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Stuck with me Now!

Rut. I hate that word. I really do. Something about it just turns me off. The idea that a male goes through arousal cycles always baffled me, because in my many years of existence I'd never really seen such a phenomenon manifest itself; males were horny all the time, and the only natural thing that affected that was female pheromones. When women were in heat, males tended to be hornier.

At least that's what I always thought.

Here I was, lounging on a thick branch of a tree that jutted out from a rocky mountainside like a sore talon, cock has hard as can be, hanging between my legs and rubbing against the bark of the tree. My genital barbs caught on the cracks and crevices of the wood, stimulating me further to the point that a thin trail of slime was drooling out my tip to form a pool on the ground beneath me.

I was rutting, and there was little I could do about it. I'd licked myself to climax a few times, but it wasn't the same as a hole. No amount of rubbing my dick on a branch would do it, either.

In an effort to increase my chances of encountering some (un)lucky prey to sink my dick into, I was perched on a branch in a tree on the side of a cliff that overlooked a valley that was a common trade route for both walkers and flyers. I'd have to find someone eventually.

I could just go out and look in the towns, I'm sure with my not-insurmountable fortune, I could hire someone as a cock warmer, but the thrill of the hunt was entirely too enticing to pass up; this was more fun.

After only a half dozen hours waiting and idly rubbing myself on the crotch of the tree, I saw something quite encouraging: a mostly gray gryphon gliding through the lower reaches of the valley. From what I could tell in between flaps of his dark wings, he had splotches of vibrant lime green all over his body - mostly his shoulders and hips - as well as a deep jungle green set of talons. Frankly, he was gorgeous.

Or maybe that was my rutting mind that made anyone gorgeous. The sun was going down, so this was my only chance for the day. I had to take it.

It didn't matter to me at the time. I wiggled my hips and sucked my belly in so that my cock slipped back into its sheathe, pushing a layer of thick slime off it to drip onto the branch. I spread my wings and launched off the tree, angling myself to rocket down the side of the cliff after my prey, rocks and bushes whizzing past below me.

Before long, I'd caught up to the smaller gryph and was flapping quietly above him. HE occasionally glanced up at me but paid me no mind. It wasn't uncommon for gryphons to fly in formation, even with complete strangers.

This wasn't just me flying in formation, I was readying an attack. If we weren't zipping by so fast, the wind whipping in our face feathers, his nares would have caught the scent of my musk and he'd have known precisely what I wanted from him.

I angled my wing tips and dove down onto him, ramming his backside and causing him to tumble in the air with a surprised screech. He flipped over himself and managed to catch the wind just right to keep from headbutting the rock path below, but he still landed with a loud thump as his chest bounced off the smoothe rocks.

I was soon after him, mimicking his movements and landing a few meters in front of him so that when he skidded into me, I was sitting tall and powerful. I loomed over him, looking down over my beak as the surprised gryph rolled to his side to glare at me. Our eyes met and he screeched, feathers fluffing out.

"What's wrong with you?!" He cried. "You could have killed me!" He ruffled his feathers again and hopped to his feet, wings flared out and angled to look bigger than he was.

"If I wanted you dead," I started, then hopped up over him, pressing my chest and a single claw down on his back, pinning him to the ground. "I would have dug a claw into your back. No, You're much better to me warm and alive."

He whipped his head around and glared at me again. "What are you doing to me, leave me..." he paused mid-sentence as he got a look down between our bodies to catch a glimpse of the glistening, ebony rod that was pushing its way out of my sheathe as it grew. The thick slime that coated it was emanating a cloud of pheromones that quickly penetrated his nares, and he almost immediately shut up. "Oh. I see." he moaned, eyes glazing over a bit.

"That's right." I cooed, leaning down into his neck feathers, nibbling at his flesh to get a good grip before waddling backwards, positioning my sheathe opening at the base of his tail. He looked back over his shoulder and whimpered a bit, squaring off his hind legs as though he was about to push away, but my beak still clamped around his neck kept him from trying to do that.

I could tell, just by watching his eyes glaze over - a view I got in glorious close-up action due to my beak around his neck - that his willpower was slowly growing weaker. He had a defiant personality, hence the anger and defense mechanisms he triggers upon my tackling of him, but that was melting away as my musk clouded his judgement. Sure of his submission, I released my grip on his neck.

"Today is your lucky day, my gryphon bitch." I congratulated him as I pushed my hips forth, barbed tip prodding at his exposed pucker.

He whimpered and held back a growl, beak clamped shut and body quivering; I wasn't sure if his trembling was in fear or anticipation, but I didn't care. The warmth of his flesh smothering my cock tip and tugging at the needle points of my barbs was precisely the tenderness I needed.

Letting my carnal instincts take over, I arched my back and let out a gentle chirp as I forced my cock into his rump. His anal flesh pushed back on my sheathe as my firming rod pierced his hole, quickly growing inside him as he clenched down, a screech of pain escaping his beak.

"Now now." I cooed, pulling back slowly, perking my ears up to focus on the gentle sound of slick flesh sliding against slick flesh as my cock slipped out. "It'll get worse before it gets better." Before he had time to protest, I rammed my hips forward a second time, this time the flesh around his rump pressed on my sheathe hard enough to expose my mostly-uninflated knot. I arched my back and let out a howling caw as I wrapped my talons around his hips and forced him against mine, grinding myself against him until my knot popped into him.

"AAH!" He let out a long, drawn out cowl as he felt my set of fleshy bulbs expanded inside him, the base of the orbs pressing against the inside of his anal muscle to practically suck it deeper into the warm flesh that throbbed around me.

He panted and whimpered and shuddered in response to my throbbing knot expanding inside him. I could feel his flesh quiver against me with each and every one of his heartbeats as my own cock grew with every one of mine. Before long, the six bulbs were at full girth, firm as rocks and slick as a buried cock; we were tied. Every little movement I made shifted my length inside him, prodding his depths with my tip and many barbs as well as the gentle ribs along my length that massaged his inner workings.

"You comfortable?" I inquired. With my knot inflated and us tied together, I was already starting to feel my rut to dissipate, and I once again cared for the welfare of my generous anal volunteer. I shifted again, the motion tugging on his flesh just enough that I could see the rim of him protruding out between our bodies. To my delight, his rump was the same bright lime green that he had on his shoulders and hips, and it was glowing! "And you're glowing!"

He looked up at me with a smile, eyes still mostly glazed over in what I hoped was a deep, hypnotic pleasure. All he did was smile at me and nod.

I took that to mean that, yes, he was comfortable, so I released his hips and hopped over to the side, cock still buried in his rump. I lifted one leg and continued to hop around until we were totally butt-to-butt, the pressure was constantly pulling on his flesh, and his rump felt like it threatened to gape open and let me slip out, but my knot remained far thicker than I figured his hips would allow to pass through his opening.

I caught a glance over my shoulder to see his eyes rolling back in his skull as his lower beak clattered and shivered. Yeah, he was enjoying my offering.

I smiled and squatted down, spreading my legs a bit so that my rump and cock were at the same level as his rump, alleviating the tugging pressure that was building up every second. My own cock throbbed and pulsated every few seconds, spewing a thick wad of cream into him followed by a thinner, slicker concoction. I knew what came out of me, and I knew he'd love it.

After a short while, standing rump to rump, wings flared out and backwards to cover him from potential predators, I felt a strange lurching deep within me. "Hngph." I let out a pained grunt as something shifted inside me, slipping through my internals to rest just inside my body at the base of my cock, resting against the underside of my knot.

I didn't know what it is, at least not immediately. It was easy to tell, in retrospect, that it was a massive egg - a byproduct of my shifting gender that remained in my gonads to accompany my steady stream of cum - but I didn't know that at the time.

Panicked, I tried pulling away from the other gryph only to find that my knot really was too big to pop out, he really was stuck with me until my climax reached its end or this egg pushed out of me into him. I folded my wings against my back and flopped to the side, tugging him down with me. He seemed to have no problem flopping on the ebony stones alongside me.

Much as my cock remained pumping fluids into him, I was going into panic mode as the orb inside me shifted to the shaft of my cock, bulging out my sheathe and pressing against his rump flesh. In his musk-addled state, I don't think he noticed in the least.

Taking in a deep breath, I prepared myself to clench down on the object and push it through. TO my delight it slipped past my base and into my knot with ease. By all means my firm knot should not have expanded to let an object as big as my paw through it, but it did!

I looked over my body to watch as the egg slipped from me into him, stretching his rump wide as it passed through into my knot. I could feel the discomfort as its textured shell slipped through my urethra, bulging out my shaft and spreading him even wider, deep into his depths. As my last cock pulsation forced the egg out of me with a powerful lurch followed by a wave of fluids, I let out a long, drawn out sigh and lolled my tongue out. Glancing over my body, I could see my tied partner still staring into the distance as his beak chattered in pleasure and his body rocked in delight. His rump clamped down on the neck of my shaft between sheathe and knot every time my bulges throbbed and my heart beat. He was enjoying it as much as I was. I could even see his green, glowing member poking out of his sheathe.

So I decided to thank him for his anal offering by wrapping my tail around his and pushing in between his thigh and belly, the three petals of my tail maw expanding outwards, leaking a thick trail of slime down his flank. The fleshy opening angled downward as I aimed it over his cock tip, the rows of gentle teeth clamping down as the flesh undulated in waves, sucking his juices out of his tip.

"Hooooooooo...." He cawed, throwing his head back as my tailmaw sucked on him, the petals peeling away only to lurch forward, forcing the cock deeper down its gullet like a snake. Only a few gentle tugs and the tips of the petals were wrapped around his own, shy knot.

He was in heaven. I could see it on his face. Those eyes could have been panicked or scared or annoyed, but they were ecstatic. He was even pushing into me, rocking his body against the rocks to caress the neck of my cock, which continued to spew cum into his depths, smothering the egg inside with a mix of thick and thin fluids. As he rocked his body back and forth, I could feel the textured orb floating inside, rubbing against the distended opening of my cock, barely touching the sides of his inflated walls.

Another set of powerful throbs pumped some more fluids into him, and that's when the pressure mixed with his tender flesh to stretch him just enough for my knot to pop out, a torrent of fluids following my shaft and soaking the slick rocks beneath his rump.

Immediately, I scuttled around to get a good look of the mess I made, cock slapping around between my legs as I glared into the gape. His glowing anal flesh pulsated a dim radiance, a creamy fluid trickling out the side of it like a little river of cum; I couldn't help but push my beak into it and lick it up, cleaning the sloppy mess as my paw pulled the flesh to the side, gaping it further to allow the best access.

The tip of my beak clacked against the egg, and that's when I finally realized what it was. I laughed gently, gave a final long, deep lick to his open rump, and winked at him. "Enjoy your gift." I instructed before turning and spreading my wings to fly away, cock still swinging in the cool night breeze, tailmaw popping off his member to leave him stunned with his beak agape and eyes glazed over in a musk-addled stupor.

When he realizes what happened, he'll be glad he met me.