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Luvian fidgeted nervously as he sat at one of the more secluded booths in the club, toying with the empty glass that had once contained the alcohol that now warmed his belly. He…didn’t know why he was here, if he was honest. He’d seen the advertisements about the new nightclub going up for a couple months now, but he’d been reluctant to go for multiple reasons. Being an introvert, not much of a drinker, and against loud sounds, it left him quite the outlier for what was generally imagined when one thought ‘club attendee.’ Still, something had intrigued him about the place, which bore the title of ‘The Gryphon’s Nest.’ It didn’t seem overly crowded, there never seemed to be any lines, or anything, and he never heard thunderous, incoherent music from the door when the bouncer, a hermaphrodite gryphon going by the various swells and dips of their ensemble, opened the door for various visitors.

Today was the day he’d dredged up enough courage to actually enter instead of glance from a distance. Plus, well, the friend he shared a flat with had pretty much outright told him to go (or more exactly, ‘actually try and socialize’), and despite his misgivings, and half-thought plans to just pretend to go, he’d went, tail nearly tucked between his talons and shoulders hunched instinctively as his nerves came to a head. The cover charge hadn’t been enough to make him balk and flee back to the torture of ‘teasing by friend,’ though he’d been slightly uncomfortable when the bouncer had basically dragged him in after a sultry once-over. Luckily he’d had no other such incidents once inside, not with the various wait staff nor the bartender he’d passed on his way to an empty booth. They were all gryphons of various sizes, both feral and anthro. He’d thought the lack of arms would be a hindrance to delivering food and drink, among other things, but apparently they managed well, and the hybrid had seen no reason to bother about that fact, instead taking in the design of the establishment.

The inside of the club was interesting, themed after its name quite well. Dark wood paneling detailed like branches snaked through the various walkways and between booths and tables, snaking up the walls (though transitioning into paint instead of wood upon the change in surface) to form a canopy above. The parts that weren’t ‘branches’ were carpeted a mute green,, which always happened to be where the seating was, though looking at the doors for private rooms and other areas of the club, there seemed to a seasonal theme, with the apparent ‘dancefloor’ area (based on the muted music he could hear behind it) having the multicolored leaves of autumn, and private rooms showing off flowers commonly seen in spring. He didn’t know where winter was, since he assumed he was in the ‘summer’ section, but maybe that was the staff area, or simply not used due to the lack of greenery, or the fact that the white of snow was murder on the eyes when bright lights bounced off of it, probably only worsened by inebriation. Either way, the lights were dim enough (in the current room at least) to provide visibility, another bonus, yet somehow creating the illusion of sunlight streaming through the canopy. Luvian suspected templates in the light fixtures.

That left the seating. Booths like his current location had the appearance of nests, especially the ones in the corners, curved seats and all. It provided the other aspect of the name that general decor hadn’t, colored like twigs and grey down. Though thankfully the seating wasn’t also textured that way, instead being plush yet firm. Stiff enough to provide more stability than a bed, but more giving than cushions over wood seating would provide. The chairs and tables were similar, yet reworked to fit the different furniture. Overall, the club was quite comfortable to be in, though Luvian was still reluctant to truly integrate with the other patrons, nor visit the dancefloor. Too much noise for him, he’d be happy here, wondering if he should ask for another drink while the first dulled his senses....

The wolfbird was startled out of his reverie by a drink being put down in front of him, ice cubes swirling through crimson liquid that shimmered like rubies. “Present from another table, cutie~”

Luvian followed the drink up to the waitress standing next to his booth. She was clearly part owl and snow leopard based on her coloration and the shape of her face, but much of it was hidden behind a rather impressive set of swells barely hidden beneath an icy blue top, only matched by what was barely contained by a set of dark blue shorts. Now red-faced after having suddenly gotten an eye-full of the waitress, the wolfbird mumbled out a thanks as he clutched at the drink, wrapping both paws around the cool glass as he stared into the dark red alcohol within, trying to regain some measure of composure. It was moderately successful, hampered by the strong shot of before. He didn’t know what it’d been called, distracted by the utter size, not to mention skill, of the feral bartender behind the counter, who’d used wings and tail in confident skill to mix his drink and hand it to him. Though he’d been unsure of how to handle how deep amethyst eyes, set among deep blue feathers, stared into his gold. It made him feel small, and yet part of him had felt….wanted. He’d stammered out a thanks, as well as a compliment on the gryphon’s skill, before scurrying back to his booth with tail metaphorically tucked between his legs.

Bracing himself, Luvian sipped from the offered drink, idly wondering what table had decided to try and entice with alcohol while he mulled over the strong, firm flavor it had. While the part of the club he sat in wasn’t overflowing with customers, neither was it empty enough to discern who’d been watching him, especially in the dim light. Gryphon waiters and waitresses of all shapes and sizes were more distracting as they went from table to table, or back into the kitchen for food, not to mention the various guests. Usually there seemed to be at least one other gryphonic shape at every occupied location, and those who deviated tended to be snuggled up against their partner. It made the wolfbird contemplate just why the bouncer had basically shoved him through the entryway, unless there was some sort of ‘companion’ system in place he was unaware of, that every other visitor that didn’t have avian ancestry was taking part in. Not to mention just where the area had been hiding all of them. He’d not realized this many gryphons lived close enough to feel comfortable working at the establishment, or being a patron. Maybe they got discounts or something. The wolfbird mused over the conundrum as he nursed the gifted beverage, letting the seat pattern opposite him blur as the intoxicating depressant told hold.

Luvian began letting the world drift… music swirling and muddling as he tipped from ‘buzzed’ into ‘mildly drunk,’ slumping forward onto the table. While he began toying with his empty glasses, batting them between his paws or twisting them to watch the light refract off the remaining drops of alcohol or the glass itself. Meanwhile his wings began to unfold slightly as though he was going to attempt to fly, grey fur and brick-red feathers ruffling as a similarly hued and feathered tail flicked as though directing the hybrid through the air. Only to be stopped by both the wall on one side, and a passing waiter on the other. The waiter, who’d in some circles would likely be described as a ‘hunk,’ or some other similar term, gave an amused once-over of the drunk wolfbird while he gently tucked both wings back in, taking the glasses once he’d finished. The loss of his ‘toys’ made the hybrid let out a whine, head falling onto one side in order to look up at the gryphon. The offending waiter merely chuckled and patted Luvian on the cheek, before standing upright and looking over at the bartender.

“Got another one who can’t handle a Gryphon’s Stare, Dionysus! Gonna stop handing those out yet?”

The ironically named bartender would probably roll his eyes if he had the ability to, throwing together another drink with his dextrous tail as he retorted, “It’s supposed to knock them on their ass, Nunan. I gave it that name on purpose. Besides, he didn’t order it, he just had an ‘Aerie.’ Strong, but would only knock out somebody like that if they were a fledgling.”

As they talked, the owl-gryphon waitress from before, having just delivered another customer some food (and threatened the bouncer on another, leering one) turned and saw the drunk wolfbird they were discussing. Bouncing over (in more ways than one) to coo over the hybrid, she patted him on the cheek as well, giggling as a furry grey arm sluggishly batted at the offending talons. “Awww…cute even when drunk!” Looking up to the duo, she ignored the now outright laughing Nunan to look at the feral gryphon behind the counter.

“Oh, our table of jokers ordered him one on their tab. Honestly if I’d known he’d had an Aerie as well I’d not have given him the ‘Stare, Dion.”

“It’s Dionysus, Pearl. I know my parents were either unimaginative or trying to force me into something alcohol related but please use my full name.”

“Nah, too much of a mouthful.”

Nunan chimed in at that point, “Have you tried swallowing?”

“HEY! No innuendos from the peanut gallery!”

“How about outright depravity?”

The purple-feathered gryphon cut them off before they could get really going, though all three had the sparkle of mirth in their eyes that came from friends lightly mocking each other. “So our troublemaking DJs decided for some fun on their break?”

Pearl sighed, claws on hips as she glanced at the closed door leading to the dance floor. “Right in one.”

A thump led all three to turn and find the drunk wolfbird had slid off the table and was now sprawled over the booth, muzzle smooshed into the crack between the seat and the back.

Nunan started laughing again.

Sighing, Dionysus gestured with a wing, “Nunan, compose yourself for at least a bit longer before we close for the night, it’s almost one in the morning. Go and let Ember know the resident goofballs sloshed another customer.”

He saw the coming comment from a mile away, “And not in that way, you gutter-dweller.”

“Hah” Pearl stuck her tongue out at Nunan. “You get the fun job.”

“Pearl, take the poor guy to the back and let him sleep it off. We’ll find out if he’s in the mood for recompense when he’s up and coherent tomorrow.”

“Hopefully the good kind.”

“We already have Nunan in the gutter, it’s not gonna fit two.”

“Aww…..”

The owl-hybrid scooped up the drunk wolfbird, cooing as he looked dazedly up at her and chirped quietly. Both males sighed as their friend immediately tucked him closer to her barely decent body with a loud declaration of “We’re keeping him.” thrown over her shoulder as she made her way into the back. “I’ll deal with that, Nunan. Go get the duo in trouble again.”

“Yeah, yeah…see you later Dionsyus.”

“Night, Nunan.”

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When Luvian awoke, he immediately wanted to whine and stuff his face under a pillow after several various pain medications. His head hurt, and he suspected the only reason his eyes weren’t was the near lack of light present. Groaning, he categorized what he felt could be safely categorized in a list of ‘firsts’ for him. Namely, ‘first hangover.’

If he had his way, there would be no repeat. Like other firsts, such as ‘first mid-air collision’ and ‘first broken wing,’ this experience also was included in the list of ‘never again.’ Hopefully, unlike some entries in the latter, it would not get added to the painful list of ‘fuck it happened again.’

The wolfbird began to slowly, painstakingly categorize his condition, despite the pain. Sensitivity jacked up? Check. Nausea? Check, though not bad enough to be a problem if he was careful. A few other things on top of that, but it was the dry throat that made him try to sit up. A suddenly spinning vision had him reverse course and cover his eyes.

“Oh, he’s awake!”

The cheerful chirp made him want to cry from how it boomed in his ears. He whimpered instead, and was rewarded by a quieter, male voice. “Shhh, take it easy. Luvian, yeah? We checked your ID after bringing you to the back to recover.”

A feather-light (literally, based on the feeling) touch of what almost felt like a wing was pressed against the back of his head. As it began to gently rub, the hybrid couldn’t help but lean into it as it somehow lessened his headache. A soft coo made the wolfbird blush under the arm thrown across his muzzle, but the relief was more than enough to make him push past the embarrassment and continue to enjoy the feeling. Eventually the hybrid felt comfortable enough to slowly lower his arm, and found himself looking at both the bartender and the waitress. Though looking at the bartender now, he could somewhat see why the feral gryphon hadn’t seemed willing to sit on his haunches and use the talons of his forelimbs, as it would have likely made him topple over due to the size of his ‘equipment.’ Not enough for any sort of designation as true ‘hyper’ (that likely would have required him to be either anthropomorphic in shape, or have parts drag against the floor) but definitely impressive to Luvian’s hung-over, fuzzy brain.

Hoping his blush wasn’t noticeable in the dim light, especially when he noticed the soft wing that had just now left his head was the wing of the bartender, the wolfbird looked between the two, before quietly croaking out, “....water?”

The waitress giggled softly and patted something hard to his left. It was a wood table that held some water and a few crackers to settle his stomach. The quite dead joke of ‘Polly want a cracker’ (deemed to have been pecked to death by multiple annoyed avians) was, rightly, unspoken and unreferenced. Luvian began to nibble his way through a cracker between sips of water as he looked back at the two. At which the bartender began to speak.

“So I’m Dionysus, and the waitress here is Pearl. You remember what happened?”

Luvian blinked. “I….got too drunk?”

The ocean blue gryphon nodded, beak curved into a frown. “Partially correct.” Sighing, he continued. “Our DJs, Para and Keet, were on a break, and decided to order you one of the strongest drinks we have on offer here. One we generally limit to those who haven’t drank anything yet, or have a feral constitution. Pearl, not knowing you’d already had something, delivered it. Another waiter noticed you insensate at your table and alerted us. We brought you back here to recover while we waited for your partner.”

The wolfbird, confused, tilted his head. “Partner?”

Dionysus looked stunned, and shared a look with Pearl. “The Gryphon’s Nest is, as you likely guessed from the theme, styled after our nests before society advanced enough for actual structures like this one. It’s to let gryphons of all shapes and sizes (Pearl snorted at that, before shrinking back as amethyst eyes turned to look at her) enjoy themselves, including those that find themselves in a relationship with one. I started it a bit ago, and paid some mages to connect us to other locations so those not nearby could still enjoy our drinks, music, and company. Are you saying you came alone?”

Eyes wide now, Luvian nodded, as he realized several things. Namely, he was in front of the owner, and that he’d somehow gotten in even though it was an exclusive club that he shouldn’t have been allowed to enter. Shrinking back from the gryphon’s suddenly quite predatory stare, he felt the nausea swell as he whispered. “The….the bouncer kinda dragged me in without giving me any rules. I didn’t feel comfortable immediately trying to exit and get by her so I decided to have a drink or two, some food, and then leave. I’m sorry!”

“Shhhh….”

Pearl had bounced forward as she saw his rising panic, smushing Luvian against her and cutting him off. His vision white with feathers and soft flesh smothering his face, the hybrid had no choice but to stop, whimpering, as he closed his eyes and waited to be told off. Instead, he heard the feral gryphon quietly mutter (or maybe loudly? He couldn’t tell with an owl-gryph on him),

“Dammit, Iris….. Pearl, let him breathe.”

With a disappointed noise, the waitress listened, letting the heavily blushing, hungover wolfbird slump back into the couch, head ducked as he nervously waited to be told off for breaking the rules. There were a few moments of silence, before heavy steps approached him once again. A set of foreclaws under his jaw made him lift his head back up, and he found himself looking into Dionysus’ eyes once again. Only the lack of space and the firm grip of the talons kept him from jerking back in fear, though he couldn’t help but whine.

“Shh, little wolfbird, I’m not mad, just wondering how you got in. You didn’t do anything wrong….”

The blue gryphon’s voice was deep, vibrating in his bones due to the closeness. Despite it, his headache seemed to lessen, aided by the food and water in his belly. Still, Luvian was nervous as he could be, tail wrapping around one leg in apprehension even as Dionysus moved closer, closer, quietly tilting the smaller hybrid’s head down as he pressed his feathered face against Luvian’s. Leaving the wolfbird unable to see anything but that glittering purple stare, demanding he submit, that he answer what the gryphon might ask.

“Now….what’s your name? How did you find out we existed?”

“Luvian… saw the entrance before, but didn’t want to enter…..don’t…like crowds…”

Outside of the wolfbird’s vision, the deep blue gryphon began to grin.

“What changed your mind, little hybrid?”

“Friend basically demanded I go out for once… this was the only place I knew.”

Amethyst eyes glinted, staring deeper, drawing out darker secrets, ones buried under layers of peer pressure, years of conformity and nerves and so many other things it took a few minutes for Dionysus to ask what he already suspected.

“And… that was the only reason, little hybrid?”

“NNnnnn….”

“Speak up, Luvian~”

“Nnnnooooo….”

Even with the intimidating, commanding presence those predatory eyes had, so almost like hypnosis, the wolfbird blushed and nearly bit off his answer, groaning as his eyes rolled back slightly. Unable to resist as the gryphon gripped tightly, keeping him firmly in place.

“And the other reason?”

“I… I…”

“Answer.”

“I…like gryphons, sir…”

Luvian’s jaw was finally released, the wolfbird collapsing back onto the couch, panting harshly like he’d just completed hard labor, chest rising and falling as his unfocused eyes stared up at the gryphon that now loomed over him. One who reached out with that same set of talons that had so recently held the hybrid to pat him on the head.

“Good boy.”

The hybrid whined, face so red it looked almost like his fur itself was changing color, before hiding it all as he buried his muzzle under his paws. For his trouble, he got a sharply hooked beak pressing back against him, while his ears heard the sounds of footsteps from elsewhere in the room. Pearl, hopefully leaving him to his mortification, though if the current trend of ‘embarrass the wolfbird’ held out, probably not.

“Now now, no reason to be ashamed, my little wolfbird. In fact, I think that’s why our bouncer let you in. She knew what you wanted. What you needed.”

He slid closer, beak closer to Luvian’s ears. “In fact. I think you deserve a job here, hmmm? Help my employees and I relax? You get what you came looking for~”

There was a small flash of anger, tempered by mortification, “I… I’m not a-”

“Slut? Whore? Oh no, you most certainly are not, and wouldn’t be. You won’t earn money from pleasuring random people. You’ll earn it by pleasuring us. By being our…little…hen.”

Pearl was behind the wolfbird now, he could tell quite easily by fact her hefty, clothed bulge was grinding against the back of his head, making him stutter and whimper, unable to concentrate as Dionysus continued to stare into his eyes, dominating his will, battering down his nerves and reservations through pure will alone, before the hybrid slumped, face coming to rest against the soft blue feathers as he let go. “Hhhhh….”

“I shall take that as a yes. We’ll have to train you to better speak with us while we tease, though it’s also quite adorable... Now, I’ll give you a few days to meet my regular staff and move in, you’ll have a lovely little room to occupy. Though…”

Here he licked his beak, “I think some nights I may just leave you beneath me as I fuck you to sleep. Now there’s a cute little idea for you…”

Luvian gurgled in utter mortification, ears flat in embarrassment even as his mind became awash in lustful daydreams. He got patted on the head again in response.

“Now, since I don’t trust you to make it home safely with that nasty hangover, little pet, I expect you to lay down and recover for the day. I’ll leave Pearl here to make sure you stay….mobile, as I spread the news of our new employee. Despite her wants, I trust her to understand your need to acclimate before you take her as your first…client.”

“Don’t worry,” The gryphoness in question whispered in his free ear. “I’ll go reaaaally gentle when it comes time to stuffing you.”

Luvian could only squeak as she giggled, nibbling at his ear before pushing him back into laying on the couch. She came around to the front as Dionysus left with a call of “Play nice!” His tail wrapped around the handle as he did, pulling it shut. Leaving him alone with the horny, voluptuous owl-gryphon. Her amber eyes glinted in the low light. Mouth dry, Luvian pressed himself into the back cushions, his hungover, confused mind likening her to some sort of succubus as Pearl crawled onto the couch, claws on either side of his head, breasts swaying before his face. At some point she’d removed her top, and now the feathery orbs were unhindered and dangerously close to his muzzle.

“Now hold still, cutie.” She crooned, her lower half lining up as she spoke, only continuing once her legs straddled his. “This is just to keep you nice and safe from any plots of my fellow coworkers while you rest.”

She lowered herself down, until feathers brushed against his cheeks. “And it gives you a taste of what’s to come, my sweet little pet.”

And with that, her weight fell on him completely, encompassing his head in her near-motherly shape, the rest of him smothered in near equal amounts. Completely hidden from the world as she moaned and ground her nether region against his, showing off the complete size difference between them. Luvian could only blush and wiggle, until she snuck an arm and leg about him and pinned his body tightly against her. Muffled words accompanied it, but he couldn’t hear outside of thick feathers and hefty breastflesh. Drowned out by her steady, strong heart thumping behind her breastbone. Soon the lewdness of it fell away as he fell back into sleep, and he sighed and relaxed into the embrace, arms wrapping around her quietly as he let out a happy, sleepy peep, before falling back into the nothingness of slumber.