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When Night received from his son a coupon for an afternoon of massages, hoof waxing, fur brushing and generalized relaxation, he thought foolishly that he would go alone. As he walked side by side with his son Niko to the doors, he chided himself with a smile. Things were never simple with Niko, and he wondered if the coupon was something Niko had earned for booking his own afternoon.

"This looks like quite the nice place," said Night, quietly. "Quaint. And in a wooded area. I like that."

Niko shot Night a sideways glance. "Do you? I'm glad. Myself, I wish it weren't so out-of-the-way, it's inconvenient... I mean, it will be inconvenient if I like it here and decide to come back."

"You're such an awful liar, I can hardly believe you're my own son," Night smiled. Niko scowled. His boyish face looked very attractive when anger marred it.

Night was a handsome hippogryph, a mythical fusion of bird and stallion. Niko's species was much the same, with the addition of fennec fox genes. His soft white fur, bushy tail, enormous ears and shorter height made him look considerably more vulnerable than the sturdy Night, but his sassy eyes, framed by highlighted bangs, provided evidence to the contrary. Their demeanors complimented each other, or so they had been told.

Niko bounded ahead of Night and held the door. Night passed his son and patted his shoulder fondly along the way. They were obviously related, sharing many physical traits. Their semi-frequent brushes against one another and longing pats on the hips and rear made this awkward in less progressive company.

"Hello, sirs," came the coo from the lovebird behind the oak counter. She batted her eyelashes and interlaced her fingers near her pelvis. The corners of her beak came up in a smile. "Afternoon for two?"

"Yes indeed, dear," Night smiled back. He handed over the coupon, then looked at Niko expectantly.

"She knows who I am," Niko huffed. He quickly snapped his indigo eyes - a trait inherited from Night - at the lovebird. "Because I made a reservation and I have a unique appearance, and not because I've been here before."

A sardonic quality affected the lovebird's smile. "Of course, yes," she said. "You must be Niko, whom I've never seen before. I have your reservation." She looked at Night and her smile lit up again. This was a common effect Night had on ladies, for his eyes were in perpetual bedroom mode. "Please have a seat, sirs," she looked at Niko briefly, "and I'll have someone right in to attend to you both." She paused, then asked, "Unless you'd prefer to be attended to separately?"

"No, no," Night said, hoping vaguely that he annoyed Niko. "My boy and I are a team."

The lovebird spoke softly into her desk phone. Within a few minutes, a sweet young thing walked out from the employees-only area. At a glance, Night didn't think he was a masseur. He was effeminate in ways much like Niko, with pronounced hips and rear. Like the father and son, he too had long blonde hair, some braided, most hanging freely. His exact species was some combination of fox and raccoon. Both Night and Niko could appreciate a tasteful hybrid.

"Hello there," the boy cooed, smiling at Night. "Hello Niko," he said emphatically. "First time?"

"Yes," Niko grunted. "Of course it is."

The foxcoon chuckled, covering his mouth. Night stood, then Niko joined him, and the former stuck out his hand and shook the boy's dainty paw. "What's your name, young man? I prefer to know someone's handle before I let them rub me," he winked.

Night's charisma worked on boys too. The foxcoon giggled coquettishly and nearly melted. "I'm Desmond, sir. I never knew you'd be so charming. Not that I have anybody to compare you to," he snidely added. Niko huffed nearby. "Please follow me," said Desmond as he led the father and son away. They followed closely, and neither was ashamed of checking Desmond out.

In the locker room, Niko moved with a knowing efficiency which Night found very suspicious and equally funny. He tailed his son and they shared a locker, redressing then in towels as Desmond looked unnecessarily away. "When you two feel comfortable," said the foxcoon, "I'll get you settled in at the sauna."

"Ah, I haven't been in one of those in years," Night chuckled. "Lead the way, son," he said with hope to cause some confusion. Desmond cheerfully led them off, and Niko avoided eye contact with Night.

Night's and Niko's hooves made soft percussion on the hardwood floors. This was in contrast to the whispering shuffle of Desmond's pads. Fitting a place of relaxation was the silence of the halls. There were speakers recessed into staggered nooks in the walls, but no music was coming out of them.

"Here we are, sirs," Desmond smiled, gesturing to the sauna's entrance. As the father and son entered, the foxcoon followed. Night immediately felt overwarm and he sighed long and loud. That Desmond seemed unaffected in the sweltering, humid heat in full uniform was startling.

The foxcoon, aware of Niko's impatient expression and clearly enjoying it, explained to Night the operation of the temperature controls. This explanation was patient, carefully enunciated in sweet tones, and went on for the best part of five minutes. Quite unabashedly, Night set a lingering hand on Desmond's shoulder and rubbed him gently.

"It's that simple, is it?" the gryphon politely asked. "Well, I think an old man like myself can figure this out. Thank you, Desmond."

Caught in the thrall of Night's charm like a deer in headlights, Desmond tittered stupidly. He smiled up at the bird with splayed ears and a toothy smile. "I will--, I'll be back to attend to you two within the hour." He paused and licked his jowls subtly, then pursed them. Niko scoffed and scuffed a hoof on the floor before he impudently took a seat in the center of the room.

"If you happen to require anything," said Desmond, "anything at all, you can page me with this button here."

Night looked where Desmond indicated. He smiled and slid his masculine hand down Desmond's flank, groping slightly in his lower armpit. "Anything, you say," he dryly noted. "I'll keep that in mind, young man."

Reluctantly, Desmond broke off from Night and headed out the door, leaving the father and son alone.

Night sat beside Niko and shed his towel, as Niko already had. Their colossal equine scrotums spilled out across the wooden benches beneath with heavy, flaccid cocks dangling over them.

"What a sweet boy," Night murmured. He looked at Niko, whom was pretending not to notice his gaze. "He seems like somebody you'd spend time with, son."

"Does he?" Niko asked, smiling angrily. "Hardly my type. Too blue collar."

Night chuckled and rubbed Niko's shoulder. His son grumbled but kept still. "Of course - silly me," Night apologetically said. "Pretty face, long blonde hair, round butt. He's too much like competition for you to want to rest your sweaty sack on his muzzle, isn't he?"

Niko bristled and splayed down his large ears. His bushy tail lashed. "I'm here to relax," he petulantly said.

This made Night laugh. It was a good-natured sound, but Niko frowned even more severely. "Of course, son," he tutted, placating Niko slightly. He bristled again when Night rumbled, "More for me."

A bit less than an hour passed before Desmond returned to find Night and Niko incredibly sweaty, sitting with their legs immodestly spread. Niko's fingers were interlaced over his slim belly. Night had his arms spread on the raised rim around the seating. They both looked at Desmond with disinterest and a smile, respectively.

"Hello, sirs," Desmond cooed, noticeably more collected than his last encounter in spite of the genitals on display. He had two large, fluffy, white towels in his grasp and he handed them off, collecting the used ones. "If you'll follow me..."

Father and son let themselves be led deeper into the building. Eventually they emerged out the back, going through a sliding glass door. This deposited the three of them onto a sprawling wooden deck overlooking the river and forest some thirty feet below. It was impossible for anybody canoeing to ogle the naked bodies resting on the spa's deck.

"What a lovely view," Night effused, walking to the edge and looking over the railing.

"It isn't that interesting, dad," Niko scoffed.

Desmond was coy. "It is the first time you see it, I find." Night chuckled. Niko huffed.

The young fox touched Night on the hip, earning a gentle smile from the gryphon. He gestured to the pair of comfortable-looking massage tables near one edge of the deck, under the cover of the wooden roof. Niko dropped his towel where he stood and knowingly took to the outer table, laying face-down on its surface. Night exchanged looks with Desmond which ended in a mutual shrug, then joined his son.

"We prefer not to use massage oils here," said Desmond, slipping off the entirety of his own clothing. Given Niko's lack of a reaction, Night assumed it to be routine. "Hence allowing you to sweat in the sauna," he noted.

"Interesting approach," Night said, flicking his horse tail.

Standing between the tables, Desmond set his paws on both Night and Niko's hips. He smiled. "Who first?"

"Me," Niko barked. "After all, I paid for both trips."

Annoying Niko, Desmond conferred with Night. The hippogryph concurred, however, in a patronizing tone. "Of course. My boy's a big spender, he should have his service first."

Desmond chuckled slyly. He clambered up onto Niko's table and straddled the fennec-gryphon's incredibly generous behind. Night rolled onto his side to observe and was quite surprised to note Niko's lack of complaint with Desmond's small genitals rubbing against his ass.

The foxcoon went straight to work. He kneaded deeply into Niko's slim back, digging into his shoulder blades. Beneath, Niko grunted and crooned almost orgasmically. His tail wagged around Desmond's side. "Mmm, god. Yes," Niko sighed. "You know just how to touch me."

Desmond wanted to lay on another joke at Niko's expense. He decided not to. As he worked, he asked quietly, "Will this be all, or would you like the full relaxation package, sir?"

"All of it," Niko emphatically said.

The foxcoon grinned. He looked at Night, who remarked, "I'll have the same, young man."

"I'd hoped you'd say that," Desmond cooed, working his paws down Niko's back and coming nearer to his pelvis. Then he started to scoot back, lewdly dragging his modest genitals across Niko's behind and the smooth back of his scrotum.

Desmond wrapped both paws around Niko's very thick, feminine thighs. He rubbed for barely five seconds when Niko groused, "No, that's enough of that, get to the next step."

"As you wish," Desmond assented, closing his paws around the plump hemispheres of Niko's silver ass. Night smiled widely and perked up an eyebrow.

Briefly Desmond looked at Night. The hippogryph was certain that in the glance, the twink winked at him. Then he pried apart Niko's cheeks, exposing the black horse flesh down between them. A thick black donut of an anus winked against the cool air, demanding Desmond's immediate attention. The foxcoon smooched the ring then closed his eyes and started to slurp and suckle, causing Niko immediate and outspoken pleasure. He slid his hooves off either side of the table and better spread his legs like so. He let his arms, formerly folded under his head, flop over the sides as well.

"Oh, yes," Niko sighed, adding to it a lurid chuckle. His tail swayed back and forth.

"My goodness," said Night, aroused by the sight of Desmond's work. "Quite an establishment you've brought me to, son."

Desmond's work was noisy and wet. He paused, but not before slurping up across Niko's backsack, taint, and pucker. "If you'd like, sir," he said, glancing at Night, "I can accommodate the both of you."

Then more than ever, Night really thought Desmond was his kind of boy. He couldn't stop a grin from spreading across his face, twisting up the corners of his beak as his purple eyes narrowed out. He stepped up to the foot of Niko's table and clutched Desmond's round rear in his masculine hands. The foxcoon moaned against Niko and held his banded tail high.

The hippogryph pulled apart Desmond's cheeks as Desmond did to his son. Between them, very reserved when compared to the swell of the anus he was detailing, was a tight pink ring which Night couldn't help but smile at. Night had no lips to kiss with, but he dragged his broad tongue across it. Desmond quivered and moaned. His toes curled. All three males sported erections at that point.

Licking a supple asshole was not a new activity for Night. He squeezed the foxcoon's cheeks, licked the pucker between them more firmly, and teasingly preened some of the fur on the base of Desmond's tail. He bumped the rounded edge of his beak on Desmond's ring, then opened wide and wriggled his tongue tip on the pink flesh.

As Night worked on him, Desmond whimpered and faltered. His work tapering off coaxed Niko into a haughty puff, his preferred show of annoyance. "I should have left you at home," Niko grumbled.

This made Night laugh. He patted Desmond's rear. "What's the matter, son?" he asked, the words dripping fake sympathy. Niko grumbled and lashed his tail.

Night rolled his eyes with a smile still on his face. Niko surprised Night and Desmond both when he firmly said, "Take care of my dad. You'll get back to me."

When the twink fox pulled back from Niko's rear and twisted around to face him, Night kept smiling. He touched the young man's hip, ignoring his small, but very hard penis. "What a cute boy. I can think of a thing or two that would help me relax."

"Is that so," Desmond dryly asked. Night winked and returned to his own table, but this time he lay upon his back. A fat, black cock protruded from his loins, listing boredly to one side. Pre drooled down the shaft, produced in a heavy, syrupy drip by the slit on the flared head. Night saw the lust in Desmond's eyes. So did Niko, and it caused him no small amount of annoyance, but he kept his tongue bitten.

Desmond mounted up on Night's table, his knees making dents in the firm padding. He knelt between the bird's legs, which Night had spread to give his scrotum room to spill out.

"You'll have to forgive me," the boy said with a smile, sliding his demure mitts up Night's shaft, then down again when he neared the flare. He traced the blatant outlines of the veins and planted a firm kiss upon the head, and to reach it, he didn't have to lean very far down.

"Will I?" Night tutted, smiling back. He folded his arms behind his head.

"Well," Desmond meekly laughed, covertly sniffing the bird's meat, "I'm typically not with men of your size. Or if I am, such as," he glanced aside, "your son I've never met before today, I tend to work on the other end." Niko scoffed with a blush on his cheeks.

Night was nothing if not patient. He trailed his tongue along the rim of his upper beak. "Not to worry, young man. Take your time... I'm in no rush. Far as I know, my girlfriend's out with my other son."

"The bear?" Niko asked petulantly. He added more warmly, "She's good with my hair."

Desmond and Night exchanged looks and smiled. The foxcoon brushed it off and dipped lower, smooching the head of Night's penis. Only then did he carefully, slowly engulf it, his cheeks attaining a beet-hued glow at the same time as they bulged to accommodate the gryphon's flare. He quietly moaned around the flesh and held it beneath the flare with one paw, but stroked down with the other, eventually clutching Night's scrotum. Night was simply too hung for Desmond to hold even one ball in his paw comfortably, but he made due by rubbing and caressing the whole of the smooth flesh. Night approved with a sigh, and his eyelids fluttered closed.

Boredly, Niko rolled onto his side to watch, propping up his head with a paw. His erection had fallen partly flaccid, and this he no doubt blamed his father for. "I'm sure you can handle more than just the tip," he sneered. "You look like the kind of fox who can handle a horse's cock."

"Be nice, son," Night chuckled, reaching down to rub the top of Desmond's head, threading his fingers through the twink's pretty blonde hair. "Though I must admit," he murmured, "a little more service would be nice."

Subtle but not undetectable, a smirk curved the corners of Desmond's mouth. He pushed downward, opening his girly maw wider. His jaws were pushed far apart to permit the bird's enormous member, and with such a wide split came a lack of finesse; drool ran down Night's penis in thick runners. Approvingly, Night moaned and continued to pet Desmond's head. "There we go," he purred.

"When I said you'd come back to me," Niko groused, "I assumed you wouldn't take all afternoon. At this rate the business hours will be over before I get my rocks off."

"Oh, Niko," Night chuckled, "why can't you be more like your brother Tracy?" Again, Niko scoffed.

Though Niko fussed, he also watched eagerly the way Desmond impaled his maw on Night's meat. It was slow going, rife with gulps and suckles to placate the gryphon, but he was gradually working it deeper. Eventually he reached the back end of his mouth and visibly braced himself. Night watched eagerly, smiling in a thin manner, saying nothing to break the boy's concentration.

As Night hoped, Desmond defied his own tight throat and swallowed the head of his cock. The flare was of course the greatest challenge and the foxcoon winced and sprouted tears at the corners of his eyes, but he did not gag. And Night, partially enveloped in the velvet warmth of the twink's throat, fully relaxed against the table and crooned.

"Well," snickered Niko, "I didn't think he'd be able to do it."

"Being nice helps," Night slyly noted, caressing young Desmond's crown. "More flies with honey."

Under Night's soft touch, the foxcoon pushed down further and further, wedging open his throat in the process. He wiped his eyes discreetly and reoriented himself, the result being his body prone on all fours.

Haughty Niko scanned down Desmond's body, ultimately coming to look at his hips. He felt the fox sported a nice, round behind, but not one to compare to his own. Flagged high above Desmond's ass was his banded, bushy tail, and it swished from side to side. The younger gryphon grinned. No such behavior from a fox was anything but an offer. He slipped smoothly off the table and walked knowingly to the wooden shelves.

Neither Night nor Desmond, both with their eyes closed and their minds distracted, knew what Niko was doing until he climbed onto Night's table and made it shift. Night looked around Desmond and smiled at his son in a bemused manner. The expression grew more coy and even broke for a laugh when he saw that his son had a bottle of lubricant.

"You may want to relax, Desmond," Night chuckled. "Seems like my boy's taking after his father. I'm an ass man, you see."

Niko emitted a derisive noise and began simultaneously fluffing and lubing himself. Like his father, he was partly a stallion, with the lower half of one and all that that entailed. And so, like Night, he had a dense, black horse cock very near a foot in length, earnestly producing its own lubricant while dripping the synthetic kind from Niko's broad strokes.

It was with no small grin on his face that Niko pried apart Desmond's cheeks and pushed two slippery fingers against the twink's anus. The pink flesh tensed, and Desmond moaned about Night's penis. "You'll thank me for this," the young gryphon darkly said, driving his fingers in slowly.

Around Niko's fingers, Desmond's asshole gripped and resisted, to which Niko pushed in harder and liberally applied more lube. It ran down his taint and soaked into his fur. With a smirk on his beak, Niko brusquely said, "I think you're slick enough now. I have the feeling you stretch quite often."

Though it was much too catty to say, Night smiled and thought, if his throat is any indication, then yes.

Gently, Niko pulled his fingers back and wiped the excess lube into Desmond's hip fur. He pried the cheeks apart for a second time and scooted forward, slapping his shaft between them, laying it in perpendicular. He ground momentarily in the twink's ass crack, savoring his soft fur before gripping the shaft and pressing its broad, flared head against the boy's entrance. Desmond noticeably tensed, gulping around Night.

As Niko entered Desmond, he moaned quietly and with a frown as if he were loathe to admit how pleasurable he found the foxcoon. To no one's surprise, Desmond weathered the anal penetration well, and perhaps to show off, he began bobbing on the father gryphon's shaft, the bottommost inches of which he had caked in saliva.

When the middle ring of his meat pressed into Desmond, Niko slid his paws up the boy's flanks, going first against the grain, then with it down his back. He eventually gripped the twink's tail and corkscrewed it under his armpit, over his shoulder blades and around his neck, holding it there with an air of glamour. His hips kissed up to the fox's pillowy rear, and he sighed. "Quite a nice place," he remarked dryly, looking out at the scenic view. Rain had begun to fall, growing steadier as time went by.

"Mmhmm," cooed Night, petting over Desmond's pretty head with both hands. "I'll have to bring Tracy here." He chuckled. "Maybe Farrah, too."

"You and your girlfriends," Niko puffed, pulling back from Desmond's hips with some spite. With much the same attitude, he mashed his hips forth and caused a muted smack. Desmond grunted around Night and planted both paws on the table, gripping the edges tightly.

Apparently Night was apt to take Desmond's deep throating passively, but Niko worked up an impatient rhythm. He jostled the fox with every buck, but the table didn't budge. Despite his best efforts to remain silent and therefore aloof, he quietly moaned and cooed. Undermining his attitude further, he stroked Desmond's torso in a suspiciously fond, familiar manner. And from there, he reached down and grasped the twink's very small penis, though his fennec paw was of the perfect size to grip it.

Desmond made pleasurable sounds around Night's shaft, the noises intermingling with his suckles and gulps. The more Night stroked his head and rubbed his ears, the more lovingly he performed, and the hippogryph wasn't ignorant to the cause and effect. It of course coaxed Night to be more and more affectionate with the boy, loving on him at times as if he were a dog.

It was impossible to tell which of the two members Desmond liked more. His cock throbbed sharply in Niko's grasp, and more so when the sassy gryphon began stroking him. Hoping to coax Niko into rougher sex, he bucked his round ass into Niko's wide hips. The young gryphon clicked his beak and vindictively pulled back only to mash his hips forward. Desmond groaned in gratification.

"What a fun little man," Night sighed, speaking in a fond, lazy cadence. He rubbed firmly behind Desmond's ears, even digging his thumbs down into their cups a bit, and the result was a foxcoon briefly paralyzed by pleasure. But when he resumed, he suckled with all his might, and he forced himself as low as he could possibly go, utterly burying Night's cock in his throat. As the final touch, when he had forced Night to bottom out in his maw, he forced his tongue out and dragged it along the father gryphon's balls. Subtle though the touch was, Night appreciated it.

With nothing coy or catty to say on the matter, Niko merely continued to rut the girlish fox. He eventually rested atop Desmond, letting the twink's tail drift away in exchange for better leverage with which to fuck the foxcoon. He rudely smashed his hips against Desmond's round, fine ass again and again, his great balls swinging up between Desmond's thighs, his own paw jerking the twink's small, uncut meat rapidly.

"I'm about there, honey," Night cooed to Desmond, patting the back of his head. "If you don't think you can handle it, well, that's fine."

Not to be outdone, Niko huffed, "I'm almost done, myself. And you'd better be able to handle it, because I detest pulling out." Night, then as ever, chuckled.

It was of course Night's covert hope that Desmond would gulp it down. Besides saving him the trouble of cleaning up a big mess, it gave him considerable pleasure just to see his load devoured by a hungry maw. Desmond, promisingly, merely continued his work, and the older gryphon smiled in realization of Desmond's dedication. "Mmm, good boy," he sighed, letting his hands fall away, eventually hanging his arms off the sides of the table.

Niko's ever move was in sharp relief to Night's lazy enjoyment of the boy. His bucking was nearly brutal, his use of Desmond's ass at best casual and at worst hateful, but throughout, he continued to stroke the fox's little cock. From his beak came distinctly undignified sounds of pleasure, inelegant grunts as he neared his release, and even more unlike his image, he huffed dirty nothings, praising Desmond for his tight fuckhole, among other physical pleasures. The familiarity with which he praised Desmond wasn't lost on Night.

Neither Niko nor Night came first: Desmond groaned mutedly around Night's meat, and his young, fine body trembled. He clenched at both ends, unintentionally throttling his air supply, but also causing himself enormous pleasure as his clenching forced Niko's cock against his warm inner walls, and that entailed much prostate stimulation. When the first spurt of his orgasm oozed into Niko's fingers, he crooned in bliss. The lack of breath was making him lightheaded, but he rode it for a moment, letting it enhance his release.

"Well!" Niko scoffed, ceasing his stroking, and briefly ceasing his bucking too. He held Desmond's penis uncertainly, then smeared the semen off onto the foxcoon's breast. As he resumed his stellar pace, he said to his father, "He came before the men he's supposed to be helping..."

"Take it as a compliment, son," Night purred, interlacing his fingers behind his head. "And at the very least, stop complaining for a little while," he chuckled. The scowl on Niko's face was legendary.

By the time afterglow warmed his body, Desmond had regained finer control of his throat and was able to breathe more freely. He redoubled his efforts on Night by bobbing and gulping much more quickly, and though he tried to push his butt back for Niko, the younger, more feisty gryphon was pounding much too fast for Desmond to really involve himself.

Finally Night began to moan, and he again petted Desmond's head gently and fondly, only once gripping his crown as the greatest burst of pleasure wracked his body. Following that, he fell into moaning and panting, and he shot his seed deep into Desmond's throat, bypassing his mouth and dumping it all down into his belly. Desmond of course blushed more brightly, and he ceased his affections in case the gryphon's flesh became oversensitive.

Before Night was through unloading his heavy balls, Niko finished last, and though he was undoubtedly sore about it, he miraculously said nothing. Hugging Desmond tightly and absently clicking his beak, the young gryphon bucked as roughly into Desmond as he could just a few more times, and then that was that. His muscles began to tense, then they sharply weakened. He gasped and squeezed the foxcoon with all his girlish strength, and then he came, shooting a dense load deep into the twink.

Niko's mess didn't stay inside of Desmond for long. Indeed, the sticky fluid found all the little breaks in the seal formed by Desmond's anus, and it escaped through them, sometimes under very high pressure. It left both young men quite messy, Niko's semen dripping off their balls like sweat on a particularly warm day.

Slowly, Desmond pulled up and off of Night. Dislodging the waning flare from his throat caused Desmond to cough, but he did so demurely into his paw. At Night's urging, he and Niko came forward, and they fell together in a stack, Desmond between the father and son. They listened to the rain and enjoyed the fresh nature smells for a little while. Then Niko interrupted the abiding silence when he grumbled, "I still want my hooves polished, Desmond."

"I'll try," Desmond said. His voice was weak and raw, but a smile covered his face. He kissed Night's beak and turned his head aside. "Let's hope I can do it right, since I've never seen you before."

Night enjoyed a very good laugh at the sight of Niko's grumpy face.