September was not particularly the most summery time of the year. It was often cold, wet, dreary and wholly depressing, especially in the United Kingdom. But for a small group of cubs and one adult corralling them, this was probably going to be the highlight of their year.

Troy knew they had been cooped up for far too long. Sitting in an experimental lab for months and then being confined to a cramped house under Etis' command for another few months thereafter was bound to make them restless, Troy knew that. As their caretaker and sole provider, and chef, and cleaner, he had something of a duty to these kids, to make sure they were happy despite their...unusual quirks. Today's outing was part of that.

The streets were quiet, if only because it was chilly, and not many were out by the beach. Troy had taken the boys on a long train ride across the country to the east coast, where there lay a town known for its amusement arcades and fun, childish activities. Though there weren't much traffic on the beachfront, that didn't meant the arcades were closed-- their bright signs light up and danced in an array of colours to signify they were open. They'd only just turned onto the street and already the group was getting excitable...well, most of them anyway.

"Troy, which one are we going in?" A feline, purple and black in colouration, grabbed at the adult Malamute's hand and tugged, bounding up and down as they walked. A ferret appeared from behind the feline and hooked an arm under his armpits, tugging him back before he could cause a ruckus.

"Hmm...I don't know..." Troy murmured, scanning along the various arcades. It technically didn't matter which one they went in to, but he didn't want to them disperse and go wandering off either. To his left, the other two cubs walked calmly along-- Arjun and Yijun respectively, and for their own reasons. Arjun was the oldest of the troupe and so was arguably the most mature, but if anything he looked decidedly restless. Yijun, however, was a shy avian, and also looked a little cold in her slim denim jacket and long, cream-coloured dress.

"...How about that one?" Troy pointed towards a fairly sizeable arcade called 'Barney's Fun House', which was body cheesy and cringy at the same time. The cubs grimaced at the name, but didn't hesitate to start making their way other at their own pace-- that is, Locke and Fritz, the feline and ferret respectively, bolted for the doors whilst Arjun and Yijun took their time making their way over. Troy swiftly followed suit so that the two younger boys didn't disappear amongst the machines.

The arcade was both strangely loud and empty. The music blasted through speakers far above their heads but most of the machines lacked any sort of queue and there was only a handful of people inside, mostly kids doing their own thing. Troy was relieved to see that Locke and Fritz was waiting for him by a skill crane near the door when he followed them, and it dawned on him why when they approached.

"Right, you kids probably want some change," Troy dug into his pocket and retrieved a wad of notes, and began counting some out. "We'll start with 20 first for each of you. I have enough for a fun day out, but I should be fair and give everyone a hard limit per arcade..."

"Awww..." Locke complained, but he didn't make a fuss, and happily took the note that Troy offered him. Fritz took his as well without issue and when Arju and Yijun inevitably caught up, he passed them a note each. The cubs dispersed, but Yijun remained, awkwardly teetering on the spot. Troy looked down at her and smiled fondly, placing a hand on her back.

"Why don't we try and coin waterfalls, Yijun?" He suggested. "We can get some change and check 'em out."

She nodded and followed along with him to the change machine. Yijun was always pretty sure, but she naturally gravitated to Troy more over the past few weeks-- probably because of what happened last time they were alone. Troy admittedly couldn't scrub the image of it from his mind, of her naked body, her quivering frame as he...

Shaking his head, Troy took the note from her and waited for the kids in front, notably Locke and Fritz, to dispense the change. Arjun had already slinked away into a quiet corner on the other side of the arcade and Troy thought nothing of it-- he was a teenager and he had been sulking since Etis had come to take Miha on a trip without him. Troy might have even considered Arjun to be infatuated with him, but the snake was likely just annoyed he didn't have his favourite toy to play with, cruel as it sounded. Once the two boys in front were done, Troy slipped the note into the bottom half of the machine, where it dispensed copper coins for them to use into a neat plastic tub.

Troy knew Yijun was a little nervous, to he took her by the hand towards the coin waterfalls and she visibly changes at the sight of the goodies that lay strew atop piles of copper coins, her black feathers and wide blue eyes illuminated by the bright lights. Troy showed her how the work the machine through a demonstration, pushing a coin through one of the three upper slots. Yijun's wide eyes followed the coin all the way down, her wings pressed to the glass. It plopped to the bottom and slid down, laying flat as the platform pushed out, its sudden intrusion on the upper platform pushing coins at the edge to the platform below, where the initial upper area pushed it forwards on its next cycle. Yijun jumped as the clank of metal coins fell down the funnel and into the metal tray beneath, and Troy ducked to scoop them up into the tub.

"Fun?" Troy hopefully asked, and Yijun wordlessly took the tub from him, staring up at him with starry eyes. He smiled and ran a hand over her plumage, before patting her back.

"I'm going to check on the others. Stay here and have fun, okay? If you have trouble come find me or wait here. I'll be back." He withdrew from her and she visibly tensed, but then relaxed when she turned her attention back towards the machine. He hoped she would be fine as he walked further into the arcade, hoping that the others hadn't gotten themselves into trouble.

It wasn't that he didn't trust them-- but he knew what they were like. Even at home, they were...'active', in a number of ways. Locke and Fritz especially, like two peas in a pod, where as much at each other's throats as they were at their respective crotches. He wouldn't be surprised to find them tucked away in a corner, performing lewd activities in the darkest areas-- it was just what Troy was afraid of. He could manage it at 'home', but in public was a different matter. No amount of firm, stern talks on the train ride over would help; he was sure they weren't paying attention anyway.

He found Arjun first, who was playing one of those rail shooters on his own, operating both as first and second playing and holding a fun in either hand. Troy wanted to suggest joining in, but it seemed like Arjun was in the zone and needed to vent, so he left him to it. He descended deeper into the arcade, surprised to find it went deeper than he anticipated. He did eventually find Fritz by one of the skills cranes, focused on trying to catch something in the claw, but he kept looking down towards his feet every so often. Troy was suspicious and moved towards him to see what he was up to, but he tripped on something and it caused him to stumble. He turned his head to see what he'd tripped over and paled at the sight of Locke laid down on the floor, trying to stick his hands up through the prize shoot of the claw machine what Fritz was operating.

"C'mon, just a little...H-Hey!" Locke cried out as Troy grabbed him by the leg and pulled him out from the chute. He moved his grip to the cub's arm and hoisted him up to his feet, and Locke paled, quickly averting his eyes.

"I'm all for being excited..." Troy began sternly. "But you can't do that! You could get kicked out. The fact you can't even look at me tells me you know that already."

"Sorry..." Locke mumbled, and Frtiz stifled a giggle. A sharp glare from Troy soon quietened him down, however.

"I should punish the both of you for being so outrageous." Troy remarked aloud. The two of them looked particularly guilty, but then Fritz raised his head, an idea dawning on his face.

"Then punish us." He dared, his lidded gaze making it clear he only wanted one type of punishment. Troy knew that look anywhere-- and he didn't know if now was a good time or place. There were other kids here other than his own he was looking after and he was sure there were cameras set up too. His eyes instinctively flicked to the corners of the room above him and, sure enough, he caught sight of a camera staring right at them...but there was also a couple of bathrooms at the far back too.

"...Fine. Come with me." He urged, still leading Locke by the arm as he strode across the arcade towards the bathroom, Fritz briskly and almost eagerly moving behind him. Troy made his way to the men's bathroom and pushed it open, surprised to find it was just a small, cramped room that barely had enough space for a toilet and a sink. Regardless, it would do-- and there was a lock on the inside. Making sure they were safe to go inside, Troy encouraged Locke and Fritz through before closing the door behind them and twisting the lock shut, allowing them some privacy.

"Now..." Troy began. "I think Locke deserves the most punishment. Are we in agreement?"

The two boys nodded, already pushing themselves up against Troy's body, clinging to him in both an affectionate and lustful way that had Troy's heart racing and his skin tingling. The bathroom was in thankfully decent condition-- whoever operated the arcade made sure it was pristine and hygenic, so Troy had no qualms in doing his best to undress in the cramped space as the two boys helped him. Whilst he tugged his simple shirt over his head, the two boys were already plucking at the button of his jeans, tugging it down to reveal his plump sheath and the tapering tip of his member that was slowly beginning to harden and pulse to life before their eyes.

Before they could get a taste of what was to come, metaphorically speaking, Troy reached down to grab Locke and sit him on the toilet, though not before flipping the lid down. He reached down to pull the cub's sweater and shirt over his head, tossing them to the floor rather unceremoniously. His hands roamed Locke's body in a way he wouldn't do normally, thumbs tracing over relatively sensitive nipples just to watch the feline squirm, before he reached towards his own baggy jeans, sliding them over his rump and past his young, boyish hips, exposing the briefs beneath. Troy ran his hand along the boy's inner thigh and then cupped his package with his palm. Locke leant forwards, clutching to Troy's upper forearm as he groaned and kneaded against his hand.

"Is this why you misbehaved, kitten?" Troy growled under his breath, voice dripping with desire. "Hoping for this kind of punishment, were you?"

Locke mewled and practically melted against his hand, purring from deep within his throat as he continued to roll his hips back and forth. Fritz, on the other hand, had already completely stripped himself and was happily enjoying stroking himself, using his free hand to grope and squeeze Troy's naked ass. Troy had no intention of letting him back there but he could the boy was horny, he'd naturally do anything to help him get off, regardless of who it was or what the consequences were. Troy knew better than to foreplay for too long when they were pent up like this-- he could see the hunger in their eyes.

After giving Locke the much needed torturous punishment he so deserved, Troy relinquished his grip on the cub's package and withdrew his hand, much to Locke's dismay, who clung to him briefly before he reluctantly let go. Troy hooked his hands under the cub's arms and picked him up, lifting him as he turned on the spot, taking Locke's initial seat and planting the feline firmly on his lap. Fritz watched the pair of them with hungry eyes as Troy's hands slid down from the cub's armpits and towards his hips, where he sneaked his thumbs into the waistband of the boy's underwear and slid them over his rump, exposing his young, 8 year old ass.

Locke squirmed, forced to lift his legs up and teeter awkwardly on Troy's knees as the Malamute tugged the feline's underwear from his legs, leaving him naked and exposed. Locke didn't even seem remotely bashful at his lewd nakedness and his arousal was obvious from his little barbed member twitching between his legs. Troy didn't turn him over or anything like that, but instead tugged Lock back towards his chest, settling his legs down and focusing his hands on the cub's squishy ass. He spread the cheeks apart and growled under his breath, his own fully grown erection nuzzled up close between their bodies. Locke instinctively reached up to hook his arms around Troy's shoulders, clinging to him almost desperately.

"You want it bad, don't you?" Troy murmured in the feline's ear, and Locke trembled like a female in heat, fervently nodding. With an eager grin, Troy shifted, lifting the boy's ass up and allowing his member to slide from between them, the tapering end smearing past Locke's taint and up between his cheeks. Troy let out a low and sensual groan of pleasure as the thought of piercing that young ass, and soon he'd get his wish: with a slick tug backwards and a little bit of prodding, Troy's tip slipped between the feline's spread cheeks. He had to briefly let go to adjust with his hand, but there was thankfully enough pre-cum for a smooth entry. Troy hated to admit it, but he was also getting a little pent up.

A hiss escaped his lips as Locke's tender, young ass squeezed around every inch of his intruding member, and the feline wasted no time in trying to push his body down, eager to take more. The malamute groaned uner his breath and held Locke by his hips, sinking further and further until the 8 year old's ring met with his swollen knot. Locke rolled his black and purple furred cheeks for good measure, massaging the member inside of him with his rhythmically squeezing innards and gyrating motions, all the while clutching to Troy's shoulders and looking down between them at his own small length wildly twitching between them, each movement causing Troy's cock to press firmly against his prostate.

Fritz was clearly impatient, hopping from foot to foot as he stroked his humanoid member, clearly aching for some attention of his own. His face soured when it became clear that Troy and Locke were having all the fun and he was being left on the sidelines, so he quickly scooted in to join in. He stepped in between Troy's legs, who instinctively parted to give him some room, and he nudged his smaller cock, barely 5 inches in length and narrower than the average adult, up against Locke's behind, dragging up to the small of his back. Locke naturally pushed back against him and Troy groaned from the slight adjustment in his angle.

Slowly, Locke lifted himself up and Fritz seized the opportunity, tucking his hips down and grasping the base of his member, angling it upwards towards the young cub's ass. He licked his lips eagerly as his cock lined up with Troy's own, and as Locke bowed his hips down again after a few inches, his ring stretched against a sudden extra intrusion and the ferret slipped himself inside. Troy could tell what happened and tense, gritting his teeth. His desire was quickly dulled by anxiety, but Locke raised his head and lidded his gaze, groaning under his breath in an obvious display of pleasure.

Feeling a little more relaxed at the thought that Locke was just fine, Troy gripped tightly to the feline's ass and slowly lifted him up, easing him from his cock and back down again, vividly aware of the cream and auburn furred ferret's own member earnestly throbbing against his own member. Fritz occasionally coaxed his hips up, sliding his member up a little in an attempt to coax a bit more pleasure out of their rhythmic motions, but he otherwise stayed more or less still, content with both the squeezing of Locke's tight hole as well as Troy's fervent pulsing. Fritz's own arms hooked around Locke's body and his hands gravitated to the feline's crotch, where he gripped the little member and get it a few leisurely strokes, causing the kitten to gasp and shudder.

Slowly they moved and gyrated, caring little about how loud they were being. Locke especially was happy to moan with all the passion he could muster, though even his moans weren't as audible as Troy's gentle, pleasured groaning. Fritz was something of a quiet lover, merely huffing and breathing heavily with each bob of Locke's hips. There was no telling who would finish first, but Troy had a hunch.

Locke's movements inevitably grew laboured, partly because he was getting tired, and Troy eventually took over for him, holding him nice and tightly as he slid his hips back and forth, pumping in and out of the cat's behind whilst stimulating Fritz at the same time. Each delicate thrust cascaded pleasure down both their bodies, until Locke was whimpering against Troy's shoulder, fingers curled tightly against his shoulder.

The feline's moans grew louder and high pitched, and Troy was certain that Locke felt more rigid to the touch, just for a moment. The 8 year old's body trembled and his moan twisted into a long, guttural noise. Though Troy couldn't see what Locke had done, he could easily feel it, both from the wet warmth that spread across his stomach to the tight, rhythmic squeezing and spasming around his turgid length along with the ferret's slowing, yet still pumping hand. Locke had climaxed, which meant he was going to be quite sensitive for a while.

"O-Oooh..." Fritz trembled on the spot and jutted his hips upwards, removing himself from Locke's member and sliding them over Troy's hands. He moved on the spot quite rapidly, jerking his hips back and forth as he hissed through his teeth, breath growing heavier and heavier. Then, all of a sudden, he paused and tugged back, plunging upwards one last time as he closed his eyes. Troy felt a heat spreading across his member and a smile spread across his face, amused that both boys climaxed so close to one-another.

Fritz teetered on the spot a little more before he pulled back, sliding himself from the cub's ass. He stumbled backwards a little, a little uneasy on his feet after such exhausting movements, and he leant against the cramped bathroom door for leverage, watching Troy still bounce his hips a bit. The malamute had Locke all to himself now, and he wasn't about to let this opportunity go to waste: with some slight adjustment on his part, he began to thrust again, his adult balls bouncing up and down as his knot pressed and pushed against Locke's clenching hole. The feline mewled against him, oversensitive from his orgasm-- Troy knew this, and intended to be as quick to orgasm as possible.

Thankfully, he didn't have long; the combination of pre-cum from his own membre and Fritz' load had made his movements so effortless and slick that it felt as if he were diving into pure silk. His body shuddered as he bucked his hips back and forth, wet slaps bounding around the tiny acoustics of the room around them. With each slap, fluids oozed from Locke's ass, a mixture of pre-seed and cum dribbling down knot and onto his bouncing balls.

He could feel it coming-- all it took was a little more thrusting to get him where he needed to be. He affirmed his grip around Locke's hips and tugged him down as he thrust upwards, causing the feline to gasp and tremble around his cock, his red ring squeezing as tightly as his young body would allow. Troy, however, continued to coax him down, groaning under his breath as Locke's muscles eventually gave out and his hole stretched around the knot, allowing it inside. Troy relaxed considerably as he felt the warmth of those young muscles around his swelling knot, and he didn't even need to move: the tight squeezing of the 8 year old's ass did all the work for him.

His member throbbed, twitching and pulsing, before a thick and plentiful spurt shot up into the cub's backside, locked in by the man's swollen, bulbous base. With each throb, Locke shivered and groaned into Troy's chest, his back hunched over and his breathing low and heavy. Troy cast his gaze down between them and saw the small, delicate strings of cum that hung between them, as well as the obvious bulging in the 8 year old's stomach, periodically flexing with each throb of the malamute's cock. The sight was...extremely hot, as least for Troy. He gulped heavily and dragged his hands up Locke's back, gently cradling him as the boy's innards nursed and milked his member over and over.

Sadly, as all orgasms do, Troy's own eventually faded, leaving him with a bittersweet mixture of bliss and guilt. He was fully aware he'd went a little too far by knotting Locke, but he also relished he feeling and bathed in it, metaphorically speaking. Regardless of how he felt, one thing came to mind: he was going to take a while to deflate, and Arjun and Yijun were out in the arcade on their own, without supervision.

He just hoped they would't get into trouble.



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'Troy hasn't come back yet', Yijun thought. 'Did he get stuck taking care of something? Is he busy? Or is he avoiding me?'

It was hard for Yijun to think straight these days. She'd uprooted her entire life due to her power, a 'gift' that felt more like a curse with each passing day. She had found solace in a boy, though more like a man, wiser beyond his years but even he had left her, disappearing to the united states on a trip to cure Miha, a boy whom she barely knew.

Even when she had tried to settle down and make some friends, she couldn't help but feel like the boys she lived with were less than friendly towards her. Maybe it was just her perception, but they were already friends before she met them. They were a tight knit group who had gone through a lot together-- something that Yijun could never hope to comprehend. So she had looked to Troy, the one oddity of their entire troupe besides herself...but even he would bound to leave her eventually. At least, that's what she thought.

The coin waterfall was fun, but only for a while. She spent much of the coins in the tub, which was heavy in her hands, but the prizes atop the coins on the bottom row had barely moved. Yijun drew the comparison to her own life, the waves beneath her shifting and moving, yet her remaining still, standing in a sea of turbulence with no real footing, yet solid as ever. If anything, she had persevered for so long. Shouldn't she be making more of an effort to explain her worries? To vent her frustrations?

She shook her head. This was meant to be a fun day out-- she could worry about how she felt later. A stirring in her loins caught her attention and she shifted on the spot, realising that she needed the restroom. Though she didn't want to leave what she'd spent a while tirelessly working coins on, she inevitably retreated and made her way around the arcade in an attempting to find Troy.

Yijun didn't spot Troy first, but Arjun, playing on a rail shooter with both controllers in hand. She hesitated, unsure about interrupting him, but decided it was for the best. She slowly approached, watching him from behind for a moment until he was in a transition through stages. Arjun lowered his arms a little to relax, and she tapped him on the shoulder.

"Um, Arjun--" She began, briefly jumping when she suddenly whirled to face her, apparently startled himself. "Do you kno where the bathroom is?"

"What?" He curtly and quickly replied to her, glancing back to the game, before to her. "Uh, I don't know. Go look around."

"I...I don't want to get lost..." She began awkwardly as he returned to the game, shooting at the enemies on the screen. "Could you help me find one?"

"I'm a little busy, Yijun." He coldly pointed out and the avian hesitated, casting her gaze down. She looked down at her wingarms, her feelings hurt-- he was so cold to her but she'd done nothing to him. It was almost enough to make her cry.

Arjun didn't notice her meekly standing there, on the verge of tears, until he looked over some seconds later. His concentration was put off for just a moment at the sight of her borderline teary-eyed, enough for enemies to attack him on screen. He cursed and tried to rectify his mistake, but it was too late-- he lost all his health and the screan splattered with a blood red 'Continue?', counting down from 9. He had no more credits left, and considering Yijun's current state, it didn't seem appropriate to keep going. A flash of annoyance rolled through him-- he was so close to the end too...

"God damnit, fine," Arjun grunted, casting a brief look around the rest of the arcade and deciding, rather thick-headedly, that there was no restroom, for he couldn't see it from where he was. "Come on. There's no bathroom here, let's go find one."

He didn't wait for her to pick up the place and instead reached out to grab where her hand would be, if she had them. He tugged her along by the wing out the door and into the chill of the waterfront outside. Arjun cast his gaze left and right and bared his teeth in frustration, guiding her over towards the walkway that overlooked the beach below. To their left was a pier, and beneath it a dark spot of the beach that wasn't very visible.

"Down here." He insisted, dragging her along and towards an easy inline down to the beach below. Yijun followed him dutifully, though she was confused about where he was taking her. They moved down towards the sand and Yijun stumbled briefly on the uneven surface, before she managed to catch her feet beneath her and picked up the pace, being lead along towards where the shade of the wooden dock covered the sand. He coaxed her beneath it and up against the wall that made up part of the walkway, where they were out of sight.

Arjun stood there expectant, and Yijun glanced to her left and right, confused. The reptile sighed and pinched the bridge of his snout, gesturing with his other hand.

"You wanted to pee? Go pee." He demanded, and the avian faltered, taken aback.

"I-I..." She began, turning on the spot to look around her, shocked he expected her to undignify herself here.

"What, not good enough for you? This is the closest spot to the arcade. If we go any further, Troy'll have our heads." Arjun snapped and Yijun visibly winced. A pang of guilt seeped through Arjun's stomach and he grumbled, turning from her and staring out into the sea.

"I'll keep watch." He insisted seriously, and Yijun hesitated, trying to see if he was bluffing. When he didn't budge, she could only assume he was deadly serious. A sigh emanated from her and she slowly lifted up her dress.

Arjun didn't peek-- he knew better than to make her uncomfortable, since she often stuck to Troy like glue and would likely tattle if he did anything towards her. Instead, he listened, patiently waiting. He tensed briefly when he finally heard the sounds of what seemed to be water hitting sand, and a chill spread over him as his stomach churned. He felt...weird. Interested. Aroused. The gas that he had endured for so long, that had addled his brain and the chemical balance of his body, still made him a little perceptive of things that weren't even remotely sexual, but still included those 'parts' of the body-- that, coupled with Miha's absence and Arjun's lack of his usual partner made him restless. He hadn't pleasured himself in weeks, trying to hold out for some peculiar reason...but it was getting to be too much.

Yijun wasn't even paying attention when Arjun began to turn, for she was holding up her dress and clutching her panties tightly in her hands, keeping her legs spread and desperately attempting to pee directly into the hole she'd dug with her foot. It was only when she briefly raised her his mid-pee to check that he was looking away did she realise he was staring right at her.

"H-Hey!" She instinctively tensed and the trick that fell from between her legs dried up over a few moments as she pulled down her dress and tucked her panties into her jacket pocket.

"What are you doing, staring at me like that?" Yijun's face was flushed beneath her feathers, but Arjun's lack of a reply was what scared her the most. He simple continued to stare, slowly approaching her from across the sand. She would have stepped back, were it not for the face that she was already up against the wall in the first place. A quiet chirp escaped from her lips as he all but closed the proximity between them, his eyes looking her up and down-- those blue pupils were distinctly fiery, almost hungry.

"You're not done, are you? Looked like you still had a little to go." His voice was low, lower than it usually would be, and even Yijun 3 years his junior could hear the arousal in his voice. She faltered before him and didn't even budge when he raised his hand, bringing it down and underneath her tugged down dress.

"Let me help." Arjun muttered quietly, barely above a whisper, as his fingers dexterously tucked up her dress enough for his hand to slip beneath. Yijun was trembling, but she immediately tensed and then melted soo thereafter when his fingers met with the mound between her legs, probing at her cloaca. She reached out a wing to hang onto him as his finger circled around her entrance, now wet with urine, before he angled his middle digit and plunged it into her.

Yijun practically collapsed against him, to the point where he had to keep her propped up with his other hand. His middle finger has sunk to his second knuckle, and she was already putty in his hands. Desire flared with his body as he pushed his digit deeper, and Yijun groaned against him, squeezing her legs together and curling her talons into the sand. She shook like a newly born faun on her feet, her eyes lidded over. Arjun had no idea she was so sensitive-- how did she manage all this time if this was all it took to make her crumble?

Deeper and deeper he went, until he was buried in her down to his final knuckle, her innards damp from pee and something else. He curled his finger, gently kneading it back and forth by an inch or so, plunging it in and out of her as she clutched to him desperately and weakly, her breathing low and laboured. One second she had been anxious of him, the next she was eager for him to do things to her. She needed something, anything, to fill the void-- in that moment, Arjun was just that.

Arjun continued to finger her, enamoured by her pleasured sounds, but he was vividly aware of the aching within his loins and the pressure against his cock. He was already so achingly hard, almost ready to burst, but he wanted to make this interesting, or at least special. It would be easy to have a quick lay, but he was sure that wouldn't sate him.

After a moment, Yijun's grip on him increased and she suddenly tensed all over, sucking in her breath. She parted her beak to speak, but no words came out. Instead, all she could do was whimper, and Arjun wasn't sure if it was from shame or pleasure. a sudden rush of warmth spread across his palm and he looked down to see a gush of obviously watery fluid trickling from her entrance and down his hand, splattering onto the sand between her legs. She looked thoroughly embarrassed and Arjun could understand why-- she had, after all, just pissed all over his hand.

She went on for far longer than he had anticipated, though perhaps it was because he was effectively half-plugging her hole with his finger. In either case, she didn't move throughout the entire ordeal, not until the last trickle had dripped from Arjun's hand and her bladder was empty. The reptile pumped his finger a few more times, causing her to squirm, before he pulled back and looked down at the floor between them, the sand dark and wet with the contents of her bladder.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't..." Yijun began, but trailed off when he put his hand against the wall beside him and brought himself closer to her body, pushing her up against the wall. In that moment, she was vivid aware of three things: the disparaging height different between them where her beak came up to his shoulders, the proximity between, and the mass that pushed against her leg.

Arjun wordlessly reached down, tugging down the sweatpants he worse loosely around his person to reveal form-fitting elastic boxers and a particularly obvious bulge hidden amongst them. So that his clothes didn't get wet, Arjun spread his legs somewhat, watching the waistband of his pants around his thighs, halfway down towards his knees. He reached into the confines of his boxers, fitting his thumbs through the keyhole style flap at the front until the sight of a cream-coloured cock appeared from within. Standing at 6 inches in length, Arjun's member hung near-horizontal in the narrow space between their bodies, and Yijun found herself unable to take her eyes off it.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Arjun muttered low under his breath. "A dirty girl like you, who can piss on a guy's hand, probably wants a nice, thick cock like this. Right?"

For good measure, Arjun grasped the base of his member and roughly wiggled it up and down, displaying the appearance of the veins along the length of his member, the foreskin half-covering the head. He gave himself a few leisurely strokes to show off the bead of pre-cum that oozed from the end, and Yijun gulped, her mouth dry. She didn't know how to respond. In the end, all she could do was nod-- she didn't know why, but she was just as aroused as he was, if not more. His finger had worked magic inside of her, made her want it, or something. She would have never considered this before, yet here they were.

Arjun lowered his other hand, holding up Yijun's dress as he snuggly pressed up against her, using his other hand to guide his member between her legs. He bent his legs a little, realising the angle would be awkward if he didn't get to her eye level. He scooted a little closer until the head of his cock pressed with her cloaca, smearing against her flesh. She tensed and arched her back against him and Arjun held her by her hips, letting go of her dress now that he was well positioned, and after a few moments he began to push.

Yijun had been fucked before, but not like this-- not in public, and not so needily. Her body was tingling with fervent desire and an aching spread across her as the member stuffed deeper and deeper. She had encountered all manner of things: the boy at her school, the catalyst to it all, and Etis and his wild antics, even going so far as to do things with strangers on Halloween night. But Arjun was...different. She knew him, but he was a stranger, and he was also older than her. Something about it felt...strange, in a good way.

A heated sigh escaped her lips as Arjun plunged a little deeper, until his pelvis met snugly with hers, locking them together. He moved his head to the side of hers and panted against the wall, hands gripping tightly to her hips. She could feel him twitching inside of her, felt the hot flashes of warmth against her innards, but she knew he wasn't done-- he hadn't yet moaned or moved, hadn't tensed or squeezed. She became vividly aware of how pent up he was, and an urge to do nothing more than please him arose. She wrapped her wings around him and he angled his head slightly towards her, brushing his cheek with her feathers, before he tugged back, sliding a couple of inches from within her. He hesitated, faltered for a fraction of a second, before he bucked his hips forwards and met his crotch with her own.

Yijun tensed, grunting under her breath as their connection was accentuated by a soft thump. Arjun was rough, but it didn't hurt-- she could understand he was going through a lot and likely had a lot of pent up energy to get rid of, so she didn't complain, nor protest. Instead, she merely nuzzled against his cheek, giving him wordless consent to be as rough as he wanted. He recognised her approval and tugged back again, starting in a harsh, rough, rapid rhythm. His hips swiftly and sharply pounded against her, each accompanied by the dull, thudding sound of his scaled hips against her feathery crotch. That dull sound quickly grew more and more audible as the fluids created from their sex began to resound through the air. Luckily, the wind around the waterfront all but masked their sounds from passers-by, but not to them-- in the heat of the moment, they were overcome with the sensations of their sex, and the sounds of their breathing and squishy, wet intercourse.

Arjun wasn't much of a talker during sex, and neither was Yijun, but that didn't stop them from moaning-- Yijun especially, who huffed and whimpered under her breath with every other thrust, each pump of the teenager's hips massaging her insides, making her quiver and spasm, squeezing around his cock. She could feel the pressure inside of her forming and had spent enough time doing this sort of thing to know what it meant. She didn't let Arjun know, if only because she wanted him to keep going at this pace a little longer and any distraction might slow him down. The more he thrust and pounded into her, the better it felt, until she was nuzzling and gripping to his body, her inner thighs damp with arousal.

A shudder rolled through her body, a sign of her teetering over the metaphorical edge. She clamped her beek shut and her chest heaved as pleasure rolled through her like a tidal wave, ebbing and flowing through her body until it rushed towards her crotch like a tsunami. She trembled violently and splayed her talons across the sand as her orgasm suddenly coursed through her. Her cloaca spasmed, clamping down like a vice as cum oozed around Arjun's cock, dribbling from her entrance and onto the sand. Arjun didn't make any mention to the sudden accompaniment of fluids that joined his pistoning member, but he no doubt had questions for another time. Instead, he focused on what he wanted: to get off.

As Yijun climaxed, Arjun thrust harder and harder, his moans of passion tunring into grunts and snarls, his tail swishing to and fro as the tight squeezing of her insides milked his member, coaxing him to his own point of no return. He hadn't even realised it until it was too late, too flush with the warm feeling of having sex to even notice he was orgasming until it was too late to slow down. The sheer, unbridled ecstasy that shot through his body was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, weeks of pent up sexual energy exploded inside him, chorusing throughout his body like a symphony. His member twitched with all the power those muscles could muster as his balls tucked up against his boyish frame, still housed within his boxers. He emptied himself inside of her, physically and emotionally, until every inch of her inner walls was painted with a mixture of his and her cum. The cocktail of their sexual juices dripped from her, staining the sand with the forbidden act of their sex, unbeknownst to those on the dock above.

"Fuck..." Arjun muttered, his body weak from such a delightful, powerful orgasm. He stumbled back from her, a thick strand of seed hanging from the tip of his member to her cock. He stared down at his member and watched as one final twitch coaxed a thick globule from the end of his member, that did its best to travel along the string before its weight sagged the connection and broke it, the drop falling to the sand below. Yijun leant against the wall, her breathing low and heavy, her eyes lidded over in pure post-sex bliss. She wanted nothing more than to sit down and relax, but a sudden realisation hit her: Troy. He was likely looking for her at this time.

She reached into her pocket and withdrew her panties, quickly stepping into them and tugging them up around her body. She was aware of the dampness that seeped against her underwear and clung to her cloaca, but with the dress on no-one would notice-- she could clear up later. Arjun began to dress when she did the same and the two exchanged a wordless glance for a moment, unsure what to say.

"I--" Yijun began, intending to take the lead of the conversation.

"Nuh-uh," Arjun countered. "I'm not going to have you say this was a mistake or sign out of responsibility for this one."

Yijun clamped her beak shut and lowered her gaze. He was right, she was going to say that, to make any sort of excuse to justify what they'd just done. She could excuse sex with Troy, for he was an adult who made correct decisions, and the same could be said of Etis, even if he looked as young as her. With Arjun it was different-- he was just as he was, a teenager, not that much older than her and just as immature. Perhaps he knew her better than the others did.

"Let's just carry on today like it didn't happen..." Arjun suggested, stepping towards her again, careful to avoid the wet sand. "And when we get home, we can talk about it...and maybe do more."

He didn't wait for her to agree, and instead insisted that was what was to happen. She wanted to scowl and counter, but before she could speak, he grabbed her wing-arm again and coaxed her out from under the docks.

"You want to find Troy, right? It's written all over your face," Arjun remarked. "He's probably still busy, but let's go back."

Yijun stared him for a moment and then looked down, a smile crossing her lips. Yes. He did know her better than others.



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"Oh, there you guys are. Where did you go? You had me worried."

"Yijun needed a bathroom," Arjun insisted. "And I couldn't find one here."

"There was one right at the back..." Troy frowned, putting his hands on his hips. He'd only been gone 20 minutes and the two had gone missing. He knew they'd be fine but it irked him that they'd wandered off-- well, to be fair, he hadn't strictly told them to stay in the arcade.

"Well...I didn't see it." Arjun blew off his comment and let go of Yijun's arm. Troy looked between them for a moment before down at the other two boys, who now stood dutifully at his side, on their best behaviour after their 'punishment'.

"Alright. How much you guys got left? Show me." He gestured and the cubs looked between themselves.

"I spent mine." Arjun shrugged. He didn't want to admit he'd gotten more continues on that rail shooter than he could count.

"We didn't even get to spend ours because of--" Locke began, and Fritz roughly nudged his side, Troy clearing his throat to cover what Locke had said.

"I um, put my tub down somewhere...I can't remember where." Yijun admitted bashfully, aware of how wet her crotch was more than anything else.

"Well, that's probably been taken by one of the kids in here..." Troy sighed, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a few more notes. "Alright, fine. Let's stay in this one a little longer, and then go get lunch. Deal?"

"Deal!" The cubs responded in chorus and Troy sighed. Finally they agreed on something.

He just hoped the rest of the day went as swimmingly as this. Kids could be such a handful sometimes, in more ways than one.