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Dragons. They're insatiable. It doesn't matter if they're hungry and looking to pick off some unlucky beast for lunch or if they're looking to use that same beast as a means of sexual release, nothing is ever truly enough.

Zala was one such dragon. His appetite was never fully sated though it wasn't for lack of trying. His tastes were a bit more refined than most, though his preferred target was not a dragoness, but a mare. He'd had plenty of fun with many species throughout the years, but above all else he loved the velvety, tender sex that only a mare could offer; not even fellow dragons could compare.

On this cool autumn evening, Zala was gliding overhead of a familiar location that he'd had more than his fair share of good luck when searching for release. This particular clearing in a valley forest was the location he'd recently found and taken a rather eager gryphon. Gryphons were no mares, but this one shared many equine features and that's why Zala had returned to this location dozens of times in the passing months, hoping to once again gain the fortune he once had in finding that gryph-mare.

Sadly no such luck was to be bestowed upon him. Not today. Today it was a different luck that he had! As he flew over the valley, he saw something he wasn't expecting in his favorite clearing in the form of a team of horses! White horses! Black Horses! Brown and gray splotched horses! All with glorious, flowing manes and powerful looking haunches! Each and every one of them a glorious figure of virility! Zala's nether regions tickled with anticipation as he imagined getting the better of one of the mares, burying himself in....

But wait, what was this? Amidst the tightly packed team was something amiss. While some of the stallions and mares were brown and rustic colored, there was a unique one that had not a flowing equine mane, but a bushy, thick lion's mane! He looked up and down this one's body and saw that, yes it had hooves, and yes it had an equine rump, but it didn't look like a horse!

He continued to study this aberration as they walked from horse to horse, nuzzling into necks and nipping at rumps before raising its tail. Looked like a mare in heat based on the behaviour, so why were none of the stallions taking advantage of her clearly eager rump?! She was practically begging the stallions to mount her, yet...

Wait! This was no horse!

As Zala swooped down to get a better look, he noticed that this mare's face wasn't that of a horse, but of a gryphon! Golden and black beak capping off a feathered front half, all resting on a pair of golden talons! This was no horse, this was a hippogryph!

No wonder the stallions weren't interested in her; she wasn't one of their own.

As Zala swooped down to get a better look, he also allowed his shadow to pass over the team of wild equines, causing them to scatter! Each and every one of the horses panicked, rearing up and dashing away, shoulder to shoulder in a stampede out of the clearing and through a pinch in the bush that opened up into a nearby plain, kicking up a small storm of dust in the wake of the thunderous hooves. The grass was trampled and the dust took a moment to settle, but once it had Zala was relieved to see that the hippogryph mare hadn't bolted like the rest. She clearly wasn't part of the team.

Zala took a round before coming back above the clearing, thinking 'a hippogryph is fine, too', as he hovered in place, staring the gryph-mare in the eyes. She wasn't backing down or turning tail to run. She wasn't afraid of him even though he had to be twice her size or more! His presence only urged her to spread her front legs and hiss at him.

Still hovering in place, the crimson scaled dragon returned her glare and slowly descended until he'd landed not three feet in front of her. She was a beautiful specimen from beak to tail tip, with perfect form and amazingly well groomed hair and feathers, as though she was lost and actually owned by a local rancher. Most peculiarly, she was lacking any wings. Sometimes pet gryphons and hippogryphs had their wings chopped off to keep them from flying away, but there were no lumps or scars to speak of.

Curiosity piqued, Zala leaned in slowly, sure to not startle her. He gave her a sniff and let her do the same to him. Content, he backed off and let her come to him.

She offered a series of courtesy sniffs all over his body. She sniffed at his limbs, chest, head, tail, and most curiously, his crotch. He must have been exuding some pretty strong pheromones, because she practically buried her beak into his sheathe opening as she took a deep, long inhalation.

The sensation of hippogryph beak rubbing on his nether region helped to re-boost Zala's own desire. Equally inquisitive, he leaned down and arched his long neck around his shoulder to take in a long, drawn out whiff from under her tail. He half expected her to flick her tail down and lower her rump, but much to his delight she pulled her beak from between his legs to look over her shoulder as she raised her tail and spread her legs.

Zala noticed a small bit of drool escaping from the crook of his lips as he sampled another cloud of her scent. He couldn't help but lick his lips clean as he pushed his snout up into her, lifting her rump and hooves right off the beaten, tattered grass of the meadow.

She stood strong, not letting the dragon's larger form topple her, sure to push back against his force. She clenched her muscles periodically to purse out her lips, splattering estrus fluids all over Zala's muzzle.

Taken aback, Zala pulled away and shook his head. The scent of her arousal was overpowering with her fluids smeared all over his muzzle. He shook and tried to get it off, but found it to be intoxicating enough to make him complacent; he was happy to get a good, strong sample of her scent with each breath. It was glorious; a sweet, earthiness that filled him with bursts of adrenaline.

The hippogryph looked back over her shoulder and let out a quick, impatient squawk as she raised her tail back up, so high that her long, golden tail hair splayed across her back and her round, white rump pushed itself out with her muscle contractions.

As the hippogryph mare pushed out another stream of thick, creamy fluids with a grunt, Zala noticed the flesh of her slit wasn't pink, but a dark, almost blood red. Just as the juices splattered on the ground, another wave of warm scent rushed the dragon in the face, so thick it overwhelmed all other scents. He couldn't smell the flowers or the trees or the residual scent of the team of equines that had recently scattered off. All that he could focus on was the overpowering aroma of her arousal.

Hungry for a taste to match the smell, he pushed his nose right back under her tail, rubbing his snout up and down the slit to soak himself in her moisture, thick tongue plucking out to sample one taste after another which he swallowed down with gusto. He could hear - no, feel - a deep rumbling through the mare, starting in her neck and travelling down her spine to massage Zala's snout.

Was she purring?

Zala got his answer soon after when the deep rumble morphed into a grunt, followed by another massive eruption of female fluids that splashed off his nose and lips. He was more than happy to lick it clean, capturing every drop he could. It was a touch bitter, but the sweetness was far greater, and the flavor was entirely too delectable to let it go to waste.

Once done licking her clean, he gave a gentle nip at the inside of her rump cheek, to which she squeaked and hopped away, turning to look him in the eyes. She had a playful grin spread across her beak as she lowered her chest to the ground, leaving her rump high in the air, tail waving happily.

Zala paused a moment, as he was a little disappointed she didn't want him nipping at her wonderfully plump rump, but then he realized what she was doing, so he mirrored her, pressing his chest to the ground and lifting his hind side to wag his tail.

Both dragon and hippogryph leaned in to nip at one another's necks, but the poor mare had a hard time jumping up to nip at Zala's neck, since it was so much higher than hers. Zala kept nipping at hers as she hopped up to nip a this neck scales. The two continued to circle one another, bobbing heads and playfully biting until Zala hopped forward and over her, tricking her into exposing her rump again, which he gave another nibble.

Much to his delight, she didn't hop away this time. Instead she let out a churp and bobbed her head, raising her tail and spreading her legs in the process. Zala couldn't help but give a long, loving lick from clit to slit to rump. As his tongue passed through her canal, she clenched her walls shut and sprayed him with femcum again, catching him in the mouth. Happy with this reaction, he did it again, this time a bit slower, trailing his tongue in circles around her juicy, still winking clit before pushing it up her slit before pushing deep into her. She didn't squirt this time, but she did push back and clench down on him, massaging his tongue with her surprisingly dextrous pelvic muscles.

Content with his position and her desire, he laid down fully, pushing his snout into between her cheeks to give her a series of long loving licks interspersed with gentle nips at her rump cheeks. Unlike before, she didn't move or protest or get playful. Instead she let out that sound that felt like a purr as she waggled her hips and pushed back, eager to get more of his tongue in her.

Zala lost himself to her slit as his mind wandered. He could feel his nether region tingling as his cock hardened within his sheathe, bulging his scales out, but he barely paid it any mind as he was completely focused on savoring the every drop of her nectar that she squirted and dribbled out onto his tongue.

As his desire grew, so did his need to dominate. He raised one of his foreclaws to grab a hold of her plump, juicy rump cheek and hold on as he pushed into her, gaping open his maw to push his long, thick tongue in as deep as it could possibly go, powerful pelvic muscles massaging it every inch of the way. He brought up his second claw to hold on her other cheek as he started nuzzling and licking a bit higher, eager to taste all she had to offer. That rump of hers, it was just so alluring, he had to get a taste and perhaps a nibble!

His head was bobbing and his back was arched as he thrust into the ground idly, tongue exploring every inch between rump cheek and tail. He grunted and pushed into her as she cooed and pushed back, smearing every bit of her fluids all over his snout. He was soaked, and bits of saliva and lubrication dripped off his chin, but he didn't care; as long as she kept it up, he didn't need to worry about wasting.

But just as he thought he was ready to have another taste, she shook his claws off her rump and hopped forward with a grunt, pussy winking and pushing a weak, depleted stream of her fluids all over the grass. Zala tried to lunge forward and catch the nectar, but as he did so she leapt forward again, sure to stay just out of his reach. Again, he tried to get another taste, but she kept moving out of the way. Clearly she didn't want to be licked anymore.

Trying something else, Zala reared up and extended his front claw to rub on her rump, but again she hopped away, and bounded in a circle around Zala until she was near his hind end, which was pressed against the ground.

Inquisitive, the hippogryph mare pushed her beak in between his thigh and tail, nuzzling and prying the two limbs apart until Zala stood on all fours. She quickly hopped under his tail and scooted her way between his legs, nuzzling at his low-hanging sack and at the side of his sheathe as she slipped through, pressing every inch from beak to rump across his engorged member as she did so. Eventually, once she'd passed by his sex, she chirped and raised her tail, pushing back against his sheathe opening.

Zala only poked idly at her rump cheek before cluing in what she was trying to say. Normally he'd have mounted her without all the pleasantries and foreplay, but she was just so fun to kiss, lips to snout, that he'd forgot to take the next step.

Sure of himself, Zala finally arched his back and bucked forth, the tension of his position prying his sheathe flesh over his black member, exposing it to the cool autumn air as he pressed it against her rump. It took him a few clumsy but gentle thrusts of his cock tip prodding at rump cheek and the crook between anus and tail base, but eventually he felt himself slip between her moist, velvety folds to spread her open, fleshy lips sliding over his ridged member inch by inch. Only his glans was able to penetrate, as he found she was incredibly tight; her flesh was snugly pressing down against him, almost pushing him out.

He was careful not to push into her too hard; he was far bigger than she was, and regardless of her meaty lips being moist and clearly ready for mating, he didn't want to hurt her.

That didn't stop her from pushing back.

As soon as she felt that cock slide up her slit and into her eager, tender cunny, she arched her back, spread her legs, and pushed onto him, tail raised high and curled over her back to make sure none of her tail hair got in the way of his slick length. He was being gentle, but she was pushing back as hard as she could; had there not been a massive, tapered cock pushing against her, she'd have fallen over due to the awkward, unbalanced position she'd taken. She wasn't satisfied until another ridge of his passed through her lips and lurched into her, then another. He could feel her meaty cunny lips spread wide, stretched presumably to their limit, but she kept pushing back!

Zala gave another strong, slow thrust into her to push her back into a decent balanced position before slowly pulling out, relishing the sensation of each and every ridge popping out from her hungry nether lips with a drop of slick fluid until his cock slipped from her nethers. She gave one final wink to push him away as she hopped forward, trail of fluids going from her slit to his cock tip. She lowered her tail and swished it back and forth, spreading her aroma all over before Zala hopped back up onto her as she nibbled at her haunches. When Zala leaned forward, she hopped away again, a few more winks of her well-tenderized slit to get rid of the excess fluids.

But Zala wasn't done yet.

Using their combined fluids, Zala tensed his cock up and aimed it right at her slit before bucking forth, stabbing at her slit and penetrating deep into her.

As she felt his thick, throbbing rod invade her, she let out a long, pained squawk, arching her neck around to bite at his forelegs, but regardless of her protest, he kept pushing and thrusting. He growled and bit at her neck, holding her in place as he forced himself in deeper. She resisted, clenching her already incredibly snug walls down against him in an effort to push him out, but he was far too strong for her, and his hunger was greater than her fear, so he just kept thrusting, each time going as deep as he could, which was deeper with every push.

Her body trembled as she tried to pull away, but as she dug her hooves into the ground to push, tail lowered on his member to dissuade it from penetrating further, he just bit harder and gave a little more force.

After he'd buried most of himself in her, he slowly pulled out, feeling her clench her walls shut as his withdrew, helping to force his length from her, but he didn't go all the way out, leaving one ridge and his cock tip inside her for aim. With one powerful, slow thrust, he forced himself back in one ridge at a time against her contracted walls, spreading them apart to slide over his member, massaging him whether she wanted to or not.

Her contractions were getting weaker as her will dulled, so Zala pushed in again, forcing the top of his knot to press against her cunny lips, but her muscles were too much, he couldn't quite get it in.

No matter, he'd just beat her lips into submission!

With cock buried deep inside the hippogryph mare, he started jerking his hips forth, battering his uninflated but still girthy knot top against her pelvis to squish between her rump cheeks and roughly spreading her wide. Every thrust weakened her resolve until he could feel his knot slipping into her.

He spread his wings wide and high into the air as he felt her flesh swallowing him up from cock tip to knot, but despite his most powerful of thrusts, he couldn't get his bulging, throbbing knot into her. Frustrated, he let out a long, pained roar as he relaxed his muscles and let her push his member out of her. He relished every sensation as her pelvic muscles contracted and pushed on him, sliding him out of her inch by inch; sadly, none of her contractions were all that strong, as he'd pounded her muscles into a soft, tender pulp.

Unfortunately for her, he wasn't ready to give up just yet. Just before his length had slid fully from her confines, he tensed up and gave another solid, quick thrust into her. His ebony fleshed spear pushed through her pulverized flesh until he was as deep as he could go, equine vulva weakly winking against his knot, trying its best to push him out. He could feel her walls contracting deeply, then slowly coming towards her lips in waves, but to him it was more of a massage than any sort of protest. His teeth were still wrapped around her neck enough to keep her in place but not enough to puncture or wound, so she finally gave up and relaxed her muscles.

Right as she did so, Zala's knot slipped into her with one, powerful lurch as her lips expanded just enough to swallow both bulbs and contract around his base. Lips pressed against sheathe flesh as Zala's member began to grow inside her.

The Hippogryph felt the beast's knot sweeling just inside her lips, and she instinctively clenched down again to push the invading member out, but it was too late. His massive bulge was locked inside her, throbbing and growing with every one of his heartbeats, too thick to slip out even if he yanked on her.

Defeated, she lowered her head to the ground, and Zala released her neck. He also lowered his wings to cover her body so no others could see her. Inside her, the knot grew until it filled her fully, pressing his cock tip agianst her gaped open cervix, resting neatly just inside her womb to splash his first blast of seed against her walls.

She could feel his heat filling her up as his cock pulsated and throbbed, muscles clenching to accentuate the veins, ridges, and bulges of his length with every heart beat. More of his seed sprayed from him to flood her womb, giving her the gentlest of bulges. She couldn't help but shift back and forth from foot to foot as she attempted to relieve herself of his massive weight on her haunches, but as she did so, it shifted his knot inside her, twisting it from side to side. As his member rotated, his knot lobes rubbed against the hippogryph's engorged pleasure spot, and she found herself renewed with vigor.

She chose to relish the sensation of his massive, bulging member inside her, so she continued shifting from hind leg to hind leg, clenching down on him to suck the knot in deeper as she winked, massaging his length from tip to knot, finally culminating in her lips contracting around the base of his knot, squirting her fluids all over his ballsack and sheathe!

Zala couldn't take it anymore! As her muscles conspired to massage and suck every last bit of seed from his reserves, he grit his teeth down and thrust forth, plunging his knot in deeper to be massaged by her canal. HE could feel his cock throbbing with each heartbeat, but he could also feel her walls contracting around him in a rapid, rhythmic pattern that could only be her pulse! Both his flesh and hers soon synced up their pulsations until they were intensifying pleasure with each heartbeat.

He let out a long, powerful roar as another explosion of seed erupted into her. He could feel his member sloshing around in the concoction of his and her fluids, but her walls contracted to squeeze some of it out between the crook underneath his knot and between her deep red, velvety walls, and the rest sucked up into her womb, where it would stay.

Both Zala and his hippogryph mare paused to appreciate the sensations. What was once an unpleasant invasion of her sanctity was now a pleasant, filling satisfaction that continued to give and give until she felt bloated with his gift. He kept twitching his tail, forcing more of himself into her with each gentle thrust that did little more than shift his knot around inside her, unable to pull out or go in any deeper, since he was already pressed firm against her gaping cervix.

The two panted at one another amidst a backdrop of cooing and gentle growling at one another. As soon as his cum stopped flowing, his knot began to gently deflate. The hippogryph felt his member receding in girth, she pulled away, feeling it tug on the inside of her meaty lips before exploding outward, the suction of knot and cock sucking his seed and her fluids out of her.

She gave a powerful set of winks, her muscles contracting from womb to lips to push out all the seed that wasn't entombed in her womb.

Zala was still caught up in the decadent aroma of their shared arousal, so as soon as he'd peen pulled free of her, he hopped back and buried his snout back underneath her to help clean her off, licking up the fluids and burying his tongue in her tender canal to lap up any remnants of fluids from deep inside her.

Before he'd even finished, she gave another strong wink to push his tongue out before hopping around to nuzzle between his legs, lapping at his still mostly firm member to return the favor. Her forked tongue made quick work of him, and she even got a few spurts on her beak (which she quickly lapped up).

As soon as Zala felt his cock had been thoroughly cleaned, he spread his wings and took to the sky, leaving the golden and roan hippogryph mare to deal with her loose lipped backside...