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Training. So much training. Every day was a training day for Katrina. She was in Klyneth for an acrobatic competition and she needed to be in tip-top condition to stand a chance. The feline had seen her opponents and while she had a species advantage - cats were known to be far more nimble and agile than most - she knew that just meant the others had to work harder to overcome her advantage. That was why she was out every morning, jogging as much as she could to keep herself in the best shape possible.

Katrina needed the cardio, the flexibility, and the strength to do the best at the finals of the competition. The worldwide combat parkour championships, a race that had contestants free-running through town all while carrying a baton from person to person in teams. There were physical elements, as contestants were able to tackle and steal the baton from others to slow them down, but Katrina was an expert in dodging that sort of interaction; as a smaller, more nimble feline she had so far managed to almost completely avoid the 'combat' part of the sport.

That was common for her kind. Any felines or avians. The larger folks like the canines and equines had more power and speed but she was more nimble and less likely to engage in combat. It worked for her, which was why she needed to work on that cardio.

She had mapped out a very long trek that took her north east out of town, through the hilly area south of the Vast Emerald Wood, into the forest, and eventually out northwest of town, where she would emerge into the agriculture district and return to her hotel in central Klyneth. She expected this to last her anywhere from three to five hours, depending on how difficult the uphill area proved to be.

And she was pretty much right on the money. At the four hour mark, after she'd been jogging at a brisk pace since sun up, she finally emerged from the south treeline of the Vast Emerald Wood, where she got a good look at endless plains of fields, pastures, and farm equipment. The road was run down, with deep ditches on either side lined by endless fences and walls of crops. Perfect. On the other side, her right side, there was a steep cliff about ten meters high and about one kilometre or more down the road. While such a cliff did seem a bit out of place in such a flat region of agriculture, the area northeast of Klyneth was known to be hilly like that, so she assumed it was simply an outlier. Plus the same cliffs could be seen within the Vast Emerald Wood before her exit.

Things were going well, except the trek was a bit harsher than she was expecting and she was growing fatigued. The region - especially in the Vast Emerald Wood - was far more humid than her homeland and it was sapping her energy. She needed a drink, and badly.

Fortunately for her, as she emerged through the treeline on the shoulder of the road, she saw someone ahead. Someone halfway down the edge of the cliff. It was a rather tall and lanky canine fellow wearing only shorts. He was jogging in the same direction as her but going much slower, and he had a water bottle in hand. She decided to job a bit faster to catch up, to see if she could steal a sip.

As she got closer and was about to call out to him, she could see he had headphones in his ears, and his other hand held a phone. She needed to get closer to get his attention, so she sped up again into nearly a sprint. This was a very bad idea, as it drained the last of her energy, leaving her heaving once she got to him, hand on reaching out to grab his shoulder.

He jumped and turned around, hands up to defend himself before realizing it was just a fellow early morning jogger. He took his ear phones out and out them in her case. "Uh, hello? How can I help you?" He asked, concerned but still a little shaken by the adrenaline that coursed through him.

Katrina spoke with a thick accent. "Sorry. I just need a drink. Do you have water?" She pointed to his water bottle, knowing he may not have been willing to share.

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, I do but I think it might be better to get you your own bottle if possible." He could tell she seemed dejected, so he continued by motioning towards the cliffs lining the road. "I just work here. Come on, I'll get you set up. What's your name?"

"Katrina. Yours?" She asked between deep breaths. Though she was exhausted from the heat and the humidity, she was quickly recovering from it. As a world-class athlete she had fantastic cardio and could regain her composure in less than a minute. She still needed some hydration, though.

"Ezra. Come on, I'll get you a drink. Follow me, won't be long." He motioned for her to keep pace and kept jogging, guiding her to a gap in the cliff that had a black metal gate across it. The top of the gate had a logo that simply read 'The Ranch' with some ornate trees and animal silhouettes on either side, a barn in the middle. It was quaint, but modern. He punched in some numbers at the pillar near the driveway leading into it, opening the gate down the middle. "I'll take you to the barn, we can fill up a bottle for you if that will help."

"Many thanks." She said, staying behind him.

The pair of them made their way between the cliffs, a driveway which was on a subtle incline that snaked its way through the valley, wide enough for two vehicles and enough space on either side for foot paths. As they emerged, she saw something she genuinely didn't expect even though she should have given the moniker on the gate. Atop the cliff - which appeared to simply be a plateau raised ten meters above the surrounding area - was a ranch. Just a ranch. A home in the middle, a barn off to the side, and a series of different pastures and enclosures in all directions. Some of them looked more like a zoo than a ranch, though, as there was a pair of caged-in aeries opposite the black and red wooded barn. In addition, many of the surrounding pastures had horses, cows, sheep, pigs, and a rarer, pack of Ulokar. A race of intelligent, but rarely domesticated creatures that looked like a blend of dragon, wolf, equine, and gryphon.

"Welcome to the ranch!" Ezra declared as they emerged into the center, a parking lot with a few cars, two trucks, and a single tractor. "Not the most creatively named but it needed to be done. They used to call it the ZetaRanch but that had dual meanings and was confusing people. So they went with a simpler meaning. I'm not a host, though, I'm just spending the weekend."

Just then an equally tall and fit-looking tiger came out of the barn, waving at Ezra. "Hey! Welcome back! Who's this?"

"Ohey Rex! This is just Katrina! She needs some water!"

Katrina stayed quiet. She didn't want to be too boisterous, as she was actually pretty shy and recluse when not doing her combat parkour runs. She just wanted a drink. She just waved meekly, greeting the tiger named Rex while avoiding eye contact.

Rex waved back. "So she's not a proper guest, then? A shame." He was looking up and down her body, noting her sleek physique and toned, exposed abs between her tight jogging shorts and tank top. "Did you tell her about-"

"Nah, sorry mate. Not sure that's appropriate. Just let her get some water and be on her way." Ezra turned to Katrina. "The barn has a well-filtered sink. There are also bottles you can take if you need to. They keep them just in case. The Ranch tends to be very aerobic." He winked, then motioned for her to head over to the barn without them as he and Rex headed towards the horse pasture.

This left Katrina alone in the middle of the parking lot area between the driveway and the black and red wood barn. It was strange to her that they'd so casually let her go if they didn't know her, but she was thirsty enough to not dwell on it for more than a moment before trotting over.

She grabbed the barn door and slid it to the side, revealing a stunningly well-kept interior. No random bits of straw or dirt on the ground, just rubber pads on concrete. There was a distinct smell - all barns had it - but it was overlaid with a lovely floral hint on top. It looked clean, it smelled clean, and she didn't hear any creatures in any of the stalls that lined the walls. Directly ahead of her was another gate to the other side of the barn as well as a rather large basin with a bunch of water bottles on the shelf above it. That must have been what they were talking about. To her right was an office door leading to a room behind the sink. Looked important. On the far ends, there were two more sliding barn doors, each one leading to a different pasture.

Katrina was parched, and though the barn was air conditioned it was still pretty stuffy. Before she even considered filling a water bottle, she turned on the tap and bent over the edge of the sink, lips to the water stream to lap it up a bit at a time. The cool, refreshing tastes and sensation kept her attention so thoroughly that she didn't even notice the shifting form rising behind her, a tall beast head and shoulders above her looking down and watching. Its shadow loomed over her, but her eyes were closed as she did her best to not let any of the running water splash into them.

It wasn't until she reached out to grab a bottle to fill that she felt hot breath on the back of her neck, tickling her fur and making her hair part. Her tail twitched and her toes curled to dig her claws into the ground. Part of her was excited, the other part was scared. When she turned around she saw an intimidatingly large gryphon looking down at her, eyes narrowed and ears up, fixated upon her. Its beak clattered shut a few times as it leaned into her, nearly pressing her backwards over the edge of the sink.

"Oh hey, big boy. Girl? Boy?" She spoke, then casually leaned to the side to glance under the gryphon's flank. There, she saw a rather thick bulging sheath hanging low between the gryphon's hind legs, a red-tipped bit of glistening flesh poking out the end of it. "Good boy. Are you looking for your stall or something?" Curious, she quickly looked around the barn, wondering where the gryphon could have come from. Three out of the four barn doors were closed, leaving only the one she entered open.

Before she could say or do anything, the gryphon leaned into her, pressing the crest of his beak against her chest between her breasts, forcing her to lean precariously on the edge of the sink. The hot breath coming out his nares moistened her tank top all the way through to her fur, tickling her in a sensual way she didn't expect. Her breathing quickened and her heart started racing as she gripped the edge of the sink for balance, not wanting to be pushed over as the gryphon nuzzled her and lightly preened her belly. Clearly this beast wasn't aggressive or nasty, so she gave his cheek a bit of a rub, a bit of affection he reciprocated by twisting his neck and leaning into it.

"Oh, you just want some love. Okay, I can help you with that." She spoke aloud, even though she doubted the gryphon understood her wods. She scratched him behind both ears at the same time with her hands wrapped around the sides of his large head, getting him to close his eyes, purr, and rock his head from side to side. His beak was still pressed to her chest, and his purring vibrated through her body, eliciting a response from her that ended with a tingling in her loins and a stiffening of her nipples.

Each subsequent touch and caress from him got her breath quickened a bit more, her heart racing a bit faster. Before long, her chest was heaving to press against his beak while she leaned into him, better getting her arms around the sides of his face to massage him behind the ears. She felt a bit self-conscious about this, as she was supposed to be training for her competition. She just came in to get a quick drink and collect a bottle of water. It felt like a betrayal of her objective to waste it thinking naughty thoughts about some random gryphon.

But at the same time, it was hard to ignore what was going on. The gryphon drake appeared to be pretty amorous and the scent of musk hung in the muggy air of the barn, teasing her like an ethereal tendril ending in a hand that wrapped around her muzzle to force her to both smell and taste it. The gryphon's arousal scent was almost overwhelming, so much so that she lost herself in fantasies when she closed her eyes and brought a single hand down to slip it in her athletic shorts. There, she wrapped her palm around her mound and slipped a single finger into herself.

She was so wet that she felt next to no resistance. Her shorts were soaked. Maybe it was just sweat from the morning run, or maybe she really was that desperately in need of what the beast was offering. Either way, she felt like the best way to proceed was to get her water and leave. She couldn't get distracted by primal needs when training, that would just drain her of the energy she needed to win.

And yet she couldn't just turn around and leave. She wanted to grab that bottle, to fill it, and then to march out of the barn and thank both Rex and Ezra. But no, she couldn't. With the adrenaline flowing through her chest and a tingling heat coursing through her loins, she couldn't help but slip out from between the gryphon and the basin to get another, better look between his hind legs.

Of course his cock was exposed. Not just the tip, either. As he gazed sidelong at her with a knowing grin and narrowed look, his tail pumped and his ridged cock slipped just a bit farther from its confines, resulting in a visible bulge in the sheath. She was impressed with its size, as she thought gryphons were supposed to be pretty basic in terms of package size. But his shaft, a bright glistening red-fleshed rocket, was easily as big around as her arm. Maybe closer to her thigh. She was pretty lithe, so she was thinner than most felines, but that was still an immensely massive tool to behold.

It actually reminded her of the horses she rode when she was young. Katrina was always the athletic type and one of her first loves was for equestrian sports. Her awakening came when she was grinding herself on a saddle's horn, finding it to be the most satisfying way to get off prior to getting her first boyfriend. She also fantasized about the horse's equipment, but never explored it. Not at first. This continued until she escaped her adolescent years and blossomed into a young adult, where her curiosity got the better of her and she decided to see just how much stamina her stallion possessed.

As it turned out, horses didn't last long, but the size was enough to ruin her for other suitors. At least for a while. Her being a rather petite feline she was not ready for the vigour and size of the stallion but quickly found that the combination of her athletic nature and her single-minded goal of getting better at her chosen sport left her with few opportunities to relieve her tension and the pelvic muscle tone to handle anything that came her way.

So she went from virgin to playing mare for her stallions, and the more she experienced the more she wanted. She quickly became a size queen where anything smaller than a fist just wasn't enough for her. Of course, this sort of mentality only persisted until she discovered that she could exercise her loins the same way she exercised the rest of her muscles, resulting in a pussy that was flexible enough to take a stallion or dire wolf with ease but was also strong enough to satisfy her average-sized partners.

It had been a while since she got a chance to test her limits. She was tighter than normal due to all the training she was doing and all the focus aimed at the competition. So when she saw the girth of that gryphon shaft drooping out the end of his sheath, drooling precum and natural slime onto the pads of the barn's floor she couldn't help but get lost in the fantasies of what that sort of equipment could do to her. It reminded her of her stallion partners, but ridged instead of veined. And the bulge of the knot still in the sheath was exciting in a way she wasn't prepared to deal with. Her self-control was slipping as she was exhausted from such a lengthy morning run.

That self control was all that was keeping her from diving between the gryphon's legs and stealing a casual taste of what he had to offer. That and the fact that she wasn't familiar with this drake and had no idea if he was safe or not. But even with that in mind she couldn't help but fantasize. It didn't help that the gryphon kept nuzzling her, preening her with his beak, and extending a front talon to paw at her and keep her attention. He was straddling the line between scary intensity and friendly playfulness. So much so that she decided that it was worth the risk.

She wasn't entirely worried about being caught, but she did peek out the barn to see if anyone was nearby. In her musk-addled mind, there was nothing wrong with giving a gryphon drake the pleasure he wanted and clearly deserved. She saw nobody was nearby, so she mostly closed the door behind her, leaving it open only a crack, before sidling up next to the gryphon and kneeling by his hind leg. There, she brought a hand up to cradle the underside of his leaking shaft, noting that she felt the heat emanating off his flesh before she even touched him.

He glanced back at her, nodding his head excitedly while clacking his beak, one front paw up in a playful pre-swipe motion.

"Good boy." Katrina purred mostly to herself as she finally made contact, allowing his cock tip to rest heavily on her palm. She felt the subtle prick of barbs tickling her flesh as the beast recoiled a bit. Not in pain, but due the sensitivity of her touching that part of him. Those barbs were like a cat's tongue, swept-back nubs of sharp cartilage, perfect for stimulating their mate without doing damage. Interestingly, when she wrapped her hand around his cock tip, those barbs tensed up, splaying outward to tickle her palms while the ridges along his shaft intensified.

Clearly he was amenable to this sort of attention so she continued, bringing her second hand up to cradle his shaft and stroke his length. She even deliberately focused on the sensation of her fingers rushing over his ridges, the bumpy sensation exciting her even more. The combination of that and the tickling of her other palm by his barbs left her practically hyperventilating in the muggy barn.

Katrina couldn't help but collect some of his drooling mess and use it to slip her hand down her shorts, cupping her mound and smearing the fluid all over her pussy lips. The combination of her arousal and the gryphon's slime left her feeling so slick that with one flex of her wrist and an exhaling relaxation, she nearly slipped her entire hand into herself, her walls unable to stop her digits from plunging deeper.

With a light gasp that had her nearly falling into the gryphon, she stopped and pulled back, whimpering to herself amidst the purrs to wonder what she was doing. But when she looked back at the horny drake, she saw he was angling his body to make things easier for her while grinning, gape-beaked at her in a way that urged her to continue. And though she wasn't convinced at first, a subtle buck of his hips forced more of his cock out of his sheath and into her hands, encouraging her.

"Fine, fine. Sorry, I didn't mean to offend." She joked, then pulled her paw from her tight shorts and used the combined mess to caress his shaft all the way up to the sheath, slipping a few fingers inside him between the firm girth of his cock and the soft flesh surrounding it.

There was an audible squelching sound as her invading digits parted the two layers of flesh and let some air in, air that was pushed back out as the drake bucked and the knot inside swelled against her palm, nearly forcing her hand out.

At this point she had lost most of her self-control and was letting herself get lost to the mix of gryphon musk and her own needs that hadn't been met since she arrived in Klyneth. Eager for more, she slipped under the drake and sidled her second hand up against his shaft, slipping it into the sheath opposite the first. This left her with her forearms cradling his massive member with the head nestled in the crook between her elbows and the underside of her breasts, which were compressed by the athletic tank top she wore.

This wouldn't do. So she pulled both her hands from the gryphon's sheath and grabbed the underside of her sports bra, peeling everything off her top with one fluid motion before tossing it to the side, bits of it hanging off a nearby stall hook. She only managed to keep her balance because, as a feline, she couldn't really be pushed over. At least that's what she thought.

Seemingly aroused from complacency, the gryphon bucked forward and stepped over her, his cock stabbing her in the chest and knocking her onto her butt, knees in the air and slimy hands coated in bits of hay and dander that speckled the pads of the floor.

"Oh, man." She said to herself, chest still vibrating with a pleased purr. "Now I have to clean up. Sorry buddy." She patted his chest and rolled out from under him, quickly hopping to her feet and shaking off the particles that got on her when she lost her balance. The feline was quick about returning to the sink and washing her hands off but that didn't last long at all.

Before she could even start drying herself, the gryphon drake leapt behind her and wrapped his neck and beak around her waist, tugging her back and tossing her to the side. She pivoted and regained her balance but the beast was too quick. He pounced her and pinned her down to a bale of hay in the corner next to the sliding barn door. He kept a front talon on her belly, with his claws on either side of her breasts and one in between while his opposing claw wrapped around her groin to rub the fabric of her shorts into her.

Katrina couldn't help but gasp a bit, letting out a mewl of surprise and a hiss of desire as she struggled with which emotion to display. On one paw, she was scared of the gryphon's sudden and intense domination of her, but on the other hand it excited her to be taken in a way that brought her back to her young adult days when she first let the stallion mount her. She was shocked at how wet she got and how easily she could contest his aggression with her own muscular clenching.

But this was different. This wasn't a well-trained mount that she'd developed a rapport with. This was a feral beast that she just met. She had no idea how he'd react even if, up to this point, he'd been nothing but pleasant and amenable to her approaches. Of course, the massive talon on her chest and belly pinning her to the hay bale told her that this might not go how she imagined or hoped. That was, until he hovered over her and lightly huffed hot breath onto her neck and chest, slowly sliding his talon down her body so that the middle digit that slid between her breasts came to stop at the waist band of her athletic shorts, tugging on the stretchy fabric and plucking the string to tease her.

With a gulp and a whimper-purr, she could see past his black-fleshed talon that her shorts were soaked. Like, so wet that there was a slick ooze trickling down over her cameltoe through it. The drake had a destination in mind and was being shockingly polite for a feral beast, so she did him a favour by undoing the string and wiggling out of her shorts, exposing herself fully to him. She tossed the pants near the same hook that held her sports bra and tank top, but missed. Oh well. She didn't care.

And she cared even less about her clothes when the gryphon arched his neck to press his beak up between her legs, the crest of it grinding against her engorged clit. All the training she did ensured her loins were more prone to sexual stimulation, her clit getting hard like a cock as a side effect. She didn't mind, it just meant that she was more sensitive when grinding against things. Just like grinding on the horn of the saddle. And just like that, the memory of her saddle curiosities and the stallion adventures that followed left her so hot she felt like she was melting to his touch. Figuratively.

Yet, given the mess trickling from her loins, melting may have been an apt description. She tried to slip her hand past his beak to pleasure herself but he chomped down on her wrist and flicked her paw away before extending a tongue into her. He didn't even stop to lick her clit or caress her lips, he just probed his long tongue into her, undulating in waves like a tentacle while darting in and out to swallow all the mess she left on him.

Naturally, she couldn't help but grab the edges of the hay bale and push down against him, grinding her clit on the crest of his beak while his tongue explored her. She wanted to rub herself to get a little extra stimulation but her experience in pleasuring herself while not letting anyone see that she was on the cusp of orgasm gave her all she needed to subtly twitch and clench her loins in a way that perfectly massaged her. The purring that emanated from her chest added to the sensations, inversely affecting them both in a way that seemed to trigger something in the gryphon.

The drake reared up while keeping his beak down between her legs, landing with both front talons on either of her upper thighs. His talons dug into her as he forcefully spread her knees as far apart as they could go, angling her hips so he could get his tongue even deeper while still keeping his beak pressed to her clit. This was glorious at first but she got a little apprehensive when he opened his beak up wide like he was about to chomp down on her loins.

This coaxed her to flex her hips and resist his forced splits, closing him off from her nethers. She slid out from under him and curled up on the hay bale, whimpering as lingering tremors of pleasure coursed through her, the feline's entire body on the razor's edge between climax and plateau.

But then she looked up and saw that he was sad, his head cocked to the side and pupils dilated. His sky blue irises were deep and vibrant, his feathers all stood on edge, and he held in place with one front talon up like a good boy waiting for approval. His cock was fully exposed, even the knot had slipped from his sheath and every bit of his red cock flesh was oozing natural lubricant all over the pads beneath and around the hay bale.

He moved like he was about to pounce but stopped before leaping multiple times, as she wasn't responding to him. It was cute, he wanted her but was respecting her boundaries. She told him 'no' with body language and he was abiding by it.

That was all the proof she needed that she wasn't in danger. The gryphon was smart enough to identify her body language and react accordingly. It made sense, as he was a beast on a ranch, probably used for riding or for other livestock-related work. Very well behaved. "Good, good boy." she cooed, her voice vibrating with a sustained purr that also kept the tremors of pleasure coursing through her. She then relaxed a bit and widened her stance a bit, one knee up and the other laying to the side to better expose her loins. She patted her groin just above her clit. "Go on boy, you can-"

He didn't wait for her to finish her sentence before leaping up on the hay bale, one paw up next to her and the other down on the ground beneath her. He wasn't diving in tongue first, his massive cock was hovering just over her pussy. And like before, she could feel the heat of his flesh before he even touched her. The aura of his arousal soaked her deep, coating her fur before any of his flesh made contact. But then, with a clench of his loins and a buck of his hips, that barbed tip of his stabbed at her lips, parting them and plunging itself into her with an aggressive attack of desire.

She let out a feline howl of pleasure and pain before she clenched her jaw shut and balled up her fists, loins tensed up to resist him as best she could while she bared her teeth. The hiss returned to a purr as her breathing stabilized, her balled fists loosening and adrenaline coursing through her. She felt the intensity of his barbed tip splaying out inside her, tickling her like it had her palms, and every wave of tension seemed to tug itself deeper into her. She loved it, even if he was far thicker than she was used to, allowing her to gradually relax, releasing some of the pressure of her toned pelvic muscles from around him.

It didn't take long for her to adjust. Her size-queen tendencies taught her all she needed to know about how to flex and relax in a rhythm that allowed her to handle more than she looked like she could. With a few relaxed, heavy breathing exercises she was able to loosen her loins and calm her nerves a bit. She still had to grab a hold of his front shoulder for a bit of control, though. After a moment of adjustments, she let her tongue hang out as she panted heavily, hair all tousled and body sweaty with a combination of exhaustion and excitement. She could even see that there was a visible bulge in her lower belly as the sheer size of his member made its presence known within her!

The gryphon took all of this as the permission he needed to go farther. Once she relaxed and he felt her loins loosen up, he started to buck like a wild drake, slamming himself as hard and deep as he could against her, his barbed tip tugging her flesh and his ridged length making her lips slap and squelch with every motion. His knot teased her opening as his tip went deeper, threatening to burst through and test the very limits of her depths.

She had to flex her paws into fists and bite down on her own wrist to deal with the intensity of gryphon cock assaulting her, the sheer aggression of the drake giving her no room to adjust or adapt. She felt raw, tender, and sore but equally overwhelmed with delight. There was nothing quite like the sensation of being given the most feral lust imaginable with no control and no recourse. She was trapped beneath him, pinned by his beak on her chest and talon on her shoulder as he arched his back and slammed himself into her repeatedly.

Katrina's one source of self-assurance was that she could feel his cock tip slamming as deep as it would go, there was no way that knot was going to slip into her. No way. He was already bottoming out as the knot teased her lips and her canal only went so deep. Yet, despite this - or perhaps because of it - the drake just kept thrusting, pushing a bit harder and deeper every time.

Again, she howled in a combination of pleasure and pain as the gryphon rutted her with little regard for her safety. He just kept thrusting, his barbed tip battering the farthest reaches of her depths and tickling her in a way that actually made her feel like he was slipping through to her womb.

No way. There was no way this would happen. At least that's what she thought. She wasn't really thinking straight as every thrust coaxed another burst of adrenaline-fuelled pleasure through her loins, bolting up her spine and down to the tip of her tail. She wasn't imagining it to happen, but at the same time she was fantasizing about it. Her time with the stallions was fun but they never got too deep. An equine flare would expand quickly and get stuck before passing into her womb, so she felt the sensation of having seed pumped into her that deep but never flesh.

This gryphon didn't know that, so he kept thrusting, teasing the entrance to her womb a bit more every time, dilating her gradually until his barbed tip lurched deeper and splayed out, anchoring itself in place as she let out a feline yelp, halting herself by biting down on his forearm. That was supposed to get him to pull out, to realize he'd gone a bit too far, but he seemed to be too far gone by this point to halt his actions. The sensation of her teeth clamping around his upper front leg seemed to trigger something in him because he just thrust harder!

The gryphon kept arching his back, clenching his hip muscles and angling himself while slamming that huge knot of his against her opening. He tried pulling out for extra leverage, but his cock's barbed tip kept him anchored, both teasing her and making her clench around him and also stimulating him in a way that urged him deeper. Because of this combination, he gave it his all, thrusting with so much effort his hind legs nearly came up off the ground, knot lobes slapping her pussy lips and clit, teasing her and dilating her there, too.

All at once everything got tossed up. Right as the nearby door swung open to revel both Ezra and Rex, the gryphon gave one mighty thrust, forcing his cock deeper with a lurch that had her lips swallow him up all the way to the base while his entire shaft burst into her womb. This left him knotted within her as his shaft started pumping her womb with drake seed. But that wasn't all, the knot was thick enough prior to this that she was convinced they'd be stuck together for a little while, but once her lips enveloped every one of his six knot lobes, the entire girth of it started to swell. This wasn't even his full girth!

Katrina was so caught up in the moment that she barely even noticed the change in light as the two farm hands saw what was happening. She panicked a bit inside but knew it wouldn't do anything so she simply hid her face behind the drake's body, barely peeking around the feathered beast's plumage.

Ezra laughed as he hopped across the barn to kneel next to her. "We heard you cry out, thought you were in pain. Are you alright?"

She just kept her face hidden, burying it in the gryphon's chest.

"Ceylon here is pretty good about showing his affection." Rex commented as he leaned in and patted Ceylon on the haunches, the subtle slap making the gryphon flex and twitch, the subtle motion giving Katrina a burst of pleasure.

She just kept her face hidden, burying it in Ceylon's plumage. All she could focus on was the gradually increasing pressure in her loins as the drake's knot continued to swell and fill up every last bit of her available space. She thought she was capable of handling a lot, but this was far beyond what she thought to be her limits, in a way she didn't think possible. Womb penetration was not something she ever imagined happening to her. And while her loins squeezed hard to keep him locked inside, she got the distinct impression he was tied to her regardless.

This was confirmed when Ezra glanced back and forth between Rex and Katrina. "I hope you don't have any plans, dear. Gryphons can tie together for hours. Sometimes overnight."

Her eyes went wide and she whimpered, the subtle shift in her body once again tugging the knot and pleasuring her in a way that made her wince and shudder, the purr never ending and the sensations of it all just growing more intense.

Ezra could see the panic in her, so he looked back at Rex with a knowing nod. "Okay, well if you have to go, we'll help you out. We got a way to help this big boy here with keeping things brisk, but you gotta trust us. Do you trust us?"

She blinked rapidly then shrugged. She had no idea if she trusted them, but she also felt like she had no choice in the matter. And again, every subtle movement of her body paired with the immense pressure of knot swollen in her pussy made her feel everything with an intensity she couldn't handle.

Rex hopped to the side and grabbed a jug from next to the bottles she was going to take for water. It was filled with white powder that he poured into his hands and rubbed between both palms. Ezra got to his feet and shared some, then both arranged themselves behind the gryphon's hindquarters. Rex explained what they were doing. "Gonna have to help massage the prostate to get all his seed out of him; the knot won't recede until he's drained."

"And I bet that he penetrated you deeper, eh?" Ezra added, rubbing the powder all over his forearm. "Gryphons do that; the barbs secrete a fluid that loosens you up and allows cervical penetration. Not sure if you care, but it's an evolutionary adaptation; historically they liked to mate with mares, and mares can allow that so one thing led to another and-" He stopped, realizing he was making things awkward.

Katrina kept trying to hide, slightly embarrassed that she was caught in such a compromising position but also overwhelmed with the pleasure and discomfort that came with the pressure of such a massive knot tied to her and the barbed tip that was oozing his essence directly into her womb. At the same time, both Rex and Ezra nodded to each other while standing behind the gryphon, hoisting Ceylon's tail up high to expose his plump anal ring, a perfectly soft-looking donut of flesh.

Then, one after another, they each plunged their entire forearm into the drake's hindquarters. Ezra first, his fist parting the gryphon's flesh with ease as the round pucker swallowed him up. The natural fluids of the gryphon's rump mixed with the powder to create a thick slime that coated them, a perfect lubricant that nullified the friction of fur and feathers. Soon after, Rex did the same thing, worming his own hand in next to Ezra's forearm, using his finger tips to wedge himself between his coworker's muscles and the quivering flesh of the gryphon's tail hole.

He slipped in deeper so that both were buried to the elbow, their forearms flexing and teasing the gryphon's rump flesh, which distended and adapted with ease. They were feeling around inside, and every time they moved their fists inside Ceylon, that sensation coursed through the gryphon and right into Katrina, who felt his tip pumping more and more into her.

At this point she was completely lost in the physical sensations of the situation. She had no room in her mind for shame or bashfulness, and she had no room in her lower torso for much more in terms of gryphon essence. She was stuffed in every conceivable way, so all she could do was whimper and purr and writhe as the massive knot lobes continued to grind against her insides, the barbed tip tugging on her flesh from as deep as it could go. She was a passenger in her own scene at this point.

Which was why Ezra and Rex decided to explain what they were doing. Rex started by peeking over Ceylon's haunches. "We're trying to milk the prostate."

"This will mean that you're gonna get a whole lot of pressure very soon, but it will mean that you won't be stuck here all morning. Unless you want tha-" Ezra tried to continue, only to be told to stop when Katrina kicked him in the upper thigh. "Okay. Sorry."

This just made her whimper more as the kick flexed her pelvic muscles in a way that made Ceylon's knot shift inside her, amplifying the sensations and tugging her lips from inside.

The pair of farm hands leaned in as best they could, finding each other's hands inside the drake's bowels to grind and caress the anterior wall - in the case of a quadruped, that was the floor - of his rump's passage. Once they found the bulging mass of prostate, they interlocked their fingers and started grinding their knuckles down on it, aggressively punching it into submission.

Apparently Ceylon was into this, because the assault on his insides made him buck and spread his wings, splaying out his plumage as his balls flexed between his hind legs, his cock leaking and then quickly shooting shot after shot of thin gryphon seed deep into her.

She felt the jet of the drake's essence spraying against her depths and could somehow hear the sloshing of it cascading about in her womb as he spurted more and more into her, inflating her. The added pressure and the liquid sensations of fluid shifting inside her tickled pleasure from her in ways she didn't think was possible, making her purr a bit deeper even amidst the writhing of discomfort.

It was a strange sensation for her, to feel discomfort and pleasure in equal measure. She didn't know if she should be scared or excited for what might come, so she simply let go and flopped back, watching with bemused arousal as her lower belly proceeded to swell until she looked pregnant.

The two farm hands continued massaging Ceylon from within, with Rex even grabbing the bird's balls and giving them a subtle tug while they punched with all their might. More and more, their assault on the gryphon's guts squeezed out every last bit of fluid from every source with a series of twitches and pumps.

Fortunately for Katrina, this didn't last too long. Only a few minutes passed of them massaging the seed from the gryphon's depths. Once Ceylon stopped thrusting and his cock stopped twitching to pump shot after shot into her, she could almost instantly feel the pressure in her loins recede as his knot lobes deflated, letting a few spurts of his cum burst from between his shaft and her lips.

She still had plenty of strength in her loins, so she clenched down and pushed like she was giving birth. The combination of his deflating orbs and her constricting passage forced him out with relative ease, his every lobe, ridge, and barb bursting out of her with a torrential gush of gryphon cum that soaked into the hay bale but somehow managed to miss her tail, which was wrenched to the side.

This left her gaping and leaking as her pregnant-looking belly slowly deflated, his mess rolling over itself on its way out. Before long, she was just left a creamy, slick mess with a slimy bridge of seed connecting her lips and his cock tip. This was cut off as his member receded back to his sheath, leaving a puddle on the ground beneath them.

Once they were sure all was well, Ezra and Rex slowly pulled their arms out of Ceylon's rump with a juicy squelch followed by a raspberry as some air escaped. Their arms were soaked with gryphon juices and the powdered lube, which needed to be cleaned off.

Rex patted Ceylon on the haunches, getting the gryphon to chirp and run off into one of the nearby stalls while Ezra crouched next to Katrina. "You okay?"

She just nodded, bringing both her arms up to shield her face so they couldn't see the flustered look on her. She didn't even care that her inner thighs and groin were soaked with gryphon mess or that her breasts were ragged and soaked in sweat and condensation. She was an absolute mess, and even though she was still basking in the afterglow of the orgasmic delight that continued coursing through her body, she was starting to feel the shame of being caught.

While Rex headed over to wash his arm free of the powdered lube mess that formed a coating over his fur, he purred happily and explained. "Not sure if you're familiar with this place, but you just got a free sample. People usually pay good money to have fun with Ceylon."

She looked confused so Ezra explained.

"We're a feral brothel." That seemed to be all that she needed to know.

Both of the farm hands could tell by the fact that she was still covering her face with her forearms that she wasn't comfortable, so they quickly cleaned up and got back to work, leaving her to collect her things and depart. They were quite sensitive to a person's individual needs. In their line of work, discretion was key. The only reason they burst in was because they were worried she was in danger and she wasn't a client.

She respected this but it still took a long time for her to regain her strength and gather her stuff. She stumbled on wobbly legs and nearly fell over before making her way to the sink to do her best and clean herself. She only patted her external parts with water, as she wanted to hold as much of his essence inside her without making it clear to others. Fortunately for her, she had the pelvic strength of an athlete and could clench and seal up at will, retaining her pre-mounted look and shape. Sure, she felt sore and swollen and tender, but she looked normal.

So when she put her shorts back on, her cameltoe was only subtly visible, rather than explicit like it would have been had she lacked the pelvic discipline to keep it all in place.

Once she was fully dressed, she finally got the water she came in to get in the first place and made her way back out the barn, emerging into the morning heat, which was already baking the plains. She was exhausted beyond belief but still had the final stretch of her morning run. With bottle in hand, she waved to Ezra and Rex, and was on her way after they buzzed her out through the gate.

The slick sensation of gryphon seed lubricating her depths as she ran kept her thoughts on Ceylon and The Ranch. She made an internal, silent pledge that once she was done with her competition she was going to come back to see what else they had to offer. To congratulate herself.

She didn't need to win to indulge herself. She deserved it.