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The low base bump of the club's beat was all that could be heard of the wild, energetic music playing inside. The cool night's air lingered with a chill befitting the evening's hour; not even the rats scurried about in the trash strewn alleyway. Despite the muddy tire treads and cracked paint peeling from the dirty brick-and-mortar buildings, the area had a bit of calmness to it.

A delicate serenity instantly crushed by the sudden emergence of two brazen beasts.

The side exit swung wide open with a crash as the rear end of a well dressed feral gryphon shoved its way through. In his beak followed the head of a beautiful white dragoness being led by the scruff of her neck in a gentle, but persuasive, tug. The full brunt of the thunderous sound within was let loose as the madly giggling Malik and her fine escort made their retreat from the rumbling arena. It wasn't until the second of her blue paw pads met the cold ground that the drunken dragoness seem to realize their setting had changed.

The gryphon stud was patient with her however, slowly easing that dressed dragoness out into the open. She was quite a find; he'd been looking for something just like her all weekend. That graceful cerulean gown draped over her body just right, accenting the curves of her feral form in a way that made his blood quicken just looking at her. The jewelry she wore accentuated the pristine white dragoness too; the jeweled horn wreathe drew you in to her celestial blue eyes and the golden spiral tail cuff couldn't help but drag your attention toward... other parts of her body.

At least after a few drinks.

And Kruze was pretty sure she was far beyond that. The door slid shut behind her, closing with a subtle click, suddenly shearing off the intense energy pouring from the portal and leaving the two alone for the first time in many hours. That was better, he thought, releasing his nip on her neck and using the opportunity to preen around the sensitive area behind her ear. The feathered male could feel her fur prickle in response to his attention and grinned to himself.

With his lady for the evening out and about, he turned to take stock of their immediate surroundings. It certainly wasn't some five-star hotel, but it would do for what he had in mind. The grey tips of his feathered wings trembled slightly as he stretch them out fully, taking a moment to appreciate the cool night's air on his heated hide. The big bird arched back, glancing down his leather clad flank as he stretched his tail out, rubbing the fluffy tip along her throat and up across her cheek, snatching it away just in time as she moved to nip at it.

His dark haunches were hidden within the loose navy blue khakis of his feral tire which, for the moment, was still keeping him decent, despite the modest lump of arousal building between his legs. His golden eyes scanned the area as he considered his options. The two of them had been going heavy at it for some time: dancing, drinking, laughing, kissing. Things were starting to get frisky and that was just what he was looking for.

This club was always a good place to go when looking to get laid, and tonight was no exception. A nip here, a lick there, a touch there... He rumbled. But he needed to stoke the fires before she cooled off too much. The burly beast's golden eyes landed on a large metal dumpster tucked away in the corner and, without another thought, moved toward it. That was good enough for what he had planned. With the swooning female in tow, the feathered male led his lamb to the choice spot.

He could tell by the look on her face that she was about to ask question, her alcohol soaked brain just starting to process what this was all about. So the frisky bird swooped in, forepaws sliding up across her cheeks and silenced her thoughts with a deep, dirty feral kiss. Her cheeks flushed with warmth instantly as his beak parted, head twisting sideways to get inside her. She resisted, but only for a moment before letting that wet oral organ slide between her lips and torture her inebriated senses with such lecherous ministrations. His talons meshed with her fur as he groped and massaged her ears and neck in such tantalizing ways. A flush of heat course through her body making even the tips of her toes tingle with desire.

He didn't want her to be thinking, just feeling. His paws slid lower as he pushed into that lovely warm muzzle, caressing across her dress, teasing out the shape of her body through the delicate, intimate act. A puff of heated breath escaped through flared nostrils as she huffed in sexual tension at being so mercilessly played with for so long. But she couldn't complain; making out with this finely feathered feline made her giddy with desire.

And that was exactly what he was counting on.

With his paws having roamed beneath her forelimbs, the burley gryphon drake swiftly lifted the angelic dragoness up onto the tips of her hind legs and rolled her backward, splaying the surprised, tipsy hen over onto her back. It would take a moment for the drunken dragoness to recover from having her world spin, but it gave the horny male an opportunity to interject himself firmly between her staggered limbs. A guttural rumble slipped from his beak as he nudged up under her chin and nipped at her throat, following the rousing motion with sensual brush of his tongue across the same spot.

Her entire body shuddered with a heated coo, exhaling sharply as her eyes slipped closed, feeling his weight pressing erotically against her. The situation made her feel dangerously vulnerable, the thrill of that sharp bill grazing across her skin, the flush of his talons pinning her forepaws, the sensation of his body grinding between her hinds like that... Rrrft!

His kisses crept down her neck, sliding down her flanks as he dismounted nice and slowly. His delicate, sensual motions didn't stop at the edge of her dress, the big beast dragging the curve of his beak down her chest and belly giving little nips here and there to get a rise out of her. It worked delightfully; the spread female huffing and groaning slightly in desire, forepaws reaching down her dress, groping at the wickedly teasing male in a lustful matter. She wanted this is much as he did and that suited him just fine.

Soon his feathery face slipped out of reach, leaving the needy dragoness with only her own body to touch now. Those tipsy talons massaged the fabric of her dress as the burly gryphondrake slid lower still until his paws came in contact with her splayed hinds. He rumbled in approval, undressing her with his greedy eyes as his paws roamed through the fur on her rear end. His motions were metered and delicate, sensual but carnal, toying with her in just the right way. He eased her leg up to his beak to nibble while simultaneously caressing down her other thigh, working his way toward undressing her for real.

She was too loopy to offer much assistance to this sexual predator, her loose limb flexing slightly in the air as his talon reached the hem of her white panties and stroked along the outline. His tongue ran up along the length of her leg, nibbling a toe while glancing sidelong down at her rump. He slid a thumb talon beneath her undergarment and toyed with the soft naked skin beneath, touching her in ways that made her heart flutter. This vicious teasing continued for some time, the dirty drake taking liberties with the drunken hen beneath him. She seemed about randy enough to let him to take this a_little too far_.

Those keen talons slipped down, fishing under her dress for the band of her undergarment. The thrilling, tingling sensation of feeling his talons upon her skin only got worse for the poor girl as he rolled them upward, tugging those tight little panties along with them. He took his time revealing the juicy pinkness between her motherly thighs, savoring the moment as the restrictive cloth drew her legs in together. Tail down and toes up, there was a perfect spot between all that soft fluff that he just wanted to bury his beak into.

But there was something else.

With one paw holding her legs up, he leaned forward, carefully digging a curve talon into those lush pussy folds. It took but a moment for him to hook the object, carefully retracting his paw and fishing the used sent-pad out with it. The wet cylinder dangled from his claw tip, swaying slightly as he brought it up to his nares, sniffing it carefully. Even this close his face, it was doing its job surprisingly well, suppressing the scent of a fully fertile female to an almost undetectable level. His eyes shifted focus from the artificial suppressant to those now fully naked nether lips. Without a second thought, shrugged off the implications and tossed the thing over his shoulder carelessly so he could lean in and have at her sloppy cunt.

Whatever questions that might have been formulating in her mind from his short hesitation were quickly snuffed out by the electric stimulation of having that curved beak plundering her unguarded vent. Her gasp of elation was not unwarranted as the tongue she'd felt dancing against her own just a few short moments ago was now slathering her soaked gender with much needed attention. The great beast could only go so deep with that greedy beak but his oral attention was greatly appreciated. Her toes flexed and curled, trapped between the loops of her undergarment but her tight snug snatch felt all the better to wedge into because of it.

It gave Kruze an opportunity to sample this fine fresh female in all her delicious glory, its tapered tip scraping across her wet folds, gathering her delicious scent and rubbing across the roof of his beak. He drank deeply of her pheromone rich nectar. His rear paw stamped the ground a time or two as a shudder of desire bolted up his spine, infusing his thoughts with a heavy lust that his body urged him to take out on this lovely little hen.

It took some effort to drag his beak out of that warm little snatch, the feathers of his fluff puffing up for a moment from the hormonal overload as his mind started coming down off the primal high. Long lustful swipes of his tongue swept across that of his wet glistening beak it could reach. It did little to clean the slickened mess she'd made on his snout, but it was a problem he was willing to bear- he thought, staring down at the ripe wet pinkness between her legs while reaching down to rub between his own.

It was no easy feat, even for the big beast, to fish himself out of the restrictive clothing while holding another feral's legs up. But in the end he couldn't deny the satisfaction of finally feeling his crimson cock flesh spilling out into the open like that. The feathered male let his fly down alllll the way before casually reaching into his pants and scooping out those hefty orbs as well, their churning, swollen weight leaving nothing hidden to the imagination. Not that she could see the thick slab of male meat that was about to fuck her senseless from her current position. She just lay there in softly moaning desire as he wrapped his paw around his mast and gave it one long full stroke from sheath to tip, smearing his musky sheath slime across its taut surface in the process.

Without further hesitation, he lurched forward, mounting the dumpster dragoness upon it. He didn't attempt to undress or untangle the hen beneath them, instead letting those trapped thighs roll forward against his chest as he brought his twitching spire to bear. The arrangement brought her knees up toward her chest, lifting that fine ass up into an even more fuckable position. Within moments he was standing above her, his sharp features staring down into her drunken, dilated, sky-blue eyes as he slid his tapered tip right up against her unprotected sex without a hint of hesitation.

This was her last chance to stop him, last chance for some semblance of reason to shine through, to keep that pussy wrecking prick from ravaging her snug little cunt. But once again his timing was impeccable, the randy gryphon boring through her reason and logic with a blunt drill of carnal lust and wonton desire as he rolled forward, wedging himself into her puffy heat swollen sex without hesitation. Her eyes went wide, cheeks flush and mouth agape in a stolen cry of ecstasy as she felt him enter her, inch after lush inch squeezing its way inside her dangerously vulnerable little vent.

The devious drake didn't stop wedging her open until he felt his tip nestle itself comfortably against her innermost barrier and, even then, gave her a couple short rasping thrusts to dig those wicked barbs into her soft, tender folds. He could feel those cute blue paw pads flexing at his chest, her alcohol muddled mind trying to make sense of the overflow of sensations shooting up through her pussy. A mischievous smirk curled the edge of his beak, paws pinning her wings as he drew back, raking those stimulating barbs across her delicate flesh and watching his fluffy little fuck buddy go wide-eyed and squirm at the explicit sensation.

Oh she was delicious; the feeling of those snug, enraptured, egg laying muscles squeezing down around every inch of him like that was simply euphoric. It wasn't often he was able to go full bore like this- hens usually complained about those nasty barbs of his. But she seemed drunk enough to take him without protection, err... without complaining! Granted there was one other complication to this night of frisky frolicking- he thought offhandedly as he reversed direction, squeezing right back up inside of her anyway.

In a gryphoness, those torturous barbs might just help encourage a hen into heat. But in a fluffy dragon slut like this- already in heat and a species not used to the sexual stimulation that a bull like him would provide to her perilously unprepared womb... Well... Let's just say there was a good chance she wasn't gunna to be able to fit into this lovely little dress in a couple months- he thought, shoving himself all the way up inside her for a third time. A light grunt escaped his throat as he really got down to work fucking the shit out of this drunken hen.

For her part, Malik had no qualms with her current situation; the sexual elation of feeling the big drake plowing into her fertile fields was scratching an itch that had been torturing her for days. Literally. Her body bounced against his as his fluffy crotch as he crashed against hers again and again, the two ferals fucking to a new, vulgar rhythm of lechery. She might regret her lack of discretion in the morning but, in the heat of the moment, she was biting her lip just trying not moan too loudly.

Her forepaws had reached up to grip his forelimbs at some point, trying to steady herself against the relentless pounding thrusts that that drove his thick crimson prick up inside her wet candy colored pussy. A knot of pleasure was building at the back of her neck, the great drake making full use of the deep delicious hole between her legs to casually get off in. He leaned forward nosing his wet beak under her chin to nibble and nip at her throat, reminding the fancy female of her place beneath him. Her eyes flitted closed at the sensual overload, her body on the razor's edge as he took her to the peak and shoved her violently over the edge without a second thought.

Her mind blanked, unable to process the sensory overload as those tortured egg laying muscles suddenly exploded in a series of powerful and pleasurable contractions. Her whole body convulsed from tip to tail she came, and came hard. The feral male didn't even slow down, the feathered beast simply fucking her through one orgasm and into another.

Her quivering folds left her body defenseless as the great gryphon plundered her unguarded flesh for every drop of pleasure he could squeeze from it. And there was much pleasure to be had from this drunken dragoness. Her inner folds twitched from the intense stimulation of those nasty cock barbs freely rooting around in her deepest recesses, taking liberties with her unprotected sex. Already her tender ovaries were swollen from his carnal encouragement, the slimy seminal lubricant easing his passage through her heated channel. Of course that was only distracting her mind from realizing he was using the same breeding tool to goad those vulnerable little egg makers into being as productive as possible.

It would take only the smallest nip to tip the scales in his favor.

Unfortunately for the furry dragoness, Kruze didn't do nips when it came to fucking his hens. Instead, he'd bulldoze her past the point of no return by making sure she got to feel his furry sheath crammed against her crotch. And she'd only get that when felt him cram the tip of his drooling cock flesh right up inside her vulnerable little womb.

Breaking into the belly of the beast was no easy task mind you, but the beastial drake had been pummeling her pussy for several minutes now and been using her orgasms to scrape and grind his tip against her innermost chamber, lubricating the entire passage with a thick coat of his slick pre-cum. Prying that delicate babymaking barrier open so he could dump his load all the way inside where it could do the most damage was just one more_risk_ he was willing to take. The dirty bird was salivating at the thought of being balls deep in this hot little hen... So it was time to make that happen.

With a bouncing shift he rolled that fine furred ass up even further, stepping a hind leg up on the trashy lid to give them a better angle to fucking clutch right into her healthy, cum hungry womb. Her tail dangled limply as her hind paws slid up off the end of his chest offering that devious beak the opportunity to lean over and nibble on her delectable toes. The enraptured female gurbled a guttural growl as he plowed into her anew, driving the spear of flesh he carried between his legs all the way down inside, pounding away at her unprotected sex.

She could feel it happening, feel those prickly barbs slipping deeper inside of her, felt them tugging at the strings of her senses and playing her body like an old drum. And, when it happened, her body quivered as she came again.

For a few moments Malik couldn't breathe. Her body would not responding to anything her mind told it to do; not draw in air, not scream out in pleasure, and certainly not stop that treetrunk of gryphon dick from lodging itself all the way inside her. The feathered male closed his eyes and twisted his neck in delicious satisfaction as he felt his furred balls slide right up her naked ass and come to rest comfortably on thick tail base. He'd given her a number of vicious orgasms; it was time she gave one back.

Feeling those flexible barbs slip inside her one by one was a dreamy sensation. Feeling the heat of that fine fuckable cunt swallowing him whole was even better. Her candy pink pussy lips slid right up against his crotch, peeling back the ring of his sheath fur to get it all inside her as he ground himself flush with that swollen cock slot, making her... letting her take it all in with the wiggle of his hips. His feathery wings hung loose at his sides, trembling at the violent satisfaction he felt from what should be so simple an action.

He was so on edge, it almost hurt. His barbs flared out, grabbing into any part of her delicate juicy flesh they could sink into. It seemed like ages before he could con his body into moving again, the tension in his frame noticeable as he gripped the edge of the dumpster and lunged forward. And again. A third time was all he needed; a firm feral shove made sure he was lodged as deep inside this drunken little slut as he could get and helped precipitate the first wad of thick juicy gryphon cum that surged up that bulging urethral vein. The back of his neck tingled as he felt it smash into that deliciously unprotected womb of hers.

His body convulsed powerfully as he shot another lance of spunk down deep inside her abused fleshy folds. Pulse after thick goopy pulse gorged the gasping hen as he casually impregnated her, the spasming fluffslut feeling him violate her inner sanctuary without a second thought to the consequences. The delicate curve of her deepest recesses dimpled outward slightly with each fresh surge of gryphon cum being dumped into her naked womb, filling the helpless little hen to the brim- and then some! Time and again she felt him jerk forward encouraging those hefty balls to lighten their load at her expense. And, even as he was pumping a gut-swelling clutch right into her cunt, all she could think about was the vulgar thrill of his of sticky semen backwashing out and trickling down her tail like that.

Their bodies collided in the most intense and unsafe of ways. The virile male's potent little sperm crashed against the bountiful shores of her most receptive of places and voraciously sought out those lush, fertile fields to pillage and plunder. They'd have an easy time of it too, her sore swollen ovaries an easy target for his little swimmers to dig into and scrape an extra clutch or two out of.

But that was a future her problem; the sore, bloated, cum soaked fluff dragon's head flopped back on the dumpster lid, panting heavily and just trying to take a moment to make the world stop spinning and recover from being fucked raw. Not that she was complaining, not yet anyway. Tomorrow the poor girl would be trying to recover from an intense hangover while scrubbing dried cum stains out of her fur... But, for now, the pinned and skewered hen just let the incredible afterglow of her inadvertent breeding session spread from tip to tip.

For his part; that just put an exceptional cap on a fine night of wining and dining this pretty beast. Add to it getting laid in the most satisfying ways and possibly putting a fat clutch of eggs inside this lovely little lamb; one couldn't ask for a better way to spend a Sunday night. It'd be several minutes before that mast of gryphon flesh calm down enough for him to dislodge himself from between those lovely childbearing hips so he took the moment to reach back and rudely grope the fine ass he just fucked senseless.

Her cute little muddled huffs and groans would tell him how tender she was as he rooted around in her cock stuffed cunt. Even waiting a good two minutes, it was still an ordeal plucking is spent flesh vice grip of her heat swollen sex. Those vicious barbs gave her a last hurrah as he dragged them across to her tender channel one final time, scraping a copious amount of cum out of her pussy in the process. The lurid shlop that echoed from her well used vent made her ears burn with embarrassment, sticky strands of the stuff drizzling off her tail base and making a goopy puddle of their intermingled fluids that trickled to the ground.

For the first time in what felt like ages she was able to ease her legs down into a less stressful position, a soft groaning hiss escaping her lips as her sore muscles were reminded what it felt like not to have a treetrunk of gryphon dick stuffed under her tail. A puff of mist escaped the big bird's nares as Kruze flopped down onto all fours. He hadn't noticed the increased chill in the air for some reason... He glanced over at the sprawling, cum dripping hen still laying on the dumpster; she hadn't seemed notice either.

Despite having extracted himself from that wet vice of dragon pussy, his arousal had yet to abate and putting the beast back in its cage after a fuck like that was no easy task. Still, he couldn't walk out in public sporting the full masted arousal he'd just used to knock up a hen with... By the time he'd managed to button up, Malik's twitching hind paw was just starting to stretch out, trying drunkenly to crawl off trash receptacle she just been plowed on. The spent male grinned a coy little smirk as he caught sight of her noticeably more pudgy midsection, swollen with a generous helping of gryphon spunk.

And, with any luck, it was only going to get bigger- he thought as the spent male brought his messy paw up to his beak, licking away the strings of sperm-tainted dragon honey leftover from putting his breeding tool away. Malik fell heavily onto all fours as she slid off the edge of the semen-slickened dumpster, her form wobbly as she tried to regain herself. It was adorable watching her slowly flop forward onto her chest while reaching back, trying and pull her panties back up like that. But, as much as he enjoyed watching the sloppy pinkness between her legs drool with his cum, he had places to be.

He gave her hind end a frisky swat on his way, rumbling his approval as he passed by. As far as he was concerned, that was the end of their 'relationship'. No need to say thank you, no need to say how good that felt. It was a fine fuck for sure, but he'd be doing this again next weekend and the weekend after that if he could find some hot tail. And, if the next one was in heat, he'd put some chicks in her too if she wasn't any more careful than this one.

Stopping at the corner of the building, he reached beneath himself to rub the still present lump under his belly and, without even a glance back, turned the corner and disappeared.

By then the fluffy white dragon that had been left behind had managed to make herself at least somewhat decent, despite her matted fur absolutely reeking of gryphon spunk. She felt bloated and sore, tender in all the right places and wrong ones too. She had to take it slow, still sloshed from an evening she probably wouldn't remember. The poor thing stumbled to the door and, only after tugging on it several times, realized it was a one-way exit. She huffed in fleeting annoyance before waddling down towards the street with her cum swollen midsection.

The streetlamps were unpleasantly bright after an evening of being plowed in the darkness of the back alley, a paw reaching up to shield her eyes from what felt like burning sunlight. She'd make it home safe and sound though massively overpaying for a cab in the process. Once home she'd find her bed and flop into it without bothering to undress or clean up which would, unfortunately for her, give the fistfuls of tiny little sperm he'd dumped into her plenty of time to fertilize the gut swelling clutch he'd been hoping to put in her.

Tomorrow was going to be a hell of a start to the new week... and the next 15 to 20 years.