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Another storm blew in. It was a fairly hefty one, and had blown in quicker than imaginable. For Awir, it was far too convenient that he was working at the time. Not conveniently, was the fact that this was the most boring job in the world. He lounged behind the desk, stretching his wings a bit. It had been a long shift, and perhaps one or two other people had come in the entire day. With no eye candy to look at, and no one to chat with, there was nothing to do. It wasn't often that people hired ferals for front service desk-type jobs, but it happened. Even with the overwhelming boredom of the day, it paid Awirs' bills well enough. The desk was only just large enough to fit him. Same with the computer he had to work with. Any smaller, and he'd need a magnifying glass just to see the text.

Hail started pelting the glass storefront, rattling it. He didn't worry at all. This glass was rated to survive everything up to a motorcycle hitting it. Hail, even softball-sized, would do nothing to it. Might make some extra scratches and marks, though. Five minutes. Five minutes more and he could shut the place down, and go home. With no one here, he wouldn't even have to wait at all once his shift was over. Awir could just lock the computer, polarize the front, and lock the door. And that would be that. The old analog clock ticked incessantly, slowly driving the dragon mad.

He watched the arms move. There was nothing else to do. Three minutes, and the hail got worse, and larger. Several pedestrians ran by in a hurry. Two minutes, and Awir was thumbing the key combination for locking up, just waiting for the moment he'd be done. His paws cracked as he flexed them above the keyboard. After this, he'd hit up that new bar down the way, and try some of their new-

SQUAWK!

The noise shattered Awirs' evening plans. It wasn't inside the building, but the noise was close enough that it was loud. Probably some bird caught out in the hail. It looked nasty enough outside that even the dragon was considering staying in. He looked down at the computer, and pressed one key, then- Loud banging on the glass door interrupted him.

It was a bird, and a gryphon at that! He looked exasperated, soaking wet, and more than a little beat up by the hail. Against his better interest, Awir waved him through, and unlocked the door.

"Come in! I was just about to close up, but that hail is nasty enough I wouldn't want to be outside." He plastered a smile onto his muzzle. Hopefully the hail wouldn't last long.

"Oh thank goodness! I can deal with a little bit of sleet and hail, but that there is just too much!" The gryphon lost more than a few feathers as he shook out what water he could.

"You're welcome. Feel free to poke around, but to use any of the equipment, you'd have to pay." Awir typed in his password for the machine. Another customer would look good on his record for the day.

"Convenient. Do you have showers here?" The gryphon ran a paw across one of the machines.

"Yes, we do. It'd cost somewhere in the region of two hundred credits to get a week pass. And that's the smallest we have." He squinted at the tiny text he had to read.

"Cheap enough for me! Does the register take implant chips?" Still soaking wet, he made his way across the smooth tile floor.

"I think so. Haven't processed one of them, myself, but I'm sure we can work it out." The tech fascinated Awir. It was the first non-boring thing all day!

"Well, it's in..." He laid a large forepaw onto the counter. "This leg, I think?"

Even when the bird was soaking wet, the scanner worked well enough finding it. The chip was tiny, embedded just above the midpoint of the birds leg. Scanning it, the machine did all the hard work. There was more than enough to cover the fee. After hearing the usual beep-tick noise, the gryphon put his leg down onto the floor.

"Super convenient, those. You're probably about to ask me, but all I want is the smallest pass, and no extras." He clarified his order, and Awir typed it in.

"Yep, just the pass, and no extras." The dragon rang the sale through, confirming it. A receipt began to print.

"I don't do physical receipts, email is preferable."

"And that is?" More typing as the black-feathered feral told him the email.

"And that's byrd, with a 'y'!"

"Gotcha." Awir used his tail to point towards the showers sign. "Showers are that way, they don't take longer than two minutes to warm up. Come get me if you need any help."

The gryphon thanked him again, before padding off. The dragon sighed. He wasn't going home early tonight after all. He'd at least have to stay there until after the bird left. All the same, he locked the doors, and polarized the storefront. It didn't look at all different to him, but he'd been told that it makes it impossible to look in.

He stood up, and left the computer unlocked. A few quick laps around the room would do wonders for his stiff joints, and a shower afterwards would help even more. By then, the storm should have completely passed over them.

The soft carpet felt amazing to his footpaws after lounging behind the desk all day. After kneading at the soft, fluffy material for a few moments, he began his last check-up of the facility. For a smaller gym, it was still large enough for Awir to work up a bit of a sweat just going around the perimeter. He was more than glad that no one had misplaced or forgotten to put away equipment. Everything was off, only a soft speaker system playing quiet music remained. He paused at the windows, pressing a paw against the glass as the hail pelted it mercilessly.

Even when the hail hit just in front of his paw, he barely felt it. Examining the street outside, Awir breathed a sigh of relief. No one else was outside, and that meant no one needing to find shelter from the hail. He watched it for a few minutes, balls of ice accumulating on the sidewalk, and in the street. If nothing else, he was relieved that he didn't need to go out in it. At least not immediately, anyway.

He kept jogging around the perimeter after his break, waiting for the gryphon to finish his business in the showers. Whatever he was doing in there, anyway. The dragon had never seen someone take a shower for more than an hour before. His jogging had worked up a sweat, and he was a bit exhausted. Running out in any sort of weather was less than appealing to him right now. Even if his apartment was just down the street three blocks.

Awir only hoped the gryphon didn't mind company in the showers. If he did, then he'd have to wait however long it'd be until the bird was done. And, at this rate... that could be all night. The soft carpet underneath his paws turned to harsh tiles as he padded towards the showers. Everything in this building was feral-accessible, and the showers and bathrooms were no exception. Even the dragons' bulk fit through the doorway easily.

The hissing sound of a hot shower was the first thing he heard. Steam roiled out of the room. Not a surprise, considering it'd been quite nearly a full hour since he'd entered. Of course, it wasn't hard for Awir to guess which segment of the showers the bird was in. A trail of water and feathers pointed to the far segment, three dividers down. Even with the hot, humid ambient air, the water on the floor was cold. The dragon remained silent. All he wanted was to take a shower, and relax a while. The gryphon could do his thing in his section, and Awir could clean himself just fine alone.

A short, low squawk dragged through the air. The dragon sighed. Did he end up hurting himself somehow? He kept himself low to the tiled floor, concealing his size as best he could. If he hadn't fallen or otherwise injured himself, it would be best to...

What? Awir poked his head around the corner. Another squawk, this one much quieter. He wasn't quite ready for what he saw, and he could only hope the black-feathered gryphon could clean himself up. The dragon had just walked in on him stroking himself, and finishing up the moment he popped around the corner. From the looks of it, he'd been going at it for quite some time. His feathers were more than stained with his own seed.

He drew himself back silently. It was none of his business what the bird did, so long as he cleaned up behind himself. But, all the same, he chose the opposite side of the shower head the gryphon was using. Another shower hissed to life, echoing the sound the other made not a dozen feet away. Awir heard shuffling, like the gryphon was moving around. Probably was trying to clean himself off at this point, or hide what he'd done. Maybe he was a bit embarrassed he almost got caught?

Another low, quiet squawk, and a thump. Awir scrunched up his muzzle as the shower finally got warm enough to step in. The scowl erased itself from his muzzle every bit as quickly as it had came. The hot water more than eased his tired body, and restless mind.

Of course, it didn't ease him enough to forget about the other feral on just the other side of this wall. It did a pretty good job of numbing how much he cared, though. The water flowed on, in between, and underneath his scales, cleaning away sweat from the day. The flow flickered in pressure for a moment, before returning to normal. Awir was just about to consider logging a maintenance report when the gryphon started making more noise.

He rolled his eyes. At this point, he was beginning to wonder just how long the bird had been pent up to warrant masturbating this many times. Days? Months? No, at this point it had to have been years, or so he figured. That sounded awful to the dragon. More awful than being out in the hail, at least. Perhaps he should volunteer his... services? He shook his head. First, he should focus on getting clean, and then if the hail was still going, he'd consider it.

He scrubbed at his scales, and let the water pressure do the rest. Stiff bristled brushes and scale polish did wonders for his scales health, and a bit of scrubbing dislodged any that were loose or damaged. They'd grow back in a few weeks, maybe a month or two if he was unlucky. The smaller bits and pieces went down the drain easily enough, but he grimaced when he saw a gray scale or two lodge over the drain cover. Odd. He hadn't been in any fights recently, or gotten bumped at all. All the same, Awir scraped them up with a forepaw, and put them in a container. At least they didn't hurt when the came off. Besides, gray hardly went with the dashing cerulean color of his scales. It was better that it was gone.

"ggrrrh..." He could hear the gryphon growl.

"Don't strain yourself too much over there." Awir spoke.

A loud squawk rumbled through the room. Either he'd somehow managed to remain oblivious to another person in the showers, or he was just shocked. Or he disregarded Awir completely. Any of those options were fine enough to him. He was almost done with his scale coat anyway, with just his tail left to polish up. The blue dragons' wings stretched a bit, reaching almost to the other divider behind him as he turned to the side. Warm water on them always felt so nice...

Awir must have stood there for a few minutes, until he heard the telltale shuffling yet again. It disturbed him from his relaxing reverie, but replaced it with another one. Even if the hail had stopped, his brain fixated more than a bit on that bird. And, since he seemed so obviously in need of a helping paw, and so very pent up... The dragon poked his muzzle around the corner after depositing the last few scales.

"I'm over here, already cleaned up, but it seems that you might like a helping paw with that." The rest of his form followed him around the corner.

"You wha-aaah!" The gryphon was distracted by yet another orgasm, seed splattering across his already very messy fur.

"You've been going at this a while. It's been a whole hour since you walked into the showers, so long that I decided to clean up before you left. Even now, I'm already done doing that, and I figure you might want some help." He brought his tail around, and laid it on the gryphons' shoulder.

"M-maybe?" The bird was nervous, like he'd been caught with both his paws in the cookie jar.

"Well, let's see if one or two good orgasms are better than the many you've already had." He licked his lips.

Even after who knows how many orgasms, the bird was harder than steel. Awir could see that much, even with all the seed stuck in the birds feathers. When he stepped into the water, he hissed. It was hot! His scales rapidly grew used to it, and his mind had other things to think about. Things like the bird already closing his legs in nervousness.

"If you don't want any help, then I can just rinse off and leave. Maybe watch some TV in the lounge." He whispered into the gryphons neck, nuzzling the short fur and feathers there.

"No, please... help with this."

Awir smiled. He sounded so cute when he was begging for it.

"Oh? And how exactly would you like me to help?" Awir wanted to hear the bird ask for what he wanted. What he needed.

"You can-" His voice cracked. "maybe a BJ?"

The dragon could only tease him so much before he started to feel bad. The gryphon had almost perfected begging eyes, and when they bored right into his soul...

"I can do that for you." It was like a wave of relief crashed over the feral gryphon. Those seven words did so much for him. And Awir was about to do so much more.

Feathers, seed, and water mixed on the floor, making it slippery, and more than a bit sticky. The blue dragon didn't mind a bit, though. If all went well, he'd be getting a sample soon enough. And, if things went even better, he might be getting a stuffing of his own. He towered over the reclining gryphon. His own rod was no doubt already hanging out of its' sheath, but he paid it no heed at all. It could be dealt with later. But, this gryphon needed some relief right now, and that demanded all his attention.

He pried the birds legs apart. Tremors reverberated through his gentle paw grip. Poor gryphon, he almost seemed terrified. He'd give that nervousness a run for its' money soon enough. He watched with one golden eye as he sniffed at the birds' crotch. Taking deep, heavy inhalations of the potent smells that permeated the general area relaxed him more than any steamy water could. Awir loved it. And, he gave the quadruped underneath him something to love in return. A long, forked tongue flicked across his balls gently. They felt more than full, if not overfull. Round, ripe, heavy pair of orbs, hanging below the rod.

He nuzzled up against it with his head, taking care to rub only gently. Not everyone liked smooth scales on their rod, after all. All the same, it got him closer to that intoxicating scent, letting him push his wet nose into the bunched-up flesh at the base of the rod. It was almost too much for his olfactory senses, and he let his tongue hang out. Almost drooling out of his muzzle, and his tongue coiled around itself on the surface of his sac. Even around the thick rod, he could see the gryphon cock his head, and watch with sharp eyes.

It was like he'd never seen a dragon take such interest in his rod, or something. Awir could feel the pre dripping onto the scales between his horns. Soaking into them, and drizzling onto the hide underneath. Pre wouldn't do, though. He leaned back a bit, and breathed a few deep breaths. Letting the air of his lungs, warmed, and humid was a slow process. One he made sure to aim at the gryphons needy rod. Just this, and this alone caused more than a few pulses of pre to ooze out the tip. The dragon let his maw open entirely, showcasing the wet, moist home that the bird would soon be invading.

"Now just tell me... if you want to stop, or change things. Alright?" Awir wanted the gryphon to trust him before he went anywhere near his cock with his muzzle.

The gryphon clacked his beak, gulped, and nodded seemingly all at once. That was more than enough for Awir, so his work began. Strings of saliva broke as he closed his jaws a bit. He used his tongue to cover his teeth, but maintained enough pressure to give a bit of texture. It worked well enough when the bird squawked as merely the first inch met those warm lips. Awir kept his legs from clamping around his head. This was a delicate process, one that was best not interfered with. It didn't stop the twitching muscles in the gryphons legs from trying, though.

He felt the first pulse of pre jet out and hit the back of his throat, skipping his tongue entirely. The dragon growled. If there was going to be seed in his muzzle, he was at least going to get a taste! He moved his tongue a bit, placing it just in front of the tip of the rod. At least with this, not all of it would immediately be sucked into his throat. Just most.

The gryphon was racked by pleasure, and warmed by the heated water pouring over the pair. Being trapped underneath the dragon gave him more than an ample view of the dragons' sack dangling just above him. As much as he might have wanted to reciprocate a bit, a beak made for awful oral. And there were no beak covers around, seemingly. If nothing else, it'd block out the harsh ceiling lights.

Awir enjoyed the squirming gryphon every bit as much as he enjoyed the feeling of having a plugged muzzle. It tickled a special bit of his brain to see the bird underneath him at his mercy. His muzzle bumped into short fur, and stayed there for a moment. Just breathing, letting his throat and tongue work their magic. It wasn't until a stray patch of fur found its' way into his nose that he pulled back a bit, and snorted to clear his nostrils. The pink flesh of the gryphons breeding tool had even more of a lustrous sheen to it now, being coated in the dragons saliva.

Another moment, and it was like the dragon was trying to vaccuum the seed right out of his balls! Not like that would have been too awful, with the aching fullness they held. He gently kneaded at them with his forepaws, feeling the twin orbs roll around in their fleshy prison. The bird panted, and moaned softly. A noise to the dragons' ears, and telling him all he needed to know.

Black feathers and fur threatened to close in on him, leg muscles proving surprisingly strong. His legs were more than enough to keep them away, but it was awkward for a moment. Luckily, the first rope of sticky, tasty seed landed right on his tongue. And was followed by another, and another... Awir gulped every bit of it down, savoring the taste. It had been a while since he'd last been able to indulge this fantasy, and his mind was working overtime to record it all.

Drip. Drip drip. Thin drops of pre fell onto the birds beak, before sliding their way down into his chest fur. Was the dragon enjoying this so much as to leak without even being touched? Evidence would say yes. He didn't much mind, especially not with that warm, hot muzzle around his cock. And being in the throes of orgasm, it was a surprise he noticed at all. It wasn't until after the last few spurts died down did he open his noisy beak.

"Thank you... sir." He had an electric shudder as the dragon continued working his rod.

Awir rolled his eyes. He never did like being called 'sir'. Drake or even dragon suited him far more. The thought was what counted, he supposed. The dragon dutifully scrubbed the gryphons cock clean with his tongue and maw, only letting it escape his maw after he'd gotten all he could from it. With the taste of seed on his tongue, and more than a bit of the same resting in his belly, he only had one more thing he really wanted. Regretfully, that meant he had to stop servicing the wonderful rod attached to the rather attractive gryphon to ask.

"You're welcome. Don't call me sir."

"Okay."

"Anyways. I figured it was time you returned the favor." The gryphon opened his beak to speak, but Awir cut him off. "And not with your beak. We both know that's a bad idea."

"Then... what do you suggest?" A little bit of reciprocation would be tolerable to the bird.

"I suggest, that you get up off your behind... and pound mine until I'm nice and full with birdseed." Awir gave the gryphon a sultry look, and grinned.

"I-er-"

"Hmm?" The dragon had already removed himself from being above the gryphon.

"Never mind. I'll pound you good and hard if that's what you want." The gryphons voice dripped steely confidence.

"Then do it already, you stud." He wrapped his tail around his flank, playfully holding it in his muzzle.

His tongue flicked out from underneath his tail, teasing his partner. Besides, if he'd already shot out that many loads, then one more inside a submissive dragon would be no big deal to work up. Water splashed as the gryphon clambered his way to his footpaws. Seeing a hefty set of balls, and a very worked-up dragon shaft attached to the ass he was about to ream was a bit awkward. But, he'd get over it. If he could service the gryphon with little to no hesitation, then he could absolutely get mounted as well.

And that was exactly what Awir wanted. He kept his eyes forward, and chewed on his tail a bit. It'd be a bit rough with no lube, but if his partner kept squirting like he had this entire time, it would be no issue. The dragons' mind began to whirl with doubt, it took him so long to climb atop his rear. With the dragons' tail already out of the way, it was a simple matter of getting a pawgrip on that shapely ass. Awir hissed in pleasure as he finally felt that signature wet warmth pressing at his needy entrance. He relaxed, but only enough to make the birds' job easy. That hiss turned into a moan, as the gryphons tapered cock began to sink its' way in.

It wasn't until it was a third hilted did it encounter any major resistance.

The cerulean dragon had no tolerance for the resistance, however. He rolled his hips back onto the gryphon, drawing his cock into a tight embrace. With every thrust, he got a few more inches to disappear. It was tight going though, and every thrust made the gryphon feel like he'd unload at any moment. For Awir, it was bliss, feeling that thick rod stretch him open, and spurt jet after jet of pre into him. Even with the added lube, though, it was tough going.

Wet, meaty plops resounded off of the tiles as the gryphons' balls slapped his ass on every thrust. As he picked up the pace, the momentum transferred, making Awir feel each and every touch through the root of his own cock. More pre drizzled out his tip, making the floor even more sticky than it had been before. His own cock oozed enough pre to put a leaky faucet to shame. Of course, that flow increased even more when the black-feathered bird wrapped a paw around his dragonhood.

"And what have we here? Something going..." He grunted on a particularly forceful thrust. "Unused? No worries, I'll make sure those hefty balls of yours are empty, too."

Awir moaned, hearing the dirty words resound in his mind. His tail dropped out of his mouth, only to curl around the gryphons' back. With each thrust, he pulled him ever deeper into his needy, wanton form. Coiling his tail around the bird made him realize just how warm they both were underneath the shower head, and how much warmer their activities had made them. Sticky, too. They'd need another shower after this. The dragon was more than certain the gryphon wouldn't mind... and if he didn't mind, then neither did Awir.

His pawpads made for a unique surface to grind against, the gryphon smearing Awirs' pre all over his rod. Stroking it in time with his own thrusts made the sensations inside the dragon all the more pleasurable. The dragons' knot began to inflate in his paw, starting a timer that would signal a powerful climax, no doubt. Feathers and fur brushed up against his neck, and hot, humid breath left the scales and hide on his neck roiling with sensation. Just...a few more...

"Come for me dragon. I know you want to... so just-" He nuzzled underneath Awirs' short horns. "Let it all go..."

It was too much. Awir felt each and every pulse flow from inside him to the tip of his cock. Rhythmic contractions that had thick dollops of pre spurting out of his rod, clearing the way for his seed. When his body finally let go fully, it was pure bliss. His knees gave out, and he collapsed onto his side. The gryphon squawked at the sudden movement, but didn't miss a beat. With every spurt of Awirs' rod, the bird punctuated it, hilting himself on every single thrust. The contractions inside the submissive dragons' ass only brought him to his own climax faster.

Even if the dragon was coming down into a heady afterglow, the feeling of the bird tensing up, and then relaxing into it was amazing. The gryph seed being thrown inside him, and feeling those feathered balls contract gave texture to his bliss. A low whine emanated from the partner still stuck inside him. Awir let his head down into the mess that was the shower floor, letting the water drops flow across his muzzle. They both panted heavily, exertion tired them both out more than they had expected.

"That was a hell of a finisher, dragon." The gryphon crooned into his ear.

"And it was a great finisher for a boring work day, too." He brought a forepaw up, and rubbed at the birds' flank. "I needed that probably as much as you did."

"Hmm... thank you." His feathers were more than sticky, and his paw soaked with dragonseed.

"You're welcome... And by the by, name's Awir." Awir introduced himself, a bit late.

"Awir is a nice name. I'm Libra. And... apologies for the mess." Libra laughed.

"It'll all wash out, we'll just have to leave the shower on for a while. Maybe turn on some of the other ones as well."

"And, since that would take a while..." Libra pulled his cock free, and Awirs' ass clamped shut, not eager to lose a drop of seed.

"What exactly are you suggesting?" The dragon brought his head up, and rubbed at a tender asscheek.

"Well, since you you're still one behind on the orgasm count, I figured maybe you'd want to top me?"

Awir chewed on his cheek. This could be a very long evening, and since he could still hear the hail outside, even over the shower...

"Can't see why not. I'll just have to put a note on my login that said that we were 'hailed in', as it were."

"Wouldn't be too wrong, and that's the best kind of technically correct!"

Libras' joke made him giggle, his afterglow still heavy. All the same, they had a long night ahead of them, but he didn't mind. Not one bit. Especially since he had such a sexy bird to mount in a few moments...

-Fin?

(Inclement weather makes for an interesting reversal of this age-old pairing! Besides, who really wants to go out in nasty weather like that? Anyway, as always, don't forget to fav if you liked it, vote how you feel, and watch if you liked this content, and are hungry for more! Thank you for reading my shorter-than-usual piece.)