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Peep in the Woods

Ah yes, springtime. The best time of the year. Not only was the land blossoming back into life, but all the critters of the forest were once again emerging from their burrows to after a long winter of hibernation. Mating season had begun and Penelope - "Peep" - was doing her best to resist the temptations that her body instilled upon her, a task made much more challenging by the fact that she had decided to go out for a camping trip weekend with her friends on the edge of the city, north of the forest district.

A more reserved sheep, she was looking forward to some time away from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, preferring to get away from the busy traffic and loud noises of the city. She liked the relative peace and quiet of the forests and meadows north of town, and the noises she heard in the wild were more relaxing than stressful. Few things were as pleasant to her as the incessant drone of cicadas in the trees and the occasional chirping of birds. She loved the gentle trickle of streams and the whoosh of the wind passing through the leaves. Everything about the forest made her feel like she was at home, which is why she opted instead to abandon her friends when they started to party.

She and a half dozen of her closest friends had packed up a week's worth of food, tents, cooking utensils, and everything else needed for an enjoyable time in the wilderness, and within hours of setting up camp in a flowery meadow next to a running stream, they got out the booze and started drinking, quickly descending in a sloshed mess of half-dressed mammals slobbering over one another.

Peep didn't mind a party from time to time and certainly had no issues with private or public nudity, but the combination of the mating season being upon her and her general desire for serenity and solitude meant that she just didn't have the time, patience, or will to hold up against the booze and bared chests.

"Sorry guys, I'm gonna go for a walk if you don't mind." She said as she grabbed a veggie burger from the grill and put it on a bun. Nobody responded, so she offered a salute and turned to walk away from the camp, heading upstream. "And a sweet good day to you all as well." She said under her breath, then took a big bite.

The day had actually gone pretty well up to that point, even though it was still early. She and her posse had left town at the crack of dawn, having already packed their goods the night before. After leaving the metropolis, they trekked up the dirt road trail into the heart of the North White Woods, eventually finding the perfect clearing off the beaten path where they set up their camp. Their setup took less than an hour and they already had a semicircle of tents around a bonfire that had already been partially erected by the previous campers that had also set up their camp at their location. Soon after erecting their tents, the group had immediately popped the caps and started to drink, partying well before sundown.

Not even noon yet, and she was already giving up on the social hijinks.

Finally, she was alone. As the clamor of her companions faded into the forest behind her the farther she walked from camp, she felt her mood shift and melt into something more relaxed. This was more like what she wanted out of a camping trip, just the buzz of bugs, the whistling of the wind, and the chirping of birds. It helped to calm her and take her mind off the physical urges she was feeling. Peep knew that if she stayed at camp with her friends, she would drink and inevitably do something lewd that would get caught on camera and shared with everyone else.

Peep was trying to put that version of herself in the past. sure, there may have been a time in her life where she would gladly enjoy all the promiscuity her partners would allow, but she wasn't that sheep anymore. She was more reserved, more held back, and more dignified than that. On her onus, she would resist her temptation, and this was going to be easy.

As she made her way up the stream, she kept tight along the bank, seriously considering dipping her foot in the water to see just how cold it was. The stream wasn't exactly big, nor did it look deep, so the water might go up to her knees at most ensuring that she wasn't in any danger of being taken away by a torrential rush of water. Still, feet on the smooth-looking rocks that lined the riverbed would ensure she'd fall at least once and she really didn't want to risk losing her phone.

She was also quite aware at the irony of having her phone on a trip that was designed to get her away from the comforts of modern culture.

Really, she only had it so she could take some pictures of the landscape and forests as well as a few selfies. The lush forest was a source of a dozen new gorgeous tableaus every few steps, as there were wide-leafed ferns, tall stalks of wood and grass, flowers everywhere, a mosaic of mosses smothering trees, and an infinite number of light streams piercing the trees to illuminate the humidity and pollen in the air. Luckily, she wasn't the type to get allergic, so she had nothing to fear in that regard.

As she walked down the riverbank, she extended both her hands outward to lightly caress the flowers and ferns with her fingertips, passing through the rays of light that lanced down through to the forest floor. The farther and deeper she went into the bush, the louder and more intense the sounds of the forest grew. The buzzing of bugs was getting overbearing, and the constant chirp of the dozens of different bird species almost distracted her to the point she didn't even realize when she emerged into a nice clearing around a bend in the stream, with a large log strewn across it and a very large gryphon laying atop it.

This gryphon was mostly white, with black beak and flesh, black stripes, black speckles, and a golden brown highlight around her neck. She was fully nude, laying on her back with one knee up, the other leg outstretched down the log, one hand on her belly, and the other draped down over the side to lightly dangle above the grasses and flowers around her. The entire log - or at least the area the gryphon was laying on - was bathed in a buttery golden sunbeam, for the gryphoness was sunbathing.

Peep paused when she realized that she'd intruded upon someone's solitude, freezing in place and glancing around to see if the gryphon had noticed her. The intention was to silently turn and disappear back into the woods, keen on not interrupting the serenity she'd accidentally invaded. Slowly, the sheep turned and gingerly slipped her foot between some leaves, eager to turn away from the glade before she was noticed. The gryphon had her eyes closed, after all.

Evidently, though, the gryphon's big poofy ears heard Peep, because she turned and addressed her. "Going so soon?" She asked, voice deep yet feminine.

Her heart twisted and she tensed up, caught. "Nnnooo?" She squeaked, slowly turning back with a contorted look of apprehension on her face. She felt like she'd been caught peeping and she needed to atone for that, hence her meek response.

The gryphon turned on the log, spinning so that she was sitting up straight with her legs dangling over the side and tail off the opposite side. "You don't have to go, dear. If you are seeking peace and quiet, I find this grove to be the nicest this side of the cliffs. The harmony of bugs and birds and babbling brook are so very nice, and it would be selfish of me to hoard that to myself. Come, sit. Enjoy." She patted the log next to her, beak curled up in a soft smile.

"Oh, uh. Okay?" Peep was unsure of how to proceed. On one hand, she did like the area, and the sounds of the forest were sublime, but she really wanted to be alone and didn't want to interrupt. Still, she didn't want to seem rude by declining an offer. "I guess I can stick around for a bit, but I really don't want to intrude."

"You won't be intruding unless your presence makes my company less pleasant. You seem like a sweet little girl, so I am sure you won't be a bother. I'm just going to lay back down, if you care to join me I would welcome you." She spun back around and flopped onto her back once again, arm flopped down over the side of the log with the sunbeam blanketing her from neck to toes. "You can sit on the other side of the log, if you so chose. Take some pictures, soak it in, girl!" The gryphon's tone was lightening up, coming to be more relaxed and casual than when Peep first entered the glade.

Peep half smiled and shrugged. "Well, you're certainly not as rowdy as my friends are." She said, mostly under her breath, as she hopped across some rocks to cross the stream before ending up in the same clearing as the gryphon. When she got close to the log and noticed just how much of a size difference there was between her and the gryphon, she meekly extended her hand to shake. "The name's Peep!"

"Ceylon." The gryph responded, curling up the hand that was draping down towards the grasses and flowers to hold Peep's paw. Then, in an unexpected act, she kissed the back of her hand and smiled. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Th-thanks?" Peep squeaked, confused about the kiss. "So I just...up on the log with you?" She asked, trying her best to be polite and courteous while also having a difficult time showing how uncomfortable she was with all of this. In her mind, she was feeling a little awkward and anxious, but her original intention was to get away from her rambunctious, randy, and potentially-drunk-by-now fellow campers. Though Ceylon's invitation seemed weird at first, Peep quickly came to realize it might very well be exactly what she wanted.

Ceylon rolled back over to lay her head back on the log, smiling. "You sit wherever makes you comfortable, my dear Peeps. This is a place of zen, and if you feel like flipping upside down and sitting on your head with your legs spread in a chair position, then that's up to you. I think that would be pretty weird, but in this place, I will do me, you can do you." Her words dripped with the philosophy of a hippie or stoner, yet her tone and body language seemed deliberate and well controlled; she was not under the influence of any substance, be it potion or herbal.

Peep nodded and hopped up, struggling and kicking her feet a bit as she fought to pull herself up onto the log, which was nearly as tall as she was. Once there, she rolled onto her side and flopped back, her relatively tiny body nestling comfortably into a well rounded and soft-edged groove, the soft light of the sun blanketing her from foot to neck. She and Ceylon both were sitting with their head on opposite sides of the log, smiling and looking up as a familiar and gentle warmth seeped into them. "So, do we...should we talk?" Asked Peep, genuinely not sure if it was going to be too awkward to stand opposite one another without saying anything.

"You don't have to. Commune with the forest, speak with your soul. Or chat, it's up to you. I'm comfortable and happy either way." Ceylon explained, her voice morphing into a gentle chirp as she smiled. Her one knee was back up and both her hands were folded on her belly just below her breast mound - as gryphons didn't typically have mammalian breasts. "I admit, I'd be interested in getting to know you, but if you're not comfortable conversing with complete strangers, I can respect that."

After that, both ladies laid in silence, staring up at the underside of the canopy while a steady drone of humming and buzzing encompassed them, so loud it could have been obnoxious if it wasn't so relaxing. As it was about noon by this point, the sun was directly above them in the sky, and the beam of light was illuminating the entire grove with the speckles of dust and mist that hung thick in the air. There were no trees in the middle, but the layer of them that surrounded the clearing were all leaning in, like they were extending their branches as hands to catch as much of the sunlight as they could muster.

The warmth and the silence coaxed Peep into a state of near-sleep accompanied by the gentle rustling of leaves, and she found herself silently nodding off into a bit of a nap before the loud screeching of a bird above brought her back. She blinked, temporarily disoriented by her short-lived nap before yawning and stretching out. As she extended her arms and legs, her foot touched at Ceylon's black-fleshed paw, and she immediately cringed and clenched up, having remembered the gryphon about two seconds too late.

"Enjoy your nap?" Asked Ceylon, moving only her beak and not a muscle more.

"Y-yeah I guess. How did you know I was napping? How long was I asleep?" She asked, a little startled.

Ceylon chirped a gentle chuckle. You snore, a bit. Not much, it's very faint, but you snore. And you've been out about twenty-five minutes or so. A perfect nap, I'd say."

Peep couldn't help but blush a little. She didn't think she snored, and she certainly felt a little self-conscious about having done so in front of a relative stranger. "S-sorry about that. I really didn't mean to."

"I promise, it's fine dear. My log here puts everyone to sleep, myself included."

"But snoring...isn't that going to disrupt your zen? I know when I hear my roommates snoring it puts me in a foul mood."

Ceylon waved her hand with a chirp. "Naw, this is different. Here, any noises you make are just part of the experience. It's completely fine. Nap again, if you wish. Would you like me to wake you at a certain time? Do you have any solid plans this afternoon?"

The sheep felt a swell of happiness as this stranger gryphon seemed so keen on ensuring both remained happy and relaxed. Peep's friends wouldn't have offered to wake her, they just would have startled her awake when they wanted her or let her sleep in if they didn't need her. It was nice to have someone - and refreshing that it was a stranger - willing to go out of their way to help her and be so considerate of her needs. That thought percolated in her mind as she chuckled to herself. "I probably won't sleep again, that short nap seemed to refresh me quite well. This morning's camp setup was quite exhausting."

"Camp, eh? That's what you're doing here? Tell me, how long will you be staying? Is this a kayak trip? Hunting? Fishing? Just good old fashioned rest and relaxation?" Ceylon's questions came rapid-fire, yet she still seemed so gentle and calm.

That's why Peep was happy to answer. Usually she wouldn't even consider divulging the details of her plans with a stranger - hell, she didn't like sharing that sort of info with her friends or family - but Ceylon just seemed to relaxed and chilled to say no. "Honestly, the trip was originally intended to be for some rest and relaxation away from the metropolis, since mating season is upon us and I wasn't so keen on having every male in the region coming after me. The others just wanted to get out and drink and party and, well, probably have an orgy. I was happy to come with them to the camp site downriver from here, but they're drinking already and I just can't be bothered having them constantly feeling me up or making jokes about my wool."

"Makes sense. I know how it can be to attract all the wrong types. As a hybrid species, I somehow manage to entice every stallion, drake, and stud to me when I'm in heat, and that is just more effort than I'm willing to put out right now. I won't lie, I love their company, but I love it in small doses and only when it's in my control. I come here to get away from all that and regain that control in my life, nobody can take it away if I'm alone." She splayed out and stretched in place, her paw lightly touching at the tip of Peep's foot. "And I love meeting new people, as long as they're not rambunctious. I've only known you an hour and I can already say I like you. Maybe after your trip we might meet up back in town."

Peep reached into her pocket to get her phone. "Do you have a cell? Maybe I can add you or something, maybe go out for a tea later?"

Ceylon smirked and chuckled as she spread her wings from beneath her. "I do not. I like the idea of a cellphone, but I just don't have any use for it. I avoid calls and I don't like talking that way opposed to just being face to face."

"O-oh. Okay then. So how do I get in contact with you?" Peep asked, slowly putting her phone back in her pocket.

"I'm sure I'll find you if the skies will it. If not, then I certainly wish you a positive life. For now, in this moment in time, I'm simply content to enjoy this sunbeam. That and the egg within me." Ceylon cooed, voice trailing off as she cradled her belly.

Though the gryphon was starting to sound a bit like a hippie again, Peep couldn't help but fixate on the mention of an egg. She turned and got up to her elbow, looking over at Ceylon's naked body. "You're gravid?" She asked, ears up.

Ceylon nodded. "Indeed I am. Another reason I'm here, far away from the city. Thanks to it being mating season, I've got this egg growing in me that I'll be laying soon, and I figure if I give into the temptations of a stallion, it'll get cracked or otherwise harmed, and I don't need that in my life." She gave her belly a gentle rub, then shifted in place in such a way that Peep could see the dark flesh of her vulva, moist with arousal. This image made Peep a little uncomfortable, given her desire to avoid all sexuality for the weekend, but that didn't stop her from inquiring farther.

"So who's the father? You here to enjoy the added warmth of the sun to help incubate?" She asked, a smile spreading across her lips as her vested interest grew.

But Ceylon rebuffed her. "No, no. No father, just an egg, no little hippogryphs in there. I just would prefer to be as far away from civilization as I reasonably can when it comes time to lay. The time may come that I have to expel it, and I just can't be bothered to use those silly egg disposal porta-bathrooms nestled into alleys and next to the normal bathrooms."

Peep had cause for hesitation as she thought back to her daily life, seeing the 'ovi-potties' around. She'd never paused to think about that, but it was clearly for the uncommon avians when they would dispose of their unfertilized egg. Her eyes went blank as she had her revelation, only to be interrupted by Ceylon.

"You wanna feel it?" The gryphon offered, with hand gently rubbing at her belly, caressing the subtle egg-shaped mound. She pulled herself up to a sitting position as she grinned at Peep.

"What?" Peep blurted out, having not thought about what was offered to it.

"The egg. Do you want to feel it?" She repeated, patting her abdomen.

Peep's jaw gaped open as one eye twitched. She had no idea how to respond to such a simple and forward offer, especially not one from a stranger. Though she was lightly transfixed by the presence of nude gryphon before her, touching a belly didn't seem to be too lewd of an act. It was an egg, she may not have been too familiar with avian anatomy but it was no different than touching a pregnant mare or something.

Evidently, Peep had been staring into the space before her, as Ceylon once again repeated, this time a wee bit louder. "I don't suppose you'd be curious to see what the egg felt like, would you, Peep?" She leaned in a bit, beak agape and eager to hear Peep's response.

"Oh, uh, um. Okay? I guess so? Maybe? No. Yes. Yeah, sure, no problem. I'll touch your egg." She blushed, recognizing immediately how bashful she was being, having completely tripped over her own words just to basically say 'okay'. "If you're okay with that."

"Of course, my dear. It's just an egg. One should never be shy around the beauty of nature or the miracle of life, even if it is just an egg." She cooed, slipping off the log to lightly dig her paws into the dirt. "Come, I'm a very tall gryphon, would be very hard for you to reach my belly any other way." As she instructed, she sat onto her haunches and leaned back, legs spread to expose her vulva.

The view made Peep feel a little uncomfortable, as she didn't need to see that, but given the fact that Ceylon was naked, it was inevitable. Besides, it wasn't uncommon for blokes from home to go nude, since most genitals were well hidden in sheaths or lightly packed within a mound of fur, so one could maintain their dignity even when walking around nude. Regardless of her discomfort, she had agreed to touch the belly and feel the egg within.

And, since she was able to be honest with herself, she couldn't help but think about how sexy Ceylon looked in that position, so she slipped off the log and sauntered over, standing before the gryphon with her hands on her hips. Peep didn't want to make any sort of peculiar gestures that might give away her hidden desires, so she stepped up beside Ceylon and crouched down. "Like this?" She asked, one knee in the grass as she extended her hand to lay her palm on the gryphon's belly. For a brief moment, she could feel the firm shell pressing out against her, until Ceylon gingerly took her by the wrist.

"Not what I meant." She corrected, slowly pushing Peep's hand down her belly to get close to her plump, ebony vulva. "I meant a more direct touch, unless I misread you."

Peep pulled her hand away and wiped it on her thigh, even though she hadn't actually touched any of Ceylon's flesh. "I do fear you may have misunderstood my intentions, Cey. Can I call you Cey?" She gulped and got to her feet, nervously pacing well out of arms reach of the gryph. "Anyway Cey, I think it might be time for me to be on my way."

The gryphoness chirped in a reverberant trill as she leaned back, wings partially spread and legs parted to give Peep a proper look at her loins and the slit of rosy flesh that punctuated her nethers. "That's a shame. I was really hoping you felt the same way, two ladies looking for solitude and serenity, finding each other in the woods. I know it's strange that a stranger might expose herself to you, I understand that you want to give a visage of dignity and prudence, but I can also tell you're aching to let yourself go. With the right person in the right place, of course."

"And you think you're the right person? That this is the right place?" Peep asked, her voice a bit more assertive than usual. She recognized this bit of extra aggression and immediately toned it down in an apology. "I mean, sorry, but I'm not sure I-"

"But you are sure, Peep. I can feel your emotions, your aura emanating from your form. I can practically taste your heat in the air, it's as thick as the mist that lies heavily on the forest floor. You think someone like me just randomly shows up in the middle of the forest, preaching the exact mantras you're seeking without so much as an introduction? I know you want to have some fun, I know you're curious, and I know you're aching to let yourself loose, you just need the right trigger." She cocked her head to the side in a smirk as she slid her hand down her belly, using two fingers to squeeze at her equine clitoris and pry apart her lips to show more of that cherry pink flesh that lined her lips.

Naturally, peep wanted to rebuke her, to feign innocence or mock offense, but she just didn't have the energy to do that. The buzzing of the bugs had calmed and the chirping of the birds had nearly dissipated into nothing, leaving the two to sit in an awkward silence, staring at each other. Peep opened her mouth to speak, only to have Ceylon interrupt her.

"I will let you do anything you want to me, if only to indulge your curiosities. I'm just some stranger in the woods, nobody will have to know, nobody will know, and your friends don't need to be involved. It's just you and I and the serenity of a forest grove. What say you?" She pulled her fingers from her depths to lick them off, grinning all the while.

Peep awkwardly held at her elbow, clutching her arm over her chest under her tank top, squinting as she thought. "I don't know, Ceylon. It just seems awkward, doesn't it?"

She nodded in response. "It does, if you let it. If you don't treat it as awkward and instead embrace the tenets of the natural world, then it's just another thing that you could do to indulge."

No matter how much Peep desired to just turn and walk away, she couldn't help but feel like maybe Ceylon was talking a bit more sense than it seemed. Perhaps it was the ethereal feel of the forest grove and the buttery light that illuminated the light mist that hung in the air, or maybe it was the season that was affecting her, but Peep gave in to the gryphon's wiles. Before she spoke another word, she gulped and unbuttoned her short shorts, gently easing them down over her thighs before stepping out of the legs.

"Glad to see you're no longer repressing your urges." Ceylon joked, still leaning back and idly rubbing at her own slit, smearing her lubricant and other fluids all over her dark-skinned flesh. "You need me to guide you or do you want to go at your own pace? Whatever happens, I want you to be in control. Nothing creepier or more oppressing than a larger stranger coaxing you into something you don't want to do."

Peep just pulled her tank top up over her chest, revealing her woolen breasts and the pink nipples that were tender and full under the fur. Her tail wiggled a bit as her long ears perked up, a smile slowly spreading across her face. Though she didn't speak, her body language told Ceylon all she needed to know. The sheep was finally relenting to her urges, and had grown eager to share with this gryphon stranger.

The season was strong in her and her defenses were slowly melting away in the warmth of the forest grove.

She fell to her knees, sensually crawling forth on all fours as she licked her lips, the tone of the encounter changing drastically as she looked up Ceylon's larger body, even though she was mostly just trying to mask her insecurities and nervousness with bravado. She faked a smile and bit her lip, reaching forth to lightly touch at Ceylon's plump lips. To her surprise, the gryphon was soaking wet with a thin film of slimy lubricant coating everything from her clit to the underside of her tail, which Peep was able to tell because she slid a finger down the gryphon's lips from anterior to posterior, never going more than one digit deep.

"That's more like it." Ceylon cooed at her, reaching forth to offer a light rub on the cheek. "But I believe there is an egg in there, just waiting to be coaxed out just for you." She winked and shifted in place, widening her stance and relaxing her pelvic muscles so that her vulva drooped a bit, the meaty flesh parting naturally while the sheep idly prodded at her folds.

Peep remained brash and eager to go forward with her casual exploration, but was finding it so odd to perpetuate as she had never quite been in this position before. She'd not only never been with a gryph - so she had no idea what to expect past the bird's birth canal - but she'd never fisted someone before so she was having a hard time going forth with that. However, she was trying her best to put forth a confident image, so she slid her hand up and down Ceylon's lips, soaking her digits and palm with the natural lubricants there before converging all her fingers and thumb in one point and using that tapered shape to plunge into Ceylon.

The gryphon cooed as her toes curled, chest heaving and beak agape in a joyous smile. She seemed to be into it, going so far as to 'wink' her clitoris - something that mares were known to do - while grinding her hips downward on Peep's arm.

Though Ceylon was enjoying herself, Peep's experience went a little different. As her fist penetrated past the gryphon's lips with ease, Peep shuddered a bit while feeling the combination of the gooey mess and the soft flesh that swallowed her up and lightly massaged her every inch of the way. Slowly but surely, she pushed up deeper and deeper, finding that Ceylon's loins seemed to have no end! It wasn't until she had plunged her arm past the elbow that she finally felt the firm end of Ceylon's birth canal, her fingertips caressing the cervix and the bulge of the egg pushing down against her palm. Though the walls were snug at first, Ceylon quickly clenched firm, showing her appreciation.

"You doing alright?" She asked, noticing Peep's expression change.

"Y-yeah. Sure." Peep responded, eye twitching and ears folded back in an expression of confusion and shock, cheek peeling back at her lips in a grimace. "I've just never done this before, is all." It was clear she was a little uncomfortable, but as she wiggled her fingers and balled her hand up into a fist, she could feel the lubrication soaking into her, a deep gurgle escaping from the gryphon's depths as she squished and lightly pumped. Other than the guttural and juicy sounds of Ceylon, Peep could barely hear anything - even the steady drone of the bugs seemed to have completely stopped.

"Never done what?"

"Any of it, really. I've never fisted anyone, I've never....been elbow deep in someone, I've never cradled an egg in someone's womb, and I've never been with a gryphon."

Ceylon caressed Peep's cheek and cradled her chin, looking into her eyes to reassure her. "Well you're doing great, just have some fun with me, explore. Do whatever it is you'd like, and don't hold back. Or do. Again, I cannot emphasize that I want you to have fun." She laid onto her back, hands crossed behind her head as she brought up her knees, giving Peep full access to her loins.

Despite being quite unnerved by the ease of which Ceylon had completely engulfed her to and past the elbow, Peep couldn't help but want to see just what she could do with the gryphon. Every time she squeezed or tensed her muscles, she could feel the vaginal walls contract around her, so maybe that was the first thing she could do: lightly pump and caress her from within. "How's about this?" She asked, gulping heavily to hide the distressed look on her face as she moved in closer, resting her elbow on the gryph's inner thigh as she slowly pulled her balled up fist from her depths.

A deep, pleased rumble of a churr emanated from Ceylon's body, her head leaning back and beak agape in delight. "Certainly a good start. Just...you go ahead, do what you think I'd like, do to me what you'd want someone to do to you. Pretend your hand is a cock, and that you're pleasuring your mate - me." As Ceylon spoke and gave instructions, she arched her back and pushed down against Peep's arm, vaginal canal squeezing and ripping inward in waves, like she was trying to suck the cum from the cock to fertilize the egg.

As she had been given the enthusiastic go-ahead, she allowed the look on her face to melt into one of enthusiasm and vigor. She grinned and wrapped one arm around Ceylon's massive thigh, using the angle and leverage to push her arm right up to her elbow again, bicep rubbing on the rhythmically throbbing clit that winked and squirted all over her body and the grass between them. As she pushed through and deeper, she could feel the cavernous walls clench around her, constricting her forearm to lock her in place even as she started to tug.

In response, Ceylon flopped onto her back with her wings out wide and hands at her sides, clutching at the grass while Peep kept at her loins. It wasn't clear whether the gryphon was simply relaxing and letting the situation happen or if this was what she was planning all along, but what was clear was that Peep was having a good time, now that she could put her reservations behind her and just let loose.

"Are you ready?" Peep asked, her voice meek and cute while still being sensual and a little forceful. She didn't wait to yank her fist from Ceylon's depths with a glorious juicy squelch followed by a guttural spattering of her juices. With the gryphon's lips peeled apart and still lightly gaping, Peep immediately slipped her hand back in with ease, pumping in and out a few times while twisting and grinding her knuckles up against what she hoped was Ceylon's more sensitive region. As she pumped and twisted, she could feel a thick gooey film forming between her and Ceylon's bodies, a slick lubricant that gummed up her fingers and matted down her fur.

"Aaa-aah, ah, oh, oooooh....." Ceylon cooed, whimpering gently as her pussy clenched and squeezed as tight as it would go, constricting Peep's fist to ensure its girth pummeled her flesh every bit of the way. She indulged and reciprocated Peep's arm thrusting by arching her back and pushing down on her, but after a while pulled away and pounced on the smaller sheep, pinning Peep to the ground by her arms, grinning down at her. "Okay, your turn."

"W-what do you mean by that?" Peep squeaked, arms folded up on her chest as she curled her knees up to her belly. She knew what it meant but didn't have the dominance or aggression in her to initiate or demand.

Without saying a word, Ceylon picked Peep up, placing her on the groove of the log with her rump and legs draped over the side. She grabbed at the underside of the knees and pushed them into Peep's belly once again as she buried her beak up between her thighs, lower beak tickled by the cute bushy tail while her tongue slipped out to prod at the fuzzy wool between Peep's legs.

"O-oh. Ooooooooooh...." Peep's voice trialed off as she felt Ceylon's tongue prodding at her mound, eventually finding the flesh of her loins and pushing into her with one glorious tendril-like penetration. Though it was just a tongue - a thin, snakelike forked tongue, no less - the difference in size between the two ladies gave peep a fulfilling sense of satisfaction, as Ceylon's tongue probed and darted in and out of her faster than any male had ever done so.

Unfortunately for Peep, this tongue-lashing lasted only a few minutes, as Ceylon quickly pulled her tongue out of her and preened at the fur of her inner thighs, urging the sheep to spread her legs and giggle as she looked down over her body. "So what now?" She asked, biting her lip as she felt an aching in her loins. "Whatever it is, please don't make me wait."

"I wouldn't do that, dear." Assured Ceylon as she got to her feet, standing tall over Peep before leaning over the log and pressing their chests together. There, Cey started to idly preen and nibble at Peep's shoulder and neck as her free hand - the one not keeping her propped up over the log - slipped down the sheep's belly to curl into her tight little depths. Once again, given the difference in size even two of Ceylon's fingers seemed too thick to slip into Peep, so she used just one and curled it up to rub against her g-spot. "Is that more like it?" Cey whispered into her ear in a sultry tone.

Peep couldn't really answer, as she was whimpering and grinding down against the penetrating digits, loins clenching in a rhythmic pulse against every motion she felt. Though not as pleasing as a cock or tongue, Ceylon's finger was quite dextrous and well trained, rubbing against all the right spots in quick succession before slipping out to give a rub at the now-tender clit and lips of Peep's pussy. It wasn't until then that she reached down to grab at Ceylon's wrist, urging it back to her depths. "N-no, don't stop, Don't leave me..."

"Oh, dear. I fear I may have triggered something." Mused Ceylon as she slid her way back down Peep's body to once again nuzzle her beak up between her thighs, using the crest of it to peel away the thick layers of bushy fur, once again exposing the light pink of Peep's mound. "Don't worry, dear."

"But I do worry, with claws like yours I am a little concerned that you might slip or I might twitch in the wrong way and-"

"I said, don't worry." Ceylon reassured her as she leaned in, palms cradling her thighs and thumbs slipping in to pry at Peep's pussy lips, spreading her apart while her tongue once again explored her depths.

That shut Peep up in a hurry, and she quickly started shuddering and whimpering in delight while clawing idly at the bark of the fallen log she laid across, eyes twitching and tail pumping up and down with every one of Ceylon's tongue-thrusts. It didn't take much time at all for her pleasure to spike, hitting that plateau of pleasure as an orgasm rocked her. She'd never quite had a tongue that dextrous invading her depths, so it was intense and aggressive once its coiling length caressed her walls, hitting every single one of her most sensitive spots in quick unison.

Peep had never gone from resting to writhing in pleasure so quickly. Her breaths were growing ragged as she whimpered and fluttered in delight, body rocking and eyes rolling in their sockets as she squeezed her thighs close together, clamping shut around Ceylon's head to keep her there. As expected, that tongue just kept at her, even though it was clear she was in the throes of an extended orgasm, greatly amplifying the pleasure.

Every second that passed was like an eternity of climax, a muscle-tensing contraction of sublime existence that blurred her vision and curled her toes. The twitching and writhing sheep made every contorted facial expression she could, from biting her lip to peeling her cheek back in a toothy grin, loins squeezing and shuddering in delight every step of the way.

She was granted no reprieve until Ceylon plucked her tongue from her depths, licking up and gulping the natural lubricant as she looked up over her. Her body was still twitching and contorting in place as she looked back up to Ceylon, the larger gryphon nodding softly.

"I hope...I hope you had fun, my dear. Are you serene, now?"

Peep nodded slowly blinking heavily before struggling to get up, the residual pangs of pleasure shooting through her loins and up her spine. Once she was able to lean over and rest her head in her hands, Ceylon hopped the log to end up behind her, the chirping of birds and the buzzing of bugs picking back up around her. "Yeah. Yeah that was nice. Thanks for that, I really think I needed a release." She took in a long and deep breath, eager to mediate on the serenity that was once again taking her.

Then, out of nowhere, she felt two powerful hands on her shoulders, gently squeezing and rubbing in a bit of a massage. That was a perfect end to her orgasmic delight, a proper and well adjusted massage to cap off the day. She reached up to caress the fingers that were on her shoulder, only to find that they were pulling away form her. "Come on, don't stop." She squeaked out, tail pumping and flickering out behind her.

When no one answered, she shook herself of the post-orgasm stupor that had overcome her to look around and find that nobody was there. Despite having been in contact with Ceylon mere seconds before, the larger gryphon was nowhere to be found. No sounds could be heard indicating she'd spread her wings and flew, nor were there rustling of leaves in the nearby underbrush, just nothing.

It was almost like she was never truly there, if not for the football-sized egg resting on the log next to Peep.

"Ceylon?" She asked, eyes scanning the edges of the clearing and a mounting sense of dread building up in her, only her voice was lost to the droning of the bugs and the chirping of the birds and the other sounds of the forest. "Where did you go?"

Still nothing.

Curious, she grabbed at the egg to see if it was real. It was certainly real, as it was heavy and textured with a speckling that covered its shell. She could feel it, she could see it, and as she sniffed at the air she could smell it - a faint hint of the lingering arousal that had filled the grove when Ceylon had appeared.

Nervous and a little embarrassed, Peep covered her chest with her hands to maintain her dignity, hiding her breasts and loins both. She was alone, sans the egg that had somehow formed next to her and the remaining orgasmic moisture that had soaked the fur around her nether region. That was real, she hadn't imagined that, for sure. If it was imagined, if it was her own fingers and tongue granting her pleasure some how, then she needed to find more of whatever drug was pumping into this area of the forest, because it was one hell of a ride.

After a few minutes of silent reflection sitting on the log and listening to the sounds of the forest, Peep eventually waddled over to her clothes and got dressed, acknowledging that whatever had happened was something she intended to keep to herself. If she was hallucinating, then that was a problem. Maybe she fell asleep and Ceylon laid the egg and left in that brief few minutes. Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe she was crazy and imagined the whole thing.

A far less likely option, maybe she had met a ghost. She wasn't really the type to believe in ghosts, but given her experience, that certainly seemed like one of the most plausible explanations.

In the end, she decided to casually carry on with her walk upstream. She clutched the egg close to her belly and spent the rest of the afternoon contemplating what to do with it before finally returning to her camp to meet up with her friends.

Naturally, the first thing any of her companions thought to do was crack open the egg and make a monster-sized omelette, but Peep denied that as she'd somehow grown to be fond of the egg, possessive. Like she felt the need to nurture it until it hatched despite being told under no uncertain terms that it was unfertilized.

Or was it?