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Miles High

The 'Miles High' club was a small bar on the outskirts of town. A place that required as much an invitation as it did the right clientele, it was a place for fliers, for the winged and ethereal folk to meet and greet, and rarely opened it's doors to those outside of that category. The one feature to set it apart from the others was that of a majestic tree that rose from the center of the club, easily a thousand feet tall, and kept well with the fine efforts of the dryad crew that guarded it. A fliers club, the damn birds liked their trees.

"Ever been up in the sky?" With her beak pulled into a coy grin, a large, fiery-toned gryphon asked me. Her beak, as much a shade of softly toasted honey-brown, stayed crooked as she observed me, and I observed her back. I admired her lovely golden eyes and red-white feathers. I couldn't read her as easily as I would a human.

"No. Train, bus or car; if I can help it I might take a bicycle. Not sure I'd do too well with my hind up in the air like that." I brushed down my suit jacket against the chill wind a Nevada December night, and leaned against the open air bar. My companion laid on her belly, a bowl of wine clutched with a scaled forelimb.

"Tsk, I rather like going up with someone. It's been too long since I had a proper flight, muscles in these chilly skies." She stretched her long feline tail out and batted at a brass pole, making it ring lightly. I bobbed my head to the jazz playing in the back, and looked out to watch the stars slowly brighten the sky. I gave her a smile, and combed a hand through my short brown hair, then ran my fingers through my goatee.

"Not sure I would like to freeze my own genitals off, but, I can see the appeal to flight." I said, admiring her majestic wings. She preened once and puffed her crest up. She was very pretty, if one was a fan of fur, feathers, and draft horse sized creatures. Her voice crooned softly as she took another drink of her wine. "Maybe I'll catch a ride with you?"

"Good year." She said, with a rolling sigh. "Damn good year."

"This one, or the wine?" I asked back. The jazzy Blue Moon began to play, with the soothing tenor of the singer pleasing all who listened. I took a glance at the handsome Tongue that held a microphone. I really, quite suddenly, felt like dancing. I eyed my partner and looked to the dance floor. Other couples danced, a western wyrm circled a wyvern, a werewolf loped about with a sidhe, not caring who could see in. It was Nevada, baby.

"Both." She said, eyes turning to the bar, then me.

"I don't think you are built to dance on a stage." I said, while biting my lower lip. "But, I'm sure we can improvise."

"You are brave, male." She rose up, and brushed against me, before we made our way to the dance-stage.

Her name was Ember, and I thought the name wonderfully fitting. Ember danced. It was not graceful, or very skilled (as dancing with four legs is harder than it looks), but she tried. Ember danced, and I danced with her, touching a wing or shoulder or paw, and we enjoyed the shifting between blues and jazz under the twinkling silver lights that danced overhead. It was almost time for a new year, and why not give up inhibitions, even with another species?

I danced, and when the music slowed and became a song for closer dancing, I did so, letting my torso brush hers, and my hips bump her front. She circled me and did the same, and I laughed at the drag of her tail over my suit front, and warmed my hands against her flanks when she passed me again. She growled with a pleasurable little shudder.

"Cute couple." A Kitsune. I didn't think they were fliers, but the wyvern that he shared the floor with might have invited him. He had fiery hair and seven tails and looked fantastic in an armani Kimono. The vulpine muzzle held a brighter grin, and then returned to his scaley partner. I grinned but shyly, and stepped in closer, that wings wrapped my shoulders and hugged me. A slow dance with a gryphon. I think I liked her.

"We are kinda cute together." I said. She gave a pleasant croon and buried her beak against my chest, and I stroked under her jawline very softly. She liked that. She liked more when I kneaded at one of her ear-tufts.

"What's your name?" She asked me, looking up. I leaned in and whispered to an ear my name, and ran my tongue up along the edge. She crooned softly at that, and her scent got a little richer. "Would you fly with me, Michael?"

"But I've got no wings." I said, looking into those enticing eyes. Maybe the margarita was getting to me. I felt light and warm, and her feathers were plush against me. Her fur was lush as well, it made me want to cuddle with her in front of a fireplace.

She looked at me for a moment, then looked up at the open sky over the dance floor. Her eyes grew in mischief, before she rose to her rear legs and wrapped her forelimbs around me. Grinning, she watched my expression before she leaned in and whispered.

"Hold on, Michael."

Her grip tightened, and her powerful thighs clenched, as she leapt into the air. Her wings uncurled with a tremendous crack and we were aloft.

There are moments in life where one is torn between pissing themselves terror, and the raw wonder and joy of doing something that would, ordinarily, be thought impossible. As I looked up at the heavens above, I found myself contemplating the endless joy of being away from the ground. As I looked down, I saw I was steadily a thousand feet above sand and concrete and a painful death, and clutched to her. I loved and hated the position I was in immensely.

I watched the world with a view only those gifted with wings could ever see. I stared down at the city in splendor of light and electric flame that danced to the call of computer overlords. Overhead, the desert stretched into deep shades of purple and black , and the sun had set behind the Sierra Nevada mountains hours ago. I stared in awe and wonder, and clutched my legs around Ember's hips. I had a good, snug security there.

She dove, she swooped. She twirled and twisted and laughed with a voice that drowned out the wind. I buried my face into her breastfluff and listened to the race of her jackhammer heart, and felt her let go of me for a moment then clutch tighter. I was in mortal terror and in an adrenaline junkies wet dream - I trusted her as she trusted me, and she flew, I hugged tight to her. The days spent in hiking and rock climbing suddenly didn't feel quite so wasted, for my grip was sure.

We raced higher and higher, circling the great tree that the club centered itself around, and arched over the highest brough, where Ember gave out a loud cry of laughing pleasure, and spun onto her back, and dove down again. Backwinging, she looked at me as I sat up just a little. I stared at her as she grinned at me, then eyed me over. A hand gripped my jacket, and pulled, popping a button.

"Gryphons share flight for the joy of it. And because we want to share it with someone else. Maybe you do not know this, but, when a gryphoness asks you if you want to fly, there really is only one conclusion to that flight, Michael." She hissed, then suddenly righted herself up again, beginning to gain altitude once more. I gripped her with my thighs and ankles crossed around the barrel of her torso - and let myself hang upside down from her belly. I wished for a harness, but knew it'd clash with the purity of feathers and fur. "I think you should take off your jacket."

"I'll be cold." I said, but unbuttoned and then balled it up. I had nowhere to stuff it, and it wasn't a cheap one. I wasn't rich by any means, and to give up something I'd worked towards at the behest of someone I'd just met?

"I will warm you better than any jacket ever could." She replied, with a cock of her head and a saucy quirk of her brow. Without a second thought I opened my hand and let go. It tumbled and furled in the wind, and fell free free into the air, perhaps a gift for someone who needed it. But the air stung in the cold! I flexed my thighs and pulled myself up, and buried my face into her feathers again.

"Your shirt too." SHe said. And before I could protest or hesitate, her forelimbs crossed behind my back and her talons dug in, claws dragged through the soft cotton, and pulled, ripping the clothing from my torso with a deep scratch on my back. The pain was electric, but the wind took the bite out. I divested myself of my now ruined shirt and glared.

It wasn't a cheap shirt.

"I'm cold." I said, and rubbed the goosebumps along my arms. She flipped and righted on her back again, and maintained a nice balance there in her flight. She could hold that pose very well with no measurable loss of altitude. I didn't want to ponder the physics or metaphysics of gryphon flight. My brain wasn't working too well in this rush of joy, and cold, and avian majesty. She looked at me, and flicked her tongue out to dab at my jaw, then spun into an earthward spiral. The ground looked so far below as I widened my arms in turn, and laughed softly, delighted in the rare feel. She licked my mouth, and I dared to kiss someone who could bite my jaw in half if I angered her.

"Then as I said, I will warm you." She whispered, and gripped me tightly as she broke her fall and let her wings mantel again, her pinions bending to the G-force and my vision going grey for a moment, before being shook again. She flew at a more even pace over the desert, and I blinked back to awareness. I didn't want to think of how many gravities she was pulling when she did that dip.

"You should take your pants off." She said, and slid her claws over my back and up again, clutching me tight. I held onto her, and shifted my hands down to the belt, and pulled it from its loops. The clothing I could replace, but real nagahide belts were a bit rare on the market these days. I slid it around my neck and looped it, then looked up at her. "Good boy."

I slid them off, one leg then the other, as she held me in her forelimbs. Soon I hung naked as she was, and she urged me back up onto her belly, and I hugged her. I was cold, sure. But her feathers, her fur, was very, very warm against my belly and groin.

"Good boy." She clicked her beak near my ear, then smiled to me. She turned southward. "Now that the dance is done, I say we should celebrate the new year rising."

With her tail curling up along my buttocks, the tuft tickling my tailbone, I could say that other things were rising too.

She took me to her home. Home, being an apartment on the west side of Aiere avenue, thirteen stories up, lined with great French windows that stood open against the wind come rain or shine. The apartment was mostly just one large, open room, flat of ground and given to high arches to support the floor above. It was airy, covered in discarded cushions and reams of comfortable carpet, and, if I dug my bare toes in, I could feel the cool marble beneath.

"What exactly do you do for a living?" I asked, rather in awe of the room. A number of small bird statues lay on a multitude of shelves, and a few paintings could be seen depicting gryphons in flight. I gave Ember a stroke under the beak, and settled onto a cushion.

"Aviator and Rescue Flier for those lost in the desert." She said, giving my hip a nip before she pushed against me, urging me towards the central sleeping bowl - made up of a nest of cushions, strewn cloth, and a lot of feathers. "I also do Mile High."

"Mile highs. At the Srtaga Ranch?" I asked, then shrugged. She laughed and slid her body against mine, and tripped me into the bowl. I tumbled, and she stood over me, her body grinding in close. She bit my shoulder and then kissed my chest with her tongue.

"Yeah. At the Stag Ranch. That's not a problem is it?" Her beak quirked, and eyes narrowed playful, but I knew it could change fast if I upset her. I bit my cheek, then leaned up and kissed her on the beaktip.

"No. Not at all." I said. "Plus, you know, that's kinda hot."

"Well, I am a gryphon, so of course I'm hot." She said, her weight settling on my hips. Her flanks pushed down, and I shivered, feeling her dampness and heat spread through my groin. I sucked in a deep breath and leaned in to nuzzle at her. "Because I'd hate to have to bite you."

Gazing down at me, a moment passed behind her eyes - worry and trepidation that I really was turned off by something so small. I lifted both of my hands under her jaw, and touhed my lips to the narrow of her beak, and up, kissing her right between her nares. "You are absolutely stunning, Ember."

Her eyes widened a little, and the fear turned to a deep joy, turned to a playful fierceness as she shoved her body against me, pinning me down with a weight twice my own. Her body mantled mine and she ground her wet labia against my thigh and hip, smearing a trickle of her heat across me. The muskiness made me harder than I had ever been, and her thankfulness slid her over me, grinding on me, teasing me with her damp treasure.

"I hope you didn't plan on leaving for a while." She said, dragging the mark down to my belly, then touched her forepaws to my face. "I've decided you are mine."

"Far be it for me to argue." I said, pulling her paw up and nuzzling into the palm of it. Her digits curled, gripping my face as I breathed in deep from her pad - I took in long draughts of that rich, female scent, and sighed as the tingling in my groin grew aflame. It smelled wonderful, airy, the richness of earth, and womanhood. I breathed a second puff from the musk glands in her handpaw, and shivered to my burning core.

I felt light headed. The richness of her scent left me floating, and I buried my face into her palm, then her shifted up to her fluffy chest. She rolled out a growl, her beak clicked near my shoulder then shot down, biting me fiercely. I grunted, I bled lightly from it, but I wasn't going to push her away from me. It was a gryphonic version of a hickey, and I felt her lust grow with a swell of her heat. She wanted me, and, I would be remiss to say I did not want her either. She pinned and dryhumped my hips, her legs astride and her tail lashing rapidly. Were I a male of her species, I'd have been insensible with lust. As a mere human, I was merely really, really aroused. I lifted her hips firmly, and pushed her onto her side, and looked down.

Her legs were open, and her nipples were visible through the fur of her belly. I stroked one of the pink nubs with my palm and her tail twitched rapidly. I tweaked and pulled at one, and then looked up at her face. She looked, for a moment, annoyed.

"That doesn't do anything for me." She said, headbutting me gently. I laughed brightly and slowly inched my way down, kissing at her chest and sternum, and nuzzling my way down onto her belly. I avoided her nipples and kissed between each set, and worked lower, pulling her tail to the side as I did so. She growled pleasurably and wrapped my forearm with that long rope-like length. Gently, I urged her onto her back, and then pushed my mouth right above the puffy heat of her sex.

"What about here?" I asked, flicking my tongue out to brush her. She stiffened, her feathers fluffing out in a shiver of surprise.

"Do that again." She demanded, and I obeyed. Breathing deep from her wet muskiness, I kissed her vulva, and curled my tongue out to trace the line of her sex. I buried my face into her wetness and gripped her flanks with both hands, my mouth locking to her as I suckled, kissed, and serviced her as I would have the goddess. I buried my face into the crux of her thighs and drank in her tangy heat, and each flick of my tongue was rewarded with another clench of her thighs and sex.

She squeezed my head as her forelimbs wound down, and she shoved me in, making me groan in a twisted delight. My tongue danced and curled inside of her, lapping wetly as I worked up along the root of her clitoral hood and pinched it with my lips, then went back down as she cried out loud enough to make the windows shake. I did not slow, I did not stop, even as I caressed up her body and held a paw, even as she drug her claws against my scalp and pulled my hair. I didn't stop, while there was pleasure to share.

SHe rolled herself over and straddled my face - and I ould breath in only her. She was quite a bit heavier than most women I'd known, but I had never once complained about a woman taking up such need. I held her close and felt her tense and spasm inside, her sex growing damp and tight, before she cried out loudly, her screech making my head ring, and I was sure a car alarm must have gone off down below. My heart hammered as she soaked me in her lust. And I drank the nectar of heaven, and did not slow my minstration.

"Enough!" She cried, hopping up and dancing away from me, her chest heaving and her beak loiling in the response to my singular efforts. I took a moment to catch my breath, then looked up at her, my penis hard and saluting her from where I drew up into a kneel. She looked at me, her eyes full of wonder and release, and she curled her tail up high. Her wings mantled, and she stepped close again, then kissed me, beak wide, tongue to tongue.

"No male has ever done that to me." She said, puffing a breath onto my face, making her wetness grow sticky. I didn't mind.

"Well, it's only polite to do for a lady." I said, and licked my mouth. I could easily get used to making it a regular thing. "I hope it won't be the last time."

"Oh no. It will not be." She said, and I knew I'd be doing it again. Turning herself around, she lowered her front and raised her haunches into the air. I admired the view as I slowly crept up behind her, and drug myself in to press against her flanks. She lowered into a crouch to make it even in height, and I slid up over her. I wanted this. Deep down, deep inside, I needed this. "But I need something a little bigger than your tongue, male."

"Should I use a condom?" I asked.

"I'm a gryphon. You are a human. I..." She chided. Then she looked back at me, over her shoulder. Her crest was lifted seductively, and her beak gaped in a welcoming grin. "Stop talking."

And so I did. I slid myself into her, and felt her clench down, and give a groan as she was filled her. Though not a gryphon (who could easily be double my length), she shuddered and clenched around me like I were three times as large. Her flanks pushed back and I sunk in to the root, and pushed my hips up, welcoming the wetness that surrounded me. She had been hot on my tongue, and she was blazing around my shaft. I slid in close and thrust into her, and still she quivered in raw excitement.

I mounted her, and I mated her. I hugged her and I held her. In the long hours of the night, where the world turned to new hopes and years, I bred her with the need of a year without, and I fucked her with the hopes of a year with. And I took her like a male takes a woman, and I held her as my testicles clenched, as my penis spasmed, and as I gave her the gift of my seed into the welcoming core of her being. I gave it, and I held her as I shook, and thanked her without words.

And with the satisfied look on her face, as she slid onto her belly and I staying atop her, she sighed, and nodded to me. "Not bad. Though, I think we will need to do this again"

"Agreed." I sucked in a hot breath and rubbed at her wings with my palms, wanting to help her relax, though she was as relaxed as a bowl full of fuzzy jello. I laid my chin on her back, and cuddled into her, not wanting to withdraw any time soon. "Though, I hope it'll be less than a year between sessions."

"Michael." She said, with a flick of a tufted ear. "I'm just giving you time to get your wind back. This was just foreplay."

"I'll need a few minutes, sure." Sex crazed and beautiful. She was majestic. "But you got to admit, there are few worse ways to start a new year than with a..."

I paused and her tail slapped hard enough to bruise.

"No puns." She growled, then snickered. "New years bang."

I laughed. It was a great start to a new year.