Two unnaturally large griffins strode down the streets of Griffonstone, walking side by side. Passersby gave them a wide berth while shooting them the occasional look of disdain or fear. They’d been to Griffonstone before and had learned to ignore the attitudes of the locals, but it was still a shame to see the once-great city reduced to a slum.
“I am unconvinced we will find anygriff of decent character here, my love. Though I am not opposed to some fun, I fear we will leave empty-clawed once again.”
Gottfried, the male of the pair, had light grey feathers and a short slicked-back crest tipped with hints of gold and a yellow beak. His wings were the same shade of grey, while his feline fur was a pale straw color. He carried himself with grace as his bright green eyes flicked over the dilapidated nests and houses and their downtrodden tenants.
“I know, dear, but our options are rather limited considering our tastes and my… condition,” the other said. “And besides, a rough upbringing does not necessarily equate to an unscrupulous character. Who knows, we may find a diamond in the rough.”
Griselda, the female of the pair, had dark charcoal feathers with two small tufts on either side of her head with white-speckled tips. Elegant lighter grey accents surrounded her violet half-lidded eyes, and a smile played at the corners of her black beak. Her wings were maroon and her fur a slightly browner shade of red. She walked with an elegant yet slightly seductive sway of her hips, fully aware her taller stature put her rump closer to eye level with the common griffon.
She spotted an adolescent male ogling her backside out of the corner of her eye and tilted her tail slightly to the side to give him a better look. His eyes widened and she turned her head to give him a sultry look and a wink, causing him to gulp audibly and scramble away down a nearby alley. As he fled, she caught a glimpse of pink poking from his sheath.
“It’s not nice to tease, love,” Gottfried chastised her without so much as turning his head.
“Oh lighten up,” she said, bumping her hip against his playfully, “A young tom needs his fantasies, after all. It’s not as if we will be staying long, and I certainly wouldn’t mind being the hen he idolizes in that regard. Perhaps it will even inspire him to make something of himself rather than waste away in this dusty old relic of a town.”
“Well, you are quite the specimen,” he acknowledged with a smile, placing a small peck on the side of her beak.
As they reached the end of the path they were on, coming to an abrupt halt at the West edge of Griffonstone, they turned down a wide cliffside path that ran counter-clockwise down along the edge of the mountain to a secondary shelf laying in the shadow of the great tree the once-magnificent palace rested in. Hencatcher’s Hike, as it was known, was the district widely known for and named after the practice of roosting,a respected griffon tradition going back centuries, if not millennia, and the site of the couple’s current interest in the old griffon capital.
Griffons of all ages, both male and female, lounged around on various seats and cushions along the edge of the narrow street on the side against the cliff wall. At first glance it may appear a casual affair, the various griffons occupying their time with instruments or claw-made crafts while they waited, but Gottfried and Griselda knew there was an unspoken hierarchy in place and that griffons often fought beak and claw for prime positions closer to the ramp down where the path was cleaner and the sun less occluded.
In contrast to the common griffons up top that went out of their way to avoid the uncommonly large pair, as soon as the workers on Hencatcher’s Hike saw the couple their faces perked up and they sat up straighter and smoothed out any out-of-place feathers and fur.
“Well, they can certainly smell money,” Gottfried grumbled.
As they strolled past, casually appraising the various hopefuls, many of the griffons took to preening and posing in order to catch their attention, with one hen going so far as to turn and stretch out her back with her rear in the air and tail lifted, showing off her well-developed vulva.
“Oh, she might be fun,” Griselda whispered to her husband.
The others near the hen in question muttered darkly to themselves, as it was considered poor form to so overtly present.
“What about you, love?” Gottfried asked.
“Well, it’s going to be one or the other dear,” she explained then put on a sly smile, “Unless you are saying you’d prefer a tom?”
“Well, I’d prefer we both be satisfied,” he said with a huff.
Those that were eying the offending hen smiled when the two continued on without falling for her trap.
As they progressed further around the cliff toward the north side it was more of the same, hens and toms putting on a show to entice them while acting like they were simply there to enjoy the fresh air, deflating when they moved past them. The two had been on the hunt for months now, however, and could see through their disingenuous smiles and hungry eyes like they were made of glass. One didn’t get to where they were without learning to read a griffon, and none of those they’d seen had any intention of upholding the spirit of the ancient tradition, instead simply looking for a quick bit and a quicker exit.
“Well, it seems our search is once again—“
Gottfried stopped as the two reached the end of the path where the shelf narrowed to nothing and melded back into the cliffside. There at the very end sitting on a small boulder was a creature that was most certainly not a griffon. They looked at each other in confusion then back to the creature who hadn’t noticed them yet.
It was bipedal like a minotaur, but largely furless save for a short reddish mane, with a much flatter face and a lithe build. It was wearing a simple light blue shirt with buttons down the front and leggings of dark blue denim. What may have been its rear paws or hooves were covered by heavy molded coverings of black leather with rubber soles. In its dexterous claws it held a whittling knife and a facsimile of a penis carved out of wood, though it was unlike any they’d seen.
“Excuse me,” Griselda spoke up, “May I have a moment of your time?”
The creature looked up from its work and its brows raised upon examining them.
“Damn, you two certainly ate your Wheaties,” he said in a flat tone. “Come to try one?” he asked hopefully, holding up his phallic carving.
“I’m afraid I don’t follow,” said Gottfried.
The creature gave him an unimpressed look and reached behind him to pick up a similar carving, this one lacquered and polished to a high shine. He took it in one claw (paw?) and with the other made a circle with his long slender digits, then made a motion inserting and withdrawing the carving from the circle.
“Oh,” Gottfried said, blinking in realization.
His partner giggled at his reaction and she turned to the creature with glittering eyes.
“Is that what yours looks like then?” she asked bluntly.
“Yup,” he answered without missing a beat, turning it back and forth in front of him, “It’s, like, probably nine-tenths scale or something though since it doesn’t have the same flexibility and give of the real thing, and let’s be honest, griffons aren’t exactly large,” he said, letting a smile creep onto his face. “I’m not trying to make murder weapons over here, after all.”
Griselda burst out laughing before quickly bringing herself back under control.
“My, he certainly has a sharp tongue,” she commented, wiping a tear from her eye.
Gottfried tried to banish his own smile before continuing the inquiry.
“Indeed. Pardon my asking,” he said, “But, are you quite aware of where you are?”
The creature looked at him with a raised brow.
“Uh, unless I’ve been horribly misled, Griffonstone,”
“Right, that’s my fault,” he muttered, bringing a claw to massage his beak.
“What Gottfried meant to ask,” Griselda supplied, “Is what you were doing in this particular part of the city.”
“Ah, I was told this was a place someone without many applicable trade skills could make some money,” he responded spreading his forelegs wide, “So here I am.”
The two griffons shared a look.
“And in what way are you intending to make money,” she asked curiously, “Aside from your lovely woodwork that is.”
He stared at the two of them and let out a sigh.
“Well, I’m trying to work as a prostitute,” he admitted, “Sorta thought that was obvious. I mean, there’s no way you got this far without a dozen griffons sticking their asses in your face.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have used those words, but at least that explains why you are here of all places,” she said.
Gottfried looked thoughtful.
“Trying, you say?” he asked.
“Yeah, trying, I guess,” the creature admitted, biting his cheek and rubbing the back of his head with a claw. “Not exactly a hot market to begin with and I guess my uniqueness isn’t enough of a selling point. Had a couple of clients at first, but now I’m just kinda carving these things and hoping I sell one or two to some desperate griffon every now and then and make enough to feed myself,” he said with a resigned sigh.
Gottfried frowned and shared another look with Griselda.
“Excuse us one moment,” he said politely.
The creature nodded and went back to his project, allowing the two to step out of earshot. Gottfried and Griselda exchanged a series of meaningful looks, occasionally glancing to the creature and back for emphasis before Griselda finally broke the silence.
“Diamond in the rough?” she asked her partner with a playful smile.
“Rather, it seems like we went searching for gems and found a deposit of pure salt,” he amended. “I’m not saying I’m opposed, per se, but do you really see this going any farther? It would be highly irregular, to say the least.”
“Since when have we ever been regular,” Griselda asked rhetorically, with a sultry smile and glittering violet eyes as she leaned against him.
“You really are too beautiful, love,” he said with a warm smile. “Very well, he will be interesting to speak with, if nothing else.”
The two returned to the creature who seemed to be eying the finishing touches on his piece when Gottfried spoke up.
“Griselda and I would like you to accompany us for the day if you would be interested,” he announced tactfully.
The creature froze, craning his head up to look at the two incredulously.
“You want to… hire me?” He asked. “For the day?” He looked between the two in search of deception, but Gottfried knew he would find none. “What’s the catch?” he asked with suspicion in his voice, “I know I shouldn’t be ‘choosing’, but how much are we talking here?”
The griffons glanced at each other before turning back
“How does a hundred—“
“Lead the way!” he exclaimed with a wide smile on his face, hopping up off the boulder and grabbing his two carvings while sliding the knife into a pocket on his hip. When the pair stared at him in surprise at his change of attitude, he simply walked past them back toward the city proper. “What are you waiting for?” He asked, “I’d like to get out of the sun… unless you wanted to, I dunno, do it right here. Not sure how legal that is though,” he trailed off.
Griselda tittered at the suggestion.
“I suppose introductions would be first. I’m Griselda, and this is my husband Gottfried. It’s a pleasure to meet you…”
“Jeff.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Geoff,” she said with a glowing smile.
The large griffons walked back up the path with the tall creature between them, drawing looks of shock, jealousy, and anger all along the way.
“So, uh, I’m pretty much down for anything but I didn’t actually ask what it was you two had in mind,” Jeff said, ignoring the looks he was getting.
“Ahem, well it is a bit uncouth to speak of intent in public,” Gottfried spoke up, “But I suppose I can’t hold it against you, I doubt anygriff gave you a proper education on the practice, not that any of these ruffians seem too keen on following decorum,” he growled, giving a griffon that spat in their direction a hard glare.
“We, my husband and I, have had something in mind for some time,” Griselda explained, “But It’s been near impossible finding anygriff that meets our criteria. We weren’t intending it before coming across you, but I think I speak for my husband as well when I say we are willing to explore outside our species at this point.”
“Ok, I know I said anything, but there are some limits to what I’m willing to do,” Jeff warned, “I don’t care how cute you two are, I’m not doing scat or blood.”
The two whipped their heads towards him in disgust, but saw the tongue-in-beak smile he had and relaxed.
“Uncouth indeed,” Gottfried muttered, but turned his head away to hide his smile while Griselda broke out in raucous laughter again.
“Have I mentioned you have a beautiful laugh?” Jeff asked innocently.
Her laughter came to an abrupt halt and the feathers on her neck fluffed out a bit.
“O-Oh you flatterer,” she stammered with a blush, combing a talon through her fluff to settle her feathers again.
Gottfried looked over at the exquisite look of embarrassed pride on his wife’s face and smiled. Jeff glanced at the tom from the corner of his eye and gave him an unexpectedly genuine smile as well, causing a faint tinge of crimson to show under his own feathers as he looked back ahead.
They reached the ramp leading back up into the city, and upon reaching the top, Jeff slowed to allow the two large griffons to take the lead in front of him.
“I’m very interested to hear more about you and your kind, Geoff,” Gottfried said in a low voice so as not to be overheard in public, “But I don’t think you will find my wife very patient when we get back to our room.” He glanced over at her with a knowing smirk, and the hen in turn looked back toward Jeff and lifted her tail with half-lidded eyes, causing the tall creature’s eyes to widen as he glanced down at her goods with an appreciative smile. “In light of that,” Gottfried continued quietly, “I would like to make our formal request now, improper as it may be. I would be very pleased if you would give my wife the carnal pleasure she so deserves, though I ask you keep it somewhat traditional for now.” He then brought a closed talon to his beak and cleared his throat with a cough, adding in an even quieter tone, “And I wouldn’t be opposed to receiving a bit of attention myself, if you are willing.”
The tom angled his own tail away, showing off his supple testicles and short, girthy sheath.
Jeff’s eyes widened further as he glanced toward the display.
“Gottfried always has enjoyed both hens and toms,” Griselda explained, matching her husband’s quiet tone, “And I have to say it can be stimulating to see the cute look on his face when he gets mounted,” she said, giving him a lust-filled gaze.
Gottfried blushed furiously, lowering his head to inspect the sticks and pebbles in the street as they walked but didn’t refute her claim.
“Huh,” Jeff vocalized, “That’s it?” Both griffons looked back at him in confusion, and he continued. “I kinda thought you had something kinky in mind for a hun… for the sum,” he corrected himself, looking around to see if any passing griffons noticed his slip of the tongue.
“W-Well, we really do wish to enjoy the day together Geoff,” Gottfried stammered, “And that fee is for your time and company as well, not just the sex, and as a bit of an investment as well.”
“Investment?” Jeff asked with a flat look and raised brow.
“We will explain later, darling,” Griselda deflected, “For now let’s simply enjoy ourselves. We are here, after all.”
True to her word, the three had arrived at a small inn that passed as luxurious in the run-down city of Griffonstone. They were greeted amicably by the clerk at the desk, though the hen stiffened when she saw the tall creature behind them. She said nothing and held her plastic smile with a twitch of her eye as the three proceeded to their rented lodgings.
As the three stepped into their room, Jeff took a moment to unlace his strange paw coverings, removing them and the black socks underneath to reveal a pair of flat paws. He set them by the door as the griffons watched in curiosity but said nothing.
The room was sparse, to say the least. There was a wooden chest near the door that could be locked with the same key as the room, and a small table in front of the window on the far wall. In a far corner was a stand with a small basin of water, as well as a bar of soap and a few towels, though the mirror had long since been removed, leaving a discolored oval on the wooden wall above them.
In the corner opposite the wash station was a large circular nest-bed, though in this case it was little more than a layer of padding separating guests from the worn wooden floors and a ring of pillows with patchwork cases along the edge.
“Living in the lap of luxury, I see,” Jeff commented with obvious sarcasm, looking around the room.
“Griffonstone has seen better days,” Griselda admitted with a twinge of sadness in her voice, “Though with things as they are, I doubt they will mind if we get our bedding a little… messy,” she said, stepping over to the bed and presenting.
Gottfried followed and took position nearest the corner, sitting his haunches on a pillow to allow them plenty of room and giving their hired lover permission with a nod and a smile.
Jeff chuckled, allowing a predatory grin to spread across his face. He quickly unzipped his denim pants and shed them, freeing his penis and testes from their confinement, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Both griffons examined his half-erect cock in interest as he folded his shirt and set it on top of the chest by the door, then strode over to them.
“Feel free to-OH!”
Jeff ignored her, instead dropping to his knees behind her rear and lifting her tail to get a better look, causing her wings to unfurl in surprise.
Griffon tails were thick and muscular at the base, tapering down along their length, and Jeff grasped hers between his thumb and forefinger, gently guiding it upward as he massaged it on the sides. The underside of the tail ran down to form a small mound just beneath, with the anus right in the crook and just below that the hen’s vulva.
Her delicate oval of puckered black skin was only slightly larger than her anus, and framed by a short tuft of reddish-brown fur along the sides and bottom, like standing reeds surrounding a lake. The lovely little package was nestled high on her rump, resting just above where her firm glutei pressed against each other like a gem on display.
He leaned in and brought his mouth to sample her, using his tongue to wiggle past the tight, pursed lips. Griselda inhaled sharply as her wings shot out to full extension, and Jeff could feel the moisture within unrelated to his saliva. He hummed a chuckle at her response and scooted closer to grasp her flanks with his hands.
He began massaging the taut muscles under her short reddish fur while guiding her rear back into him. He pressed his lips against her eager hole and ran his tongue against it, sliding further in with each pass. The hen began to pant and moan at his oral work, and Gottfried watched with rapt attention as his wife received a type of stimulation near unheard of for griffons due to their sharp beaks. The tom's own breaths came a bit shorter as well, as he adjusted his posture to press his hind legs together and watched on.
Jeff could feel the gentle swell of her sex with every motion and wrapped his lips around the slightly protruding mound to give it a little suck.
“Haaa~” the hen vocalized with a lustful whine.
Jeff smiled and pressed forward to slide his tongue as deep as he could get it, then pulled back while sucking on her petite vulva, repeating the motion over and over again to bring her peak oral pleasure.
Griselda was panting heavily now, her beak held open and eyes closed. Jeff could feel the muscles of her legs and rump tense, and her knees bent to press herself more firmly against his face. He knew she was already close to an early orgasm, and forwent the sucking in favor of short rapid thrusts of his tongue, causing her to moan loudly.
“Haa, heh, haaa, hmmm, hm, hm, hm, HYAAAAAAA~!”
With a spasm, she cried out as her muscles squeezed his intruding tongue, and Jeff saw her cute puckered anus to the right of his nose pulsate in time with each spasm. A warm and faintly saline liquid met his tongue, and he lapped and sucked at her orifice, enjoying the few drops of her issuance.
After a moment she relaxed, and he pulled his head back. He licked his lips with a smile as she turned her lust-addled gaze back toward him.
“Damn, you really have it bad for this,” he observed, standing to his full height. Griselda directed her gaze to his now erect penis and her eyes widened.
“My, it’s quite different from a tom’s,” she noted hungrily, “Though I’m glad to say not too different from my Gott. I was worried somegriff of your stature would be, shall we say, a bit too endowed?”
Gottfried was staring at it with a blush as well, eyes transfixed on the small bead of clear liquid resting on the tip. Jeff looked over at him where he sat and noticed the look on his face.
“Really? Maybe I need to compare the two,” he said with a sly smile, “See where I stand and all that.” Gottfried gave him a blank look, so Jeff spoke plainly. “Get over here and show me your butt, I wanna see your junk.”
Gottfried flushed at the command and scrambled up off the pillow to stand next to his wife and raised his tail, extending a wing to cover his face in embarrassment as his recovering wife rested her head on the back of his neck and nibbled at his feathers. Jeff quirked an eyebrow at the tom’s reaction but looked down to assess the ass was going to be working with.
His own tail and flanks were much the same as the hen’s, though he may have been just slightly leaner in the hips and his sphincter perhaps just a bit more puckered. Below that, however, the mound transitioned into two shapely round balls, the scrotum surrounding them held them like shrink-wrap around a pair of delicate eggs. Between them extended a short, thick sheath that pointed down at the floor, with a pink fleshy tip poking from the end.
“Hmmm,” Jeff hummed while sizing the griffon up, “Still hiding? Nothing to be embarrassed about, you know.”
Gottfried hid deeper in his wing, but flexed his penile muscles, causing his length to extend with a few spasms, revealing his tapered pink member. Jeff leaned down to examine it, noting the gentle conic shape and faint bump around the middle that separated the slightly redder tip and the pinker base. He reached out a finger and ran it down along the underside, causing Gottfried to shiver and his penis to spasm, bringing its length out a bit more.
All in all, it seemed rather comparable, all things considered, roughly as wide at the base as himself and only around an inch shorter. Certainly nothing to scoff at.
“Nice,” he said to the tom, “Bet your wife loves it, doubt a normal-sized griffon could ever please her the same. Good to know I won’t be giving her more than she can handle.”
“O-Oh, well, I suppose not,” Gottfried stammered, but had a small look of silly pride on his face from the compliment. Griselda gave her husband a soft look of love as well, then turned back toward Jeff with an eager gaze.
“Now, get back over there and wait your turn,” he ordered, and Gottfried quickly complied, taking a more reclined position to let his cock poke out from between his legs while he watched the show.
Jeff straightened up to his full height and looked at the waiting griffon with a claw on his chin. Sensing his consideration, Griselda assumed the traditional griffon pose for him, laying with her belly and chest on the bed and her rear slightly propped up on her toes.
“How about like this?” she asked.
“Nah, that’ll never work, I ain’t got the right dimensions for getting down that low with any kind of leverage,” he said in dismissal. “Here, keep your front half down and stick your rear up in the air.”
The hen complied, swaying her hips back and for playfully as her tail flicked back and forth, giving him a half-lidded stare and a smile.
“Goddamn that’s hot,” he exclaimed, turning to Gottfried. “How the hell do you go ten minutes without fucking her?” he asked.
Gottfried stared at his wife’s display with equal hunger, swallowing heavily as his talons poked holes in the pillow and his penis flared several times, a drop of pre-cum issuing from the tip.
“Believe me, it takes a great deal of restraint,” he agreed with a smile.
“Well then, let’s take care of this horny little hen you have,” Jeff said, stepping up behind her swaying hips.
He caught her flanks between his claws and forcibly held her still, causing her rear claws to extend against the padded bedding and her front talons to grab a claw-full of blanket as she gave him a predatory look.
“I think I have a pretty good idea of each of your preferences now,” Jeff announced, “But if at any time I do something wrong, the safe word is ‘pizza’.”
As he said that, he gently placed the tip of his penis against her flesh, wiping his pre-cum all around it and mixing it with the bit of moisture leaking from between her lips. He could feel the muscles underneath twitch at his touch and her tail extended even higher.
“I hardly think we will be needing a safe word for– HNNGyaaaaa~!”
She cried out as he thrust inside her, not viciously but not gently either. After all, that was what the oral was for, now it was time to give her needy pussy a hard dicking. Her rear claws dug into the padding of the bed and Jeff saw there were already going to be holes from her talons as well. He smiled, allowing her a moment to catch her breath from the surprise insertion before continuing.
He grabbed her torso just in front of her hips and began driving into her. The first few thrusts were met with little yelps, but soon turned to hums and groans, and the occasional strange soft nasally whistle. The supreme tightness of griffon females was still there, but with Griselda’s larger frame he didn’t run the risk of injuring her as he did with his previous griffon clients, allowing him to put his weight behind each thrust.
“Oh, yes,” she panted, “I’m just a desperate little hen,” she said dramatically, “Helpless against your attempts to breed me.”
Jeff chuckled at her acting, but couldn’t deny it made him hard. Can’t beat the classics.
“Oh, you dirty little thing,” he followed up in a dastardly tone, “Begging for my seed right in front of your husband? A guy has no choice but to fill such a needy hen.”
Jeff glanced over at Gottfried and saw the griffon locked on their hips with a hungry look while gently stroking his member with a talon.
The soft shlick of his withdrawing member, the pap pap pap of his hips against the soft fur of her rump, and the varied grunts and moans Griselda let out were primal music that drove him onward. There was something intoxicating about griffons, something about shoving a penis that was just slightly too large for them into their little cat holes that set him off.
He knew it set them off as well. Griselda’s muscles were tensing up and she wasn’t so much moaning as emitting a low growl from her belly that got stronger with every thrust while staring straight ahead. Her wings gave jerky little movements like they were unsure whether they wanted to be at full spread or halfway and the plumage on her neck ruffled.
He inched forward and stopped with his long thrusts and began a series of short hard thrusts while staying deep inside her. Her growl developed into a needy whine as she tried to push back against him and impale herself deeper. He felt her muscles start to twitch and prepared to receive her.
All at once, a spasm ran down her spine and her back legs buckled and tensed, leaving him to support her rear end with a grunt while he continued pounding her. Her back arched even further, the toes on her paws splayed out, and she threw back her head and let out a loud, half-screeched–
“KYAAAAAAA~!”
Her already tight canal clamped and spasmed around his cock but he wasn’t quite ready to give up the goo. He wanted her to be well and truly done for before he moved on to Gottfried, and held onto the edge of his own orgasm as he continued to savage her.
“Haaa, that was, was HYAAA!” she cried as his continued effort caused another small shudder, “Wai-, wha-hnng, w-what are you do-EEE-HEE-HING!?” she struggled to ask while riding the aftershocks.
“What, you thought I was going to stop there?” He grunted, still holding her back end as her legs kicked. “Thought I was going to let you off, hnng, easy?”
“Oh-oh gods, I can’t hnnn, I don’t, I can’t think,” she desperately panted between breaths, “How can you fu-HAAAA~”
“It’s been so, hmmm, long since I haven’t had to go easy,” he panted with a twisted smile on his face, “I’m going to drive you to the brink you horny fucking hen, gonna fill you right fucking up with this load.”
Those words were the trigger that started her body’s second, albeit confused, orgasm. Her tail whipped at his side as her back paws flailed, and she grabbed up a pillow in her talons and bit down on it with her beak. Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head as she squeaked and squawked into the makeshift muffler, and once again she clamped down on his cock with incredible force.
Her adorable sounds and movements were too much for him and he felt a tightening behind his balls. His blunt nails dug into her fur as he drove into her with heavy sporadic thrusts, he felt his penis swell even further, and with primal spasms he released his seed into her.
“hnnn-GAHHHH~!”
He continued to thrust with longer and longer breaks in between as his body poured its seed into the needy female. He gulped air like it was water and he’d just come out of the desert, and with each thrust the sound of his brief withdrawals became wetter and stickier.
Eventually, Griselda’s spasms died out and her rear legs hung limp against the ground. Jeff withdrew from her gently, a thin rope of semen trailing between them before breaking and dripping on the bed. He gently lowered her down and pat her rump affectionately.
“Damn, that was good. I mean, I’ve enjoyed griffons, but I really had to watch myself, ya know? You, on the other hand, are perfect. Tight, but not too tight. I’m gonna be spoiled after all this.”
Griselda was still catching her breath, but she had the strength to tuck in her wings and roll onto her back, a wide grin on her beak. The fur around her sex was wet with Jeff’s semen, and a bit still leaked down to pool in the divot of her sphincter. She looked over at her husband who was giving her a loving look and returned it.
“D… diamond,” she said breathlessly.
“Oh c’mon, I wasn’t that hard,” Jeff joked, but Gottfried caught her meaning.
He swallowed and looked at the creature. Tall, furless, witty, and crass. He had no doubt the creature was skilled in its profession but was that all there was to him?
“Will you be alright to continue, Geoff?”
“Well, I mean I won’t have another load like that, but give me a few minutes and I’ll have something for you,” he said.
Jeff stood and stretched, walking over to the pitcher and pouring some water into the single mug provided, downing it all in one go. He filled it again and brought it over to Griselda.
“Here, stay hydrated,” he said, handing it to her.
The hen smiled at the act and took it in a free talon, downing it as fast as Jeff had.
“My, I must say you were worth your fee, Sir Geoff,” she said once she had her voice back.
“Hey, that wasn’t my fee,” he corrected her, raising his claws in defense, “And I’m not a sir, just some guy trying to make a living while giving others a little fun.”
“I can’t wait to see what fun you have in mind for Gott,” she said, looking lasciviously toward the nervous tom.
Jeff saw how tense he was and came over to his side to put an arm around his shoulders.
“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll make it good. I’m pretty good at knowing how far I can go, you have nothing to worry about.”
“I’m not worried,” Gottfried said, looking away, “Just a bit… well I get nervous when I’m with a tom, if you must know,” he said with a blush, “And I’ve never been with somegriff, er, someone that wasn’t a griffon.”
“Hmm,” Jeff hummed, leaning in with a sultry tone to his voice, “So you’re saying I get to be one of your firsts?” Gottfried gulped and his wings twitched. “I get to pop your interspecies cherry?” The griffon's tail swished behind him, and Jeff leaned in close, running a claw along his chest feathers down to his belly, causing the griffon’s feathers to ruffle. “I get to put something in that cute tush that has never ever been there before?”
“Oh gods,” Gottfried gasped, “Y-You certainly have a way with words.”
Griselda cackled at her husband’s horny discomfort, and Jeff gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
“Gottfried, seriously… It’s going to be just fine. You’ve seen me and I’ve seen you. You enjoy having a penis in you and that’s fine. I enjoy putting my penis in others. That’s sex, plain and simple. If you want it the other way around we can do that too.”
Gottfried looked the creature in his pale blue eyes and saw the sincerity there, and let a smile creep across his beak.
“No… I think I’d like to take you up on your earlier offer,” he said.
“Well, lucky for you then, because I think I’m ready to make good on it,” Jeff said in response.
Griselda sat up in eager anticipation, and Gottfried stood and angled his rear toward his soon-to-be partner. Jeff gave him an amused look, and stepped up with his hip right against the tom’s rear, causing their penises to rub against one another.
Gottfried shivered and Jeff felt his cock twitch against his own, but he didn’t make a move, simply putting a claw to his chin and humming to himself again.
“Is something the matter?” Gottfried asked, looking back.
“I think… I think a different position would suit you better,” he said.
Jeff stepped back and grabbed a couple of pillows from the edge of the bed, stacking them on top of each other in the middle.
“Here,” he said, patting them with his claw, “Roll over on your back and prop your butt up on these.”
The tom laid on the ground and rolled over as asked, curious where this was going, and Jeff lifted his rear end up to scoot the pillow underneath. Jeff was now kneeling on his knees, while Gottfried’s rear was propped up toward him at the perfect height with his rear legs splayed to the sides.
“See, look at all this fun stuff I have access to now,” Jeff explained, delicately cupping the griffon's tight balls and massaging them.
“I certainly have to agree with you on that,” Griselda added, eyeing his goods, “He certainly is cute on his back like that with his poker sticking up.”
The poker in question spasmed again, briefly extending to its full four-and-a-half inch length, pre-cum flowing from the tip in anticipation. Jeff crawled forward and straddled Gottfried’s tail, giggling when it swished against his scrotum, causing his own member to begin growing again.
Rather than start right away, Jeff used one of his delicate claws to massage the ring of muscle around the tom’s sphincter, relaxing the tightly puckered hole while the griffon sighed in contentment. Gottfried let his wings rest out to the sides and took the opportunity to relax in his new position, eyelids drooping.
Griselda saw her opportunity and laid down parallel to one of his wings, resting her head on his fluffy grey chest feathers facing his erect member. Gottfried took his loving wife’s head in his talons with a smile on his face, gently running his claws through her black feathers and the two little horn-like tufts on either side of her head.
Jeff smiled at the pair and ran a digit up the tom’s wet pink cock, collecting the dribbles of semen on it.
“Looks like he comes with his own lubricant,” he joked, causing Gottfried to roll his eyes but smile nonetheless.
“You and Griselda do enjoy your banter,” he noted.
“Of course, sex is just as much mental as it is physical. Gotta set the tone, you know, trigger those latent desires in your mind so you can enjoy it to the fullest.”
He took the slick substance and added it to the still wet head of his own penis, then took the whole thing in his claw to press it against the griffon’s dark puckered flesh. He swirled the tip around the flesh and fur to get a good coating then slowly pressed into it.
Immediately he felt the griffon tense as his member was rejected, but he continued with his slow penile massage to slowly loosen him back up.
“Remember, anything you don’t like, just say ‘pizza’ and I’ll stop.”
Gottfried nodded and swallowed back his saliva, looking down his torso at the creature about to enter him.
Jeff gave a push and finally slipped the tip of his penis past the tom’s sphincter. Gottfried’s rear toes flexed in the air as he sucked in air sharply and clenched his eyes, and Jeff felt the muscles squeeze his head. As Gottfried relaxed, a smile came over his face as he opened his eyes to give the creature inside him a half-lidded smile.
“It’s so big already,” he said, “I, I’ve never had the opportunity to lay with a male of your size before, but by the ancestors can I feel it!”
“Heh, still wanna keep going?” Jeff asked, already knowing the answer.
The tom gulped and nodded, relaxing his muscles further for this partner to continue.
Jeff pulled his tip back out and admired the dark flesh that was just wrapped around his dick. He ran his fresh flow of pre around the griffon’s rim and pressed up against it. This time he slid in with a much smoother motion, once again feeling the muscles clamp around him at the unnatural intrusion and then relax.
He began thrusting his tip in and out of the griffon's puckering tail-hole with increasing frequency and force, occasionally swirling it around to massage the skin and muscles. Gottfried wore a look of pleasure, each insertion causing his penis to twitch a little and leak more fluid.
Jeff used a finger to collect a dollop of the clear substance and brought it to his mouth and licked it off.
The griffon’s wings twitched a bit at that and his neck feathers ruffled.
“Mmm, not bad. It’s a shame I’m not flexible enough to get that thing in my mouth while I’m in you, but I think you’ll find I have a pretty good tool for the job,” he said, bringing up a claw and wiggling his soft fleshy digits.
Gottfried’s eyes dilated at the sight of those dexterous claws, watching as the creature brought his thumb-claw and first digit to gently rest on either side of his shaft. Jeff started with long, gentle strokes up and down with the two digits, running the full length from base to tip. The pads of his digits were soft, with just enough texture to feel the friction of the flesh on his throbbing member.
Gottfried couldn’t help himself and began to let out little squeaks and moans with every motion, gently bucking his hips up on instinct. He shuddered when his lover gently cupped his testicles with his other claw, giving them a gentle squeeze without causing pain as only a fellow male could. A small spurt of fluid dribbled from his twitching pink tip, and Jeff used his claw to collect it.
He took the lubrication the tom’s body was producing for entering a non-existent female and dripped it over his own rear hole. The thought of the griffon’s own seed making its way inside him caused him to blush even harder.
Jeff looked up at the madly aroused griffon and spoke two words.
“It’s time.”
With that, the creature pressed into him once again. His tip slipped inside with only a bit of effort given the muscular relaxation and fresh batch of lube, but this time he pressed in further. Gottfried could feel that thick shaft sliding further and further inside him, an intruder nature never intended but one he couldn’t get enough of.
Jeff stopped when he felt resistance in the tom’s colon, pulling back slowly but leaving his tip in. The smile on Gottfried’s beak and the way he gripped the bedding in his talons told him all he needed to know.
He adjusted his position a bit and began the main event. He pushed his penis into the tom at an upward angle now, pressing his head against the inner wall with every stroke. He wrapped his claw around the tom’s penis and began stroking up and down while applying pressure, simulating the contracting muscles his body expected.
The griffon panted and moaned, tossing his head from side to side in bliss with a flushed face. Griselda was blushing as well and nipped at his chest feathers here and there while gently running a claw over his stomach like she knew he enjoyed.
Jeff could feel how close the tom was. His sphincter clamped his shaft with every spasm of the tapered penis in his claw, now coated with slick fluids. He could feel the tightening of the griffon's prostate against the tip of his dick with every gentle thrust, providing him with additional texture and stimulation as well.
The muscles in his legs were beginning to tense and his rear paws were drawn in. He could feel his own second cumming at hand as well, and knew how he was going to play this.
“Oh, god, I’m about to cum inside you, Gottfried,” he said, causing the griffon to gulp and his wife to chuckle. “Fuck, the way you clamp my shaft is so nice,” he huffed, “Ohhh, yeah, just like that. Just the idea of me squirting inside you is so, haaa, HOT!”
Jeff could feel the familiar sensitivity in his nerves that signaled he was about to blow. With his free claw, he grabbed Gottfried’s thigh and began thrusting with vigor into him, each time striking true on the tom’s hidden button. His other claw squeezed his cock with new strength and speed, causing the griffon to begin moaning and whining loudly.
Then, with a few jerky thrusts he let loose, filling the male griffon’s rear with his seed. He could tell Gottfried felt it too, as his beak opened wide with a smile at the corners. With each of Jeff’s final thrusts, he rubbed the swelling bulge with his firm dick, and at last the griffon couldn’t hold back.
His beak snapped shut and his eyes closed tight as he let out a whimper of pleasure. His throbbing pink tower hardened even further for a tense second, then began spasming while ejecting thick ropes of sperm up in the air and against his partner’s chest as his hips bucked into the air. His anus clamped so tight around Jeff that it actually prevented his own seed from getting past that tight ring, generating a pressure that made him even harder.
Jeff squeezed and stroked the spasming cock in his claws, milking it for all it was worth, teasing every last drop of Gottfried’s essence out, uncaring of the mess it made in the process.
After a dozen seconds the throbbing, twitching member finally started to relax and shrink, as the last vestiges of semen oozed out the tip. As Gottfried’s rear relaxed, the last of Jeff’s own load flowed into him, and he slowly withdrew himself, careful not to cause too much strain on the now sensitive muscles.
Gottfried was panting for air at this point, his eyes rolling around in their sockets trying to focus on something. His lower half was coated in his own seed and his penis occasionally flicked to release a few drops more as it retracted into his sheath.
Jeff hobbled over and collapsed on the old bedding next to him.
“Well, was it worth it?” he asked the griffon with a smirk.
“That, t-that was, oh, haa, the most, the most… wow,” he struggled to get out.
“The most ‘wow’, huh?” Jeff repeated, scooting closer to the male griffon to give him a peck on the side of the beak and rub his nose against it, staring into Gottfried’s green eyes with his smaller pale blue orbs. He knew griffons loved this sort of sappy thing and wasn’t too opposed to it himself.
Gottfried’s eyes lit up at the affection. Homosexuality wasn’t all that unusual for griffons, but most males simply engaged for the physical release. Openly showing affection for another male was somewhat mocked as too hen-like, a fact he was glad the creature before him seemed happy to ignore.
Griselda let out a quiet squee at the sight of her husband getting the attention she knew he craved from the same sex. She knew he loved her with all his heart and appreciated her own as well, but she knew he couldn’t help that longing he had for male companionship and didn’t begrudge him for it. If anything it was intriguing and arousing to her.
Gottfried caught her eye from his position alongside the creature and they exchanged a short unspoken conversation as only married couples can:
He might be the one. We have to seal the deal.
“You two catch your breath while I get us something to eat,” Griselda said happily.
Jeff immediately tried to sit up in protest.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that for me, really, I probably shouldn’t say this but a hundred bits is already more than generous, not that I’m complaining,” he added sheepishly.
“Nonsense,” Gottfried chimed in, pulling their mutual lover back down alongside him gently, “It would be our pleasure after the wonderful time you’ve given us, and I’m sure it must be nice to be in from the sun for a while longer.”
Jeff looked embarrassed by the generosity.
“You really must not be from around here,” he muttered.
“We aren’t,” Griselda confirmed, “But we can talk more about that when I come back.”
She proceeded to take a damp washcloth and give her nethers a cursory wipe down before heading toward the door.
“You know everygriff within a hundred flaps will smell you like that, Love,” Gottfried observed with a smirk.
She looked back at the pair with a playful wink.
“Let them imagine what they aren’t having.”
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The sun was descending the sky and the three lounged in their motel room. A large paper plate of discarded skewers lay on the floor away from the bed. Griselda had been so preoccupied with their new acquaintance that she’d neglected to ask if meat was ok for him to eat. To the griffons’ pleasant surprise Jeff was more than happy with the meal, eating the unspecified meat skewers alongside the pair with ravenous hunger.
That raised the question of the creature himself.
“I realize it may be late of us to ask after you’ve already plowed the both of us, but what exactly are you?” Gottfried inquired with polite interest.
Jeff was laying on his back while Griselda lay on top of him, the lanky biped massaging her flanks while she melted under his ministrations while Gott lay on his side near them.
“Oh, right, I guess I never did say,” Jeff acknowledged, staring up at the ceiling with a wistful, if complicated, look in his eyes. “I usually let clients assume I’m a weird minotaur, assuming they aren’t well-traveled enough to know the difference. Less questions that way. But, really I’m a human.”
Gottfried let that word roll around in his head a moment. Where had he heard that term before…
Griselda gasped and her eyes shot open.
“You! A HUMAN?!” she asked enthusiastically, taking his head in her talons and turning it to look him over every which way. “One of those–“
“Yes, one of those humans, Griselda,” he replied, looking both amused and exasperated with the treatment.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said, pulling back, “It was just a bit of a shock when that announcement finally made the newspapers around here. There weren’t many photos or details making it this far from Equestria and everygriff thought it was some sort of stunt by the princesses. I can’t believe I let a real human… heehee~”
Gottfried cleared his throat to redirect the conversation.
“What led you to wander this far, if I might ask.”
“Oh, this and that,” Jeff said, “Equestria was a nice place but… it didn’t quite… I mean I didn’t quite… let's just say there were a lot of incompatible elements,” the human finally settled on, a look of bittersweet resignation on his face.
“You aren’t a wanted criminal, are you?” he asked with just a hint of concern.
“Pfff, naw,” Jeff snorted, “I left with… well not their blessing, I guess, but I left on neutral terms with the crown.”
“We didn’t mean to pry, Geoff,” the female on top of him said with a smile, “Everygriff has their own way in life.”
“No, of course not,” Gottfried amended, “I guess I was just asking because, well,” he looked away uncomfortably. Griselda twitched her tail over to lay across his leg in reassurance, giving him a smile. “What do you plan on doing now, I suppose I should ask. I mean, after this. A hundred bits can go a long way in griffon territory.”
Jeff wondered why the question would be embarrassing to ask for the rather forward couple, but saw no harm in it.
“Honestly? I’ll probably haggle up some supplies and get the hell out of Griffonstone.” Both griffons noticeably perked up at the news but continued to listen. “I’ve been trying to save up but it’s been difficult making any kind of money around here. Even did the odd job here and there on top of, well, this, but it feels like you have to practically come to blows to get any kind of fair pay around in this city.”
“Did you have any particular destination in mind?”
Jeff let his brow drop into a slight frown, a fact that did not go unnoticed by the two griffons.
“Does this have anything to do with that investment you mentioned earlier?”
Gottfried gulped.
“I, well, yes, er, you see–“
“What we mean to say is,” his wife stepped in, rolling off of the human to lay on the other side of him from Gottfried, “First, we understand you might be wary if you left Equestria with unpleasant memories–“ Jeff snorted at that but didn’t disagree, “–And especially after having experienced Griffonstone. We griffons know it isn’t all that it used to be, even if the name still seems to hold weight overseas. But there are still many good places with honest hard-working griffs in these lands, and we think you could find a good place to live in one of them. And, well… how to put this…” she trailed off.
Jeff looked between the two as he sat up on his elbows.
“Go on…” he prompted with caution in his voice.
Gottfried picked the conversation back up, having reorganized his thoughts.
“When I asked earlier if you knew where you were, I was referring specifically to Hencatcher’s Hike. More specifically, the tradition it is rooted in, roosting.”
“That’s… just sex work, right?” Jeff asked hesitantly.
“Well, not exactly, it’s true that is what it amounts to in Griffonstone and… well most places these days, but the practice itself is more than that. In the old days, griffons of noble lineage would take on a griffon of lower nobility or even common birth as additions to their home, such that griffons with exceptional virtue but lacking social status may enjoy a better lot in life, while the noble griffons gained able members for their household and, not to put too fine a point on it, intimate partners to share their life with.”
Jeff exhaled a long breath through his nose while regarding the tom.
“Please tell me I haven’t gone and done something I’m going to regret.”
“No, nonono,” Gottfried quickly explained, waving his talons defensively, “We didn’t expect anything of you other than what we’ve discussed. I certainly wouldn’t expect anygriff to have informed you, let alone know themselves about it. But…” he exchanged a look with his wife, who clambered over the human to lay against her husband in solidarity, “We wanted to… make the offer to you, if you would be interested.”
Jeff sat up and crossed his legs in a way that briefly intrigued the quadrupeds before he spoke again.
“That’s… sorta a hard sell, ya know. I really don’t know anything about that and it seems kinda… well I don’t know what it seems like,” he admitted.
Griselda used the chance to speak her own piece about it.
“We’ve been searching for somegriff who fit the bill for a while now, but there really haven’t been any that have quite clicked with both me and Gott. You… well we don’t know much about you, other than your prowess in bed,” she said with a blush and a flick of her tail, “But we feel like you might be the one. We say we are interested in the more traditional aspects of roosting, and it’s true that in the past there were accounts of the practice being used as a binding contract, but that’s not how we view it or what we are looking for in a potential partner.
“We really just… we both want something more than just the two of us,” she said, fixing the human with her pleading violet eyes. “We want somegriff we can laugh with and cry with and, yes, have wonderful sex with as well, but we want a member of our family more than anything!”
“That sounds… a lot like marriage,” the human said. “And marriage is a hard sell for me, if I’m being honest. I mean, I have nothing against it, in principle, I’ve just always seen myself as more of a wanderer I guess. And it seems like between three people things would get strained pretty fast…”
Griselda looked crestfallen and Gottfried brought a talon to his chin in contemplation. While vocal about his misgivings, the tom had to admire the fact that Jeff still seemed willing to at least hear them out. Thinking about it from an outsider’s perspective, he could understand the hesitation. He himself courted Griselda for years before they got married, and in that time they came to terms with their unique interests, ticks, proclivities, and so on.
Perhaps they were asking a lot of the human.
“Have you ever been to Downdale?” the tom finally asked.
Jeff raised a brow.
“I can’t say I have,” the human answered in a neutral tone.
“How about this: you want to get out of Griffonstone, as many do, and we will be returning to Downdale tomorrow. Getting anywhere in griffon lands is a long way by land, but we can arrange your transportation with us, no strings attached, as a show of gratitude for your services and friendship. Regardless of where we go from here, we’ve enjoyed your company, and if you are looking for a better life it is as good a place as any to start. If you find it to your liking and settle down, we’d be delighted to call you a friend there, if nothing else. If not, well, you’ll still have your hundred bits and a much nicer place to procure supplies for wherever you may go.”
“But?”
“Not ‘but’, rather ‘and’: And if you would allow us the opportunity, we would like to get to know you better along the way, discuss the matter in more detail, and perhaps work out a more gradual arrangement between us. Hearing you say it, I realized just what we were asking and you are right, mostly. Roosting isn’t the same as marriage per se, you wouldn’t be married to us though you would enjoy equal treatment. But it is something of a commitment. It isn’t a binding legal contract so much as a commitment to be part of a family and all that entails, and to ask a stranger to make a decision like that after one afternoon, no matter how pleasant, is unfair and unbecoming to say the least.”
The hen reached out and laid a gentle talon on the human’s knee as he seemed to consider it more seriously.
“I’m sorry as well, Geoff, for pressuring you,” she said with sincerity. “Seeing Gott as happy as he was with you, I just didn’t want to let the chance slip by. I like you a lot as well, your charm and wit and sincerity are… just so refreshing,” she said with a smile. “But he’s right, we should get to know each other better before anything else, and if it turns out we aren’t meant to take that step, I’m certain we can remain friends.”
Jeff let out a sigh and hung his head and the married couple shifted nervously.
“You two are certainly in sync with each other, I’ll say that much,” he noted. Slowly, a wry smile crept up his face. “Getting out of Griffonstone for free does sound like an amazing deal. And I did enjoy my time with you, more than the usual that is.”
Jeff looked to the ceiling and pursed his lips in thought. Gottfried let a smile slip on his beak while his wife's tail began twitching in anticipation.
“I suppose you did pay me an awful lot. More than I’m worth, I reckon. I supposed I can pay a little bit of it back by hearing you out along the way, if you’ll have me-oof!”
The human was tackled from his sitting position by a grey-and-maroon blur.
“YES! Thank you so so so so much for giving us this opportunity, Geoff, I know you won't regret it once you see how much nicer Downdale is and we get to know each other.”
The human laughed and scratched along the hen’s sides under her wings, causing them to fluff out as she hummed to herself in contentment.
“She really is a handful,” the human noted, looking over at Gottfried with a good-natured smile.
“You have no idea, my friend, but it’s never dull with her around.”
“By the way,” Jeff added with a note of curiosity, “Why are you two so damn big?”
