honesty, Brooklyn didn't really understand Lexington's need for the workshop. Lexington was the expert on machines and electronics of all the gargoyles, and Brooklyn would freely admit that he didn't want to endanger any of his friend's various projects with his accidental presence, but all the same, it seemed as though Lexington had begun spending more and more of his nightly free time in that room, alone, with no company except for the computer he'd built. That computer could be heard softly whirring from outside the closed door just about every time Brooklyn passed by, and sometimes the red-skinned gargoyle could hear...other sounds as well. Sounds that he wasn't quite sure how to place. Moans, high-pitched but soft, almost inaudible. The slapping of stony gargoyle flesh against flesh. Once, Brooklyn had asked Goliath about the matter, and if he knew what Lexington was doing in that little workshop of his. Hudson, who'd been nearby, had been the one to answer.

"The lad's just working off some youthful energy," the older gargoyle had explained, giving Goliath a knowing wink, to which Goliath seemed genuinely embarrassed. "Nothing to worry yourself about, Brooklyn my boy. I'd just recommend, if you need to talk to Lexington while he's in there, that you knock first."

Knock first - on the chambers of a clanmate! It was true that Brooklyn might not know much about some aspects of gargoyle traditions, but he couldn't imagine a time when he'd ever had to do something like knock on a closed door where one of his clanmates was staying. Gargoyles didn't have the same traditions of ownership and property and personal space that humans did. They didn't really need them, their society more open, more free. After all, what was the point in keeping hold of something that could be easily taken away from you while you slept during the day? Hudson's sword was one of the few exceptions that Brooklyn could think of, however, and if there was one exception, perhaps...perhaps there was something to it all the same.

Mulling these thoughts over in his mind, Brooklyn reached Lexington's door, and gave it a light tap with the back of one knuckle.

"Lexington?" Brooklyn called out softly, feeling strangely as though he were intruding, even though he knew such a feeling was silly: since when was a gargoyle concerned about barging into the room of another? "Lexington, I'm coming in."

*

"Ngh," groaned Lexington as he continued to sprawl on the floor, Bronx's knot buried in him, making his whole body tremble as the gargoyle beast shook the stone dust from his body upon his awakening. "Bronx, did you have to tie with me all night long? At this rate, my butt's going to be absolutely mauled."

Bronx glanced over his shoulder at Lexington, his expression making it clear that the gargoyle beast cared not one whit. He'd taken Lexington quite thoroughly, and seemed to regard the smaller male's body as his personal property now. For a gargoyle beast, laying claim to someone was common, and easy in theory: if you weren't strong enough to earn a gargoyle beast's respect, then you'd earn its cock, if it felt like it. While Bronx hadn't done this sort of thing himself before, he'd known a few gargoyle beasts who had, and even watched on occasion as they'd rutted with humanoid gargoyles, males as well as females, plowing them out thoroughly. Generally, mounting a female humanoid gargoyle was frowned upon, though, since they had the sacred duty of bearing the eggs that ensured the survival of a clan. Males, however...

Suddenly, Bronx heard Brooklyn's voice from outside the room, as well as a knock on the door. Being unashamed of his actions, Bronx didn't really pay the sounds much heed. Lexington, however, also heard the sounds, and started to squirm desperately, making Bronx grunt deep in his throat at the way the younger male's wriggling made him tense up around Bronx's knot all the more tightly.

"W-wait, Brooklyn!" called out Lexington desperately as the door started to open. "Wait! Don't come in yet. I...I'm not ready for..."

But it was too late. The door swinging wide, Brooklyn took a single step into the fairly large workshop, and came to a complete, total stop, his jaw dropping in shock. Then the red-skinned gargoyle's beaklike muzzle started to curl up into a mocking smirk. Somehow, that smirk hurt more than anything else Brooklyn could ever have done to poor Lexington. For the longest time he'd had a serious crush on the gorgeous second-in-command of the Manhattan Clan, and now, as Brooklyn found him in the most vulnerable position of Lexington's life, his reaction was one of mockery.

"Well, looks like you got a little tied up here," Brooklyn scoffed, stepping into the room.

"Brooklyn, please," whimpered Lexington, covering his face with his hands, before giving a sharp _gasp_as Bronx's knot deflated enough to let him free, a massive discharge from his tailhole running down his legs. "Please, I didn't mean for this to happen."

"It's a little late for anything else, now isn't it?" chuckled Brooklyn, dropping to his haunches next to where Lexington now slumped to the floor, feeling almost as spent and used as he had last night, after the royal humping Bronx had given him. "I mean, Bronx smelled a randy bitch, and he went for him...or is it her?"

Lexington gave a half-sob at Brooklyn's words, then started a little as Brooklyn reached out, before relaxing a little as Brooklyn's touch turned out to be gentle, rubbing the other male's back.

"Hey, relax," Brooklyn soothed, his smile turning more gentle. "It's not the end of the world. This just changes what you'll be doing at night a little bit. Now that Bronx has you claimed, I guess you're going to have a lot less free time for whatever you were doing in here. Still, I know he'll be happy, and I strongly suspect that you'll be happy too." He bent a little closer to Lexington, his expression curious. "It did feel good, didn't it?"

"Yes," admitted Lexington, his cheeks flushing deeply.

"There you are, then," Lexington finished with a shrug. "Guess we'll have to let Goliath and Hudson know, though. I heard gargoyle beasts would mount male gargoyles sometimes, if the male wasn't dominant enough to resist. No offense, Lexington, but you do sort of fit that description pretty closely."

As Brooklyn was prattling on, Bronx had ambled over to the side of the room to crouch down and lick himself clean. Mmm, that did feel pretty good. Letting his eyes play over the room, Bronx gave a soft snort as he noticed Brooklyn crouched low on his haunches next to Lexington, his rump thrust slightly outward behind him, giving Bronx a few flashes of firm red flesh. And what fine haunches they were, Bronx decided with a slight nod of his head. As the gargoyle version of a canine, Bronx was a connoisseur of hind ends as a matter of natural inclination. Yes, definitely very shapely, well-formed and trimly-muscled. Lexington's bottom was certainly attractive, small and tight and rounded like twin soap bubbles. Brooklyn's, however, had a certain masculine attraction, a pleasant smoothness that was very easy on the eyes.

All his attention on Lexington, half-teasing and half-comforting his friend, Brooklyn didn't even notice the soft tread of the powerful gargoyle beast as Bronx started to pad toward him, rising lust plainly evident in his eyes. In fact, Brooklyn didn't realize anything until he suddenly felt a set of powerful jaws close tightly on the belt of his loincloth, and - RRRRIP!- tear it all away, leaving him suddenly and completely naked!

"What the-?" Brooklyn exclaimed in shock, half-turning. "Bronx, what are you...? Ah!"

Bronx's powerful body plowed against Brooklyn's, shoving the younger, smaller male down onto the floor of the workshop. Bumping his head on the floor as he fell, Brooklyn saw stars for a few moments, then lifted himself up onto all-fours, shaking his head a little to clear it. That was all the opportunity Bronx needed, for an instant later, his broad, powerful paw came down on the back of Brooklyn's head, pushing the red-skinned gargoyle's beaklike muzzle to the smooth stone of the floor, holding him pinned in place.

Nearby, Lexington was only barely starting to get himself gathered together, and had finally, gingerly, settled onto his cot. Watching Bronx assault Brooklyn, the smaller male briefly considered intervening, then discarded the idea. After all, Brooklyn had said gargoyle beasts only claimed weaker males that couldn't resist them. If he was so strong and dominant, like a second-in-command should be, Lexington would let Brooklyn get himself out of this mess...if he could.

Instead of moving to help his clanmate, then, Lexington leaned back slightly on the cot, watching closely as Bronx started to sniff at Brooklyn's tailhole, and then let his thick, smooth tongue unfurl, before pressing it against the other male's tense rosette, and starting to lick. Oh yeah, this was so much better than Internet porn! Hearing the first of Brooklyn's moans, Lexington reached down, cupping his plump sac in one hand, his other encircling his shaft, slowly stroking himself to a nice erection. After last night, Lexington was only briefly surprised that he still had anything left in him. But the stone sleep had done its job, and Lexington found himself immediately ready for more. He even suspected, if he could have a daysleep without Bronx splitting him wide, he'd even heal his tailhole back to near-virgin dimensions.

What was going on...wait! No! Brooklyn started to get his senses back, only to realize he'd been moaning as Bronx worked his tongue over and even into the red-skinned gargoyle's tailhole. Presently, Brooklyn's long, muscular tail was draped to the side, held there by Bronx's paw, the other still holding Brooklyn firmly in place on the floor, on all-fours. Brooklyn started to struggle as he realized his position, kicking out at Bronx, only narrowly missing clocking the gargoyle beast right on the snout, Bronx's astonishing reflexes the only thing that saved him from a heavy blow from Brooklyn's foot-talons. Curling back his upper lip in anger at the resistance of his intended bitch, Bronx growled menacingly, but Brooklyn swung his tail like a whip, this time connecting, making Bronx give a barking snarl of pain and anger - mostly anger, since he was as durable as any gargoyle, and a tailstrike that could have knocked a full-grown man off his feet was simply an annoyance to the thick-bodied gargoyle beast.

Determined to get back into a position of strength, and knowing that he could fight Bronx far more effectively on two legs rather than four, where the gargoyle beast had the advantage, Brooklyn got his hands under him, and started to push himself up. Before he could quite make it to his feet, however, Bronx lunged for him, giving the red-skinned male a cuff across his head with one forepaw, knocking the more slender male back onto all-fours. Not willing to give up, Brooklyn tried to rise once more, only to give a sharp cry as Bronx tilted his muzzle down slightly, then wrapped his mouth around Brooklyn's sac. Feeling the barest hint of teeth, Brooklyn whimpered, then held still, finally taking the hint. As willing as he was to fight with all he had against conventional force, against the threat to his manhood, Brooklyn's desire to fight drained out immediately and completely.

Once he was assured that the other male had settled down, and wasn't going to try escaping anytime soon, Bronx went back to his slow, thorough rimming, making sure Brooklyn was thoroughly slick and wet. He didn't have to worry about Brooklyn being clean, of course: waking from the stone sleep was as good for cleansing the body as a long, hot shower.

Suddenly, Bronx stopped his licking, and Brooklyn blinked, gasping and panting for breath as he worked to regain control of himself. Had he actually...enjoyed that? Feeling the heat rushing to his cheeks, Brooklyn dared a glance down, then quickly looked back up, ashamed at the sight of his throbbing red erection. He'd better get up and get out of here before...

Ah! The heavy weight of the thick-bodied gargoyle beast suddenly landed on top of Brooklyn, powerful paws seizing the gargoyle's shoulders, shoving him down once more. Almost immediately, Brooklyn could feel Bronx's thick red organ prodding against his butt, rubbing against his firm cheeks.

"Get off me!" yelled Brooklyn. "Get...off! I'm not your b-...aaaaiiiieeee!"

Giving a deep, throaty, triumphant grunt, Bronx gave his hips a mighty thrust forward, punching roughly past Broolyn's tight anal ring, popping his tailcherry. Ignoring the other male's loud wailing, Bronx started to hunch his hips, taking his time now that he'd got himself firmly inside Brooklyn's bottom. Feeling his heavy balls squeeze up against the back of Brooklyn's red sac, Bronx gave another short grunt, this one of amused pleasure at the many noises the squirming male beneath him was making, before he started to grind his hips against Brooklyn's, drawing out the motions as much as possible, making sure his newest bitch felt every last meaty inch of his mighty beastcock.

Nearby, Lexington could hardly contain himself. There, right in front of him, the gargoyle he'd had a crush on for almost forever was getting his butt plowed by Bronx, the beast who'd claimed him by old gargoyle law. As Bronx started to hump his hips, slowly at first, making them slap against Brooklyn's upturned buns, which bounced with each impact, Lexington gave a high-pitched moan of his own to match Brooklyn's own involuntarily aroused noises. When Bronx started thrusting faster, Lexington craned his head, his eyes wide as he saw Brooklyn's beautiful red penis, bobbing and bouncing in time with each of Bronx's thrusts, and the weighty sac behind them, slapped forward with each wet, meaty impact of the gargoyle beast's balls from behind.

Without even thinking about it, Lexington slid off the bed, already so close that he could see every slight nuance of Brooklyn's expressions as he endured the strange sensation of having his prostate hammered by this brutal beast.

"It's okay, Brooklyn," soothed the green-skinned gargoyle, one hand caressing Brooklyn's cheek. "It's okay - it's all right if it feels good."

"I...I don't want it to...ah!...it's not supposed to feel good!" cried out Brooklyn, his face an erotic mix of arousal and anguish - Bronx knew how to move his hips, making sure it didn't hurt, something Lexington knew from very personal experience. If it had hurt, then Brooklyn would have been able to hate what was being done, without any reservations. But it didn't. Actually, the longer Bronx moved his hips, the better it felt.

Reaching his other hand to Brooklyn's tail, Lexington craned his neck a little, biting his lower lip as he took a good, close look at how Bronx's fat red cock was stretching the red-skinned male's tailhole so widely, it looked like a perfectly smooth ring, without any of the normal wrinkles. And that perfect, tight-stretched ring clung to the big crimson cock stuffed into it, deforming to pull on the shaft whether it was driving in or yanking out. Swallowing a little, feeling suddenly nervous, not wanting to hurt his friend and crush, but also not wanting to miss out on this opportunity, Lexington started to turn his attention toward the bobbing red-skinned cock bouncing between Brooklyn's thighs, watching eagerly as it dripped and even squirted onto the flagstones beneath the coupling gargoyles.

"So that's what all the noise was all about," said a familiar voice from the doorway, startling Lexington, interrupting him as he turned to look guiltily up at Hudson, who stood framed there, arms folded before his chest.

"Hudson!" Brooklyn called out, trying to lift himself up, only to be roughly shoved back into place by Bronx's heavy paw, before the gargoyle beast continued hunching his hips at his former steady pace, not yet opening up into full-powered bestial humping yet. "Hudson, please, you've gotta help me!"

"No can do, lad," Hudson said with a rueful shake of his head. "It's longstanding tradition among the clans: the gargoyle beasts take a few for their own, to sate their lusts when there's not enough females of their sort around. But don't take it so hard," he added as Brooklyn's face sank into abject despair, "it's not like you're not allowed to enjoy other pleasures of the flesh. You just belong to Bronx, first and foremost. I've yet to see a gargoyle beast that wasn't a generous and very open lover."

"But Hudson..." Brooklyn tried to plead, but the older gargoyle was already on his way out of the room, closing the door tightly behind him, trapping Brooklyn in the room with Bronx. As though he even had a chance of escaping!

As though sensing his triumph with the departure of the only gargoyle that he'd almost always obey, Bronx gripped Brooklyn's hips even tighter, then started to really work his hips, opening up with all the savage, bestial lust he'd had building up for so long, before he'd decided to claim these two fine young males for his own. Brooklyn cried out shrilly as his trim, tight bottom was pumped at such a new, frantic pace, his eyes popping wide open, his cock leaking copious precum all over the stone floor as his hands balled into tight fists. This just couldn't be happening! He was being mounted like a female...and he was enjoying it!

Before he knew what was happening, Brooklyn felt a pair of lips press against his own, cutting off his loud cries, muffling them as a pointed tongue slid its way into his muzzle. It was Lexington! At first, Brooklyn tried to struggle, but in his present position, that was utterly impossible. He tried to get out some sort of protest, but it was lost against the mouth so eagerly kissing his. Then, suddenly surrendering himself completely to the sensations tearing through his freshly-deflowered body, Brooklyn's eyes rolled back into his head, and he began to kiss Lexington back, moaning even more loudly than before, spurts of precum jetting across the floor.

Losing himself in the maelstrom of sensations that were quickly overwhelming him, Brooklyn didn't resist as Lexington started to kiss his way down Brooklyn's smooth, firm chest. He could feel his bottom bounce with each hard slap of Bronx's hips against his supple flesh, and looking down, could see Lexington's cock as the smaller gargoyle momentarily broke their kiss to better look Brooklyn in the face. The other male's penis was smooth and slender, and Brooklyn, in his pleasured haze, let his eyes grow heavy-lidded as he regarded it, before looking up into Lexington's pleasure-hazed eyes.

"I love you, Brooklyn," Lexington said softly, then kissed Brooklyn again before the other male could respond to this revelation. At the moment of oral contact, Brooklyn felt something click inside of him, and his entire body started to tremble as a chain reaction was set off, starting with an itch in his balls, and soon starting to spread everywhere.

Feeling the male beneath him start to clench his tailhole as his first chosen male bitch kissed the second, Bronx grunted deeply, his hips starting to move faster now, harder, putting some real force behind each of his thrusts. Resting his chin on Brooklyn's shoulder, Bronx huffed and growled in the other male's ear, the room now filling with the sounds of his hips slapping firm, masculine flesh, and their moans of sweet pleasure as they gave themselves over utterly to the joy of becoming Bronx's bitches...together.

Almost drowned out by the other sounds in the room, the sound of the door to the workshop nevertheless made its way to Brooklyn's rut-ravished mind. Slowly lifting his head, his eyes slowly opening, his mouth still full of Lexington's tongue, his bottom still full of Bronx's cock, Brooklyn met the gaze of first Hudson, and then Goliath.

"It's like I told you," Hudson said, apparently continuing a conversation that had been going on before the pair had entered the room. "It seems our gargoyle beast has chosen his bitches."

"Goliath," Brooklyn managed to gasp out, breaking his kiss with Lexington. "Please, it's not...I didn't want this..."

"It's too late now, Brooklyn," said Goliath, folding his arms before his broad chest, his eyes scrutinizing the scene before him with his usual stony demeanor. "This is the clan's law. Now Bronx owns you both, and it is your duty to bring him pleasure, so long as it doesn't interfere with your other duties."

"Well, he'll own you soon enough," Hudson added, even as Brooklyn's head snapped back, his eyes and mouth popping open wide as Bronx added another layer of power and speed behind his thrusts, his hips turning into a blur. "Once he works that knot into ye."

"No!" Brooklyn cried out, starting to struggle again as he felt that massive, heavy bulb of hard flesh pounding against his tailhole, stretching it just a little more with each hard thrust. "No, this can't happen! Please, Goliath, Hudson, don't let him...don't let me...please!"

But the two older gargoyles only watched in solemn silence. The only sign that they'd even heard him, Brooklyn suddenly saw, was a prominent bulge in both of their loincloths. They were...they were enjoying watching him be raped! Choking back a sob, Brooklyn's head sank down in utter defeat, before it snapped back up with a howl, a howl that was answered by Bronx as the powerful, dominant gargoyle beast plunged his cock deep into Brooklyn's backside, his knot splitting the handsome male's gorgeous butt nice and wide, before popping inside, locking them tightly together.

"And that makes it official," chuckled Hudson.

"I'm sorry, Brooklyn," Goliath said gently. "Bronx owns you now."

Feeling copious gushes of thick bestial cum filling him up, Brooklyn shuddered, his hands reaching out...and wrapping around Lexington's waist, pulling the smaller gargoyle in close. Shuddering all over, Brooklyn grit his sharp teeth tightly, his lips curling back as he felt himself being pushed right over the edge, not just by the feeling of that heavy bulb against his prostate, but by Lexington's greedy mouth as well as he kissed his friend once more, their tongues dueling lustily, before Lexington parted from the red-skinned gargoyle and started to lick Brooklyn's smooth, hairless chest, nibbling on little mouthfuls of firm flesh, all while pumping his own throbbing cock with a frantic speed that was the equal to Bronx's feverishly thrusting hips. Brooklyn gave a sharp gasp at this added stimulation, followed by a long, drawn-out moan as he felt his balls bubble, and then overflow, his cum spurting copiously onto the flagstones in a torrential gush. Moments later, Lexington let himself be taken over the edge by his own pumping hands, thick ropes of cum arching up over Brooklyn's face, wetting his muzzle and even his hair with streaks of white. Of course, the cum that landed in his already white hair wasn't nearly as visible as that which landed on his faux-beak.

Feeling himself swiftly giving in to exhaustion, Brooklyn's head started to sink down, his cheeks so deeply flushed with the utter shame of being claimed like this right in front of his elders. Too tired to resist the impulse, he lay his chin on Lexington's inner thigh as the smaller male knelt before him, then looked with tired accusation up at his clan elders, streaks of cum still painting his inhumanly handsome face.

"Well," he grumbled petulantly, "at least I'm not the only one that Bronx owns around here." He motioned with the tip of his beak and a clawtip toward Lexginton's own tailhole, which still leaked a copious trickle of Bronx's potent cum.

"I suppose not," agreed Goliath with the very slightest of smiles.

On top of Lexington's computer rig, the webcamera he'd set up as part of the total suite, but hadn't ever used before, watched impassively. Though none of the gargoyles there knew it, the red light at its base signified far more than merely the presence of power; someone had tapped into the camera, all the better to spy upon all the proceedings taking place in Lexington's workshop. Someone who very much enjoyed the show that had just been put on.