Gallus stirred, the warm rays of the morning sun peeking through a gap in the curtains and tickling his beak. A cool breeze washed over his back, making the gryphon reflexively snuggle into the warm fur and feathers in front of him. While he didn't like to admit it, Gallus really did enjoy time spent cuddled up with Silverstream. It was about as far from the cold streets of Griffonstone as he could get.
He was the big spoon this time. Somewhat unusual given Silverstream's bigger frame and her desire to "cuddle Gallus like a teddy bear". Still, it was a nice change. Especially the way Silverstream's thick tail curled tightly around one of his hindlegs like a warm, fuzzy snake.
It took a couple of seconds to realise that something might be wrong with that last thought. Gallus cracked an eye open. Pink and blue feathers. Gallus shrugged internally, closing his eye again and snuggled back against his partner. The warm fluffy mass he was holding onto murmured appreciatively and pressed back into Gallus' embrace. Yes, the young gryphon decided, this was a good way to start the day.
Wait a minute, Silverstream's crest isn't pink. Gallus thought. That's not Silverstream!
Blearily, Gallus opened his eyes and looked down at who he was curled up against. He had his arms wrapped around an almost ghostly grey-blue gryphon with a colourful pink crest of feathers running across the top and back of its' head. From the broad hips and subtle swell of the rump pressing against him, Gallus could tell she was definitely a gryphoness. A similarly pink tuft of fur at the tip of the leonine tail currently wrapped around one of Gallus' legs completed the view.
Luckily for him, Gallus started to remember the events of the previous night before his brain could jump straight into blind panic.
"Ocellus?" he breathed.
"Aww, you look so cute like that!" a voice altogether too chipper and bubbly for a lazy summer Saturday morning rang out across the room.
Gallus looked over to see Silverstream next to the desk beyond the foot of the bed, beaming back at him.
"Good morning, Silver." Gallus kept his volume at a reasonable level for the time of day.
Silverstream bobbed her head happily, but Gallus noticed another pair of eyes boring into him. Edith, Silverstream's pet cockatrice was currently perched on the desk, her tail draped out of the open window.
Gallus rolled his eyes. "Good morning, Edith," he said, with much less enthusiasm.
Either not picking up on his tone or not caring, Edith seemed mollified with Gallus' acknowledgement, making an oddly pleasant noise, which contrasted sharply with the open beak filled with hundreds of needle sharp teeth and long forked tongue. Morning greeting done with, Edith went straight back to pecking at the food bowl Silverstream had put out for her. Gallus reflexively ran his tongue around the smooth edges of the inside of his beak, shuddering at the idea of teeth suddenly sprouting there. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be entirely comfortable around that cockatrice, but he trusted Silverstream.
The noise had disturbed Ocellus, the gryphoness shifting against Gallus as she woke.
"Morning," she groaned, before stretching as much as she was able and giving a tremendous yawn. As she finished, her beak snapped shut with an audible click. Startled, her eyes almost crossed looking down at her beak. Ocellus gave a shrill startled cry and buried her face in a pillow.
Silverstream bounded over in a flash.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"It's embarrassing, being like this," Ocellus replied, slightly muffled.
"What? Being a Gryphon?" Gallus asked, "that's a bit harsh, don't you think?"
Silverstream shot Gallus a look.
"No, it's not that," Ocellus explained, pulling her face out of the pillow, "it's transforming in my sleep. It's a reflex, back from... before. "
"No need to be ashamed!" Silverstream exclaimed, "I think it's really cute!"
"I changed back to normal in the middle of the night, because keeping a disguise of a specific individual is hard to keep up for long," Ocellus explained. "But when a Changeling sleeps with another kind of creature we often subconsciously take their form to blend in, even when we know we don't need to."
"I'm sorry," Gallus apologised. "That's pretty cool actually. Honestly, I think this form's pretty neat."
Ocellus giggled. "I can tell!"
"How come?" Silverstream asked, looking down at Gallus with a predatory expression.
"Huh? I don't get it." Gallus muttered.
Still giggling to herself, Ocellus rolled her hips back against Gallus.
"Oh," Gallus breathed, suddenly aware of soft fur grinding against his rock hard cock. He quickly pulled himself away from the gryphoness, curling in on himself and pressing his hindlegs together to cover himself. Of course, he knew he was kidding himself to hope that Silverstream hadn't noticed.
The hippogryph grinned. "Well, on the topic of reflexes..."
Ocellus rolled over to face Gallus, smiling. "Shy all of a sudden?"
"It's not exactly polite. Especially since you're not Silverstream."
The hippogryph in question looked at Gallus with half-lidded eyes. "Well, given what we got up to last night I'm sure Ocellus is an exception this morning."
"That makes sense," Ocellus agreed, while rolling over to stand on the bed and stretch like a cat. "It's only natural given the circumstances."
Silverstream edged around the room to take away Edith's now empty food bowl and fussed the cockatrice with her claws for a few seconds before Edith hopped back out of the window. The hippogryph still managed to catch Gallus ogling the lithe gryphoness next to him and couldn't help but smirk.
"Say, Ocellus?" Silverstream asked as she closed the window, "would you fancy lending a talon to help relieve Gallus of his embarrassment?"
Ocellus held Silverstream's questioning gaze for a moment, her current avian face giving much less away than her usual changeling self. The gryphoness turned her attention to Gallus, who was starting to squirm a little. Ocellus' features softened and a mischievous sparkle entered her eyes.
"Sure, it sounds fun," the gryphoness replied.
"Great!" Silverstream exclaimed whilst clapping her claws together, "this'll be fun!"
Silverstream practically flowed over to the bed where Gallus was still lounging. The bigger hippogryph had little difficulty manoeuvring Gallus so she was spooning him from behind much like when they'd gone to sleep the previous evening. The griffon practically melted back against Silverstream as she wrapped her legs around him and moved to nuzzle her cheek and beak against Gallus'.
"How about we start off nice and gentle?" Silverstream whispered as she slowly slipped one set of claws down through the cream plumage of his breast, tweaking the occasional feather as she went.
Gallus murmured in agreement, eagerly returning Silverstream's affectionate nuzzles, unable to hold back a shiver as the hippogryph's claws transitioned from feathers to fur as they traced down across his belly. Ocellus lay close but not quite touching, content to watch things unfold for the time being, her body perfectly still save for the occasional sweep of her long tail.
Silverstream reached Gallus' hindlegs, still squeezed together and gently wormed her claws between them, searching for her prize. She felt the gryphon tense against her and gasp as her claws brushed the tip of his cock. Just a little more and Silverstream had her digits carefully wrapped around his shaft and gave one languid stroke from the tip all the way down to the knot and back again, making Gallus give a pleasured chirp. Silverstream revelled in the heat radiating off the throbbing organ and the way it was almost a contradiction, simultaneously being pliable but also rock solid.
Ocellus was now hungrily watching the point where Silverstream's limb disappeared between Gallus' legs.
"I don't think we should keep all the fun to ourselves now, should be?" Silverstream breathed into Gallus' ear while using her arm to gently pry the gryphon's legs apart, exposing his pink cock which contrasted sharply with the cream fur on his stomach. Gallus felt the scales of Silverstream's digits return to stroking his member, while simultaneously he noticed the hippogryph shifting behind him and sliding her free forelimb down between her own legs, moments later subtly grinding her hips to his as she started to pleasure herself as well.
Silverstream gave Gallus' shaft a firm squeeze from the base all the way to the tip in one steady motion, making Gallus groan. Silverstream's eyes lit up at the bead of pre that welled up from Gallus' cock, taking a single talon to collect it and smear the fluid over the head of Gallus' dick.
Ocellus now started to move, Gallus gasping at the dual sensations of Silverstream working his cock and nuzzling into his neck and Ocellus' gryphoness form rubbing sensuously up against him, the soft feathers and silky fur sliding across his own. She leaned in and started to nuzzle and rub beaks with Gallus and Silverstream, earning soft murmurs of contentment from them both. Ocellus moved her hindlegs to straddle one of Gallus', pinning it in place with her thighs and gently started to hump against it, all the while nuzzling at everything in reach. She ran her talons across both Gallus' and Silverstream's bodies, making Silverstream softly chirp as one set of talons found a wing and brushed across the sensitive flesh and tweaked the flight feathers behind.
Gallus responded in kind, talons roving and exploring the gryphoness rubbing up against him, feeling up a folded wing before brushing along her furred back and clutched at her hindquarters. He felt a layer of soft fat give way to bands of iron muscle beneath that flowed and shifted as Ocellus rocked herself against Gallus' knee. The gryphon felt his excitement growing rapidly almost in spite of Silverstream's still measured strokes of his cock, but being pinned between Silverstream and Ocellus, feeling the latter's grinding against him becoming consistently hotter and wetter, drove him inexorably closer to release.
"He makes the cutest noises when he's really excited," Silverstream purred as she continued her ministrations, still rubbing herself with her free forelimb. Ocellus hummed in agreement, briefly nuzzling into Silverstream's neck before pulling away.
"I've got an idea," the gryphoness said, before almost reluctantly peeling herself away from Gallus and working her way down his body, rubbing with her talons and nipping gently with her beak as she went, drawing shallow gasps and pants from Gallus. Before long she'd reached her goal, her face just inches from the gryphon's throbbing cock, Silverstream's claws still working it at a leisurely pace with the occasional gentle squeeze to the engorged knot at the base. Ocellus smiled mischievously, locking eyes with Gallus for a moment before leaning in. The gryphoness opened her beak wide and tongue outstretched, slowly closing the gap between her and the tip of Gallus' erection. At the last moment, she turned her head aside and darted to a blue hindleg instead, zeroing in on the damp patch of fur and giving it a slow, luxurious lick.
Gallus leaned his head back and groaned.
"Aww, she's such a tease, isn't she?" Silverstream said, burying her face into the plumage on Gallus' neck, before putting her beak to Gallus' ear and whispering. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get the chance to do the same to her before long." Gallus could only give a breathless moan in response.
While this was going on, Ocellus had moved her attentions up the blue thigh in front of her. The gryphoness made a mixture of gentle nips with her beak, licks with her tongue and rubbing with the flat surfaces of her beak as she made her way to her ultimate prize, one set of talons pressed against Gallus' stomach and the other gripping a leg to hold him in place. She had to maneuverer carefully around Silverstream's still occupied limb, first bringing herself to nuzzle and lick at Gallus' balls snugly ensconced in their fuzzy blue sack. Gallus twitched as Ocellus bought each delicate orb into her beak in turn and applied the gentlest of pressure.
"Please," Gallus gasped, "I'm so close!"
Ocellus relented, positioning herself in front of Gallus' twitching erection.
"All right, I think it's time to finish him off," Ocellus said, before she leaned in and carefully took the tip of Gallus' cock into her mouth. Without any fanfare she opened her beak as wide as possible and plunged down as far as she could. Gallus felt Ocellus' throat wrap around the head of his penis, pulsing with steady swallowing motions. He could feel vibrations run up his shaft from both Ocellus' moans and the subtle whistling of her breathing as her windpipe was being distorted by Gallus' dick in her throat. Gallus tried to instinctively buck his hips but a firm set of talons on his thigh held him in place.
Silverstream moved her claws down from where she'd still been working the base of Gallus' shaft to his bulbous knot. She could feel the organ throbbing desperately with need under her digits. Ocellus moved her talons from Gallus' stomach to squeeze and stroke what remained of Gallus' cock outside of her mouth. It probably looked ungainly but Gallus' couldn't care less, it felt amazing. Silverstream gave a firm squeeze on Gallus' knot and that was all it took to send him rushing frantically towards the edge.
"All right, Gallus," Silverstream breathed in his ear, "cum for us."
Ocellus redoubled her efforts, getting as much of the throbbing cock into her throat as she could. She saw Gallus' balls draw close to his body and hummed in satisfaction around the shaft filling her beak. Gallus cried out as the dam burst, going rigid. His throbbing member unloaded burst after burst into Ocellus' welcoming throat, still massaging his dick even as it swallowed his cum.
"That's it!" Cooed Silverstream, still gripping and massaging Gallus' knot even as his cock throbbed and spurted into Ocellus' mouth. "Give her everything!"
After a few moments, Ocellus pulled back, stroking him all the while so the last couple of ropes of seed coated the inside of her mouth and giving her a taste. Ocellus repositioned so she was face to face with Gallus, opening her beak to show him the pearly essence in her maw before closing her beak and making an exaggerated swallow before revealing her empty mouth.
"Oh wow, that was hot." Gallus gasped, temporarily spent.
"Hmm, that was fun," Silverstream agreed. "But now I'm all worked up."
Silverstream snuggled her head into the fluffy plumage of Gallus' neck. "That was much more exciting than a simple clawjob, wasn't it?"
Gallus was still pretty much unresponsive, basking in afterglow. "Uh-huh."
Ocellus looked Silverstream in the eye and spoke up. "I could help you out if you'd like?"
Silverstream grinned. "I'd like that."
Gallus felt Silverstream shift, carefully unwrapping herself from where she'd been tightly curled against the gryphon's back. She didn't move far, Gallus could still feel some of her warm coat brushing against his own. Ocellus draped herself over Gallus' torso, pinning his wings to his sides as she reached over to Silverstream. Offering silent thanks to his avian traits, Gallus turned his head to look behind himself to watch Ocellus and Silverstream nuzzle and rub beaks.
The pair really started getting into it, nuzzling each other wherever they could reach. Before, it was a restrained, almost tender affair but now it was much more aggressive, almost primal. Silverstream had rolled onto her back, wings splayed and was grabbing at Ocellus with both sets of claws, the gryphoness responding in kind.
After a frantic minute, Ocellus pulled back and climbed off of Gallus, who pulled himself out of the way so Ocellus could have better access to Silverstream. Instead of climbing on top of the hippogryph, Ocellus instead positioned herself between Silverstream's legs, gently pushing them apart. Ocellus took a moment to admire Silverstream splayed out beneath her, framed by her outspread wings with her crest dishevelled and her beak open, chest heaving as she panted for breath, staring back up at Ocellus with unbridled lust in her eyes.
Ocellus looked down, immediately noticing that Silverstream was positively drenched, the lips of her slit puffy and engorged. There were flashes of darker pink as her pussy winked, revealing Silverstream's clitoris and offering glimpses of the inside of her tunnel contrasting with the paler colour of her coat. Ocellus kept a set of claws on the inside of one of Silverstream's thighs and moved the other between her legs to fondle a breast. Silverstream shivered as Ocellus kneaded the soft mound, a claw rubbing over the nipple. The motions caused it to flush with blood and harden, becoming even more sensitive.
Gallus watched, a little envious. He'd always been fascinated by Silverstream's teats. They each sat on a small mound of soft breast that was extremely fun to play with. Female gryphons had six instead of Silverstream's two but they were much less prominent, often completely covered by the gryphoness' fur if they weren't nursing. Silverstream noticed Gallus staring and reached over with a claw to get his attention, beckoning him over and nuzzling him, moaning breathily into his ears and running her claws across his wings and shoulders. Gallus returned the gesture, running a talon through the feathers on Silverstream's wing slayed out closest to him.
Ocellus smiled at the affectionate display, before ducking between Silverstream's legs and rubbing the smooth, rounded edge of her beak against the hippogryph's slit, parting the folds and nudging just inside the hot, wet interior. Silverstream stiffened and gasped as her clitoris winked and got trapped grinding against the smooth keratin. The stimulation prompted a rush of juices to pour out of Silverstream's pussy, drenching Ocellus' cere and nares. The gryphoness huffed to clear them before taking in a long draught of Silverstream's excited musk. Not content with just the smell, Ocellus carefully worked her beak further into Silverstream's canal, slowly stretching her a little at a time before opening her beak and allowing her tongue to dart out and lap at the spasming walls, letting Silverstream's fluids to flow into her mouth and swallowing them down eagerly.
"Oh yeah!" Silverstream moaned. "That's it, right there!" Her pussy was rhythmically clenching on Ocellus' beak, trying to desperately milk it like a cock. Ocellus made slow motions as if she was nodding, grinding the largest part of her beak against the top of Silverstream's canal where it would constantly rub against her winking clitoris, sometimes pinning the engorged bulb in place, making the hippogryph squirm at the extra stimulation. Ocellus had to hold her firmly in place with both sets of talons; well aware that this kind of oral wasn't without its' risks with all of the edges on her beak. While not razor sharp, a sudden sharp jolt could still cause damage. Silverstream noticed this and realised that Ocellus wasn't able to find any relief herself.
"Hey, Gallus?" Silverstream managed to ask between pants. "Why don't you go see to Ocellus?"
"Uh, would that be OK with you, 'Cell?" Gallus asked.
Ocellus locked gazes with Gallus, her eyes burning with need. She managed to raise a digit in a classic "affirmative" gesture. That was all Gallus needed, crawling over to Ocellus. As he drew near, he trailed a talon along her flanks, tracing the lines of muscle crossing her thighs and hindquarters. At the touch Ocellus shifted her hindlegs, spreading into a wider stance and arching her back, presenting her rump higher into the air. Gallus finally got behind the sleek grey gryphoness and couldn't help but let out a low whistle.
Ocellus' thick tail was plastered to one side, giving Gallus a full view. Nestled in the valley of her hindquarters, the lips of Ocellus' pussy were swollen, a faint red flush visible through the surrounding fuzz as it thinned out. A thin strip of vibrant pink was visible in the center of Ocellus' slit, glistening with moisture in the morning light. While nowhere near as prodigious as Silverstream, the fur below Ocellus' pussy was matted by a thin stream of juices. Gallus took this all in, looking up past the swell of Ocellus' rump he could see her lithe body stretched out in front of him, then her beak buried in Silverstream's snatch, before tracing up the hippogryph's soft curves to lock eyes with Silverstream smiling back at him. The gryphon felt his erection start to stiffen again at the sight.
Gallus reached down with one set of talons and ran them over Ocellus' backside, kneading and groping at the soft flesh and hard muscle beneath, all the while working further between her legs. Ocellus let out a happy chirp into Silverstream's pussy, pushing herself back against Gallus' wandering digits. Gallus rocked back onto his haunches, pulling at Ocellus' rump with one set of talons, the moving skin tugging at Ocellus' entrance and revealing more of her tight channel. Taking his other set of talons, Gallus traced up and down the outer edges of Ocellus' labia, earning some shivers from the gryphoness. Moving down to the bottom of her slit, Gallus cupped her groin and started rubbing, trying to stimulate Ocellus' clit from outside of her body. Ocellus moaned, pushing back to hump against Gallus' digits.
The vibrations in turn sent shockwaves through Silverstream, who who cried out to the heavens. Ocellus could feel Silverstream start to tighten around her, getting closer to the edge. She found all of Silverstream's sensitive spots with her tongue, probing at the soft, constricting flesh and taking note whenever Silverstream reacted. Ocellus pulled out all of the stops to bring her friend to orgasm, moving one of her talons from Silverstream's thigh to her teats, fondling and squeezing them.
Gallus continued his ministrations on Ocellus, but looking at her pussy he couldn't help but want to get a taste for himself. Leaning in, he pressed the side of his beak to her slit at an angle, not quite penetrating but allowing him to lap at her. Ocellus' juices tasted sharper and smelled more muskier than Silverstream's, who was sweet in comparison. Gallus couldn't decide which he preferred as he continued to explore her with his tongue. He quickly found her clitoral hood and probed his tongue underneath to lash at it directly, not relenting with his grinding on her pubis. Ocellus jumped at the sudden contact and trilled in pleasure.
"Ocellus?" Silverstream's pitch was wavering now as she spoke. "Would you like Gallus to mount you?"
Gallus jerked his head up. "Huh?" While an unexpected turn of events, his member was now throbbing between his legs and Gallus couldn't say he wasn't interested in the idea.
"Yes!" Came the muffled reply from Ocellus, who didn't let up in her work on Silverstream. For emphasis, she rocked her hindquarters from side to side in front of Gallus, her tail still firmly planted to the side. Gallus didn't need any further encouragement, rearing up and planting his chest on her back. As with most gryphons and gryphoness', Ocellus was noticeably bigger than Gallus, so he couldn't hook his talons around the base of her wings, opting instead to hold on to her hips instead.
Gallus hunched his hips forwards, feeling his cock miss its' target and rub along the groove where one of Ocellus' legs met her body, both managing to spread some of Ocellus' juices through her fur and smearing his own pre into the soft fur of her underbelly. Gallus took one set of talons off of Ocellus' thigh and used it to reposition himself, bringing the pointed tip to her hot, slick entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock the length of her slit, feeling Ocellus try to push back against him. Gallus smirked, stopping her from impaling herself on his rod and instead continued to tease her with just the tip. Ocellus let out a muffled while and kept trying to hump backwards.
"I'm so close!" Silverstream exclaimed. "Come on Gallus, just fuck her already!"
Gallus couldn't ignore that plea and let himself start to sink into Ocellus' welcoming depths. Ocellus rocked back, pushing half of his length into her in one sudden motion. Gallus then made one smooth thrust and buried himself to the knot, pushing Ocellus forwards a little with the force of it. Ocellus let out a moan at the feeling of being stretched out by Gallus' hot, twitching member. Watching Gallus push into Ocellus and that small bump was all it took to send Silverstream spiralling over the edge.
The hippogryph clutched the bedsheets as if her life depended on it, arching her back and giving off a soft moaning whistle. Her tunnel clutched greedily at Ocellus' beak, gushing fluids all over the gryphoness' face in a veritable torrent. The powerful contractions matched the waves of pleasure Silverstream felt through her whole body, her hooves flexing and her wings trying to flap uncoordinated. Silverstream was barely aware of her surroundings as she rode her high. Ocellus had to clear her nares periodically but kept working her beak and tongue, coaxing Silverstream's orgasm to continue as long as possible.
After Silverstream had relaxed and slumped into the bed, Ocellus carefully extricated her beak from the confines of the hippogryph's snatch, making a show of licking around the edges of her beak to collect as much of Silverstream's essence as possible. The gryphoness didn't have much to say though, taking a few moments to get used to Gallus' weight on her back and the sensation of his cock deep inside her pussy. She could feel it throbbing with Gallus' excitement and more subtly she could feel the pulse of his racing heart. Ocellus gave an experimental squeeze, trying out her new pelvic muscles. While not fundamentally different to her natural form or others that she'd donned over her life, it was still a novel experience adjusting to each new form. Gallus groaned and bucked his hips, his swollen knot stopping him from slipping in any further.
Ocellus' tunnel wrapped around Gallus' rod like a glove, surrounding it with hot, wet warmth. He couldn't help himself from throbbing and squeezing precum into Ocellus' depths as he watched Silverstream climax in front of him. After giving Ocellus a few moments to adjust, feeling her actively squeezing against his member, Gallus pulled back, leaving just the tip nestled in Ocellus' welcoming warmth. Ocellus keened at the sudden feeling of being empty and in response Gallus hilted again in one stroke, Ocellus' tunnel providing more than enough lubrication to offer no resistance to Gallus' thrust. The gryphon craned his neck forwards to preen at the feathers between Ocellus' wings as he withdrew again, this time starting a steady rhythm of thrusts, pulling halfway out on each backstroke.
"Oh yeah, that feels really nice." Ocellus moaned, rolling her hips to meet Gallus' thrusts, trying to find the perfect angle for his tapered cock to hit all of her sensitive spots. She instinctively clenched around Gallus' phallus as it retreated, trying to keep it within her, before relaxing and allowing Gallus to seamlessly thrust deep inside again. Ocellus turned her head and reached back to Gallus, aggressively nuzzling him with her beak and soft cheek, giving off soft coos of delight. After Ocellus had broken off her assault, Gallus gripped her flanks tighter and increased the pace and force of his thrusts, filling the room with a wet slapping sound. Gallus could also see the skin on Ocellus' thighs ripple from each impact.
Ocellus' forelegs started to buckle and her head slumped onto the bed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her eyes staring into space. The gryphoness trilled and moaned at the rutting Gallus was delivering. Silverstream laid down in front of her and gently rubbed cheeks with her.
"Gallus, do you think you could hold her up?" Silverstream asked.
"Uh, I can try," the gryphon answered, his breathing starting to become laboured from his exertion.
Gallus hunched over Ocellus as much as he possibly could, wrapping his forelegs around her body just behind her wings and reaching his talons up to her feathered breast. He rocked back, pulling on Ocellus as hard as he could to bring her with him. Snapped from her reverie, Ocellus realised what he was trying to do and reared back herself, shuffling her hindlegs for support. With Ocellus almost seated in his lap, Gallus could only manage short, sharp thrusts. It didn't look like a position they could hold for long so Silverstream wasted no time. She helped hold Ocellus up with her claws, while moving her head down her body, tongue probing at the point where feathers met fur and dragging down. Silverstream briefly stopped to lick and nip at Ocellus' nipples before moving onto her real target.
Ocellus looked down, eyes widening as she realised what Silverstream was going to a second before her beak made contact with her nethers. Silverstream paused a moment to rub the smooth top of her beak across Ocellus' drooling slit, also rubbing against Gallus' pistoning shaft and bumping against his now prestigious knot. Silverstream found what she was after, opening her beak and ensnaring Ocellus' clit, careful to grasp it with only the slightest of pressure. With the pulsing bundle of nerves in place, Silverstream got to work rolling her tongue over the pulsing nub.
Ocellus felt her peak approaching fast from Gallus' and Silverstream's dual assault, each flick of a tongue against her clit or the subtle tugs of the beak as Gallus' thrusts rocked her body and stimulated her sensitive pussy sent waves of pleasure through her body. It felt like a spring was rapidly coiling in her gut, threatening to snap at any moment. Ocellus' breath came in short gasps. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, her mind entirely focused on the rising tide of pleasure surging through her core.
Gallus could feel Ocellus' velvet tunnel begin to spasm uncontrollably. He craned his neck to bring his beak to her ear and whispered huskily.
"It's all right, cum for us, we've got you."
That was the all it took to break the dam. Her pussy clenched tight around Gallus' cock, holding it in place while her body convulsed in pleasure. Waves rolled across her body, breaking against the iron hardness of Gallus' cock deep inside her and only amplifying the sensations. Ocellus gave a hoarse, undulating screech as she was overwhelmed. Her pussy drenched Silverstream's beak, giving the hippogryph a small taste of what Ocellus had been subject to earlier. Ocellus' knees buckled and true to their word Gallus and Silverstream caught her before she could topple. Silverstream withdrew, opting to help gently lower the quaking gryphoness gently to the bed. Ocellus' hindlegs managed to stay locked in position, allowing Gallus to remain inside her while she rode out the last of her mind shattering climax. Even without moving the rhythmic rolling contractions of Ocellus' pussy were sending lightning shooting through Gallus' cock and up his spine.
Gallus stayed still while Ocellus caught her breath and came down from her high, gently stroking her body with his talons in a comforting manner.
"All right," Ocellus said weakly after a minute, "you can keep going now."
Gallus almost let out a sigh of relief, not having to fight every instinct in his body by holding still a moment longer. He quickly resumed his previous pace. Gallus felt a familiar urgent pressure starting to well inside him, Ocellus' little display and powerful milking of his cock having driven him close to the edge.
"I'm close," Gallus breathed, "where do you want it?"
"I want all of it!" Ocellus moaned. "Knot me, please!"
"Are you sure?" Gallus grunted. "There's no going back."
"Yes, I want it," Ocellus pleaded. "Please!"
"Go on, Gallus," Silverstream urged, "give it to her. I want to watch."
Silverstream crouched low on the bed, able to peek between Ocellus' legs to see Gallus entering her.
"Alright, if you're sure," Gallus managed between pants.
Gallus started to lose his rhythm, before gripping on tight to Ocellus' hips with his talons and biting down on the nape of her neck, beginning to thrust savagely. Ocellus let out surprised squeaks at each thrust, Gallus managing to work his swollen knot a little further on each try. After a short eternity, something gave and Gallus hilted, coming to a sudden stop, his knot buried in the gryphoness' pussy. Gallus let go of Ocellus' neck and flared his wings, letting out a predatory shriek.
As his knot passed Ocellus' straining entrance, her channel had instinctively clamped down on it, Locking Gallus and Ocellus together. Gallus made tiny thrusts, as much as he could move as the almost unbearable pressure on his knot and the coaxing of Ocellus' snug pussy dragged him to an almost immediate orgasm.
Ocellus felt the knot force its' way into her and let out a keening cry at the sheer fullness she felt, the entrance of her pussy stretched wider than it ever had been with a strangely pleasurable ache and the tip of Gallus' cock poked at her eager, waiting cervix.
Silverstream could see Gallus' balls draw close to his body and his sheathe start to pulsate as he came. Gallus trembled as he held himself hunched over Ocellus, barely able to breathe as his muscles clenched over and over, sending great spurts of semen through his shaft and bursting into Ocellus' eagerly milking snatch, most of it being pulled straight into her womb. Lightning rolled across his body, from his groin to his wingtips and racing down to his flexing toes. The squeezing on his knot felt like it drew out his climax far longer than usual and when the pulsing finally died down Gallus all but collapsed onto Ocellus' back.
"Oh, wow," he breathed.
Acting on instinct, Ocellus settled down on the bed, allowing both gryphons to rest in a relaxed position, with Gallus draped comfortably over her.
"So, how was it?" Silverstream asked, examining the pair.
"Intense," was all Gallus managed.
"Hmm," Ocellus murmured in agreement. "It feels really good though."
"I like it too when there's time. It's basically enforced cuddle time!" Silverstream said, winking at Gallus.
Outwardly Gallus appeared flustered but Ocellus felt the throb of his cock inside her, giving away his real thoughts on the matter.
"If you roll onto your side you'll be able to stretch your legs," Gallus suggested. "We might be here a while."
Ocellus took the suggestion and after a couple of awkward attempts Gallus was now spooning her from behind, much as he had been when they'd first woken up. Ocellus decided though that the added intimacy of being tied together made the feeling much more intense, feeling his heartbeat both from his chest pressed against her back and also through the hot, occasionally pulsing shaft buried inside her. She also experienced brief shocks of pleasure from her own involuntary clenching around his shaft, her body trying to coax as much seed from him as possible.
Silverstream hopped off of the bed with a spring and a flap, landing and stretching out her back and legs with some audible pops.
"All right," She announced while grabbing a manebrush and trying to make her flowing crest look presentable again, "Sugarcube Corner should be open by now. How about I go get us some breakfast?"
"Yeah, that sounds great," Gallus said. "I'll pay you back later."
"No need!" Silverstream chirped happily, "my treat!"
After a brief discussion about what the pair of gryphons would like from Ponyville's premier bakery, Silverstream practically bounced out of the room, leaving them alone. Ocellus saw out of the corner of her eye Gallus watching her go with a soft smile on his face.
"You really care about her, don't you?" Ocellus asked.
"More than anything," Gallus replied instantly.
"You're lucky," Ocellus said, "I sense she feels the same about you."
Gallus made a pleased little noise in the back of his throat, then was quiet for a couple of minutes.
"This is going to make things weird, isn't it?" he asked, wiggling his hips slightly for emphasis, grinding his cock inside her.
"I don't know," Ocellus sighed. "It doesn't have to. But that's something best discussed when Silverstream gets back."
"Besides," She added, much more brightly, "we still have to go over the results of last night's experiment. That's why we all came together after all!"
Gallus chuckled, "Heh, I guess you're right. It's funny, that already feels like it was a year ago, not last night."
Ocellus giggled, before they fell into companiable silence for a bit. Gallus absentmindedly started preening Ocellus' pink crest feathers without consciously realising. Ocellus let him work, giving appreciative murmurs. After a few minutes Gallus noticed what he was doing and stopped suddenly, a frown crossing his features.
"Hey, Ocellus?" He asked. "If you want you can transform back into your normal form. It must be weird wearing another skin. Not to mention tiring."
Ocellus giggled, "Aww, that's sweet of you, but I'm fine."
"Huh?"
"You're right, sometimes turning into somecreature else takes a lot of energy. Like last night when I was impersonating Silverstream. But there are big differences in how my different forms work," Ocellus answered.
"How so?" Gallus asked, perplexed.
"Well, last night for example," Ocellus explained, "I was copying Silverstream exactly, which is one of the most intensive kinds of transformation a changeling can make and hold."
"But today, with this body," Ocellus gestured to herself with a talon, "it's all instinctive. I don't have to think about what it looks like, it just happens. After getting a load of gryphon DNA to process I made this on instinct and I could stay like this for months, even years if I had to."
"Gryphon DNA?" Gallus asked, confused, "where'd you get that from?"
Ocellus laughed in response, but also intentionally clenched down on Gallus' member and rocked her hindquarters subtly against him.
"Oh," Gallus breathed, his feathers starting to fluff up in embarrassment. "That's a neat trick."
"Yeah," Ocellus agreed, "my body must've absorbed your sperm last night and processed it while I was asleep which allowed me to subconsciously change into a gryphoness overnight by sleeping next to you."
Ocellus didn't hear any response to that, but the shiver running through Gallus' body and the intense throb and accompanying spurt deep inside her told Ocellus all she needed to know.
"I guess you think that's kinda hot, huh?"
"Well, that's one more fetish I didn't need to know I had," Gallus grumbled.
"Don't worry about it, it's perfectly natural," Ocellus assured him.
Another short silence passed.
"So, how much of a mess is this going to make when you deflate?" Ocellus asked.
Gallus barked out a laugh in response, "I think these sheets already need the heaviest wash we can give them! I wouldn't worry about it."
"On a serious note though," Gallus grumbled, "we probably should've grabbed a towel."
Ocellus' eyes widened, "That bad, huh?"
"For me and Silverstream, yeah. But I've never been with a gryphoness before so I don't know if it's different."
"Aw, that's cute!" Ocellus exclaimed, "So Silverstream was your first? That's adorable!"
"The whole world doesn't need to know it!" Gallus shushed her. "I don't go for all that mushy stuff."
"It's all right, I won't tell," Ocellus said, "hey, I've got a weird impulse to preen your wing, would you mind?"
Gallus rolled his eyes and groaned, but obliged her by stretching out a wing where Ocellus could reach and run her beak through his feathers.
The pair stayed that way for a while, relaxing in the warm sunshine streaming in through the windows and the greater warmth in each other.
Author's Note
Thanks to everyone who reads this! I know the story was marked as "Complete" but I had a flash of inspiration from a picture on Derpi one day and sat down to write this. Maybe there will be another chapter where they finish their little "Experiment", but who knows?
So yeah, fun fact, turns out Humans are the only animal that can't swallow and breathe at the same time because of the way our voicebox evolved. I'd guess ponies are similar given that they're mammals capable of speech. But because birds can already mimic speech I'd assume that the 'gryphs haven't got that same flaw. But on the flipside they have to be more aware of what they're doing to not accidentally cause injuries to their partner and don't have lips.
All birds can turn their heads around 200 or so degrees from facing directly ahead and hold it for at least a few seconds, so they can look over their opposite shoulder. I've only seen one bird (already looking behind herself) turn their head a full three-sixty in one go but it was a pretty freaky moment. Looking forwards they can almost turn their heads entirely upside down. I'm guessing while lovemaking gryphs would put that flexibility to good use.
If you noticed a pattern between claws and talons, it was intentional. In my head gryphons are part eagle and hippogryphs are part kite with their smaller feet relative to their body size. In falconry terms only eagles and falcons have talons. Buzzards, kites, hawks, owls and vultures all have claws. Although it must be noted this is probably a snobbery thing- physiologically they're identical.
Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bug (as well)
Silverstream was enjoying the lake outside the School of Friendship, revelling in the clear waters and waving to the resident fish as she swam by.
“Hi Silverscale!” she shouted, waving a fin enthusiastically. If the carp heard her, it gave no sign, placidly continuing its day.
“Hi Brightfin!” again, no reply. Silverstream didn't mind, she'd taken Professor Fluttershy's lessons to heart and knew if the fish ever wanted to be friendly, it would just take time. Potentially long enough for the fish to evolve into a new species with higher intelligence, but the thought still counts.
“Hi Ocellus!” this time the fish gave a start.
“H-How did you know it was me?” the fish exclaimed.
“Oh, that's easy,” the bubbly seapony replied, “I saw you hanging around while I was reading through my notes on the shore before I decided to go for a swim!”
“Was I really that obvious?” the strangely talkative fish looked oddly crestfallen.
“You're also a giant blue and pink fish,” Silverstream giggled. “There aren't too many of those in here!”
Ocellus groaned, bending so she could see her translucent pink tail and fins. “Oh, I need to work on that I guess,”
“Only if you want to be a super spy!” the excitable seapony exclaimed. “I think it's really cool as it is!”
“Really?”
“Yeah! You can just change into whatever form you need to be without any help. If I lost my shard now I'd be in real trouble!” Silverstream reflexively lifted a fin to make sure her necklace was still firmly affixed. “You should be really proud of your abilities!”
“Aww, thanks,” If it was possible for a fish to look sheepish, Ocellus certainly managed it at that particular moment.
“So, did you decide to come for a swim?” Silverstream asked. “The water's lovely!” of course, currently being a seapony meant that almost any water was lovely, but that escaped her notice.
“Well," Ocellus began nervously, “I'd hoped I'd be able to talk to you -”
Silverstream cocked her head to one side quizzically, “Why not earlier? I know you take your learning seriously but my notes weren't that important.”
"- In private.” Ocellus finally finished.
“You know water's more conductive than air though?” Silverstream asked, frowning. “Anycreature for miles could hear us. Everygriff knows if you want a conversation to be private you go into the open skies,”
“So we could be being eavesdropped on by somecreature miles away?” Ocellus asked, frowning.
Silverstream nodded her head enthusiastically in reply, “Uh-huh!”
“In the school pond in Ponyville?” Ocellus deadpanned.
The bubbly pink seapony opened her mouth to reply, then caught herself and closed it again. She knitted her brows and put a fin to her forehead, thinking hard.
“You're right!” Silverstream suddenly burst back into her usual carefree self. “We're the only two here who can stay underwater. Unless somecreature's snorkelling but we'd hear that!”
Ocellus rolled her eyes. Silverstream stopped for only a second before launching another barrage of questions.
“Ooh! What's so secret?” She babbled eagerly. “Did you find out about a surprise test? Is Equestria in danger again? Monster attack? Wait, that's probably the same thing" -
At each of her suggestions Ocellus simply shook her head.
- "The cafeteria is doing Taco Tuesdays but on a Friday? A secret changeling ritual?”
At the last one Ocellus froze.
“Um, not quite...” Ocellus was quiet, as if she was suddenly unsure of herself.
“Okay, what is it?” Silverstream was quizzical. “It must be important for you.”
“Well... you know how changelings can sense emotions in other creatures?” Ocellus started hesitantly.
“Yeah, it makes you super good at cheering creatures up when they're down, or diffusing conflict!” Silverstream bubbled.
“Thanks!” Ocellus brightened at the compliment. “But I also know how you feel about Gallus, and how he feels about you.”
“Yeah, but that's pretty obvious,” Silverstream was unusually careful now. “But we've been dating for a while, everycreature knows that, don't they?”
“Well, I know that more recently you've been, uh, how do I put this...” Ocellus struggled, trying to find the right words. “You know, making love.”
“I'VE BEEN USING POTIONS!” Silverstream suddenly blurted out, before clapping her fins over her mouth in shock and going wide eyed.
“What?” now it was Ocellus' turn to be confused.
It took a few moments for Silverstream to regain her composure, her cheeks now so flaming red that Ocellus swore the water would start to boil any second.
“I've been getting the potions from the pharmacy to prevent any, you know accidents,” Silverstream explained, “I thought you were about to launch into a super awkward lecture. I did pay attention in sex ed.”
Now it was Ocellus' turn to blush, “Oh, no I wasn't going to lecture you about it. I'm happy for you.”
“Thanks,” Silverstream rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “Um, we weren't planning on telling anycreature really.”
“Not that we don't trust you!” Silverstream very quickly added. “It's just, really personal.”
“I understand,” Ocellus said, feeling the anxiety starting to bubble up in the normally irrepressible seapony, “but the main reason I wanted to talk, it's a bit awkward. You know how changelings are emotivores?”
Silverstream nodded, “Yeah, you get sustenance from feelings and emotions.”
“Yeah, the most powerful one is love,” Ocellus explained. “Before we reformed, changelings would take the form of a loved one and steal another creature's love for them. But no matter how much we could collect it was never enough, it was just like having a hole inside where it just drains out as quickly as it comes in.”
Silverstream shuddered, “That sounds horrible.”
“It was, but when we reformed we discovered that if we share our love it doesn't drain away any more and we can keep each other fed with only a little normal food as well. The hunger's gone as well. Before, we'd be drawn to ponies in love with each other irresistibly, but now we can sense it's there but it doesn't have any effect,” Ocellus explained.
“But I noticed when you and Gallus, uh,” Ocellus stumbled around, blushing again.
“Had sex?” Silverstream ventured, trying to save her friend.
“Yeah, that,” Ocellus recovered. “What I felt coming off of the pair of you was intoxicating, I've never felt anything like it. I think it might be different than normal because we're friends, but I don't know how it works.”
“Have you tried asking King Thorax?” Silverstream offered.
“Yes, I've written to him about it,” Ocellus replied, “but he doesn't know what it is either. With so few changelings outside of the hive at the moment it's all new and unknown, even for Thorax. He did suggest one thing though.”
“Oh?” Silverstream simply raised an eyebrow.
“It's the reason I'd been putting off asking,” Ocellus fidgeted. “He suggested I experiment with it. Try and tap it from the source” She couldn't help but blush after saying that.
“So, are you suggesting what I think you are?” Silverstream asked.
Ocellus nodded, “For science.”
“For science,” Silverstream repeated, smirking. “Well, I'm sure we'll be able to come up with something.”
*****
Gallus was glad it was Friday afternoon. No more lectures and a whole weekend to relax and hang out with friends. He'd even already caught up on all the work he needed to do for the week. He was on his way to Silverstream's room. As much as the gryphon would admit to nocreature except her, every time he thought of the cheerful pink hippogryph he couldn't help but feel all warm and gooey on the inside. Admittedly the hippogryph had been acting a little strangely today but Gallus didn't mind. Silverstream would often get a crazy idea into her head and would just fly off to pursue it and forget about everything else and he could recognise one of those moods.
Gallus found it didn't do much good to try and chase her in these situations, she'd come and show him her accomplishments in due time. Admittedly the blue gryphon had been, in his own words, “a little apprehensive” when Silverstream first introduced him to her new “pet” cockatrice at the crystal treehouse (he genuinely thought Silverstream was about to get them both turned into statues), but for the most part her distractions were harmless.
Silverstream had been adamant about Gallus coming over this afternoon though so the young gryphon thought he'd be presented with Silverstream's latest project before she showed it off to the rest of their friends on the weekend. Gallus hadn't the faintest idea what she'd cooked up this time. Arriving at the dormitory wing, Gallus rapped on the door to Silverstream's room.
“Come in!”
“Hey Silverstream, what's up?” the blue gryphon asked, coming in and closing the door before turning and getting a look into the room. When he did, he froze.
There were two Silverstreams beaming expectantly at him. His brain short circuited for a second before he figured it out.
“Ocellus? What're you doing here?” he asked.
“Oh my gosh how did you know?” one of the Silverstreams exclaimed, prompting the other to bring a claw to her face in exasperation.
“Well, now he knows who's who,” groaned the Silverstream that clutched at her face with her claws.
Gallus noticed that neither of them had the shard necklace on, which he noted would make it almost impossible to tell them apart if they didn't give it away.
“Oops, sorry!” Silverstream apologised, flushing.
“Wait a second,” Gallus said, holding up one forelimb, “I'm really confused. Ocellus, why do you look like Silverstream?”
“It's for science!” Silverstream exclaimed, her excitement starting to bubble over. “Ocellus can feel the emotions coming off of us and she's reacting to them, which isn't normal for changelings any more.”
“It's something we'd like to explore, to see how love of other creatures affects us after the reformation,” Ocellus explained.
Gallus still found it a bit strange to be talking to two Silverstreams, even if he knew who was real and who was Ocellus and his head was spinning a little trying to keep everything straight.
“King thorax suggested a more... traditional approach for exposure to it,” Ocellus said, blushing. “He suggested that I stay disguised so one partner doesn't know who they're sharing their love with, only that they know one of the participants is a changeling. He supposed it would eliminate “unconscious bias.”
Gallus finally put it all together in his mind, but he couldn't quite believe it.
“So, you're saying,” he spoke every word slowly and for emphasis, “that you want to have a threesome. As Silverstream. For research?”
“The effects of love produced by close friends on reformed changelings, yes,” Ocellus answered.
“We're going to publish a paper on it!” Silverstream squealed excitedly. “It's going to be great!”
“Wait a minute, publish?” this thought suddenly diminished his interest somewhat. “As in, details?”
“Not explicit details, no.” Ocellus carefully ventured. “It's going to focus on how I sensed the love transferring and it's physiological and physiological effects on me are. What happens in here, stays in here apart from that.”
“Silverstream, what do you think? Would you be OK with it?” Gallus asked, the small part of his mind that had always fantasized about something like this starting to get hopeful.
Silverstream fixed the gryphon with a smouldering look, “Of course, it'll be fun.”
“Right, so how do we get this started?” Gallus asked, his confidence starting to come back.
“Hold on, turn around for a minute,” Ocellus said. “For this to work properly you can't know who is who. Close your eyes.”
Gallus dutifully did so and heard movement and rustling behind him before the squeaking of bedsprings.
“Okay, you can turn around now,” he heard Silverstream say, but couldn't be sure if it was the original bubbly hippogryph or the cute changeling currently posing as her.
Both Silverstreams were on the bed, fixing the gryphon with half lidded eyes, ear tufts wiggling suggestively.
“What are you waiting for?” one asked, her voice oozing pure sex.
“Come join us,” the other said, matching her twin's voice perfectly and beckoning with a single claw.
At that point Gallus thought he may as well have died and gone to the afterlife at that point, before quickly joining the pair of pink hippogryphs on the bed. Flowing in perfect time, as if mirrors of each other the two Silverstreams took position sprawled either side of Gallus, rubbing languidly against his sides and wings as they sandwiched the slightly smaller gryphon between them.
The pair took it in turns to rub their beaks and cheeks against Gallus' in an affectionate display, letting out soft coos all the while, making his own ear tufts rise and his cheeks flush.
“Are you comfortable with this?” one of the hippogryphs whispered in his ear. Gallus hummed and nodded.
“Good.” the opposite Silverstream purred and in unison the hippogryphs started preening Gallus' feathers, starting with his sensitive ear tufts. They sensuously slipped his feathers through their beaks, fixing any minute ragged edges and leaving them in perfect shape, all the while adding just the right amount of pressure to send sparks shooting down the gryphon's spine, making his long tail thrash happily.
The pink duo then moved to the back of his head and neck, areas he couldn't reach by himself. This was a very intimate activity and something he loved reciprocating for Silverstream, especially on a quiet, lazy afternoon. Gallus moaned into a pillow at the feeling of two beaks almost perfectly mirroring each other, digging through his plumage right to the base, occasionally giving a sensuous probe of a tongue across bare skin before carefully pulling back and tugging feathers into the correct pace.
As the duo worked their way down the gryphon's body their claws could reach other parts of his body, rubbing and massaging his back, hips and legs. Gallus had never felt as relaxed and floppy in his life until that point, but when Silverstreams reached his wings they changed their tempo. Changing from slow and relaxing they started moving slightly more quickly and roughly, in a manner that teased and excited in stead of soothing and relaxing.
Gallus quickly found himself warming up, the tip of his cock starting to emerge and pressing into the bedsheets. Teasing tugs as his sensitive primaries just spurred on his arousal, his dick quickly swelling with hot blood and reaching full hardness. Claws kneading and massaging his body pressed his hips into the bed. Intentional or not, it made Gallus' sensitive gryphonhood rub against the sheets, making the young gryphon gasp and pant at the cacophony of combined sensations, his own thundering heartbeat rushing in his ears.
“Ok, I think that's enough teasing,” Silverstream said.
“It would be a shame if he ended up finishing into the sheets,” the other added, before smirking. “It would be pretty hot though.”
“Not now, please?” the first said, almost pleading as she started rolling Gallus onto his back.
“Right now I really wouldn't care,” Gallus added groggily, smiling up at the two beautiful pink hippogryphs hovering over him. “It's just too much fun.”
“Aaw!” A Silverstream cooed, leaning in to rub cheeks again with a pleased low murr, before quickly being joined by the other. The gryphon reciprocated the gesture, reaching out with both forelimbs to scratch behind the ear tufts of both Silverstreams, something he knew she loved. The two hippogryphs tried to share space on top of the gryphon as they melted under his careful ministrations, heads coming to rest on his chest and eyes half closing in pleasure as they let out low murmurs of delight.
Before long one of the pink duo shifted and felt the gryphons' erection prodding into her belly. She quickly shifted and trilled, “It looks like somecreature's really happy down there!”
The other Silverstream looked over as well and cooed. Gallus tried to scrutinise both of their faces to try and figure out who was the real Silverstream and who was Ocellus. Being the first time she would have seen him exposed like this, the gryphon expected the bookish changeling to give something away. Gallus was disappointed to find that she had a perfect poker face, as both Silverstreams ogled him with the playful excitement Silverstream usually adopted when they were being intimate like this. The blue gryphon made a mental note to ask Ocellus about it later, to see whether it was latent changeling magic or instinct doing it.
His chain of thought fragmented as he felt smooth claws wrap around his shaft and started gently stroking. Another set of claws started fondling his fuzzy sack and caressed a testicle. Soon enough the other was enjoying the same treatment simultaneously while the odd limb out stroked the fine tawny fur on Gallus' belly. The gryphon couldn't help but groan and let his tongue flop out of his open beak as his cock throbbed appreciatively.
The two hippogryphs above shared a look and grinned.
“You haven't seen anything yet!” the two Silverstreams fixed on a sultry look and slowly crawled down the bed to prop themselves between the gryphon's legs. They opened their beaks and started licking up and down the rigid shaft, carefully angling their beaks so that they didn't collide, gently holding Gallus' base steady and lightly teasing his expanding knot.
One hippogryph locked eyes with Gallus and repositioned herself to carefully take the tip of Gallus' cock into her mouth. She couldn't get it far into her mouth thanks to her rigid beak, but she made up for it by working her tongue over the tip rapidly, lapping up the salty beads of pre cum that were collecting there. With the mandibles of her beak just barely touching the skin and his tip pushing into the soft moist skin at the top of her mouth Silverstream started humming deeply, just like she was playing her saxophone, sending vibrations running all along the gryphon's shaft.
Gallus arched his hips at the sensation, disappointed when he felt the hot, wet mouth slide off of him after only a few moments, but it was short lived as he was bought into another, equally inviting beak. The two Silverstreams took it in turns, occasionally both licking and caressing the shaft at the same time and almost making out with each other around Gallus' cock. They both looked like they were enjoying themselves. Gallus had noticed that they had each reached a forelimb back between their legs and their tails were flagged high behind them.
Before long, one of the hippogryphs stopped.
“All right, let's move on to the main event!” she was almost desperate. “I can't wait any longer!”
All three 'gryphs hopped off of the bed, the Silverstream who'd blurted out quickly scrambling to partially mount the bed, leaving her hooves planted firmly on the floor. Her double quickly assumed the same position on her right, nestling up so closely that they were touching from shoulders to flanks. Both hippogryphs flagged their silver-blue tails to the side, presenting themselves to Gallus as he squeezed in behind them.
Gallus honestly never thought he'd see a sight like this in his lifetime. Both of them were soaked, with regular flashes of deeper pink as they winked at him, their clitorises peeking out from their vulvas. The gryphon didn't know who to start with, so he took a leaf out of the hippogryphs' book.
Standing behind the pair, Gallus reached a forelimb to each of the horny hippogryphs, rubbing and squeezing a flank each, relishing in the slight shivers they made as he slowly worked his claws towards the source of their tension. He had to concentrate on keeping his actions as mirrored as possible but found it difficult the longer he kept at it. He could clearly smell their arousal and all he wanted to do was mount one of them, but held himself back. His probing claws eventually slipped beneath the two hippogryphs' tails, tracing around the swollen, moist lips teasingly. He couldn't keep moth going at once so started switching his attention between one and the other, keeping his claws rubbing in a holding pattern while he focused on the other.
The gryphon pressed a claw against the left pussy, slipping it deftly inside when she winked open in invitation for him. The Silverstream shuddered in delight at the intrusion, her soft walls clamping down on the digit as if it were a cock they were trying to draw into her. Soon enough the second hippogryph joined her twin sharing the sensations as Gallus repeated the motion.
The young gryphon took his time, feeling and rubbing their silken walls, enjoying their reactions as he worked their all too familiar sensitive spots, marvelling at how they seemed to react in identical ways. After they got used to the initial talon, Gallus gingerly introduced a second digit, stretching the pair out slightly more, although they were both so slick at this point that it went in easily.
When the one on the left winked open again, he quickly trapped the clit under the pad of his thumb, carefully rubbing at the clustered bundle of nerves. The hippogryph arched her back and flexed the wing not pinned against her double, her pussy clamping down even more eagerly on Gallus' digits.
“Oooh yesss.” she hissed, feeling the fire inside her being stoked into an inferno. After a few more moments, the gryphon did the same for the Silverstream on the right, eliciting a similar response. The original Silverstream looked over her shoulder pleadingly at Gallus.
“Please,” she begged, “fuck me!”
Gallus removed his claws from both of the hippogryphs, earning a disappointed mewl from the right Silverstream. The Gryphon stepped up to the other hippogryph, laying his chest on her back as he mounted her. Gallus craned his neck out, nuzzling and rubbing cheeks with Silverstream as he shuffled into place and reached back to line himself up.
“Just don't knot this time, OK?” Silverstream breathed as she felt the tip of Gallus' cock just gently part her folds.
“No problem,” Gallus replied, nuzzling into her and interlacing the claws of his free forelimb with hers on the bed and he slowly rolled his hips forwards, gradually slipping his cock into her clutching depths. The pink hippogryph gently thrust her hips back to help get him deeper and line them up better. Gallus stopped when he felt the thick base of his knot bump against her and just stopped to let them get used to the feeling, the hippogryphs' pussy already gently squeezing him, trying to milk him for all he was worth. Silverstream relished the feeling of him stretching her out just right, feeling the gryphon's strong heartbeat both pressing down on her back and through his pulsing gryphonhood nestled deep within her. She trilled in contentment.
“I love you, Gallus,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he answered, pressing his cheek to hers once again and they relaxed into each other's bodies.
A short trill and sudden feeling of a beak combing through the feathers on his neck bought Gallus out of his reverie. He'd actually forgotten that where were two Silverstreams! He lifted his head and moved over to nuzzle the other Silverstream, slowly pulling himself back out of the pink hippogryph he was mounting, her walls clutching at him almost desperately to keep him inside. He could feel her clitoris rub against his shaft as she winked, adding to the intensity of sensation for them both. When just the tip of his dick was still inside he thrust back in, slowly starting into a gentle rhythm. While doing this, the gryphon reached over and started slipping his claws into the other hippogryph, rubbing at all of her sensitive spots and paying special attention to her clit whenever it winked out.
Gallus' pace started to pick up, lewd slapping noises starting to fill the room and the hippogryph under him started bucking backwards to meet his thrusts. The gryphon slipped a third talon into the right Silverstream to her delight. Gallus reared back a little, to balance on his hind paws so he could reach to rub at the hippogryphs' clit as he started jackhammering into her.
The Silverstream under him arched her back and desperately flexed her hips. The Right hippogryph slipped a forelimb around her counterparts' neck and pulled her in close to nuzzle and rub cheeks and beaks. The hippogryph under Gallus started to pant squeeze more heavily on his member and started squeaking adorably. The gryphon knew she was teetering right on the edge so slipped a claw under her and just as he felt her start to wink pinched on a teat.
The dual sensations of her clit grinding on his cock as he thrust home and the stimulation on her teat sent Silverstream spiralling over the edge. Her whole body locked up as her pussy flexed more powerfully, trying to coax out Gallus' seed, her beak open towards the heavens with only a surprisingly soft trill as she came. The other hippogryph preened and nipped at the sensitive spots between her wings, prolonging the Silverstream's earth shaking orgasm.
Eventually, the pink hippogryph came down from her high and went limp on the bed, exhausted. Gallus held still for the aftershocks to fade, knowing that Silverstream would be extremely sensitive.
“I have an idea,” the other hippogryph ventured.
“Yeah?” the blissed out Silverstream said, between pants. “I'm all ears.”
The gryphon and hippogryph listened intently as the other Silverstream made her suggestion. The hippogryph felt her cheeks warming at the idea, feeling Gallus' cock twitching eagerly inside her.
“That sounds pretty hot,” Gallus breathed.
“Yeah, let's do it!” the pink hippogryph under him exclaimed, starting to get her energy back.
Gallus slipped out of his hippogryph and dismounted, letting her scramble up onto the bed properly and roll onto her back. The second Silverstream followed, climbing carefully over the outspread wings and settling low over her twin.
“Hi,” the top Silverstream breathed. “You know, despite being my suggestion, I've never actually been with a female before.”
“Me neither,” the bottom hippogryph replied gently, “but it'll be fine.” She reached her hindlegs up and gently clasped at her counterpart's waist with her hooves, guiding her as she gingerly settled themselves down. Both hippogryphs gasped as first their stiff teats rubbed against one another then settling further their slick vulvas squashed together. Their clits rubbed against each other's slits as they winked. The lower Silverstream nuzzled into the neck of the hippogryph on top of her.
The Silverstream on top looked back at Gallus and winked at him.
“Come on up, we're ready when you are.”
The eager gryphon scrambled up, taking a moment to admire the two pussies sandwiched together, before hopping up and mounting the hippogryph pile. He lined his cock up and slipped between them both, feeling their hot, slick lips wrap around both sides of his cock. It wasn't as divinely tight as being inside with a hippogryph's muscles squeezing but it was divinely warm and slick, feeling their clits rub and bump against him as they winked out.
The gryphon started thrusting between the two, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against the soft fur between their teats and starting to slick the area with juices dragged from their oozing slits as he kept thrusting. It was strange, being mounted on her back but being able to look down and look Silverstream in the eyes, looking back up at him even as she twined her neck with the other hippogryph panting above her. Gallus felt the familiar pressure starting to build in his loins. He knew he could hold off for a little while though so he put most of his attention into the hippogryphs below him.
Gallus knew the top Silverstream hadn't gotten off yet, so started paying attention to her wings with his beak, preening and nipping just as she had done to him earlier, all while watching the hippogryph below looking up at him while he nuzzled her counterpart. The extra stimulation on her wings seemed to do the trick. She started to squirm, humping her hips desperately against her counterpart and Gallus' thrusting cock.
“I'm close,” the pink hippogryph on top gasped.
“Me too,” Gallus breathed.
The Silverstream on the bottom grinned and reached around to grasp Gallus' cock and angle it up so he thrust into the top hippogryph's pussy. This time he slipped in quickly and got moving right away. The Silverstream trilled in pleasure, her tunnel eagerly clamping and stroking on the welcome invader. The feeling was far more intense than the grinding alone, although with the feeling of her teats grinding against another pair and the soft fur between and her clit rubbing her doppelgänger as she winked was rapidly sending her towards the point of no return. Gallus too was ready to explode, the pressure reaching almost intolerable levels, his knot swelled to it's full size and his cock as hard as a rock and angrily throbbing.
The top Silverstream gave out first, burying her face in the soft feathers at the base of the other hippogryph's neck and trilling in pleasure as her body locked up, her inner muscles firmly grasping at Gallus and her clit winking intensely. The Silverstream on the bottom craned her neck up, Gallus stretching down to meet her in a tender embrace even as her claws crept back between his legs.
She gave a firm squeeze on his throbbing knot and the gryphon thrust as deeply as he could into the pulsing depths of the hippogryph, only prevented from knotting her with the force of his thrust by Silverstream's claws wrapped around it. The Silverstream felt Gallus throb once and then he groaned, erupting into the still clenching tightness, rope after rope of potent griffon cum into the hippogryph's depths. Gallus rested his beak and cheek against the bottom Silverstream's as he continued to ejaculate into the other hippogryph, the claws gently massaging his knot to try and prolong his pleasure.
The pink hippogryph at the bottom of the pile was content to have the two 'gryphs snuggling into her as they rode out their almost simultaneous orgasms. When he was utterly spent, Gallus pulled out and stood over the pair, panting. The hippogryph on the bottom shivered as she felt the gryphon's warm cum start to leak from the Silverstream flopped on top of her and start to slip into her own pussy as they ground together. She widened her legs and pulled with a claw, helping as much of the semen as possible to pour into her, as if Gallus has cum in her as well.
“Wow,” Gallus' eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets as he watched the two hippogryphs exchange his essence in the most intimate way possible. The receiving hippogryph saw his expression and playfully winked at him, grinding her hips against the Silverstream atop both for emphasis and to help rub the gryphon's cum into her. The flow ceased in less than a minute and the Silverstream on top flopped off, spent.
The bottom hippogryph crawled away a bit, making some room and rolled onto her side, facing the exhausted Silverstream. She beckoned to Gallus, who crawled between them, letting Silverstream hug him from behind like a big spoon, wrapping her claws and hooves around him and resting his head in the crook of her feathery neck, the smaller gryphon fitting well. The other hippogryph slowly wriggled into position with her back pressing against Gallus' tawny chest, as much as she could while not squashing the poor gryphon between the two hippogryphs.
Gallus noticed the breathing of the Silverstream pressed into his chest quickly became deep and regular as she rapidly fell asleep. He rubbed his head against the hippogryph's behind him, earning a quiet, almost imperceivable coo.
“You're Silverstream, aren't you?” he asked quietly, not wanting to wake the sleeping hippogryph.
“Yeah, I am,” she whispered. “How'd I manage to give it away?”
“You didn't,” Gallus reassured, squeezing one of her forelimbs wrapped around him encouragingly. “It was just a feeling, like a really deep connection was there. Took me a while to figure it out.”
“Hmm.” Silverstream hummed, squeezing Gallus to her almost imperceptibly tighter, “We'll need to tell Ocellus that when she wakes up.”
“Yeah, that's when we'll get into the science-ey stuff,” the gryphon agreed. “I hope we managed to help with her experiment. Regardless, it was a lot of fun.”
“More than I thought it was going to be, I'll be honest,” Silverstream whispered, rubbing against Gallus.
“Reckon we'll need more “data”?” Gallus joked.
“Probably,” Silverstream responded drowsily, punctuated with a big yawn, her words getting softer and slower as she carried on, almost mumbling. “Probably have Ocellus turn into you and have you both double team me.”
Very soon Silverstream was asleep, leaving Gallus sandwiched between the slumbering hippogryph and disguised changeling, his eyes wide open.
“What?”
Author's Note
Hope you guys had fun reading this.
It really was thrown together last minute for the contest. Sadly the one I put a lot of effort into ballooned over the maximum wordcount.
This is also my first foray into doing anything that isn't purely vanilla sex.
Also, in my head I see Silverstream being a bit bigger than Gallus because irl female raptors are bigger than males. It isn't a huge difference though because with her smaller beak and feet Silverstream reminds me more of a kite while Gallus is more like a buzzard (or hawk to people in North America) so it balances out a bit.
