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Sable Ridge Farm

People that have never visited the countryside wouldn't know it, but gryphons loved farming. It was one of those things that made perfect sense once you’d seen it; their long, sharp talons made it easy to furrow the earth, and even an average gryphon was strong enough to pull any equipment needed. Rumor had it that they could even chase rainclouds through the sky and over their land to water their crops, although no gryphon had ever been observed doing so, and the half-bird hybrids liked keeping their secrets and playing coy.

Perhaps it was just that farming gave them an excuse to be outside and actually fly, which was often banned in cities due to dense traffic and tall buildings. Or maybe it was to avoid spending more time indoors, as most buildings weren't constructed with winged ferals in mind.

Whatever the true reason, the fact remained that about half of the City’s surrounding farmland was run by gryphons. And one such couple, Irista and her husband Nimbostratus – better known as Iris and Nimbus respectively – were currently discussing the year’s poor yield at Sable Ridge Farm, their little slice of farmland.

“I don’t think we made quite enough… I mean, we’ll make ends meet, but not a whole lot left for fun,” Irista sighed, having tallied the year’s harvest. “That drought really put a dent in things.”

“You’re all the fun I need,” Nimbostratus crooned, leaning against his beloved wife and brushing his beak against hers. “As long as we have enough to live on, I’m happy.”

“Silly. Of course you’re enough, but how about that long vacation we had planned? We can’t really fly all the way to the equator with just our own wings,” Irista countered.

Nimbus draped a wing over her. “We’ll be fine,” he reassured his wife.

“But we don’t have to just be fine,” Iris replied, leaning against him. “See, I think there’s something we could do.”

“Oh, so that’s what it is. You’ve got some sort of plan, don’t you, you coy little hen?” Nimbus grinned.

“Am I really that much of an open book?” Iris giggled. “But yes, I had a little idea…”

Her idea was to convert part of the farmhouse into a bed and breakfast for the city-dwellers, giving them a chance to experience farm life. They’d get the quiet tranquility, and if they wanted to, they could even help with farming. Iris’ friends had assured her that strange city folk would enjoy getting to experience a whole different life, even if the gryphoness was a little doubtful on that. They could even offer gryphon-back rides, as both had their flight and passenger licenses. The main draw, though, would simply to be a peaceful getaway from the blaring noise and ever-present high stress of the city.

“…that’s actually a really good idea,” Nimbus commented, the gears turning in his mind. He had married the beautiful golden-feathered gryphoness for a reason, and he loved being reminded of that reason. This was one such occasion. “Can’t believe they’d actually enjoy farm labor, though. I mean, it’s hard work.”

He paused for a moment. “Though now that you mention it, I saw this billboard about how they had like… classes for chopping wood at another farm doing this.”

“Yeah. But I think it makes sense. If you work with your mind and machines all day, maybe it’s enjoyable to just… work the earth a little bit?” Iris suggested. “I think we should do it. Just keep the main focus on letting them explore the fields, see the morning dew and sunrise…”

“Hm. Wouldn’t cost that much. We’d just hire a couple of carpenters to put up a wall and, well, there you go,” Nimbus replied. “Do you really think they’d pay well?”

“A rustic farm getaway?!” Iris laughed. “Those city folks will love it as long as it doesn’t get too real. Let ‘em pick their own food and whatnot. We’ll make Sable Ridge into a real attraction!”

“Yeah, so don’t make them pull the plow, gotcha,” Nimbus grinned.

And so, their plans were set. A rarely used section of the large farmhouse was quickly transformed into a cozy and very rustic room for tourists and travelers to rent, and sure enough, the gryphons quickly made their money on top of getting casual but enthusiastic help with their farming duties, with far more energy than either of the gryphons had expected. Both Iris and Nimbus were quite amazed at how excited someone could be over something as simply as finding the biggest pumpkin, plucking a gourd, or even helping plant a new crop. It turned out that work, apparently, was fun if you didn’t do it for a living.

Of course, the two enjoyed their share of “big city” experiences too. A lot of guests brought some exotic imported delights for the gryphons to enjoy. Others were so fancifully dressed that just seeing them try to do farmwork while in thousand-dollar designer garb was entertainment enough. One particularly rich guest enjoyed the experience so much that he offered to buy the gryphons a proper tractor, forgetting that neither of the quadrupedal hybrids could actually drive one, but his offer was nonetheless appreciated.

With big city people, though, came big city attitudes. None of them really bothered the gryphons initially; it was a kind of cultural exchange, after all. A few were confused about having to use an outhouse for their needs, which was more amusing than anything, and the vast majority were perfectly willing to let the gryphons explain how things worked.

The biggest difference came when two anthropomorphic mares decided to visit late in June. They were a draft horse named Alex, and a beautiful – or so Nimbus thought, at least – Arabian horse named Julia.

Now, the gryphons knew, at least on paper, that sometimes same-sex couples happened. But living so far outside the city, they’d never met one. Both assumed that the mares were simply friends when they arrived for their week-long stay at the farm.

Until they kissed each other, of course.

Irista blushed fiercely. Nimbus fought the urge to stare. Neither had ever been against that kind of thing, but the curiosity was hard to suppress.

“Oh, you two are a couple!” Irista explained.

“We are!” Julia beamed. “I hope that’s alright.”

“I mean, yeah, totally. We don’t mind! Sorry, it’s just really unusual to see um… we don’t get a lot of…” Iris started. “Sorry, I’m kinda rambling. It’s just not very common out here!”

Julia giggled. Alex gave him a questioning look that neither gryphon could really analyze.

“Lesbians?” the draft horse asked.

“Yeah! Lesbians! Sorry, I wasn’t sure if the word was insensitive or anything!” Iris exclaimed. “Really not a lot of them or gay men here. At least not that we’ve seen!”

“Probably have a bunch,” Alex shrugged. “Just less open about it.”

“Maybe,” Nimbus interjected. “Though like Irista said, out here we also don’t make it our business to figure out what our neighbors do in their free time.”

And they certainly didn’t judge either, despite their curiosity about it. Instead, they kept treating the mares mostly the same as any other couple that visited, as any reasonable person would.

Alex, however, had realized that the gryphoness was rather stunning. At first, she thought nothing of it, as she had never really thought about being with a “feral” or quadruped as they were more politely called, and besides, she clearly wasn’t into women herself. But over the course of their stay she grew more interested in her. She had always liked cats, and this one had the back half – the important part that she kept admiring – of a cheetah.

It helped that she, despite her four legs and wings, had more or less the same kind of personality that you’d expect from an anthropomorphic farm owner. No different from any other woman in that sense, which helped the draft horse bridge the gap. She was into women, and this gryphon was clearly a woman, even if she’d probably have preferred the words “gryphoness” or “hen”.

One thing led to another, with Alex fantasizing about how loudly the gryphoness would squawk once her face was buried against her pussy – which was always on display given their lack of clothes – and how quickly she’d learn to enjoy the clearly superior pleasures that only two women could grant each other.

Now, she wasn’t the type who would’ve ever forced it, but Alex had a theory: she thought that everyone was at least a little flexible in their sexuality. Even the straightest woman could, thus, be seduced if one had the right personality and pressed the right buttons.

It probably applied to herself, too, but she had, at least, never met a man that she was attracted to. At least not anything beyond a primal little twitch or clench. Oh, this Nimbus – half black panther, and half eagle just like Irista – was handsome, but it was more in the way one might say a sculpture is handsome. Unlike his partner, who Alex found herself wanting to make squirt all that straightness out.

After a little bit of planning – zoning out while doing casual farm work turned out to be a great opportunity to think – Alex set her plan into motion. While Nimbus was busy helping Julia cook all the ingredients that they’d picked, she approached Iris out of sight of the others.

“So, how about you and your husband? How are you two doing?” she began, hoping to make the conversation flow naturally.

“Oh, we’re doing great!” the beautiful gryphoness replied, taking a little break from watering the crops. “Still love each other, and the farm’s doing great. And this whole bed and breakfast thing is working out pretty well, too!”

“How lovely to hear,” the draft horse continued. “You know, I was thinking about your reaction when you saw me kiss Julia.”

“I hope it wasn’t too awkward!” Iris immediately replied. “It’s just really not something we see a whole lot of out here!”

“I can imagine,” Alex smiled. “But it can’t be that nobody is gay or lesbian out here. They probably just hide it. How about you, have you ever had thoughts like that? You know, being with another woman… or well, hen?”

Iris blushed brightly enough that Alex immediately knew the answer.

“Nonono, I’ve not… not really!” she squeaked. “I mean, I guess there were some girls I thought were pretty in high school, but I’ve never… really thought about them in that way.”

Bingo, Alex thought. This was, contrary to what someone with less experience seducing supposedly straight women might’ve thought, exactly the right opportunity to push a little harder.

“Not at all? I think most people do it sometimes. I have this personal theory that nobody’s really fully straight or gay,” she shrugged, garnishing her words with a little lie. “I’ve thought about men that way, too. Not often, but still.”

Iris was used to talking both lewd and crude. You had to be, living out here, especially with the men. And yet she was caught completely flat-footed, as much as species with paws and talons could be, by the draft horse talking about lesbian things like this so openly.

“W-well, I mean, I guess there’s been a few occasions, but really, I’m still quite happy with my husband! I’m certainly no lesbian!” Iris replied. “But like you said, maybe… maybe a little flexible?”

“Well,” Alex continued, stepping a little closer to the gryphoness and very slowly reaching to touch her haunch. “It’s easy enough to explore a bit, if you ever want to do that.”

“A-are you suggesting that um, that I explore with you? I have a husband!” Iris protested. “You’re a very pretty mare and all, but we ain’t particularly eager to leave the henhouse gate open for the foxes!”

“It doesn’t count as cheating if it’s with another hen… or woman, silly,” Alex smiled, suppressing a chuckle at the gryphoness’ very countryside turn of phrase. “That’s how it works in the city.”

Iris had to take a moment to process that. She wasn’t dumb. It sounded like cheating. But then again, nobody she knew had ever cheated with the same gender, and if this pretty mare was actually telling the truth, she supposed it was entirely possible that people just did that in the city.

On second thought, hadn’t the two hens from the farms next to their own been rather intimate at times? They had all those girl dates and such that Iris was never invited to despite them being quite friendly with each other. Maybe they were doing it, and their husbands were fine with it because it wasn’t cheating?

“Really?” she asked. “I mean, you’re still, um, having sex with another person.”

“Details, details,” Alex grinned broadly. “The men love it, anyway.”

“They do?” the gryphoness asked. Alex’s fingers brushed through her fur and made her feathers stand up. Her touch was so soft compared to a man’s, and especially compared to her husband’s with his sharp talons.

“Yeah. That one I promise, nothing attracts the gaze of straight men as much as the sight of two women together, just look at any adult streaming site, especially between the hours of seven to twelve,” Alex stated. “So how about it? Would you like to see if those fantasies work out?”

Iris didn’t know what those sites were, but it made sense. Men loved women, after all – at least, they usually did – and two were more than one. She glanced at the draft horse and her body. She was rather masculine, muscular and strong, and yet somehow still distinctly female. The gryphoness felt herself grow rather flushed at the idea, but maybe experimentation would be fun. After all, all their guests were experimenting with a different lifestyle too.

“How do two women do it anyway?” she asked, nervous but not rejecting the draft horse outright.

“Well, for your first time, all you have to do is raise that tail and I’ll take care of you,” Alex chuckled. “You just get to enjoy it. Then maybe one day you can return the favor.”

Iris felt herself clench a little at that thought. Maybe she should take this opportunity to experiment, she thought. But before she could really reply one way or the other, the insistent mare was already behind her, feeling up her rump.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me,” she nickered, and then she finally allowed her eyes to fully feast on the sight of the gryphon’s cunt. She was much bigger than any bipedal woman, and quite different in shape, too. But she looked delicious nonetheless, to the point that Alex licked her lips at the sight of her ever so slightly wet lips.

She ran her fingers over those plush folds. The gryphoness shivered. There it was. She pushed a little more firmly, greedily feeling out the feral’s sex, and she didn’t as much as whimper, standing there like a deer in the headlights and no doubt marveling at just how soft a woman’s fingers could feel. Alex let her thumb brush over Iris’ clit.

The gryphoness let out a soft little squawk as her instincts kicked in at that jolt of pleasure. Her pussy clenched against Alex’s hand, and that was all the invitation the mare needed, kneading and rubbing more firmly while her other hand strokes Iris’ flank reassuringly.

“But I don’t think you’ll want me to,” Alex added. And then she leaned down and stuck out her tongue, running it down the length of the gryphoness’ sex. Iris replied with an almost terrified squawk at how naughty and yet intense it felt. Nimbus couldn’t exactly eat her out properly – beak and all – and compared to what he could do, the mare’s tongue felt so nimble and soft, and cunning at that, immediately using her experience of playing with her wife’s pussy to go for Iris’ weakest spots.

Her back legs gave out and the gryphoness crumbled to the ground, with the greedy mare behind her, following her down, smiling slyly to herself. Oh, just how deprived of proper feminine attention had this beautiful half-cheetah been?

She went to work properly, her equine lips easily pursing around her clit and applying the gentlest of suction. Iris replied with a trembling squawk, never having had anyone do that, especially not so shamelessly, but she couldn’t deny that it felt amazing. The pleasure was so much sharper and more intense than simply getting fucked that her whole body was trembling, and knowing that it was another woman doing it added a vaguely taboo edge that left her drooling.

Alex slid a pair of fingers into her sex again while tonguing her clit. The gryphoness was already leaking like a faucet, she noted with her face smeared with her delicious nectar. This wouldn’t take long, but then again, it almost never did the first time. Nothing pleased the draft horse as much as introducing straight women to the sexual thrills of other women’s bodies, and she could barely resist rubbing herself as she ate the gryphoness out.

The most satisfying part, though? It was showing other women how quickly they could cum with a mouth on their clit. It took maybe five minutes, all in all, before Iris was there.

Not being entirely familiar with quadrupeds, Alex was caught by surprise when Iris’ pussy suddenly clenched down around her fingers, and a gush of her warm, delectable juices soaked her lips. But everything else was there; that rapid-fire milking, the squawking with pleasure, and her whole-body tensing and twitching. Determined to really make the hen cum her brains out, Alex latched onto her clit, sucking it firmly and twirling her tongue over it, while quickly pumping her fingers in and out of the gryphoness’ clenching pussy.

She managed to make it last almost a whole minute. By the end of it, her entire arm was soaked, and Iris was wheezing for breath, her vision blurry with tears of joy from an orgasm far longer and stronger than any she had ever had, and a strange sense of satisfaction at all those long-suppressed desires of her teenage years suddenly have been so carnally fulfilled.

“Better than a man, eh?” Alex laughed, flicking a finger over Iris’ stiff clit and chuckling at how the gryphoness trembled.

“A… a lot better, I might have to… teach Nimbus some… whew,” Iris huffed. “T-thank you, it was amazing.”

“Mhm. I bet you’re gonna want more of that, now,” the draft horse teased. “Women are just naturally better at eating pussy, you know.”

“…maybe,” Iris groaned.

“Well, you were delicious,” Alex nickered. “Give me a chirp if you want to try putting that cute beak to use.”

She was incredibly turned on, but making a straight woman cum with her tongue was enough reward that the horse needed no orgasm of her own for the encounter to feel complete, nor could she really imagine the gryphoness – or anyone with a beak, really – being very good at licking her. And so, rather than stick around, she proudly slapped her on the haunch and stood up, wiping her juices off her muzzle and arm with Iris’ own tailfeathers.

“Probably best head to bed,” she added with a sly grin. “I think you’ll sleep pretty soundly tonight.”

She left the gryphoness with those smug words, very satisfied but a little dazed herself, and unaware that they were being watched.

And while Iris laid there dazed by one of the best orgasms of her life, she heard someone else approach from the other direction. She jumped up, quickly lowering her tail and trying to look perfectly normal despite her juices still dripping down her back legs.

“I didn’t think you’d be the type to do that,” Nimbus told her, because of course it was her husband, who had seen the whole thing and not interrupted it, both out of curiosity about how far his wife would allow it to go, and because it turned out that males indeed enjoyed seeing lesbians play.

“I, um, I can explain… she just… we were just experimenting,” Iris blubbered. “You don’t mind, do you? I mean, I’m sure it doesn’t count if she’s female too!”

Well, Nimbus minded a little bit. But then, despite his traditional lifestyle, he had always fantasized about other people too. It was just part of being male, he figured, and he’d never done anything to cheat on Iris.

“Mm, you know what? You did cheat on me. If you let me try to seduce her girlfriend in turn and give her a proper taste of gryphon-cock, then I won’t mind,” he smiled, the corners of his beak tugging up in a sly smile. “Won’t count as cheating if your little adventure didn’t, honey.”

Iris squinted. “So we’re going to have one of those… open relationships, like the city people call it?”

“Only when we both approve, my love,” Nimbus smiled. “You just kinda pre-approved this one, didn’t you? And I don’t blame you, both mares are pretty damn sexy.”

“You horndog,” Iris groaned. “Fine. But you can’t force her or anything. If she’s not into it, you just respect that. Alex didn’t force me into anything; it was just my own stupid decision.”

Well, that was a deal, then. Nimbus honestly didn’t feel terribly bad about being “cheated” on; it was merely a new and exciting twist in their relationship, and one that he was determined to enjoy. Especially if he managed to get that pretty Arabian to raise her tail for him. Or spread her legs, as anthropomorphic people usually did it.

He approached her late that night, when Alex was already asleep, but Julia was having a few drinks of their homemade moonshine together with Iris.

“Oh, hey, you’re still up too?” Julia greeted him.

“Yep, can’t sleep,” he lied, giving a little wink to Iris, who played along, standing up as if to stretch and excusing herself to let Nimbus work his magic.

“Me neither. I’m all um… well, maybe I shouldn’t get into that here,” Julia begun, only to quickly quiet down.

“Girlfriend issues?” Nimbus laughed.

“Well, I mean, we’ve felt a little self-conscious about… doing anything since you two are all straight and everything, you know?” Julia replied. She seemed like the ditzy type, quick to giggle and blush, both of which she did as she spoke, her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol.

Nimbus smiled, leaning a little closer to the beautiful horse. “Yup, I know how that feels. Sometimes when Iris isn’t in the mood it’s pretty hard for me to fall asleep, too.”

“Yeaaah,” Julia sighed. “Normally she’d always eat me o- um, that’s not too much to share, is it?”

“Naw, we’re used to that kind of talk out here, though usually from the males,” Nimbus laughed. “I’m fine with it, either way.”

“You could always just masturbate,” he suggested, after a moment of silence and another drink downed.

“We left all our toys at home,” Julia replied. “I don’t really like just using my fingers. And Alex just went straight to bed.”

“I guess she’s exhausted. But I agree on the fingers,” Nimbus smiled. “I much prefer a female, or sleeve if it comes to that.”

She seemed to be squirming a little. Maybe she was thinking about it. Nimbus closed his eyes and inhaled slowly through his nostrils, tasting her scent. He wasn’t quite familiar with how equines signaled their readiness to mate, but there was a spicy tang to her fragrance that he figured suggested arousal, or maybe heat. The question was how open or desperate she would be.

“I mean, I could help you,” he suggested. “If you’re used to dildos, it wouldn’t be that different.”

Julia’s eyes went wide. “Um… I mean…”

It turned out that they had an open relationship, only theirs was only supposedly open for playing with other women.

“But that doesn’t really make any sense, does it?” Nimbus grinned. He leaned against the mare, raising a taloned foot to gently scratch her back. “A person is a person. I think if women are fine, men should be too.”

“…I guess you’re right,” she sighed. “It’s just that men can, you know, get us pregnant. At least if we’re in heat.”

“Only if we cum inside you,” Nimbus chuckled. “We could just stop, have me pull out, and…”

He wasn’t actually planning to pull out, of course. Oh no, the gryphon wanted to plant his seed deep in the mare’s belly. That was his duty as both a farmer and a male, after all. But the mare didn’t have to know that.

Julia looked into his eyes. “I’ve never been with a man… a male before,” she stuttered. “I mean, I’m bi, but it just seems so risky.”

“Well, good thing I’m quite used to being with women,” the gryphon drawled, laying it on thick to get across what a good country boy he was. “So, all you have to do is enjoy it. If you’d like to try.”

Julia pressed her legs together, feeling that familiar, insistent heat. Really, all of this was Alex’s fault. If she hadn’t exhausted herself doing farm work, she could’ve just eaten Julia out and then everything would be nice and happy. So, the mare reasoned, since it was her fault, then it was only fair that she indulged a little. All of it was just flimsy justification for the gnawing emptiness inside her, of course, but being in heat made thinking in depth about anything really annoying.

“I’m… I’m not sure,” she stuttered, fighting her urges. “Can’t we just, I dunno… I need some time to think.”

“You know, I should take you for a walk. Some cool evening countryside air, that should do wonders for your mind,” Nimbus smiled.

Julia thought about it for a moment, reflecting on their conversation. She inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath.

“I could hardly say no to that,” she replied, and got up, her legs trembling ever so slightly. They headed out together. Julia’s heart was beating rapidly, and she was already starting to really feel the need now. Her gait changed ever so slightly as she walked with the gryphon, as if her body wanted to be shown off, swaying her hips and keeping her legs ever so slightly further apart to make sure that he could smell her arousal.

Nimbostratus swept a wing in front of her, stopping her.

She stood there as he stepped forward, his eyes transfixing her to the spot as she squirmed, nervous and unsure about what she was even doing. He looked down along the curve of her swaying, equine hips before not-so-subtly looking at the source of the intoxicating aroma that was so greedily inhaling.

“I didn’t say we’d go for a walk together. I said I’d take you for a walk,” he spoke, watching her reactions carefully.

He looked enormous and strong standing at his full height in front of her. She wasn’t sure if she should’ve been afraid or excited that he was interested in her in spite of her proclivities.

“Let’s go,” he commanded.

This is really bad and you shouldn’t be doing it, her rational mind told her, but Julia disregarded it. What harm could one night with a male really do, anyway? It wasn't like it'd be that much different than using a dildo, and he promised he wouldn't get her pregnant.

That, and there was a definite taboo thrill knowing what he wanted to do. Enough to leave her lacey panties wet with desire. Even the fact that he was shamelessly examining her body made her shiver.

The previous owner of Sable Ridge, once upon a time, had kept animals, and the barn remained as a little reminder of that time. Since Nimbus and Iris had opted to just grow crops instead, they had almost decided to tear down the old building, but it turned out that not doing so had been a lucky choice.

The logistics of interspecies mating – especially when one partner had four legs and the other, significantly smaller one only had two, could be challenging. But Nimbus remembered there was a breeding rack in the barn, and it was on that padded piece of well-used furniture that he planned to nudge Julia onto after she had disrobed.

But she wasn’t fully ready yet. He wanted her to moan, not to struggle. And so, rather than going straight to the barn, he was going to show her around the fields at night. It was a beautiful night, after all; the cicadas were loud, the skies were clear and full of stars that city dwellers would never see. Perfect for seduction, in other words.

“How about a gryphon-back ride? That is a service we offer, after all, and that way you won’t have to walk,” Nimbus suggested.

After a moment of hesitation, Julia agreed. Nimbus dropped to the ground to help her mount him, just as he’d soon be mounting her. The mare touched his body for the first time, taken aback by just how warm he felt, especially compared to the cool outside air, and she could feel his powerful muscles just underneath his fur.

“It’ll be more fun if you take your clothes off,” he murmured. “More natural.”

He was expecting her to agree, and Julia did. She had always fantasized about riding a wild horse naked, and a gryphon – especially in her lust-dazed state – wasn’t much of a stretch. She slowly pulled off her clothes, and Nimbus, ever the gentleman regardless of his plans, averted his eyes. He could look at her as much as he wanted later, if everything worked out as he hoped it would.

Julia then climbed onto his back, straddling him, and Nimbus rose to all fours again. It did feel amazing, feeling his strength and warmth so intimately. Much of the sensation was focused on her already sensitive lips, of course, where the gryphon’s silken fur rubbed against them. Her hands dug into his mane – much coarser – as Nimbus moved.

“That’s not… too rough, is it?” she asked.

“Not at all. You have to hold on to something,” the gryphon replied, and then he set off at a slow trot in a little circle around the farmlands.

Julia clung to him. The feeling of his body underneath hers was strange at first, but deeply sensual. He was in control, and yet somehow it felt almost like they were joined as a rider and mount, as one being. The breeze in her face, the stars above, and her powerful, masculine gryphon between her legs – feeling his muscles flex and tense as he moved – was almost romantic.

It made her want him in a way that she hadn’t quite felt before, like a carnal reminder of what a strong lover she could have if she simply accepted his advances.

Julia could feel her heat growing stronger, too, and she knew that she’d have to make a decision soon or her body would make it for her. She was already soaking the gryphon’s back with her need, his smooth fur tickling her in all the right ways with each step.

Nimbus felt her wetness, of course. He turned again, heading towards that fateful barn. “If you’re already enjoying your gryphon ride that much, just wait until I give you the full experience.”

Julia squeezed her eyes shut. She knew exactly what he meant. She just wasn’t sure, not yet. No matter how badly she leaked with desire.

“Did you know the previous owners used to have animals?” he asked his rider. “And they told me they always bred them in that barn.”

“R-really? Just like that?” Julia asked.

“Yep. Now, we never kept animals ourselves, but it’s not like I’ve not seen it. It’s quite a beautiful sight, a stallion and a mare, a bull and a cow, simply embracing what they are. There’s a… natural elegance to it, brutes as they are,” he continued, hoping to plant more seeds of lust in Julia’s mind. “There’s only the briefest seduction, and then they do what they need to do. Rough and quick.”

And sure enough, that became all that Julia could think about. She pictured herself as the mare, held in place as a stallion sniffed her sex, slowly swelling up just for her, and with a singular purpose. She imagined how they’d feel on top of her, and then, how the gryphon would feel in the same position.

“Let’s go inside and have a look,” he added, dropping down again to let the trembling mare climb off him. “It’s getting a little chilly out here, anyway.”

She pulled the heavy door open and stepped inside. Nimbus followed.

“For smaller females they’d put them on this rack,” the gryphon said. “Make them the right height for their mates.”

Julia stood there, transfixed, staring at that padded piece of furniture. This was the moment that he’d been waiting for; the final push to make the mare surrender to her own nature. “Get on it,” he ordered her, finally taking command. “You’re going to be my mare tonight.”

Julia froze. She knew that she should’ve ran.

“I can tell how badly you need it. So, I’m going to rut you,” he squawked, no longer leaving it to mere teasing. He had to have her, and he would. “Climb on the rack and present yourself.”

“J-just like… okay,” she huffed. Slowly, Julia climbed onto the rack. It fit an anthropomorphic creature just as well as it would a quadrupedal one, and even the worn leather felt sensual against her body.

It also left her rear completely bared for the gryphon. Both her shapely ass and her twitching sex. She suddenly felt very, very vulnerable as Nimbus circled her, and yet her tail instinctively flicked out of the way to offer herself to the dominant male.

“Just like that,” he affirmed. “You look just like a mare in heat. And I’m going to treat you as one. Forget about pulling out. No male pulls out at the breeding mount. I’m going to stuff your belly full of eggs.”

Hearing only a nervous nicker from the mare, he got to work. Julia was stunningly beautiful, especially in the tight grip of her heat. Her breasts were voluptuous, and Nimbus quite enjoyed lapping over her bumpy areolae, so unlike what his own wife had to offer. But it was her pussy that really drew his eye; he’d never been with a mare before, and the sight of her sex winking with excitement and need threatened to drive him wild, and so, he quickly stalked behind and stuck his head under her tail.

Julia was quickly losing herself to instinct. She knew that, she was doing something terribly foolish and risky, but her body wouldn’t let her disobey the dominant gryphon. But gods, she had never been with a man before. Not out of a lack of desire, but with Alex, it always ended with them picking up other women instead. And now she was about to experience the feeling of a proper flesh-and-blood cock designed to breed her, rather than some lifeless facsimile made of rubber and silicone. He wouldn’t, but he could, and that triggered something inside the mare. Some deeply buried maternal instinct. Her sex winked again.

“Oh, you’ve been needing this, haven’t you?” Nimbus asked teasingly, brushing his beak against the mare’s folds as his cock swelled eagerly in turn. “A proper, rough beast-cock inside you?”

“Yes,” Julia whimpered. The gryphon had the mare dripping wet and trembling in a way she never had been with Alex, regardless of how much she loved her. Even if he was going to breed her. She couldn’t say no, at that point.

“Well, better not keep you waiting, then,” Nimbus rumbled.

He reared up, stumbled forward, and then mounted her. Julia’s mind almost went blank as the studly gryphon’s weight pressed down on her. For the first time in her life, she truly felt like a mare. A broodmare, taking her mate and operating entirely on heated instinct. She moaned as his thick, knotted spire rubbed against her lips, leaving a warm trail of precum along her sensitive flesh with each little throb of his. It already felt so much better than any toy, too good to worry about the fact that she was violating Alex’s trust.

It took a little nudging and positioning for him to find her entrance and angle himself correctly, with the gryphon snorting with exertion as he, too, embraced his more feral side as a stallion about to claim his mare. A few times, he jabbed against her plump thighs, then her outer lips, until finally, his cock hit its mark; that wet, yielding spot between the mare’s legs that was so eager to be filled. His tip parted her vulva, and he recognized the feeling.

He was going to give her exactly what her body needed, Julia realized, her heart beating so fast she was worried that it might burst.

Then, Nimbus thrust hard, sinking the broad head of his cock where it belonged, and that thought was gone entirely, replaced by blinding pleasure. Julia whinnied as the gryphon’s cock pushed deeper. She wasn’t a virgin, technically speaking, but the sensation of a living shaft plunging into her was both new and deeply intoxicating, leaving the buxom mare gasping for air.

He felt so good inside her, that sheer girth spreading her accommodating body to its absolute limit. And the way he throbbed, so alive and hot. In a split second the mare was truly reduced from a thinking, sapient person to little more than a mare in heat.

Nimbus began to fuck her slowly, giving her a little moment to adjust. After all, he wasn’t in a hurry; he knew he had the mare exactly where he wanted her, and now he’d pay Alex back for seducing his wife by absolutely ravaging hers. He also made sure to make her feel his slowly swelling knot pushing against her folds, a little reminder of what was about to come. That, and he couldn’t fit all the way into her yet; he was simply too big, and the mare needed time to stretch.

“How’s that?” he rumbled. “Seems like you’ve been missing out.”

“It’s- nnhf, it’s amazing,” she moaned dissolutely. “S-so much better than a t-toy.”

“Good. It’s just what you need,” Nimbus replied, and then thrust harder and deeper yet, finding exactly the right rhythm to make the pretty mare melt underneath him. With her being in heat, it wasn’t difficult, just a matter of simple biology. Slowly, her body was adapting to his girth.

“Just don’t cum,” Julia choked out.

“Oh, I am going to cum. I’m going to breed you properly,” Nimbus groaned, as he greedily plundered the mare’s deep sex with each hungry thrust. Against, his knot kissed her sex and made her shudder. “Give yourself to me.”

She couldn’t do much else with her biological urges quickly seizing full control of the mare. She had always been submissive, and now, with her body primed to conceive, it kicked that submission into overdrive, her hands barely managing to brace herself against the rack. He pulled back, letting his flare scrape over every sensitive nerve inside her, making her clench and moan, and then repeating the fact.

In one fateful moment, his cock finally slid all the way into her.

“Good mare,” he growled. With slow thrusts, he let her know exactly what he was about to do, slowly rolling his hips, ensuring that his barbed flare tormented the mare and drove her to new heights of pleasure. A few more slow thrusts followed as he used his entire length to fuck her, savoring the way she kept clenching in response to his barbs, as those velvet thorns plucked at her nerves.

No matter his intentions, though, in the end Nimbus was simply a male. Soon he could fight his urges no longer and hilted himself, thrusting as hard as he could with an audibly wet squelch. The head of his cock tapped against her cervix. Then, without missing a beat, he was humping against her like a feral dog, never letting her know what to expect, and it drove her wild.

Soon, Nimbus was jackhammering into her with reckless abandon, knot slamming against her slick entrance. The brief worry that he might end up cumming inside her accidentally was still present in her mind, but very much muted by the soaring pleasure. She wasn’t thinking about anything but that delicious friction, the fullness, and the outright glowing pleasure that her pussy radiated, finally put to proper use. It seared through her entire being, and soon the mare was doing nothing but moaning, wanting to have that emptiness deeper inside her properly filled.

She also, never having paid much attention to males, didn’t notice that Nimbus’ knot was swelling, nor did she really know what it meant. The only thing Julia was concerned with was having it stuffed into her and stretching her body wider yet.

“I… I want your knot,” she moaned dissolutely, unaware that what she was asking for was all but synonymous with wanting to be bred.

Nimbus didn’t respond, and he certainly didn’t point out what the mare was asking for. Instead, his powerful haunches flexed, and he gave a strained squawk-growl, grinding his almost fully swollen knot against the mare’s entrance. It was going to be an incredibly tight fit with how much bigger than Julia he was, covering just about her entire form as he rutted her, but Nimbus was determined to make it happen. He just had to stretch her out a little more, first.

In and out. Every second he got closer to his climax. The mare’s sex was already like a vice around his cock, determined to squeeze him dry. If Julia had been more experienced with males – or less addled by her heat – she might’ve felt him throb, squirting her full of sperm-laden precum already, but Nimbus wasn’t about to cruelly interrupt her ecstasy. That, and he wanted to see her belly swell with his brood. That was another thing Julia should’ve known but didn’t; even a well-meaning male quickly lost track of what they were intending to do once buried balls deep inside a fertile cunt with their orgasm rapidly approaching.

“About to… tie,” he groaned.

“Yes! G-give it to me!” Julia huffed, her breath hitching as she, too, got closer to that glorious moment of release.

With one final, firm thrust of his hips, Nimbus’s knot popped into her, sealing her fate. He let out a triumphant, trilling cry of pleasure as he came, finally surrendering to his own urges to reproduce. After all, the mare had asked for it, even if indirectly.

Julia’s eyes went wide as that fleshy bulb suddenly popped into her. The head of the gryphon’s cock bumped painlessly all the way against her cervix. She gasped for breath, feeling full beyond belief. And then, she felt him start to throb, in a quick, pumping rhythm. There was a muted tickling sensation deep inside her. He wasn’t cumming was he-

-and then pleasure washed over her as her body responded to being seeded. Suddenly and almost violently, the mare came, every fiber of her body alight with pleasure. Her inner muscles involuntarily milked the gryphon’s cock in turn encouraging his seed to impregnate her, actively squeezing out every drop of cum he had to offer as her own sex, in turn, drank deeply of it, letting it trickle into her very womb.

Nimbus held himself there inside her, grunting and shuddering as he fully emptied his balls into her fertile body, intending to never mention what he had done to her – well, not before she started to show, at least – while at the same time utterly enraptured by how eagerly the inexperienced mare’s body responded to his orgasm. It was all biology, he supposed. The helping hand of mother nature to ensure a pregnancy, and it felt incredible. He had never bred Iris – not for a lack of wanting to, but rather a lack of time and needing her help around the farm – but he quickly realized that if it felt this good, he’d end up yearning for it.

When Julia finally came down from her orgasmic high, her body had dutifully drank every little spurt of cum the male had given her, just as it was meant to, and that pre-maternal glow of satisfaction made sure that she couldn’t even think straight, much less protest as his swimmers raced up her tubes to claim her eggs. The pleasure had made her completely blank out, not even remembering that foreboding throbbing, and she only knew that she felt wonderfully full.

“T-that was fucking amazing,” she giggled. “Wow. I… just wow.”

“You’re welcome,” Nimbus crooned. “Even a good little lesbian mare has to get a dicking now and then.”

“I dunno h-how you managed not to cum,” she added, evidently still assuming that it had all been merely an act, and Nimbus simply chuckled at that.

After a little while of enforced snuggling, he began to pull out, tugging on the mare’s stretched sex until his knot popped out. The suction left her wide open, his cum sloshing out of her body and onto the floor. She let out a gasp, feeling it all run down her thighs.

“Oh, I came. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d breed you,” he rumbled, admiring his messy handiwork and her gaping, equine cunt. “Good look for a mare, too. Enjoy being a mother.”

“Y-you…” Julia gasped. And yet, she realized that she wasn’t angry.

--

The next day, the mood was a little gloomy. Alex had quickly found out what had happened – and how could she not, with his smell so strong on her, along with her sweet fragrance of heat having suddenly disappeared?

She didn’t mention it to the Arabian, not yet. She felt more frustrated than angry, at both the gryphon and her own beloved wife, and on top of that, she couldn’t really blame Nimbus for what he had done, given that she had just done the same. And it was rather hot to imagine Julia getting pregnant, even if it might mean the end of their current lifestyle of parties and hedonism. That, and it was a perfectly suitable punishment for Julia for that empty-headed slut of a mare playing with a male and clearly not bothering to learn anything about what that entailed. Perhaps she’d rub it in her face when she woke up sick one of these coming mornings, or when she started putting on weight that she couldn’t quite explain.

She had always wanted kids, though. She just hadn’t imagined it happening in quite this way. And so, rather conflicted, Alex decided to sit alone in the guest room that day to simply ruminate on things, at least until the gryphons noticed that she was missing.

Nimbus, for his part, was satisfied enough with how everything had gone. Now, he had a chance to perhaps find new playmates for him and his wife, but he felt a little bad about Alex herself, who seemed to have taken it all a little more negatively. Maybe she felt a little left out, he reasoned, and decided to talk to her. And maybe offer to fuck her, too, if the lesbian draft horse felt like she was missing out.

Of course, he couldn’t really seduce Alex just like that. They’d have to talk about it like adults, and that’s what he chose to do.

The draft horse looked a little grumpy as he approached her in the guest room.

“I guess I had that coming,” she smile-frowned. “Turnabout, and all that junk.”

“No hard feelings?” Nimbus asked.

“Well, not for long. I got to fuck your wife, and you got to fuck mine, it’s a fair trade,” she nickered.

“Indeed,” he replied with a little smirk of this own. “I guess that just leaves the question of us. I figured I’d just offer to let you experiment too, since we’re all apparently doing it today.”

“You want to fuck me, too?” the draft horse scoffed. “Just like that, with zero shame? Plundering one lesbian cunt wasn’t enough? God, you men… I bet you want to get me pregnant too.”

“Just an offer,” he repeated.

“You know what?” Alex replied after a moment of thought. She was still incredibly pent up from eating out the gryphoness and not having had a moment to take care of it, which factored into her decision-making quite heavily. A quick orgasm would probably lift her mood too. “Fuck it. We can give it a try. But on one condition.”

“Yes?” Nimbus grinned, eager to try out the butch draft horse too. Maybe she’d actually like cock. If anything, it’d prove her theory about everyone being a little bit flexible right, which probably took the edge off the shame.

“If I let you try to fuck me, you promise you’ll try fucking a gay friend of mine when we come visit you next,” Alex offered. “It’s only fair that you try to be a little flexible too.”

Nimbus raised an eyebrow. That certainly wasn’t something he had ever thought about doing, but then again, why not? It wasn’t as if mounting another male would harm him in any way; in the absolute worst case, he’d just not enjoy it, like trying a new dish.

“Alright, deal. So how do you want to do this?” he asked. “I mean, you’re the one who’s supposedly not into cock.”

“I don’t know,” she replied curtly. “Let me get naked first. I’ll think about it. Maybe on all fours.”

“Gladly,” Nimbus grinned. It was, as a quadruped, his favorite position.

As Alex disrobed, the gryphon was happy to see that she was a little damp. Maybe it was a kind of universal excitement about sex, he reasoned, even if males weren’t what she preferred. Certainly, he had felt his cock twitch when she mentioned mounting another male.

After baring her small but perky tits, Alex pulled off her panties. It was made all the more erotic by Nimbus knowing that he might’ve been the first male to ever see her sex, just as he had been with Julia. And despite her rough, butch appearance, her pussy looked as inviting as any other, just a little bit of dampness adorning her plump lips.

“Don’t need to wear a condom, at least,” she commented. “You probably knocked Julia up already, so we might as well take the risk at the same time.”

Nimbus crept closer, craning his neck to nuzzle against her lesbian pussy sensually. He looked up, making eye contact with the mare while his beak was still touching her damp lips, his expression conveying both bestial need and playfulness. “We don’t have to do this, you know,” he murmured.

“Yeah, well, you already got your cock out and you’re staring at my cunt. Worst thing that can happen is I don’t get off,” Alex chuckled. “I don’t believe in all that gold star lesbian nonsense.”

“And you’re sure about no condoms too?” he asked with a sly grin. “Does the risk of getting pregnant turn you on?”

“Yes, I’m sure, if I’m gonna lower myself to fucking a male, I might as well go all the way,” she shrugged. “The risk of anything happening is basically nothing, I’m not in heat. Besides, Julia sure seemed to like it.”

“She did,” Nimbus confirmed. “Wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t. So, how do you want to do this?”

“Actually, fuck doggystyle. You get on your back and let me take control,” the draft horse stated. “Let me get comfortable with that…”

She glanced down, looking at the thick, almost equine-looking cock bouncing underneath the gryphon. In a way, she supposed it looked… not beautiful, exactly, but intense. She certainly understood why some women were into them. And it wasn’t as if she didn’t like being penetrated; she’d simply never considered using a male for it. There was some level of biological attraction, though, she couldn’t deny that. A raw, masculine magnetism that made her want him inside her.

“…that cock of yours,” she continued, finishing her interrupted thought and wresting her gaze away from his shaft.

“You’re sure you wouldn’t rather feel like a proper mare?” he teased. “Give up all control and just offer yourself to me.”

“Is that how you got Julia?” Alex scoffed. “No. I think this time, you get to be the mount.”

“Oh, wanting to reclaim a little bit of your pride?” Nimbus smiled. “I was wondering if you’d want to try a gryphon ride.”

He didn’t move immediately, as if expecting her to get on all fours. Instead, she gave him a forceful little push, and with only the slightest hint of reluctance, Nimbus relented and rolled obligingly onto his back, his beak split by a wide grin.

Alex took a moment to look at his knot, jutting straight up. It was somewhere between an equine and canine’s shaft, she thought. Alluring, and yet so primally distasteful in its blatant, shameless eagerness to sink inside her. She was halfway tempted to do what Nimbus suggested, but ultimately, no. She wanted to be in control if she was going to try stepping outside of her feminine comfort zone like this.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, it won’t become a habit,” she sighed, but then, curious about if the experience could really be as good as Julia seemed to think, she climbed onto the soft yet strong gryphon, scooting up his much larger body until his cock came to rest against her belly. His heavy balls felt so strange between her legs, and his strong masculine scent was altogether different from what she was used to.

“Or so you think, let’s see how you feel in thirty minutes,” Nimbus taunted her.

His erection stood proudly, reminding Alex of just how deep inside her it would go. It was bulbous, obscene, and it had already bred her partner.

Alex grabbed his cock and squeezed it hard, holding it like a weapon and examining it. It was alluring, almost beautiful, and strangely – comfortingly warm – despite being so gross at the same time. And then he pulsed heavily in her hand, a dribble of precum leaking down his shaft and over her hands.

She pulled off, not wanting the male’s preseed all over her.

“Go on, taste it. You have my permission. Unless you’re too much of a coward and would rather I pin you down and rut you like your slut of a partner,” he told her.

Alex felt her pride flare up. Without thinking, she raised her hand to her mouth and ran her tongue over those wet fingers. He leered at her as she got her first taste of a male. It was slimy and gross, yet much more flavorful than she had imagined, coating her tongue just as his seed would coat her eggs in a very masculine way. She let out a little gasp.

“See, I knew you’d like it,” Nimbus crooned, and then thrust up, letting his shaft and barbs rub against her slick vulva, another squirt of precum drooling down his shaft and over her already messy sex.

Alex moaned at the feeling of his barbs against her. “I… fuck, I guess those barbs have a use,” she grunted, not wanting to be beaten at her own game. “Just be a good dildo for me,” she nickered, grabbing his cock again in retaliation.

With that, before he could react, the draft horse moved with surprising speed, standing up only to lower herself again, this time letting his cock impale her. She was wet, but somehow tighter than the Arabian had been, and Nimbus couldn’t quite keep himself from moaning as her warm, silken body swallowed his girth inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch.

“Hm,” she huffed. Her grey muzzle looked a little pink as she experienced being full of real cock for the very first time. “Feels… interesting.”

“You’ll have to actually ride me to make it good,” Nimbus chuckled, flexing his cock inside her and making the lesbian draft horse gasp at the unexpected feeling.

“Give a girl some time,” she groaned, and then began to move. She wasn’t exactly graceful, not having had a lot of practice being atop a male, but nonetheless, she was determined to figure out how exactly Julia had been so easily seduced and bred. And so, she rocked her hips back and forth, eventually figuring out that if she moved up and down, the gryphon’s flared cockhead dug into her walls in a rather pleasurable way; enough to make her moan. She focused on that sensation, letting it tease and please her as she moved.

What she didn’t know was that her barbs digging into her inner walls didn’t just feel good. They were forcing her to ovulate, as gryphons did, teasing her body into releasing eggs for him to fertilize and turning the so-called safe sex into something distinctly unsafe as the mare’s body obeyed. She didn’t know that, but he did, and when her sex winked around his shaft, he knew that the lesbian mare was fully receptive to being knocked up, just like her girlfriend.

Nimbus wasn’t about to remain completely still, of course. He began to leisurely thrust up, taking an entirely different approach to what he had taken with Julia. Alex was clearly used to being the one in control, and he didn’t mind, simply helping her with slow bucks of his hips and strong flexes of his cock, keeping a careful eye on both her expression and her small but perky breasts as she moved.

“Y-yeah, I guess I get it,” she huffed after a few more minutes, her body having adjusted and rather enjoying his cock now, soaking wet as she was around him, and a strange feeling inside her belly, the sensation of a barb-enforced ovulation that she wasn’t yet familiar with. “Beats a d-dildo. Just a shame it’s attached to a male.”

It beat a dildo by a lot, but she’d never admit to it. The way those velvety barbs dug into her inner walls and plucked her nerves like the strings of a guitar had het panting with pleasure, the sensation radiating throughout her whole body in a way that no dildo could even come close to. It seemed to pull at her primal side, threatening to make her crumble into little more than another mare in heat. It was so good that it was almost too much, and her pussy felt like a sloppy mess, slipping and sliding stretched around the gryphon’s shaft and forced to contend with the exquisite sensations.

“Shh, just close your eyes, you lesbian you,” Nimbus laughed, and suddenly thrust sharply. Not so deep that he’d hit the horse’s cervix – he had learned from his wife that women did not in fact like that – but deep enough to knock the breath out of her lungs.

“Nff!” she wheezed. “T-take it easy.”

“Or what, you’re going to cum? You can cum on my cock if you want, I’m getting pretty close too,” Nimbus replied.

“This quickly?” she shot back, though she kept moving, a hand even sliding down her ever so slightly plump but muscular belly to rub around her clit.

“You don’t seem to be holding back. Come on, let yourself enjoy your first straight orgasm,” he grinned. “…and if you keep going, your first load of cum, too.”

“T-thanks for the warning,” Alex countered, not knowing that her body had already released several eggs, each awaiting to be swarmed by his swimmers. “Not in heat. I think I can handle it.”

Oh, she could handle it alright, Nimbus knew that. She wasn’t aware of the consequences of being scraped, and so he’d let her reach the conclusion she wanted. One thing was for sure, though; once she came, he’d quickly follow.

Alex was surprised at just how good it felt. She still felt a little off about the fact that Nimbus was male, but it didn’t make the physicality of their carnal union any less pleasurable, and soon she was openly whickering and whinnying as she rode, chasing that elusive orgasm. It was much harder to reach than it would’ve been with another girl, but with the help of her fingers tweaking her clit, she was getting there.

“Just be aware,” Nimbus grunted. “If you start milking me, you’ll get seeded.”

“Y-yeah, yeah, just give me the whole thing,” Alex growled in response, throwing caution to the wind and bouncing atop his knotted spire, rapidly careening towards a whole new kind of orgasm.

At that moment, with both of their orgasms approaching, it really wasn’t obvious who was in control, but that was the furthest thing from their minds.

“Last chance,” Nimbus hissed, as much as he hoped that Alex would simply ride him to the sticky, inseminating climax.

“O-one more word out of you and you’ll be wearing a muzzle or a choke collar,” Alex grunted in response. She was so close that her clit was throbbing. “J-just… let me… do…”

She pushed herself down, letting gravity take over, putting her full weight against the gryphon’s knot, and gravity won that struggle effortlessly. One second she was straining, and the next she was suddenly so deliciously full and firmly tied to the male. That was all Alex needed, and she let out a throaty, happy neigh as her orgasm washed over her as she tensed, her entire body frozen except for her wildly clenching pussy around Nimbus' cock, soaking him with her juices just like she would her favorite toy.

Then, she felt his cock throb. That, unlike her pussy milking a shaft, was a whole new sensation, and she liked it. She liked how each throb was quickly followed by a tickling injection of heat inside her as cum soaked into her body for the very first time. The draft horse shuddered, rubbing her clit frantically to keep her orgasm going as the gryphon inseminated her, and the thought that she might get pregnant only spurred her to headier heights of pleasure.

The risk, it turned out, was incredibly erotic, and she made sure to keep grinding and gyrating even after her orgasm left her legs weak. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought, savoring that feeling of being stuffed so utterly full. If not for the heat of the moment, maybe it’d have felt a little gross to the lesbian horse, but her body enjoyed it regardless, and towards the end of the gryphon’s orgasm – after his cock finally stopped throbbing inside her, after he had nothing more to give and slumped down on the floor – she suddenly broke down giggling, overwhelmed by the hormonal high.

Little did she know that she had just taken a load of very potent cum while at her most fertile, rather than at a safe time, and that sensation of being fertilized was what had her so intoxicated and satisfied.

“Oh, man. That was different,” she laughed. “Wow, I’m oozing. Seems you really went all in.”

“What can I say, I wouldn’t do anything less for a beautiful mare like yourself,” Nimbus replied, his voice a little hoarse. “And I’ll do it again when you’re in heat if you want me to.”

“We’ll see. Won’t be this vacation,” Alex said. “…but maybe, if it doesn’t take.”

Not a single drop of the gryphon’s cum escaped with his knot plugging her up, and she wiggled her hips a little, enjoying the warm, slimy sensation.

“So how do you like real cock?” he asked, after taking a few minutes to catch his breath.

“Gotta say I still prefer women with toys,” Alex smiled lopsidedly, a little drunk on the post-coital bliss. “…you weren’t bad, though.”

“And you were just wonderful,” Nimbus replied, nodding his head. “So, no hard feelings?”

“Nope. Except, remember what you promised. I’ll be bringing a gay friend along next time,” the draft horse grinned. Then, she leaned down to ruffle the gryphon’s cheeks. “And you’re gonna pound his prostate flat. Or you know, you could choose to get fucked too.”

Oh, yes. There was that little detail. Then again, seeing a lesbian enjoy his cock, Nimbus found himself supposing that he could enjoy a male’s ass too. After all, why not? In the worst case, it’d be like using a toy, and he’d just like it less.

He kept thinking about it after the act, long after the mares’ vacation was over. Everything returned to normal between him and Iris, bar for their somewhat widened horizons, which came up as they teased each other afterwards. Maybe everyone was a little bit bisexual after all.

More than that, though, he hoped that the mares would return, both pregnant with whatever the resulting hybrid was. Hippogryphs, perhaps, but he had no idea if they’d be anthropomorphic or not. Time would tell, and on that front, even Iris was excited.

As for Alex and Julia? The former did, indeed, wake up with severe morning sickness a few weeks later, which was when Alex revealed that she had known what she did all along, and scolded the Arabian for being so careless. Julia was caught off guard by that, but after a few hours of shock and getting the silent treatment by her partner, the night still ended in a fervent sixty-nine as the lesbian couple ended up celebrating the fact that they were about to become mothers.

And then, once again soaked in each other’s juices, Alex told her wife that she had taken that gryphon-back ride as well and might also be pregnant, and that realization turned the bisexual Arabian on enough that they didn’t stop fucking each other senseless until the early hours of morning, with Julia teasing her butch wife about being barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen from now on, only to be punished with so many orgasms she couldn’t walk straight when they went to buy a pregnancy test the day after.

One thing was certain, though, regardless of how many bellies might end up swelling soon; they had never been closer, and neither had the gryphons.