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It wasn't until Monday that Luvian left his quarters again, dressed and day planned. Not for a lack of desire, he'd at least wanted to talk to Pearl and Ember, maybe introduce himself to the other gryphons present, like the wait staff and cooks. But a lack of, well, mobility had inhibited that. While it had been, as he vaguely remembered the fiery hued male saying, only a few hours since he'd……

Unbidden, the sudden thoughts of what he'd gotten up to with Ember made his cheeks bloom red. Though eventually he shook himself and took a few deep breaths to calm down, his feathers fluffed up at it all.

Aaaanyway, he'd been drooling, draped over the glowing, heated ball that was his gut, and clenching around nothing for the rest of the night. He hadn't woken up until late in the afternoon when the club was about to open, and found Pearl getting up to leave from where she'd apparently been keeping an eye on him. They'd been in his own quarters once again, the gryphoness occupying herself by examining what books and trinkets he'd collected before his time at the club. The ones that he'd been able to unbox and set up, anyway. Apparently she had carted him back down the hall once he'd 'popped free.'

Either way, he'd instinctively grabbed at her arm, leading to a startled cry, before a smothering, warm hug that left him feeling loved and cared for. He had been sad to see her go, at the owl-gryphon leaving him alone, failing to notice as a talon had tapped a silvery gem, glittering like snow, on his collar. His vision going dark as the hug seemed to grow tighter, trapping his body against her, ears pressed against her chest and with an ethereal coo and a strong heartbeat in his ears. So caught up in the hug, the fact she'd slipped away, the hug continuing in spite of it, was ignored, nor the door opening again to let the powerful, blue form of Dionysus take her place. It'd been jarring (though a miniscule part of him found it something else) to come to his senses with a massive gryphon looming over him, a sparkle of mischief barely visible in his deep amethyst eyes.

Luckily for him, his employer wasn't in the mood for any…debauchery. Merely to question him as to whether Ember had been correct in a conversation held earlier (while he'd

been…unavailable), and had not overstepped his boundaries or broken his trust when he'd been collared and trapped beneath the gryphon's bulk, nor knotted and kept under his desk. It had been mortifying, a bright red blush on his face the entire conversation, but in the end Dionysus had agreed that nothing would happen to the fiery hued gryphon. His eyes had darkened during the course of their conversation, turning from sparkling gemstones to deep pools of near black, still staring him down. It had made him feel small. Powerless. Heart pounding as something lodged in his throat.

A part of him liked it. A part he wasn't sure could be suppressed.

His boss had left him with a pat on the head and a smirking glance at a gem that matched the gryphon's eyes. The fact he hadn't activated it made the wolfbird wonder just what feeling the bartender had put into what could have been a sapphire. As far as he'd been able to tell, there wasn't any lewdness embedded in the magic sensations of the gemstones, so the lack of Dionysus' own motions made little sense to him. Not that he had the energy to ask, the gryphon had barely reached the door to his room before the wolfbird was unconscious once more, deeply asleep to just how tired he felt after the last couple of days.

The second time he'd awoken, none of the other employees were sitting near him. His door had remained closed, and a subtle pulse in the soft wood floor showed it hadn't been long, if the music was still ongoing. Finally full of energy, he'd spent the last few of the hours before the club closed emptying the last few boxes remaining in his room. The bookshelf, after a few tweaks, was a mixture of various novela, instruction manuals for some hobbies, and a couple of things he'd bought from the market. Mostly a few stone figurines and a rather interesting sculpture of feral gryphon rearing up on its hinds at an attacker. A shelf near the window was already full of his potted plants, and all that was needed was a quick refill of the small watering can he'd set at the one end. A few framed pictures of scenery were hung on the wall, and a poster of two gryphons staring down at him with steely eyes was hidden in a corner out of the way, invisible to anyone trying to peer through the window (though at that point it'd be obvious considering they weren't on the ground floor) or the doorway. Finally, he'd organized his bed-nest back into neatness, and set up the desk for his most recent craft, a set of beaded bracelets to go about his upper arms. By the time he was done, the club was closed, and he was exhausted once more, falling asleep as the sounds of padding paws and clicking talons, along with the slow murmur of conversation, passed by his door.

Now that he thought about it, he actually wasn't quite sure why the club had been open last night in the first place. Last he'd been aware, Sundays and Mondays were not days the Gryphon's Nest was open to the public. Maybe they'd decided to try and recoup the losses he'd unintentionally incurred through Iris? He'd have to ask Ember when he saw him.

Now that he wasn't distracted by gryphons, moving in, or being in a stupor after a 'meeting' with a gryphon, Luvian had more of an opportunity Monday morning to actually map out the hallways behind the club, and get a vague idea of where everyone's rooms were. The floors were carpeted with a soft, thick carpet the color of red wine, with walls painted a strong lilac shade, while the ceilings were simply white, though dull enough to prevent any sort of 'neon' effect. The doors themselves were all the same, stained cherry wood with brass plaques declaring the owner and their role in the club. Though one conspicuously was missing, with an empty spot where one clearly had been. Curiosity getting the better of him, Luvian turned around to look at his own door. His name was stylized like the rest, readable but with a slant that made it standout from block lettering. Though he could only blush bright red as he noticed that his role was clearly labeled as 'Hen,' with one of his coworkers apparently having etched an image of a clutch in a nest on either side of the word. Despite Ember's assurances he'd be treated properly,and the actions Dionysus and the rest had taken after the whole thing with Iris, he was still along, long way off from being able to read or hear his job at the Gryphon's Nest without some level of mortification.

A piece of paper taped beneath the plaque caught his attention before he could turn away, and he stepped forward for a closer look, quickly seeing it was an outline of the rules Dionysus had outlined that first day of actually being 'employed.' Luvian couldn't help but notice that the third rule, regarding his days off, had Friday, the day Iris had gone after him, as one of those break days. Apparently she'd not only treated him in a way that was unacceptable, but also on a day he wasn't supposed to have sexual interaction. No wonder Dionysus had been pretty much apocalyptic. While Ember's 'turn' had also been on a day off, Saturday, the fact that it was something he'd agreed to, on a day where the club was closed, made Luvian surprisingly okay with it. Still was a bit embarrassing though. The hybrid couldn't help but feel face growing red once more, as his brain brought forth the memories of what he'd agreed to, along with who'd seen it. Fur fluffed out, he turned back from his door, eager for breakfast.

Only to sigh as he found his way now blocked by two anthro gryphons. If he remembered correctly, they were the DJs, Para and Keet, though he'd not yet been told which one was which. Though they both were obviously grinning at him, eyes alight with mischief.

“Looky at who's awake, Para!" one remarked.

The now named Para, whose yellow and black banded head contrasted with the bright green on his chest, arms, and legs, flicked his tail. “It's our new coworker! We've missed you the past few days, we'd say you were ignoring us if not for Iris' little stunt putting you out of commission, right Keet?"

Keet, who's head feathers alternated between creamy white and the same black as Para, with light blue where his… brother? was green, nodded, before tapping a talon against the underside of his beak. “I don't know, Para… maybe it was that drink we gave him that one time?"

Para grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “Maybe, but that wouldn't be very nice, would it? I'd say a hangover is well worth the chance to be in his position."

“Something you want to say, brother?"

“Yeah. He's a cute wolfbird, Keet."

Grumbling, Luvian crossed his arms, tapping one set of talons on the carpeted floor as he waited for the two to finish their act. While it could've been amusing some other time, right now the wolfbird was hungry for breakfast, and the back-and-forth was wearing on his patience. Finally, he just gave up on waiting as the two brightly-colored siblings devolved into friendly sniping with each other, not even looking at him anymore.

“Excuse me? I'd like to have breakfast please, and you're blocking the hallway." Not wanting to come off as completely rude, he continued before they could open their beaks. “Though I'd be willing to meet sometime later this afternoon, if you want to talk or something."

There was a pause, the sibling DJs looking at each other, then back at the wolfbird, matching grins now spread across their beaks. “No problem, gotta have that first meal! We'll be sure to catch up with you later, Luvian."

Now it was the hybrid's turn to blink, slightly off-put by the synchronized response he'd gotten.“Right…." he drawled out, paws tucking themselves into his shorts. While he still wasn't wearing his vest, since it was a hassle to close properly without impeding his wings, the shorts were something he could put on easily, as the hole for his tail could be opened and closed with a snap. In other words, convenience. Plus the multiple pockets were quite helpful when he wanted to have a fidget bracelet or something. Though at the moment they were empty, with one wrapped around his left wrist.

The two gryphons approached, parting on either side of him, though close enough their feathers brushed against his arms. Para leaned in. “See you later, Luvian~" he purred, sky blue eyes flashing. Keet did the same as the yellow-feathered male pulled back, his own voice a matching rumble. “I can't wait for our talk~"

Then, humor sparkling in their eyes, tails swishing, they finished their trip past the now frozen wolfbird, matching grins on their faces that presumably continued as they turned the corner, steps fading quickly in the thick carpet.

Luvian gulped, fur fluffing up nervously as he shakily continued his journey towards food. Well… there went his evening plans…

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While the club's schedule meant that everyone had their morning meal around midday, even on days where the establishment wasn't open, it didn't mean that things were lax or a 'do it yourself' attitude when it came to food. The head chef, who was the lavender-hued gryphoness he remembered from the first staff meeting, was the no-nonsense type, and took her job seriously. Though she did spend a few moments looking Luvian up and down, in a manner that more seemed to be making sure he was functional than debauched. In the kitchen behind her,as he picked up a reuben sandwich that smelled utterly divine, the wolfbird could spot a fast-moving ball of feathers that he thought he remembered being named Shake, as well as a glimpse of off-white feathers that seemed to be more hiding in a corner than doing work. A yell later on revealed it to be a gryphon named Cream, though based on the exasperation laced through the name it was a common occurrence, though not one that seemed to diminish the quality of the food nor the cleanliness of the area, since everything still gleamed like new.

The lunchroom itself was a collection of tables, split in half between setups for bipedal staff and ferals, with a lever on one end that, as Luvian watched, was used by a golden-hued gryphon (he was pretty sure their name was Nunan?) to alter the height to be better suited for his stature as he sat next to a gigantic gryphoness who shared a name with the color of her amber plumage.Shuffling his talons a little bit, Luvian eventually made his way over to a familiar pair of fiery hues and winter swirls, sitting next to Pearl to nibble away at his sandwich. The gryphoness cooed and scritched him behind the ears in response while Ember playfully pouted, an interaction that left him blushing and hunching over, mortified.

“So nice to see you, lovely, we missed you yesterday!"

Mumbling something unintelligible, Luvian took a big bite of his reuben to avoid answering.

Ember tilted his head, eyes glittering in mirth. “Aww, nothing to say to us, songbird? I thought you liked trying to talk with your mouth full~"

The hybrid choked on his food, thumping his chest with a paw as Pearl rubbed his back. “Y-You! I… let me e-eat!"

Sighing, the feral gryphon turned his head back, taking a bite of his own food, a medium-rare cut of meat that seemed heavily seasoned. Pearl gave the wolfbird a playful, light thump on the shoulder as punishment for making Ember 'sad,' giving the wolfbird a few more seconds of backrubs before taking a bite of her own food, which appeared to be some sort of fruit dish, at least at a glance. There was companionable silence for a few moments as they ate together,before Luvian quietly spoke up. “I…actually wanted to thank you both for how you've been treating me. It's been… hard, getting used to this, especially since Friday, and…"

He sighed, before Pearl's arm wrapped around him and tucked him against her side, the now-red wolfbird squashed against her blushing while Ember grinned. “No problem, Luvian. You deserve to be well cared for, as both our hen and your own person. I hope you find your equilibrium." He took another bite of meat, eyes twinkling in mischief. “Just let me know when you want to visit my office again, hmm? I quite enjoyed your singing."

Luvian squeaked, ducking his head and taking a large bite of his sandwich. Pearl just purred at him, squishing him a bit tighter, which didn't help when she was so soft and plush. “Aww, I loved being with you too sweety. It was nice getting to cuddle and dote on my cute little wolfbird~ I can't wait to spend next Sunday with you." She playfully nipped his ear before letting him go, leaving the utterly speechless hybrid to collect himself.

“A-actually, I wanted to ask something, Ember."

The gryphon, meal almost finished, looked up. “Hmmm?"

Yesterday after I woke I heard what sounded like music and drums and such. Were we still open? I thought we were closed on Sundays."

Ember flicked one of his ear tufts. “We were closed. Para and Keet were mostly celebrating." Before the wolfbird could ask why, the feral gryphon continued. “Dionysus hired a new bouncer, so we were finally free of Iris, and the rest of her things that'd been left behind were put out back for her family to collect, since she's banned from the premises."

Slowly, Luvian nodded, feeling Pearl's talons curl just a bit more possessively about his shoulder, while his heart began to pound with fear in his chest. “And….who did he hire?"

Both gryphons heard the trepidation, the gryphoness nuzzling down the back of his neck while Ember reached a forepaw over the table to trace Luvian's jaw. “Don't worry, my little songbird. He's been given strict guidelines, and said himself he would not approach you alone until you said he could."

The wolfbird's hackles lowered slightly, snuggling into the soft white feathers surrounding him while his head instinctively pushed into the paw, sandwich mostly forgotten for the moment. “You didn't say who it was…"

Pearl laughed lightly, sounding like a wind chime. “Oh, his name is Ebony. Big guy, but like Ember said he's an absolute gentleman. At most, once the week is up he'll be a bit more playful, gryphons of his heritage always have a bit of mischief in them. You probably won't see him today though, he's moving in his stuff."

Luvian nodded slowly, finally picking up his reuben and finishing off the sandwich. Belly warm and comfortably full, though with something other than a gryphon's lust this time, he leaned more into Pearl, her feathers almost seeming softer than a pillow. While he wasn't tired, it was nice to relax with the two coworkers he could call friends. “What usually happens when the club is closed?"

The white gryphoness, smiling, gave him a small squeeze while Ember's twinkling eyes looked on. “Oh, we usually have our own little hobbies. Ember visits some local forests and gardens, says it's relaxing after being stuck at a desk all week. I shop for presents and little projects I can make for others. Nobody knows what Dion does, he does his own thing and likes changing his answer every time I ask. Laurel, Shake, and Cream restock on Sundays, and split up today between meals. I think Cream goes off to pester Dionysus about mixing drinks, Laurel reads a book, and Shake vibrates her tail off in front of the television. Girl doesn't know how to stay still. Amber prefers her alone time, though she loves gryphon friendly jigsaw puzzles."

Luvian blinked, doing his best to absorb the onslaught of information. “And…the twins?"

Ember leaned forward, breath ruffling Luvian's ears. “Why, interested?"

The wolfbird gulped, “….they were in the hallway on my way here, kinda blocked my way. I said I'd meet them later. Why?"

The feral gryphon leaned back, chuckling, while Pearl gave him another squeeze and a nip. “Aww, making friends again? I think my little songbird will enjoy being with them. They enjoy listening to music and playing video games, depending on the day. Luckily for your hearing, they avoid club mixes when not on shift. Probably gets tiring to hear the same thing day in day out, and want some variety."

They were all done with their food by this point, a fact the snowy gryphoness used to her advantage by pulling Luvian into her lap, claws lazily preening his wings until he was barely upright. Ember watching on in ongoing amusement. “Oh… that's…goooood…" the hybrid muttered, head tilting back.

“And you, songbird?"

“Hmmm…?"

“Pearl, get your claws out of his feathers before he falls asleep at the table."

“Awwww…."

Luvian shook his head a bit as the claws retreated, mind refocusing and registering the question. “Oh, I….usually make my own little trinkets and such. Mostly for myself but a few to sell to others. Otherwise I'm reading or doing puzzles."

Ember reached up and patted the hybrid on the head. “Sounds like you'll fit right in, Luvian. I look forward to seeing what little things you'll decorate yourself with."

The gryphon got up from the table, stretching out a bit and groaning as something popped. “Ahh…. Well, nice talking to you both. I'm gonna go and visit that new garden that opened last week, see what's going on with it."

Pearl gave Luvian one more scritch before letting him go, standing up herself. “Same here, Ember. Luvian, I'll introduce you to Ebony before Tuesday, alright? I'm gonna go pick up a new craft kit at the shop today. See you later!"

The two gryphons left him, leaving Luvian to bring his plate back to the kitchen (where it was taken with a nod by Laurel, though he was also told he could simply leave it at the table for Shake to take care off, the aforementioned helper almost literally bouncing off the walls in the background) before heading to the door himself. While he didn't have any specific plans like Pearl and Ember, the hybrid had a tentative plan to wander the nearby streets, both to see what was offered and have a better mental map of the establishments that were nearby. Hopefully a craft store was one of them, it'd make replenishing his material stock for his projects simpler.Then Luvian walked through the door back to the rooms and the main exit, and into a wall.

“Oh, sorry!"

The voice was unfamiliar, but deep. It vibrated his bones like Dionysus' did, but while the bartender's voice was rough, with an edge of respect demanded, almost like one imagined strong alcohol to speak, should it somehow have the ability. This gryphon sounded different. Smooth yet smothering, like molasses. While he tried to recover from the feeling of his stomach dropping to his toes (from emotions he refused to clarify for his own peace of mind), claws came to rest on his shoulders before gently moving him back, far enough that he and the mystery gryphon were standing several feet apart.

Well, Ebony was definitely a good fit for bouncer. He'd also have to tell Pearl that 'big' was a grievous understatement.

Luvian had to crane his head back to look at his new coworkers face, his own muzzle only reaching mid-chest, if that. Glossy black feathers, dark blue eyes. While the plumage was unfortunately similar to his predecessor's, it was more well kept, shiny (and from the small brush of feathers on his shoulders moments before, soft) while Iris' had been dull, almost washed out in comparison. Not to mention that while she'd worn black, latex, or black latex, Ebony was sporting a white shirt and loose shorts. Though the shirt was mildly too small, meaning multiple muscles were well etched into its landscape ('Not to mention', part of him purred in his ear, 'how little those shorts actually hide.')

The gryphon bouncer took another step back, until the wolfbird was out of arm's reach. “Sorry again about that, wasn't looking and didn't see you there. You'd be Luvian, right?"

Mildly speechless, Luvian nodded, swallowing with a suddenly dry throat. “Y-Yeah. That's me. You're… Ebony right?"

“You got it," the towering male responded, bobbing his head. “New bouncer, ready to get started come Tuesday."

“Good, good." the wolfbird muttered, doing his best to keep his eyes up. Not that the view he had helped any better at calming his imagination. “Everything good so far?"

“Absolutely, don't worry about me, little bird. Just grabbing a bite to eat before I get back to getting all my stuff set up." Ebony shrugged his shoulders, talons moving to his pockets as he glanced at the door to the lunchroom. “Well, have a good day, Luvian. Hope to see you again, though next time without meeting like this. Don't want to be accused of breaking any rules or anything during my trial period."

Before he could get a response, the massive gryphon nodded once more, and pushed through the doors, leaving Luvian standing still in the hallway, both comforted by the first meeting, and worried about just what Ebony planned when they could finally have a 'session' alone.

….Now if only his brain would stop trying to imagine it while he dragged his own talons back to his living space. A cold shower was definitely in order before he went out.

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By the end of the day, Luvian was waiting in front of the room that Para and Keet apparently shared. Now that he thought about it, it was a bit surprising how much they did together. If he had a sibling there would definitely be days where he'd want time apart, though maybe that was his general personality and desires speaking. Not that he would judge them for that anyway. The pranks were plenty enough evidence to decide his opinion, thank you.

Knocking on the door, Luvian took a step back to prevent being grabbed or whacked with a door. While every other door opened inward, the twins pranking everyone by switching around the direction of the door was not out of the question. After all, they thought sending random strong drinks to strangers was amusing, despite the fact that they'd apparently told Dionysus they'd not have given a glass of Gryphon's Stare had they known he'd already had an Aerie.

Surprisingly, the door swung inward when Para opened it, the green-feathered gryphon already having a smile on his face as he leaned against the doorjamb. “Well well, we were wondering when you'd show up, Luvian. Keet was about to come knocking at your door with a reminder."

Huffing, the wolfbird gave a halfhearted glare, while the aforementioned gryphon stuck his head around the corner to stick his tongue out at his sibling's back, before winking at the hybrid. “Oh hey there, newcomer! Was just getting something set up for later. Quick question, you play games?"

Luvian looked at Para, who stood back to let the smaller male inside, letting him get a look around. Their room was loud, in that the floors and walls were as bright as their plumage, but not so far that the wolfbird felt the need to claw his eyes out. Most of it was green or blue, ranging in intensity, with a few band posters on the walls, and a stereo set against one wall. The part of the main room not visible from the doorway was taken up by a large television, a console (Luvian couldn't remember the name of it) blinking in the shelving unit below it, three controllers set up in front of a couch.

“Sometimes. Not as often Pearl and Ember said you did."

“Oh? And how often did they say we played?" Para crooned in his ear from behind, making the hybrid's fur instinctively puff out while Keet's grin grew wider.

“Um….every weekend?"

“Hmm, accurate. Anyway, take a seat, we've got one to try out with you."

The seat turned out to be squished between the siblings. The couch was big enough normally for the two brothers to sit apart, with space, but with him now included his legs were pressed against theirs, though he was pretty sure they were doing it on purpose. An attempt to suggest him sitting on the floor was met with a lecherous grin from Para, followed by a quick “Nevermind." He'd seen the clock after all. It was just past eleven at night, and while he was still off limits, since it was a Monday, yesterday had proven that gentle prodding worked to get him to agree to prohibited debauchery.

The game itself was nothing special, the name not worth remembering to the wolfbird. Just some beat-em-up that had a lot of fancy moves. Honestly the part that stuck out the most were the character designs themselves. Every single foe was male, effeminate or muscled, with usually enough of a curve on their lower halves that things were teetering on pornographic. Not to mention the characters the brothers picked, a flamboyantly dressed gryphon who smirked at the screen every chance he could, and a glowering, trench-coated crow that seemed to breathe the 'bad boy' cliche. Luvian himself had been a bit dry-mouthed at seeing it, the rumbling chuckles from the twins not helping as he nervously selected a smaller, lithe bluebird that definitely was more on the agile side.

Grinning, Para had moved his gryphon in the training room so it towered over the bluebird, leaning down to whisper in an ear. “So you like being smaller than your friends, hmm? We'll have to remember that."

Gulping, Luvian flicked his opposite ear, biting his lip as Keet draped a wing about his back. “Don't worry, Luvi. It's Monday, nothing to worry about, just a game between coworkers. Soon to be friends, hopefully."

“Good, good friends." Para purred, before sitting up again. “Right, let's see how far we can get."

The game was fast-paced, and Luvian found himself often struggling with the unfamiliar controls. While he wasn't outright getting knocked out and wasting lives, he did find himself often quietly requesting the use of found health pickups, something that the brothers ribbed him for gently. Though after threatening (unseriously) to leave if they continued, Para had shifted one leg to rest atop the wolfbird's, trapping him. Which made it harder to focus as both brothers rumbled whenever the bluejay was knocked over. A position that for some reason had the bird face down, rump upward. Keet kept using it as a reason to maneuver the crow until he was standing behind Luvian's character, his wing cinching tighter for a second as he did so. It was distracting, and as they beat a boss Para had declared the midpoint, he requested a break, scampering to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water and settle his breathing.

A glance at the clock revealed it to be just past 2am, which Para and Keet seemed to take advantage of as they unpaused the game. Rumbling sounds, teasing words, tracing feathers and claws, until the wolfbird could barely focus. Raggedly breathing as he did his best to keep up, though by now he was mostly just moving the bluebird out of attacks, his fingers not cooperating well enough to execute combos. By the final boss, Luvian just found a corner the foe, a towering dragon, didn't seem to target, watching as the siblings whittled down the health bar and finished them off with an animated ending cutscene, followed by the scoreboard. What wasn't expected was Para's gryphon using the background of the image as an opportunity to grab the bluebird and drag him off screen while the crow looked on with a furrowed brow,looking disappointed. Something that translated to real life as Keet grumbled, tossing the controller gently onto a pillow as he stretched and stood up. “Well, that wraps that up. I'm gonna go grab some music to listen to."

Para, who'd immediately used the motion as an opportunity to replace Keet's wing with his, dragging the wolfbird against his side, waved a paw. “You know which ones we have for tonight."

“Yep. 'How to Properly Synchronize to the Beat When Fucking a Hen.'"

Luvian's eyes went wide. “Wha-?! HmmPPHH!"

As he was registering what Keet claimed was the song album, the gryphon on the couch had grabbed his head and turned it, sticking a long tongue down his throat as his beak slotted against Luvian's muzzle in a deep kiss. One taloned hand moved to the back of his head, the other tugged at something on his collar. What it was, the wolfbird didn't know. Too busy feeling his throat bulge, his body pressed down against the couch while Para moved on top of him, all without moving his beak. Pressing down, his body unmoving even as Luvian pawed at the gryphon's back, legs kicking until a rumble made him go still.

The collar was already doing its job, the lack of air not registered, unconsciousness not encroaching on the pinned hybrid. Even then, he could feel his mind fuzz, his thoughts fog, limbs stilling as his paws merely clung to Para's feathers. It felt like an eternity before the green-feathered male pulled away, tongue withdrawing from Luvian's jaws as the wolfbird panted, unable to think clearly as he looked up at his coworker. Ears flicking as he registered the music now filtering through the air.

It wasn't high energy, or at least high-energy compared to standard fare for a dance floor at a club. Not slow by any means, but steady, the heavy beat of the base vibrating in Luvian's sternum while the sounds overlaid on top haunted his ears. No lyrics, but that became a non-issue when the cushion behind him dipped, claws dragging him back until his head was in Keet's lap, the blue-feathered brother looking down at him while he licked his beak. “You look delicious like this." he crooned, a claw tracing Luvian's muzzle. “I can't wait for that muzzle to be knotted tight."

The hybrid blushed, whimpering until a tug on the leash, an item he'd forgotten about completely, made him jerk mildly upright. It was connected to an empty space on the collar, a vague shape that'd last been there when Ember first gave it to him. He'd not realized it'd disappeared as soon as Ember had let go of it last night, too distracted by other matters. It was both commanding yet gentle, making the hybrid mildly shudder at the feeling, chills running down his spine as Luvian looked up into Para's eyes once more. The gryphon grinned, his eyes glittering in the light. “It's a good way to test your rhythm skills, Luvi. As well as make sure ours stay perfectly sharpened. Just relax, it makes things easier for both you and me."

Something thumped against his belly. A look down showed it to be a meaty shaft, throbbing with a knot still hiding in its sheath. While not as large as Pearl's or Ember's had been, it was still plenty big, and before Luvian could properly respond his vision was darkened, musk filling his nose as Keet took the opportunity to drape his own balls across the wolfbird's face, cock dripping precum on the grey fur of the wolfbird's neck. The hybrid whined, weakly struggling once more before prolonged exposure made him still, groaning into the warm, churning space he'd been pressed into. Music muffled, but the bass was still going strong, thundering in his bones while the sound of conversation went unheard.

Groaning into the hot darkness, Luvian curled his talons, whining and twisting while his arms were pushed into the crevices between the cushions, effectively trapping them while Para pushed his thighs apart, rumbling something indecipherable that was met with sounds from Keet above him. A cock slapped against his rump, rubbed against him. The wolfbird let out a noise that meant something even he wasn't sure of. The gryphon took it as acceptance, pushing in slowly and steadily until he was resting halfway inside the hybrid.

With one brother's talons clenching around his thighs, the other took the opportunity to let Luvian breathe freely, finally allowed out from beneath the gryphon's sac. The hen gasped out, despite not truly needing the air, an action more of reflex and at the sensation of a cool breeze unmarked by musk moving across his face. Keet responded by gently moving the wolfbird's head back until he was looking upside down, at the shaft swaying before his eyes, the length throbbing in arousal and impatience. A noise from Para broke the moment, an angry huff leaving the blue-colored brother.

“That's very rude, you know. This is a team effort."

Para responded by clenching his talons just a bit tighter, remaining still as he slid off the couch, keeping Luvian in place as the wolfbird moaned and squeezed down. “And one that can't be done when we're both sitting down, not comfortably anyway."

Keet rolled his eyes, not that Luvian could see it, and stood, gripping the hybrid by the shoulders as the wolfbird whined between them. “Don't think this position is comfortable for him either, especially later on."

“Right you are, Keet. Let's fix that, shall we?"

'Fix that?...'

The two siblings twisted Luvian around, the spitroasted male squirming and nearly orgasming as flesh scraped pleasurably over his inner walls, groaning as he was turned face down towards the floor. His limbs limp below him as he convalesced, until Keet tapped his nose, forcing him to focus. “Now Luvi, we need a little bit of help from you. Just wrap your arms and legs around our waists, and do your best to hold on, at least for a little bit, okay? Nod if you understand."

At the slow, tiny nod, the gryphon smiled, straightening as his talons wrapped around the sides of the hybrid's chest. “Good boy. Now open~"

Luvian did so, blushing as a thick cock was pushed inside, threatening to push down his throat.

“And close~"

The wolfbird obeyed, doing his best as his weak muscles were willing to obey as he wrapped his talons about Para's waist, his arms around Keet's. Hoping he could remain in such a position for at least a little bit. “Now just relax, and be a good hen while we get started." Para crooned, doing something that made the volume of the music (which had somehow faded into the background) grow slightly in volume, the beat of it thrumming inside the hybrid.

The thump of the bass. Keet pushed in, cock sliding into and down the wolfbird's throat. Luvian could feel the magic of his collar come to life, as he continued to breathe despite his airway being blocked. Then he felt Para pull out almost entirely, the smaller hybrid letting out a whine as he felt things retract. Both brothers shushed him, and then-

Thump.

Another beat of the bass. Keet dragged back, pulling his cock out of Luvian's throat until he was back at where he'd started, grinning down at the squirming wolfbird, clenching down as Para thrust back inside, balls swaying, nearly slapping against the grey-furred rear of their hen. Not even a margin closer inside, but the thrust alone made Luvian quiver.

Thump. Another push down his throat, the fur of his neck bulging from the shape hidden inside his throat. His rump was vacated, even as the hybrid clenched down. Keet moved a talon to stroke at this fur, before withdrawing the ethereal collar Para had dropped, wrapping it around one hand while he tugged. The wolfbird came, spurting down onto the floor to the amused huff of both gryphons. “Kinky thing, we should tell the others."

“Less talking more fucking."

Thud.

Another beat, another swap of cocks exchanging depth. Luvian's arms burned, his thigh muscles cramped, but he continued on, desperate to please as he moaned and sucked around Keet's shaft. Just barely able to vocalize noises of pleasure while grey fur bulged yet again, this time in his lower stomach.

Thump.

Thud.

Thump.

Thud.

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Time was an infinite blur. There was only the beat of the music, one that thrummed in his chest, that was measured by which brother was pushing deep inside him, which end was getting filled by gryphon cock. Sometimes the speed of the switch changed. Fast-paced, both cocks sawing in and out of him roughly and without mercy, scraping his walls and making him clench down and whine, Other times it was slow, steady. The brothers taking turns grinding against whatever end was filled deepest, making him gurgle and shudder, eyes rolling as his limbs drooped, unable to keep up the strain of holding his body in place. He didn't know how long he'd been between them now. Ten minutes, twenty? An hour? His strength finally gave as he orgasmed yet again, twitching and clenching as the two gryphons continued their steady pace, matched to the bass of the song surrounding them.

The music played on. Precum sloshed inside him, drooled from the corners of his lips, rounding his belly until it swayed, out of time with himself and the siblings. The tips of his fingers and talons brushed against the floor, knots thumped against his face and rear. He couldn't think, couldn't….wha…nmmf….

Talons pinched into his hips, ran down the space between his wings. Shuddering, Luvian came again, eyes mostly closed, what remained of his vision foggy and unrecognizable. Laughter rang out in his ears, as though he was hearing it underwater. Muffled words, muffled sounds. His rump was dragged down until it ground against a thick knot, the gryphon beneath him slamming his hips forward every other beat. Other beats were found with his muzzle nestled between a pair of feathered legs, squashed against another knot until it seemed like musk would be permanently embedded inside his nose.

'But would that really be such a bad thing?' part of him whispered. 'Being a hen, being with gryphons, who both want to breed you senseless and dote upon your every whim?'

He didn't have an answer.

Talons pricked deeper into the flesh of his hips, making him twitch and shudder at the mild pain, even as it dragged him down further, the thumping rhythm inside the room increasing in tempo as his rump was stretched over that hefty, bulging knot. It was inexorable, pushing him down, widening him until….*SHLLLK*

Luvian came again, groaning around the cock pushed down his throat. Another talon gently pushed between his lips, teasing them open just that little bit wider, until his jaw ached from the strain.

*POP*

The knot slid across his teeth, locking itself behind them as his jaw relaxed back into a more comfortable position, no longer aching but more full of gryphon cock than it had been before.Squirming, Luvian heard the sound of muffled conversation. Two pairs of talons clamped around him, and cries rang out in his ears, loud even with his mind dulling his senses.

His belly gurgled. A pulse rippled through the sacs pressed against him, into the shafts spearing him through. Then through them, a hot, liquid load of seed dumping into his stomach from either end. It felt enormous. It was. Even now the hybrid could feel the fur along his lower belly brushing against the floor, swelling out, Another pulse. Another twin gush of gryphon cum. He didn't even need to gulp it down, the knot in his mouth ensuring that each load pumped down his throat never reached his mouth.

Pulse.

Spllrt.

Pulse.

Spppuuurrt.

Time marched on, the song ended. Luvian was filled with more cum, arms and legs limply wrapped about his gut as it expanded, pushing against the floor. Against the legs of the gryphon before him, wrapping around them to smush against another surface. Harder, though not as hard as a floor. The word escaped him. Most did. Thoughts did too as he shuddered, clenching,in a dry climax. Eyes rolled up into his head, moaning weakly around the knot in his maw. Talons dragged along the fur between his ears, down his neck to the base of his wings.

Shuddering, the wolfbird couldn't help but let his tail sway in bliss, until he was squashed down by the gryphon behind him.

They'd sprawled out on top of him, nothing escaping but everything sloshing. A beak nuzzled against his neck, nipped at his skin. Luvian whined in bliss.

His mind whispered things in his ears.

'Isn't this great to be a hen?'

Yes but-

'Heeeeen….'

I'm….

'Good boy.'

The hybrid came one last time before falling unconscious, all while the two gryphons pet, scritched, and otherwise doted upon the hen their boss had so generously hired. They'd look forward to next time, playing games, finding new ways to make Luvian squirm between them. For now, with Keet trapped against the couch and Para using the wolfbird as a bed, the siblings followed the hybrid's example and dozed off. All while their sacs clenched, their cocks pulsed, and dumped spurts of seed into Luvian's fluffy grey form, a bloat that would probably last well into the night.