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Between a Tree and a Soft Place

Rick yawned and stretched in his bed as he heard the light chirping of birds outside his window. Outside, the sun had barely begin to rise and the land was bathed in the cool orange glow of dawn; this meant that it was time for him to get to work.

He threw off his sheets, rolled to his feet, and stood tall before bending over to touch his toes with his tail up high in the air and fins shaking gently. As a hybrid of shark and fox, he was both fierce and cute, which was an odd combination but meant he had the nicest blend of fur, skin, and features such as a long, shark-like tail with long, fluffy fox-like fur coating it, though mostly it stayed tight to his skin and never looked bushy except when he was out in the sun.

More importantly, he was an expert fisher. His job and role in the village was that of the supplier of much of the town's fish that he would start selling in the marketplace around noon. In order to get the best fish, the freshest meat, and the biggest catches, he had to get up at the crack of dawn and head to the outskirts of their territory to the lakes and rivers that served as a home for the salmon, carp, and bolties that were so well liked among his people. That's why he was up so early and why he was so quick to start stretching; he had a lot to do and a narrow window in which to do it.

Once he was done flexing and enjoying a nice hot beverage to start his day, he quickly slipped into his loincloth and tunic, grabbing his fish basket and spear and headed out of his home - a single story hut where he lived alone - and headed through town towards the northbound trails that would take him closest to the river. Few others were awake at this time, such as farmers and ranchers on the outer rim of the village who had their own plots between the village itself and its surrounding forest.

The river itself served a barrier between his people - a blend of canines and dragons living in the central forests of Kerolioa - and the gryphons to the north, or more specifically, felines and avians. The territory was clearly divided, and any of the dragons or canines that crossed were captured and punished, with the avians getting the same treatment. Sure, the punishment was usually as simple and inert as shame and temporary imprisonment at the offended party's village and rarely anything worse than that, but it was still not something that was desired by any of the locals.

Because of course nobody actively wanted to be publicly shamed for their transgressions.

Still, Rick was keen on the idea of not being thrust in the public eye for anything other than the fish he sold at the market, and catching those fish in the river that served as a border between the tribes always had the potential to lead to problems, as the river itself was not in the territory of either of the opposing groups, thus making it nobody's and everybody's at the same time. This was another reason why he was so keen on going early; if he managed to handle all of his fishing before any gryphons could arrive, he'd be able to get the best haul and make the most money.

The trip from his home to the river took about half an hour, as the trails were well cleared and pretty much direct to his location. Once there, he wasted no time setting up his basket and wading out into the shallows with spear in hand. Immediately downstream there was a bend, and upstream was a series of rocks that the river cascaded over looking almost like a waterfall, but where he stood was calm and relaxed, no more than a meter deep at most, and about ten meters wide at its thinnest point.

Rick found many of the best fish here, as it was just deep enough and the water was moving just fast enough to be the perfect habitat for salmon and carp, especially. Those were the two easiest to catch and seemed to be the best selling of his options, since the rare bolties - also known as bolt fish and were a mix of eel and fish - were far more expensive.

His game plan was simple enough. He would wade out into the river and wait in the exact middle, where he would remain still for however long it took for a fish to swim by him or touch his ankles. As part shark, he had eyes that could see into the water well, and he could even feel the presence of his prey if they were near him through the electrical fields all animals emitted underwater. This meant that if anything came near, he would surely see or feel it and could spear it! He just needed patience, and he would get a day's worth of meat by noon.

To his dismay, he didn't see any fish in the area even after waiting for nearly half an hour! No salmon, no carp, not even trout! This was quite distressing, as he could usually wade out and wait mere minutes before seeing his first prey, but there were none within range. The last option he considered was to duck under the water to see if there were any obstructions on the river bed, but still nothing.

Curious, he tried his best to focus on the shores both upstream and downstream to see if there were others fishing in the same spot, or children making noise that were scaring the fish away, but found nothing. Next, he looked at the skies to see if perhaps there were gryphons above him, but he saw none in any direction. Unsure of what the cause of the lack of fish may have been, he returned to the shore and grabbed his basket before returning to the river bank to walk upstream past the roaring of the water over the many boulders. Had he slipped on those, there was nothing he could do to keep himself from being sucked under and pinned by the undertow.

Rick possessed gills, but that wasn't his primary source of oxygen and he would eventually die if left underwater too long.

Downstream, the river made a quick bend that was so acute that the trees lining its shores blocked his vision, so if there were any others in that direction, he'd have failed to see them. That's why he went upstream, because the river bent and twisted less in that direction, plus it took him farther away from the village in case he decided he wanted to pull his cocks out and relieve himself.

After passing the torrential rocks, he returned to the water and found a nice little grassy island to set his basket down upon. This area had more rocks, which meant his footing wasn't as sure and there was a far lower chance of finding any of the bolties, but it also meant it was more comfortable for his toes and he was more likely to find salmon. However, he was finding that he still wasn't seeing any fish as far as his eyes could see! No salmon, no carp, no trout. Nothing aside from some crayfish and minnows, and those were good for little more than bait to find the real prey.

However, as he was focusing almost entirely on the water that trickled around his thighs, he completely failed to notice the blue and white gryphon who was standing on an island upstream from him. She had been squatting down to hide as he emerged past the torrential rocks, and had waited to reveal herself. "You're not going to find anything here." She said, giving him a bit of a casual warning. She wore a similar garment to him, with a loose fitting tank top with feathers and gems lining it as well as a loincloth that barely covered her unmentionables.

Rick shot up straight and held his spear in an offensive position as he was caught off guard. Then, the moment he saw who it was, he lowered his spear and sealed his lips. He recognized her small wings, the subtle fade of blue to white from her head and neck down, and the darker stripes around her face. He knew this gryphon, but he was not familiar with her even though he felt the flutter of his heart every time he saw her. He was infatuated with her, struck by her beauty, but restricted from interacting with her in any meaningful way, which was why he sealed his lips.

She was seen hunting in this region almost every day, which allowed Rick to observe her from afar without speaking to her, but she usually waited until closer to noon to do her fishing; this made him wonder if maybe he'd been wading in the shallows for far longer than he had thought.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Are you deaf or something?" She called out before stepping out from the grassy island and into the water. She was a bit smaller than him, so the water covered her above the waist and soaked her from the tail and below. "I know you're not deaf, sharkboy, so why aren't you saying anything? I'm trying to help you, here."

He gulped and gripped his spear, slowly backing away. The combination of infatuation and the nervousness that came from the rules of his tribe that dictated that he wasn't to commune with gryphons had him unable to think of a single thing to say and unwilling to risk blurting something out.

But the gryphon kept walking up to him, slowly closing the space between them with a glint in her eye. She seemed defiant in how eager she was to get close to him despite his clear discomfort, and she stopped just out of range of his spear as the water from the river flowed past the both of them. "So are you going to talk to me, or what? I've seen you watching me over the past few months, so I know you're interested." She paused to click her beak and chirp at him. "You can't seriously be taking that foolish restriction seriously, can you? I mean, technically we're not on my land or yours right now."

Rick acknowledged that she was right, as the river itself was not owned by either village and was not seen as territory to either of the factions. However, her prodding inquiry did coax a response from him. "We're not supposed to talk, regardless. I really don't want to cause a stir, and I think it would be better if you went back to your side of the river and I went to mine." He hated to push her away since she was so cute, but his people took taboos very seriously, and talking to those from their rival village was one of the greatest ones alongside mating with ferals and selling fish to foreigners.

"Ah, so you do talk! Glad to hear it. So, if you're willing to communicate, then this is me telling you that it seems the fish are all gone in this region. I've been here since sun-up and I can't find any fish bigger than my hand. Fine for a snack, but not for selling back at the market." She explained, arms folded over her chest. She was smiling, which was a little unnerving at first, but also endearing to Rick.

He shrugged, reluctantly accepting that he'd already broken the taboos and there was no point in denying her. "Yeah, all I've been able to find is minnows and crayfish. Any idea what might have happened? Is there some sort of spill nearby? Did a dam break upriver?"

She could see that she'd gotten through to him and that he wasn't going to run her through with his spear, so she stepped in closer to him to be within arm's reach. "I don't actually know. I've got up and down the river in both directions and can't find anything out of place." She paused to glance around as if she were keeping an eye out for watchers before taking the final step to him.

Rick tensed up and mentally prepared himself for some sort of attack or ambush.

But there was no ambush. Instead, she chirped happily at him while keeping her voice low. "But at the same time, I figure that since there's no fish here, it would be a shame to have wasted our time together, don't you think? I mean, clearly nobody's watching, would it really be such a bad thing if we got to know each other a bit better?" She chewed on her thumb claw, while her ears perked up and she grinned while subtly nodding, eager to hear a positive response and trying her best to urge one along.

"Wait, what? Why do you want to know be better? It's not like we can be friends, not if we want to avoid the shame that comes with it." He could have taken what she said in a very different way, but chose to keep it vague in order to not catch himself saying or doing something foolish.

She avoided eye contact as she moved in even closer, lowering her head as she reached up to her own chest and started pushing the strap to her tank top over her shoulder. "Weeellllll, I didn't say we had to be friends, I said we should get better acquainted, and that can mean a lot of things. Buuut, if you want to go the 'friends' route, then we might as well share our names. I mean, we've known each other for almost a year now despite never speaking, so we're practically besties!" She extended her hand to shake it. "I'm Ichaya pleasure to meet you!"

On one hand, Rick felt that this encounter felt somehow peculiar, like there was something she was hiding that he needed to unveil. However, she was being too chipper and upbeat for him to remain stoic towards. He extended his free hand and gave it a shake. "I'm Rick. Rick Marks, if you're not into brevity. And, uh, Is everything alright? It can't just me be who feels this whole interaction feels a bit strange, can it? We've seen each other for almost a year - as you said - so why chose today to say hi?"

Ichaya hand waved at him, disregarding his concerns. "Everything's fine. One hundred percent fine, I assure you. I just, you know, I've been coming to this river for many seasons now, I've seen you at least four times a week, I think you're pretty cuuuuute, and..." She paused to once again avert eye contact as she trilled to herself and continued to push her other tank top strap off her shoulder, speaking succinctly. "And I'm in heat but too young to be paired off with one of the drakes in my village."

Rick was taken aback by this, as this suddenly turned from one taboo to two. Three if he considered age to be a barrier, which he did. "How old are you?" He demanded, slowly stepping back.

"Old enough." She sighed. "Don't worry, I'm an adult, but a young adult. I'm not allowed to find a mate for another two years, and in the mean time it's up to me to take care of myself." She gulped and took another step to close the distance again, nullifying the step back he took. "So, do you think you'd be willing to help a hen out? Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't. I have just as much to lose as you if we're caught, but right now I just need some companionship and you're probably the closest to a friend I have around these parts."

He remained cautious around her due to the storied history their tribes shared, but at the same time he was having a very difficult time pulling his eyes away from her. She was a gorgeous bird, one he'd lusted after for many months, and she seemed to share his passion but it was incredibly hard to overcome the fears that came with being caught. Had he been seen with a gryphon, he'd be shamed in shackles as he was marched down the marketplace strip; while he wouldn't be fined, exiled, whipped, or permanently imprisoned, that sort of public display could ruin his business. He had nothing to say.

"I can see you're having a bit of difficulty with this, so let me make it a bit easier." Ichaya pulled both straps off her shoulders and let her tank top fall down to her waist, revealing her shapely breasts, each tipped with a sky blue nipple. She then reached out and grabbed the wrist of his hand not wrapped around a spear and pressed it to her chest between each of the tender, fluffy mounds. "Better?"

Rick gulped as every fibre of his being told him he should pull away and return to his basket, but his loins were throbbing in desire and he couldn't resist how soft she felt. His heart and sheath were both screaming at him to take her then and there and not to waste such a sensual opportunity, but his mind was constantly bubbling up behind them to remind him that it was a huge risk. In the end, however, he managed to smile and give her a light squeeze and a caress, his hand sliding up her chest to wrap around her neck and shoulder with his thumb prodding at her collarbone. "Better." He agreed.

Ichaya let out a long, drawn out sigh of relief. "Thank the skies! I don't know what I'd do with myself if you said no." She fluttered her wings to fan herself off before taking a few steps back, hand on his wrist to pull him along with her en route to the tiny island she came from. "Honestly, I'm just glad you are talking to me! These fishing expeditions are so boring without a companion."

"Hold up, Ichaya, are you sure it's a good idea to make whatever we're doing here a recurring thing? I mean, we're pretty far from both of our villages and the lack of fish is a good enough excuse, but is it really a risk you want to take every day?"

"I don't see why not." She responded with a shrug, still pulling him back onto her little island in the middle of the river. "As long as you're smart, and careful, and keep me as your little secret, I don't imagine our time together will be scrutinized. Besides, we're in the river! Hard to disrespect the tribe if we're not on their land, no matter what side you're on."

As they got close to the shore of the little island, he saw that it was a bit bigger than he expected and she had a fishing pole propped up with a line out to the side, which he had somehow managed to miss since it was downstream from where they met. The little platform was about two meters wide, oval, and surrounded on all sides with long grass while the middle was a relatively barren patch of soft dirt. He tentatively followed her to the island, conceding that maybe she had a point. "Well, it is a risk!"

She got him to place his spear down to the side before taking both his hands in hers and pulling him in close to her, pressing his palms against her rump. "Well, then don't let it be a risk. Just have fun, chat me up from time to time, and help me out with my urges! I'm sure we'll get along great!" As she spoke, she pressed her chest to his, breasts squishing together between them.

By this point, Rick had no real reason to resist or hesitate any further. He was talking with her, she had worked her charm on him flawlessly, and he could feel the swell in his loins as both of his cocks threatened to slip from his sheath which he knew meant that it wouldn't be long before he, too, was a slave to his urges. Of course, the fact that she was gorgeous and cute didn't help matters one bit, as he had been infatuated with her from a distance for a long time and wasn't prepared for her actions.

"That's more like it." She said as she pushed her hips into his and wrapped her arms around his neck. "See? My feathers aren't poison tipped! My fur isn't electric. And I bet I feel pretty warm compared to you, don't I? Avian blood runs hot, you know. I bet you didn't learn that when you were young." Ichaya then leaned into him and nipped at his cheek, grinding her hips against him with her loin cloth rubbing against his, her body caressing his sheath through the fabric.

In response to her touch, Rick couldn't help but push back into her, his inhibitions slowly melting away to leave him with the insatiable desire that he'd allowed to build up over the past months. He grabbed at her leg and lifted her knee past his thigh as he nuzzled her back, pressing his cheek against her beak. "Fine, you win." He conceded with a grin and a growl. "Hope you don't mind." He warned her as he slid his hand up under her loincloth to rub at her slit. He expected to have to push some panties aside, but quickly realized that she wasn't wearing any and was excited to feel his digits.

"Don't mind what?" She asked as she pushed back against him, grinding her hips down against his fingers. "Nothing wrong with a bit of foreplay; I did just learn your name, after all." She giggled and pulled herself in close to him as her weight made him fall onto his back, the two of them landing in the dirt with her on top, straddling his lower torso. Nervous, she glanced around to make sure nobody was around before lowering herself again, their bodies hidden behind the tall grass lining the island.

He still felt a little worried about the taboos involved in everything he was doing, but his blood was pumping too fast and the sensation of her physically hot body pinning him to the ground was too pleasant to resist. Rick had no idea how strong gryphons were before this, but was pleasantly surprised at how easily she forced him to the ground. Though he was not the submissive type, he loved it when he was dealing with powerful females. However, he had two problems swelling in his sheath that she may not have been prepared for.

As she pressed herself down to him, he reached around her to hoist up his loin cloth and expose his members both, each tip dripping the thin and viscous fluid of his arousal. He squeezed both in his hand so that the tips almost formed a single glans. "For that." He said, indicating his members.

When she looked back over her shoulder, she gulped a bit and the steady drone of her purring stopped. Clearly this was a little much for her. "C-can we do just one? I'm not sure if I can fit both. I mean, I'm not a virgin or anything, but I'm not in the habit of more than one at a time." It was clear from the way she tensed her rump and flicked her tail that she wasn't interested in anal, either.

"Sure, we can do that but, uh, not sure if you're okay with getting a mess on your belly." He warned. "So it's up to you one way or the other, just please be careful! I'd hate to get bent due to bad aim." He gulped and whimpered a bit at the thought, having once had a canine companion of his get a bit too vigorous to the point where his tip slipped out of her just enough that it didn't quite make it back in her when she sat back down on him. Not a good day for him, and not one he wished to repeat.

But Ichaya seemed to not take his request seriously. Instead, she reached down between her legs and wrapped her fingers around one of his shafts while pushing the other one away. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. I'm sure I'll figure it out. Now shhhh, there's nothing worse than ruining the mood with words." She pressed a finger from her other hand against his lips as she slowly descended upon him, her hot-fleshed lips swallowing him up with ease.

She let out a long, drawn out exhalation followed by a meek whimper as she offered a powerful contraction of her depths to squeeze him in place. The gryphon lass clicked her beak and trilled gently as she started to slowly bounce on him, one hand on his chest and the other wrapped around the second cock that was rubbing between her belly and upper thigh as she thrust. It was clear she was enjoying herself and loved being in control, so Rick offered only the faintest of bucks up into her to accent her motions, his second cock leaking precum over her fingers to soak his belly.

This was not ideal for him, as he felt he could have gotten both into her - she seemed tight, but also malleable enough to take him - but that didn't detract from her pleasant motions, each deliberate bounce on his cock accentuated by a subtle twitch of her pelvic muscles. She really was working him with her depths while her other hand stroked at his member. A handjob and sex at the same time seemed like a good idea, but only served to make his two cocks unsure of what to do or focus on.

"You know, you're not much different from a gryphon." She squeaked out between subtle gasps of pleasure. "Love the ridges, and that knot, I'll get it soon enough."

Rick brought his hand up to press against her beak. "Shhhh, remember, talking ruins it!"

Ichaya clasped both hands over her beak with a giggle. "Oh, right! Sorry, I forgot." She leaned down against his chest and started rocking back and forth, trying her best to keep her body hidden behind the height of the grass surrounding them, just in case. Before long, she had hit a nice pace with her body moving in waves against him, her gumption picking up a little bit at a time as the sounds that came from her beak grew higher in pitch. It was clear she was trying her best to stop herself from speaking, which was cute to Rick, or would have been if he wasn't distracted by his one exposed cock.

The more she grinded against him, gyrated her hips, and slammed her lips to the end of his sheath, the more sexually frustrated he grew. He needed that second cock buried in something if he was going to finish, and it didn't seem she was all that interested. Ichaya seemed satisfied to take just one, which was fine in theory except his twin members were perfectly slotted to one another to act together, thus being treated as a single cock. Sure, he could usually fool around with just one at a time, but the severe difference in temperature between the heat of her flesh and the cool of the morning air was too much of a distraction to overcome no matter how fun she was to lie with.

"S-say Ichaya, I don't suppose I could convince you to try for the second, could I?" He offered, reaching down to wrap his fingers around the base of the knot of the member that was rubbing between her thigh and belly. "I mean, I don't want to sour this fun we're having, but I would really love if I could feel that heat of yours, you know?"

She paused her gentle grinding and bucking to glance between them to get a gauge on his cock, the one outside of her. The gryphon lass then clenched her loins as if to take a measurement before nodding and chirping at him. "Sure, I guess I can try! I mean, it might still be a bit too big for me, but I want to make sure you enjoy this as much as I am. Yeah, let's do it!" She pulled herself off his cock and reached down between the both of them to squeeze his cocks together, ensuring his tips both were converged into a single point before easing herself back with a look of concentration on her face.

Once both members popped into her, parting her lips and slipping deep into her canal, she let out an inaudible gasp and threw her head back, wings aflutter with her body raised above the grasses. It was clear that the pleasure she felt from the gentle stretch was enough to nullify her concerns about getting caught, at least for the brisk moment before she lowered herself again and pressed her chest to his, breasts squished to him. "Okay, so you were right, this is better." She whispered in his ear as she started to slowly return to her slight grinding and bouncing on his twin members.

"I thought so." He responded with a knowing growl as he slid his hands down to her hips, pushing her down harder onto him in the hopes that he could pop the knots into her. His best climaxes came when he was able to tie with his partners, and while he wasn't an expert on gryphon anatomy, he did know that the drakes possessed knots, so she would certainly be able to take him.

However, desperate as he may have been for that sweet release, she didn't seem at all interested in indulging that part of his body. Despite that, she certainly had the passion needed to pleasure them both! Once she took his twin members inside her, she started aggressively bouncing on him, rocking back and forth so that her lips slid up and down his shaft, rubbing from tip to the top of his knot. She seemed to be enjoying herself quite thoroughly, as she had closed her eyes and gaped open her beak in a silent squawk of delight the whole time.

Her fingers gripped at Rick's chest fur and her tail curled around his ankle as she clenched harder and harder, loins constricting him a bit more thoroughly even as she picked up her pace. Before long she was at the point that she was riding him hard and deep like a whore, her depths expertly tugging and squeezing him with every motion. She had lost all semblance of modesty and was sitting straight up on top of him, hips twisting and gyrating at the apex of every thrust.

Rick was enjoying himself enough to not worry about the danger of being caught, allowing himself to get lost in the moment by cradling her breasts and wrapping his hand around her chest for extra leverage; but at the same time he felt like he was being teased. Without that pressure around the base of his knot, he knew that he was not going to climax, at least not in the traditional way. Given this knowledge, he slowly traced both of his palms down her belly as she bounced and gyrated on him, prepared to grip his own knot in order to manually trigger his orgasm while she kept at him.

However, in the split second before he wrapped his fingers around himself, Ichaya threw her head back and clenched down as hard as she could, a powerful trill escaping her beak as a purr came from her chest. He could feel the increased heart rate coming from her depths as every wall of hers grew hotter and wetter than before. Rick may not have been an expert on gryphon anatomy - a truth that was becoming increasingly evident the longer he spent with her - but he was pretty sure she came.

This was great for him, as the added heat and the twitchy pulsations of her flesh would have been perfect for him to thrust into, but she flopped down on him and stopped him from moving as she traced her finger around his lips, coming to boop him on the snoot.

"That was fun." She said with a giggle and a smile. "We should do it again sometime."

He was about to protest, to tell her he hadn't finished, when she glanced back at her pole to see that the lure was being plucked by something. The excitement at having a catch drew her off Rick's loins, his cocks tugging out of her as she got to her feet and let her loincloth fall to her thighs. "Sorry about this, I gotta catch this fish!" She told him with an apologetic tone as she began to fight with it.

Rick rolled to a sitting position and watched as the fish splashed and she reeled it in, slowly bringing it closer to shore between two rocks that distended the water's surface as the river flowed over them. Once the fish got close enough, she grabbed his spear from the ground next to him and threw it into the water aimed at the fish. The splashes stopped even as he protested, reaching out towards his spear which was now sticking out of the water.

"Aha! Got it! And this is a big one!" She declared before diving in after it. The gryphon lass yanked the spear from beneath the surface to reveal that it had impaled a salmon so big that it dwarfed her, its body longer and thicker than her torso. She forced the spear all the way through its corpse and yanked it out the other side while gape grinning at him, so excited that it was like she struck gold! "This will net me enough coin to last me a week! Thanks so much for being a part of this!" she then leaned in, pecked a kiss on his cheek, and immediately made her way to the opposite shore of the river where she disappeared into the woods.

He stood in disbelief, barely able to process what had just happened. She went from sensually lustful to diligent hunter in a matter of seconds, then after catching her fish, disappeared as it they hadn't just used Rick for her pleasure and bolted.

In an odd way, he couldn't help but laugh at the situation, knowing that it was usually the male who bolted after making a deposit. Humorous or not, he still felt pent up as he hadn't finished and she had. Not only had he not finished, but he had two rounds in the chamber - one for each cock - and his groin was growing tense with the need to release. Once he collected himself, he decided it was in his best interest to get back to work and act as if his entire meeting with Ichaya hadn't happened.

Even though it did, and he loved every minute of it except the last.

Taboo or not, she was a cute gryphon, and he sincerely hoped that he saw her again the following day so he could finish what he started. In the mean time, he had fish to catch and a mystery to solve, so he collected his spear and basket, and headed upriver once more as the chill of the water shocked his cocks back into their sheath. There, they would remain dormant, at least until his next encounter with a gryphon.

Rick's trek upstream was relatively uneventful for the better part of an hour as he trudged past rocks, around bends, and through deeper areas which forced him to swim until he ended up in a more open portion of the river that was flat, wide, and so shallow that it didn't even come up past his knees, where he could see the mountains in the distance. There, he saw what he felt might have been the source of the disturbances that had ensured that no fish were swimming downstream.

It was a gryphon, about the size of a small horse or large donkey, playing and splashing in the water right where three different tributaries were all funnelling into the river that functioned as the border between his people and the gryphon people. Somehow, Rick assumed that the feral avian was stopping any fish from making their way to the places he usually fished. He had no idea of knowing for sure if she was the cause, but when he got closer to her he could see beyond her that there were entire schools of fish hiding in the berth of the river as three turned to one.

This posed a conundrum for him, since he knew he had to capture at least some fish before going back home to sell them, but he had no idea how this gryphon would react to him, so he kept his distance while formulating a plan in his mind.

All was for naught, however, as the gryphon turned to face him, standing tall with her wings spread and beak agape in a threat display. Not only was she not taking kindly to his presence, but this was no sentient gryph; she was feral, and therefore unable to be reasoned with. He gripped at his spear, ready to use it if she decided he was enough of a threat and tried his best to assess his escape plans only to realize that he was too far away from either shore to get away in time.

His worst fears were realized when the gryphon started barrelling towards him, galloping like a horse with every step of her feet kicking up a splash in between the flutters of her wings that kept her buoyed in the air in between bounds. He was ready for her, and he would not be prey to a bird! At least, that's what he kept telling himself as she quickly closed the distance between them, his hand gripping ever so firm on his spear, ready to plunge it through her once she got too close.

She kept at him, eyes narrowed and body sleek to ensure she could go as fast as she could towards him, only to slow down and trot the last few bounds as her expression changed from intensity to compassion. Her ears went up, her beak gaped in a grin, and she chirped lightly towards him with her feathers fluffed out and wings partially spread. A display of contentment, not conflict.

This confused Rick, as he had no way of knowing if this was something he needed to be concerned about. He held his spear close to his chest with the pointy end towards the gryphon.

A pointy end which she disregarded completely as she stepped up to him, pushing the spear away with her beak before leaning in and nuzzling at his belly. She twisted her neck and started to sniff at him, taking in his scent to tell her all she needed to know about this shark-fox hybrid. Or, more specifically, about his recent encounter with a gryphon. She was mostly sniffing at his crotch, with her ears twitching and shifting every few sniffs before she nuzzled under his loincloth and rubbed his sheath, prompting him to back away and cover himself.

"No!" He barked at the gryphon as he grabbed his spear farther up its shaft, pointing it towards her. He had no interest in having some feral beast - a gryphon, no less - feeling him up. It was bad enough that he had let Ichaya get the better of him, he wasn't going to let an animal take advantage of him as well. That was so much worse!

Fortune was on his side, however, as he was able to lightly push her away and she didn't appear to be the type to get angry about that. She wasn't attacking him, she was merely curious, so he didn't feel bad about sidestepping her and heading to the shore in order to get closer to the fish she'd trapped on the other side where the tributaries met.

Mere minutes after the gryphon stopped harassing them, the fish all blew past his ankles through the shallow water, hungry to return to their mating grounds downriver. He was about to start spearing at them - turning his spear into a fish kebab - but was apprehended by the gryphon barrelling over him, playfully tacking him to the ground with her shoulder to stand over her, a playful look on her.

"Stop it!" He growled as he reached around to try to catch one of the fish that were swimming around his partially submerged body. When he went to get up, she nuzzled him on the chest, knocking him over again and forcing him onto his rump.

From there, she sniffed at his crotch again, using her beak to nuzzle under his loincloth and her long tongue to lick at his ball sack and sheath.

This felt wonderful and was just distracting enough to make him hesitate before roughly pushing her away and scrambling to his feet, where he was able to quickly rush to the shore with basket in one hand and spear in the other. "Stupid birds; does she not realize I'm not-" He was interrupted mid grumble by her beak nuzzling up under his tail to be cradled between his thighs, tongue now prodding at his groin from that angle.

"I said stop it!" He hissed, turning to tap his spear to the basket in a vain attempt to scare her.

She didn't get frightened in the least, and instead reached forth to grab the spear in her beak and lightly chew on it like a pet dog with a bone. She didn't tug it out of his hand, but seemed to be playful nonetheless, chirping and purring and tugging on the spear with little concern for Rick's threats.

He yanked the spear out of her beak and glared at her. "Leave me alone, beast!" He commanded before slipping his way deeper into the woods in an attempt to get away from her and put some distance between them. The problem was that he was facing a bit of a conundrum. He felt that the only way he was going to get her to leave him alone was to go back to her village, where no gryphon dared to trek, but at the same time he had to fill his basket with fish or he would be shamed upon his return.

So much shame. No matter what happened or what he did, there was always some risk of being shamed. Leaving the village was worthy of shame. Talking to gryphons was worthy of shame. Coming back home without fish was worthy of shame. Everything had the potential to bring shame to him, so he almost felt like he might as well sin as thoroughly as he could by now. After all, if he was going to be shamed, he might as well go all-in.

For a brisk moment, he considered letting the feral gryph that was following him through the dense forests have her way with him. After feeling the warmth of Ichaya's sex, he could only imagine what it was like inside a feral gryphon; it was something he fantasized, but never dared to do anything of the sort because of the risk of being caught. For that brief moment, his mind wandered to a place that permitted such curiosities, as he was so far away from the village that the chances of being seen were practically zero. For that brief time, he caught himself wondering what feral gryphon pussy looked like.

He wouldn't have to imagine much longer, as mere seconds later the gryphon leapt in front of him and got into a pounce position with her chest down to the ground and her rump up at his face level, tail up to expose her plump, black-fleshed lips that were already soaked with arousal. It wasn't hard to tell that she must have been in heat as well as Ichaya, making this breeding season for their kind.

Though he was curious and wanted to reach out to touch her - just for the sake of curiosity, certainly not for his own delight - he managed to shake himself free of her feminine wiles and walk past her, eager to put that image of her hindquarters out of his mind.

But she was tenacious in her exhibition, as she quickly bounded past him and nuzzled his side along the way before presenting herself a second time, only her followup had her much closer. So close, in fact, that her long, prehensile tail curled around his midsection to pull him into her as her vulva parted and her clitoris pushed itself out to reveal her cherry pink insides.

Rick's experiences with horses were limited, but from what he knew and heard, he gryphon's vulva contractions and clitoral protrusion was called a 'wink', and it was pretty much exclusive to equines. This tossed what he thought he knew about gryphons in the trash, but was enough to keep him interested and curious. Of course, he was also partially coiled by her tail so he had no choice but to get a better look at her lady bits, which were literally dripping with anticipation.

It was quite clear that she was in heat, and that his encounter with Ichaya from earlier had left a scent on him that convinced this feral gryphon that he was down to mate with birds. This realization made him realize that he would need to wash off thoroughly before returning to his village, lest a pure canine sniffed the bird pussy juices on his groin!

He ducked out from under her tail and made a bid to rush back to the river, only to have her leap forth between him and the next wall of trees. She lowered her ears and hissed at him as she swung her hind end around to once again present herself to him, eager to have him force himself on her.

By this point, he was ready to actually stab her - lightly, of course - to let her know that he wasn't interested. He was, but he didn't want her to know that, for he'd already gone far enough into the territory of taboo and didn't want to make it worse by mating with a feral, no matter how clear it was that she demanded his flesh. However, just as he was about to duck under her tail and keep on his way to the river, she pressed her rump up against his belly and pinned him against a tree, tail wrapping around the trunk of it and his midsection to ensure there was no chance of him escaping!

He growled and hissed and tried to push her away, but she was far too strong for him and her tail was constricting him like a snake! He had only one option for escape: his spear. He was about to raise his weapon up and give her a poke when he felt the warmth of her pussy lips grinding against his sheath through his loin cloth, the moisture soaking through and coating him from tip to balls.

Rick's vocalizations went from growl to a light whimper as the residual desire from his time with Ichaya flared up, which in turn tore down his defences to allow him to enjoy the sensual pleasures that were thrust upon him. He gritted his teeth and tensed up his muscles to still stab at her, but then let out a long, drawn out sigh as he dropped both spear and basket to either side, conceding defeat.

She felt wonderful against his touch, her flesh was even hotter than Ichaya, she was wet enough to soak through his garment and the fur around his sheath, and above all else she had him pinned. There was virtually nothing he could do to stop her from having her way with him.

With a hint of reluctance but just enough curiosity and desire to overcome it, he pushed his loincloth to the side and exposed his twin members to her velvety flesh, the warmth of her quickly enveloping his groin the second she felt his members against her. She arched her back, pushed into him with all of her might, and squeezed the tree with her tail until she felt both of his tips pop into her at the same time, her walls swallowing them up with ease as she began to grind and chirp back at him.

He bared his teeth in a snarl, trying his best to resist her sensuality but failing miserably. The tingle that came from her inner walls caressing his length was too much to handle, and the residual pleasure from his session with Ichaya had left him so close to orgasm that he had little to combat the gryphon's aggressive sexuality.

The hybrid's shark-like tail slapped against the side of the tree trunk as he leaned back, one hand on the base of her tail so that he could peel it back and expose her black flesh from rump hole to pussy lips, revealing the glorious image of his members sliding in and out of her against every one of her contractions. He could see her walls pulsating in delight in time with her subtle motions, plump rump cheeks squeezing against his thighs to suck up as much of his length as she could. He could feel her winking clit grinding against the underside of his knots, caressing him gently while the rest of her squeezed and clenched as hard as it could.

Rick had to stop himself from blowing right then and there, as she had squeezed both of his members together while her supple lips caressed his knots to give him a series of gentle kisses and pecks. She felt wonderful - better even than his own kinds - but the more he enjoyed himself the more he felt guilty for allowing himself to feel that way.

These taboos were in place for a reason, and the more she grinded and pressed herself against him with her body pinning his to the tree, the more he began to think that maybe fraternization between gryphons and his kind was prohibited because it felt so good, and that if people from his village knew how wonderful and warm a gryphon's depths were or how much muscle control they possessed, his people might abandon their own kind and breed outside their species!

Silly thoughts, of course, but that didn't stop him from slamming his foot down and grunting as he bucked up into her, his cocks twisting and rolling inside her to get a better angle for penetration.

Both of his pink shafts were glistening, coated in a film comprised of a combination of his natural lubricants and her silken arousal that dribbled between them and trickled over his balls. She gave yet another grinding push back against him, her lips swallowing him up all the way to the base and even past the knots before she winked once more to close her vulva around him. Her depths had taken him completely inside her, effectively tying them together as her lips clenched beyond his knots and tugged on his bulbous lobes, which seemed like the perfect way to end.

This was the perfect trigger for him, as he'd been waiting to feel the supple flesh of another wrapped around the necks of his members. He didn't have to grab himself to press those buttons before she squeezed and tugged a second time, his members both disappearing into her with the black flesh of her slit cradling his sheath and her rump pulsing every time she offered another constriction.

He couldn't last long, not after the tease earlier in the morning and his lowered guard due to how hot her flesh felt compared to his. He grunted, she chirped, and he whimpered before gripping both of her hips and bucking into her with all his might, pleasure finally bursting through for his climax! He felt both cocks explode into her at the same time, the warmth of his seed filling in the cracks between his members and soaking her inner folds, triggering another clench from her.

Together, they worked in unison to maximize their pleasure, with her lips still wrapped tight around his knots and his members both throbbing to pump more of his seed deep into her. He let out a growl and a grunt as he felt another burst of his cum erupt into her, the thin jets of seed splashing and coursing through her depths with relative ease. A grin slowly spread across his face to show his teeth as he leaned over her haunches, finally in the sort of mood that allowed him to forget about the taboos, disregard the rules, and focus entirely on the pleasure that was being put upon him.

However, in the throes of his passion, he failed to see that the gryphon seemed to be content with his offer of seed, as she relaxed her tail's grip around the tree and stepped away, leaving his cocks to slurp out of her with a thin trail of cum bridging between her clit and both of his tips.

She curled around and licked at herself to clean her lips of his mess before spinning and chirping at him, playfully pecking his chest, then bounding away into the dense foliage of the forest that surrounded him, leaving Rick alone with his back against the tree and his cocks spurting the last bits of fluid onto the mossy ground before they started to shrink and retreat to their sheath.

Still lost in bliss, he let himself slide down until he was sitting on the roots of the tree, one hand on his spear and the other on the handle for the fish basket. In the wake of his brisk yet wondrous moment with the feral gryphon, he had a lot to think about. Two taboos in one day, and both proved to be far more pleasant than he expected.

What he wasn't expecting, was to be caught.

"So, I see you've taken to our kind." A voice chirped at him from the canopy above him. It was Ichaya with a bow in one hand and a less revealing tunic that covered her from shoulders to knees. "Yeah, I can't blame you. Ceylon will do that to anyone."

Rick quickly covered his crotch with his loincloth, embarrassed that he'd been seen mating with the feral gryphon. "S-so you saw that, did you?"

She hopped down from the tree and made her way to him. "Don't worry, I won't tell." She then extended her hand to help him up. "Just further proof that this stupid ban on intermingling is stupid."

He happily accepted her help and got to his feet, leaving the basket on the ground next to him with spear in his other hand. "Why are you here, exactly. Isn't this still technically our land? Aren't you worried about getting caught hunting here?"

Ichaya shrugged and fluttered her tiny wings. "Not really. Nobody comes this far north from your tribe, and I catch the best vermin here." she tapped her bow to her chest. "Besides, I sold the fish almost instantly and figured I owed ya one. You helped me out of my rut when I needed it, and I know I kinda left you needy, so it was my turn to take care of you. Turns out, you found a pleasant alternative."

"Indeed." He admitted. "Not on purpose, though! I didn't want to, she just wouldn't let me g-"

"Calm your tail, Rick!" She interrupted him, then gave him a knowing wink. "I know how she is, and I saw enough of it to know she took advantage of you. I also know you loved it."

He nodded, half shamefully but also proudly. "Yeah, I did. Are all of you gryphons so hot?"

Her feathers fluffed in pride as she grinned. "Thanks for the compliment! Nice to know I'm attractive!" She then took his hand and tugged him along before he could say anything, tail wrapping around the handle of his basket. "Come on, let's get you back to the river. The fish are back now and you gotta get yourself cleaned up so nobody knows what you did."

The two of them worked together to fill his basket with enough fish to cover him for days before she gave his cheek a light kiss and smacked his rump, sending him on his way back to his village. This left him longing for the gentle caress of feathers once more, desperate to feel the heat of their depths squeezing him tight. He may have been converted.

He truly did have a lot to think about concerning gryphons.