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"Seating for how many?" The large peach and magenta dragon asked Ceylon. He was the greeter at The Near and Dear, one of the most fun and well-established locations in all of Klyneth, famous for the fact that it was adults-only and therefore nudity and sexuality was readily encouraged.

As the CEO and core founder of NoThEn Labs, Ceylon was happy to endorse any establishment that held such values. She was a black and white wingless gryphon without any distinct gender attributes, a cause of contention among some of her contemporaries. This wasn't a problem, though; she preferred living in a world where her gender wasn't important to her success and loved seeing people squirm when trying to figure out what to call her. As far as Ceylon was concerned, her body of work should speak for her, not what sort of equipment she packed between the legs.

Her company - named after the concept of how sex is 'not the enemy' - was at the forefront of sexual liberation in the region and had put billions of coins into research for sexual sciences, sex education, and helping to demystify sexuality while normalizing many fetishes. It was natural for her to embrace nonbinary gender roles or non-traditional beliefs about what makes a person whole. As such, she was more than happy to invest in any company that held the same beliefs and The Near and Dear was one of the only locales in all of Klyneth that did so. "Four, please." She said with a polite chirp.

The greeter dragon bowed and smiled. "Restaurant or tavern?"

"Restaurant for now. Can my party move to the tavern later if we feel so inclined?"

"Of course, just be sure to let us know before you switch from one place to the next. Follow me." He grabbed four menus and helped to guide Ceylon over to the right and past the barriers that divided the two halves of the establishment, eventually coming to find a nice little corner booth with two spots on either side and a rather large table in the middle. "Does this work?"

Ceylon shook her head. "Perhaps not. Two of my guests are rather large and might need somewhere a bit bigger. Wings and thick tail and all that. How about over there?" She pointed to the opposite corner where the booth was a U-shape lining either wall. "I think that will do just fine."

"Very well." As the dragon guided Ceylon over to the corner bench, he offered a few words. "The name's Rime; if you have any concerns or issues, please come to me. I'll put a stop to any ruckus that's caused and solve any problem if it arises. Try to not handle it yourself, eh?"

"Of course. I wouldn't dare stir the pot here; I like this place." Ceylon smiled and nodded, slipping into the corner of the booth and happily spreading out the four menus evenly for when her guests arrived. "Do I just raise my hand and call your name?"

Rime nodded. "That's all you gotta do. My eyes are peeled and don't miss a thing within these walls. If I somehow miss something, Neera will catch it." He then winked and gently bowed before returning to his spot near the front door, where he waited for the next guests to seat.

The Near and Dear was comprised of four distinct quadrants each with similar but unique purposes. On the main floor were three of them: the restaurant, the tavern, and the club. Since the building was triangular, those three quadrants were equally sized and shaped. The restaurant served food and was a bit more more traditional while still encouraging sensuality, while the tavern served alcohol, had a stage for performers, and was a bit more enthusiastic when it came to nudity and unencumbered sexuality. The club, however, was where plenty of kinky stuff happened. Strippers, live sex shows, music, dancing, orgies, all sorts of unfettered kinkery. Ceylon considered going there but chose to instead start at the mildest of the three locales on the main floor.

On the second floor was the brothel quadrant. Up there, anything went. Ceylon had never been on the second floor but had researched the facility before stopping by so she knew how it worked.

She grabbed her cellphone out of her pants pocket and started tapping the screen with her thumb, checking to see if her guests were nearby. Above all else she wanted to celebrate, and she wanted her friends to join her! That was why, unbeknownst to Storm, Tymbre, and Jackson, she intended to pay for their meals and drinks for the night. The occasion? She discovered The Near and Dear and felt like celebrating the fact that more establishments were taking on her mentality towards sexuality and liberation; plus, she had a meeting with the owner - Neera the mare - the following morning to discuss a business partnership wherein Ceylon would provide funding and potions for her.

Within seconds of checking for messages, Ceylon got pinged back by Storm. The message said simply, 'on my way, there in five'. Seemed about right, given the time of day and the traffic in the northern region of Central Klyneth. Next came Jackson, who said, 'running late. Sorry.'

Finally, Tymbre said only, 'here' literally seconds before swinging open the front door and being greeted by Rime. He spotted Ceylon and waved, informing Rime he didn't need to be seated.

"Hey there!" Ceylon chirped as she waved back. "I got us seats!"

Tymbre made his way next to her, pausing to stand tall next to the table as he wagged his tail. He was a tall, thickly build canine with lightly shaded blue fur, a glorious black mane, white on his belly, and black on all four of his paws. Compared to Ceylon, he was massive, easily fifty percent taller and twice as wide at the shoulders. He wore only a simple button-up shirt and black shorts. Once he sat down, he sidled up next to Ceylon, grabbing a menu as he did so. "Nice to see a place that accommodates larger folks such as myself."

"Yeah. Very accommodating place overall. They even have booths for quads but I don't need anything like that." She returned the affection by getting in closer to Tymbre, so close she could feel his natural heat without actually touching him.

He was about to say something cheeky when their server, a purple and creak shark boy, stepped up to their table with a notepad in hand and an apron wrapped around his waist. He wore nothing on his upper body and very little on his lower body - not uncommon for scaled creatures or folks with internal genitals. "Hey there gentlemen! My name's Kiaki and I'll be your server for this evening. Can we start you off with a drink? Perhaps some potions in case the night goes well?" He ended with finger guns.

Though the server hadn't said anything wrong, Ceylon still found herself grunting as she stifled a laugh. "Not a gentleman myself, but I'd love to start myself off with a fruit cocktail!"

The server's eyes went wide as he gulped; it was like he'd just been caught doing something heinous. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize! I just thought, you know, the shirt and the lack of breasts and-" He was patting his own chest to emphasize when Ceylon cut him off.

"It's fine, I promise." She cooed at him. "I get mistaken as male all the time and being gay is a widely encouraged thing around here. I'm sure if I cared that much about clarification I'd grow a pair of tits. Don't worry about me, just get me that fruit cocktail and take this gentleman's drink order."

Tymbre growled and grinned. "Aww, you called me a gentleman. It's almost like you don't know me at all!" He folded up his menu and looked up at Kiaki. "I see you have some seasonal pilsner. Get me a keg of that. Your biggest serving."

"Aye sir." Kiaki saluted, then looked back to Ceylon. "And what proof are you looking at for the fruit cocktail? We've got light, average, heavy, and moonshine."

Ceylon shook her head once more, stifling a laugh. "I don't drink, dear. If you can get me a fruit cocktail without any alcohol in it, that would be best."

Kiaki then nodded and tapped his pen to his notepad. Awesome, I'll get that for you both and-" He paused to glance around the table. "I guess I'll come back when the rest of your guests arrive. For some reason I thought it was just you two. You know, average lady here with a rather bulky stud of a woofer. Couldn't help but wonder, you know? OwO what's this?"

Tymbre raised an eyebrow and flopped an ear down. "Alright, that's enough of that."

"Cute." Ceylon added. "But yeah, we're expecting the others pretty soon so when you see four of us, get your tail back here."

The server was blushing and avoiding eye contact, worried he'd made things awkward. In an effort to minimize and further chance of making things worse, he quickly bowed and turned, leaving them alone in the booth together as he told the barkeep their orders.

"You're awfully close, Cey. That's unlike you; you sure you're not drinking, tonight?" Tymbre joked, deliberately leaning back to show the bulge in his pants. Even when unaroused his groin had a healthy bump from the belt loops to where the pant legs split.

She rolled her eyes and chirped at him. "Never drink. Haven't in generations and almost certainly never will again. No, just that time of year and I don't mind being a bit more affectionate when the mood strikes, and since that happens so infrequently it makes sense, really." Ceylon was notoriously slutty among her peers and friends, but often found herself just not in the mood to indulge herself. She more often used toys, went to The Ranch to fool around with the horses, or had her mate Leera have a go at her. It wasn't actually all that often she engaged in public displays of affection.

With perfect timing, Storm burst through the front door and spread his wings to let people know he had arrived. Rime greeted him, Ceylon waved him over, and he quickly joined the other two at the table. The black gryphon then stood tall over the other two, beak agape in a grin as he stretched and cracked his neck. He, like Tymbre, was far larger than the average person and needed a lot of room so spread his legs and wings when enjoying a meal. "Sorry I'm late." He apologized.

"A gryphon is never late, nor is he early; he arrives precisely when he means to." Ceylon joked, making a reference to old fantasy novels. "Sit, sit. The server will be back pretty soon and will be taking your drink."

Storm did as instructed, sidling up next to Ceylon on the side opposite Tymbre to trap the host in place. Under most circumstances, this would have made the gryphoness uncomfortable enough to make her force them out of place so she could have a spot nearest the exist, but the combined musk of both studs - the earthy tones of Tymbre and the bitter musk of Storm - tickled her just right.

"Dinner's on me, so you know." She informed her two male suitors.

This news made both of them shoot glances of worry at one another. Storm leaned against the table and tried his best to be gentle as he responded. "Uh, I wish you'd have told me that beforehand; Tymbre and I invited a couple of friends of ours to visit."

After letting out a long, drawn out sigh, Ceylon rolled her eyes and clicked her beak. "Not a problem, actually. I'm not exactly dirt poor and can't afford it. That said, I would appreciate it if you asked next time. You both know I'm kinda reclusive and not the most social in the first place." She then took in another deep breath and elaborated. "Under most circumstances it'd be fine, I'm just, well, you know me, I guess. Get a little anxious in large groups of people I don't know."

Tymbre had a look of sincere remorse on his face. "I am so sorry about that, I didn't even think about it. All I knew was that you said said there was gonna be a party at The Near and Dear, and our friends were in town so we kinda thought it'd be fine!"

"You sure you're actually upset?" Storm added, sniffing the air as he slid his hand up Ceylon's inner thigh. "You've got a certain in-season aura about you."

She grabbed his hand and forcefully placed it back on his leg. "I'm not upset, and I am in season but you didn't know that coming into this. Just, you know, ask first next time. Anyway, tell me about them? Who are they? Where'd you meet them? I mean, if you brought them here to meet me, they must be interesting and fun folks, right?" She adjusted her shirt a bit to loosen the top button and release some of the tension around the plumage on her neck; she was getting a bit flushed as she imagined being quadruple teamed by the rest of her party.

Storm shrugged and tapped his talons on the table. "Their names are Zane and Bella."

"We met them at the pup and master convention in West Klyneth." Tymbre added. "And there they are! Hey! Zane! Bella! Oh, and Jackson! We're over here!" In the group's distraction, all three of the other guests arrived at the same time.

First was the smallest of them, a lithe roo boy wearing an open-front jacket and loose-fitting pants that covered his muscular legs. He stood leaning against his own tail, propped up by it as every step was a bit of a two-legged hop despite him clearly trying to not let his animal instincts show too much. Behind him were two canines, the first being a smaller red and white furred female with a moderately sized chest and an otherwise thick body as well as a big, bushy, curled tail. Next to her was a much larger two-toned gray wolf who looked like he could nearly compare with Tymbre and Storm for size and girth. All three of them looked over and happily joined up with the others at the table.

Tymbre actually got up to introduce the new guests to everyone else. "Alright, so everyone knows, he's Zane, she's Bella, and this is Jackson, and Ceylon." Storm and Tymbre already knew everyone. "Turns out the meal's on Ceylon so try to not go overboard."

"Psh, nonsense." Ceylon interjected. "It's fine, order whatever you want. Tymbre is just being his usual polite self. Go wild."

Bella smiled and wagged her tail, extending her paw to shake Ceylon's talon. "Pleasure to meet you." Her voice was soft yet firm at the same time, expressing she was gentle without being stern.

The two shook while Zane waited for his turn to do the same. Once everyone had shaken paws and talons and offered their introductions, they all sat back down and waited for their server to return. Storm and Tymbre remained on either side of Ceylon with Jackson opposite Tymbre; Bella and Zane both went on the opposite of Storm. Luckily, three of them were smaller and therefore the six of them managed to fit reasonably inside the corner table meant for four.

Kiaki returned, pausing a bit as he saw the extra guests. "Do any of you need extra menus? Perhaps, uh, a different booth or a bigger table?"

"This is fine." Storm answered on behalf of everyone, shuffling in closer to Ceylon so that the smaller gryphoness was nearly touching both his and Tymbre's legs with her own hips. "Is everyone ready to order their drinks? I know I want a white gryphon!"

The server jotted that down in his notepad. "So that's one white gryphon for the black gryphon, a fruit cocktail for the white gryphon, and a keg of seasonal pilsner for the blue wolf. Got it; sorry you three haven't gotten your drinks yet, was waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive in order to best deliver all at once. And for the rest of you?"

"I would die for a twilight splash." Jackson said. "You have that here, right? Coconut rum, pineapple, and uriel pulp with a pistachio rimmed glass?"

"If not I can convey that to Var'Rex." Kiaki confirmed, eagerly writing it all down.

Bella answered for herself and Zane even as she leaned into her partner. "I'll have a tequila sunrise and he'd like a lemmy. You know, whiskey and cola."

Kiaki nodded. "Lots of fruity drinks. Love that. Do you guys need more menus or is this good?"

"I think we're good." Ceylon answered while glancing at Storm and Tymbre to make sure there were no protests. As far as she could tell the three of them had already decided and could pass their menus on. When neither said anything to the contrary, she repeated herself. "Yeah, we're good. Bring us drinks, and I think we should be good by then."

With another salute and a jaunty spin, Kiaki turned back to the kitchen, swaying his tail as he walked to expose his sleek, shark rump. He really wasn't wearing anything aside from the apron that housed his server tools and change. All three of the dominant males in the party stared as the little guy sauntered between the other tables and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Just to reiterate," Ceylon declared, snapping the group out of their shark-butt daze. "I'm buying, so go wild. I am thinking about getting one of those dragon-feast appetizer plates to start. Any objections? Any food allergies I need to consider? Bella, Zane, I'm not familiar with your dietary restrictions and Jackson doesn't eat meat. Other than that, we're good?"

Bella nodded, patting the larger male on the shoulder as she answered for both herself and him. "We're good, yeah. No problems on my end. Honestly, though, I'm sure we can all pick and chose what we want from the platter, can't we? I'm pretty sure that even if there's something on there we can't or won't eat, we'll just avoid it." She gave a wink and flicked her ear with a confident swagger.

"Fair enough." Ceylon concurred.

Moments later, Kiaki came back with a platter of drinks and Rime following behind him with a whole keg of their beer as well as a wooden mug for drinking it from. Kiaki started serving each of the party while Rime made sure Tymbre was getting what he wanted.

"You know this is fifty silver, right? Plus tax. A whole keg of our home brewed pilsner is five bronze per mug, and you can get one hundred mugs out of this." He slapped the side of the wooden barrel and gently laid down a tap on top of it. "But if you want it, thanks a bunch!"

Tymbre's eyes went wide and he glanced over at Ceylon. "Up to her."

"It's fine, Rime. He can just take home whatever he doesn't drink, right? Like that includes the barrel it comes in, right?"

Rime shrugged. "I'll have to talk to the boss but that sounds about right. The barrel itself isn't all that valuable but it does have our logo on it so I suppose it could be a good souvenir if you're not from around here." He spun the keg around to show the burnt-in logo of the Near and Dear. "So Enjoy!"

After he left, Kiaki was left standing with the now-empty platter covering his groin; he had daintily placed everyone's drink in front of them. "So, let me get this straight so I make sure everyone has exactly what they want. Fruit cocktail for the white gryphon, Lemmy for the gray wolf, beer for the blue doggo, tequila sunrise for the lady, a twilight splash for the roo boi, and the white gryphon for the black gryphon. I'd get your names but I'm not sure it will help. So are you guys ready to order?"

Ceylon spoke first. "I am, I don't know about everyone else, though." Everyone nodded as they tossed the menus into a pile in the center. Once she was sure everyone was happy, she started. "We'd like to start with the dino-dragon platter to split between the lot of us. Then, I'd like to get a chili pepper and blue-cheese burger and wings combo, bacon and double cheese on the burger with your volcanic ash dry rub on the wings. Sound good?"

"You sure? That dry rub is exceptionally spicy; over one million on the scale." Kiaki cautioned.

"I am aware, and I can read." She gave a thumbs up to show she wasn't angry. "Still want it."

Kiaki took a moment to write that down, mouthing the reminded that, yes, she was sure. "And for the rest of you fine folks?"

Storm went next, naturally an in-command gryphon. "Lookin' for your XL sized seasonal surf and turf. Steak done medium rare, shrimp done three ways. Garlic grilled, breaded, and in a creamy linguine alfredo." Naturally, that gryphon knew exactly what he wanted and wasted no time getting it.

Tymbre came next. "Gimme your biggest, baconiest burger with a side of pork gumbo. And wait, Ceylon, since when do you eat poultry?"

"It's not gryphon meat, what's the big deal? I enjoy gryphon meat in other places, not my beak."

That got a laugh from the table; even Kiaki couldn't help but snort a bit as he tried to hold back.

Jackson was the one to break through and get his order in next. "Is there a vegetarian version of the farmer's burger? I love what that comes with but I can't really do meat, you know? If so, that with a side caesar salad, small size."

Last came both Zane and Bella. It was Zane who spoke for them this time. "We were planning on going pretty simple, actually. Two kilos of chicken wings without sauce, extra crispy skin, and garlic bread with a four cheese blend." That seemed like a rather mundane order, but that was a lot of food.

"Perfect!" Kiaki chirped, his cute little voice cracking as his tail wagged. "I'll get you that dino-dragon platter first! See you all soon!" He then turned and literally skipped away, toothy grin plastered across his face and tail up high; he knew he was getting a big tip.

The moment he left, Ceylon leaned into Tymbre and nudged him with her shoulder. "I think that's my cue, though. Gonna have a brisk bathroom break before dinner gets here. Last thing I need is to be wiping with my talons covered in volcanic ash seasoning." Literally everyone else cringed at the thought of that because nobody wanted to think about either element of that confession.

Jackson and Tymbre scooted their way out to allow Ceylon to follow. Storm briskly and covertly sniffed the air, deciding to come out with her before he finished his inhalation.

"Good point, I should probably do that, too." He explained.

The two of them headed towards the restrooms, with them splitting paths when Ceylon went to the ladies room and Storm went to the gentleman's room.

Inside the restroom, it quickly became clear that Ceylon's needs had nothing to do with the toilet. The second the door closed behind her she started breathing heavily and struggling with the button on her pants, hurriedly unzipping and sliding a talon in between her legs to force two fingers into herself. Her sex was dripping with a sweet, sticky nectar that soaked her lips and the inside of her panties, her plump vulva throbbing with every rapid beat of her heart. While staring at herself in the mirror and leaning against the beautifully ornate counter top between sinks, she started roughly squeezing and plucking at her clit with her forefinger and thumb.

A sudden sound outside made her panic and yank her hand from her pants, standing up straight and pretending to act calm and collected despite nearly being caught with her talon in herself. A well-known CEO getting caught in a bathroom fingering herself - regardless of what she was known for - was not good for the public image. Upon turning to look towards the door she found that nobody was there so she slowly slid her hand back between her legs, gingerly tapping at her clit and parting her lips.

"How unbecoming of you." Storm observed, deep voice rumbling through the restroom.

Already spent from having a brief panic and anxiety attack, Ceylon didn't bother jerking in place to confront him. Instead, she just turned to face him, hand still down her pants as she sighed heavily. "What do you want?" She asked, voice dull and unimpressed.

Storm stepped forward and closed the door behind him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "Do I really need to say? I mean, you come here, smelling like that and I catch you like this; I think it's pretty obvious what I want." Another few steps brought him to be standing next to her, a full half meter taller than an already tall and well built Ceylon. While there he strategically unbuttoned his pants and pried them apart at the front, exposing the meaty folds of his sheath.

She slid her fingers a bit deeper into herself and then yanked her hand out of her panties to show Storm the gooey strands of her arousal making webs between her fingers. She reached down with one hand to tickle his groin and up with the other to smear her fluids all over his beak. "You're lucky I like you." She said with a wink and a sly grin, both ears back against her head to show she knew what was coming next. Ceylon was no stranger to Storm's behaviour.

Without wasting a second, Storm shook his head and shuddered in desire before tackling her into the far wall and pinning her there with one hand on her neck and the other on her arousal-soaked talon. There, he licked the arousal off her fingers while his cock slowly expanded in his sheath to form a bulge and push the tip out. For most people this would be too much, but Storm knew her well enough to know that if she didn't want it she wouldn't have aggravated his carnal instincts.

Ceylon grabbed the wrist of the hand that was on her neck, peeling it away with stunning strength that rivaled Storm's. "What did I tell you about going for the neck?" She grunted, then forced that hand down to between her legs and placed it in her pants before returning to rubbing his cock and easing its length out of his sheath.

He didn't apologize, but he did do as she wished by curling two fingers into her and patting her clit with his thumb. Once he was past the initial burst of energy that drove him to slam her against the wall, he let go of her wrist and leaned into her, bent over so he could nuzzle and preen her neck feathers. However, after only a moment of that and cycling his two fingers in and out of her, he grabbed her by the shoulders, pinned her chest-first against the wall, and hooked his thumb in the waist band of her pants, forcing them down her thighs and grabbing the base of her tail to pry it to the side.

In response to his aggression, Ceylon dipped her lower back and turned to look at him, her steely blue eyes demanding more as she wriggled out of her pants and kicked them to the side. This fully exposed the swollen, black lips of her pussy as she winked and spurt a single globule of her slimy arousal onto his sheath and the tip of his cock. As she braced herself with one arm up against the ceramic tile wall, her other hand reached back to smear her natural lubricant onto the tip of Storm's member while yanking on him to coax more of him out to play.

Naturally, Storm was not one to waste a single second. He grabbed his cock with one hand and kept a proper grip on the base of her tail with the other as he drove every bit of himself into her, his thick shaft parting her lips and sliding through her swollen passage with ease. He couldn't help but grunt as he felt her flesh envelop him, the taut muscles of her loins giving way to his member as he plunged it in, knot-deep. In that brisk moment he even pushed a bit harder to coax the lobes of his knot out of his sheath and into her but was stopped as she clenched her loins, keeping him out while squeezing what was already inside so tightly it nearly forced him out.

Though Ceylon was the one being pinned down and held against the wall, she never once felt out of control of the situation. She knew their safe word and even Storm wouldn't dare disobey it if she spoke it, so she embraced him and pushed back, a slave to her estrus needs and the carnal desires that came with them. With a well-trained motion supported by her surprising strength, she pushed back and wagged her hips, gyrating in such a way that rolled Storm's swelling knot lobes against her vulva.

The increase in pressure mixed with the friction of her velvety flesh against his length made Storm's cock spines splay out and tug on her walls, tickling her even more to coax more muscular twitches from her depths. Their cycle got more and more intense with every thrust and buck until she was pressed flat from chin to thighs against the wall, his force lifting her off her feet so that almost all of her weight was pressed down against him, wiggling more and more to swallow every ridge and feature. She wanted him in her and he wanted to tie with her so that he could enjoy a proper climax.

Ceylon could actually feel his cock throbbing, each pulsation pumping a jet of his hot precum deeply into her depths and inflating her womb from within, which was why she kept squeezing and winking her clit to suck it up and keep it sloshing about inside her. She spread her legs and arched her back for the best angle as she swirled her hips, forcing his length to stir her up as the tip rubbed against her flesh in circles and the knot to gradually ease her open. Above all else, the pressure that came from those knot lobes widening her vulva was what drove her wild.

That was, until she felt them squish just barely enough to slip through her opening and lurch forward, the pressure of his thrust mixed with gravity to have his entire knot pop into her and swell up. Within seconds and only a pair of powerful heartbeats, his multiple lobes all swelled from their typical resting girth - which was both well tapered and soft by comparison - to the size of both of her fists and hard as a rock! Furthermore, every little squirm of delight made his girth shift and pump more into her!

Storm growled loud enough that those outside in the dining room could probably hear him as his wings spread open - one of them abruptly bursting a nearby stall door open. As he felt her lips come to rest tightly around the base of his knot, he gave one last buck and forced his tip to penetrate her cervix and expand inside her womb, locking them in place.

Not exhausted but still ready to relax and bask in his ongoing pleasure, Storm turned and fell to his rump leaning against the wall, tugging Ceylon down by the cunt with him so that she was riding him reverse cowgirl. As he wrapped his hands around her belly to pull her into his chest, he could feel the distinct sensation of his cock spines splaying out through her abdominal wall, with the faintest hint of his knot pressing out against her lower belly. This was even more of a turn-on for him and he couldn't help but squeeze her and arch his back to force himself even deeper.

While still fully knotted, Ceylon got herself into a comfortable position with her knees on Storm's thighs and her hind paws up on his belly; she used this leverage to start bouncing on him to tug on his knot while leaning forth to tickle at his balls - at least as best she could when fighting with his pants, which were still in the way. While doing this she alternated between squeezing tight and relaxing in order to get the most out of him, clenching her groin while slamming down to better apply pressure to the base of his knot while relaxing and even pushing down on his member to force him out on every upwards motion.

Storm didn't expect this to do anything beyond stealing more cum from him, so he leaned back and let her do what she wanted; his cock tip was tugging on her cervix and his knot was yanking on her pussy lips every time and seemed to have no chance of coming out.

At least, not until she forcefully turned to face him - the motion twisting his cock and forcing it to shift inside her while making each of his knot lobes grind against her insides in a half-circle turn - and started bouncing a bit harder and a bit faster. She grabbed him by the white of his neck feathers and started riding him like a professional, every hip motion and gyration accented by a deliberate, rhythmic clench that alternately tugged his entire length in and forced it half out, depending on where in her pattern she was at. At some points, his knot threatened to breach her pussy lips as if she were preparing to lay an egg and that was both remarkably hot to both of them while also being a bit disconcerting to Storm, who didn't want this to end any time soon.

Then, before the drake could grab her hips to keep her from popping off and releasing the tie, she gave it her all and forced all but the tip of his cock out of her with an audible pop followed by a juicy gush of combined fluids that soaked his sheath and crotch. She wasted no time slamming her hips back down against his again, forcing his fully-formed knot to lurch back into her a second time while his cock tip slid with ease back into her womb. She had relaxed and loosened enough to let such a thick part of his anatomy slide through her opening, something she loved to do and had done to him before.

He tried to stop her, to keep her tied to him so he could completely finish - he had only started to fill her with his seed when she tugged and untied them both - but she was too vigorous and her expert motions were hitting all the right spots for him, her hot flesh swallowing and sliding off him while the friction of their bodies made his loins tingle in delight.

Up and down she bounced, extending her legs as far as they could go to better get the most out of every thrust on top of him. She purposefully paused just before his cock tip burst from her lips to slam down as hard as she could, once again enveloping his knot and squeezing to tug to do it all over again. It was important to ensure she remained in control or he might push in at a wrong angle or miss her cunt entirely. Plus, she loved forcing Storm to go at her pace and doing all the work.

After only a few minutes of relentless, aggressive bouncing on his cock that loosened her up and left her loins sloppy and tender, she eventually collapsed on top of him with her pussy lips kissing his sheath and his cock forming a distinct bulge in her belly, spent and weakened as her depths tingled and throbbed in orgasmic delight. When she finally moved to let his knot pop out of her one last time, she shot a jet of female ejaculate on his lower belly followed by the tightest wink she'd done in ages, showing she was not only satisfied but forced into a climax beyond her control.

She leaned to the side and rolled off his torso, letting his cock tug fully out of her while leaving her gaping and leaking drake seed all over the place in a trail from where he laid to the toilet of the stall his wings had forcefully opened earlier. "Gimme my pants would you?" She asked as she relaxed and let the pearlescent mess of Storm's essence drain into the toilet.

He did as commanded, struggling to move over and toss the balled up garment to her.

No further words were spoken as she wiped herself clean, brushed herself off, slipped back into her pants and panties, and stood over him. With a look of dominance and approval, she nodded to him and turned to leave the restroom with him left on the ground in a puddle of their combined fluids.

When she opened the door, she saw there was a lineup of people waiting to use the facilities. Apparently Storm had locked the door and put an 'in use' sign on it. Ceylon made a note of that and decided she wanted to ask for more information before sitting down. Rime would be the best one to ask, but she did let the others in line know that it might be best to wait a few minutes before heading in.

"So what's up with the bathroom?" She asked Rime as the dragon returned from seating guests.

"Oh, that? Well, as I'm sure you've noticed, sensuality is thoroughly encouraged here and Therris sometimes gets down and dirty with his clients in the bathroom, so we occasionally use that restroom as his place of work. He's one of the brothel workers upstairs." He explained, adding that last bit to confirm and further elaborate. "Storm looked like he had lewd intentions in mind so I suggested that. He would have preferred if people walked in on you, but others might not want that so I locked the door and put the sign up, anyway. You know, gotta keep all our guests in mind."

Ceylon nodded and clicked her beak, shifting in place while she struggled to stay on both weak legs. "Makes sense. I'll head back to my table, now."

"Enjoy your meal!" He offered with a salute.

She gave a salute back and quickly headed back to the restaurant quadrant where she was met with the image of the other four members of her party in various stages of debauchery while a giant platter of assorted appetizers steamed and sizzled in front of them. None of them appeared to have taken a single sample from the platter, clearly waiting for Ceylon and Storm to return. The platter included a pile of calamari, some onion rings, mozza sticks, bread with spinach dip, Nachos, Potato skins with cheese and bacon, sliders, and quesadillas, all of which in pristine condition and surrounded by everyone's drinks.

Tymbre was leaning back, arms up over the edge of the seat with Bella leaning over to nuzzle at his crotch, one hand up the pant leg of his shorts to caress the blue canine's balls while her other hand was struggling to undo his belt buckle. Next to them, Zane was mimicking Tymbre's position while the two shared a glance, Jackson on his knees between Zane's bare legs.

Bella hadn't noticed Ceylon returned when s he looked up to Tymbre with a look of disdain. "If you want me to do this, you'd better take those shorts off." She insisted, giving one last tug to his waist band and aggressively planting her elbow on his thigh.

"Aah! Hey! Be careful!" Tymbre protested as he eased back and unclasped his button and unzipped his pants, slowly shimmying them off to leave them in a pile on the ground between he and Zane. "Sorry, sorry. I thought you liked working for it." He stroked her hair and grinned, then looked up at Ceylon. "Welcome back. How was your, uh, bathroom break with Storm?"

This made Bella whip her head up, shocked that Ceylon was back and watching. "Hey! Tell me you're here next time!" She growled at him. He face shifted to show a more confident expression as she gave him some sexy eyes. "Come join us!"

"Sure." Ceylon grabbed a wedge of naan bread and scooped some spinach dip out of the rye bread bowl in the middle, chomping it and gulping it down before crouching under the booth to reemerge on the seat between the two pairs of her pals. "Why hasn't anyone taken any food? There's gotta be four meals worth of appetizers on that platter just going cold! Eat up!" She took a sip of her Fruit Cocktail and then had another bit of naan bread and spinach dip.

Tymbre grabbed some cheesy nachos from the other side of the plate and captured a few of the spicy peppers from the top and put them both on one of the sliders. He enjoyed the whole thing in one bite with a satisfying crunch before looking down to see Bella prying at his sheath with her fingers.

Ceylon remained in the middle, having adjusted herself to the point where Bella was laying both on her lap and on Tymbre's, draped across both of them while never even touching the soft red leather of the booth seat. Yet, despite Ceylon being appropriately placed to both give and receive pleasure, she was spent from her brief tryst with Storm and just wanted to eat, casually observing the other four as she munched on nachos and sliders and mozza sticks.

To her right, Jackson was already getting enthusiastic about what he was doing by cautiously glancing around every few seconds to make sure nobody was watching. Ceylon wasn't sure if he knew that open sexuality was endorsed and encouraged at The Near and Dear, but it was endearing to watch him struggle and act nervous every time he saw Kiaki walk past a nearby table and handle the guests there. When he wasn't darting his eyes about, he was easing his muzzle into Zane's crotch, using both of his hands to massage the canine's thighs while paying special attention to the engorged sheath.

Jackson did not appear to be in any way inexperienced, and once he got a bit of Zane's musk all over his snout it was like all of his hesitation melted away in lieu of what could best be described as a power bottom mentality. It wasn't just enough to lick and nibble and play with Zane's cock and balls, but he had to take them with aplomb, make them his own, and use them to empower himself.

What started simply enough with Jackson simply nuzzling and licking quickly turned to something a bit more intense, with him burrowing in between Zane's inner thighs to nuzzle at the canine's taint while letting his supple, hairy balls melt over either side of his muzzle as he inhaled every bit of scent that came from that region. His tongue made a mess by slapping at fur and flesh, his nose got soaked in natural sweat and musk, and his hands couldn't help but reach up and start kneading at Zane's groin, peeling the sheath back and exposing more of the canine's pink member.

Coming along with the cock tip was a flow of natural lubricant that dribbled out the tip of the sheath and soaked both flesh and fur around the opening. Even Ceylon, with her weak sense of smell that barely registered anything outside her own species, could smell the sweet tanginess of Zane's arousal billowing up from under the table.

So could Jackson, who happily leaned inward and wrapped his thick yet soft tongue around the underside of Zane's protruding shaft to cradle it and collect as much of the gooey slime as he could. At the same time, he used his dainty fingers to knead and peel back the sheath as best he could, pulling it downward while also squeezing the semi-formed knot inside. The more he squeezed, the more of Zane came out, exposing his shaft all the way to the top of the knot with the bulges teasing at his opening.

Zane growled a bit and balled his fist up as he struggled to not let too much expression show on his face; much like Jackson, he was not fully prepared for the idea of being watched while his cock was getting handled by an experienced roo with a shockingly deep throat. That was why, when Kiaki sidled up next to the table, he grunted and leaned inward, trying his best to cover up the back of Jackson's head with the outer rim of the table.

"Hey there ladies and gents! How is-" Kiaki stopped for a while. It was clear he could see out the corner of his eye what was happening under the table but managed to cover pretty well for himself by focusing on the food. "I see you guys haven't eaten much of the platter yet! I hope everything is going well! I mean, er, I hope the food is good."

Tymbre went to make a casual comment but was cut off by Ceylon, who spoke for all of them since she was basically the only one who had eaten any of it. "It's delicious, they're just waiting on our friend to get back from the restrooms. You know, being polite and all."

Kiaki shot some finger guns towards her. "Got it. I'll have your food sent out in a bit, then." He turned and went to the next table while not-so-subtly trying to get a sidelong view of Jackson working Zane under the table.

Once the server had left, Jackson pushed on Zane's belly to force the larger canine back against the chair's rest. "Hey, warn me next time you're gonna do that. Your cock jabbed me in the back of the throat and I hit my head on the underside of the table!"

"Sorry, mate." Zane apologized. "Kinda panicked."

"Panic or not, at least, like, tap the back of my head to let me know you're moving." Jackson fake-hacked, showing how much pain his throat had been put through. "Or next time I'm just gonna spit up all your cum back on your belly and balls, got it?"

Zane nodded. "Got it. Now get back to work. He's gone and I won't be making any more sudden moves. At least, I don't plan on it. If you get a jaw full of knot, that's not my fault."

Jackson's eyes narrowed and he stuck his tongue out to lightly flick at the very tip of Zane's cock, lapping up a single droplet of precum before he went back to work. Much like before, he was alternating his attention between subtly licking and using his mouth with a more manual form of giving pleasure by squeezing at the base of Zane's knot through the canine's sheath and tugging it while also peeling the sheath back. This made the sheath dilate and distend, stretching over the top of the forming knot to make him look like he was laying two eggs side by side.

This seemed plenty enjoyable for Jackson, because he kept what he was doing and getting increasingly vigorous under the table until Zane's knot expanded to full girth, just like he had warned, forcing his shaft down Jackson's throat and tying beyond the roo's lips.

"Told you." He said with a sly grin as he finally leaned back and bucked his hip, the pleasure that came from the base of his knot coaxing the first jet of cum into Jackson's gullet. Luckily, Jackson only grinned and gulped, happily taking all of it in him as he continued to knead at the folded up sheath and pulsating balls that twitched and contracted with every further ejaculation.

Meanwhile, Bella had been working Tymbre without a care in the world. Unlike Zane and Jackson, she didn't care who saw her and only cared about what she could do with the much larger canine's cock. She, in many ways similar to Jackson, focused much of her energy at first to using her lips and tongue and gullet to coax the wuffamute's member out of his sheath. However, with her, that was only the beginning. She wasn't as timid or as meek as her partner Zane or Jackson.

While shifting in place to get a better angle, she used her one free paw to peel off her shirts and expose her breasts while also politely requesting Ceylon help her with her skirt. "Be a dear, sweetie, help me with this, will ya? Just flip em up for me?" She requested while tapping her rump and wagging her tail against the gryphon's chest.

Though Ceylon remained rather exhausted by her fun with Storm - whom had yet to return to the bathroom - she had no problem helping Bella out by sliding her hand up under the husky girl's tail to flip her skirt over her lower back. There, Ceylon got an up-close look at Bella's plump, mauve, triangular canine vulva; it was then that Kiaki came over and saw Jackson and Zane but it was Bella's exposed vulva that distracted him.

All the while, as Kiaki stood there while making awkward eye contact and asking about the appetizers, Bella simply turned and glared at him with her blue and green eyes, as if daring him to inquire about her actions. At the same time, Tymber mimicked her by offering a smug smile as he glanced past Ceylon to wait and see if Kiaki commented on them. Of course, the server did no such thing and was quickly off after Ceylon had casually explained why nobody had touched the food.

Soon thereafter, Ceylon slid her hand back up between Bella's thighs to tickle the husky girl's clit and lips, gently slipping two fingers into her tight opening while she kept at Tymbre's cock.

Unlike Jackson, though - who by this point had found his maw tied by the rather large knot that swelled in his throat - Bella had no real interest in having Tymbre finish up in her maw. No, if she was going to bring her partner to an orgasm, she was going to do so properly and take his essence into her depths like a bitch properly should.

She initiated this by first pushing back into Ceylon's hand, widening her stance and grinding her hips against the gryphon's digits while kneading at Tymbre's lap like a pup, forcing every bit of the larger wuffamute's length to swell to full girth and firmness in front of her. The tip of it came up above the edge of the table, spurting bits of precum and natural lubricant down its length. Bella had stopped handling it to focus more on loosening herself up on Ceylon's fingers, which caught Tymbre's attention.

He palmed the tip of his cock to collect much of his fluids before stroking himself, smearing the precum down his shaft. Of course, everyone knew canine cock needed to stay moist, for if it dried out and got sticky it would be very unpleasant and could - in extreme circumstances - crack.

"What are you doing?" Bella yipped at him, snatching his paw from his cock and pulling it near her muzzle, where she sniffed and licked it clean. "That's my job!"

"Then get to it, darlin! You know the rules." He countered, broad grin still on his face.

Bella's expression melted into a partially cute and innocent look as she fluttered her eyelids. "Oh no, whatever shall I do big boy? Tell me, what are the rules again, I'd hate to disappoint my boy."

He leaned back and glanced over to Ceylon, spreading his legs so that his huge balls sagged down onto the seat between them. "You don't leave a wuffamute wet and needy. You either bring him to climax or don't bother getting him excited in the first place." He then darted his eyes back and forth between the bulged out shaft of his member and the relatively tiny Bella, quickly coming to an unfortunate realization. "Not like this would fit in you, anyway. Tiny lass such as yourself, I highly doubt you're the kind to be rammed by a stallion."

"How sweet." She said with what could best be described as a canine purr. "But we'll see what you think when I'm properly done with you." She then pulled away from Ceylon's hand and crawled over Tymbre to get into a position standing up with one paw on either side of his thighs. She kept her curled tail up in his face as she wagged it - almost as if she was demanding obedience from him - while aiming herself over his monolithic cock.

Tymbre loved every moment of that and even wrapped one hand around her hip to help guide her as his other hand slid up between her legs and eased a pair of fingers into her, wiggling them in a bicycling motion and parting them to loosen her up and even spread her open a bit. Somewhat shocked, he complimented her. "Okay, I may have been wrong. You're a bit roomier than I expected. My kind of gal!" He then slid a third massive finger in her and spun his wrist so that his fingertips were pressing down against her G-spot as she began to crouch.

The closer she got to having her hips reach the tip of his cock, the tighter he tensed his loins and the more control he expressed over his knot with his other hand, aiming himself so that his tip was redirected via his knuckles into her before he pulled his digits out and let her canine snatch descend upon him. She was slow at first, letting just a bit probe into her depths as she eased her way onto the thickest segment of his shaft - his cock bulged out in the middle while being mildly thinner at the tip and where the knot met the rest of the shaft - before relaxing and letting her weight press down on him.

Naturally, Tymbre's first instinct was to grab her by the hips and push down, but he resisted that urge as he wanted to let her go at his own pace. Ceylon watched with a keen eye as he made the motion to do just that before pulling back and simply letting his hands rest on her thighs from behind, watching with intent as his bulging cock made her vulva expand and dilate to take him.

"Good boy." Bella cooed at Tymbre as she wiggled her hips and wagged her tail, pressing down on his bulge to get past the thickest part. Then, all at once, she felt his girth slip through her opening and she practically fell the rest of the way onto his knot, the weight she put on him quickly catching up to her as his member slid deep past her lips and filled her with ease! She let out only the faintest of yips before taking in a deep breath and clenching her pelvic muscles to massage his length, quickly realizing that there was no way she'd take his knot due to the fact it was already fully engorged.

Instead of whine and whimper about it, she shifted in place with his cock stirring her loins until she ended up with her knees on his thighs and her paws curled up around the base of his knot, cradling it and squeezing to give it the proper pressure it needed to help him climax while the rest of his cock was buried deep within her. "That better?" She asked, eventually reaching down to grab her shirt again so that she might look nonchalant once more.

Tymbre growled a bit and nodded. "That's more like it. And good for you, Bella! Honestly didn't think you could handle a boy as big as me."

"I'm sorry, where did we meet again?" Bella was bringing the sass, deliberately squeezing and tugging as she asked her rhetorical question. "A pup and master convention. How do you think I keep control of so many larger studs? They wouldn't stick around if I couldn't handle a knot."

"You make an excellent point, my dear. So what now?" Tymbre reached out and grabbed another handful of nachos to stick them in one of the burger sliders before taking a big bite.

Ceylon - having casually watched Jackson get tied in the throat and Bella struggle to take all but the knot of a beefy blue canine's cock - had slowly regained her sexual appetite and felt the need to drive the conversation once more. "Well, we can eat this food before it goes cold. I mean, if I'm paying for it I definitely don't want it to go to waste."

"Seems fair." Tymbre agreed after he swallowed. He grabbed a couple mozza sticks and dipped them in some marinara while Bella did the same thing.

At that exact moment, as all five of the party members were chomping on various bits of food, Storm finally returned looking a bit ragged and partially spent. "Well now. I have to say, I think I'll be returning to this place next chance I get."

"Why's that?" Ceylon asked in between bites of naan bread. "You look kind of exhausted."

"After you left, I got a bunch of people one after another, each of them impressed enough by my cock size that they took turns. Like, five people all in a row." He reached out and grabbed his white gryphon drink and downed it in one gulp before clicking his beak, hissing to himself, and raising the glass toward the kitchen. "I'd like another one, sir Kiaki! I must replenish my fluids!"

Zane went to shuffle to the side in hopes that he could let Storm sidle up next to him, but his knot was still fully formed and was still shooting stream after stream into Jackson's throat. He was also too distracted and his mind was not in a troubleshooting mood so he gave up trying to find a solution within seconds of failing to find an answer for this particular conundrum. He just sighed and grabbed some calamari and dipped it in some seafood sauce.

Storm, unfettered by this distraction, remained standing with a visible bulge in his pants as he grabbed a handful of everything and started mowing down on it all, hungrily taking in as much as he could. "Wow, this stuff is good. I'd ask why you didn't wait for me, but I was gone a while." He saidin between bites. "Absolutely chirpalicious, is this place. How'd you find it, Ceylon?"

"Actually, I was recommended this place a while back from a local friend of mine. Hippogryph outside of town. I was looking for a place to celebrate a new pharmaceutical potion our company was making, and given what the potion does I was looking for a place that shared my values."

Bella paused her steady bouncing on Tymbre's cock to ask, "What does the potion do?"

It was actually Tymbre who answered, since Ceylon had explained it to him before she invited him to visit. "It's a sort of growth serum. Makes cocks bigger and makes pussies pretty much indestructible. As in, it's exactly what I could have sworn you took before showing up." He wrapped his massive hand around her belly to tease her clit under her skirt, making her clench and tug his member again.

"Don't need it." She countered, happily squatting down lower and wagging her tail to shift her weight ever so subtly twice a second. "But it would be fun to see what that sort of thing can do."

Ceylon grinned and chirped. "Well I have samples, I'd be happy to share after we part ways for the night." She then slid under the table and gave Jackson a knowing thumbs up before emerging next to Storm. "But for now, I think it's time we all sat down and enjoyed our meal. I'm sure there will be plenty of time left to fool around, but for now I'd really like to-" She paused and extended her neck high to glance over the other patrons in the bustling restaurant quadrant. "-And here comes out food. Hurry up, move your glasses, make room."

Then, with military precision, Kiaki and a tall female albino pitbull with a sous-chef hat came out each with three plates and gently placed them in the semicircle each in front of each respective patron. Kiaki then gave a knowing wink and returned to the kitchen to handle more food while the female sous chef stayed behind.

"Just want you guys to know that some of this stuff is new to me. If I've messed up in any way on any of your plates, don't hesitate to let me know and I'll whip you up another one. Especially for the surf and turf meal." She turned to Storm and sniffed the air, acutely aware that he smelled like sex with five different species. "But I get the impression you just wanna eat, so I'll be on my way. Bon apetit." She offered a cute little bow and left them all to gradually return to their place around the table.

Jackson did manage to untie from Zane's cock and sit up next to him between he and Tymbre; though he loved how things went, it was clear he needed a palate cleanser after how much cum he'd swallowed. Bella remained on Tymbre's lap while she ate, never once wanting to pull away from him or risk having all his seed burst out of her, so even though her meal was a bit of a pain to enjoy, she was able to while Tymbre sipped his beer and ate his burger next to her.

It was Ceylon and Storm who seemed to enjoy their meal the most, however. Neither of them had engaged in oral, so they were able to enjoy their food without tasting each other - or, in Storm's case, the five other patrons.

As kinky as the celebrations had been for all six of them, the party had just begun and the night was a long way from concluding. The Near and Dear still had three other quadrants to enjoy once they were done with their meal and they were all getting increasingly horny as the night went on, so it was inevitable that they would end up shifting from place to place as circumstances called for it.

Of course, even they had no idea how brash they could get when they were cheered on.