Two gangbangers passed by faded posters of missing girls. Some drooped off the sides of the brownstone buildings if they hadn't been outright blown off by the breeze, collecting in the curbside gutter. Competing for limited space, they were all mostly of different people, but the most common one was for a girl named Abigail Swinson, her twin candid photos from two different points in her young life. "Yo, what's up with that chick I hear you guys are running with?"
"What? You've never met April? Oh man, you're in for a treat." He licked his teeth with envy, his head lowering with a shake.
He was from a different borough and ran with a different set of Dragons, and he had a completely different introductory girl, who didn't last very long as a groupie. "What she look like?"
"You know that uh..." He snapped his fingers. "Natalie Imbruglia chick in that Torn music video? Like that."
"Ooooh." He had no idea who that was, but he felt like he wasn't going to get an indepth answer until he actually saw her, so he kept his trap shut.
Wooden boards covered the storefront of 2nd Time Around, so they had to cut through the alley and go in through the side entrance.
Clomping in, the steel door sealed shut behind them.
*CRRSH*
The sound of ice and water displacing.
April was standing half nude, her perky tits swinging as she turned to greet them with two cold ones in hand sweating through her fingers. "Hello boys~" Speaking of cold ones, her bright pink nips were erect and pointing their way as she did a haughty little walk over to them, swinging her hips with a slight exaggeration.
She gave them each a flirty little wink as she passed them off. April always knew the way to an adolescent's heart: beers and babes. Despite the dingey surroundings and frigid air that gave her pale skin goosebumps, she felt like a supermodel on a beach, as the boys were now all grins in her presence.
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April's antique store hadn't closed down -- but it had been picked clean of every historical object, whether rare or not. Nothing remained of her old place. Instead, stacks of stolen goods acted almost like pillars, creating false walls, holding the now personality-less shop from collapsing in on itself. It was stuff still considered too hot for the Purple Dragons to sell. Familiar and popular logos for plasma TVs and DVD players looked faded in the dark on the sides of the boxes. Even illegal weapons bound in leather cases were found here -- the kind that even keeping them in storage would get the person in question into a lot of trouble.
Yet she didn't care, the Purple Dragon she was blowing crushing the cardboard he was sitting on.
Entering the store, a member of the gang was looking for April, and he didn't have to look far and wide to find her, her trademark loud hungry slurping leading him to her. "HUMF-" *SHLORP SLRP SLUP*
She stared up intensely through her half lidded eyes at the man, energetically throwing her face into his lap, her red lips dragging and leaving behind darkened spit trails on the pink mast. April had her arm laid across his belly, holding up his shirt so it didn't fall and obscure his length. She sometimes didn't fully seal her mouth around it. "Hrmph-mmmph-hmmfff-" Making April one of the hungriest sounding cocksluts he had ever heard.
Roddy seethed in silence, his approach more like a prowl. From the side, half her face disappeared into the lap of the man, engorging herself on a hoagie of meat. The man then held her clutched tightly. "GLRK-URK-" April choked as she was brought to the deepest depths of her throat, her eyelashes splashing with dew, a hint of distress but the messenger had seen her go through worse -- maybe he even inflicted worse on her. "GAH-Hah...hah..." She finally was allowed to come up for air.
As the uninvited gangmember approached, he turned a corner to find another Purple Dragon with an open vest and undone pants railing April.
"April-" He was cut off nearly instantly.
"Wait your fuckin' turn! She's fuckin' busy... ah..." The guy behind her feeding her cock used the slapping of his balls against her flabby fat and pale butt to silence any further conversations.
Her khakis were in a discarded pile around her feet, which stood angled on her tippy toes, the toes of her right foot curled in different directions on the hardwood, her knees bent, almost awkward looking as she positioned herself for easier access to the man behind her. Her inner thigh ran with streaks of her juices mixed with an old creampie from earlier, the two having switched positions.
April bent the rod as far as she could as she ran the wet head over her lips like it were a lipstick applicator, meeting the reddish spongey head with manic, sloppy wet kisses. They exchanged deep, longing and sensual staring as her fingers and lips ran alongside his shaft. The unbreaking eye contact was almost enough to want to push her away, because they were the kind that could make any man fall in love with April, but the cold reality was that April was nothing but a whore.
A few of the bottom of the totem Dragon's tried to make her into their girlfriend, which never worked out, because April was all lovey dovey with her arm over the guys shoulder one moment, and then she's trying to find her next dick to ride or cock to suck when he wasn't around, and when the guy would rage out at her after finding out, or worse, catching her in the act, she acted totally aloof to it, unafraid of the guy beating the shit out of her.
Granted, the other dragons would've protected her if it ever got violent, but she didn't know that... or maybe she did.
Imagine a guy so desperate for pussy that he tells the biggest slut this side of the Bronx 'I love you'. The kinda guy that would kiss her after just having had their penis in her mouth. That was no way to get respect with the other Dragons.
*SLLK - SHLUK - SHLLLP*
Despite slowing for a moment, April still gave tightly sealed suction-y strokes. "HRGHFUK-"
"-GLUMPH" That sudden swelling and then the burst of his hot load down her gullet, April swallowed without question while she braced as much as she could, as she was pulled forwards and back, each of them with a neediness she couldn't deny.
"Did you like that, April?" The guy behind her asked like a total creep in a slowed, drawn out way -- reminding her of the way the Dragons liked to talk to young girls like Abby.
"Hohyeah." She far too quickly voiced her supposed satisfaction, belying that she had done this once too many times for this to be anything special.
Each of them slipped out of her, each of them receding into a limpness, and after having been filled up on both ends, the guy on the outer rim of the room motioned for her again.
The elastic strings of her high cut panties snapped around her, though calling them her underwear was a bit of a misnomer, as they acted as more of a wad catcher, as she recently liked to wear black, hoping to see dried visual reminders at the end of the week when she was doing her laundry, the musky build up giving her a high almost equivalent to her happy dust. "I promise I won't be long, boys." Sounding cheerful while patting down the Dragons she just screwed and sucked off, they casually acknowledged her disappearance with dismissive waves and muttering.
Aprils tits bounced as she moved with a spring in her step, fighting with her pants to get them around her hips before dipping down again to quickly slip on her purple crop top; her exposed midriff still tight, her diet of semen mixed with the odd cigarette easily maintaining her figure. She had this playfulness, almost skipping towards him with her thumbs hanging off the loops of her pants, palms pressed into her hips. "What's up?" Vapid expression, like she was the nicest person in the world -- but he knew better. He knew what she did. Luring in young girls... she might as well have been a Stepford wife and he saw right through her twisted, thin veneer.
He worked with the hardest of the hard gangbangers, who weren't afraid to ice complete strangers -- but what she did made him sick. "Max and Spuds want to see you."
The absolute disdain that wafted through the pores of his heavily acne scarred face, which April was completely oblivious to, as she considered every dragon boy to be part of her extended family, and why would her family hate her? "About what?"
Considering his station, he couldn't believe he was sent to recruit this disgusting whore for a mission. "I don't know what. They don't tell me anything -- just that you gotta meet them for something."
Talking to April made him nauseous, as he not only imagined the amount of spunk she swallowed, every little squirmy sperm she swallowed with enthusiasm, but her breath actively smelled of rancid dick as well... or he imagined it did. He stepped back on reflex and nearly reached up to cover his nose, but had the wherewithal not to, having an ounce of social awareness.
Yes of course he had fucked her -- but EVERYONE in the Purple Dragons had...
His first time should've been with-
Ah forget it.
"Stupid errand boy bullshit..." Why did he say that outloud, even if it was under his breath?
"Awww... you seem awfully frustrated." She reached out and played with his collar. "Want me to help you blow off some steam?" That forwardness mixed with the inviting sway of her hips, had all those raw angry thoughts fall by the wayside. How did she have the energy? Should he say yes?
His response took a little too long, and before it could get really awkward, April stepped back. "Well if you need me-" She threw her thumb over her shoulder in the general direction of those same guys from earlier. "I'll be right over there." Her head dipped slightly as her tongue ran over her pearly whites, as if she couldn't wait.
She was a phony, and he could see past those glassy eyes of hers. Like a girl that just cheated on you, doing her best to fake it like she still loved you and was still faithful.
Yet the Dragon now stood with an awkward point in his pants.
"Hey April, wait up!"
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Her heels clicked nervously as April stalked through a parking lot of chrome choppers -- each of the bikes commanding a powerful 'stay the fuck away' energy that April was indeed wary of. April walked by the front of the bar, hearing muffled conversations and music outside of the frosted glass, the 'Sully's Tap' sign perched above.
April nearly threw her shoulder out trying to shunt open the front door. The hallway inside was pitchblack -- only half the light sockets above her head were fitted with bulbs, but they were all burnt out long ago. Then April realised why the lights didn't work: there was exposed wiring in the ceiling, frayed at both ends. Looking down to the dirty carpeted floor, April could see a spray of various stains that hadn't been washed out.
Surrounded by wall to wall stickers with all the designs bleeding over the others. There were a lot of NY's, ones for bands and cartoony women with stars over their tits. Despite the haphazard thoughtlessness, there was still something oddly appealing about it, as it kind of came together like a collage. There was one thing for certain however, is that she didn't want to touch the filth or the grime even with her slightly covered shoulders. April folded her arms and held her sides, making herself as narrow as she could, yet it didn't stop her from feeling queasy.
'Just be cool, April. You've been through worse.'
She braced herself at the precipice, peering out of the darkness, her thumbs and fingers meeting in the middle, pressing together nervously again and again as she sized them up through the double wide entranceway.
They were all a certain type of guy, with mixed and matched features.
Denim. Vests. Grey haired. Mutton chops. Barrel chested. Paunches. Bald.
Some were middle aged guys, but a lot of them were old enough to be her father, with a few just a couple years off from being her grandfather.
And so, so many tattoos...
Clouds of smoke drifted through the air, before wafting up and fogging over the ceiling. Stained glass pendant lamps skewed out the even and warm lighting across the woodgrain floors. The art and decor got louder with products and things she recognized with clearer intentions of their placement - black eagle wings and a Miller Lite sign - that being out of reach of a bunch of big drunken galoots, but a lot of it to her just seemed like clutter and history...
Sort of similar to...
It seemed like the wall behind the small strip of a bartop had every kind of alcohol brand one could desire, but the men only seemed interested in domestic. Raucous and rowdy, a few red bar stools had been tipped over, but what seemed to be the more senior members - both in age and importance - were quietly drinking and smoking to themselves off to the side. Bald with the faces of worn out catchers mitt and ears that looked like they could help them achieve flight. Meanwhile the forty-somethings were stomping around; making a show of the gang's night out, throwing out suds from their golden swill, hanging off one anothers shoulders or finding reasons to push eachother out of the way.
A crack of pool balls was her signal to try and blend in. She cinched and secured the black purse string over her shoulder before beginning her stride from out of the shadows, trying her best to seem like she didn't care while doing what she could to keep her vision locked forward, even as she wished she had eyes on the back of her head, but each stiff click of her heels was practically an invite for them to gawk at the pretty young thing that had wandered in. It felt like there was a record scratch, despite the song still playing for her entrance, a jaunty honky tonk song that really wasn't her style.
She wore a burgundy mini dress, the bodycon style practically grafting it to her skin, her long legs and nearly her whole arms visible. Her forehead and sides of her head were covered in smooth and silky hair, while the back was intentionally frazzled and frayed, like a perm that got out of control, with little stems of it jutting out like an overgrown bush. April thought it made her look older and gave her a more commanding presence.
Reaching her destination, April turned and looked onto the gaggle of men with a knowing smirk before she proceeded to bend over in front of the jukebox, hands pressed against the glass, acting like she had never seen one of these before in her life. Bending over like that caused her dress to flounce up over her lower back. The slinky little dark garment snuggled up tight on her netherlips and rode high between her cheeks. With subtle sway of her hips, she reached around, attempting to adjust it down, only to 'accidentally' reveal everything by lightly lifting it up before dipping it down with a stronger grip, but it was just right back where it had been before as the stretchy material bounced up.
What should've been a call for suspicion with a woman as frail and pretty looking as April O'Neil in their dive bar presenting like a bitch in heat, but they had seen her type before -- except, they usually spent a couple hours with a tear in their beer complaining about their wimpy husband while wondering outloud about where the 'real men were'.
Finally finding her needle in the haystack amongst all the 70's rock, country and bluegrass, she punched in the corresponding letter and number, the off white buttons sticky and resistive.
The jukebox racked in the next song in line, which was her choice; the mechanical whirr of the vinyl adjustment giving her some time to mentally prepare for what was coming. In her old life, this was something she would've never done in a million years. April's vision briefly swept by a discolored dart board and a framed black & white photo of desert scrubs plus cacti as she straightened back up again.
Then the hiss.
A piano key slide.
A grinding guitar that wonked.
She let herself get a little more loose, her hands painting a picture over her body, sliding every which way.
Oh, baby (oh baby)
I'm beginnin' to feel my temperature rise
Her hands fell over her face, framing it for a moment before they went back to her hips. She dipped with a slight tug on the hem of the dress, bouncing the extremely light material of the almost silk looking dress. Hands on her hips, she bounced to the rhythm of the music, but through the routine of thrown arms and hazy moves, April was completely stonefaced -- the most emotion she showed was a slight sneer, or her eyelids remaining shut for longer than usual.
Did she want them?
Maybe.
Did she absolutely loathe them?
Maybe.
Guess they were gonna have to find out...
April started to tease them with pinches of her dress, raising the hem before she released it, the thin material swooping back down with ease. She was expecting catcalls and cheering, but they managed to be more secretive than she was, twisting the beards off their faces and exchanging looks, but their hungry eyes hadn't left her since she started.
April was gonna have to leave them with no ambiguity to what she wanted
She was gonna show them the goods.
At the apex of the song, she slipped her fingers into her pantyline. Her knees joined together, legs straight, her head bowed. April brought them down in a slow and deliberate manner, the thin material now on the floor.
Ooooh, love is a fire
And it's raging out of control
Her feet crossed eachother as she stepped out of them, drawing a small square with her steps as she twirled it around her finger. That's when all pretense from the bikers was dropped, whistles and howls following. Even the guys that acted like they were 'too cool' for chicks now had their heads on a swivel. The interest of the men escalated quickly, leaning their heads or standing on the tips of their toes in their boots, all in an effort to catch snatches of her slit. The slow rolling pool game that was more about beers and braggadocio came to a full stop, the 'gentlemen' planting their cues beside where they stood, each of them significantly taller than the upright sticks.
She had broadcasted her message loud and clear, and them boys were picking up her frequency. Pivoting on her knee, she moved in a way that caused the draping loose material to flap. April swayed her pale white thighs, showing off just how loose and lewd she was without a pair of panties or even a thong. Doing a spin, the bikers were stirred at her pancake assed gyrations, her twat shaved as smooth as Abby's. Despite not having danced for fun in years, once she got going, her movements were like fluid. Throwing her hands open, her elbows out, a whip of hair slid across her moistened mouth.
Quick aggressive clomping, but April was too heady from the attention to notice before he practically snuck up on her. The meat hook that clasped around her arm reminded April of the pipe cleaner art projects she made as a kid, because his bear claw could've bent her any which way and turned her into a pretzel.
She was a twig.
A stick.
She was led a few feet, and as she look at the sea of green, she was sure she wasn't being offered a chance to play for her freedom. Hands on her hips, April hovered upwards, almost feeling like she achieved flight before she was placed delicately. April wanted to at least pretend to protest the move, but only an excited and quiet squeak left her. "Eee"
Now sat, she finally got a look at him. With skin like a beet red tomato, he had a scraggly beard with big dark sunglasses over a blue bandana. He wasn't a looker by any means, but she still scooched back voluntarily. April wondered if the thing would even hold as he crawled on top of her.
His fingerless glove covered burly hand pressed down onto her cunt, his palm rubbing up against her mound. His burly fingers then attacked her snatch, slipping up and down the smoothness, before plunging into her lips which flowed like an overflowing honeypot. "Aah..." Her neck rolled as a quiet moan left her. That rugged thumb of his, which was almost as big as some of the Purple Dragon's dicks, pressed onto her clit.
He then readjusted his position, lining his hips with hers, and then she felt him slap his prick across her pussy, resulting in meaty wet whaps. Knowing just how big he was had her feet flying into the air, legs spread, anticipating his entry.
He penetrated her with a sudden jab, then settled for moment before resuming, driving into her with rough yet slow pumps, before eventually speeding up and slamming down into her. "Oh ho ho ho~..." She growled through her teeth with a sultry quality, letting him know she was enjoying this and what exactly what she admired about him, her fingers tracing tantalizingly along his detailed sleeves made more apparent by his mountainous biceps.
His breathing got heavier and more obvious. "Ehr... euuurgh..." It seemed like he was slowing down, ready to pull out, but April made it clear what she wanted, wrapping her legs around him.
He unleashed into her with an ugly snarl, his bulbous nose flaring while load after load was pumped into her. April stuck her chin up with her eyes shut as he stabbed as deeply as he could into her cervix, his head throbbing and engorging against her insides.
The man lingered inside her for a moment before retrieving himself. Buttoning up his jeans and zipping them up, their eyes didn't even meet, but she was in her own world, writhing at the feeling of sudden fullness, her hand crossing over and rubbing the lower half of her belly. She could've taken a nap right there after a job well done.
Yet April wasn't about to call it quits that night.
Slowly rising, she propped herself up into a crabwalk position, facing the crowd. Held on her palms, her dress acting as a curtain over her bare crotch, which she then eschewed to the side, showing off her glistening slit. She clenched her body, forcing out his deposit into a loogie like wad. Reaching down one handed, her fingers squished as April began flicking her sex. Splaying her light pink pussy out, she began pulling out sticky strands that broke off between her thighs, before she began stabbing the seed back into herself.
With her digits fumbling through her folds, her neck started rolling against her shoulder, exposing more of her soft and supple neck and she practically had to stop herself before she got focused on fingering herself into orgasm. "Alright boys... whose next?" She asked them with a boldly smug quality, eyes half lidded, nose down.
"Not on my table, guys." Sully's protests were ignored, as they were lined up and ready for it
They played with her, appreciating her form through the dress, before a man reached out and ripped the cleavage of her cheap synthetic dress apart, causing her perky tits to fly out in a ripple of ample flesh in her mind's eye, she imagined the record scratching, but it just kept on going. Then several hands rushed in, slapping them around and groping them; fingerprints driving down on her erect nipples. A sundried octogenarian man's head then dipped down, sinking his teeth into her soft flesh and left visible teeth marks on her alabaster tits. 'Ugh' She thought. 'Even the ugly old fucks wanted a piece of her...' April had hope that they probably couldn't get hard, so they just pawed at her, thankfully, while pulling at their puds as they stroked her body and tits.
April was fucked repeatedly in nearly the exact same way by what felt like half a dozen guys. The felt was nice against her skin -- especially compared to the usual surfaces she was fucked on. Every penis served as a dam, because otherwise, it flooded out of her and onto the felt. Only a couple of them tried to clean her up with a tissue, but then they just gave up and fucked her, leaving another mess in their wake. Some of the other guys did finish on the outside, spitting their batter on her thin and flat stomach which she thought was much worse as it drizzled down both sides after filling her navel which was smaller than a thimble.
After nearly a dozen guys had creampied her, April had entered the doldrums of the gangbang, barely able to keep her neck up to watch. 'Oh god... another one?' Was always her initial thought when the biker next in line crawled on top of her, but as soon as she felt it penetrate her, she was soon thinking 'Oh god! Another one!'
Wrinkled sacks slithered across her face like slugs, which made her wonder if those little Utrom guys were similar, before some of those sweaty balls dipped into her mouth.
Then a veiny slab of meat landed across her eyes, and she couldn't help but put on a broad smile, because she was just about to ask for one, her pink tongue hitting the corners of her crimson painted lips in anticipation, luridly tonguing it to get a taste, before she engulfed it, warmly shlorping it until it shot down her throat. Her free fists began twisting on any shaft she could get her hands on, as her neck bobbed in fervent waves.
At least half of them had a golden band on their finger, not that she was taking notes, so she tried to take their interest as a compliment -- but what biker was married to a supermodel?
She was at least a step up compared to those toothless whores!
Only a couple of them had swinging elephant trunks between their legs, but honestly, she didn't care about the size, happy to feel their two to three inches if they were enthused about it.
But a couple of them refused to wait. Hooking her by her ankles, they pried her apart with ease, completely upending her as they put both of her holes on display with her now on her knees. Split down the middle, they slapped her ass, squishing and pinching the fat, before a guy took a kneeling position behind her while the other laid underneath, the guy beneath easily slipping into her loose lips, but he gave his buddy a hand, keeping her cheeks spread apart as the guy behind her was aggressive as he vaulted his pole into her asshole without prepping her or even giving her a warning. Aprils nails dragged along the green, leaving visible scratch marks. Her teeth ground together, but before she could whine out in pain, her mouth was stuffed with sausage.
Six hands. Two on her back keeping her in place as she was shunted. Two wrapped around her hips, rocking her. Two grasped around her head, helping glide his member back and forth over her tongue. Being forced to deep throat a rather stinky cock at least kept her mind off the pain. Only some of the Dragons had an anal fixation, with others treating it like a consolation prize, so it was still surprisingly tight and a struggle to get into, and in her personal time, she definitely wasn't going to 'train' that hole.
"-FWAAAH!" April shot off for air, her eyes now a bit wetter, but she was forced into a struggle that she quickly lost, as he forced it back into her mouth. "GRGL-HRK-" Drool quickly ran down the sides of her face, his length fully slick with spit as he dragged it over her tongue and nearly out of her mouth.
"Suck my cock you stupid fucking bitch." He grunted out.
Burying the cock deep in her throat just like he asked, her throat visibly strained around it.
Then just as it made it's home there, it was as quickly dislodged, before a lumpy smattering caught her off guard, her nose crinkling as he hit her with pinpoint accuracy with his spray, becoming a creamy half mask. The hot load running through her lashes and off her eyelid, the only relief being that gradual descent down the side of her cheek. He flapped his now runny dick against her lip, sending flecks all over her pale face, making sure it was as clean as it could get before stuffing it back down into his pants.
When it couldn't get any better, the monkey on her back bust his nut into her guts with an elongated groan in her ear, which she clenched around at the sudden rush of hot sperm, trying to force it and him out of her anus, but that reflex only made it hurt worse, as he hung around for longer than he should've, and then the guy below creampied her, filling her to the brim again.
They ran through April, taking turns with her every hole. Her experience allowed her to keep her knees apart or her legs aimed up in a near constant vertical angle for quite awhile, but even they were starting to feel like spaghetti, and it wasn't from the orgasms. She also felt incredibly raw down there, but a whiff of her happy dust kept her going. If they didn't have the energy to climb up with her, they blew a nasty load over her face, and if they forced it into her mouth, she saved it in her cheek before dispensing it like mouthwash after a salty rinse, as April at that point couldn't stomach anymore.
By the end of it, she was a total mess. April was currently trying to take a quick micronap before some big ape groped at her again. She couldn't BELIEVE she wasn't done.
April was thinking of ways she could compromise with the man, but then she recognized the face.
"Jay-sus... you're really somethin'..." The first guy that was bold enough to lay his hands on her had gotten back in line again, like a kid who couldn't wait to get back on his favorite thrill ride, and as she looked into his eyes with a dazed, dreamlike quality. Despite everything she had just gone through, it was like he wanted to kiss her-
*KLSHINK* *THUD*
A girlish gasp left her, and it wasn't because of the girth inhabiting her nethers before it was unceremoniously ripped from her.
Two silver and dented garbage cans had been hurled through the glass facade, and in they poured, glass crunching as the Purple Dragons jumped in or stepped over. The leather and denim clad riders backed off from her, shriveling up in two ways, but they couldn't turn their backs, with Purple Dragons also swarming in from the front entrance. Armed with chains, bats and other deadly implements.
"COME ON MOTHERFUCKER!" Despite their well earned bravado, the one thing seemingly keeping the bikers from being picked off at the moment was that they had formed a phalanx. Lines were drawn with both daring the other, and the senior members really showed their age, cowering behind the slightly younger ones who were built like redwoods, but they still yapped like chihuahuas.
The arguing came at her like a dull throb, her body and mind still in a delirious fog from the rigorous fucking, but April still felt like she had to make herself scarce, and it was like as soon as she landed on her wobbly legs that all hell broke loose. Battle lines were now crossed as a full on melee broke out. Sticks broke. Chains were wrestled from their owners hands. Ineffective punches flew, crunching like a paperbag on impact. Thousands of hours of trained martial artist kicks resulted in bruises and broken bones -- but not to the people they were delivered to.
She thought the bikers might've had a chance when she saw that, but then she lazily turned to the busted open window after feeling a draft run through her legs, only to see a teeming mass of young punks and there was nary a one she hadn't personally broken in, each of them armed. They had home field advantage, as the only way out for the bikers were their choppers, and there was just no way to get to them, and all of them had been trashed.
April kept rubbernecking, drawn to it. There was constant yelling and swearing. It seemed like every second a stein or bottle was smashed. The few tables were capsized and anything not nailed down was ripped from the walls. Marching through the chaos unabated, no man was interested in hurting her or even looking her way, serving as more of an obstacle to the bar room brawl.
April stood as a witness to the whole thing while looking completely out of place, jeering at those biker slobs but cheering for her Purple Dragon boys. "Get'em! Kill the fuckin' bastard!" There was a fire in her eyes and a venom in her voice unseen from her in her old life, or even when she started acting as a familiar to the gang. She gave orders with sharp points, and in the heat of the moment, she was sure they were listening to her, but even the most lucid Purple Dragon was just fighting to control the situation like a forest ablaze, stomping down the faces of opponents on the ground that still had a chance of getting up, or picking up their own guys from suffering the same fate.
April remembered when a customer brought in some old African ivory, and she was so vehemently against selling them that she practically kicked them out of the store. Now? She was seeing elephant sized men being brought down by vicious jackals.
A giant succumbed to his injuries, falling flat on his face, with several pocket knives and switch blades sticking straight up out of his 'hide', the blue soaked with splotches of red, his bandana and shades long gone.
April saw true brotherhood in the carnage, as even the most callous dirtbags she had met were now carrying out the injured, with some recklessly charging men twice their size to make sure the other Dragons got out of the fray.
Of course, there were scavengers less interested in a fight.
The till was the first thing ripped off, along with Sully himself. They then kicked their way into anything coin operated for a meager collection of quarters before looting booze off the shelf and even a few of the knick knacks on the wall. Some of them didn't even make it out of the bar with their goods, deciding they hated the taste of peach schnapps and dumped it on the floor or whipped it against the wall with extreme prejudice.
They were still teens afterall.
One of the more intrepid youths, Garth, dumped the door knobs from his pillowcase and filled his sack with goodies before slumping it over his shoulder like it were Halloween.
April let out a quick shriek as she stumbled over a biker's body she hadn't seen, but then her vision stretched out to see bodies strewn everywhere.
By the end of it, the bodycount was clearly in their favor, with maybe only two unaccounted for who managed to slink away like the cowards they were.
April stared apologetically into the now drained, pale face of one.
A boy named Brett, she was sure.
Some of those boys...
She...
She didn't want to dwell on it.
They did great.
All of them.
Two dragons gave her a helping hand through the now open window, the two boys extra careful when they set her down again, treating her dainty and ladylike. When they let go, April couldn't help but throw her wrists in the air with a slight bend of her knees, elbows and palms facing out, expecting cheers like she were a guest star in a sitcom -- and they reciprocated with slow claps & woops, even if they were tuckered out from the scrum.
With everybody clear, molotovs were then lobbed, and after a few failed to ignite, one finally stoked the flames.
April watched as the place went up in smoke, and as the orange licked across her face in a crowd of many, she truly felt like she was apart of the Dragons. A newfound trickle ran down her thighs that was stirred by the excitement of the rising inferno that she felt personally responsible for.
It felt like she had enough energy now to fuck that entire assembly of Dragons.