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As Nick raised his paw to knock, Curtis grabbed his shoulder. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. His boyfriend hesitated a moment, then nodded his head firmly. “I’m sure.” Curtis took his paw off the weasel as his unlikely lover knocked on the door to his parent’s house. The gryphon was of course nervous about meeting the potential in-laws simply because they were dating, but that was only half the problem. The other half… His ears swiveled toward the door as he heard small, quiet footsteps coming toward them. Two locks were undone, and then a small crack appeared to the side. Curtis’ sharp golden eyes saw the slim figure of another weasel - Jessica, his boyfriend’s mom. Her eyes saw her son and lit up, and then they saw him. Nick and Curtis made quite a pair. Although their colorings were similar, the weasel’s reddish orange fur changed sharply to his white belly fur. By contrast, the gryphon’s white head feathers blended smoothly to a russet color before giving way to light brown fur on his leonine lower body. Color was usually noticed after their large size difference though. Curtis stood nearly eight feet tall, with wings that could reach over twice that when fully spread. Nick managed a gangly six and a half feet, although his whole body was about as thick as the gryphon's thigh. Curtis could see his mother was even smaller and shorter. So Curtis tried to forgive her startled squeak when she saw him. Truly, he understood. It was why he wasn’t totally onboard with meeting the parents, but Nick wanted to make things official. “Oh! I’m sorry, I just… Uh, would you like to come in?” she asked. She still hadn’t opened the door more than a crack. “That was the plan,” Nick reminded her. He gently but firmly put his paw on the door and opened it the rest of the way. His mom stepped back as Curtis ducked his head and squeezed his wings through behind his boyfriend. Once inside, he could stand upright, although his feathers brushed the ceiling with every step. Inside, the home was nicely furnished and lit with a warm glow from a fireplace to the right. Two couches sat on a rug in front of it, with a coffee table holding some board games and a tall lamp providing more light. A dining table stood on the left, and winter decorations helped liven everything up. Steps up to the second floor were right next to the doorway into the kitchen. It would have been downright cozy even with the slightly shrunken proportions to the gryphon if it wasn't for the two weasels staring at him with barely concealed terror. He tried to keep his beak fixed without making any threatening expressions as Nick made introductions. “Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend Curtis! Curtis, this is my mom, Jessica, and my dad, Liam.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Curtis said. He tried to remember his boyfriend’s advice to deepen his voice from its normal tone. Apparently the high-pitched screech of a hunting eagle wasn’t pleasant to weasels. Who would have guessed? He extended a taloned paw to the pair, making sure he angled them away slightly. At the sound of his voice, there was a thumping noise from the ceiling. Curtis’ eyes flicked up, but nobody else reacted. There was an awkward pause before the father stepped forward and tentatively shook with him. Curtis dwarfed the man. Apparently Nick hadn’t gotten his height from his parents, although Liam was perhaps a little thicker round the middle than his son. “It’s nice to uh… that is, its a pleasure…” the weasel stammered.’ “Let’s just address the predator in the room, eh?” Curtis tried joking. “I appreciate you inviting me in as a pretty big gesture of trust already.” “Of course,” Liam said. He tried to chuckle and turned it into a cough when it didn’t work. “Please excuse us, its just a little -” “Overwhelming,” Jessica finished. She seemed to be regaining some equilibrium, or at least acting like it. “Please, have a seat.” She gestured towards the couches. Curtis shook his head, but Nick spoke first. “He can’t, mom, he’ll break them. He’s fine on the floor though.” The gryphon nodded. The twin expressions of indignation on the weasel’s faces were so genuine for once that Curtis couldn’t help his eyes brightening back. It felt good not having to pretend. “A guest sitting on the floor?” Jessica said. “Really, I don’t mind,” Curtis interrupted. “I already had to buy Nick a new sofa after I sat on the one in his apartment.” And a new bed, for reasons not entirely due to his weight, but the parents didn’t need to know that. They looked at each other and finally shrugged. “Well, if you’re sure, I suppose it makes sense,” Jessica said. From overhead there was another thumping noise, like someone moving around upstairs. Curtis glanced at his boyfriend. As the four of them filed over to the fireplace, Nick caught the look and asked his parents “Uncle Jerry didn’t feel like coming down?” His tone of voice was hopeful. Curtis had never heard of an Uncle Jerry before this - he wondered why the weasel hadn’t mentioned it. “No, he said - well, he was a little nervous about meeting your boyfriend,” Nick’s mom said. “He may not come down tonight.” “Well that’s a relief,” Nick muttered. Curtis’ tail flicked side to side. He hated seeing his boyfriend distressed, although he didn’t know how to broach the subject of this uncle. The side of the rug facing the kitchen door was open, so Curtis settled down there and let his wings relax a little to either side. Nick sat on his right, with his parents on the other couch facing the gryphon. “So, Nick tells us you work as a surveyor?” Liam started. Curtis noticed the two of them sat very close together, and perched slightly forward on the edge of the couch. Not quite so relaxed, but they were trying. “Yup. It gives me a great excuse to fly regularly, although most of the time I still have to walk around and place markers and get more accurate measurements.” “He’s a great flyer,” Nick added. He sounded so proud, and it made the gryphon’s chest warm. “Curtis raced back in college, and they send him out to the farthest sites since he’s the fastest.” “Which is a curse,” Curtis grumbled. “Flying isn’t much fun when I’ve got to go three hours in one direction during winter.” “I never thought about the cold up there,” Jessica said. “Doesn’t your fur help? It looks thick, thicker than ours at least.” She plucked at the red-orange covering her arm. “Not as much as you’d think. The feathers are actually better for that. We’re not really meant to live so far north.” “It is really cold once you get up high even in the summer though,” Nick added. “I need a ski mask no matter the time of year.” He might as well have admitted to a crime. Both parents stared at him in shock. “You mean you go up in the air with him?!” his mother cried. Liam just shook his head and shot a worried glance at Curtis. Nick frowned and looked guiltily at Curtis. “I mean, yeah. Who wouldn’t want to fly?” They sat there for a second before Liam tried “Well, its a bit of uh, thing, you know, with birds and weasels.” He looked at Curtis again with a frown. “No offense.” The gryphon sighed as Nick started arguing with his parents. It still gave Curtis a warm feeling that his boyfriend defended him, but the overlapping voices started a headache in his skull. “You told me you wouldn’t say stuff like this!” “How are we supposed to sit here while a predator snatches you into the air?” “He’s not hunting me! We go on trips, dad! He drops me off at work some mornings, is that a problem?” “This isn’t safe -” “I made this decision on my own.” “You aren’t thinking clearly and its our job to tell you that we’re worried -” “Alright, enough.” The three weasels stopped mid-argument and looked at him, surprised. “Guess we didn’t clear this up enough earlier. I’m a predator,” he said, pointing a talon at himself. “And weasels are prey, at least to people my size.” He pointed at the three of them. Jessica opened her mouth, but he continued before she could say anything. “I’m not going to eat any of you. I’m especially not going to eat my boyfriend, obviously, and we’ve been together over a year now so hopefully you believe me when I say that. And I’m definitely not going to eat anybody my boyfriend cares about, and I can tell you two that definitely includes you. He talks about you all the time, and its even mostly complimentary. So let's get past that, and figure out what else to talk about.” They were silent for a moment, before Jessica said quietly “This is important to us, Curtis,” He was very glad she’d used his name for the first time, if nothing else. “We want what’s best for our son, and we’re not sure a relationship with a predator fits that.” Liam nodded next to her. The gryphon was actually impressed. It took a lot of guts to say that right to the face of somebody who could devour you whole. Made sense that Nick cared about his folks if they cared about him so much. “Why not?” Nick asked stubbornly. Curtis couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that, which was a mistake because the dad saw it. “Even your boyfriend rolled his eyes, Nick. Why not? Because he could eat you! And even if,” he said more loudly, cutting off the gryphon’s protest. “Even if he means what he says about not ever doing that, what if you two break up? What if he can’t find anything else to eat one day? What if he hurts you accidentally, since he’s practically four times your weight?” “Closer to eight,” Curtis muttered. “Not helping,” Nick snapped at him. “Well?” Liam demanded. “Well what?” the younger weasel replied. “You think I haven’t thought about any of that? You think we haven’t talked about it? That’s life, dad. I go out with friends without Curtis sometimes, or go to work by myself, or run errands. Maybe I’ll get snapped up then anyway.” Curtis shifted uncomfortably. He really didn’t like thinking about this, but there wasn’t a way he could protect his boyfriend all the time. “So we’re supposed to just not bother trying since we can’t solve every problem?” his mother retorted. “Maybe something bad happens someday, but having him in your life like this doesn’t improve your chances.” “It does, mom. Nobody touches me with Curtis around. Predators know him, and they know me. If you’re worried about protecting me, you should be glad I’m dating a gryphon. I know its not easy, and its not conventional, but try and see it our way, please?” the weasel asked. The fire crackled merrily as the four of them sat in tense quiet for a minute. Tears glistened in Jessica’s eyes as she looked at her son, and occasionally at the gryphon in her house. Liam’s face was blank. This was pretty much everything Curtis had expected, although honestly he had thought they might have just not let him into the house. Conceptually, he agreed with Nick’s parents - the weasel probably shouldn’t be dating him. But Nick made him better, and he was happier with him, and the weasel’s face when Curtis had first taken him flying… it hurt Curtis to see his boyfriend looking so anxious and nervous there on the couch. He wanted to grab him and fold him inside his wings, keep him close, protect him. “You’re either a good actor, or you really do love him,” Liam’s voice said. Curtis looked back at the weasel to find him watching. “I’ll admit I’m not the best at reading avian expressions, but it doesn’t look like hunger,” he added wryly. Turning towards his wife, he grabbed her paws. “We’ve got to let them give it a shot.” She managed a small laugh. “What were we ever going to do to stop them?” She looked at Nick. “Either of them. You got your grandpa’s height and his stubbornness, you know.” Slowly Nick smiled, and Curtis’ throat closed up a little as the weasel got up and hugged his parents. The gryphon tried to blink a tear away, brushing it aside with a talon as he looked to the side. “I told you he’s a big softie,” Nick said, and Curtis turned back to see the family looking at him. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, must have been the smoke from the fire.” “Of course,” Liam said. His tone had a new warmth to it. “Just… If nothing else, please promise me you won’t drop him when you’re flying.” Jessica asked. Curtis raised an eyeridge at his boyfriend. Nick coughed into his paw as he sat back on the couch. “Well, that’s kinda the fun part, mom. It’s like skydiving.” Liam sighed and put his head in his paws while Jessica’s eyes bulged. “You go skydiving off a gryphon?!” “It’s totally safe mom -” “Under no circumstances is that safe!!!” “I promise I’ll never do anything Nick is uncomfortable with, and I’ll always catch him,” Curtis said loudly. “Until the one time you miss,” she snapped. Curtis grimaced and spread his wings in a shrug. He didn’t think she’d want to hear ‘I won’t miss’. Over his head there were more noises as the unseen uncle shifted, possibly in response to Jessica’s yelling. “Ok, can we talk about some things you do together that aren’t life threatening?” Liam asked his son. “Watch movies and tv, go hiking, play video games, go to the bar, play board games,” Nick rattled off. “Curtis loves my paintings, and while I paint he’ll write stories or read books.” “What do you read, Curtis?” Liam asked. The weasel was clearly trying to steer the conversation back to safer waters. “Mostly sci-fi and fantasy, although Nick has gotten me to read some more horror fantasy or… I don’t even know what genre that one book with the spiders was?” “Surrealist comedy fantasy,” Nick replied. “That’s not a real genre.” A beeping noise filled the room, and Liam popped up from the couch. “Whoops, that's dinner. Give me five minutes,” he finished, walking past Curtis into the kitchen. “Nick told us a salad with any kind of vinaigrette for you?” Jessica asked. Her tone made it several questions at once. “Salad would be great,” Curtis said. “Its pretty important to get my vegetables and fiber in regularly.” “Dad’s got a great raspberry vinaigrette,” Nick added. “You’ll love it.” “Nick told me you’re a big reader too?” Curtis asked her. “Whenever I have time. I’m still working through my backlog from last year.” Her clipped answers and tone made it clear she had not forgotten their earlier topic, but she let herself be diverted. “And then Nick got me another book to read. I’ll never finish at this rate” “Isn’t that the fun part though?” Curtis asked. “There’s so much out there to explore you can never be bored.” She nodded her head, but said “True, although sometimes the feeling that I’ll never read it all leaves me sort of melancholy. Like I’ll miss something great because I don’t have the time.” The gryphon nodded to that as well. “You are missing something great! You really should give This Book is Full of Spiders a chance,” Nick replied. “No way! That first one was so weird and disturbing.” “The second one is a little better. The author just needed to make a name on the first one, you know? Tell her Curtis.” Curtis shook his head, glancing at his boyfriend. “I didn’t mind it, but I don’t think its any less crazy than the first one. You just got used to it.” “See? He agrees with me,” Jessice replied. And thank goodness for that, Curtis thought. The more he could convince the weasel he was truly on her side, the better it would be for all of them, especially Nick. “Dinner’s ready!” Liam called from the kitchen. He came through and started placing things on the dining table. The three of them got up, Curtis being careful not to bang his head. At the same time, more noise came from above, somebody walking across their room. Jessica tensed, her eyes watching the ceiling. The pawsteps stopped, and didn’t continue. She relaxed, gesturing Nick and Curtis forward. The gryphon could see his boyfriend wore a similar expression of relief. As they crossed the room, Curtis leaned down - it was quite a ways for him - and whispered “What’s up with this Uncle Jerry? You both looked terrified he’d come downstairs.” Both parents glanced over. He wasn’t great at whispering. Nick looked uncomfortable as they sat down. Liam had pulled a chair away from one side of the table for Curtis to sit at, which he did with a grateful look at the weasel. Sometimes Curtis wished he could smile properly like pure mammals, or even make some more expressions at all, but beaks were not so versatile. Liam responded before Nick could. “Jerry is… well I only made enough for four, and he had said he wouldn’t be down, so…” Curtis looked at the table with two loaves of fresh bread, a massive salad bowl, jugs of dressings, and various salad accoutrements, then back up at Liam. The gryphon could see the flush through his orange-red fur. “Jerry is a no-good jackass who I don’t want in my house,” Jessica said as she sat down and grabbed a plate. Nick and Liam tensed, and then sighed together. “He’s my brother-in-law,” Liam clarified. “When my sister… well, a predator got her.” He glanced at Curtis, and then quickly looked away. “He didn’t have anywhere to go, and we took him in. But he’s been less than friendly since -” “He’s been a jackass, just like he was before Alison married him, and you know it,” Jessica said again in that no nonsense voice. She offered a bowl of salad to Curtis and he took it delicately, trying to maneuver the little tongs between his talons. Nick took pity on him and grabbed the utensils, giving him a generous portion. “So, why do you still let him live here?” Curtis asked, focusing now on the jug of vinaigrette. Liam sighed, twiddling his fork without eating. “He’s got squatter rights. I’d have to formally evict him at this point, and with no job and nowhere to go, he’d be homeless. I’m sure you know what happens to them.” Curtis definitely did. Truth was, finding prey without a home was the easiest way to score a meal he knew, and he’d had his share before. “And so what? No more than he deserves,” Jessica replied. “He eats our food, doesn’t clean up after himself, and never leaves the damn house.” She took a drink of water to calm herself, but it didn’t do much. She banged her glass on the table as she finished drinking. “And how many times has he hit you?” Nick and Curtis tensed. “Dad, he’s been hitting you?” Liam hesitated, seeming about to say no, before he slowly nodded. Nick stood suddenly, his chair screeching on the floor. “That’s it. I’m gonna -” “Gonna what, fag?” The noises of dinner must have covered the sound of Jerry coming downstairs. Curtis saw him standing at the foot of the steps as the rest of the family looked over. This weasel was still shorter than Nick, but he had a thicker build with more muscle. Curtis despised him on sight. “You told me he was dating a predator, but you never mentioned they were male! So you’re a little pillow-biter, Nicky-Nick?” The weasel swaggered towards the table. Nick’s paws were clenched, and Liam had half risen from his own chair. “Go back upstairs, Jerry,” he said. “I will. Just needed some food,” Jerry replied. “Honestly, I figured you all would be food by now.” He glanced at Curtis. “But I guess he really is a tame cocksucker.” Curtis felt his beak crack open, his wings lift. Wood splintered underneath his leonine claws. Jerry paused at that. His eyes showed fear. Good. “Hey, why the hell did you invite him in?” he demanded. “Because he’s our guest,” Jessica replied. Ice practically fell from her words. “And what am I, then? No say in who comes in? We’ll talk about that later, Li,” the weasel said. He looked at Liam, who flinched slightly. Nick moved, rounding the table to run at his uncle, and Curtis had to extend a wing to block him. Jerry laughed. “Never thought I’d see the day. I knew you were a kiss-up daddy’s boy, but you must be a world class bitch to have this guy fighting for you.” Despite the bravado, Jerry backed up a step when Curtis stood, looming over him even ten feet away. “Fighting?” Curtis asked quietly. “What I’d do to you wouldn’t be called fighting. How about you get the fuck out of here before you make me do something you’re gonna regret.” The weasel wilted. He took another step back, tail lowering, turning away. And as he turned, he locked eyes with Liam. Curtis could see the weasel’s expression twist into something angry, something scared, something… else. And then he was walking back towards the steps. Over his shoulder he said “Don’t mind me. I’ll come down for dinner later and chat with Liam. He can tell me all about you two lovebirds.” The four of them at the table watched Jerry climb the steps out of sight. Slowly the parents relaxed, and Nick slumped. Curtis enveloped him in a hug, wings moving from blocking him to folding him inside the gryphon’s embrace. And Nick whispered within those wings, so quietly even the predator could barely hear him, “If he touches my dad again, or my mom, I’ll kill him.” Curtis couldn’t whisper back, and besides, what could he say? He wanted to kill the little weasel himself. He just squeezed his boyfriend once. Sometimes he had to be careful hugging his boyfriend, but right then he held him tight, and even though Nick grunted he hugged back just as fiercely. Then they separated. “Sorry about my language, and uh, threatening your brother-in-law,” Curtis managed to say as he lowered himself back to the floor. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Curtis. If anything, I should be apologizing to you. I didn’t intend for you to meet him.” “Hell, I’ll say thanks for standing up to him,” Jessica said. “Made me feel all better watching him shrink like that.” “Dad, you can’t live like this,” Nick started. “I saw how he looked at you, at the end there. What’s he gonna do tomorrow?” “What am I supposed to do?” Liam demanded. “You want me to fight back and get my arm broken? We already called the police once, and that didn’t help.” Nick looked shocked, and Curtis blinked rapidly. The police were basically all predators. Calling them into a family disagreement between prey made it a miracle nobody had been eaten. “Jerry backed off a little after that, but he knows we don’t want to call them again either. I almost wish…” He flicked his eyes up to Curtis, and then away without finishing his thought. The gryphon’s eyes narrowed. “Well, why not?” Jessica asked. She reached over and pushed her husband’s shoulder. “I’m not thrilled about it either, but he seems nice. Even if he does drop my son from who knows how high.” “More like I jump than he drops me mom. What are you talking about?” Nick asked. Liam looked up at Curtis again, and Jessica did too after a moment. He could see them weighing him, see the fear still in their eyes despite their best efforts. But their fearful body language was gone, or at least under control. That was something. “Why are you looking at Curtis?” “I’m not so sure about this,” Curtis said, speaking to the older weasels. Nick looked at him in confusion. “I told you I’m not interested in eating anybody Nick cares about.” His boyfriend’s mouth dropped open, and he turned back to his parents. “Do you care about Uncle Jerry, Nick?” his mom asked. Nick shook his head. “You can’t be serious. You guys, of all people, are asking a predator to…” “Do you care about him?” she insisted. The weasel looked at his plate for a moment, then looked up at his parents. “He’s worse than he used to be. What he said tonight, what he did to you, dad, I only care about him getting what he deserves.” All three weasels looked at Curtis then. “Be very careful what you ask for,” he told them. “I’m serious about my conviction to Nick. If this changes how you see me, makes you more afraid, I can’t help that. But I won’t stop seeing him until he tells me no.” “And I’m not gonna,” his boyfriend said, reaching a paw over to rest on Curtis’ talons. “I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me nervous,” Jessica said. “And I don’t know that I’ll ever be comfortable with you around my son, Curtis. I hope you understand, and maybe it won’t always be true. But this would be a favor, honestly. And I’d be very grateful.” Curtis turned his head to look at Liam. He didn’t want to, but he made himself look like a predator would. He focused, stretching his neck a little, narrowing his eyes, spreading his wings slightly. The weasel didn’t blink. “Please.” Curtis sighed, slumping onto the floor. Nick got up and came around again to put a paw on his shoulder. “You really don’t have to, Curtis. Maybe you could just, I don’t know, frighten him a little more?” The gryphon shook his head. “That only works as long as I’m around, as long as he believes I’d do what I threatened. If I go up there,” his eyes darted to the ceiling “and I walk out again he’s gonna believe I’m bluffing. I’ve seen his type before. Pretty common with predators. Bullies who don’t respect anything because all they have is punching down.” “Still, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” “Want to?” Curtis exclaimed. “Of course I want to. Please understand,” he glanced at Jessica. “I am what I am. I definitely want to. But I won’t unless you ask me, and you mean it. Directly,” he finished, staring at the parents. They looked at each other one more time, and then Liam turned back to the gryphon. “He’s… he’s a piece of shit, and he’s making my life a living hell. If you eat him, I think I’m busting out some good wine tonight.” “Please go eat him,” Jessica said. “Wow, I did not love the way that sounded. Never thought I’d say it. But I meant it,” she finished. Curtis’ stomach rumbled. All of them there heard it. Instinctively Jessica and Liam flinched back, not quite as brave as they seemed, but they had asked. Nick was far more used to it. Curtis caught a glimpse of a smile on his boyfriend's face. He settled his expression as Curtis stood. “Well, no use putting it off then. Do you have earplugs?” he asked. Both weasels looked taken aback. “Uh, maybe? In the garage?” Liam stammered. “You’re gonna want to grab those,” Curtis said. “I don’t do things halfway. And however else you feel, you do not want to hear this.” “You’re probably right,” Jessica said faintly. She stood, a little unsteadily, and Liam got up and passed her out into the kitchen towards the garage. Curtis went towards the stairs, feeling his belly growl again, and saliva filling his beak. He took the first step, when Jessica spoke again. “Nick?” Curtis looked over his shoulder. His boyfriend was right behind him, looking at his mom. “What… where are you going?” He sighed. “Look mom, lets just say this won’t be my first time.” A mirthless grin filled his face. “And I want to see his expression.” Jessica looked about to faint. Her lips moved, trying to protest her son going into a room with a hungry predator, but she couldn’t manage to say anything. “Come on,” Curtis said. “She won’t believe until we come back down later.” Nick nodded, and they climbed the stairs. Each one groaned under the massive weight of the gryphon. He made sure to step near the edges, with the most support. Once at the top, he managed to squeeze himself to the side a bit to allow Nick past him. Silently, the weasel went to the second door on the right and stood by it with a paw on the doorknob. Curtis moved up next to him and nodded. Nick pushed the door open and went inside first, Curtis ducking through and turning sideways to fit his wings. The place was a mess. A single bed in the back left corner was half made, wrappers littered the floor, cables spread everywhere. Jerry was reclining in a chair at a desk on the right side of the room, engrossed in his computer screen and wearing headphones. He didn’t even notice them enter, despite the heavy footfalls of Curtis’ lion half. The gryphon closed the door behind them and watched his boyfriend walk right up to his uncle from behind. The weasel reached out and pulled the headset off in a single motion. Jerry almost toppled back out of his chair before righting himself and spinning around. Curses were already spilling from his lips before he looked. “What the fuck do you think you’re -” he cut off with a strangled sound, stopping halfway out of his seat to launch himself at Nick. Seeing Curtis looming behind his boyfriend was probably the reason. He recovered quickly, all things considered. “Get the fuck out of my room before I call the police on you faggots.” The gryphon leaned over his weasel to grab the other one by his upper arm. “Nothing illegal going on I can see. I was invited into this home by the owners, and I don’t need the permission of a parasite squatter like you. And of course, predation is fully legal.” His eyes widened. “Predation?! You can’t -” Curtis reached over with his other arm and placed a talon on Jerry’s lips, silencing him. The weasel went cross-eyed trying to look at that razor sharp appendage. “I’ve heard it all before, believe me.” “And you?” Jerry asked Nick. Part of Curtis was impressed he still spoke, but maybe he was just a little stupid. Or a lot. “Do you get off to this, you twisted fuck? Watching somebody eat your uncle?” Curtis tightened his grip on the weasel’s arm, but Nick just smiled. “Since you asked, yeah, I think I will. It’ll be tough, only getting to enjoy seeing you put in your place once, but I’ll try to remember every detail.” Jerry slapped Nick, a full armed assault that sent him stumbling into the gryphon’s side. Curtis could’ve blocked it, if he had even dreamed the stupid fucking moron would ever do something like that. He yanked on the arm he held and pulled Jerry clean off the ground. With one squeeze, he snapped the weasel’s upper arm like a twig in his claws. Jerry screamed, and Curtis turned and threw him onto the bed, then knelt besides his boyfriend. “Are you ok?” he asked nervously. Nick looked up at him. Small bleeding claw marks on the left side of his face showed where Jerry had cut him. Still, Nick nodded and pushed himself off the gryphon to stand on his own. Curtis couldn’t frown with his beak. He couldn’t even snarl. But when he turned back to look at Jerry, the weasel’s pained moans cut off as he looked into those golden raptor eyes and saw the hate that poured out. “I warned you before you were gonna regret it if I had to ‘fight’ you. I thought digesting you would be enough, but now I think I’m gonna have to go the extra mile.” Curtis crossed the small bedroom in a single step. His cock was already starting to spill from his leonine sheath, and Jerry saw it. Curtis couldn’t help it. He was gentle with Nick, unless the weasel asked for it, but putting people like this guy in his place stoked the gryphon’s arousal like gas on a fire. “No! I’m not a faggot, I -” “That’s good. A ‘faggot’ might enjoy what I’m gonna do to you, and I want you to suffer every second of it.” Curtis snatched the weasel off the bed. A single paw engulfed practically his whole chest, and Curtis didn’t mind that his talons scratched Jerry’s back. “You want to gag him?” he asked his boyfriend. Nick nodded, glancing around the room and scooping up a discarded bath towel. He stepped behind his uncle while Jerry ranted. “No! Get the fuck away from me you cocksuckers! Liam! LIAM! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP HE’S GON-” Nick flipped the towel over Jerry’s head and yanked back in a smooth, practised motion. He’d rolled the towel to make a nice rope gag, and he was well versed in this particular procedure. Best not to let Jessica know more than necessary about that. As Nick tied off the gag, pulling viciously on his uncle’s head, Curtis reached his other arm down and began to fondle himself. Gently, on account of the talons. With the weasel silenced, Curtis started talking to fill the silence. “Pretty crazy to me you’d call for help. You know, I wasn’t gonna do this. They asked me, pretty directly. That’s how much they hate you, how much you’ve made their lives hell after they took you in. I told them to go get earplugs, but part of me hopes they heard you scream. Heard you beg. They deserve that much, at least.” Jerry’s muffled yells didn’t cease as Nick came back around. The weasel was sporting his own erection now, his cock stiff at the debauchery he would enjoy. Jerry saw that too and went wild, redoubling his efforts, kicking and reaching with his arms. Curtis went on like nothing was happening while he held the fucker a few inches off the floor. “We do this normally, but I wasn’t going to with you. But now… I think being fucked in the ass is exactly what you need to humble yourself a little before the long slide. Good thing you’re not a blood relative huh?” He joked to Nick. “Eh, wouldn’t bother me much. He’s no uncle of mine anymore. I think I’m gonna enjoy this almost as much as you’re gonna hate it.” “Give me some spit, babe.” Nick nodded and knelt down. He didn’t have to bend far to reach Curtis’ shaft. With a glance up and a wink at Jerry, the talented weasel started sucking a cock almost the size of his arm. “Ahh, one of my favorite views. It’s not really for your comfort, you know.” He shook Jerry a little. “It’s just, you’re probably not as good a bottom as Nick, and I literally won’t fit inside your ass without at least a little help. Once I get the tip in though, it’ll be like a wedge through a log.” “Mmmh,” Nick added. He popped off the gryphon’s cock to add “You should really see it go. On the plus side for you, Curtis loves tearing open assholes. You’ll be balls deep and choking on gryphon cum in no time.” He returned to slobbering on the dark red dick in front of him. “Yeah, I’ll try my hardest to last a while, but I probably won’t, especially with this blowjob first.” Curtis let his beak hang open, intentionally showing Jerry the back of his throat while he panted. “Nick’s practically the predator in this relationship, the number of times he’s swallowed me. And if I’m lucky, he’ll ride me after I eat you. Fuck another load into him while he rubs my belly, helps break you down into nothing.” There was a popping sound below, and the coolness of air on his wet cock. “All ready babe.” “Hear that Jerry? If I was trying to be nice, I might eat your ass first, loosen you up.” Curtis pulled Jerry close, forcing his legs apart with his own bulk. The weasel tried to shove back, scratch him with his claws, but Curtis shifted his grip to pin one arm while Nick grabbed the other. The gryphon moved his hips, feeling the slickened tip of his dick poke furry ass. His boyfriend grabbed his shaft, sliding the tip around Jerry’s cheeks to tease him until settling Curtis into his target. Jerry’s tail waved frantically, trying to protect himself. His hole clenched rhythmically, trying to stay shut, and his muffled voice shouted what was probably a lot of curses at the two of them. Curtis held them there for a single moment as Jerry’s eyes widened looking into the gryphon’s, feeling the warm flesh beneath him. “I’m not trying to be nice.” Curtis bucked his hips, lion tail thrashing behind him. Nick held his shaft steady while the gryphon shoved Jerry down by his shoulder, forcing him down onto his cock. The weasel screamed in agony, tears leaking from his eyes as he was violated. In seconds Curtis was halfway in, and he didn’t slow down. He threw back his head as he bottomed out in the squealing weasel. His insides squeezed desperately, trying to force out the invader, but he was split open instead, and the clenching milked Curtis like a machine. He sighed as he felt his balls press against Jerry’s ass. A bulge pushed out the weasel’s white belly fur, only to vanish as Curtis pulled upwards. Halfway, and then a shove back down. Twenty seconds after entering the weasel Curtis was fucking him hard. He had to supply all the motion. His arms flexed as he used the mustelid like a toy, feeling the mammal spasm around him. Their hips slammed together as Curtis tried to destroy the stupid fuck who would hurt his boyfriend and harm his parents. He really tried to last, but it was so satisfying fucking the weasel into a mess. And of course, the anticipation of what came next. He made it maybe three minutes total before his balls clenched up. Somewhere below Nick was fondling them, rubbing the inside of his thigh while Curtis bottomed out one last time and screeched as he fucked a load of cum into Jerry’s ass. The weasel was coughing and sobbing behind his gag as he got filled, his face a mess of tears and claw marks from trying to rip the gag out once he realized he couldn’t hurt the gryphon. Curtis sighed in satisfaction before looking down at Jerry. “Take a good look around.” His eyes widened. Behind him, Nick untied the gag and yanked it off. Jerry tried to yell or scream, but his tortured throat sent him into another coughing fit. In one motion, Curtis grabbed him under the arms and flipped him upside down above his beak.The gryphon had to kneel in the same motion so he didn’t smash the weasel into the ceiling. Cum leaked out of his ass and dripped down his body to form a pool along with some leaking from Curtis’ dick standing out from his sheath. Nick stepped close, pressing his own dick into Curtis’ thigh and looking up at Jerry. “Oh yeah,” he said. “That’s a good last look for you.” Jerry screamed one last time as Curtis pulled him into his beak. The slightly stocky weasel still went down like a noodle. The gryphon gulped as soon as he felt his face touch his throat, pulling him in with frightening speed and shoving him down to the growling stomach. Curtis tossed his head twice, three times, finally snapping his beak shut on Jerry’s tail and footpaws. One more gulp sealed the weasel’s fate, and Nick’s claws trailed the bulge Jerry made down Curtis’ feathered throat before his furry lion stomach swelled with its new occupant. Nick’s caressing turned into a shove, pushing Curtis to fall over onto his back. Really, the gryphon let him do it, but he wasn’t complaining. The weasel was all over him as he fell back. He climbed on top of his boyfriend’s waist, swinging one leg over his cock. The weasel’s own excitement was evident as his dick stood out from his crotch. Without hesitation he sank onto Curtis’ shaft, and it went in with almost no resistance. “Eager weasel,” Curtis grunted, feeling his sensitive cock slip halfway into his lover. “Fingering yourself while I fucked him?” Nick nodded, leaning down and placing his paws on the gryphon’s wriggling belly. He kept sinking down on the cock inside him, but slower now. “Little bit of spit, but mostly the pre dripping out of his hole while you ripped him open.” Curtis grunted again as Nick put all his weight on his front paws, shoving into his stomach. He felt a burp traveling up his throat, and opened his beak to let Nick see down his throat. The weasel’s cock jumped, pre of his own matting Curtis’ belly fur at the sound. The thrashing in his gut increased, and Curtis swallowed some air to keep the weasel alive. Nick raised an eyebrow as he finally bottomed out on the gryphon, Curtis already panting with desire to go again. “Keeping around for something special?” he asked. Curtis nodded. “I want you to cum in my beak.” Nick grinned as he lifted himself partway up and slid back down slowly. “I can do that.” Again and again the weasel fucked himself on Curtis’ cock, riding to his climax. The gryphon was a little more controlled now, but not by much. Fucking his boyfriend after a meal was one of the best parts of their sex life. Within a minute his talons were gripping Nick’s hips as he slammed up into the mustelid. “You know,” Curtis grunted. “This proves it. It’s a skill.” “What is,” Nick panted, his dick twitching with every thrust that bulged out his own bellyfur. He kept rubbing Jerry through the fur of Curtis’ stomach. “Taking cock.” Curtis pulled Nick down as he humped upwards. “I slide into you like a weasel down a gryphon throat, but I had to fuck my way past every inch of his guts.” “Its a gift,” his boyfriend replied. “Oh fuck, open up. I’ve got a gift for him.” The gryphon opened his beak as Nick stood, his ass slipping off the shaft with a west noise and leaking pre and cum all over Curtis as he walked unsteadily up the squirming belly beneath him. His paw clenched and slid down his shaft rapidly as he fell to his knees and aimed his cock down the fleshy gullet in front of him. Nick’s cries of pleasure were music to Curtis’ ears as rope after rope of weasel cum landed on his tongue and splashed the back of his throat. As the orgasm trailed off, he made a show of swiping his tongue around once before leaning back and swallowing the load. “Hope you like it, fucker. That’s how cocksuckers treat assholes like you,” Nick whispered. He spread his knees wider, wiping the last dribbles of cum onto Curtis’ stomach. Suddenly he squeezed his knees together, pressing down with his front paws. Faint impressions of weasel paws, then a face, pushed out from the gryphon’s golden brown fur, and Nick pushed each one back. Another burp, and Curtis opened his beak again to hit Nick full force. The weasel squirmed in delight as Jerry thrashed beneath him, suffocating as his air was burped away. Finally, he slowed, and Curtis shoved Nick lightly on the shoulder. “Finish what you started, you horny weasel.” “With pleasure,” Nick said. He slid backwards, rising onto his footpaws again before sinking back onto Curtis. Within thirty seconds, the gryphon grunted, bucking upwards and managing not to screech again as he filled his boyfriend with a second, smaller load than the one being digested alongside Jerry. At last, the two of them slumped back. Nick didn’t bother pulling off Curtis’ cock, and the gryphon didn’t bother getting up. They just lay there, feeling Jerry’s weakening struggles, until finally he went still. The hungry gut gurgled around him, and Curtis sighed. “Did I ever tell you I love the taste of weasel?” “Once or twice,” Nick said, smiling. “How’d you like the double feature? Weasel and weasel cum at once.” “Exceptional,” Curtis replied. “It would really suck if you had more homophobic asshole relatives your parents wanted me to eat… no chance of that, right?” Nick pretended to think for a moment. “Well, my cousin Denise is pretty annoying, but no. Not like this piece of shit was.” His face cracked into a smile. “Was. Hear that Jerry? It wasn’t nice knowing ya.” Curtis wanted to smile back, if he could make the expression. Instead he looked around the room. Not great. “I guess we’ve gotta clean up all the cum and stuff so your parents can use this room again.” “Yeah,” Nick sighed. After a moment he wriggled his hips, making Curtis gasp. “Worth it though. Hopefully you made a good first impression on them.” Curtis looked down his chest at his boyfriend and raised an eyeridge. And after a moment, both of them started laughing, laying back together while Jerry digested. “Lets not do this when I meet the rest of the family.” “Deal.”