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.

Subconsciously the wolf let his jacket slide further off his arm to reveal more of his chest. “Thanks. I didn’t choose to look this way, but I’ll be damned if I don’t take pride in it.” He carried on purring lightly from the attention Brooklyn gave his body.

At the purring, he had to actually chuckle at that sound. “Didn’t know, wolf’s could purr, chip…” He smirked and gently kept doing his motions.

“There’s a lot we can do…” He grinned, simply standing in place and leaning his chest out more. The wolf’s torso was very clearly the product of hours of heavy lifting, with solid pectorals and a set of rock-hard abs that’d make anyone jealous. All these were covered by a trail of cream-coloured fur that stated at the wolf’s muzzle and ran down over his chest and stomach.

“Theres a lot gargoyles can do too, but tell me what else can you do?” He smirked, still feeling every crease and pec there was on the mutant, still loving the feeling of his fur as he used both hands this time. “For some reason I can’t get enough of his fur, Chip. It’s really nice.”

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.

Feeling his arm being rubbed and caressed in such a way had an oddly calming effect. “Oh yeah, that feels good.” He hummed softly, eyes closing of their own accord. 

“And yeah, I was pretty ripped as a human. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering because it could be the wolf features enhanced it.” He kept caressing the muscles then got to his chest. “Your fur is very soft, Chip. I mean really. It is.”

Subconsciously the wolf let his jacket slide further off his arm to reveal more of his chest. “Thanks. I didn’t choose to look this way, but I’ll be damned if I don’t take pride in it.” He carried on purring lightly from the attention Brooklyn gave his body.

At the purring, he had to actually chuckle at that sound. “Didn’t know, wolf’s could purr, chip…” He smirked and gently kept doing his motions.

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.

“Heh, more exciting than my nightly routine. At least you’ve got people to share it with.” He wolf sighed softly to himself, but quickly regained his cheery mood when he felt his arm being squeezed. “Like how that feels, don’t you? Hold on a sec.” Chip pulled his arm away and started to unzip his jacket, shrugged off one of the sleeves and held up his bare arm for Brooklyn to feel. “Now give this a feel.” He smirked and gestured for him to touch his thick, toned arm covered in purple fur.

He smirked and gave the others arm a very nice firm grip. “Geeze, Chip you really weren’t kidding on your work out.” He traced his hand gently around the others arm, feeling every detail of his purple fur and creases of the muscles.

“Were you always very muscular even as a human?”

Feeling his arm being rubbed and caressed in such a way had an oddly calming effect. “Oh yeah, that feels good.” He hummed softly, eyes closing of their own accord. 

“And yeah, I was pretty ripped as a human. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering because it could be the wolf features enhanced it.” He kept caressing the muscles then got to his chest. “Your fur is very soft, Chip. I mean really. It is.”

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 enjoyed being in such close quarters with the gargoyle, being able to feel his slimmer, yet still somewhat toned frame. “Well, not a whole lot sadly. I lift weights, watch TV and play video games, work on my bike. That kind of thing.” He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. The wolf didn’t lead that much of an exciting life when it really came down to it.

“Well all I do is face bad guys like we did before, hang out with my rookery brothers and other people then sleep. Exploring is also in my nightly routine.” He chuckled. “Lifting weights is definitely showing.”

The gargoyle gave the others arms a gentle squeeze.

“Heh, more exciting than my nightly routine. At least you’ve got people to share it with.” He wolf sighed softly to himself, but quickly regained his cheery mood when he felt his arm being squeezed. “Like how that feels, don’t you? Hold on a sec.” Chip pulled his arm away and started to unzip his jacket, shrugged off one of the sleeves and held up his bare arm for Brooklyn to feel. “Now give this a feel.” He smirked and gestured for him to touch his thick, toned arm covered in purple fur.

He smirked and gave the others arm a very nice firm grip. “Geeze, Chip you really weren’t kidding on your work out.” He traced his hand gently around the others arm, feeling every detail of his purple fur and creases of the muscles.

“Were you always very muscular even as a human?”

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.

“It’s not perfect, but then again not a lot is.” He shrugged and gave a small cough. Now that Brooklyn was fully suited up, he took a moment to see how his outfit all came together. “Yeah, you got the biker look down for sure.” He grinned and put his arm over Brooklyn’s shoulders once more in a friendly manner.

He made a small grip on the others shoulders with a grin to return that gesture. He couldn’t really wear this yet when he slept since there wasn’t enough time for him to claim this material, but give it time, the humility spell could let him turn these to stone with him. “Thanks for the compliment, Chip. So…what else do you do around here?” The gargoyle also took notice that the others arms were indeed muscular.

Chip enjoyed being in such close quarters with the gargoyle, being able to feel his slimmer, yet still somewhat toned frame. “Well, not a whole lot sadly. I lift weights, watch TV and play video games, work on my bike. That kind of thing.” He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. The wolf didn’t lead that much of an exciting life when it really came down to it.

“Well all I do is face bad guys like we did before, hang out with my rookery brothers and other people then sleep. Exploring is also in my nightly routine.” He chuckled. “Lifting weights is definitely showing.”

The gargoyle gave the others arms a gentle squeeze.

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’s eyes opened wide and his ears stood straight up with slight alarm. “Uhh… Well I can’t deny the fact that your getup works wonders for your appeal.” He responded, sheepishly looking to the side and rubbing the back of his head. Brooklyn was right though, Chip had in fact enjoyed eyeing him up whenever he could.

“Well glad you liked it.” Now that he was in the full get up, he felt like an official biker. He didn’t mind being looked at by the other since nothing forceful or uncomfortable was happening in between them.“Hiding a releasing these wings can be a challenge, but I think I can manage this.’

“It’s not perfect, but then again not a lot is.” He shrugged and gave a small cough. Now that Brooklyn was fully suited up, he took a moment to see how his outfit all came together. “Yeah, you got the biker look down for sure.” He grinned and put his arm over Brooklyn’s shoulders once more in a friendly manner.

He made a small grip on the others shoulders with a grin to return that gesture. He couldn’t really wear this yet when he slept since there wasn’t enough time for him to claim this material, but give it time, the humility spell could let him turn these to stone with him. “Thanks for the compliment, Chip. So…what else do you do around here?” The gargoyle also took notice that the others arms were indeed muscular.

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.

Once again as the gargoyle stripped off his pants the wolf turned away to keep from staring. When he turned back though, he wasn’t expecting to see Brooklyn in just his jockstrap. “Wow, that really does suit you, doesn’t it?” Chip gave him a friendly smile and tried his hardest not to focus too much on the rather noticeable outline visible through the pouch of Brooklyn’s jockstrap.

“Yeah they surprisingly do.” He looked down at himself then up to the wolf man, noticing the slight stare. “See something that you like?” He says in a teasing voice when he placed on his pants, small snickering.

Chip’s eyes opened wide and his ears stood straight up with slight alarm. “Uhh… Well I can’t deny the fact that your getup works wonders for your appeal.” He responded, sheepishly looking to the side and rubbing the back of his head. Brooklyn was right though, Chip had in fact enjoyed eyeing him up whenever he could.

“Well glad you liked it.” Now that he was in the full get up, he felt like an official biker. He didn’t mind being looked at by the other since nothing forceful or uncomfortable was happening in between them.“Hiding a releasing these wings can be a challenge, but I think I can manage this.’

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.

“Oh… I think I got something that could fix that.“ Chip gave a somewhat awkward chuckle before heading back to the boxes of clothes once more. This time he returned with something that was sealed in a small plastic bag. Tearing open the top he unfurled the piece of cloth to reveal that it was a white cotton jockstrap. “Try this. Don’t worry, it’s definitely clean and never been worn before.” He assured the other male.

He nodded and held the underwear up. “So this is what people call underwear these days? It looks good for the tail I suppose.” He gave a small chuckle and once again removed his pants to put on the jockstrap. When that was now on he didn’t put on his pants just yet as he stretched a bit just to get a feel for it.

“Feels alright to me. Thank you.” He smiled to him.

Once again as the gargoyle stripped off his pants the wolf turned away to keep from staring. When he turned back though, he wasn’t expecting to see Brooklyn in just his jockstrap. “Wow, that really does suit you, doesn’t it?” Chip gave him a friendly smile and tried his hardest not to focus too much on the rather noticeable outline visible through the pouch of Brooklyn’s jockstrap.

“Yeah they surprisingly do.” He looked down at himself then up to the wolf man, noticing the slight stare. “See something that you like?” He says in a teasing voice when he placed on his pants, small snickering.

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.

“No problem, Brook. They match real well with your jacket, and the look suits you overall.” The wolf was smirking broadly and folded his arms over his chest. “Feel free to keep those clothes for yourself now. I never wear them and they don’t even fit me anyway.”

“Really? Awesome, man!” It felt kind of weird to go commando like this since he was wearing nothing underneath these pants. “Say…do you have anything that can block my…thing between my pants? The friction doesn’t feel all that great. Heh.”

“Oh… I think I got something that could fix that.“ Chip gave a somewhat awkward chuckle before heading back to the boxes of clothes once more. This time he returned with something that was sealed in a small plastic bag. Tearing open the top he unfurled the piece of cloth to reveal that it was a white cotton jockstrap. “Try this. Don’t worry, it’s definitely clean and never been worn before.” He assured the other male.

He nodded and held the underwear up. “So this is what people call underwear these days? It looks good for the tail I suppose.” He gave a small chuckle and once again removed his pants to put on the jockstrap. When that was not on he didn’t put on his pants just yet as he stretched a bit just to get a feel for it.

“Feels alright to me. Thank you.” He smiled to 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:

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 looked down at the loincloth which did seem to pack the inside of his new pants in an unappealing way. “Sure, why not?” He took off the pants and then turned around to take off the loincloth because for right now he was bottom naked and just wearing the leather jacket. Once that was done, he placed on the jeans yet again and turned around

“How about, now?” He gestured to himself. The tail hole was going to awkwardly get use too since he is wearing something kind of new to him.

Whilst Brooklyn had turned around to get undressed once more, the wolf did his best to turn away out of respect, but something in him kept from looking away completely. Rather sneakily he stole a few glances of the gargoyle’s backside, taking time to note how supple and attractive his skin looked. As Brooklyn turned his back again to face him, he quickly looked away before pretending as if he were seeing the other as he was for the first time.

“Whoa, now that’s a look I can get used to.” Smirked Chip, folding his arms and eyeing his friend up and down in his new getup. “Though to finish it off…” He quickly headed over to the stack of boxes again before returning with a black leather belt and handing it to the gargoyle. “Try this on too.”

He saw the belt. It slightly resembled his own, but it was this centuries updated one so the accessory wasn’t too out of his knowledge. The gargoyle took the belt and buckled it around him to where it had fitted him perfectly. Even though this was new material to wear, he could get use to these clothes.

“Thanks, Chip. I think this get up can do me well when I’m pulling up the disguise.” He grinned.

“No problem, Brook. They match real well with your jacket, and the look suits you overall.” The wolf was smirking broadly and folded his arms over his chest. “Feel free to keep those clothes for yourself now. I never wear them and they don’t even fit me anyway.”

“Really? Awesome, man!” It felt kind of weird to go commando like this since he was wearing nothing underneath these pants. “Say…do you have anything that can block my…thing between my pants? The friction doesn’t feel all that great. Heh.”