"Shota" {NSFW} Zaroc Wall

 Zaroc slipped out the door, his dad waving to him as the bell rang out.
“Be careful Roc! Its supposed to storm tonight.”
Zendak’s voice echoed in his head.
“Alright daddy! Thanks for the heads up!”

He stopped outside the door and slapped his legs, checking his pouches where in place. The small leather bags of holding where strapped through the loose shorts, then checked the bag around his shoulders. Smiling he set off down the street. The crowded city bustling as the Winters Heart festival began.

He looked around in awe at the decorations, the shimmering glass and crystals glowing in the midday sun. He smiled widely as he set off for the city center. The large crater that once held the Dawnlight Bulwark had finally been restored and was being used for the festival.

The city traffic flowed, carriages and Wagons down the center of the streets. Horse hooves ringing against the cobblestone, while people moved on the outside.

Zaroc cut down a side alley, the foot traffic dying down as he moved away from the main street of the northeastern district. Within minutes he was free of the alley and back on track. The streets still teamed with life but it lessened as he looked around.

Clothes stores lined the block as he recognized the fashion district. Eyes darting around, searching or the desired shop. He spotted it over the head of a large horse passing by, and with an excited motion sprinted for the building.

Pushing through the light wooden door a light voice called out to him.
“Zaroc, you’re on time for once!”
“Sorry Auntie Dags, i’ll try to be later next time!”
“That's more like it. So, how are your dads doing Roc?”
“Their good…. Daddy Zendak is a little Mopey with Raze gone though.”
“Aww, the poor baby. He’ll be fine Zaroc, don’t worry.”
“I know, my dads are strong!”
“Yes little Roc, your dads are very strong.” The dwarven woman hopped off the counter, bringing a small satchel over to Zaroc. “Here’s your package. It was a cute design Roc, I hope you enjoy using it!”

Dags hugger the kid, now taller than her, she giggled as his tail wrapped around them briefly.
“Hehe, just like Raze. Ah, you’re too kind to this little old dwarf, now go, i've got customers who will be in soon and I need to work, have fun! It's supposed to storm tonight though, don't stay out too late… but do bring me any leftovers!”

Zaroc smiled and waved as he popped out the door, shoving the small paper wrapped package into the bag at his side. The city center still nearly an hours walk away.

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The city center was mostly empty, glowing barricades and city watch letting only vendors in to prepare their stalls for the festival. He flashed the vendor license to a guard, the woman’s inspected it with a warm smile and let him through.

He skipped to the small booth with his name glowing on the sign. The deep red runes reading “Darkstone Baked Goods” He smiled widely as he hopped behind the booth. The small stone oven already a blaze keeping the booth warm.

Without looking he opened the bag slung over his shoulder, pulling canisters of ingredients out.  Within minutes jars of flours, sugars, honeys and a host of other ingredients lastly he pulled out the package from Dags.

He gently peeled the paper away, a squee of joy as he saw his new apron folded neatly. Unfurled he saw the star speckled cloth, each mote of light glowing and glitterings. And at the bottom a magical fire pattern swirled and danced. He threw it on, tying it tight as he turned to his station and began to bake!
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The festival was raging around Zarocs booth, music came from the center of the now open area, a troupe of bards circled around the giant ice sculpture that was the center of the festival. A massive art piece depicting two dragons circling each other, a snowflake carved between them with a symmetrical heart motifs.

Zaroc stole glances at it every moment he could, the occasional break in sales as the crowds parted for events. He sold faster than he could bake, even with magic on his side. A small pile of notes left with gold on top as reminders of customers orders.

People of all kinds came by his booth, the city watch were fond of his pies, having bought out his supply if them in just over an hour. Dagwren stopped by on her way to his house, picking up Zendak’s favorite treat.

“Little Roc!”
“Hi Dagwren!” He ran out of the booth to hug her, her large arms squeezing him in a tight embrace.
“How fares the little baker?”
“Rich!” He smiled, a look of pure delight that made Dagwren grin in response. “I’m going to get my dads something really nice as a gift for tomorrow!”
“Such a sweet boy they raised.” She messed his hair, gently kissing his forehead. “Just be safe on the travels home Zaroc. The streets seem very different in the dark.”
“Oh… Okay. I’ll keep my brain tight!”
“Silly boy, now go, your have a customer!”

Zaroc turned to the booth, gasping an apology at the shimmering green Yuan-Ti  that waited patiently at the booth.
“I’m sorry sir! I will give you a discount for the wait!”

“Itz not necezzary little one.” The mans words entranced Zaroc as he spoke, the shimmering light played over his scales almost hypnotically. “Pleaze tell me what you have for purchaz. I am quite fond of almondz if you have any zuch treatz!”
“Yea! I have a few Almond cookies left. Some chocolate and almond scones…. They are a little funky though.  Oh! I made an almond and pecan pie! Fresh out of the fire! The city watch will be here soon if they hear about it though! Might wanna act fast!”

He smiled at the large man, his eyes darted from the shape of his face to the fine clothes he wore. Soft looking silk draped over him in intricate patterns. A deep blue with strips of gold and grey. As soft sash of pink curled over his shoulders and down in an X across his body, ending around the mans waist covered the transition from torso to tail. He felt his face flush at the notable bump in the silk,  as well as a small portion of a break in the scales, he found himself glad for his orange skin as he feared hed be caught staring.

“Almond pie? Thiz iz worth trying!” The large hand dipped into his own shoulder bag, an ornate black and gold bag that matched his own. Quickly pulling out with a few platinum pieces. “Here you go little one. I will like to try thiz pie, and a zmall bag of the cookiez if you'd pleaze.”
“Certainly Sir!” He bounced around. The small booth gathering the Yuan-Ti’s goods.

The tall man looked Zaroc over, tongue flicking out. His sharp eyes noted the fine stitching of the boys clothes. Diverting his attention from the quality of the fit he chose to focus on the overall style.
“Your clothez are… exceptional! May i azk where you purchased them?” His eyes drawn to the shifting imagery if his apron.
“Hehe, my Auntie Dags! She runs a shop a in town.”
“The Zilver Threadz, yezz?”
“Yea! She's made most of my stuff, just got the apron in my way here!”
“It iz a work of beauty. Your aunt should be proud, cute apron for a cute baker.”

Zaroc smiled at the man as he handed over the packaged goods. The Yuan-ti packed them away in his magical bag,  a look of delight splayed across his face as Zaroc slid the pie his way. The thick brown pie sat on a small glass plate, a three tined fork lay beside it with a small pile of whipped cream plopped on top.
“Here you go Sir! I hope you like it.”

Zaroc smiled, his cheeks puffed out as his teeth were bared at the man. The reptilian face smiled as he took a bite of the pie, his eyes closed as a low hiss emanated from him. He opened them wide to see the boy leaning over the counter, staring at him.
“Thiz iz a zepctaular pie little one. Tell me pleaze, do you zell theze every day?”
“Oh no… but if you ever wanted i could make some to order!”
“That would be very zweet of you, where could i find you to make thiz deal?”
“”My dads run a shop! The Armory of Desire! I occasionally sell some baked stuff during the week so they would know what to do!”
“Ahhh, yez, I am familiar with their zhop. I purchazed my bag there recently.”
“Yeah! I noticed it, its just like mine!” Zaroc lifted his apron and turned partially, showing the man the pouches on the side of his shorts, his hand brushing himself to highlight his bulge for the larger man. “My dad made these ones just for me!”
“Very cute little one. Your ztyle iz az admirable az your baking. AAAH Yez, may i azk your name little one?”

The Yuan-Ti leaned in, his eyes locked on the boys shorts. The gesture he’d made across his own body had not gone unnoticed. His tongue flicked out, the sweet air intensified with the motion. The almond pie ruled but he could sense the boys sweat in the air, then the scent of rain lingered after all else had faded.
Zaroc blushed under the hard stare, he impishly dropped the apron, rubbing it back to flat as he turned to the man.
“Im Zaroc!”
“Grazz iz my name. It waz a joy to tazte your baking Zaroc.”

He watched the man slither away, still grinning stupidly as he went back to working. Packing up the now empty containers into his bag.
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The  festival had drawn to a close, the moonlight now blocked as clouds rolled in. The magical light dimmed in the decorations as the city square emptied out.

Zaroc was the last one in the plaza as he backed away his left overs. A gentle drizzle rolled over the city. With a sigh he folded the apron, placing it gently into the bag for protection.

The streets were illuminated by the crystal lamps, the soft blue hue cast frightening shadows on the now empty streets. Zaroc looked around, he knew the city well, he wouldn’t let a bit of shadow scare him now!

He headed for the fashion district, patting his bag for comfort as he set off at a low sprint. The alleyways and streets flew by, he grinned and laughed as he splashed through the city. The water grew cold as the temperature dropped.

He pulled himself to a stop as he recognized his mistake. He hadn’t been paying attention, and he'd over shot the fashion district. The city’s outer wall loomed before him, the deep grey stone blending with the falling snow.

“Awwww…. This bites! Now i’m lost.”
He turned around checking the surrounding buildings for a sign of where he was. He walked through the snow, eyes upturned to check the signs swaying in the harsh wind.

“The Embered Rose?” He pulled a face at the sign, a iron rose with glowing red lines through it. “Must be an inn, if i head down the alley way I should get home I think!”

He sprinted down the small alleyway beside the building, the snow piled less here as he walked. The building drew tighter than most and he found himself trapped in a dead end. A pile of rubble, seamingly from the clean up of the crater.

“Ohh man, really? They blocked the whole alley up!”

He stomped the ground in frustration, his tail slapping the snow with a plume of white. He huffed, looking over the rubble wall. He spotted a small gap and moved closer to inspect it.

He could barely get his head into the hole, but saw the stone was loose enough to move, excitedly he pulled a dagger from the pouch at his left leg, and began carefully plying the rubble away. Within a few minutes he whooped with triumph and began climbing through.

A cloud of dust fell from the loose rubble, causing the boy to sneeze, his shoulders jolting the side of the hole. Before he regained himself the hole fell back in and he felt himself pinned.

He hissed as he braced his arm against the wall and pushed. The stone pressed in on his chest and back holding him tight. He tried pushing himself free again to no avail.

He gave up and let his arms hang limp, his feet unable to touch the ground. He instead moved his feet up the wall as best he could. He kicked out, trying desperately to free himself. He struggled for a few minutes before giving up again. Toes still pressed into the stone wall as he began to cry.

“Someone help me…. i wanna get home…”
He felt the tears well in his eyes before falling to the ground, watching as they froze in place in the slowly building snow. He continued to cry softly, occasionally calling for help into the storm that seemed to rage in the streets.


Grazz slipped outside the brothel. The warm building reminded him too much of home. The silken shirt discarded in his rented room, he stood now, bare chested but for the modest sash around his hips that barely covered him genitals.

He breathed in the cold air, feeling the cold burning his lungs faintly. A whimper passed through the wind to catch his attention, his eyes darting to the side of the building. He flicked his tongue out, searching for clues to the source.

The sharpe sense of the cold, stone, mud.  And there, faint amongst the rest, a hint of sweets. He lunged forward through the driving snow, curious and concerned.

He rounded the corner, his tongue still flickering wildly, the sweet taste growing strong. He eyes widened as he saw the boy from the festival stuck in a rubble wall. Slowly moving forward, snow pilling beside him as he slithered forward. He heard the kids soft sobbing and felt a pang of sorrow.

His eyes were drawn to the boys ass, a sense of mild shame at the action. But still his eyes drew to the deep black fabric, the metallic red trimming shimmering in the faint light from the streets.

His hand reached out, brushing the snow from the soft fabric. He hissed in aww at the quality, trying not to focus on the firmness of the body beneath.

“Hello! Please! Im stuck… I wanna go home.”

“Zaroc! Little one, how did you end up in ztuck a place?”
“Grazz?” The soft voice called to him. “Grazz I need help.”
“I zee that little one. Grazz will help hiz baker friend.” He ran his hand across the black fabric again, his other hand slipping up the leg, a moment of exhilaration as the trapped boy adjusted his body. “Grazz alwayz helpz a friend in need. But, perhapz Grazz may inzpect Zaroc’z lovely clothez first?”
“As long as you can get me out yes. My undies are even prettier though! I wore my favorite pair tonight, good luck id hoped, maybe its not too bad?”

Grazz smiled at the boys words, his hand now buried under the pants as the deep orange legs moved, drawing the shorts tight as he pushed against the rubble.
“I'm still stuck pretty good, maybe I just need some pushing?” The voice had lost the soft tint of the sobbing, that same sharp edge as when he offered the pie now cut through the stone wall.

The boys tail moved, wrapping around his own waist, Grazz watched as the boy pushed his shirt up, the deep orange covered the boys body except for a long streak of grey down his spine.

His hand trailed down, from the tightening grip of the tail, down the hollow back until his fingers touched the cold metallic cloth. He pulled gently, unwilling to damage suck delicate stitching.

“Oh, its cold!”
“Zurley you’re joking yez? You had been covered in znow. You’ve been cold all night no?”
“Nope! Mostly immune to it. But it’s why im a bit short down there today!”

Grazz looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the boys body. The sharp tail moved around, hiding the boys hole from view, but his eyes moved lower to the bulging gold and black scaled jockstrap. The vibrant red metallic cloth making up the same waist band on these as his shorts.

“Where doez a child get zuch elaborate clothing?”
“My dads run an adventuring store. And have a small side shop for adult items. Sometimes I take something I like and leave the gold on the counter. I have some cool stuff too!”
“Yez, I am familiar with the Armory of Dezire. I have… been a client a few timez.”

Grazz’s other hand dropped to his waist, moving the silks aside as the slit in his body opened, two pulsing cocks sliding out. The thick ruby shafts already glistening with a thick layer of pre-cum, his eyes lingered in the two gold bands afixed to his twin shafts.

“Zaroc, how much puzhing do you need to be freed of thiz wall?”
“Probably alot! But you looked pretty strong, if you push hard enough I bet you can get me out!”
“Perhapz.”

He rubbed the top dick against the scaled jockstrap, the faintly gingling of scales amusing him before his hands curled around the waistband and pulled them down.

“Very fine craftzmanzhip, your fatherz do great work!”
“Hehe… I don't know if you mean me or my undies… hehe, that tickles stopp.”
Graze smiled at the boys laughter, feeling the body shaking with the laughing. His tongue shot out, the sweet taste of the boy filling him.

Dropped the clothes to the snowy stones, dipping his head towards the body. He took the base of the tail in his mouth, his tongue wrapping around the thick appendage.

“Hey! That really hehehe, that tickles a lot Grazz!”
“Zzzhhhh, You will be free zoon.”
“Would you like me to move my tail Grazz?”
“Yezz little one.”

He watched as the tail slipped away, the end dipping into the boys hold just long enough to tease him. He pushed the soft orange cheeks, amused at the wat the grey from the spine ended at the tail.

He pushed as Zaroc had asked of him, his hands gripping tight to the small hips as he felt the warmth of the body engulf him. The cold on his lower dick now made him shudder.

Zaroc faint yip as he felt Grazz sink into him. He clutched at the wall. Feeling a slight budge as Grazz’s body slapped into his.
“Grazz, you pushed me a bit! Its gonna work!”
“Delightful, now, letz have zome
Fun with it yez?”

He felt Grazz grab his own dick, a second thick cock now slapped his own, yet he felt Grazz inside him. He swallowed hard before speaking.
“Uhhm Grazz, maybe only stick to one too free me if you don't mind”
“Of courze little one.”

Grazz’s hand moved down his side, feeling the lithe body. Then to the boys stomach as he felt himself faintly inside, flared head of his cock amusing him as it pushed deep.
“Holding his ribs gently as the man began to move his hips, the heavy thrusts occasionally pushing him free. The felt his knees braced against the wall, as Grazz pulled the base of Zaroc’s tail.
“Careful Graaaaaahh.”

Grazz yanked at the base, smiling as he felt the boys cum shoot hard to the floor. His big hand pulled and relaxed in a patter as he made Zaroc moan, rubbing the cum around their dicks.

Zaroc had begun to moan quietly, his hands clasped over his mouth as he heard Grazz hissing lowly. The thick hand hand grabbed their dicks, slowly rubbing them together. The mans hand was delicate even as he firmly held Zaroc’s shaft in his hand, squeezing and rubbing as he felt the ridges harder.

“Thiz iz an unuzual shaped cock for zure little one. Az cute az itz owner.”
“Zaroc went to respond and let a moan out, the soft sound eliciting another hard thrust from Grazz. The man kept a steady pace of thrusts as Zaroc sat there moaning and clutching at the wall. He heard Grazz mumbling kind words as a slow warmth filled his belly.

“Grazz im still stuck… can you try with both? And maybe push harder?”
“Of courze Zaroc, i will be az careful az pozzible az well.”

He felt a rush of cool air as Grazz pulled out of him. The mans hands gave his ass a rough slap upwards, a chuckle coming from over the wall.
“Your azz would make for a great pillow little Zaroc.”
“Uhh thanks. Maybe next time!”

Grazz’s tongue flicked out again, the sweetness to the boy was almost intoxicating, now mixed with the heavy musk of his own precum. He dipped his head, letting the forked tongue slide through the still open hold. Zaroc moved his legs against the wall again, toes curling as he braced himself, a loud moan from the boy made Grazz smile as he pushed his mouth closer to the boy.

He spent a few minutes enjoying his new friend, both his ass and his unusual cock had captivated the Yuan-Ti. The rounded shaft rolled through his hands smoothly as the boys precum leaked onto Grazzs body.

“Hey Grazz, watch your hands!”
The excitement from Zaroc made him pull his head away, a trail of thick saliva seeping from the warm hole as he turned his gaze to where his hands held the large cock. A moan from Zaroc echoed with the wind as he saw a large spurt of cum shoot from the shaft. The boys dick jumped in his hands, pulsing as the long stream kept repeating the powerful shots.
“Zaroc, what iz thiz? I do enjoy thiz zpecial bakerz cream!”
He heard Zaroc moan louder as he gabe the dick a few tugs. His hands covered in the warm fluid.


“Be ready Zaroc, im and going to puzh more!”
Grazed wasted no time pushing both dicks in at once. Zaroc yipped briefly before it turned into panting moans. Grazz was moaning as well, both if his large hands gripped Zarocs hips tightly. With every thrust Zeic could feel himself move through the stone, but was unable to take his hands from his horns as the dual pleasures racked his body.
He let out a whimper as the two cock shot a large load into him. His whole body warming with the cum. The mans hard thrusts quickly dislodging him now.

“You are quite lucky for your age Zaroc. You ztill have room to grow.”
“Thank your Grazz. Whys your cum so thick?”
Grazz hissed as another set of heavy spurts flowed into Zaroc.
”it iz so it lingerz in the partnerz body, increaze oddz of fertilization!“ A final echoing hiss as he felt Grazz cum again, a heavy thrust that pushed Zarocs hips out the stone.


He face planted into the cold snow, his ass hanging in the air, the Yuan-Ti’s sticky cum spurting through the hole and spraying his ass.

After a few minutes had passesed Grazz stuck his head to the hole to look at Zaroc.
“Zaroc? Do you need a guide home?”
“No, i know the way. But Grazz, can you hand me my clothes?”
“Of courze!” He gently handed the shorts and jockstrap over, his tongue pulling the sweet, musk to him. “Be careful little one, and don’t climb through wallz. May not be Grazz there to azzizt next time, thanks again for the sweet treetz!”
“Thank you Grazz! Swing by the shop and ill make you a complimentary pie!”
“Deal!”
Grazz watched through the hole as Zaroc dressed, the boy sitting and bending down to suck his own dick clean as he locked eyes with Grazz.
He felt his dicks shoot an unexpected fourth load onto the cold ground at the sight.
“Next time Zaroc.” He said.
“Next time Grazz! Good night!”

Zaroc ran home, the thick cum that coated his lower half freezing to ice as he moved the thick, his belly had a slight bloat that he tried to ignore. He stumbled into the front door of his house. The quiet room with the hearth burning low as Zendak and Dagwren huddled close by the fire, asleep with a few empty bottles on the floor at their feet

Zaroc smiled as he headed to bed, his ass sore but his head raced with the thought of the day’s adventures as he peeled the sticky clothes off and faded off to sleep.