FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Lengths of Love and Affection

Spinton remained in a deep, dark slumber for what honestly felt like weeks. As he curled up upon himself, he felt and heard flashes of noises, bits of warmth, and the dull thud of others, but he couldn't wake. He must have had dozens of dreams while asleep, each one as vivid as the last. Some dreams had him growing to immense sizes to dominate his people, others left him weak and the size of a mouse, bound to fall prey to a lowly cat.

Yet despite all this, he couldn't wake. He didn't wake when the nightmares grew too intense and vivid to handle, he didn't wake when his arousal got the better of him, and he didn't wake when the dreams ended. There was only a blank, emptiness before another dream started.

He did maintain some form of lucidity through it all, and was able to vividly remember some of the dreams, especially the early ones that seemed to repeat themselves. Probably the most lifelike of all the dreams was one wherein he was curled up into a tight ball, smothered in a sort of soft membrane that turned hard, then pushed through a passage.

That dream was particularly vivid, as he remembered it being warm, cozy, dark, and silent - save the dull thudding of a nearby heart and the gurgles of a belly. At least at first. When he returned to this dream, he tried to get out but felt his wings pressed tight against his back and his beak curled in tight against his chest. He tried to push out a squeal or a scream only to have the sound get trapped in his throat.

The final rendition of this dream had a sort of brightness envelop him, a shroud of light that exposed him from his rump to his head, leaving him cold, but able to hear so much more. There was a brief shreik of a pained creature followed by a sensation of a sudden drop that jerked him awake, finally.

He opened his eyes but saw nothing, as he seemed to be floating and while there were hints of a light, everything was dark. Had he died? Was he blind? The muddled sounds around him suggested that maybe he'd gone deaf, but as he tried to wiggle his ear to gain some leverage over his senses, he found something hard pressing against the curve of his skull.

Something had him trapped. He was in something, and that something felt like....an egg? Yes, an egg. As he wiggled and writhed, he found the thing around him was oval and hard, and he was suspended in a light, gentle fluid. He was in an egg, but how did he get here? The sensation of being encased in it had put him in an almost comatose state that muddled his memory. What had he been doing last he remembered? Something about a jungle, waiting on someone. Something. Waiting for something to happen.

A gryphon was coming, an important gryphon. He remembered that it was important for not just him, but his people. The goddess! In a stunning flash of lucidity, he remembered that he met up with a gryphon goddess! His mind slowly gained traction on reality, he pieced together the night that he fell into his long-lasting slumber. He remembered the Goddess letting him get the better of her. He remembered being somewhat shocked such an elegant creature would allow him such dignities. He also remembered he growing before his eyes, and luring him into her.

As far as Spinton remembered, Ceylon's back side had actually opened up and swallowed him, and he quickly realized that he must have been encased within an egg inside her! That's how he got here! The very second he realized this, he curved his neck around and pressed his beak against the hard shell that encased him, and he pushed until he both heard and felt a crack followed by a sliver of light. With this opening, he pushed and pushed until he felt his beak expose itself to the air around him.

Taking in that first breath of air into his lungs to replace the fluid that was inside actually hurt a little, resulting in a sharp, stabbing pain beneath his breast. Luckily it didn't last long, and he was able to take in a few long, deep breaths as the thin membrane between him and the shell draped over the side of his beak, a flap of it slapping in and out against one of his nostrils.

Once he was comfortable, he spread his wings inside, the pressure cracking a crevasse in the egg that had the entire thing split in two with him in a gooey heap in the pile of shell. He blinked idly as he looked around to see where he was, clearing the goop from his eyes. It took him a minute or two to figure out that he was in a den, under a massive tree, surrounded by walls that were covered in sticks and leaves so that feathers weren't coated in dirt.

Between he and the entrance to the den - what was likely a somewhat labyrinthine mess between the roots of the tree - lay the Goddess Ceylon, one leg up as she licked at her nether lips. She looked up from under her leg and smiled at Spinton, nodding slowly and blinking with an air of elegance. "She will be home soon, sir drake. She will care for you, nurture you, and I'm sure she will appreciate your company, as she will need you as well as you need her. I leave you with a gift, but you may not appreciate it, at least not today. Good day sir drake, and I bid you adieu." With that, she bowed with wings spread before hopping up out of the den.

Spinton didn't even have time to question what had just happened before she was gone, leaving him in a pile of egg-fluid. 'She' (whoever she was) hadn't returned and was nowhere to be found, so he piled the bits of shell in the corner, let the fluids soak into the ground, and left the den to clean himself of. The drake was slimy all over, so there was no way he could possibly hope to fly, and he was curious to see who Ceylon was referring to, so he stuck around just outside the den waiting for its inhabitant to return.

It was night in the forest, and the trees were spread gently apart so he kind of got a decent idea of where he was, but he couldn't quite place it. It felt familiar, but his memory seemed to be failing him.

Hours later, when he'd laid his head on his front talons and nearly fallen asleep, he heard the snap of some branches in the distance. His eyes weren't keen on night time sight, so he couldn't see who it was making the noise, but he could make out a silhouette of a gryphon walking towards him, slowly gaining definition; it soon became apparent that Spinton knew this gryphon, and it was evident that was why he was familiar with this area of the forest.

Namu, a glorious gryphon hen, slowly hopped forward towards her den where Spinton was laying. Her glorious, vibrant orange and piercing black fur and feathers were surprisingly easy to see in the moonlit night. As she got closer, Spinton saw that her belly was a little more gravid than usual, with a bit of a bulge swaying as she hopped forth.

Spinton got to his feet and ruffled his now-dry feathers a bit as she got close. "Namu, my dear. How have you been?"

She hopped forward and nuzzled into him, purring gently as she preened at his neck feathers. "Spinton! Wasn't expecting you here! I've been fine, for the most part. How about you?"

"Been on a bit of a journey." He cooed at her as he nuzzled her back, stopping a moment to cough up a bit of the remaining goop that was sticking to his lungs. "Just kinda woke up a few hours ago, was told you'd be home soon."

She pulled away and cocked her head to the side, one ear drooping. "Who told you I would be here?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Either way, there's a bit of eggshell in your den, there. Sorry about the mess, I promise I will clean-" before he could finish his sentence, Namu pushed into his chest and wrapped her neck around his, wings flaring out a bit to wrap around him. Stunned, he just looked around, wondering what had just happened without a word for at least a full minute. Eventually, he finally shook off his shock and asked, "What's that all about?"

Slowly, and with a hint of shame, she pulled away and stared at the ground, scratching at the dirt and leaves. "You mentioned eggs, and it reminded me just how....worried I am about my own."

Spinton nodded. "Yeah, I saw you were a little heavy with a clutch there. When do you expect them to come?" He looked around to her side and sat on his haunches, tail flicking idly behind him. He was trying to be nonchalant about it but he was quite curious and interested in her apparent plight.

After a sniffle, she looked up at him and smiled. "Any day now, really. I don't know if and when they're ever gonna make it, though; they're so big, I don't think my body can handle them!"

He leaned into her and smiled back. "Nonsense, your body wouldn't make an egg you couldn't pass. Don't worry, you'll be fine, I'm sure of it."

She nodded in his chest feathers and turned to walk to the den entrance at the base of the tree, when she stopped and raised her tail up to show her puffy, moist lips.

Spinton's first reaction would normally have been to bury his beak under there, but instead he found himself only concerned for the state of his friend. If she was dripping, there was a chance she was ready to lay, in which case she needed to get into her den as soon as she could! "Namu, dear, I think you're leaking, Might be time to, you know..." he trailed off as she turned and looked at him with a sly, sideways glance.

"Well that's strange, are you sure you're the Spinton I know? Normally you'd pounce right on that! No, I'm not ready yet, not for the clutch to come, but I certainly am ready for something else!" She spun around in one fluid motion and pounced him to the ground, forcing him onto his back with his fluffy tail poking out from beneath them both. She licked at his beak and nuzzled into him, her whole body rumbling with a deep, feline purr combined with the more vibrant rumblings of an avian chirp.

It was an amazing feeling to have her warmth permeating him in such a way, her paws kneading at his chest feathers as her hind legs were spread in such a way that the very tip of her sex was rubbing against his sheathe. The most interesting sensation was the hard orbs he felt pressing against his belly. He was taken aback by her sudden outburst and a little concerned for her affection, but he really did enjoy it, and her warmth and moisture that was rubbing from her lips to his sheathe was wonderful. He couldn't help but buck up ever so gently into her, the very tip of his member slipping out to prod at her slick vulva.

She chirped a gentle squeak as she pushed into him, nuzzling at his neck and shuddering in delight, the motions quickly preening him as she opened and closed her beak between the feathers. "G-go on, Spinton. I want to feel you...all of you."

Despite his unease at the situation and his general desire to help her out, the drake found himself unable to resist her charms and wiles. She was cuddling him, she was affectionate, and she needed his help, it was his job to help her any way he knew how! He convinced himself that this was the best way to help her, since they had such a long history together, and with that thought in mind he wrapped his paws around her and pushed upwards, the arch of his spine exposing his member to the cold air for a brisk moment before it slipped into her hot passage.

She gasped again and rotated her hips, grinding her sex kissing the opening of his sheathe as her passage quivered at the barbed tip that slipped into her. The motions shifted the eggs in her womb enough that they made a gentle clacking that resonated throughout her body and trailed down her spine into the tip of her tail, eliciting yet another gentle squeak out of her.

Spinton leaned up to nuzzle at her, rubbing beaks as his tongue slipped out to prod at hers. He just wanted affection, he wanted to give his love, and he wanted her to give it back. She was more than happy to reciprocate, so they twisted heads and locked beaks to caress one another's maw. He held her tight and pushed up into her, feeling his member bulge out as his sheathe peeled back, exposing his knot.

However, he was a little disappointed yet excited to feel that the very tip was pressing against something hard on the other side of her womb - an egg, pressed against him to keep him from slipping any deeper. He would not be able to tie, but he was okay with that. He could feel her shuddering in delight every time he slipped around inside her.

"T-thanks." she cooed at him before carefully rolling onto her side still in his arms, with his member still deep inside her. The barbs of his tip swirled sideways inside her before she finally settled down, laying on her back as she nuzzled back into him. She was comfortable, and that was good enough for her.

The two of them remained together, with Spinton on his back with his hen on his belly, cock gently prodding at her womb and poking at the hard shell of the eggs inside her. She cooed in delight every time he offered a gentle thrust into her, and they continued to purr and nuzzle against one another as the crickets of the night began to sing their songs.

It was a beautiful scene for both. Namu was just happy someone was there for her when she needed it, and Spinton was incredibly happy that she was happy. This revelation made him wonder just what had happened to him inside that egg. Ceylon had told him he'd been left with a gift, was it this compassion he felt? Spinton was always a boastful, cocksure gryphon, but on this night, in Namu's den as he hatched again, he felt different. It was a symbolic rebirth as a kinder, gentler drake.

Not to say he lacked his old desires and needs. As a drake he'd always need to mount the hens, but at the same time it didn't feel like it was about his pleasure, it was about hers. It helped that he cared for Namu in the first place, but his intense change of heart felt natural with her, so he barely even questioned it. He was changed, he felt different, but he was okay with it. He wasn't wired, he was just clear. Clear in his desire to help others first and himself second.

"What's on your mind?" Namu cooed at him, rubbing her neck against his, grinding her hips down against his to coax another muscular tension from him that splayed the barbs out to tug at her flesh.

Spinton shook his head suddenly as he kicked himself from the daze he'd let himself fall into. He chirped happily and preened her from behind, offering a gentle massage of her egg-heavy belly as he pushed up again, his shaft bending a bit as the eggs put a halt to his thrust. "N-nothing, dear. I just, I feel different. Not quite like myself."

She let out a long, drawn out purr as she tensed her muscles to massage the top of his knot. "That's okay, I like this Spinton. You can be yourself but still be a new you, right? Either way, whether you're you or a new you..." She paused a moment to shift around and whisper in his ear, "...I'd love it if you deposited your own seed inside me, so I kept some of you for later."

"Heh, okay then, I could never say no to a needy hen's demands!" He held her tight and closed his eyes, clamping his beak shut as his wings splayed out to wrap around her. He preened at her neck as his hips bucked upwards into her. Their tails entwined on the leafy grass beneath them as she whimpered in delight. He could actually see her cheeks flush a rosy pink as she squeaked a cute exclamation of pleasure.

It didn't take long for him to feel his pleasure hit its climax, followed by a hot sensation smothering him within her folds and eventually trickling out between the ridges of his knot that were pressed against her lips.

They let out a collective sigh of pleasure as they relaxed, their pleasure both settling down together.

"Thanks, Spinton." she cooed at him again, her flush cheeks returning to their normal color as she snuggled with him. She could have rolled off him and headed back to the den, but instead she stayed where she was, enjoying his warmth inside of her and along her wings.

He bucked into her one last time as he held her close, not wanting her hot body to leave him cold. He felt his member slowly shrinking and slipping back into his sheathe, so he let it do its thing. He could likely have gave another push or two and went for a second round, but she seemed content so he felt it would be best to wait for her to invite a second round.

Once again, he felt a little self conscious about his change of heart and behaviour, but he let it go as he realized this new him was making her melt in his wings. He couldn't help but crack a smile upside his beak before she curled up to clean herself off, one leg raised as her tongue sucked every bit of the drake's seed up. He did feel a little self conscious about not being the gentlemanly drake and cleaning it up himself, but a part of him just knew she wanted to be the one to do so. He was even pleasantly surprised when he felt her tongue prodding at his sheathe and sucking the bits of his seed out from inside before she curled back up in his arms.

They laid together there for the night, staring up at the full moon with Namu in his curled wings. Eventually, they both fell asleep together, ignoring the mess of eggshell that he'd left in her den.

They'd take care of that later.