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Bronx's Bitch

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by SHIPPO

https://shippo.sofurry.com/

Disclaimer: This is a Disney's Gargoyles fanfiction. 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.

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Author's Note: Lexington's sexual orientation is more-or-less confirmed: http://gargoyles.wikia.com/wiki/Staghart

"You'll be okay until morning," said Brooklyn as he landed on the battlement of Bastle Wyvern, gently holding Lexington cradled in his arms. The tan-green gargoyle rolled his eyes, but didn't struggle in the red-skinned gargoyle's arms. In all honesty, Lexington rather liked the attention, and he very much liked being this close to the handsome second-in-command of the Manhattan Clan.

"It's not that bad," Lexington protested weakly, mostly for appearances than because he actually wanted to get away from the warmth of his clanbrother's sleekly-muscled chest and belly, though he did get to his feet when he was gently set down, only limping slightly to keep from overstressing the bullet hole in one wing. "That punk in the alley just got lucky."

"You mean you got careless," Brooklyn teased, reaching out to rub Lexington's smooth head affectionately. "It's okay, Lex; besides, it'll all heal up tomorrow night."

"Yeah, yeah," sighed Lexington, before making a shooing motion with his hands. "Go on, I know you've got a lot of patrolling left to do tonight, and even more than usual now that I'm out of it for the rest of the night."

"Only if you're sure," the dutiful Brooklyn said, his eyes betraying his concern for his smaller friend. Lexington gave Brooklyn a grin and a wave in answer, and Brooklyn hopped back up onto the battlement of Castle Wyvern, spreading his wings, his lithe muscles tensing in ways that made Lexington's heart ache in ways he'd only just barely begun to explore. "I'll see you at dawn, Lex."

"See you," Lexington answered, then watched as Brooklyn leapt from the battlements, letting the many air currents rising from the city catch him, bearing the handsome male up and away, and giving Lexington a tantalizing glimpse of the red-skinned rump beneath Brooklyn's loincloth in the process. "Just wish I could see more of you," he grumbled as Brooklyn winged away into the night, before turning and entering the castle, intending to settle down and relax as much as he could.

Rather recently, Lexington had been introduced to something called the "Internet," after putting in a great deal of time and effort gathering the parts to build his own computer. He hadn't bothered sharing his discovery with the other Gargoyles, and had simply kept the piecemeal machine in a separate room which he'd designated as his workshop, where the other gargoyles just didn't go, to better give the technically-inclined gargoyle the privacy he needed to think and to tinker. It was while browsing through the world of the Internet that Lexington had discovered the world of porn. It was as though a good section of this human-made invention were devoted solely to sharing pictures of naked people, very often doing...things with each other. Things that Lexington, being young and impressionable, absorbed like a sponge. All the same, he would very likely have shared his discovery at least with Broadway and Brooklyn, knowing that they'd probably appreciate a good part of the naughty treasures Lexington had found. The only problem was, Lexington's preferences didn't run towards the sorts of sexy stuff that he knew, instinctively, was "normal." When he'd started exploring the vast quantity of carnal delights online, Lexington had gradually drifted more toward sites that showed images of naked men more than naked women. From there, he'd started to learn about homosexuality, and gradually realized that, though he did appreciate females, and could even derive some sexual excitement from seeing them, he was much, much more interested in males. Including, Lexington had finally admitted to himself in his moments of solitary contemplation, males of his own species, and most especially Brooklyn. All the times they'd spent captured together had confirmed to Lexington that he liked being in Brooklyn's company (though those times had been forced upon him), and he couldn't deny that his red-skinned clanbrother was absolutely gorgeous.

These thoughts in mind, Lexington loosened the belt of his loincloth, not taking it off just yet, grateful that this was one of those nights when Hudson was out as well, spending time with Goliath as the clan leader helped the gargoyle veteran memorize the various streets and subsections of the island of Manhattan. Flipping the switch he'd jury-rigged into the top of the homebuilt computer, Lexington felt his heart starting to beat faster in anticipation of the night's debauchery, and turned away, shivering slightly at the light chill of the room against his naked skin. Walking through the room, the young gargoyle scanned his shelves, knowing he'd put his water-based lubricant around here somewhere...

*

Despite Lexington's attempts to keep his proclivities on the Internet a secret, there was in fact one of the gargoyles of the Manhattan clan that knew what the slender green male got up to in his workshop. Of course, Lexington hadn't taken any pains to hide his secrets from that gargoyle, not thinking there would be any danger in letting that one know. After all, Bronx couldn't talk.

At that moment, Bronx was just finishing his own patrol of the outer walls of Castle Wyvern, having used his astonishing climbing skill to travel around almost the entire circumference of both the ancient castle and the vast modern skyscraper beneath it. Lacking wings, Bronx was regularly left back at the castle, or wherever the clan laired, to act as its home guard. This might have rankled at some gargoyles, especially the very young and the very old among the humanoid members of the species, the ones who were also regularly required to fill that role, but Bronx's kind, the gargoyle beasts, had been filling this role for generations uncounted, their role less to defend and watch over a territory and its humans so much as the gargoyles that lived within that territory. However, that didn't mean that Bronx didn't sometimes require rewards for his unflinching and unfailingly loyal service.

For most of his life, Bronx had always been satisfied with the simple demands of guardianship, a biological as well as psychological need that all gargoyles shared, and had felt that the loving companionship and friendship of his fellow gargoyles, and the occasional human, had been more than enough payment for his efforts. However, that had changed somewhat after meeting Boudicca on the island of Avalon. The she-beast gargoyle and Bronx, neither of them having met another of their kind before, had immediately hit it off, and had spent a great deal of time in each others' presence while the other gargoyles had been having their various adventures on Avalon. During that time spent together, Bronx and Boudicca had shared their firs sexual experiences together, awakening something deep within them both.

Of course, Boudicca was far away then, the time difference between Avalon and Earth's mortal realm meaning that she probably hadn't even started to show signs of the new life growing within her. She certainly hadn't begun to pine for her mate, and likely wouldn't for some years yet in the mortal world. Bronx, however, with his newly-awakened sexual urges, had gone for quite long enough; he needed to relieve some of the intense pressure that had been building up within him, for the mating season was upon him, and Boudicca was not there to help him. Lacking a natural source of primal relief, however, Bronx decided he didn't mind seeking a slightly more unnatural source.

Stepping onto the main landing at the top of Castle Wyvern, where the gargoyles all took their places each dawn for their stone sleep, Bronx walked to the door leading inside the castle and nudged it open with his blunt, bulldog-like muzzle. The blue-grey gargoyle beast then lifted his head slightly, letting his heightened sense of smell tell him where Lexington was, the scent of the younger gargoyle's steadily-growing arousal acting to heighten Bronx's own mating urge. Yes, Bronx could tell right away that the gargoyle boy would make a fine vessel to sate the hulking gargoyle beast's savage passions. His sac and sheath began to rapidly swell with anticipation of what was soon to come.

*

There was the lube. Lexington smiled to himself as he'd noticed the edge of the bottle beneath the little cot he'd set up in his workshop, for those times when he wanted to lie down while pleasuring himself. Crouching, and then dropping onto all-fours, the slender green male crawled halfway beneath the cot, reaching out to take firm hold of the bottle of lubricant with a triumphant smile.

Lexington's smile faltered suddenly as he heard the door to the workshop creak open. Had he shut the door tightly? As his mind cast back to his entrance into the room, he realized that he hadn't. But who could be walking in on him right then? Weren't all the other gargoyles out for the night? Glad that he hadn't pulled his loincloth down yet, Lexington started to crawl backwards to greet whoever it was intruding on his privacy, all the better to get rid of the person as soon as possible so that he could go back to his intended activities of the night. Before he'd managed to more than pull his head out from beneath the cot, however, Lexington was frozen in place by a deep, menacing growl. Risking a look over his shoulder, Lexington blinked in confusion.

"Bronx?" the slender garg-boy exclaimed, seeing the squat, hulking figure of the castle's protector looming behind him. As he started to rise, however, the large, powerful beast stepped forward, and roughly seized hold of Lexington's loincloth at the waist, gripping it tightly in his jaws. Lexington gave a sharp cry of surprise as he lost his balance, falling back to all-fours as Bronx swiftly and easily jerked the garg-boy's loincloth down to Lexington's mid-thighs, then savagely tore it off, tossing it aside with a toss of his thick, blunt head. "Bronx, what are you...oh!"

Bronx thrust his muzzle forward then, and Lexington's voice was raised in a high-pitched exclamation, which soon turned into a long moan, as the gargoyle beast began to lick Lexington's green-skinned backside, starting at the boy's plump sac, and ending at the younger gargoyle's anus. Despite himself, Lexington arched his tail upward, gasping in shock at the strange, pleasurable sensations the gargoyle beast's oral attentions were bringing him. The gasp turned into a long, drawn-out moan as Bronx's huge paws gripped Lexintong's bared bottom, spreading his cheeks apart as the gargoyle beast plunged his tongue into the smaller male's tailhole, his sharp fangs pricking the garg-boy's buns with each thrust of his head.

The intensity of the sensations were too much for the virgin Lexington, at least at first, and he was left gasping for breath, spots flashing in front of his eyes for several critical seconds as Bronx slid his tongue out of the green-skinned male. Suddenly, however, Lexington realized what was happening with a start, and turned around, only to be nearly knocked onto his back by the force of the rampantly-aroused beast.

"Easy, Bronx," soothed Lexington, his mind working desperately as he tried to figure some way for him to get out of this situation, knowing that, even if he were able to physically overpower Bronx normally, which he seriously doubted, there was no way he'd be able to do so now, with a bad wing. "Just relax, boy. I'm sure we can work something out here..."

Then Lexington's eyes drifted to between Bronx's thick, muscular hind legs, widening as he saw the gargoyle's beast's absolutely immense red erection standing at full attention from Bronx's blue-grey sheath, above a pair of equally immense balls. In that instant, Lexington got an idea. He only hoped it would be enough to save him from the savage deflowering he knew Bronx had in mind.

"Lemme just take care of you, Bronxie," Lexington continued to say, his smaller hands rising, stroking along Bronx's muscled underbelly. "I know you've watched me in here, watching porn. Let me show you some of the stuff I've learned from the Internet."

Bronx hesitated at Lexington's words. As a gargoyle beast, rather than a common dog, he had a decent understanding of most of the words spoken by the two-leggers, even if he wasn't able to use their language himself. He'd occasionally even glanced up at the screen of Lexington's computer on those occasions when he'd wandered into the small male's workshop, and it might have been some of the images he'd seen there that had given his subconscious the boost it needed to recognize Lexington as a possible source of relief from the desperate breeding urges upon him right then. Mmm, and those hands did feel pretty good...rrrr! Especially the way Lexington was stroking Bronx's rigid cock right then.

His breath coming in ragged gasps from the intensity of the moment, Lexington watched with steadfast stare as he wrapped his smaller talons around Bronx's shaft, feeling how hot it was against his palm. He'd only ever watched and read about this sort of thing, of course, so he could only guess if he was doing it right, but based on Bronx's reaction, the gargoyle beast starting to slowly hunch his hips, giving deep, throaty grunts of rising pleasure with each spurt of precum that stained the stone floor of the workshop, Lexington had to guess he was doing something right. The only question was, would it be enough to save his virginity?

Suddenly, Bronx hit some unexpected barrier of his lust, and rose up, his heavy paws slamming into the wall behind Lexington's head. This left the garg-boy kneeling beneath Bronx, looking almost directly down the barrel of a fully erect beastcock. Starting to scramble back in horror as he realized what Bronx had in mind, Lexington was stopped by a low, dangerous growl from the powerful, larger male above him. Giving a half-sob of defeat, Lexington lowered his head submissively, one hand wrapping around Bronx's shaft once more, his fingers unable to quite close all the way around the girthy beastcock. With a moment of hesitant trepidation, Lexington gave the tip of Bronx's penis an experimental lick, then blinked as he discovered the taste of the copious precum leaking from the gargoyle beast's cock wasn't that bad-tasting. Closing his mouth around Bronx's prick, Lexington soon decided that, actually, the big four-legged male's prejizz actually tasted pretty gooMMMMF!

One vast paw pressing firmly down on the back of Lexington's head, Bronx arched his hips forward with a deep grunt of pleasure, making the garg-boy start to make fearful cries of distress as the bigger male plugged off Lexington's throat. Holding himself there for several long seconds, Bronx exulted in the exquisite clenching of his helpless bitch's throat as Lexington feebly pushed against Bronx's belly and chest, his efforts all in vain. Despite how good it felt, how intense the rush of dominance Bronx got from being so rough with his new bitch, he didn't want to make Lexington pass out either, and finally relented, pulling his hips back, letting Lexington breathe once again.

The rough treatment, rather than diminishing Lexington's own rising lust, just seemed to enflame it, and the smaller male soon began to bob his head swiftly, eagerly, moaning loudly around the thick, meaty length of juicy cock in his mouth. Lexington had never been drunk before, but he guessed that this must be what drunkenness felt like. His hands soon reached around Bronx's waist, gripping the other male's rump firmly as he pumped his head forward and back, careful of his teeth just like he'd read you were supposed to be, his slender, agile tongue looping around Bronx's shaft, flicking over the heavily-leaking tip many times, tasting the thick, heady male essence the dominant male was constantly leaking.

Suddenly, Bronx gave another grunt, and jerked his hips back, his cock popping free of Lexington's mouth before he dropped to all-fours. The sudden motion left Lexington slumping back onto his butt, blinking in surprise, before he saw Bronx advancing on him, the gargoyle beast licking his chops eagerly.

"Aw no," Lexington whimpered, holding up a hand as he dragged himself along the floor, away from Bronx. "No, you can't be serious! You're too big, Bronx, you're just too...ah!"

Bronx ignored Lexington's protests, and instead easily pushed the smaller male over with his head, getting him onto all-fours, just the way Bronx wanted him. Bronx heard his bitch making some desperate pleading noises, his voice getting steadily more high-pitched, until Lexington sounded almost like a real female, but the big beast only answered these pleas with a snort of derision, before he roughly pushed Lexington's cheek to the stone floor of the workshop with one mighty paw. This brought a final whimper of utter defeat and humiliating submission from the weak little male, before Bronx wrapped both his powerful forelimbs around his bitch's hips, and mounted Lexington's upraised rump.

Feeling his sinuous tail shoved to the side by Bronx's hips, Lexington blushed furiously as he felt the powerful beast's cock thrust into the supple curves of the small male's tight, toned buns, hotdogging little Lexington, letting the smaller male feel just how hot and hard Bronx was for his bitch. All the while, Bronx kept leaking precum on Lexington's firm butt, and Lexington knew he was being marked by the beast, making a very clear scent that would declare to everything with a nose for it that the smaller male was Bronx's property; his bitch. Then, on one of Bronx's slow forward thrusts, the pointed tip of his immense red member caught in the tense virgin pucker of Lexington's tailhole. Whimpering loudly, cheeks hot with shame at how much like a girl he must sound right then, Lexington's claws gripped the hard stone beneath him as he braced himself for the first swift, brutal thrust that would deflower him, claiming his virginity.

The expected thrust never came. Instead, Bronx took his time, obviously in no great hurry as he worked his hips in tight circles, pressing forward a little, then pulling back, carefully stretching Lexington open just as he'd prized open Boudicca's equally virginal pussy back on Avalon. As a gargoyle beast, Bronx's instincts for protection continued even when he was in the throes of the most intense mating urges, and he wanted his partner, unwilling or not, to enjoy everything that was done to him. It was on the first slow forward-and-back motion that Lexington finally felt his tailhole part, his back arching, mouth and eyes opening wide as Bronx sank to the hilt in Lexington's bottom.

What a feeling! In all his wildest fantasies or his own clumsy experimentation, Lexington had never once come close to discovering how truly good it could feel to have a real cock hitting his prostate. It was all the little gargoyle could do to keep from creaming right then and there, his cock already straining at full erection, leaking copious precum onto the cool stone on which he crouched, on all-fours like a true bitch of Bronx should be. The big, solid male above him seemed to sense Lexington's eagerness, and Bronx's second thrust slapped firmly against Lexington's buns, making them bounce with the impact, as did Lexington's plump, swollen balls as Bronx's even more swollen ones pressed against them from behind.

There was no reason to hold back now. Bronx heard the slutty moans of his once-unwilling bitch, could smell the intense arousal of the male below him, and decided to just let go, his lips curling back in a savage, lusty snarl as he started to pound the wriggling, squirming little garg-boy's bottom without mercy. Lexington's high-pitched voice filled the workshop, as did the sounds of the slapping of stony flesh-on-flesh as his whole world turned into a haze of exquisite pleasure as he let himself submit fully to the more dominant male humping him like he was a bitch in heat. His cock slapping against his trim belly with each slap of Bronx's balls against his own, Lexington didn't fight the comparison any more, instead willingly, eagerly accepting his role beneath this powerful, primal beast. All these thoughts came to a head as, with a loud, feral snarl, his eyes blazing with orgasmic light, Bronx plunged his knot into Lexington's too-tight tailhole, letting it swell up fully once inside, locking them together. As what felt like gallons of cum splashed against his insides like a firehose, Lexington screamed, his whole world reeling as his eyes rolled back into his head, the most intense orgasm of his young life rocking his body, his tail curling around Bronx's waist as spurt after gushing spurt of cum splashed against the floor and Lexington's flat stomach and trim-muscled chest.

Gasping for breath, Lexington lay there, only now noticing how his clawed fingers had scraped deep furrows in the flagstones beneath him. Exhausted now, Lexington started to rise, only to wince as he felt Bronx's knot firmly in place, holding him right where he was. Bronx gave a soft grunt as Lexington moved, and then bared his sharp fangs in a savage grin before he used one forepaw to push the smaller male's head back to the floor.

"Wh-what are you doing, Bronx?" Lexington got out fearfully, not knowing what the bigger, stronger male had in store for him. "I thought you were done."

No, Bronx wasn't even close to being done with little Lexington. Not by a very long shot. Ignoring the garg-boy's wail, Bronx started to move his hips once more, still taking it slow for now, hunching his hips forward and back, his knot squeezed almost directly against Lexington's prostate. Deciding he still had more than a few orgasms left in him, Bronx swiftly picked up the pace, baring his teeth in pleasure as he felt Lexington's tailhole tighten up around him. Yes, this would be a very long, and very pleasure-filled night indeed.

*

Brooklyn winged in just as dawn was almost over the skyscraper-lined horizon, settling into his accustomed place with his typical grace and agility in flight. He looked around at his clanmates, sharing a grin with Broadway, and a respectful nod toward Goliath and Hudson. Then his eyes fell on two empty spaces.

"Where's Lexington and Bronx?" he asked, looking to Goliath.

"I'm sure the lad is fine," replied Hudson with a light smile. "Goliath and I checked on him not long after we arrived, and his door was closed, with the sound of that computer of his humming inside, and he was making some odd noises, but nothing that sounded like he was in pain."

"Guess Lex just wanted some privacy," Broadway opined with a shrug, patting Angela's back as she settled next to him. "Probably hanging out there with Bronx."

"Yeah, I guess," Brooklyn agreed, before he turned back toward the sunrise, his musings brought to a sudden halt as stone swiftly encased his lean, neatly-muscled form. The other gargoyles joined him almost instantly, and soon all the gargoyles had entered their daily stone sleep.

Unknown to the others, the stone sleep had caught Lexington and Bronx as well in a most compromising position. Undeterred even with the approach of the sun, which both he and Lexington could feel in their deepest selves, Bronx continued to hump the small garg-boy with slow, steady strokes, working to make his final orgasm of the night last. Lexington whimpered beneath Bronx, tried to plead with him once more, knowing how exhausted he was, how utterly used up and spent, and how humiliating it would be to be caught during the day, tied to Bronx. Bronx, as before, ignored Lexington's whining, waiting until just the right moment, as the sun's rays began to creep over all of Castle Wyvern, before he began to slam his rock-hard erection home once more in a series of punishing thrusts. Lexington squealed again, his whole body going rigid as orgasm overtook his senses. Then both Bronx and Lexington went rigid in an entirely different way, caught in the moment of orgasm as the stone sleep claimed them both.

Lexington's final conscious thoughts were a desperate, sincere hope that nobody would come into his workshop during the day. The rest of the day, his unconscious mind was caught up with the most intense wet dreams, dreams shared by Bronx as the dominant male savored Lexington's tightness even in unconsciousness.

Who knew what the next night would bring?