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"Hello?" Biggie calls, wandering about the massive Rock hall, "Poppy?" Queen Barb had held a feast in the Pop Trolls' honor after a group of them had ventured all the way to Volcano Rock City. Why Poppy had just up and gathered her troupe to go on the adventure out of nowhere, no one knows for sure, but Biggie had seen the way she swooned and ogled Queen Barb as she made her stentorian speech about the sudden strengthening of their alliance.
The feast had gone long into the night, the Rockers and the Pops partying hard till they started to drop one by one. The pop rock still bumps from the main hall.
Bigge has to tiptoe around the partied out trolls, and his calls don't even make them budge from their slumber. He'd enjoyed the revelrey but at least had the good sense to not go crazy; no matter how hard Pop Trolls party, the Rockers do it harder. The music banged through everyone's chests, the ground shook with the force of all the dancing, and faces flitted in and out of sight. So he pulled away when the pyroflowers were brought out, though Dinkles jumped out of his grasp to keep on with the others.
The only issue now is he has no clue where he's meant to sleep, if not on the floor.
Hence, his search for his friend. Of all the passed out Trolls, Poppy -- and Barb as well, for that matter -- are not among them.
"Queen Poppy," Biggie calls. "Oh, where did she go off too?"
"Hello?"
The large Troll yelps and jumps. Behind him is a short, lanky Trolls with a black mop for hair and a beanie covering his eyes. Barb's lackey, he recalls -- Riff.
"Sprinkles!" he swears, "Where did you come from?"
"S-Sorry, dude, didn't mean to spook you!" Riff placates with his hands up. "Biggie, right? Just heard you calling out."
"O-Oh...well, yes. I'm looking for Poppy, have you seen her? I have no where to go to find a proper pace to sleep."
Riff shakes his head. "No. I was looking for Queen Barb, have you --"
A high-pitched cry rings through the immense hall; the two freeze and their heads snap toward the giant double doors at the very end of the hall.
"Th-That's her!" Biggie hurries in the direction of the double doors. "She sounds like she's hurt, we've got --"
Riff is on his tail. "W-Wait! If she's in there, then that means that --"
But Biggie gets to the door before the skinnier Trolls can finish, pushes it open and --
Freezes again.
The cries are louder now, the door no longer a barrier, and the source of it is a jerking, wet mess of limbs. On the massive, spiked bed, fit for a none other than a royal, Poppy is lying on her stomach, her knees weakly holding her up, positioned submissively beneath a ravenous Barb, who has her ponytail gripped roughly in her hand, with a glittery strap-on affixed to her hips as they piston in and out, in and out of Poppy's cunt, her pink-ish essence dripping from her in fat, heavy droplets. The sounds coming out of Poppy are the exact same as what they'd just hard, beside herself with pleasure, and Barb is growling, animalistic fucking her like there's no tomorrow.
The two are none the wiser that they're being watched, their lovemaking so aggressive and loud that they hadn't even heard.
"Fuck yeah, baby, you like that?" Barb snarls, smacking Poppy's already reddened asscheek. "Take that cock, that's right, nngh, take it, you whore!"
"Nngh, oh Barb, yes, I-I'm such a filthy, fucking whore! Ruin my hole, it's yours, make me limp so everyone knows who I belong to --"
"Oohh, fuck, honey, you're gonna make me --"
It's then that Riff drags the petrified Biggie away, shutting the door.
"C-C'mon," the Rocker mumbles, cheeks blazing red, "you can stay in my room."
---
With Biggie in the room, it becomes much smaller than it already was, but they make it work.
The big, blue Troll lies on his back on the wrinkled, leathery floor, with the blanket he'd been handed, while Riff brushes his teeth, and is still blinking and trying to get the image of one of his best friends getting plowed out of his head.
"I can't believe they snuck off to...make love."
"It happens," Riff says with a shrug. "'specially to Barb. It's kind of a Rocker thing, we're, uh...restless creatures. You didn't see them fucking out there?"
"No!" Biggie looks at him with wide eyes. "They were doing that?"
"Well, yeah, plenty of the Rockers were bending each other over..."
"I thought they were simply getting close and friendly." Biggie looks faintly scarred.
"Oh, they were."
Biggie lies back down with a thump, covering his eyes.
"Oh, sugar..." he sighs. "I certainly won't be forgetting this night for a while."
"Haha, same here. It's so --" Riff stops suddenly, after having faced Biggie, "Um, dude?"
"Yes?"
"Your, uh..."
Biggie opens his eyes to find a red-faced Riff, pointing down at his crotch. His large belly is in the way, but he quickly reaches down to paw at his own groin to find that yes, he does indeed have an erection.
"Oh, sugar salt, I'm so sorry!" He covers it with a big hand. "This is so embarrassing, I-I swear this is --"
"Whoa, dude, chill out --"
"I-I just, I didn't think that --"
"Dude --"
"A-And I don't want to give you the wrong impression --"
"Biggie!" Riff interrupts, "It's cool, it happens to Rockers all the time, we're all horny as fuck, remember? Besides, after we just saw? I don't blame you."
"I like men," Biggie blurts out, dumbfounding Riff, "I-I was just trying to say...i-it wasn't because of Barb and Poppy. I was imagining having sex in the party hall. W-With Hard Rockers."
Riff swallows.
"Oh. Yeah?"
"Yes," Biggie says, seeing the interest come over Riff's face. His cock twitches under his hand. "You're all so rugged and rough. I-I wanted to know what it's like."
"I see." Riff rocks on his heels, red in the face and grinning nervously. There's a visible bump in his pants. "Well, I could...I-I mean, if you want...?"
"Yes."
In a flash, they're making out, mindlessly twirling tongues. Riff drapes himself over Biggie's larger form, groaning into their kiss. He bucks his hips against Biggie's plush stomach. Biggie moans. He can feel his wetness leaking through his pants.
The pants got tossed away and so do Biggie's short, exposing both Riff's throbbing cunt and Biggie's pulsing cock, which is more thick than long, dwarfed by the rest of him.
"I-I'm gonna ride you so hard..." Riff hisses, practically drooling in excitement, panting in arousal. "So fucking hard, I wanna feel your cock in me tomorrow."
Biggie nods frantically. "Yes, yes, own me, please --"
Heat sheathes his cock and he arches, groaning loudly. Something seems to overtake the smaller Troll because he growls eagerly, sitting on Biggie's beercan, and snarls as he starts to buck his hips in a clumsy, hormonal ride. The gangly Troll is a bit younger than Biggie, he can tell, so maybe he hadn't had as much experience sexually. That would explain the nerve-shot way he fucks Biggie, the carnal way he bares his teeth, like this is an opportunity he doesn't get very often.
Either way, he's fucking great at it.
Riff presses his front to Biggie's underbelly, gripping gently at his soft skin, and ruts his hips in harsh jerks, growling.
"Rrgh...!"
Biggie grunts, squirming, barely able to thurst upward because of Riff's behavior.
"Unnghh, oh, yes, you feel so good...!" Biggie pants, canting his hips as best he can. "I'm gonna -- Oh, sugar, I'm gonna --!"
He shoots deep into Riff; Riff howls in pleasure, still rabidly riding him, milking him for all he has.
"Ugh!! Oh!"
Biggie gets pushed into another orgasm, as Riff's humping draws more and more out of him.
He comes two more times before Riff finally settles down, full of his load. Shakily, the Rocker crawls up to press his face to Biggie's chin, lapping at his sugary sweat affectionately. Biggie, more exhausted than he's ever been in his life, giggles sleepily and licks him back till they both fall dead asleep.
---
"Did you hear all that racket?" Barb says, smoking her candy cigarette.
Poppy giggles as she lays against her chest, idly drawing circles into her lover's rough skin. Her hair is in disarray, skin bitten up and bruised in numerous places, and her throat is wrecked from the fucking it got. "They were really going at it, huh?"
"Some Trolls..." Barb shakes her head, blowing smoke upward. "Can't even have common courtesy.
"Yeah...Wanna go again?"
Barb grins sharply, flicking the cig away. "You read my mind, baby."