Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“You’re too kind, Brook.” Chip was enjoying himself immensely, and from what he could sense it seemed Brooklyn was as well. With an evil little chuckle he yet again shifted to his back side, but this time he bent forward with his tail sticking up in the air to show off his rear. “Take a nice, long look buddy. I know you like that.”

Now he was blushing almost furiously when the other lifted his tail. Since his tail was much thicker than Chip’s, he could see some of the crease and the hole of the wolf man’s rear. “Damn you…I really do like this…"He said I’m a low voice that was followed by a small snicker. His front was really starting to bulge up in the tight constrain of the jeans.

Done showing off for now, Chip gave his rear one last tantalising wave before gathering his discarded clothes and sitting back on the couch. “I put on a hell of a show, don’t I?” He said with a knowing grin, leaning in closer to the other male and shooting a playful glance down between Brooklyn’s legs.

“You sure as hell did put up a good one…” He was still blushing as he slightly covered his bulged with his hands. “I guess this is maybe payback for getting you like this when I was scratching you, huh?”

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

“You’re too kind, Brook.” Chip was enjoying himself immensely, and from what he could sense it seemed Brooklyn was as well. With an evil little chuckle he yet again shifted to his back side, but this time he bent forward with his tail sticking up in the air to show off his rear. “Take a nice, long look buddy. I know you like that.”

Now he was blushing almost furiously when the other lifted his tail. Since his tail was much thicker than Chip’s, he could see some of the crease and the hole of the wolf man’s rear. “Damn you…I really do like this…"He said I’m a low voice that was followed by a small snicker. His front was really starting to bulge up in the tight constrain of the jeans.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

At the pose Chip made, the gargoyle just started in awe at how the mutant looked on that one peice of cloth. It was actually starting to turn him on in a way. “Yeah…you look like a warrior from way back in the day…” At least what he has seen from his time in the 900’s and modern day.

“Glad you like the feeling of it. That’s how I feel sometimes when I wear it when we were at war with the castle we stayed in back then.”

Chip turned around and showed off his back, flexing both arms to show off the extent of his muscles. “This feels really great, though I gotta admit nothing will be better than tight-fitting biker gear in my opinion.” The wolf glanced back over his shoulder and smirked at Brooklyn, who seemed to be really enjoying the show. “Which do you reckon you prefer wearing, loincloth or your tight biker outfit?”

“The tight leather outfit really is your thing chip, like…damn…"The gargoyle got out of his trance seeing the others body and started to think about what he wanted to wear more. One the one hand he did like wearing his loincloth even if it was the only thing he wore for most of his life. The other would be that he liked this outfit as it was more modern and it hides his appearance better from the humans besides the beak. “Hm…I’d like to try on both with the loincloth on the outside. Not now though, but I’m really loving these clothes you gave me.”

“Thinking of wearing both, eh?” Chip asked with curiosity, quirking an eyebrow. He changed poses again to face the gargoyle head on, arms up behind his head and a cocky smirk upon his muzzle. “And yeah, tight leather has always been my thing. Though can you blame me when it looks so good on you?”

"Just to see how it looks…” If gargoyles could sweat, he’d be almost soaked at this point from seeing the other do those poses in the loincloth. There seemed to be some time of tent down below, but the red gargoyle waant going to pay attention to that yet.“Not at all…it looks seriously great on you, Chip…

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

At the pose Chip made, the gargoyle just started in awe at how the mutant looked on that one peice of cloth. It was actually starting to turn him on in a way. “Yeah…you look like a warrior from way back in the day…” At least what he has seen from his time in the 900’s and modern day.

“Glad you like the feeling of it. That’s how I feel sometimes when I wear it when we were at war with the castle we stayed in back then.”

Chip turned around and showed off his back, flexing both arms to show off the extent of his muscles. “This feels really great, though I gotta admit nothing will be better than tight-fitting biker gear in my opinion.” The wolf glanced back over his shoulder and smirked at Brooklyn, who seemed to be really enjoying the show. “Which do you reckon you prefer wearing, loincloth or your tight biker outfit?”

“The tight leather outfit really is your thing chip, like…damn…"The gargoyle got out of his trance seeing the others body and started to think about what he wanted to wear more. One the one hand he did like wearing his loincloth even if it was the only thing he wore for most of his life. The other would be that he liked this outfit as it was more modern and it hides his appearance better from the humans besides the beak. "Hm…I’d like to try on both with the loincloth on the outside. Not now though, but I’m really loving these clothes you gave me.”

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

At the pose Chip made, the gargoyle just started in awe at how the mutant looked on that one peice of cloth. It was actually starting to turn him on in a way. “Yeah…you look like a warrior from way back in the day…” At least what he has seen from his time in the 900’s and modern day.

“Glad you like the feeling of it. That’s how I feel sometimes when I wear it when we were at war with the castle we stayed in back then.”

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

Chip took the loincloth and stood up from the couch. Still feeling at little shy he began to undress. Off came his jacket, chaps, jeans and even his boots until the muscular wolf stood there in nothing but his tight black leather jockstrap, which had a red stripe going up the front. He hesitated for a moment before glancing back to the gargoyle. “Uh, want me to take this off too?”

He shrugged, trying to keep his eyes off of the jockstrap. “Do what you feel like doing. I can look away if you don’t want me to see anything.” Because the gargoyle is polite that way.

“I’ve come this far, may as well do it properly.” Chip shrugged and turned his back towards Brooklyn to finish his disrobing. If the gargoyle were to let his curiosity take over, he’d get a clear view of the wolf’s large, well-toned rear covered in a dusting of soft light purple fur. Soon enough the loincloth was pulled up over his thick thighs and buckled into place with the belt. Chip turned around and struck a pose with a smirk upon his muzzle. “So, how do I look?”

He did in fact take note of his furry rear when he tried to look away from the other changing, but the temptation was just too great. Once the other turned around, his eyes looked like they have just widened at the sight. This was probably the first time he’s seen the other this close to his body being this exposed and it truly was a good signt. “Wow…you look like a muscular hunter out in the wilderness. I think that would be tarzan, but without the long hair correct me if I’m wrong.”

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

Chip took the loincloth and stood up from the couch. Still feeling at little shy he began to undress. Off came his jacket, chaps, jeans and even his boots until the muscular wolf stood there in nothing but his tight black leather jockstrap, which had a red stripe going up the front. He hesitated for a moment before glancing back to the gargoyle. “Uh, want me to take this off too?”

He shrugged, trying to keep his eyes off of the jockstrap. “Do what you feel like doing. I can look away if you don’t want me to see anything.” Because the gargoyle is polite that way.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

Brooklyn’s little gesture did the trick alright. Chip’s ears stood up and he couldn’t help but laugh softly at the petting. He somewhat shyly raised his head again. “H-How did it feel? Heh, well I gotta admit it was kind of nice being free to move in it… And admittedly the smell ain’t bad either.”

He nodded. “Well I do wash it every now and then so I know it wouldn’t be too bad. Heh. Say…how about I see you in it? You got me into these clothes right here after all.” The gargoyle was just curious.

Chip’s eyes widened and at the thought. This was far from the reaction he was expecting from Brooklyn discovering the truth. “You wanna see me in that?” He asked nervously, the blush once again returning to his face. “I guess there’s no reason not to. And I did see you in just a jockstrap the other night.”

He chuckled with a small blush and nodded. “Yeah that’s about right. Seems only fair I get to see you in my clans clothing.” He handed the other the loincloth to try on as he just laid on the couch, watching him.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

Brooklyn’s little gesture did the trick alright. Chip’s ears stood up and he couldn’t help but laugh softly at the petting. He somewhat shyly raised his head again. “H-How did it feel? Heh, well I gotta admit it was kind of nice being free to move in it… And admittedly the smell ain’t bad either.”

He nodded. “Well I do wash it every now and then so I know it wouldn’t be too bad. Heh. Say…how about I see you in it? You got me into these clothes right here after all.” The gargoyle was just curious.

Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

He came back into the living room type of area and sat on the couch, still inspecting the garment. “Hey, Chip? Did you wear this by any chance?”

Chip suddenly froze in his seat, a blush of embarrassment creeping over his face. “Uh, I-I… What makes you think that?” He stuttered, turning away a bit trying to hide his flustered expression.

“Well…” He started to smirk slightly, but tried to replace it with a serious expression to then show the other the details. “The buckle is more loose for my size and I’m noticing a few stretched areas around the front. I know I’m not that big down there so it has to be someone that was near my loincloth….”

“…You got me.” The wolf threw his hands up guiltily and turned his head back to face the gargoyle. “Sorry. When I found you left it behind I was curious to know what it felt like wearing. So I tried it out for a while.” He admitted, lowering his head down as his canine ears drooped out of slight shame.

He started to snicker and gently scratch the others head to cheer him up. “That’s okay, Chip. Least you were honest about it to me. So…how did it feel?” His eyes showed curiosity to the wolf man, not showing a hint of anger.