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I stirred in my bed, rolling onto my side as a gentle burp escaped my beak. I had no idea what time it was, but it felt like I must have missed a whole day because I was tired; there was sun streaming in through the window next to the bed and the two-toned chirping of spring time birds just outside. Upon looking up at the clock, I was disappointed to see it was still pretty early, seventh hour in a twenty hour day.

As I slept, I had been breathing with my mouth instead of nares, so I had to take a moment to lick the roof of my maw, careful to not catch any of the tiny teeth that lined my gums. A series of lumps could be felt swollen in my sheath, a pleasant bit of morning wood to start the day. "Well, good morning to me." I grumbled, swinging my legs around the side of the nest to rest on the bed. Though I had not yet woken up fully, I still felt myself idly rubbing at myself, peeling the sheath back to expose the dark flesh of my cock.

It glistened in the morning sun, and a part of me really wanted to bend over and give myself a suckle, but the combination of a beak and sharp snakelike teeth meant that was a bad idea in the first place, and my pudge ensured I couldn't reach if I wanted to. Regardless, I still gave myself a rub by stroking my soft sheath flesh up and down my length.

Any pleasure I might have gotten was completely drained the second I heard the banging of pots downstairs. Ilorek must have gotten up early to make himself breakfast, which wasn't uncommon for him. Problem was, he always sounded angry, banging the pots and stomping on the tile floor with his talons in a way that always filled me with the adrenaline that prepared me for a fight; as a result, my cock shriveled and retreated to its sheath, not interested in coming out to play this morning.

To be honest, I was pretty sure I could stroke myself back to arousal, but it was just morning wood so it wasn't really worth maintaining. Instead, I got up and stretched, yawning heavily as I tensed up every muscle in my legs. The release of tension burst a blast of ademane through my body that helped to relax me, making me shudder in delight before deciding it was time to start my day.

First thing's first, piss break. Had to hang a leak.

As I made my way through my room, I passed by all three tanks for my three pet snakes. Ssevarine, my python, was balled up underneath a log, as she often was, while both my boas were out basking under their heat lamps. Yetzer was coiled up on a rock with his tail gripping at a nearby branch, whereas Leera - my largest snake - was draped over three different branches with her head nestled in between two of her coils like a pillow. Cute snakes, they made my day.

I walked out of my room as quietly as I could, gently stepping on my toes instead of heels; this was a natural thing for me, I wasn't making any conscious effort to be quiet but just stepping as I usually did. In the bathroom, I squatted down and let go, the relief overcoming me as I smiled, my mind slowly putting together the plans for the rest of the day.

For breakfast, might have some eggs and bacon with hash browns if I felt like cooking; maybe Ilorek had prepared enough for both of us. I wasn't sure. For lunch, I had some chicken breast and all the ingredients needed for caesar salad, so I could go with something like that. Dinner would be a bit more time intensive, since I needed to make the marinara and noodles both, then roll the meatballs. Lots of work, but home made food was so much tastier, cheaper, and better for me. With the bit of pudge I had, I needed to get in shape. I was too heavy to fly and had considered having my wings amputated, but I liked the idea of getting into shape, more.

Part of me wanted to go turn on the computer, chat with some long-distance friends, and maybe set up another order of potions that I had been making for delivery, but I decided not to. It was weekend, I wasn't heading to school, and my job could be put on hold for a day; as it stood my potion making business had been blossoming, and my writing career - though in its infancy - had been making progress. I was in a good place, so I decided to take a personal day.

He and I both attended the Klyneth Academy of Science and Magic, with him focusing more on the physics and chemistry while I focused more on the magic and biology. Between the two of us, we were pretty well prepared to tackle any problem or deal with any academic endeavor. Though we both shared a passion for knowledge, he was a bit more social and personable than I was, often inviting people over, going out for social gatherings, and sometimes even drinking, all things I generally avoided. I didn't dislike his differences, but it did often lead to me locking my door and ignoring the outside world for days on end.

Neither Ilorek nor I tended to get dressed when we weren't having guests, since our fur and feathers covered most of our bodies. Rather than go back to my room, I hopped down the stairs and turned to head towards the kitchen. "Hey, Ilorek! What's on the menu today? You makin' any for me?" As I stepped into the kitchen and looked around the fridge, I could see he was standing next to the stove, naked with his cock semi-erect and hanging down in front of him.

"Just some sausage patties, fried eggs over hard, and delicious breakfast muffins." He explained, lightly flipping at one of the patties. "You want a breakfast sandwich with me? Got all the meat you could hope for!" He gape-grinned at me and seductively winked his one golden eye.

I just sighed and opened the fridge, eager to get myself a bit of a wake-up drink. Water or tea always started my day, and I needed to fill the kettle. In response to Ilorek, I lightly berated him. "Come on man, put that thing away, you're makin' me jealous." His cock was huge, thick and long like a horse's with the faintest of knots bulging out under the loose-fitting skin between median ring and sheath. I was average sized, but he was hung to the knees. Lucky bastard.

In typical Ilorek fashion, he stepped up to me so that the bulge of his member pressed against my upper thigh, deliberately trying to make me feel uncomfortable. "What's the matter, hungry for a different kind of meat? Maybe I could help you out with that?" He stepped up behind me and grabbed himself, forcing the end half of it up between my rump cheeks and under my tail.

Three years of living with Ilorek made me appreciate his brash sense of humor and somewhat off-putting lack of boundaries, doubly so since I was occasionally in the mood to bend over for him and have that massive weapon used on me. This time I tensed my lower back to expose my rump for him, his light musk and forward nature a trigger for my arousal. "You made my lose my morning wood with your banging around, I hope you're willing to make up for that egregious lapse in judgement." I cooed at him as I grinded back against him.

He grabbed at my rump cheek and gave a squeeze before stepping back to his frying pan. "We can have fun later, I'm cooking for now."

"Fucking cocktease." I grumped, huffing as I crossed my arms. In reality, he and I weren't dating or anything - in fact both of us preferred females and were single - but we both shared a lack of traditional relationship values and we both understood there was a difference between physical and emotional sexuality. Besides, we were both perfect for each other, as far as gay sensuality was concerned. His massive cock was always looking to find a hole it could fit in and my rump was quite spacious; if I wanted to top, horse butt was definitely my favorite butt. Nothing compared to mare pussy, but about as close as it comes without slipping gender transformation potion into his coffee.

Also, his cum was the only cum I'd ever tasted that didn't make me gag.

"Not a cocktease." He assured me as he buttered one of the buns, placing it down on the frying pan with an audible sizzle. "Just not an appropriate time right now. I'd hate to waste perfectly good food, and I'm pretty hungry." He grabbed the buns again and tossed everything needed into a stack; bun, cheese, sausage patty, folded fried egg, cheese, and bun again. After taking a bite, he walked past me, leaving everything I needed for my own sandwich in the pan.

My cock was swollen in its sheath thanks to the light tease at my rump, but he was right when he said it would be a shame to waste food, so I ignored my early morning desires to enjoy breakfast instead. After stacking the sandwich parts, I turned to go to the living room, only to see that Ilorek was standing tall behind me, chewing his breakfast. He was taller than me by half a head, so it was somewhat intimidating to have him standing over me, chest puffed out and sly grin on his face.

In mock defiance, I took a big bite out of my sandwich and glared back at him, an excited throbbing pumping my cock to a semi-aroused state.

He gulped back his food and nodded towards me, grabbing my shoulder to spin me around and force me down against the counter top. Before I had time to respond in any significant way, he grabbed at the base of my tail and hoisted it up, exposing my meaty rump hole. He spat in his hand and smeared it up between my cheeks, slipping a finger into me in order to distribute the lube all over. When his digit passed through my pucker, he found I was already juicy and ready for him, my soft flesh secreting its own lubricating slime for him.

"What took you so long, slut?" I taunted him, gently wagging my hind end, followed by a huge bite of my sandwich. What a wonderful way to start my day, with breakfast and a good mounting by a wonderfully aggressive stallion-drake.

"Quit your bitchin, needed my energy." He retorted, giving a powerful yank of my tail at the same time he tensed up his member to full mast. I could see over my shoulder that there was a gooey mess leaking out the end, soaking his tip and preparing him for me. Or me for him. Whatever. Regardless, he leaned in and started rubbing himself on me, smearing his viscous precum all over my ass, the protruding urethral meatus prodding into my pucker as his bulbous cock tip kissed at my hole. He wasn't the kind to wait, so I was granted only a few seconds to appreciate and enjoy his gentle caress before he leaned into me, his cock tip popping into my backside with ease.

I curled my toe talons against the tiling of the floor as his length plunged into me from tip to base. I could feel my muscles twitching and taint pulsing against his flesh as he bucked into me; I was so distracted by his quick penetration that I dropped my sandwich on the counter and nestled my head into my elbow, barely able to muffle the whimpering moan that escaped my beak. I clenched as best I could, ensuring he felt my flesh squeezing his every bit from flare to sheath.

He bucked into me again, slamming his hips to mine as he yanked on my tail, ensuring he got as deep as he could against my tender flesh. Inside, I could feel the expanding girth of his unflared tip plugging my bowels as he slammed himself time and time against me. Each of his thrusts were a shallow motion that tugged on my flesh thanks to the suction formed between his massive rimmed flare and my ass lips. The slight discomfort was heaven for me, as it was a reminder of just how thick and deep he was pounding me.

Luckily for both of us, we had an agreement wherein he didn't have to fake stamina just to please me, and I didn't tease him for his hair trigger. Stallions weren't known for lasting long, and I was satisfied after only a few minutes so he was welcome to have a go at me, finish, and go on with his day. He would abide by this rule by being quick, aggressive, and thorough, finishing before I did!

After only a few dozen strong, full-length thrusts, I felt his flare explode within me, pressing out against every one of my walls from top to bottom and applying just the right pressure on my prostate as he offered his final bucks. He angled himself and slammed that massive cock into me as deep as it would go, the flared head plugging my depths as his member twitched and spat stream after stream of his seed into me. The best thing about that was the tensing I felt caressing my pucker, expanding against my squeezes to trap the cum deep inside me.

I could feel my own cock drooling in arousal through the end of my sheath as his warmth spread through me, the pressure milking my fluids from their depths. Despite being on bottom, I was exhausted, panting heavily as my flesh twitched and squeezed at his length to suckle every last bit of his essence from those massive balls of his. Sadly he was already growing soft, having finished by depositing a glorious mess in me.

He let go of my tail and pulled out slowly, a pop and squelch emanating from between us as his deflating flare escaped me with a torrent of stallion cum. I immediately reached back and slid a couple fingers into myself to caress my now-sore hole, all while mixing in with the gooey mess he'd left there.

"Alright, I got some places to be." He announced, slapping my rump and walking away, his cock dripping cum as it folded up and retreated into his sheath. He was headed to the basement, his room.

"What have ya got in mind?" I asked, slowly getting up and clenching my rump shut to keep as much of his cum in me. I could feel it sloshing about, filling every fold and wrinkle in my bowels. "Will you be here for dinner?"

As he made his way down the stairs, he called back up. "Probably! Why? You need another load to keep yourself happy?"

I stepped up to the top of the stairs to call down. "I was gonna do linguine, meatballs, and home made marinara. Wanted to know if I should make enough for two." As I spoke, I half-concentrated on clenching my rump, still sure to keep that delicious cum from leaving me before I was ready.

"Make enough for three. Might have a foxy lady over tonight if things go well at the tournament." His dresser drawers could be heard opening and closing, as he was getting dressed. I didn't hear him clean his junk off, since I knew he liked to bask in the scent of his own arousal.

Of course, that meant that I'd have to deal with Ilorek's loud mating when he was with a female. Not only that, but I couldn't walk around naked when he had a guest over so I'd have to put on some shorts or something if I wanted to get involved with the socialization taking place. It would be a great opportunity for me to jokingly make comments about 'the Saff'Raldian hippogryph courting the local females', but in reality I just didn't want to participate. I had already offered him a meal, and when it came to pasta, making an extra portion took virtually no extra work, so I agreed to it. "Yeah, sure."

Before he could comment, I darted back upstairs, then turned when I realized I had forgotten my breakfast sandwich on the counter. After grabbing my noms, I went back upstairs to retire to my room. My safe haven. My den. Nobody bothered me when I was alone in my room, they knew better.

Downstairs, I could hear Ilorek collecting his things and heading out. I didn't know where he was going, probably some sports thing or a concert; all I cared was that he was gone and I had the apartment to myself for the next few hours before he returned. There were plenty of things to do in that spare time.

First thing I did was grab a towel and lay it down on the ground between my reclining chair and computer screen, sniffing my fingers to sample the sweet earthiness of Ilorek's essence on my digits. Second thing I did was turn on my computer, eager to get out the camera and have some fun. I liked to record a bunch of my post-Ilorek play sessions, and some of them got posted on amateur sites for my friends to enjoy. I may have been on the pudgy side, but I hear my ass is wonderful and a lot of people love watching gryphon porn, especially one who's holes are so hungry.

Once my system had booted up, I turned on the HD cam and angled it upward at my crotch area, then squatted down to give a good view of my tender pucker. I didn't talk in my videos, just showed what needed to be showed and posted it. From there, I turned on a light and started recording as I reached down and started playing with myself.

His cum was still sloshing around inside me, and the second I plunged two fingers into myself I felt a splash against my palm to leave a gooey mess on the towel below. To me this was about pleasure first, so I curled my digits up to caress my swollen, tenderized prostate in order to coax more of my own fluids from my cock. Though the camera mostly focused on my rump end, it caught a glimmering strand of precum dribbling off the tip of my sheath to join the mounds of horse cum on the towel.

After giving myself a gentle caress and rub, I pulled my fingers out and gave them a sniff, reveling in the scent that Ilorek had left in me. It's amazing what horse seed would do to me; Most of the time I was only interested in females - preferably other burds - but when it came to equines of any sort, I happily lifted tail and let them make me their mare. To me, equines are the physical embodiment of pure sexual strength, and nothing coaxes my submission out of me more than a stud would.

I still preferred mares, but stallions allowed exceptions in so many ways. With Ilorek, I'd experimented with him by sucking his cock, eating him out after I fucked him, tasting his mess after he was done fucking me, and once I even tried letting him and Vaulix double team me. That last one was incredibly fun, I'd be happy to spread my legs for them again, since the sensations were unlike anything I'd felt before.

Still in front of the camera, I reached my other hand down around my rump cheek to join the first one, spreading my ass lips open to reveal the deep cherry pink inside accented by the creamy white of stallion cum lightly dribbling out. As planned, I always had a toy nearby, so I grabbed my stallion dong and coated it with lube before aiming its head at my hole and squatting down on it.

The camera got a nice look as my ebony-fleshed pucker swallowed every last bit of that toy, from unflared tip to base. I did let out the faintest of chirps in pleasure as the toy slid into me, but I was keen on maintaining silence. After growing comfortable, I started bouncing up and down on it, thinking about the brief but intense mounting I'd gotten from Ilorek. Sadly, the toy couldn't cum like some of the ones I owned, so I had to rely on the remnants of what my roommate had left in me for the creampie end.

While still bouncing on the toy, I grabbed the head of my cock and peeled the sheath back, my fluids soaking my hand as I exposed myself. The musk of Ilorek's seed was still wafting up from between my legs, so I maintained a desire for cum; but it was only stallion cum as opposed to my own. I hated the taste of my own, or any other than Ilorek's, really. I had to resist sliding my hand up my cock length to lick at the pool that would form between thumb and forefinger.

Instead, I forced the sheath fully back with a pop as the bulges of my knot emerged from its depths. Masturbating for me was easy, especially with a toy slamming my ass like the stallion dong was doing to me. All I needed to do was keep up the pressure behind the knot and gently stroke at my shaft, fingers sliding over the rib-like ridges that lined either side. The warmth and pressure mixed with the stimulation of the barbs - each one similar to the papillae of feline tongue - to put me over the top pretty quickly.

After all, I'd been teased by Ilorek; I was on the verge before any toy touched me.

The pleasure flowing through me from cock top to under-tail tensed everything in between, and I squeezed at the base of my know tightly while clenching around my shaft just beneath the barbed tip, further accenting the squirt of cum that erupted! My entire body shuddered in delight as I slammed my rump down on the toy, nearly swallowing all of it as I angled my cock down so the camera could see the bursts of seed pumping out the end of it. The longer I held at the base of my knot, the more pumps came out, and the more exhausted I felt.

A dozen or so ejaculations, I finally felt like I could let go and finish the video. As I peeled my fingers away from myself, tiny webs of fluid traced bridges from my cock to my hand, which I unceremoniously wiped on my belly fur. After that, I shifted and pushed up off the toy as I grabbed at my cheeks, angling my rump at the last second to make it fall over as I pulled my rump open, leaving a cherry pink stallion-cum-covered gape, highlighted by the black flesh of my pucker and the creamy white of Ilorek's essence dribbling out over the base of my tail.

Content, I clenched up to squeeze the last of the cum out of me - the final vestiges tickling my pucker before dripping down onto the towel - before reaching over to grab the camera and shut it off. One more success.

Rather than immediately upload it or connect it to my computer, I simply closed the shutter, wiped my rump off and cleaned it of lube, and wrapped the toy up to clean it later. My legs and knees were weakened by the brisk yet intense session, and I was ready to stretch them out. The toy was covered in cum and lube, no other sorts of anal mess, so it could wait.

My knot was already subsiding, shriveling to slip back into its sheath with the rest of my cock. The bits of fluids that scraped up its length pooled at my sheath tip, so I squeezed it between my fingertips and wiped it on the towel before carrying on with my day. First thing I did was take a shower and plan the following activities.

Time taken in the shower often ended up to dedicating my thoughts to anything that came to mind. Though I had to get cleaned, and had some marinara to make, my mind wandered to the jealousy I had towards humans. See, as a gryphon, my body was covered in feathers and fur everywhere except my forearms, which were hard black flesh. This meant that, when showering, I had to get three different kinds of soaps: One for my furred lower half, one for my feathered upper half, and one for my rough-skinned forearms. Sure, they made types of soap that could do both, but it just wasn't the same; I preferred to treat myself by catering to each part of my body on its own.

Humans, however, had only a small head of hair and skin covering the rest of their bodies. One type of soap could care for almost all of their bodies, and that meant that a shower often lasted mere minutes for a human. I, on the other wing, was often in there for upwards of an hour. Both my fur and feathers were aggressively hydrophobic, so I needed to actively work at rubbing soap into every inch of my body, then rinse off by doing the same thing again. Sure, I enjoyed the shower due to the fact I got to be left alone in the warmth and moisture, but it was a lot of work.

Naturally, I spent a lot of time under my tail, cleaning myself of the last traces of lube and Ilorek both inside and out. Though the warmth and solitude of a shower was often a joy to me, that was always the best part. Well, that and cleaning sheath.

After finishing up, I shook myself clean of any water or mess, then patted myself down with a towel until I was more or less dry. I did have to run a brush through my feathers and fur, but that didn't take as long since I kept my fur short and feathers adjusted themselves fairly well on their own.

Now it was time for food! I had quite the project in mind, and I knew it would take many hours to prepare, simmer, and cook.

Still naked, I made my way down the stairs and immediately started grabbing everything I needed to make myself some marinara, pasta, and meatballs. First up, a huge deep dish frying pan to make the sauce. In went some olive oil, chopped garlic, finely chopped onion, and my secret ingredient: Roasted Red Pepper dressing. Within seconds, the concoction was sizzling and smelling delicious. I gave it a few idle tosses and mixes with a ladle as I chopped up the next ingredient, half a red bell pepper. That got tossed in with the onion and garlic, quickly crisping up. I turned the temperature down and went onto the next step, which was the tomatoes. I had peeled and boiled them the night before, so they were nice and soft as they needed to be, so I chopped them up as well and tossed them into the pan with the existing ingredients.

At this point, I was to take a few minutes to start cleaning. I may have just started, but I like to keep myself and my environment clean and tidy so I started filling the sink with some soap in there as well. As that was happening, I returned to the stewing pan of tomatoes and other ingredients. At this point it was still pretty rudimentary, lacking the deep flavors that I craved, so I went to the cupboard and grabbed a few key spices such as Salt, pepper, and some dried herbs. Another bit of prep that I'd taken care of the night before was to dehydrate my parsley, basil, orgegano, and my secret ingredient: mint. Gotta be gentle with the mint, because it gets overpowering quite quickly.

After chopping up the herbs in one big pile, I sprinkled them into the mixture and did some salt and pepper grinding as well to finish it up. Most chefs would taste their concoction every step of the way, but I knew that marinara tasted terrible until it was done so there was really no point in it.

Now that all the ingredients - sans the tomato paste that I would put in at the end - were all together and simmering in the pan, I went on to make the pasta. This was the part that I hated the most, since it took so long and I hated the feeling of everything sticking to my hands. Put some egg, flour, garlic powder, and onion powder in a pile, stir it up with the claws, and knead it until it was a light yellow, firm ball of pasta dough. This actually took close to half an hour and I kept stirring the marinara every step of the way to slowly boil away the extra water, reducing it to more of a thick paste. With the pasta dough done and rising, I was able to go back to the marinara to shred some solid, pure parmesan into the mixture to help thicken it and give it a bit of a bite.

Next, I flattened my pasta dough in the roller, stretching it out to maximum length before cutting it into thick strands. I balled up bits of it and cut them into 20cm lengths, draping them over a pasta rack. Perfect. Good start. I'd be frying them up in a light mix of butter before tossing it with the marinara sauce.

Now came the hardest part about the meal. Pasta was done being prepared, marinara was about thirty seconds worth of blending away from being done, and now all I needed to do was decide what the last bit was going to be. I could either go with the simpler recipe of meatballs, easy to roll and cook but kind of boring, or I could go with the more complicated but tastier route of doing breaded chicken parmesan. I liked chicken more than beef in this situation, but I knew that Ilorek would use it as some sort of excuse to tease me about being a 'cannibal'. I hated that.

But I loved chicken, so fuck him.

I put the ground beef back in the fridge and got out the chicken breasts, cutting them in half thickness-wise and tenderizing them with a mallet. I mixed up two trays, one with egg and milk, the other with a blend of seasonings and breadcrumbs. Finally, I got out a second frying pan and lightly drizzled some olive oil before coating the chicken. I dipped the meat into the egg and milk, then patted them down one by one in the bread crumb mixture before tossing them, one by one, into the pan with a satisfying sizzle.

While each of the chicken breasts were turning golden brown on the outside, I pulled out a baking tray and spread some oil, then chopped up a few dozen slices of mozzarella to be divided equally across all the breaded chicken. There were eight pieces of chicken - made from four breasts - for three people plus some leftover for myself the following day at work or school. I liked doing things that way because it ensured that Everyone got well fed and I got easy food for myself when I needed it most and was too lazy to cook.

Once the chicken was properly browned to a pleasant golden crisp on both sides, I tossed the meat into the pan and gently placed each and every bit of mozzarella on top of the breading, where it already started to melt. Finally, the last step short of the frying of the pasta was to blend up the marinara; I poured about two thirds of it into the blender and left the remaining third so that it would be lightly chunky in the end. I tossed the tomato paste into the blender with the rest of the ingredients and turned it on; thirty seconds later I had a perfectly thick and smooth sauce to put back in the pan with the un-blended chunky remnants of tomato. I had to use a spatula to get every last drop out, but once it was done I had a perfect pan full of delectable sauce packed with rich flavors ready for me.

Problem was, it wasn't even noon yet and Ilorek wasn't due home until later that night. I had a lot of time to kill and I couldn't pre-cook the chicken in the oven; I wouldn't do that until four or five in the afternoon. The chicken was to bake for half an hour while I fried up the pasta and blended it with the sauce. While I thought about the rest of my afternoon, I cleaned up all the dishes I wasn't currently using and slid the chicken into the fridge, where it would wait until it was ready to bake.

That was fine. I had lots of other things I could do in the mean time to keep myself busy. First and most prominent idea was to go back to my room and either make more videos or upload the one I already recorded, but decided I wasn't prepared for that and I couldn't be bothered. It wasn't until I thought about what day it was that I realized that it was snake feeding time! My favorite day once every two weeks!

Back up to my room I went, and I pulled a couple of dead rats out of the freezer. One large for Leera, one medium for Yetzer. Ssevarine refused to eat pre-killed or thawed food, so I also had a colony of rats skittering around under my nest. I placed each of the frozen ones in a bag, and placed them both in hot water to thaw them while I went to Ssevarine's cage to remove as much of her cage ornaments as I could before exposing her. I could tell from her striking pose and rapid tongue flicks that she knew it was feeding time and she might very well mistake me for noms.

With that in mind, I went back to the colony and plucked out a medium rat, holding it up by the tail as I briskly walked over to the cage. I had to be quick so it didn't curl up and bite me before I tossed him in by Ssevarine's water bowl. The rat curiously sniffed around for only a few seconds before Ssevarine struck, constricting tight between a few coils as the rats final sounds squeaked out in horror. Poor thing. The one thing I hated about having pet snakes was that Ssevarine refused pre-killed food and I had to watch and listen to them suffer in their final moments before being snake food.

Leera and Yetzer, on the other hand, would eat anything I presented them. I didn't even need to fully heat the rats for Yetzer before he would take them. I took out his medium thawed meal and dangled it about 10cm in front of his hide; within seconds he was poking his head out and flicking his tongue at it. In one rapid strike, he had the rat and had already pulled it into his wooden hide with him, never to be seen again! Leera was equally as easy but not quite as ravenous. I had to pull her hide out of her tank before presenting the rat to her. I held it close to her by its tail and hind legs, wiggling a bit to simulate movement. She glanced at me sideways as if she were asking permission before lightly reaching out and grabbing it rather than striking, followed by an equally snug constriction. Super cute how gentle she was with her meals.

All three of my snakes had their meals. I saw Ssevarine had begun swallowing hers, Yetzer was hidden in his hide but he never failed to eat so I wasn't worried, and Leera was equally as thorough but took a lot longer. All three had taken their meals with ease, so I decided it was time to move on to what was next. Problem was, I had no idea what was next. For once, I wasn't in the mood to pleasure myself so that just wasn't an option. I was about to give in and spend the rest of my day at the computer when I got a cellphone notification from Ilorek.

"Finished early. Will be home in about an hour. Hope lunch is ready." The message read. when I looked, I saw that it had actually been sent half an hour prior and that he would be home in half that time.

Perfect. That's how long the chicken would take to bake. First thing's first, however, was to put some clothes on. Ilorek was having a guest, and I wasn't going to be serving her in the fur only. My choice of garment was a loose-fitting pair of athletic shorts and a button up T-shirt open at the front. Simple enough, fulfilled my social obligations without getting uncomfortable, and looked pretty good, too. Trying to wrap the back of the shirt around my wings was a pain in the tail, but I was flexible enough to do so without any aid. another reason I had seriously considered getting them amputated.

Now dressed, I darted down the stairs and turned the oven on. As it was heating up, I poured some of the marinara over the chicken breasts, smothering both meat and cheese so it would melt into a delicious concoction. Finally, I got out a wok and drizzled some hot chili oil into it, ready to put the finishing touches on the meal. I made my leftover serving first, tossing a full handful of noodles into the wok and cooking it in some marinara. This helped to infuse the noodles themselves with the flavor of the sauce while also helping the sauce stick to the noodles. Once cooked, I tossed the serving into a pyrex container to save it for later; I would put a couple pieces of chicken in there with it when it was done baking.

I rinsed the wok free of the spicy oil because I didn't know if Ilorek's guest would like a kick in the beak as much as I did. While I waited for them to come home, I cleaned the remainder of the dishes and swept the floor. I kept an eye on the clock and waited until there was a mere ten minutes left before his scheduled return. I used that time to cut a couple loaves of bread and spread some garlic butter on them before sprinkling a blend of mozza, cheddar, and the faintest bit of gouda on top. After cranking the oven up to broil, I tossed the second serving of pasta into the wok and cooked it up for Ilorek. His finished quickly, so I used some tongs to place it on the plate and make it look pretty.

Next up was my dinner serving, which I cooked in the same normal oil I used to cook Ilorek's. Midway through tossing the noodles, a ding went off that told me that the cheesy garlic bread was done. Delicious. I brought it out, shut the broil off, and let the chicken rest for the final few minutes. With two servings complete, I put the guest's in the wok and pulled out the chicken, offering up two pieces for me and two pieces for Ilorek, with the last two pieces on an empty plate. Before I could put the final finishing touches on the servings, I heard the front door open.

"He makes the best pasta, you're going to love it." I heard Ilorek say, boasting about my skills. "He's likely been slaving away over the stove all day."

I poked my head out past the fridge to get a good look at Ilorek and his guest. She was a rather short little fox with golden fur underneath a tight blue and white tank top and a short black skirt. She had a very punky look to her, which made my loins stir a bit even if I didn't dare 'steal' her from Ilorek. "Hey! Lunch is just about ready, should be another five minutes or so. Wait int he living room and I'll serve ya both." I looked up to Ilorek to see if he'd introduce me.

"This here's Ceylon. Our resident cook. I think he's making us some spaghetti and meatballs."

"Chicken parmesan." I corrected, dreading his inevitable retort.

"Oh, right. Okay, this is Cannibal Ceylon, he's serving us his brothers and sisters. And Ceylon, this here's Maria Rook, but we just call her rook." Ilorek couldn't resist making a cannibal joke, but at least he introduced us.

"Hey." She said with a brisk wave. She didn't seem like the most chipper of vixens, but that was fine; I liked more subdued company. "How are ya?"

I chirped at her, smiling. "Having a great day, to be honest. The marinara has been-" I paused mid sentence and went back to the stove to make sure her pasta didn't burn. "Just a sec, food's cookin."

As I tossed the pasta for the final time, , I grabbed it out of the pan with the tongs and put it on Rook's plate. All three were on the counter, steaming and smelling delicious. The final steps involved me grating some parmesan on top of the fried noodles, then placing a single dried parsley twig on the side, as if it was growing from between the two pieces of chicken. I didn't put the bread on the plates, instead I cut each loaf in quarters and put it on its own plate. Just as I was arranging each plate, Rook stepped into the kitchen.

"Smells real good. Tell me, did you make it all yourself?" She leaned in, sniffing at the air as her tail lightly wagged. Ilorek stepped up behind her and gave her rump a gentle squeeze, his height dwarfing her by a full meter.

My response was delayed a bit by my distraction thanks to his lewd action, but I answered. "Yeah, every bit of it. Made the sauce myself, breaded the chicken myself, and made the noodles from scratch. Really happy with how it turned out." My chest feathers stood on end as I postured for her, showing off my skills. The kind of skills that made me shocked that I was single.

"Good for you! I love some good home made food." She complimented, then turned to Ilorek and lightly smacked him on the chest. "Why aren't you cooking for me? You're the one trying so hard to get me!"

"I don't need to cook! I've got other ways to keep you satisfied!" He winked and leaned in close, pressing his hips to her chest so she felt exactly what he was talking about.

She giggled a bit and bit at his belly before pushing him away. "Oh stop it you, thinking you can get away with anything just because you're a stallion." She then turned and looked back over to me and blushed a bit. "And I'm pretty sure your roommate here doesn't appreciate you flaunting what you've got."

I shrugged and rolled my eyes before turning to grab their plates. "It's fine, I know where my strengths lie. Anyway, go sit in the living room, I'll give you your meal." I shooed them away and urged the two of them to make it to our common room, where a massive television was set up with three rows of reclining couches and chairs were set up. Three, four, and five in front, middle, and back rows for maximum viewing on the TV; it was a veritable theater experience, with the front row just being one big couch for sharing.

The two of them flopped down on the front row couch together, with her cuddling up into him as I gave them their plates each on a cutting board for ideal control. Both had a single piece of garlic bread on the side, with a fork, knife, and spoon for their eating desires; I had no idea If Rook was the sort to coil the noodles with fork and spoon, or the type to cut it and scoop it with a knife and fork. Either way, they were covered.

I headed back to the kitchen to get my plate and a massive cup of ice water before joining them. The discussion regarding what movie to watch was short, as Rook instantly requested something with a lot of action and Ilorek didn't care what was on as long as he got a piece of ass afterwards. I chose a war movie about a pacifist medic who refused to shoot a gun, yet ended up getting shot and hospitalized in an infirmary tent where a romance blossomed between him and a nurse that cared for him. Figured I'd play wingman, because I heard the ending was pretty romantic.

I sat at the far right of the back row, eating my meal on my own while the two of them giggled and cuddled and shared with each other; I couldn't tell for certain, but I was pretty sure that she was rubbing him between the legs to get him excited the whole time. I didn't bother interrupting them because I was always happy for Ilorek when he had a guest over, and I knew that he'd play wingman for me if I ever brought a mare or hen over of my own. It rarely ever came up, but if it did I knew he had my tail.

The movie was actually better than expected, with a deeper and more nuanced main character than any of the trailers had indicated. The romance was quite effective, and the war scenes were far more intense than I'd anticipated. For the entire duration of the meal, I was transfixed on the screen, wholly invested in the plight of the hero and heroine. As the credits rolled, I grabbed my plat and went around to their spot to get their plates as well only to see that Rook was straddling Ilorek, the two of them locked in a kiss as she was grinding down on him.

Typical, but I couldn't blame her; as the victim of that same stallion earlier in the day, I understood the appeal.

I took their plates off the couch and headed back to the kitchen to start doing the dishes, only to have them both slip by me and head to Ilorek's basement apartment. The entire time I cleaned dishes I could hear the rhythmic moaning and slamming as the two had their fun. Turns out, Rook was quite the howler when she was truly enjoying herself. I knew this was a turn-on for Ilorek since I was always so quiet and he was constantly berating me for my silence during our trysts.

As I cleaned, I noted that he was actually lasting a lot longer than he usually did. Ilorek often lasted only three to five minutes, tops, but this time he was still going strong fifteen minutes of intense bucking later; the king of aggressive mating I could feel in my toes as he slammed his bed frame into the wall. Honestly, it started to get a little exhausting just listening to it.

They both finished about he same time I finished cleaning the sink full of dishes, and came up the stairs as the water was draining and I was drying my hands. Rook was adjusting her dress and Ilorek had only a kilt around his waist and a towel draped over his shoulder.

"I'm going to have a shower. Care to join me?" Ilorek asked, pointing towards the stairs.

"Naw, no need. You did all the work and got all sweaty, and I prefer only to shower at my place." She explained with a shake of her head. "But you go ahead. I'll be ready before we go out, alright?"

"Sounds good." Ilorek lightly nodded and headed up the stairs, turning the shower on a few seconds later.

I intended to head upstairs as well since I had finished cleaning up, but Rook stopped me. "Where do you think you're going?" She asked, pressing a finger into my chest plumage as she looked up into my eyes. I'm usually pretty dense, but it was clear she was giving me a flirty look.

"I was planning on heading up to my room, actually. Did you have other plans for me?" I cocked my head to the side and lowered one ear, playing stupid.

"As a matter of fact, I did!" She grabbed at my feathers and pulled me into the theater room with her hips grinding against my sheath. I could smell the light scent of Ilorek's essence wafting up between us. "I hear you're quite gifted, and I was wondering how a gryphon measures up to a hippogryph."

Part of me wanted to push her away, to tell her it was uncouth to go for me after just having fooled around with my roommate, but neither Ilorek nor I thought that way. She wasn't dating Ilorek so it wasn't like she was cheating, and both of us had no problem sharing if the opportunity arose. In the end, it's her body and her decision.

And my cock. She seemed keen on seeing what I was packing under those shorts. "Well it depends on what you mean by gifted." I explained, slowly backing into the wall with her pushing against me. I could feel her other hand squeezing my knot through my sheath so I knew she was aware of what she was doing.

Before asking permission, she pulled at the string around my waist band and peeled my shorts down, exposing my sheath tip. "Well, by gifted I mean you must be quite well endowed, with a gryphon knot. I'm a vixen, I'm sure you know I'm more into knots than thrusts. Ilorek's got one, but it's not quite the same." While she spoke, she touched fingertip to thumb and peeled back my sheath, exposing my cock tip.

I gulped a bit, not sure if I should go with it or not; I wasn't worried about judgement, but I tended to be a bit more shy and bashful with the ladies than I was with the gentlemen in my life, so the thought of having Ilorek come down the stairs to see me enjoying his sloppy seconds made me a little wary. Still, she was forthright and eager, so it was hard to say no. "Well you're not wrong, I can tie with the best of them. Just-"

She cut me off by rubbing down my belly, forcing sheath back to expose every bit of my glistening cock and knot. "Why do you have to keep talking? Pretend this is one of your videos, just fuck me and don't worry about anything else." Now that I was fully exposed, she grabbed at the base of my knot and gave a gentle tug, coaxing a throbbing spurt of precum out my tip.

How did she know about my videos? Did she follow me on one of the places I posted? Is that how she knew I was well endowed? I certainly didn't think Ilorek would go on about my endowments while he was mating with her, so that certainly wouldn't make sense. In that case, I just decided to go with it. After taking a deep breath and shrugging, I glanced at the stairs to make sure Ilorek still wasn't coming and perked my ear to hear the shower. I had an hour or so, knowing him. "Well alright, I can't say no to a sexy vixen." I leaned into her and pushed her back onto the couch, nuzzling into her neck and using the hook of my beak to lightly preen at her fur.

Rook fell back and spread her legs, one hand tugging at my knot while the other gently caressed my cock tip, mixing my fluids into her fingertips and using them to stroke up and down my length. "That's a bit more like it." She complimented into my ear, a growling purr emanating from her chest as she lifted up her skirt and slipped a couple fingers into herself, still holding onto my knot with palm and fingers curled around the bottom lobes.

As I pulled back, I saw that she was drooling thick and slimy hippogryph cum over her rump and tail; Ilorek finished in her and she hadn't cleaned it out or anything. Maybe that's what he meant by inviting her to share the shower. I was torn between what sort of fun I could have with this. The faint yet earthy-sweet scent of cum was powerful to me, as Ilorek's essence had grown to be a trigger with my own arousal in the years we'd been together, and I wanted to taste it again. But I also didn't want to waste an opportunity to use it as lubricant.

Her fingers were still wrapped around my knot and were lightly tuging as I grabbed the top lobes with my free hand to guide myself against her pussy lips. I smeared my own barbed cock tip up and down from her rump to her clit, barbs gently catching her flesh as I smeared the gooey hippogryph cum all over her loins. The gentle agitation of the mess made the smell intensify, and I couldn't hold back for long.

In one motion I leaned into her, forcing my textured cock length into her depths. My beak shuddered in a light gasp as I felt her pussy swallow me up. Her flesh had been tenderized by Ilorek so she felt snug yet loose at the same time; her temperature was hot to the touch, which tickled me just right. I couldn't help but roll me eyes and loll out my tongue a bit before I felt her tugging on me again, thrusting my member in and out of her.

I snapped out of my temporary daze to chuckle at myself. "Sorry." I apologized. "Won't happen again." I leaned over her and lifted one leg up onto the couch, talons digging into the claw-resistant fabric as I started to buck into her. She wanted to feel me, so I got really rough really quickly, slapping my knot lobes against her tender flesh with bits of hippogryph cum splashing out in every direction, soaking us both and dotting our fur from thigh to belly.

In response, she finally let go of me and started writhing in place, biting her tongue as she grabbed at the back rest. I could tell she was trying to squeeze her pussy tight around my cock, but Ilorek had done a number on her to the point where all she could muster was a faint twitch followed by a deep shudder as her walls quivered. Cute, but it didn't stop me from going even harder.

My every motion was met with a faint whine as she buried her snout in between the cushions, and I quickly came to realize she was deliberately muffling her vocalizations. The reason behind her sudden desire for silence after being so loud with Ilorek was not known by me, but it only urged me to go harder and go faster.

With my new goal in mind, I wrapped both hands around her upper thighs, lifted her up, and started slamming into her as an instinctive hiss came from my beak. I attacked her time and time again, my knot a bludgeoning weapon that continued to pulverize her pussy flesh as my vigor rocked the couch back and forth over the hard wood floors. I could feel the softness of her walls squeezing and tugging against my barbs as more of Ilorek's seed sloshed around inside her, mixing with my own precum to form a juicy concoction that allowed my length to slide in and out with ease.

She tried to reach down and grab at my cock and pull at the knot, so I leaned in and started grinding against her, hips nearly touching with my knot lobes bulging out between us. I could feel her passage widen in an attempt to swallow me up, but I was still a little too thick for her so I pulled back to give another deep thrust and slam my knot against her. Still, I didn't pop in.

"Come here." I growled, pulling her even closer with her rump up and tail wagging between my legs. The tickle of her fur caressing my balls was nice, but I had grown far too carnal and aggressive to pause and appreciate it. I tensed my pelvic muscles to accentuate the lobes and ridges of my cock before slamming her so hard that the couch scooted back into the chairs behind it and I nearly lost my grip on the floor with my one foot. I dug my talons into her hips to hold her in place as I forced myself into her as best I could.

I watched intently to see if she was in pain; I had no interest in hurting her, but she seemed to want the knot so I was willing to give it to her. I could see she was shuddering a bit, bordering on a whimper as she bit her lip and grinded back against me. Her gyrations shifted her lips around the edges of my knot like a snake devouring a meal, shuffling from side to side while slowly enveloping its meal. Then, as her walls quivered and released just enough, the first two lobes burst into her followed by the final four all at once as the increase in pressure forced a spurt of fluid out against my balls.

The sudden lurch of motion tripped me up and I fell on top of Rook, her lips swallowing and closing around the base of my knot to hold me in place. I curled my toes as I felt the pressure build, her knot-lock clenching tight as my bulges expanded to full girth inside her. The sensation of having her flesh stretch taut against me was oddly satisfying, even as I kept twitching in micro-thrusts into her. Every motion shifted me inside her, releasing another tiny spurt of mess to dangle down onto my balls.

"That's what I was looking for." She said, idly pulling her fingers from around the base of my knot to rub her clit. "Glad we could do this."

Inside, my cock tip was sloshing around the combined fluids of her lubricants, my precum, and Ilorek's cum, lightly caressing her walls as more of my own pre-seed prepared her. I hadn't cum yet, but every passing second of having her loins wrapped around mine and tugging made my heart flutter and my member throb. I could feel that my balls were on the verge of blasting my own seed into hers to join Ilorek's, and I didn't bother to hold back.

As I gripped her hips, I could feel the bulge of my knot pressing out against my thumbs through her lower abdomen. She was quite a bit smaller so I was actually a little bit worried for her - or at least I would have been if I wasn't on the verge of exploding into her cunt.

With one final toss of my head, my feathers stood on end and I slammed into her, cock throbbing and spewing a mess of my own seed into her depths. As I felt my life and energy drain from me, she rolled over onto her side and flipped around so that she was on her knees on the couch. Her motions twisted my cock inside her until her lips loosened just enough to let my knot spin around, adjusting itself to be comfortable.

I grabbed at her tail and got a good look down at her vulva holding onto the base of my member; the view of her skin stretched tight with the subtle shapes of my knot lobes shifting inside was enough to make my loins tense again, shooting another gooey strand into her. The extra pressure made her lean forward while clenching, her walls tugging on my member and pumping more out of me.

At this point I was thinking that we'd be locked together for at least half an hour, and we'd be fine since Ilorek was in the shower and she had been quiet, but I was wrong. As she leaned over, she gently wagged her hind end from side to side as she glanced over her shoulder back up at me; all at once, she relaxed herself and my knot popped out with ease, smothered in our blended fluids and dripping with three kinds of cum.

Just then, Rook started to crawl off the side of the couch before looking back. It was Ilorek, standing tall and naked aside from the towel he was using to dry his neck feathers, likely having come down during my climax while I was distracted. His cock was dangling down to his knees and swinging gently.

Without missing a beat, Rook made a yiff sound at him, "Wanna join?"

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he did, even if I had no idea who he was mounting this time since he'd had us both that day.

Good day.