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What a truly wonderful day to be on her own. The sun was high in the skies, the Klyneth marketplace was bustling and busy with bodies of fur, feathers, scales, and skin on all sides, and Valencia had an entire month to herself to do as she pleased. Ilorek was away on business overseeing some conflict between the Yelfritians and Endradians - something about a territory dispute over some island between the two nations - leaving her in Klyneth without anyone to keep her company other than the thousands in the marketplace.

Unlike many of the others - namely Ceylon and Leera - Valencia loved to get right in the down and dirty of the common folk. She loved to converse with locals, barter with the merchants, and make sure people knew her face when she did something for them rather than floundering in anonymity.

She also loved to indulge her deviant sides by encouraging reciprocation by those she helped. She had a reputation for being particularly promiscuous, and would indulge any random desire that crossed her mind. Ilorek didn't mind, they had an agreement that they could indulge while the other was away on business, and even when together with proper discussion first.

Still, being in the middle of a writhing mass of Dalon's populace had her quite claustrophobic. She was a tiny little bachier bitch - a unique and rare hybrid of avian and canine - barely a meter and a half tall, with huge wing membranes attached to her digits rather than traditional hands; not only could she easily be stepped on by an Erovian or Saurossin, anyone could trip and hit her wing, snapping it. That's why she chose to pry herself away from the mass to climb up a pile of cheese and wine barrels to get a good look over the heads of the crowd so she could find the booth she was looking for.

It was hard to see, even when up above the crowd, due to the disparity in size from one race to the next. Klyneth was a bustling multicultural population center in the heart of the most varied and inclusive nation in all of Dalon, which meant there were citizens of all types and sizes vying for the attention of each and every merchant in the marketplace. Saurossins and Errov - Scaled and hoofed individuals - were all much taller than the Jysar, Humans and Oaira, so mostly all she could see was the frilly manes of the horses and the scaled plumage of the dragons.

The marketplace was massive, so that certainly didn't help, either. Easily a half dozen Kilometers squared, with merchant stands lined up in orderly fashion with a dozen meters between each row to ensure maximum traffic. Potions, Poultry, Beef, Candies, Fruits, Vegetables, fish, fabrics, toys, and all manner of custom crafted art could be bought here, with Klyneth potions being a worldwide delicacy that travelers would come from near or far to sample.

Unfortunately, potions are what she wanted. In her quest to help her citizen for the week, she found a perfect candidate: A globetrotting writer looking to write and publish his memoirs of his travels, only to be blocked by distractions at every corner. She wanted to have the brewmaster Vinn to concoct a potion that would help with concentration so the writer could find his muse and write his novel. It was a unique request, but she knew he could get one for her.

In reality, she could make one herself, but had no interest in stabbing into herself to get the ademane needed for it. That's never pleasant.

Once her keen eyes finally caught a glimpse of the signature gold and black of Vinn's Potions between two particularly tall blokes, she smiled and kicked off the barrel, eager to glide over the heads of the crowd to avoid the long lines or the sensation of being smothered by a crowd. The heat that was emanating off the mass of warm bodies was enough of a thermal to keep her just barely afloat a few meters up as she flapped vigorously.

Her body was most akin to that of a bat, so her thin wing membranes weren't exactly prepared for daytime flight.

She eventually stopped by landing on the window sill of a nearby six story building, keen to keep her eyes trained on the long, dual-sided merchant booth she was aiming at.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" A voice came from behind her, inside the building. It was a well-dressed Human in long robes, a book in hand. She had been walking by the window as Valencia had landed on the sill.

"Just out for a flight, m'lady. Don't mind me, just trying to get a vantage point on a merchant I want to visit." Valencia explained, a particular glint in her eye as the corner of her maw curled up in a sly smirk.

"Very well. Just be a bit more courteous when on someone's sill. What if someone had left an apple pie there and you knocked it over?" She woman raised her nose and walked away with an indignant grunt.

Valencia ignored her and rolled her eyes in disdain before standing up straight and falling off the sill, wings spread to glide effortlessly over the crowd, eventually landing gracefully on the top of Vinn's Potions. She used her thumb and free finger to grab the edge of the overhang so she could peek over and see Vinn, Belinda, and Bifleur all shuffling back and forth between the customers, the chest of coin, and the displays of potions. "Sup Vinn?" She asked with a wave, her head still dangling upside down over the edge of the booth roof.

"Oh, hi Val! Long time no see!" Vinn stopped what he was doing to smile and wave at her, tail tip flickering. "Got an order for me?"

The lime green reptile didn't know of Valencia's past or connections, but did know that she was quite wealthy, paid well, and always had unique orders, and that had slowly grown into a professional relationship between the two. Unbeknownst to him, she actually lived in the Cradle of Dalon with his very supplier: Ceylon A'Merone. Had he known, he may not treat her the same as he had.

"Something very unique, actually. Looking for something akin to a muse in a bottle. Got a friend who really needs to crank out this novel of his memoirs, and just can't concentrate on it. Know if your supplier can do anything like that for me?"

Vinn rubbed his blue and yellow chin a bit before answering. "I think so. I have sold something similar to that, a hypnosis potion that helped a client to imagine himself as a king for a day, I don't imagine it'd be much of a stretch to concoct a potion that would make your friend think he was a world renowned author. Sure, I can talk to my supplier."

Just then, a massive biped dragon growled at her. "Hey, get in line like the rest of us!" he bellowed, his copper neck frills flaring out and his long whiskers flicking.

Valencia didn't bother to argue with him. Instead she flipped him an extremely valuable jade coin and told him to fuck off before handing two jade coins to Vinn and fluttering off. She had put in her order, she didn't need to hurt some dragon type who was patiently waiting for a cock enhancement potion so he could please his mare lover.

It's amazing what a brief encounter would reveal to Valencia; she had the ability to read one's emotions, desire, and thoughts with ease using only a few seconds of eye or physical contact. It's what made her valuable. It's also what allowed her to basically get whatever she wanted. Still, it wasn't her intention to cause any sort of a stir with the locals - at least not any negative emotions.

Content with her order, she soared over the crowd until she was out of the marketplace and was over one of Klyneth's many bricked roads. The traffic here was far lighter so she was content walking along the side-pathways away from the carriages where only a few others were walking. Fewer people meant fewer chances of being stepped on or pushed around, and it was time to eat so she wanted to hit up her favorite cafe, where Ilorek had first proposed to her like the gentle-stallion he was.

Before she made it to the end of the road where the cafe was, she felt an incredibly negative emotion coming from one of the alleyways between the storefronts. That felt like an obligation, to her. Upon focusing her mind a bit, she recognized the emotion as sadness and despair. That's never good.

With the thoughts of cafe delicacies out of her mind, she darted into the alley to find a young ciennic girl crying behind a wall of waste barrels, sniffling and trying her best to gain her composure in staggered whimpers.

"What's wrong?" Valencia asked as she stepped around the pile of barrels. Immediately, the little girl covered her snout in her arms and tried to look away, hiding her pain.

"N-nothing. Please leave me alone."

Valencia shook her head slowly, knowing she couldn't just ignore this child's pain. "No, tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help."

The young girl recoiled at the touch of Valencia's wing; that could have meant a lot of things, so Val concentrated her mind to find out what was wrong, and if the little girl was abused. She was relieved to read that the canine girl wasn't a victim, but was well-taught not to talk to strangers and that a stranger's touch was especially bad. Good little girl.

Valencia obliged by her wishes and stepped back, but continued to insist she find out what was wrong. She knew the pup wouldn't give the information willingly, so she pulled a bit of a telepathic trick to put her in a bit of a willingness trance. "Please, trust me. I can help."

The girl pup looked up, eyes swollen a bit from her cries. "M-mommy is mad at me. She yelled at me, said mean things. I didn't do anything! I didn't mean to break it!" She immediately broke down into another volley of sobs.

Valencia needed to dig a bit deeper into the pup's mind to find out what was going on here, see if maybe there was a change in her life or something. A gentle prodding at her memories revealed her mother was simply under pressure due to losing a lot of money recently, and the pup had broken a vase worth thousands. Simple things, easily fixed with some coin.

"Look, kid. Your mother is going through a tough time, she just needs a bit of help, and I'll let you be the one to help her. Here, take this, I promise it'll make her happy and I'm sure she misses you, wherever she is. You didn't do anything wrong, I promise, and your mom knows that." She reached into her coin bag and took out five jade coins and three gold, more than enough to pay for the Vase a dozen times over.

The girl pup rubbed her eyes and cautiously took the coins, her eyes narrowing a bit. "W-why are you helping me?" Then she looked down and saw the color of the coins and stared at them, wide-eyed. Even she knew the value of jade and gold.

"I don't need a reason. Come on, let's find your mother. I bet she's worried sick about you, running off like that." Valencia extended a wing hand to the pup, inviting her to come with. She had to use some telepathy to convince her to trust her, but it didn't take much. She was a pup, not an adult.

The two walked out into the street. And walked towards the store they were at when the girl had broken the vase. There, they found the pup's mother and brother, both hysterically calling out her name, only to stop mid-sentence upon seeing Val and her daughter and scream as she practically tackled her.

"I found your daughter in an alley. I think she has something for you." Valencia said softly as she stepped back away from the pup.

The mother cried and tried to catch her breath as she wrapped her arms around her daughter, licking and kissing her all over her face while sobbing apologies into the pup's chest and shoulders, which made the pup break out in tears again.

Valencia had to hold back from rolling her eyes. They couldn't have been apart for more than an hour, and her daughter wasn't stupid. Having done her good deed for the day, Val turned to leave before being grabbed by the mother, who got to her feet and composed herself before thanking her for finding her daughter. The mother was easily twice as tall as Valencia was - most cien females were quite a bit larger than their male counterparts.

"Th-thank you so much for finding my Venny, she really shouldn't have run off like that, but...but I shouldn't have...nevermind. I'd give you a reward for finding my pup, but...." she stopped and turned to the store keeper with a barely contained growl. "But I was robbed by this cretin, and he wouldn't let me leave to find my daughter."

The shop keeper - a blue-feathered gryphon - shrugged. "Your daughter broke the Vase, that was worth thousands. What did you expect? I wasn't going to let a thief and vandal leave my store without security doing something about it!"

That's when Valencia knelt down next to Venny and caught her gaze. "Remember what I gave you? Go give one to that asshole of a gryphon."

Venny smiled and laughed, giggling a bit before walking up to the store front counter between the two equine security guards, defiantly slamming a single jade coin down on the counter before sticking her tongue out and returning to her mother, tail wagging happily.

Her mother was dumbfounded, her maw gaping open and tongue hanging out. "Wh-what was that?" She barely managed to choke out.

Before Valencia could respond, Venny walked up to her mother and gave her the four remaining jade coins, keeping the gold coins for herself like a crafty little pup.

Immediately, the mother gasped in surprise and looked up (well, down) at Valencia in utter shock and disbelief.

Valencia offered nothing more than a gentle smile and a salute with her wing arm before leaving the store, letting the mother, daughter, and son to all relish in their newfound wealth. Someone was going out for dinner and icecream today.

The feeling of pride swelled up in Valencia's chest as she walked down the street, still heading towards the cafe. It was rare a problem like that would be presented to her that she could fix so quickly, so easily, and so thoroughly. She'd practically answered a mother's prayers and helped them out of their bind while also giving them a little something as consolation for their grief, all in the span of about fifteen minutes.

The pride wasn't going to last long, as she felt another shock of powerful emotional energy coming from up ahead, just beside the cafe. This time it was of pain, of anger, and of disappointment. Very different from the despair of Venny and her mother.

She quickened her pace to walk down the brick walkway towards the source of the pain, and she saw three young jysarian kittens using sharp sticks to poke and hit a feral gryphon that was pressed up tight against the side of the cafe. To her disgust, not a single bystander was helping the feral gryph that was clearly being abused by these boys.

A swell of anger bubbled up in her chest, completely washing away the sense of pride that had emerged. These cruel boys needed to be taught a lesson; whacking at anything like that was unacceptable, even if the gryph was nearly the size of a small horse and could easily defend itself if it wanted to. No, this gryphon was simply curling up and using its wing to protect itself from their abuse.

"Hey! What do you little shits think you are doing?" Valencia howled at them, her voice a powerful mix of a growl and a screech. It was exactly the kind of voice you did not want to be yelling at you.

As soon as they heard her, all three of them went to dart away, but she had the wings needed to hop into the air and pounce on the nearest one from above, pinning him to the ground. She flipped him onto his back and stared with an intensity into his eyes, a growl on her lips and her wings pinning his arms to the ground. She was actually smaller than he was, but her various physical magics made her feel thrice as heavy and powerful enough to restrain the boy.

The jysarian boy was angry at first, demanding she get off him or he'd get his father to kill her, but she ignored him and employed a trick she'd learned to absorb the negative emotions and sensations the gryphon was feeling when they were beating on him and imbue that same physical and emotional trauma on the kid.

Her eyes stared a hole in his, her spell working its magic on him bit by bit. She watched as the angry defiance melted from his visage to be replaced with worry, then pain, then despair and a vast sadness all at once. Tears welled up in his eyes and he twitched as he felt the stabbing and whipping pains against his haunches, arms, and sides - the same sort of abuse he and the others were inflicting on the feral gryph.

Once she was convinced the boy had been inflicted with enough emotional and mental pain, she stepped off him and let him cry his way across the road, almost being hit by a horse-drawn carriage before darting in between two buildings to return to the park on the other side.

She dusted herself off from the dirt and residue of the street before turning to make sure the gryphon was still there and not aggressive or hurt in any significant way. As she approached, he slunk down and pressed himself tight against the wall, recoiling from her touch, much like Venny had. She persisted, emanating a telepathic broadcast of sincerity and kindness in order to relax him a bit so she could press her palm against his flank, checking for blood or broken bones.

She ran her single non-webbed finger and thumb down his side, tickling at his flesh and patting down his fur and feathers to see if there were any lumps or moisture. She was happy to see that he didn't appear to have any abrasions or lumps anywhere from neck to haunches. As she was stroking and massaging him, he slowly pushed away from the wall, leaning into her touch, a deep churr emanating from his crop and breast. It was nice to see he was warming up to her.

As she looked over his body, she could see he wasn't a typical gryphon. Unlike most, he had the haunches of a wolf or husky, a mottled gray and white fur with a thick bushy curled tail. His wings were black, and his chest feathers were a blend of stark silver and pitch black, with a long, thin beak. Crow. Beautiful combination, tipped off by piercing, slitted teal eyes that were looking right at her.

She gave him another pat on the neck and scritched at his plumage before standing and getting ready to leave. The gryph stood next to her, ruffling his wings and wagging his tail happily, tongue lolling out as though she were preparing to take him for a walk. He stood taller than she by a full two heads. Even his shoulders were higher than the tips of her ears, as he was the size of a small horse or very large wolf.

Valencia took a step, and the gryphon matched it, following in tow behind her. She stopped to look back at him, one of her wing-arms on her hip. "No, you can't come with me, gryph. I can't take you with me." She turned to take another step and the gryphon kept in tow, tail wagging and beak hanging open. With every few steps, she stopped to tell him to stay put, but he wasn't listening. Before long, she was at the cafe, so she slipped inside to get away from the gryph.

The Canine-Avian hybrid seemed to have enough common sense to not follow her inside, and one of the employees even had to stop her to tell her to collar her pet.

"He's not mine." she assured the plucky barista. "He just keeps following me. Don't worry, he's harmless." Once she'd spoken her piece, she weaved through the tables until she returned to her favorite spot next to the white fence on the outer patio. It was no surprise to see the gryphon was standing on the other side of the fence, hips swaying and tail wagging as soon as he saw her.

It was time for her to give up on resisting or telling him to leave, so she sat down and leaned over with one wing to rest it on his neck, scritching and patting gently as she waited for her order.

He leaned against the white metal fence, tail swinging back and forth like an eager pup, wings flaring out just enough to shake off the dust of the streets and pathways. He refused to move, even when she focused her attention entirely on her meal. He refused to move when the employees tried to shoo him away. He refused to move when Valencia went inside to relieve herself. As random passerby walked near Valencia, he would growl at them and flare out his plumage in defiance, as though he was protecting her.

"Well this is interesting." Valencia muttered to herself as she cupped her mug of coffee in her palms and dipped her pointed tongue into it.

The Gryph perked his ears up and looked over his shoulder at her as soon as she spoke, seemingly waiting for a command or some sort of attention. She ran her finger down his spine, parting his plumage and fur and massaging the massive knot of muscle between his wing shoulders. He leaned into her touch and closed his eyes, feathers expanding out to make his neck and shoulders softer. His ebony-fleshed talon rose to his chest as though he was about to shake a paw, his own tongue hanging out the side of his beak as he panted heavily.

"What a cutie." She mused to herself, still rubbing and scritching at his neck and shoulders.

Her mind gently probed into his a bit as her palm laid against his neck, long wing fingers and membrane wrapping around his wing shoulder. She wanted to know more about this gentle-soul of a feral gryphon; why was he so kind and unwilling to fight back against the children? Why was he here in town? What made him follow her around other than the fact that she was the only one to show him some compassion? Did he have owners? Was he a mount for a royal family? He clearly wasn't some feral beast from the wilds, he was well kept like the most royal of gryphons, yet lacked the sentience of Ceylon, Commander Lost, and Lady Cygnovum. An interesting specimen indeed.

It didn't take long for her to find one scrap of a history. His name was Jarell. That was all she got before she realized that he was hungry and needed some meat, so she ordered a rather hearty eastern styled meat and rice dish with thick meaty sauce and some greens on the side. She slid the plate under the fence and smiled as she watched him pluck each and every strip of beef off the plate to toss it up in the air and gulp it down, one piece at a time. Once he was finished with the meat, he started on the rice, darting his tongue onto the plate to get every bit, leaving the greens and other veggies on the plate. He even licked up every bit of the sauce!

Clearly Jarell here was a royal mount or some other domesticated creature. No truly wild or feral creature would eat food fed to him. Wild beasts liked to hunt and no gryphon would eat food they hadn't killed themselves. She could have delved deeper into his mind, but stabbing into his psyche like that could be stressful for a non-sentient creature, so she opted to leave it at that.

Once she was fully done with her meal, she paid her tab with her usual hefty tip and left the cafe to be greeted by Jarell, sitting at the entrance and wagging his tail like a loyal hunting dog.

"Well, if you're going to follow, might as well be useful, Jarell." She smiled as she noticed that his ears perked up at the mention of his name, beak closing shut and eyes growing intense. Exactly like a hunting dog waiting for orders. The mysteries of this creature were peeling back, one layer at a time. She happily walked down the street back to the marketplace, only this time she had a nearly horse-sized gryphon in tow behind her. Nobody was going to crowd around her with him. She knew he was harmless, but nobody else did.

As soon as she made it to the open, free-standing marketplace, she instructed Jarell to stand close to her and follow, commands he obeyed without hesitation. His talons were practically stepping on her furred heals with every step, and his presence was certainly a beacon of attention. As they walked through, the crowd parted, scared of the 'terrible beast' that was growling at them and threatening them. This terrible beast that was not on a holster, not on a leash, and was many times bigger than the one leading him.

"Put that thing in a collar!" One equine commanded.

"Get that beast out of here! It has no place in a marketplace!" a gryphon with no sense of irony called out.

Valencia continued to guide him through the crowd until she returned to the potion shop, surprising Vinn and Belinda with the narrow-beaked gryphon she'd collected. "I think I want to make another purchase." She declared, tossing a couple gold coins over the counter.

"I see. What have you got in mind? Something lewd, I hope." Vinn chuckled.

"Not really. I don't know what this gryphon is. I saved him from a bunch of juvenile shits poking and whipping him with sticks, and now he won't leave me alone."

"I see you got yourself a loyal pet. I don't see you as a pet owner, more of a dom, but not a pet owner." Vinn winked as he turned to rifle through his stock. "So what are you looking for?"

Valencia tapped her chin and rubbed at one of the jewels at the end of her braided hair. "I kind of want something to loosen him up. He's loyal almost to a fault. I want to see what he's like when he's not in submissive mode. He's clearly royalty of some sort, he's well trained and intelligent, but I see no marks or evidence of him being owned, and I've never seen him around these parts. I figure a more playful pup would help his mind open itself to me."

Vinn paused a moment, squinting his eyes as he glanced over his shoulder at her. "Are you sure that's a good idea? Big powerful gryphon like that without inhibitions? Why not just prod at his mind like you do most others?"

"That might actually be a bit more dangerous. Ferals and wilds are more likely to react violently to the sensations of having their mind plucked, hence the need for a potion. Besides, if nothing else I kind of want him to lighten up a bit. He seems a bit tense." She patted him on his wing shoulder, and as if on cue, he spun and growled at a dragon that got too close to her. "See what I mean?"

"I see. Yeah. Well, I'll sell you the potion, but let it be said that I warned against it. Big feral like that? You're begging to have him hump your leg or something; with him so big, I don't think you'd be able to say no." He reached under the counter and gave her a thin, corked vial of dark blue potion. "Don't come back to me complaining, is all I'm saying."

She laughed. "Well, you know me. I wouldn't say no even if I could. Still, that's not what I'm doing this for. He seems far too dignified to resort to that the second the opportunity arises."

"I repeat myself, Val: Not a good idea. If I see you tomorrow, I expect you to be singing the song of crows to me."

"Perv." She chuckled and slipped the potion into her satchel, instructing Jarell to follow her, helping her slip through the crowd with a gap around her that no others would dare breach for fear of Jarell snapping at them and growling. She didn't have to go far to find the leather crafters. She needed to put Jarell on a leash if she didn't want herself or him to be flagged by marketplace security.

Valencia was plenty shocked she hadn't been flagged down already. When she did finally reach the booth where she could get a custom made leash and collar, the worker seemed appalled that Jarell wasn't on a leash or harness already. She had to assure him that the lupo-gryph was completely harmless, as long as he didn't try for an attack of any kind.

Still, the equine leather workerwas hesitant to fit Jarell with a leash and collar, because the gryphon snapped at him and growled every time he got close to Valencia, so Val had to take a moment to calm him down, patting at his neck and whispering gentle assurances in his ear. As long as Valencia was close and holding his massive talon in her palm, he seemed to focus more on her and less on the worker that was wrapping measuring tape around his neck and prodding at him to get a feel for his sensitivity.

Jarell kept growling and clicking his beak at the worker as he turned to cut and press the leather for his collar, and Valencia grew a little unsure of her assurance that the feral one would remain tame. It was clear Val was not lying, but in reality she had no idea if Jarell would attack or not. She got that impression, but couldn't possibly have known for sure what his motives were or how he'd react. She was actually quite surprised to see the lupo-gryph allowed the leather worker to wrap a collar around his neck, even if it was made of the softest, finest leather on the bench.

As the worker was putting the finishing touches on the collar with the soft wide portion on the inside and the black, sturdier leather on the outside with the clasps and metal rings around the radial, Jarell shot a glance at Valencia as though he was about to attack. She shot him an intense glare back and shook her head slowly, making it clear she would not approve.

Jarell offered only the slightest resistance by pulling away with his neck to make it harder on the worker to put the collar on without having to get in an awkward position. Still, it didn't take long for him to latch the buckle shut and clip a leash to it.

"There ya go, m'lady. That'll be three silver." The equine demanded as he stepped back from the gryphon, sizing up his work with one hand outstretched.

"How about two gold? Little extra for your troubles." She grabbed a couple coins from her satchel and dropped them in his palm. "Thanks for your patience!"

The leather crafter blinked in disbelief at the massive tip. "Wh-what? That's too much, I can't accept this much!" He still had his hand outstretched with the coin in his palm.

"You will have to. I have places to be and I can't be bothered to haggle over a tip. Enjoy it, my friend, and thank you for your impeccable work. Fast and high quality! I shall sing your praises in my songs." She turned and started to walk away before he caught up to her again, only to have Jarell spin around and flare out his feathers to protect her.

"At least take some jerky for your mount!" He offered a stack of massive, cured meat slabs and gingerly offered the largest one to Jarell, who looked at Valencia for approval before eagerly taking it in his talon and chewing on it. "IT's a great chew toy for any carnivorous mount. Salty and sweet, and tastes great for days. I cure some of that in a separate furnace out of the stuff I can't use for leather."

Valencia smiled and accepted his generosity, knowing that, if nothing else, Jarell would love the chew toy and snack. She hated to leash a proud beast such as he, but she also knew she had no choice, at least not while in town. It was an unfortunate but necessary sacrifice.

The sun was still high in the sky, but Valencia was thinking her time in Klyneth was coming to a close. With so many events conspiring in short order one right after another, she was beginning to get exhausted at all the people, and felt it was about time she enjoyed some alone time. She also needed to think about what she was going to do with the collared gryphon. Ilorek wouldn't care for a pet, and Ceylon wouldn't approve of a gryphon of any sort seen as a pet and not an equal.

The two of them trotted through town, heading north to the Urto trade route that passed by the Vore House and around the shore of Great Lake Saff'Rald. While she was heading out, she thought maybe she could find a stable that would house him until she knew what to do with him. She couldn't cage him, she couldn't leave him, and it was incredibly difficult to fly high enough to reach the Cradle of Dalon she called her home. She did have a small farm outside of town for appearances, but she never spent time there, and she had cattle that would likely make a nice and tasty meal for a hungry carnivorous bird like Jarell.

"What am I going to do with you, Jarell?" She mused, mostly to herself, as she patted him on the shoulders.

He was still chewing on the slab of dried meat, with the center of it all wet with saliva and the sides of it drooping over either side of his long, thin beak. He barely looked down at her, but did lean into her gentle caressing.

They were outside of town now, in that border of rich farmland between the city and the forest. Her homestead was here, but she was growing increasingly worried she couldn't leave him here without actually spending the week at ground level. She was used to sleeping high in the tallest tree in the highest valley in the greatest mountain range of all of Dalon, a dingy little two story shack nestled into the encroaching woods was not her idea of high life.

While still on the pathway, she caught a glimpse of her cattle in the field closest to the forest, with her farm hands all ploughing through the fields to plant the seeds. It was still early in the season, so no crops were grown yet. She gave them a wave and they waved back as she guided Jarell down the path to the house itself between the crops and livestock. She walked him right around the side of the house until they were in the woods. There, she unclasped the collar and tossed it next to a nearby Cellitoke tree she'd planted there a few generations ago to remind her of the home she had in the mountains.

Jarell sensed his journey was over, so he slumped down onto his belly and wrapped his talons around the slab of dried meat, chewing, ripping, and tearing at it with his beak.

The scene was serene, thin streams of light piercing the canopy of the forest to illuminate the ferns and bushes all around them while the lupo-gryph happily chewed at the treat he had been given. Valencia still had absolutely no idea what to do with him in the long term. In the short term, she had a few ideas, but they were mostly involving her satisfying her curiosity. Now that they were alone and away from the prying eyes of the Klyneth masses, she couldn't help herself from thinking lewd thoughts of her furred and feathered protector. It was a sort of noble fantasy, a proud woman and her mount, connected emotionally and physically.

She hopped up the blue-barked Cellitoke tree to rest in the tree branches for a bit, leaving Jarell on the ground to enjoy himself as she watched over him, running dozens of ideas through her head about what to do with her loyal pup of a gryphon. As she glimpsed down at him, she saw he was laying on his side, massive canine sheathe poking out from between his hind legs as his ebony talons gripped at the meat.

A smirk curled up the side of her muzzle as the sight of sheathe reminded her of some of her time with the others. Her first encounter with a much larger Ceylon was a highlight. She'd come to love Ilorek, but her first time with her chosen group was always special in her mind. Of course, the thought of Ilorek made her remember the time she used her magic on him to grow him to ten times his normal size so he could fuck her with a cock so big she could see the outline of it in her belly. Good times. Always good times.

This made her eyes wander back down to catch another glimpse of Jarell, and her boredom slowly gave way to a gentle lust that manifested in her mind as simple curiosity. How big was he? Did he have a canine or gryphon knot? Would he even be interested in her, physically? Would he be okay with her touching him there? Had he been abused? Would he react violently?

Like with any feral, there were more questions than answers. With another sentient creature, she'd just ask to have her fun or make her move, but with a feral, the reactions ranged from eager thrusting to violent aggression, with all manner of emotions in between.

There was no better way to find out and satisfy her curiosity than to just dive in; metaphorically. He wasn't big enough for her to actually, literally dive in. Her haunches twitched to kick off the branch so she could fall to the ground, but she just wasn't ready. The curiosity was overpowering, but the nervousness was bubbling up inside her at the same time, keeping her from actually making a move. The biggest question in her mind was to ask herself if such behaviour would make him lose his trust and loyalty to her. She'd saved him from abuse, what if she turned it around and did the same thing? She wasn't worried about her safety, she was worried about his trust.

Still cautious, she looked down again and focused her gaze between his hind legs, catching a glimpse of the pink tip that was poking out from his thick sheathe. The momentary glimpse gave her a swell in her nether regions, and she couldn't help but pinch at the jewelry that had pierced her engorged lips, giving it a rub and getting her claw moist with her own excitement.

She was shamelessly needy when it came to cocks, and had no problem propositioning anyone she felt would be a fun time, and she was the queen of all size queens - having helped to pioneer body alteration magic to allow larger members than would be naturally able to fit - but she had hesitations. She couldn't keep fighting with herself, she had to do something about her rising arousal. The thought of feeling his huge cock in her hands, mouth, or nether regions was making her heart race and her body tingle right around her midsection, especially between her hips.

Yeah, she had to try. Just gently prod, see how he reacts, go from there. Don't push it. If he says no, go find a stallion; maybe the leather worker from before? Lots of options.

But none as alluring as a huge, feral lupo-gryphon.

She couldn't hold back any longer. She rolled off the branch and landed with dainty poise next to Jarell, who glanced over at her from his meat for only a second before returning to it, chewing and trying to rip pieces off. Nervous, she stepped forward, careful to not step on any twigs or make any snapping sounds. The closer she got, the more silly she felt. Jarell had followed her around and tried his best to press his flank against her at every opportunity, why would he be spooked in any way that she was slowly tiptoeing near him with her wing arm out?

He barely even looked up at her as she laid her palm against his hips and she let out a long, extended sigh of relief. Her heart was racing and she felt the cool flow of adrenaline through her chest, the realization that she looked silly doing little to dampen her excitement. She glanced down his body to see his cock tip poking out from his sheath, then looked up at him to look him in his gorgeous aqua eye.

Jarell cocked his head to the side with a single ear up in confusion, but then seemed to dismiss her odd behaviour so he could enjoy another taste of his meat, leaving Valencia to explore his hind end with ease. She slowly trailed her finger and thumb around his thighs until she was massaging around the opening of his sheathe. The moment her fingers pinched at his flesh, he stopped chewing at the meat and slowly looked back at her. He didn't growl or show any resistance, but he didn't lift his leg like she'd hoped.

"No?" She whispered, mostly to herself. She wasn't sure how to read him, so she just stayed, frozen in place with her fingers gently stroking up and down his length, using his sheathe as a sleeve to massage him. She was waiting for some sort of response, but she was growing increasingly worried he wasn't okay with this.

His beak was shut, his eyes were staring directly at her, and his ears were both straight up, not relaxed or resting on the side of his skull like normal. But he wasn't resisting, he just seemed confused or unsure of himself.

She kept at it, slowly peeling the sheathe skin back to expose more of his length, the bulging, veiny red flesh was glistening in the midday light, even beneath the tree and partially hidden by his own haunches and wings. A musky scent wafted up off it and into her sensitive nostrils, further exciting her. HE smelled of canine, mostly, and as she was partially canine herself, that was a huge turn on. She didn't want him to deny her, she needed that cock in her, one way or another.

As she gained confidence, she slowly edged her way closer until she was standing right next to him, her thumb and finger wrapped around the opening of his sheathe, pulling it back down halfway over his shaft. A single droplet of his fluids fell from the pointed tip onto her digits as he shifted slightly, causing her to tense up and hop backwards, worried he was going to react negatively.

Instead, he rolled onto his back, one leg up to fully expose himself, both of his talons folded up on his chest, an eager puppy look in his eyes as his tongue lolled out the side of his beak.

Her heart practically exploded in her chest as her nervousness lifted and her excitement ravaged her. She eagerly leaned into him, her two wing-hands pressing against either side of his sheathe, massaging and teasing him, further testing him to see if he was still okay with this sort of attention. To her delight, he laid back and rested his head on a small pile of dirt nearby and spread his legs farther apart, exposing himself fully to her, proving his absolute trust in her.

A brief thought crossed her mind that maybe he was just horny and wanted a release, but a slideshow's worth of memories of the day up to this point reminded her that he was fully on board and truly trusted her. This emboldened her, and she quickly hopped around to be standing over his thick, bushy tail that was wagging happily beneath her. She crouched and rested on her knees, leaning against him with her two palms on either side of his sheathe, thumbs rubbing idly at the bulging knot that was still hidden deep inside. She could see the outline of it - a clearly two-lobed canine knot - shifting around inside as she rubbed and squeezed at it.

She had to catch herself with her jaw open, long, pointed tongue trailing a single strand of drool. Rather than suck it up into her muzzle, she leaned down and positioned herself so that the thick fluid landed directly on the underside of his cock, mixing with his own lubrication.

A smile spread across her face as she looked up his body to see if he was watching, but he was still laying prone, looking in the opposite direction. Rather than fixate on that, she decided to push in and give a long, loving lick up from the fleshy ring of the sheath that stretched around the shaft to the very tip, where a thin fluid was oozing out. It was bitter, but she loved it. As part bitch, she had a particular taste for that flavor, especially with a husky, powerful stud on the other end of it.

Her lower jaw was trembling as she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations of his veins throbbing against her tongue with each slow, loving lick. She was resisting the urge to suckle it, but that husky flavor was too powerful, and she wanted to feel it squirting against her tongue, painting her throat as she swallowed eagerly at every spurt. With one eager motion, she wrapped her lips around his cock tip, doing her best to minimize contact with teeth as her tongue massaged him.

She had to overcome the fact that his cock was bigger around than her snout, so she had to let her tongue do most of the work, even as she extended it as far as it would go out to slip into his sheathe between it and the pulsing shaft. She took in a deep breath through her nose, sampling his musky scent as she sucked at it, her tongue snaking its way back and forth along either side of his shaft, massaging sheathe and cock at once, the tip tickling at his flesh inside.

A single buck of his hips peeled his sheathe flesh back so that only the knot was still inside, the tip of his length poking at her throat; had she not expected it and wasn't used to more aggressive partners, she would have gagged. Instead, she pushed back and forced his tip further down her throat as she swallowed, massaging it and sucking out any of the fluids that were near the opening of his cock.

Once she pulled away, there were a tangle of gooey strands from her muzzle to his glistening cock, all of which she sucked up and licked at until her lips and his member were clean. As soon as she pulled away, Jarell arched his neck to look at her, disappointed she'd stopped.

"Don't worry." she cooed at him. "I'm not done." as she spoke, she stepped over him, straddling his belly with a leg on either side of him, crouching down so that her engorged, moist vulva were pressing against his belly fur. His cock was prodding at the underside of her tail, gumming up her thick, luxurious fur with his gooey strands of precum. She could feel his throbbing member tensing with every muscle contraction as it jabbed at her, his hips bucking up subconsciously.

"Relax, relax." She laid her palm down on his chest, stroking at the area of his torso where the fur and feathers mixed, her talons massaging at his skin underneath as her other hand reached around to wrap around his sheathe, aiming his length between her lets, the underside of it rubbing against the moist slit formed by her triangular vulva. She rocked her body back and forth, dragging her pink flesh up and down his length, pausing momentarily to aim the very tip of it into her depths, teasing him before pulling back out and rubbing her body up back and forth, pinning his member between her inner thighs and his belly.

A slight whimper emanated from his chest as he cocked his head to the side, his piercing blue eyes gazing at her with a needy longing. His lower beak clattered as though he was about to cry.

She couldn't make him wait. She wanted it as much as he did - maybe more - so she wrapped her thumb and finger around the opening of the sheathe and leaned forward, slowly sliding backwards until she felt his girth part her lips and slide into her in one slow, deliberate motion.

His cock was thicker than her wrist, but she had her own concoctions of magic on hand, so she focused her energy on relaxing her muscles and repairing her tissue as his too-thick member stretched her out, distending her lips far beyond what she was naturally prepared for. She didn't want him uncomfortable, so as soon as she could, she pulled her hand away and let her sex massage him, holding him in place as her lips kissed at the end of his sheathe, knot still inside his end and pressed against her nearly-absent rump cheeks and the underside of her tail.

He instinctively bucked up, pressing his cock deep into her, the very tip of it jabbing at the opening to her womb, nestling comfortably in the middle of her cervix. Normally she couldn't tell due to it being so deep in her, but she was particularly needy, so her womb was hungry for seed.

She curled her toes and leaned down to nuzzle into his chest, gooey hands both kneading at his fur and feathers as a deep rumbling purr bubbled up in his chest. Without warning, she felt his beak preening at her neck and shoulders, nuzzling and nipping at her with the passion of a pup. Every one of his motions were met with a gentle shift of his cock inside her, the bulging mass of it barely able to move in her tight confines, made even tighter by her muscle contractions.

Her maw hung open with her tongue dangling out the end of it as she gasped and pushed down on him, trying her best to match his rhythmic thrusts, but found that his enthusiasm was a bit more erratic and random so she had to guess, focusing on his gentle muscle movements in his legs and belly before his hips bucked up into her to try and match his pace.

The bulging sensation in her sex felt like a gentle burn, the friction caused by his shifting member intensified the sensations despite the thin later of viscous lubrication they were both secreting to ease the thrusting. She pressed her hand against her belly, feeling his cock tip poking at her palm with each thrust, her other hand reaching around under her tail to wrap her thumb and forefinger around Jarell's sheath. As she bounced and squeezed with her pelvic muscles, she pushed down on the soft flesh that was still on his member, squeezing at the base of the cock until the distended opening stretched wide over the engorged bulbs to expose his entire, partially inflated knot.

She wrapped her finger and thumb around it, holding it in place as she started bouncing on it with as much vigor as she could muster with her legs bowed out wide over his torso. He knew to stop thrusting, now that she was in control and doing all the work for him, and he laid his head back to enjoy it.

"Good boy." She cooed at him as she caressed his chest. Her wing was splayed out, laid flat on his torso as her powerful thumb and forefinger gripped at his fur for added support as she rocked back and forth. She could feel his member sliding in and out of her, stretching her lips and walls wide with each motion, only to leave her feeling empty every time he slipped out. As she increased her speed and depth of thrust on him, she felt his tip fold over itself to slip out of her, jabbing at her rump before she stopped. She didn't want to go that route, not today.

In the few seconds she was free of his girth, she felt her muscles slowly return to their normal form, her skin tensing up to regain its tightness around her vulva. She still felt a delicious tingle buzzing from the barbell in her clit, but other than that she was quickly returning to her normal tightness. That was the benefit of magically enhanced deviance. With the spell constantly healing and repairing tissue, it took only seconds for it to return to being fully tight and refreshed.

She wouldn't let that stop her. She wanted more, but knew he wasn't going to get that knot into her from this position. Her fingers barely wrapped around the base of his knot and her palm didn't even cover one of the bulging, veiny lobes. His entire length went from her fingertips to past her elbow, so it would require a lot of preparation and awkward positioning to get him back inside her when his shaft was fully erect, even if his knot was still only partially engorged.

Valencia leaned forward to nuzzle into his chest as she kept a tight hold on his knot, angling it and aiming it at her fleshy, moist lips. He looked down at her, confused at why she had stopped. The pressure on his knot still coaxed one spurt of cum after another all over his belly and the back of her thighs. He whimpered a bit and prodded at her face with his beak, preening her fur and gently tapping at the jewels that tipped each of her braids. She smiled at him and pushed back hard, but only his tip parted her lips, none of the bowed out shaft would fit through the tight ring of muscle that was there to hold a knot in place once it inflated within her.

With an exasperated grunt, she pushed a second time, only to find that her muscles just weren't strong enough to force him inside her, he was just too big.

"Well, this isn't ideal." She muttered, lying on Jarell's belly, heaving and wheezing with exhaustion. She laid in place, resting his member between her legs and squeezing gently, pressing it up against her moist lips as she rubbed herself up and down his length, gooey strands of his precum soaking up in the fur of her inner thighs.

After only a few minutes of idle rubbing, she got an idea! Without taking her hands off of his knot, she lifted one leg up over him, only to place it behind him again. She spun around so that she kept his bulbs in her palm as she repositioned herself so that she was facing away from him and his tail was wagging gently between her legs. She looked back over her shoulder at him as she crouched down into a squatting position. Sitting like this often relaxed her muscles, so she hoped it would allow his girth to slip into her once again, even if that did mean forcing it in.

It didn't take long for her to realize she had to switch hands that would guide him into her, so she reached between her legs with her free hand and passed off his massive cock so that she could keep the tip pressed tight against her triangular slit.

There was a gentle squeak of delight as she felt his length slip into her, the girth spreading her wide and expanding her muscle ring just enough to let his bulging member in. It kept spreading wide until the thickest part slipped past the tight ring, only to force it in once it was returning to the thinner part near the top of his knot in one solid lurch. She was happy with this sensation as his tip poked at her cervix again, so she let go of his knot and started bouncing in shallow thrusts to feel the thickest part of him putting pressure on her opening from inside only to slip back into her with ease once she pushed back down.

She was regaining a rhythm when she felt his muscles contract as she rolled to his side, knocking her off him and off balance to land on her side in the dirt next to the ferns and flowers. He got to his feet and lowered his head at her, ears flat against his skull as he hissed at her.

"Wh-what's wrong?" She whimpered, not sure what she did to hurt him. Did she catch his tender flesh with her claws? Bend him or put too much pressure on him?

Jarell didn't give her time to ponder before pouncing on her, using his powerful talon to pin her chest to the ground, his beak lowered to nuzzle at her ear, warm breath tickling her fur and hair. He shuffled her to the side until she was fully on her belly, knees propping her rump up in the air.

That's when she realized that he wasn't angry, but likely frustrated that his knot wasn't buried in her hot flesh. He seemed to be readying her to be mounted, and she felt her heart flutter in excitement at the prospect of having a powerful, lovable gryphon hold her down and force himself into her to knot her like a proper bitch. She bit her lip and giggled at the prospect as she splayed her wings out against the dirt for support, her claws digging at the dirt as her mind went wild with fantasies.

She didn't have to concoct images in her mind for long. Before she even had time to let her muscles pry her tail to the side and lift her vulva so she was in position, Jarell had pressed his entire weight down on her, his hips bucking wildly, his cock tip stabbing and prodding at her tail, cheeks, rump, and taint before finally finding its mark in her slit.

All at once, he arched his back and growled a deep powerful rumble as he forced himself into her, the power of his hips and her pushing back made her nethers feel like they were exploding for a split second as the girth passed through her muscle ring. She felt like she was being torn in half, but it only got worse when the top of his knot pressed against her vulva, stretching her triangular lips out in all directions as the tapered end of it slowly pried her apart.

A stream of magic pooled in her nether regions to keep her healed and malleable. A knot that large was too wide to fit inside her without some assistance, even though it was only partially formed. She grunted and groaned as she pushed back, closing her eyes to concentrate hard on the healing energies that were swimming in the blood near her engorged nethers.

It wasn't clear if it was her magics that were making her flesh and bones more malleable, or that Jarell's knot was deflating just enough, but the pressure seemed to recede, and the bulging, veiny lobes squeezed their way between her lips to pop into her sex, the tip penetrating her womb as the knot swelled inside the muscle ring that kept them tied together.

Valencia let out a long, drawn out gasp before covering her maw with her wing, trying her best to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. She didn't want her farm hands to hear her crying out and come to see her in the middle of a lustful act with a feral gryphon. She clawed at the ground and pushed off with the pads of her feet, feeling his rapidly swelling knot tugging on her vulva from within. She could literally feel his heartbeat in the throbs of the veins on his knot, each one accompanied by a warmth that emanated from deep within her.

She looked down and could see the bulge of his cock tip pressing out against her belly from her womb, only to have it slowly lose definition as he pumped one gooey strand after another of gryphon seed into her.

It was a little disappointing for Valencia, because as soon as Jarell's knot had swelled up inside her, he stopped his thrusting and simply stayed in place, his talon on her back between her shoulders and his beak next to her ear, every exhalation tickling at her fur. He wasn't moving, he wasn't bucking up into her, he wasn't pulling away, and he wasn't doing anything to further the mating tie.

Val tried to pull herself away from him, inteisifying the sensations of his throbbing knot nestled comfortably inside her, a bulge in her lower belly just above the pelvic bone. He still didn't reciprocate. Instead, he slowly pulled his talon from her back and slumped to the side, laying on his flank with one wing up, tugging her pussy-first down with him.

She didn't resist - she couldn't have if she wanted to - so she found herself curled up against his belly, both of them laying on their sides as his knot continued to throb, pulsate, and shoot one strand after another of seed into her.

It was disappointing that they didn't get to keep going, but the pressure that was building up in her felt good, and she wanted Jarell to remain loyal to her, and if that meant letting him dump a load into her from time to time, well, she wouldn't mind. She found herself idly pawing at her own vulva, pressing the barbell that pierced her clit up against the underside of his knot from within. Every gentle shift of her gryphon companion had his knot shifting inside, the stretched flesh that was distended around it amplifying the sensations so a single motion felt like a full thrust or rotation inside her.

The sensations were persistent and amazing, so it wasn't all bad, and certainly not a waste. Her heart was still fluttering knowing that she managed to let Jarell knot and fully tie her; it had been a long time since a proper mating with a fellow canine-avian, and it felt very fulfilling, both physically and mentally.

Jarell was gently preening at her hair, using his long beak to grab one braid at a time and straighten it out before chewing idly at the blue gems at the end. One after another, he flipped her hair over until he'd preened each and every one of them, his talons wrapped around her to keep her in place and hug her from behind. He was truly like a puppy or chick, curious and exploring her body while his knot was buried deep within her.

Valencia had absolutely no idea what she was going to do with him, now. He was a pet, a feral, a wild creature, yet she couldn't release him into the woods. She couldn't bring him with her to the mountain, and he couldn't get rid of him, especially not after bonding like this. She prodded at her own lips and peeled them back to rub at the pierced clit some more as she fantasized about what other things she would like to do to him or have him to do her.

If nothing else, she would love to introduce her new pet to Ilorek, see if Jarell was okay with a male in their lives. Valencia loved Ilorek, so that trust should be evident. And who knows, maybe Ilorek would let Jarell mount him, too!

All sorts of scenarios were swimming through her mind as she laid next to Jarell, tied to him by his knot. Minutes passed, which faded into nearly an hour before she finally felt his knot start to deflate inside her. Tied together for about an hour, her nethers were sore and swollen, but she loved every second of it. He'd long since stopped spewing seed into her, and she could feel the bloat in her womb, but the pressure release would be amazing, followed by the mess.

She noticed he was asleep, so she tried her best to get up and out of the clutches of his talons so she could shift her weight and reposition herself to between his hind legs, the two of them remaining rump to rump like most canines and gryphons would do. With them back to back, she lifted one leg and spun around so she was watching him as she extended her legs, tugging on his knot and forcing her flesh to pry itself wide so that it would be released from her.

As she was gently pulling, Jarell woke back up from his nap and looked up at her with his head cocked to the side, talons folded on his chest. She could feel his knot slowly shrinking inside her at the same time her ring of muscle was slowly loosening to let it out. Her knees were tense, as she was pushing up as hard as she would go, so much so that it was actually lifting his rump end up off the ground. She had to lean against a tree for balance and stability as she felt the lower bulbs of the knot slipping out from inside her, lips distended and flesh stretched out, refusing to let go.

In one popping sensation, her flesh lost its grip of him and the weight of the lupo gryph tugged his knot from her, leaving her gaping open and pouring liters of gryphon cum out and down her inner thighs to splash in a puddle around the base of his tail. His own cock was just coated in a thick layer of fluids from both of them, and the empty feeling in Valencia due to the cock that was no longer swelling inside her made her want a taste. She immediately hopped around so she was staddling his chest, and crouched down to one knee and grabbed his cock, sucking on the tip and licking the shaft feverently.

Jarell saw an opportunity to clean up his mess, and immediately craned his neck downwards, slipping his long, thin beak into her stretched vulva, opening her up gently to lap at the fluids within.

It didn't take long for Jarell's member to be fully cleaned of the cum; the knot deflated to almost nonexistent girth and allowed it to suck itself back up into the sheathe. She gave one final lick of the creamy fluid that had pooled in the end of the sheathe as Jarell lapped up the last of her own fluids.

She focused her energy on her magics enough to close her sex up tight again, leaving only the soaking mess of her inner thighs as proof of her lust. Her heart was still fluttering and her chest was heaving as she rolled off the lupo-gryph to grab the collar.

As soon as Jarell saw what she was doing, he hopped to all fours and panted heavily, beak open with an eager look. He wanted the collar, he wanted to be with Valencia, and she wanted to be with him. There was an unspoken bond made stronger by tying the knot between them; it may not have been marriage, but there was certainly a connection there. Like she was his loving master.

"I'll figure something out, champ." She said as she clasped the collar around his neck. She guided him out of the forest to find him a place in her stable, conceptualizing what she would have to do to convince Ilorek to let her keep him as a pet.