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Bad Moon Rising

Crashley groaned and rolled over in her tangled nest of blankets. The gryphon roused slowly and stretched herself out with a rumbling yawn. She sat up and gingerly pulled apart the blinds on the window near the bed. The sun had already sunk below the city sky-line and was riding low on some distant horizon. She sighed as she grudgingly stumbled out of bed and snatched her cell phone off the nightstand as she slunk towards the bathroom. Crash thumbed through her messages as she turned on the shower and began to lazily shed yesterday's clothing that she'd carelessly passed out in.

There wasn't much of merit on her phone; a lot of calls from her family, a couple texts with meaningless gossip. She opened a small slew of instant messenger notifications with dwindling interest.

Muriat (7)

Hey, Crash, I'll be in town today and I thought I'd drop by.

I know you've been kinda lonely lately.

...

Uh, not to sound like a creepy nerd or anything.

Haha

I got a video game I thought you'd like. We can hang out and play it.

I know you're probably asleep right now, so I'll swing by some time around 7, k?

Crash smirked to herself as she set the phone down. The beastly bearded vulture was the very definition of not judging a book by its cover. He could look like a pretty intimidating brute, but he was really quite a sweetheart. She was preparing to step into the shower when she heard a loud knock on the door.

Shit.

Crashley turned off the water and looked around, hastily grabbing a can of deodorant and covering herself in a heavy cloud of 'Chick Magnet' spray-on scent. She bumbled out of the bathroom and sprinted over to the dresser, grabbing the first two articles of clothing she saw and pulling them on without a second thought as then raced over to the door.

"Hey!" she said as she threw open the door, somewhat out of breath. Her round, fuzzy little ears perked up as she had to incline her head to meet her guest's gaze.

"Uh, yeah, hi," Muriat's expression suddenly jumped as the door swung open. He looked down at the slight gryphon girl, raising an eyebrow at her. "Is it a bad time?"

It was clear he'd noticed the overwhelming reek of cheap spray-on deodorant wafting off her and the odd, extremely out of character dress. She'd pulled on a tight brown shirt with some generic design across the chest, obviously a size too small as it barely came to her navel and clung tightly to her slight chest. A pair of baggy cargo shorts were slipping off of her waist, the button fastening that secured them apparently missing. In her haste to dress herself she'd forgotten her undergarments completely and the cold air made that readily apparent.

"Oh, no no no, it's fine," Crash said as she backed out of the doorway and attempted to pull up her shorts stealthily.

Muriat gave an amused smirk and entered the apartment. He watched her slide along the wall awkwardly closing the door with her tail as she held onto her pants in a 'trying to look casual so you won't notice my pants falling down' sort of manner. He had to admit, it was pretty funny to watch her scramble so much. She was usually pretty cool, seeing her off guard was a nice change of pace.

The wolfbird sat himself down on the couch, turning his attention to the light blue 'No Signal' screen. "Your WiiU plugged in?" he asked as he held up a game case he'd apparently been holding onto the entire time.

"Yeah," Crashley said as she poured into the seat next him. She leaned forward to switch the console on and grab the controllers. Between the high cut shirt and the shorts desperate to escape the red blooded birdman beside her couldn't help but catch a generous eyeful of her shapely ass. She'd joked about it being perfect before, and from this vantage he couldn't really argue. A mischievous little idea wormed its way into his head and he grinned wickedly as he gave her an aggressive tap on the rump with his free hand. Even though it was fairly gentle it still made a satisfying noise as as the flesh yielded and jiggled enticingly.

The gryphon bolted up, her ears rolled back as she shot the vulture a dirty look. He merely grinned back as a reply; he could tell from the look in her eye she enjoyed it. "Relax, I'm just fooling with you," he said and casually handed the game case to her. She gave him a wary look, her tail curling around herself defensively as she leaned over to slid the disc in. This time the vulture went bolder, sliding his hand into her loose fitting pants and gave her cheek a firm grope.

"Staaaaaap," Crashley whined. She complained and looked cross, but she didn't attempt to penalize or impede him in any way. Instead she shoved the controller into his chest firmly and met his eyes for a moment.

Oh yeah, she wanted the D.

"C'mon, hit start already. I wanna finish it before you have to go... when do you gotta head out anyway?"

"Huh, oh, I need to be back at my place about midnight, but I can be a little late," he said, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. "I'm not that much of a hardcore completionist, I don't think we'll finish it. You can keep it though, we'll play next time I got a day off."

The gryphoness nodded, her eyes lingering him on a moment as if to say something else, then decided against it and turned back to the game. "Don't underestimate my 'tism when it comes to games."

They played in for some time, exchanging friendly conversation, playful barbs, and loaded glances. As the hours grew later and the sky grew darker the wereavian had moved closer, taking more attempts to touch the gryphon girl's body. Her front of being displeased with his attention crumbled a bit with each casual touch and meaningful stroke. Both bird's blood was burning hot, that much was obvious.

The moon had climbed high into the night sky, beaming brilliant rays that lit the dim room almost as if it were day. Ah, a full moon. That explained plenty. The silvery orb hanging in the sky whispered to Muriat's werewolf blood, drawing out a beast far more bold and aggressive than the usually reserved and submissive bird. If he was ever going to make a move on the she-gryphon, tonight was the night.

The savage wolfbird let his controller drop unceremoniously to floor as he reached over to the unguarded girl beside him. He slid his hand down the front of her pants forcefully and stroked her slit, his bare skin running over the increasingly damp fur.

"Wh-what are you," she stuttered, her breathing too heavy to properly form the words.

"Oh shut up, don't act like you don't want it too," he growled. His fingers pried apart her folds and he rubbed her sensitive little button with his thumb. He watched any and all desire to resist melt away in an instant as she writhed in her seat. "You've complained nonstop about how upset you are about not getting any lately. Well, I'm here now aren't I?"

The gryphon nodded timidly, unable to find her voice. He eyes widened as she saw the wolfman's cock emerge from its sheath. An eye catching bright red tip poked free, gradually tapering into his skin tone black in an intricate veiny pattern. It was bigger than she expected and seemed to almost hypnotize her as it pulsed in the chilly air.

"Why not admire it up close?" Muriat suggested, gently dragging her from the couch and onto the floor in front of him. His dick waved right in front of her face, the strong scent of arousal thick on the air. Tepidly Crash pressed her beak against it, nudging his member gingerly. He watched her carefully as her mouth opened, razor sharp beak opening around his sensitive flesh. He nearly jumped as he felt a sensation like wet sandpaper run along the underside of his girth. He grabbed the gryphon's head, gently guiding her as she licked up and down his length with her textured tongue. Though jarring at first once he got use to the sensation it was mind-blowing. Several beads of precum leaked from his tip, and she greedily lapped them up as well.

Sensation overload hit the birdman like a train. He carefully pulled her head away with a gentle tug and hefted her back onto the couch, her shorts slipping off effortlessly as he lifted her from the ground. He laid her out flat on her back, her legs slightly parted. She watched him with hawkish eyes as his hand ran along her soft cream belly fur. His hand slid under the tight clinging shirt and rolled it up as he trailed towards her breasts. He grabbed each handful of tit and began to massage them roughly, tweaking the nipples with his claws. The thus far quiet girl suddenly grew quite vocal, whimpering needily as he mauled her breasts.

Muriat began to grind his member against her crotch teasingly. He could see how badly she wanted it as she writhed and bucked her hips in an attempt to get him to penetrate her. He moved to deny her that satisfaction, his teasing grew proportionally rougher as she became more desperate.

"You fucking tease! Just stick it in already!" Crash barked suddenly, surprising both of them. Her eyes burned with need and frustration. It was cute, almost pathetically so.

"Fine, you desperate slut," he said sarcastically and laughed, giving her ass one more firm squeeze before he got up off the couch. "Get on the bed, this shitty couch was hurting my ass anyway."

Crashley nodded again, wiggling the rest of the way out of her clingy top and staggering to her feet. The vulture guided her to her bed with another rough slap to speed her along. Once at the bedside he tossed her face down on the mattress. He climbed into the bed behind her, latching his hands onto her hips as he teased her ready and gushing entrance with his red hot tip. "You ready for it?"

"Mhmm... Wait! I don't have any condoms... um... J-just pull out when you finish, unless you want to end up a dad, haha." Her nervous laughter made it seem as if she were suddenly rethinking it.

"Yeah," he chuckled back as a truly evil smirk claimed his features. He didn't want to give her the opportunity to take it back now. Besides, she did say 'unless'.

The bestial bird dug his nails into her side and thrust hard, skewering her with one swift move. The gryphoness cried out with a sharp squawk of protest as he stretched out her tight, neglected pussy. He sunk deeper inside, bit by bit, till he felt himself hit her wall. From the way she flinched he knew he had touched something sensitive. He slid his hips back slowly, feeling her tense up as he nearly pulled out. He then crammed his length back inside her forcefully, drawing a much louder cry.

He took little time in upping his pace as he pumped in and out of her with increasing fervor. Each thrust drew a lusty whimper as he rapidly rammed her cunt. Her cries grew louder and louder until he could feel her muscles spasm and seize around his dick.

Muriat couldn't help but laughed at how easy it was to milk an orgasm out of her already. She really DID need a good dicking with how repressed she was. Well, he'd see to it that she get a few more while he was here. It was just a matter of being a good guest!

He redoubled his efforts and began going harder and faster. His balls slapped against her dripping gash with each drive. Though it was quiet, he could hear Crash moaning his name into the bed as her talons clenched the sheets. Sweat began to bead on his flesh and his breathing grew deep as he watched the girl writhe under him.

As the pressure built inside him Muriat let go of her hips, instead hefting his full weight onto her back and gripping her about the shoulders, rutting like a feral beast. His thrusts grew deeper and harder, pushing the limits of what the smaller bird could take.

Crash responded with low, whorish moaning the likes of which he'd never heard before. Her back was arched perfectly to receive him, her tail busily brushing against his side and attempting to curl around him for support as another wave of pleasure wracked her body.

This time Muriat could feel her orgasm vibrate through his body as well. Though he was trying hard not to burst too early but it grew increasingly difficult to stave off with how eager she was. It was almost as if despite her warning, her body was begging to be bred. With the way the moon was affecting him, it shouldn't really be a surprise she was responding to his animal magnetism subconsciously. No matter what she muttered halfheartedly before they began, her moaning and screaming now made it clear she demanded more.

He could feel her body began to shudder and quake beneath him again, her cunt clamping around his cock like a vise trying to milk every last drop of seed from him. A few more quick thrusts and the vulture beast stuffed himself deep inside, rendering her motionless as he began to pump his cum into her waiting womb.

She came again immediately upon feeling the sweet warm liquid pouring deep inside her. Her whole body went limp from the force of the spasm that had ravaged her that time. She laid quietly, trying to catch her breath as she allowed the dirty mutt to empty the entirety of himself inside of her.

Muriat slid out of the gryphoness carefully so as not to spill a drop, leaving her rump stuck up in the air as the rest of her lie slack on the bed. He could see his cum pooled inside her slightly gaping puss, though most of it had been shot deeper inside where it had no chance of leaking out.

"You... you said you'd... pull out," Crash panted. She didn't sound mad so much as tired after the whole ordeal.

"You said unless... maybe I decided I want a couple pups," he chided playfully, his hand running over her soft belly fur again. He gingerly stroked her stomach and imagined what it would look like swollen up with his own offspring. It was an image he didn't dislike.

Crash shuddered under his touch, quiet for a moment before she mumbled to herself. "Well... maybe it won't take..."

Muriat merely laughed, reaching over and tugging on the window shade. The full moon's light poured over the bed, bathing both of them in its strange ethereal glow. Before the gryphon girl could utter a query she could feel the vulture's pointed dick prodding at her hole again.

"Don't worry, I've got all night."