Bidventure
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The Dragon's Breath was a lively inn, middle tier, that always had a bard or band playing, and proudly offered up spicy, flavorful ales. It had an unassuming wooden outside, with a sign depicting a dragon breathing fire into a mug, as if it's breath were ale. Inside, though, it was bright, with a large bar and several tables. There was a small section for booths, a medium spot for dancing, and a raised section for the band to perform on.
Nirv, Alin, and Grey all occupied one booth, a pitcher of ale on the end. The three adventurers had been quite successful with their last mission! They weren't exactly forthcoming with the details, but the bags of gold that the three of them sported were hefty. Well... The larger two, really. Nirv was a small griffon, measuring only a few inches long. Most of his feathers were white, with the exception of the top layer of his outer wing, which were grey. The same grey came back on his feline half, covering his bottom. He had blue eyes, and a tiny, needle-sword at his waist. If he tried to fly off with a bag of gold, he wouldn't even be able to lift off the ground!
He left the money with his trustworthy companion, the green Nargacuga Alin! Alin was a prince from a distant country, and sported some finely made adventuring clothes and gear. A brown trenchcoat was his outer layer, over a tailored dark-red vest and some darker brown breeches. A puffy shirt underneath the vest filled in the area under his chin. Alin had long, bright green hair that parted over his face, above a slightly darker green fur. He had a half-muzzle, half beak that worked well with his seemingly half-dragon features, including talons and a long tail that ended in a tuft of fur.
Grey was rather simple in looks compared to his brightly colored friend- he was on the shorter side, with downy grey fur and a almost black mop of hair on his head. A slightly darker tone on his muzzle made it look like someone had briefly dipped him in ink, leaving his mouth stained. With a short, black tail and cloven hooves, he remained mostly quiet while the other two joked and laughed.
Though, that was changing, bit by bit with the alcohol! They could afford to do this every night for weeks if they wanted. This was just their first, but it wasn't long before they downed the whole pitcher, Alin and Grey drinking from mugs, while Nirv drank from a thimble. Pitchers came and went, and soon enough, the three of them were well and truly drunk. Alin snickered as he reached down and picked up Nirv, the tiny griff squirming in his grasp.
"Hey Grey," he rumbled, and the horse's ears flicked. "Mm?" "Bet you I can toss Nirv in the pitcher from... Over here." The Narga stood and walked about five paces away, while Grey laughed. "H-hey!" Nirv cried out, "Don't throw me! I'm not a toy!" "Aw, you'll be fine. You can fly anyhow." Grey leaned back in his seat, and adjusted the pitcher so it was near the middle-end of the table. "If I sink it..." Alin took a moment to process a suitable punishment. "You gotta finish the pitcher. I'll do it if I miss." Grey nodded his agreement, and Alin prepared to take the shot.
He held Nirv like one would a dart- clutching around his midsection, trying to line the front-facing point of his beak up with the pitcher. "The more you squirm, the harder it's gonna be for me..." he mumbled, finally making the griffon hold still. "This still isn't fair! You can't do this to me just because you're bigger." Aling snickered again, pulled back his arm, and gently tossed Nirv forward.
The griffon flew through the air, wiggling, squirming, wings ready to snap open and save him before he hit the table... But, plunk! Nirv found himself covered in cold liquid, having to quickly swim to the top as the ale burned in his eyes. He coughed and spat as he surfaced, hearing the loud laughter of his friends."Okay, okay... You gotta drink up," Alin's voice rang. The chuckling horse grabbed the pitcher, Nirv frantically trying to get up the wet sides. The beer was too low and he was too wet to fly out! "H-hey! I'm still in here!"
The horse, with his dark muzzle, didn't seem to notice. He must've been too drunk, the lip of that pitcher inching closer to his mouth, the dark-colored drink starting to flow towards his thick lips. Nirv is splashed back and forth, until the horse finally gets the angle right, ale pouring into the dark cave of his muzzle. Nirv washed up, rushing right for that mouth, blue eyes watching the wet throat and broad tongue get closer and closer.
With Nirv's feline pads and sharp griffon talons scrambling for purchase, he barely manages to jump at the last moment, his eagle claws grabbing onto Grey's upper lip, and feet just managing to grip the bottom, the flow of alcohol washing over his midsection as his friend drank and drank, loud gulps echoing around the griff's ears.
When the horse finishes, pulling the pitcher away, Nirv stays there, catching one last view of that dark, pink throat before the horse's blunt teeth come together, and Nirv slides down, hitting the table with a splat. Of course, Alin is already back, laughing loudly. "I can't believe you almost drank him! You gotta be careful. We wouldn't make it without him getting through all those tiny spaces."
Grey blushes, giving a sheepish smirk as he reached up to ruffle his hair. "Er, sorry. I didn't mean to. Didn't even notice ya." He lets out a loud burp, and stretches, green shirt raising up to show a few inches of a soft, grey belly. Nirv picks himself up, and shakes himself dry- as best as he can. The narga comes closer to the table, taking a handkerchief from his belt, wrapping it around the griffon, lifting him up to give him a quick rub down, rubbing over his body from neck to groin, getting in between those crevices, right under the wings and around the legs, before letting him go.
The small, white hybrid fluffed up as he dried, making his angry glare all the more cute. Alin swayed for a moment, putting a hand on the table to balance himself. "Well, Nirv, your turn. Come up with a drinking game." Grey nodded at the end of that, both of the big males looking down expectantly at Nirv, while Alin waved for another pitcher.
He opened his mouth to tell them off, but paused for a moment, as an idea formed. "Hnf. Fine. Let's play some Never Have I Ever," he said, while the other two broke out into some giggles. "Psh, that's like, a beginner's drinking game. But okay. I guess we've never done it." Alin said, sliding into a booth seat. The new, cool ale soon arrived, and he poured them each a drink- thimble for Nirv, and mugs for them. "You're up first, tiny."
Nirv plopped down on his rear, feline tail flicking as he tried to come up with something, but his inebriated head found it hard to grasp on to a single thought. He taps the side of the thimble a few times, before standing back up, talons gripping the edge of his little cup. "Okay. Never have I ever... Slain a kobold?" Alin gave a nod, like that was expected of the hybrid, but drank from his beer. Grey, however, didn't drink, quietly thinking above his ale.
"You're up next, Grey," Alin said. The horse chuffed, grabbing the handle of his mug, then letting go and putting his hand to the table. "Never have I ever... Had a boyfriend?" Alin quirked an eyebrow as the horse blushed, the wyvern drinking yet again, though Nirv abstained. This seemed to set a slightly awkward mood for the group- clearly Alin had had some experience, but neither seemed willing to ask about it.
A smirk played around on Alin's lips, eyes flicking between the other two. "Heh." He swished his drink around in his class, as the other two waited for him to pop the next question. The wyvern's heavy-tipped tail flicked idly by his side, as his eyes raised to meet Grey's. "Never have I ever... Had a horse suck my dick." Grey went crimson around his cheeks, his ears folding back and head tipping low at the obvious implications there. Even Nirv was surprised at the sudden forwardness- though it was probably the beer.
The green narga looked upon the small griffon next, his smirk displaying white fangs hidden under his beak. "I can think of all sorts of fun things to do with you, too." Alin reached over to pick him up, Nirv holding on to his thimble for as long as he could, the small metal cup soon dropping to clatter on the table. "Come on, Grey. Let's tick some things off of your "Never have I ever," list." Grey looked excited, actually, hopping to his feet, the front of his pants bulging, a bit. "Whoa- I don't think I want any part of this..." Nirv said, though his words fell on deaf ears.
Alin rolled his eyes as he left the table, leading the way upstairs. "Oh, please. Just think of all the tight, fun places you'll get to see." It was Nirv's turn to blush, though he did so angrily, tiny talons pricking at Alin's fur, but not sinking through. He didn't raise any further complains about it, though, and they were soon in their shared, two bed, room.
Once they were all in, and the door was locked, Alin shrugged off his coat, Nirv passing through one of the tunnels of the sleeves. The wyvern tossed the small griffon towards the bed, where he plopped down into a tangle of blankets and sheets. By the time he was up and out, looking around, the green male had pressed up against Grey, chest to chest, lips to lips. The horse was blushing wildly, but as Nirv could plainly see, the hard shaft in his pants was a solid indication that he enjoyed it.
The tiny griffon felt a blush creep up on his cheeks, too, as Alin's hands roamed over the soft, grey body of his friend and adventuring partner, tugging that shirt up to get at his belly, before those talons slipped further down. Alin's nimble hands undid the knot holding Grey's pants up, while his tongue invaded the horse's mouth, the shorter equine groaning out.
The pants were tugged down a few inches, and out popped Grey's cock- it was sizeable, likely about seven inches, with the distinct horse shape of a broad, flat head, and a medial ring. Rock hard already, it had a shiny covering of pre on the head, which Alin's thumb glided over. The scaled hand grabbed ahold of that pink length, stroking it up and down while Grey squirmed. Alin broke the kiss as he continued to give the horse a handjob, his hand making firm, quick jerks, until another dribble of pre leaked from that tip. The wyvern's hand pulled away, leaving that cock bouncing, just so he could pushed the pants entirely off of Grey. As expected, the horse's mild grey color continued all the way down, covering some fluffy, average nuts.
Alin moved Grey towards the bed, pushing him a bit, so that the horse landed on his butt just a bit away from Nirv, the griff bouncing a few inches in the air. His wings fluttered, and he settled back down- but only just before Alin's hand grabbed him again. "Mmf. I think I know the best place for you, for now... " "Uh-uhh!" The griffon tried to squirm his way out, but his drunk friend was just too strong! Nirv watched as the wyvern brought him down, the giant wall of the male's shirt getting closer and closer.
But, that certainly wasn't his destination. Nirv spied a large, unmistakable bulge in those pants, and it had quite the wet spot at the tip. It snakes over Alin's thigh, proving that Alin was quite well endowed. Aling tugged those pants open with one hand, revealing a pure black cock, similar in shape to Grey's, with a broad tip, but sporting some fleshy spines, and a thick, canine knot at the bottom. "W-wait! Don't put me in there!" Nirv yelled, but it was like the wyvern couldn't even hear him. The griffon was pushed right up against that fat tip, smushed under it, already getting his fur and feathers covered in slimy pre. Alin nudged him into the right spot with a few pokes, so he was properly trapped between that cock head, and the tight underwear.
Nirv wasn't even half as big as the monstrous erection Alin had trapped in his pants, it's girth thicker around than the griff himself. The entire thing was hot and sticky, Nirv's head smuched right up against the broad, flat tip. He could feel it pulsing with Alin's heartbeat, the male's arousal coursing through that length, which covered him from the chest down. There wasn't much light available in those pants, but the low thread count allowed for some to leak through.
Nirv watch as the cumslit in the middle seemed to yawn open, a thick glob of pre spurting out, not even giving Nirv a moment to catch his breath before it smacked him in the face, the salty liquid staining his feathers, soaking him in the musky essence of his friend. He sputtered and coughed, eyes blinking to try and clear it away, while he struggled in vain to get out. He could feel Alin moving, sinking to his knees, while Grey above let out a gasp.
Nirv, trapped in this hot, slick prison, could hear it as sucking and slurping sounds came from outside, Alin's body rocking back and forth, gently. The little griffon himself, well... He couldn't help getting hard from all this. However degrading and embarrassing it might be, he felt his head start to swim with lust from being trapped to such a pillar of masculinity. His own maleness was much smaller than Alin's, but it felt no less hard as he squirmed up against it.
Either the Griff's movements were arousing, or the horse was particularly fun to suck, because Nirv felt the warm embrace of Alin's pre many times, the clear fluid soaking in to the cloth and griff alike. After a few minutes, Nirv's small amount of light went out, as a hand covered him from the outside, squeezing and pressing him against that shaft, the clawed hand grabbing both the micro and the dick, pumping them both together. Nirv slid up and down against the shaft, just a bit, but it was enough to make him squirm harder, hips thrusting in against Alin's cock.
It was only after a few moments of this that he heard a moan from above, Alin going still. The hand on him pulled away, while Grey panted, muttering a "Sorry..." The wyvern shifted, standing up, grinding Nirv into dick and cloth alike as he moved, taking a seat. "No problem. Just make it up to me." Some more shuffling was heard, and then, finally, Nirv had some light and space to breath. Gey's face loomed over him, eyes widening as he stared down at Alin's member, Nirv stuck to it's black length. Another splatter of pre dripped wetly onto his face, oozing down his back, while the cock bounced forward.
Nirv clung to it's tip as he did, the length getting steadied as Alin held himself by the base. "Ooh, er... Nirv's all... Wet." Grey touched the griff's back with a hard-topped finger, rubbing against him just a bit, enough that the wet fur and feathers made a squelching sound, being pushed back against the cock. "Mm. Just leave him on there. It's gonna be hot." "B-but what if..." "Don't worry, I'll hold him."
Grabbing the tiny male by the tail, Alin pulled him back a bit, to the middle of his cock, where the wyvern held him there by the tail with a firm thumb. "Just take it a bit slow... You'll be fine. Watch the teeth." Grey nodded, and Nirv got to watch as the wide eyed horse leaned in. His mouth opened, revealing those blunt teeth he'd almost slipped between earlier. The griffon wanted to voice his dissent- but he couldn't think of any reason to, at the moment. He could feel Alin's hot length pulsing beneath him, tiny paws able to feel those veins bulge with lust and blood.
He soon felt Grey's hot breath meeting him, and Alin's cock bucked under him, a shiny spurt of the wyvern's pre flying from that tip to land on Grey's snout. The horse huffed again, cheeks blushing, as the thick equine lips wrapped around Alin's tip. That mouth suckled, and the cock pulsed again, jostling the griff. Grey continued his advance, mouth yawning wide as darkness took over Nirv's sight again, Grey's mouth closing behind him. He could feel that lip on his tail, holding him there, while the horse tried to suck.
Inside that mouth it was wet all over, mostly dark, with hints of light making the insides of the maw glisten and shine. Highlights of the uvula and throat were visible to Nirv, making him shiver. He could see Grey's tongue moving, like a dark wave, sliding along the bottom and sides of the cock Nirv was stuck to. Spit and pre washed back up against him, and the griffon shivered, feeling like for every tiny bit he was cleaned, he was dirtied twice as much. Still, though, his own hips grinded, frotting the much larger length, the tiny drops of his own pre getting washed away in the sea of mixed fluids.
Grey's tongue finally reached him, rubbing over his face and body, wiping clean the layered in pre and covering him with the new mixture even further. A groan from the horse shook and rattled the mounted griff, his eyes barely able to see as another jet of pre loosed from Alin's cock, splattering against the back of Grey's throat.
The horse started to work into a rhythm, sliding back and forth, sucking as he pulled away, lips sliding over Nirv's body until they reached his head, only to push forward again. The horse was surprisingly good with his teeth, never even scraping against the micro, and the cock beneath him seemed to pulse harder and harder, throbbing firmly as Grey worked. He could feel it stiffen further, each little bit of the cock turning into rock beneath him, under the thin layer of skin that was still just a little malleable.
Just when he thought Alin was going to cum, the horse's mouth pulled off, and suddenly, he could hear the wyvern talking. "... yet. I want to put this somewhere else." The horse almost looked disappointed, as Alin patted the bed beside him. "Come up here. Raise that rear." Nirv slipped as Alin released his hold, plopping down onto a furred thigh. The green fluff was soft and comforting compared to the cock, but... Nirv kinda wanted to feel it again. He finally got to look up, and saw that the Narga's face and part of his beak were coated in a few streaks of mostly wet spunk, some of it licked away. Clearly a gift given by the horse earlier.
With the horse in position, Alin moved on the bed, sending Nirv tumbling. "Hey, little guy. Go play with his dick." Alin rumbled. It wasn't directly an order- more a suggestion, if anything, but Nirv felt the need to comply. He was caught up in this drunken tornado of lust, and it seemed like he might get to be proactive instead of having things happen to him, for once tonight.
Alin's face neared the horse's rump, parting the grey cheeks with one hand. A quick cleaning cantrip took care of any issues. Nirv watching with a blush as the wyvern's tongue hung out from his beak, between sharp teeth, licking against the horse's pucker. Nirv stumbled forward, his legs feeling weak after all the squishing and rubbing he'd been through.
He made it under Grey's thighs, and reared up on his hind legs to see the horse's balls, both still huge from Nirv's perspective. He rubs against them, feeling their heft and weight, pushing up against one as the horse groans out from their combined effort. Grey's scent is certainly different from Alin's, less... Spicy. He decides that it's still pretty good and moves on, to that equine dick, which bounces and throbs with the horse's occasional squirm. It's thinner and shorter than Alin's, but it's skin is a different texture, rather leathery. He still seems to be leaky, though, if the wet line down the dick is any indication.
The griff spies out a glob of pre that welled in the cleft between the bottom of the horse's shaft and his balls, and sticks his beak into it, tasting the horse for the first time. He rubs his talons gently through the bunched up fur there, diving under the warmth of Grey's sheath. He tugs on the layers of fur there, revealing a dark, hot space where the root of that dick lied. It might be fun to explore...
Nirv thought against that for the moment, walking alongside Grey's cock, rubbing it from the side as he neared the tip. He stood infront of it, watching the thick cumslit drool out fresh pre. His hands rubbed the bumpy outer ridge of the tip, tiny bird tongue lapping against the bulging cockhead. The horse's arousal splashed against Nirv's chest, and he could only swell in pride at making his party member so pleasured.
He was contently rubbing and licking there, until he felt the scaly embrace of Alin's hand once more. That wyvern did like just grabbing him out of nowhere. Nirv squeaked as he was brought around, getting a good view of Alin's turgid length, and the wyvern's lusty expression. "This is something I've always wanted to try. It'll be a bit interesting for your first time... But I think it'll be fun."
With Nirv firmly grasped around the middle by a few fingers, Alin began to move him towards that shining, rimmed hole between Grey's cheeks. "Err... Uh, that's..." Nirv squirmed uselessly again, and within a moment he was pushed up against it, Grey's flesh feeling firm, only giving after a good amount of pressure. The micro's head pushed against the taut hole, Alin's spit rubbing against his feathers, and soon, the beak popped in, followed by his head. The horse's ass gripped tight around Nirv, and he could feel the male's entire body quiver. His shoulders and arms were soon pushed inside, and his hips and legs went in easy, leaving him encased in darkness, hot and wet. It was similar to getting trapped in the mouth earlier, but it had a few key difference.
He felt pressure on all sides, soft walls keeping him still, and it was pitch black. There wasn't any hot breath, either, which he found to be a bit of a disappointment. A moment later, though, he did see some light again. Was Alin taking him back out? He barely got a glimpse as the wyvern's huge, black length pressed against the horse's spread star, blocking out the light again. A hot gush of pre ran over Nirv's legs, making his shudder. Surely Alin wasn't thinking of fucking Grey right now...
The walls clenched extra tight around him as the wyvern continued to push his way in, Nirv hearing little more than the watery sounds of a horse's insides. Soon he felt something hard and wet pushing against his feet, and Nirv kicked back against it. More pre gushed against him, covering him to his hips and belly. He started to get pushed further, deeper and deeper as the inches of Alin's prick speared into Grey. Nirv found himself getting turned around as the cock slid further in, the tip soon pushing against his belly, a hard spurt of pre splashing into his mouth and making him cough.
The hybrid squirmed again as Alin's member finally came to a stop. He could feel Grey squeezing around that length, Alin's pulsing cock sending tremors through his body. It started to pull back, and Nirv wondered what was going on, for a moment. Until it slammed back in, sending a hot wave of sexual fluids over his body, bumping right into him! Alin was getting right to it, pushing and pulling, fucking Grey slow and steady. Not that it felt slow to Nirv, with how that cock pulled away and came back, Nirv scrambling to hold on to it, lest he get pushed even further.
He'd get pulled back a could inches, only to get shoved further in, Nirv's body slipping and sliding easily in the lubed hole. It's a good thing Alin leaked like a faucet! Nirv was getting tired from all the moving, pushing his legs to try and move around, clutching and grabbing at Alin's tip. He finally had a good hold on it, though, getting dragged back and forth along with the dick, it's hot sprays constantly, washing over his chest as the wyvern pounded away.
Nirv got pushed back one last time, Alin suddenly stopping. He was surprised to feel the dick stop moving, and blinked in the darkness. Then, the cock gave another push, sinking a bit further into Grey, and Nirv felt it throb hard. Once, twice, he swore it felt like it got thicker- and then there was a hot wash of salt fluids over him. Thicker and heavier than pre, this clung to him, coming in constant streams. Grey's ass quickly filled up as the micro was covered in wyvern jizz, his claws slipping over that cockhead. He held his breath as he was completed submerged, feeling the current of jizz flooding past him, filling the horse to the brim.
They began to weaken, pulse by pulse, until Alin's length was still- for the most part. Still with his beak sealed, Nirv patted the top of Alin's cock once, and twice, then rapidly. He felt it tug, sharply at first, but then in a slow, controlled manner. It popped out and started to retract quickly, Nirv losing his grip. He saw it leave, though, and light filled that hole as the horse's asshole gaped from it's stuffing. He could breathe again, though, and drew in a sharp gasp as the seed started to slide out, carrying Nirv with it. Soon he was up to the rim, and he couldn't even bring up the strength to hold on as he slid over it. He tumbled down Grey's taint, slid over the horse's balls, and plopped down to the bed, where hot, gooey strands of Alin's cum fell on him.
Nirv shakily stood up, and realized that at some point during that rush, hed shot his own load, filling him with a warm afterglow, and a strong bout of lethargy. He fell to his side once he was out of the drop zone for Alin's seed, panting heavily. Part of him wanted to go again, to feel it once more, but it'd have to be another time. There was something just so exhilarating at being blasted with seed like that.
But once more, Alin's claws found him, lifting the tiny male up, as the wyvern pulled up behind Grey, preparing for a cuddle session. Grey looked like he was about to pass out, and Nirv felt the same- Alin's eyes were fixated on him in a different way, though. Predatory, almost. He wiggled in that scaled hand, but there was no way he could get out from here. "Mm. You were great tonight, Nirv. But, you know... I really need a snack. And I don't see anything else here to eat." Nirv's leg kicked, fear spiking in his chest. "W-what? You can't eat me! We're on the same party!"
Alin's thin, strong tongue left his mouth to lick his beak, Nirv spying those triangular, sharp teeth as the wyvern spoke. "Nah, it's fine. You were great, but... I think you'll be better down here." With Nirv dangling above his head, Alin opened his beak, letting Nirv get an eyeful of those strong throat muscles and dexterous tongue. "N-no!" Nirv cried out, before Alin let go. He flapped as hard as he could, but the sticky cum coating on him wouldn't generate any lift. He smacked wetly into that mouth, and hear the sharp clack of the beak closing behind him.
The wyvern's tongue wrapped around him, as the hot breath slapped him in the face. He got pushed against the hard wall of teeth as that tongue lashed him, sliding over every inch of his body, cleaning him of semen and soaking him in spit. Then, sitting in a well of fluids, Alin swallowed, and Nirv got sent on a tight slide down the wyvern's throat, dropping into a well of stinging, hot fluids. He yelped at the sensation, but it covered his whole body, making him sink in.
Outside, Alin pat his belly happily. It'd been a good night. He was always happy to find a new fuck buddy, and Nirv was quite the treat. He settled in for a good night's rest, properly earned after a good aventure.