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Eve Azure had finally settled down after an elongated period of strife that changed her life. For years she had dedicated her time and body to others, offering what she could in the name of science only to have that dedication abused and her body taken advantage of in ways even she didn't truly understand. All she knew for sure after moving to the outskirts of Klyneth was that she was alone, she was safe, and she finally had the means to be happy.

The blue-feathered parrot gal was well educated and capable of taking care of herself, which was why she chose to get a modestly-sized home deep in the Vast Emerald Wood north of town. It was far, far away from most people, it was hard to find amidst the trees, and it gave her all the privacy she could possibly want. It was a triple story log cabin with the top story being similar to a lighthouse with windows on all sides, a garden on top, and a hammock for her to relax in if she needed to.

That top floor was where she did most of her meditation, reflection, and stress relief. For the most part, this meant she spent her days up there reading books, observing animals in the surrounding forest, enjoying snacks like crackers and cheese, or idly pleasuring herself. The privacy of the region far away from home meant that she had no real worries about being seen; furthermore, if she was seen, it wasn't the end of the world. Her experiences prior to moving this far away primed her to be strong, resilient, and powerful in the face of adversity. She could handle any and all hardship that came to her.

Which was precisely why she chose to finally take that first step towards true freedom after getting out of the unfortunate situation she'd found herself in that caused her to want to be as far away from people as she possibly could. She chose to finally break out the box of dildos and have some fun!

Prior to her unpleasant time in the world of science, she used to be a very free and very explorative bird. She used to love all manner of self-pleasure and made a point to try anything with anyone. She knew that there were no risks she couldn't overcome, since NoThEn Labs and the Klyneth Academy of Science and magic had done wonders to demystify sex and liberate those who wanted to experiment without limits. There were other labs and other organizations who sought to experiment on people in order to expand the collective experience, but those other places were not the sort of establishments that Eve was comfortable talking about. She was far too personally aware of the sacrifices needed to give in the name of progress.

It had only been a couple months since she moved to her remote forest home, so her boxes of dildos were still taped up, clamped shut, and locked in the closet. She had been meaning to get them out to at least clean them, but the mood hadn't yet stricken her so they stayed where they lay, in heaps and piles hidden under her clothes and kink equipment. Up to this point, the most effort she could muster was to idly finger herself or use a single vibrator on her clit. Pretty boring, vanilla stuff for her.

But now? Now she was ready. Now it was time to get out the lube, set up a shrine to cock worship, and go to town! Sure, she knew she likely wouldn't get far given just how long it had been since she tried testing and boundaries, but she knew it would be a good first step in her quest to once again live her life to the fullest while filling herself with whatever she could!

She swung the closet doors open with gusto, the resulting air current affecting every piece of clothing hanging from the bar. She didn't have a lot of clothes - legally she was allowed to be nude so she kept her wardrobe light on variety - so each and every shirt and skirt swayed with ease as she made her dramatic entrance. She had a wide grin upon her beak and her head feathers were high on the back of her head; her excitement was palpable, her loins moist in anticipation.

Given how long it had been since she last felt this way, Eve's heart was fluttering and she could literally feel her pulse between her legs. It was by no means an unfamiliar feeling, but it was one she hadn't adjusted or grown accustomed to in ages. It felt foreign and yet nostalgic in equal measure, so comforting she couldn't help but lean over and chirp lightly to herself as she clenched her legs together, inner thighs squeezing her clit in place to stave off her sexual hunger.

"Alright, alright. Don't wanna lose it all at once." She said to herself as she forced herself to assume a more natural stance. She then leaned down and grabbed the nearest bin - a blue one the same shade as her plumage with a clear lid - and dragged it out of her closet with a big old heave. This was somewhat challenging, as she was one of those avians with wing-arms, so she lacked the sort of digits many folks had and instead had to use dexterous, powerful feather-like appendages at the end of her wings to grab. It was either that or her equally capable foot-talons. She did what she could with either.

That was one bin, but she had four more, each one labelled. The first one was just plugs of various sizes and shapes and purposes, some with tunnels in them, some with multiple ridges, some made of glass or ademane crystal for magical enhancement, but most just basic plugs. The second one was one full of vibrators, everything from realistic dongs of every species to simple beads and eggs. The remaining three were just every variation of every different race's cocks she could find. Horses, bulls, dragons, gryphons, wolves, and everything in between. She even had some human cocks, but they were not her favourite. Human cocks and errove cocks (Any hooved creature, mostly including deer and bulls, but not including those lovely equine cocks) were the most boring in the world.

And as she used her toe claw to slice open the tape holding these boxes shut and ripped them open one by one, she slowly found herself losing a bit of that enthusiasm. Her excitement slowly faded away as her eyes went from one box to the next. This was the same collection of toys she enjoyed for most of her adult life, and yet everything looked so small. She grabbed one of her biggest plugs, one she knew she had a hard time taking even on the best of days, and couldn't help but think it seemed petite. It seemed inconsequential to her. "Huh. That's weird. Eeh, maybe I've watched too much porn. Those gals take way more than I ever could!"

Though she explained away her disappointment, she still managed to regain enough excitement to grab a handful of her favourites as well as a bottle of lube and make her way up the spiral staircase to that third story lighthouse turret that she used for self-reflection and meditation.

She put all five of the toys she brought with her on a shelf under the window that pointed towards her back yard. The five were all basic but high quality toys modeled after each of her favourite partners, all made by NoThEn Labs. One equine, one canine, one dragon, one gryphon, and a hipogryph, all with their own distinct elements, shapes, and sizes.

The Stud was the equine toy. Easily the longest one she brought up with tonnes of texture and features but really not all that thick. It did have a cumtube for ejaculation, but she didn't really use it all that often. She preferred real cum over fake cum or lube. She made enough on her own.

The Alpha was the canine toy with an inflatable knot. It had realistic texture and colours so it looked about as real as possible. While it wasn't her favourite of the toys - that went to the hippogryph or gryphon due to their combination of features - it was the only one with an inflatable knot and there was nothing quite like feeling one's partner swell inside and lock together. It was the smallest one.

Next came the gryphon which was a static toy. No tubes or inflatable knots, but a lovely combination of textures. The tip was tapered with nubs to simulate barbs, the shaft gradually tapered as it went down to the base, and the knot was made of up six distinct lobes that were fulfilling and easy to slip in when she was in the right mood. The knot took up about half of the toy's length in total, so it was very fulfilling whenever she was able to take the whole thing.

Her dragon cock was the one that was probably the biggest overall. It was not quite as long as the horse cock but it was thick all the way through, with intense textures from the rippled head to the ridged body and scale-patterns down its underside. IT, like the gryphon toy, lacked any special features but was great for bouncing on given the bulge half way down - it wasn't a knot, but the thickest part was in the middle, so it slipped in and out every time she rode it.

Finally came the hippogryph, an unholy amalgamation of the equine and gryphon. It was just a head shorter than the stallion toy, but almost as thick as the dragon. The top half of it was modelled after a stallion, with distinct gryphon barbs on the tip and the ability to inflate the flare if she chose. Then, past the median ring and under the part that would be the velvety, loose-fitting skin of the horse's cock was a knot not unlike the gryphons with six tapered lobes to really fill her up.

The hippogryph was her all-round favourite, and yet she felt apprehensive as she looked at the roster of partners she'd brought upstairs with her. They were five out of seven of the biggest toys she had, and yet she felt deep down inside like it wasn't going to be enough. She knew that, even on her best days the dragon toy and the hippogryph were not easy to handle but she still brought them up with every intention of using each one of them. That would have been a challenge if she had been practising all week, it would be nearly impossible after months of not toying.

Still, she shrugged and disregarded her own hesitations. She internally knew she was just being over-excited and she'd almost certainly rediscover her limits without much hassle.

She grabbed a bottle of lube and went to pour some onto her feather-hands before pausing a bit to wait and see what she could do without it first. Once she put the bottle back down on the shelf in front of the line up of toys, she crouched down, squatting over a towel she'd left there prior to lightly caress her lips. Her plump vulva practically twitched against her touch, and when she pulled her feather away she saw a thick trail of natural lubricant drooping between her fingers and lips. Clearly she was excited to have fun again.

So, without further hesitation, she returned to her loins, slipping one of her feather-fingers into herself with ease, parting her flesh and caressing her walls in all directions. She knew what buttons to press, even if she wasn't as experienced as she once was. This allowed her to relax a bit, her loins descending and her lips parting to expose her insides just enough to not get in the way. She was relaxed, she was calm, she was satisfied and enjoying the sensation of her long, thick fingers curling into her and massaging her flesh.

All that self-pleasure built something up inside her, and before long she felt the need to go to the next step and incorporate one of the toys. She didn't know which one to go with first, so she tried to make up a fantasy about being mounted by each of the associated partners to go with each of the toys. The stud was first, so she aggressively thrust her fingers in as deep as they could go, happily filling herself with her imaginary horse cock as her toes curled and snagged on the towel beneath her.

That was lovely, of course, but it was only a start. After she enjoyed the fantasy of being bent over an artificial breeding mare and filled, she made her way through each of the other fantasy partners. The gryphon was similar but warmer and more passionate, the hippogryph was a lovely blend of the two with an intense start and compassionate finish, while the dragon was lying on its back while she rode him, cowboy style. Each of them had their own fantasies, but it was the alpha that won in the end.

Above all else, she wanted to feel the sensation of being pounded then filled with knot as the lobes swelled inside her, locking them together. That was what she wanted, so she grabbed the canine toy and rubbed its shaft up and down her slit, soaking it in her fluids and teasing her opening before grabbing the bottle of lube and dousing the toys shaft and knot with it. She smeared the slick, creamy lube all over herself, then leaned back and slowly slipped it into her.

The toy itself was the smallest of the five, but it was still the biggest canine toy with the inflatable knot. The inflatable part of it could easily get to be as big around as her fist and even bigger than the static gryphon or hippogryph knots as well as the bulge on the dragon. Of the toys, it was the one with the most capacity for girth, so she forced it in as deep as it would go and immediately started pumping the bulb at the end of the hose attached to it.

It had been a long time, the concept of foreplay was not on her mind at the time. She just wanted to feel that knot inside her! She wasn't wasting any time.

However, as she pumped it up the recommended twenty-five times, she didn't feel the usual sensation of pressure she knew she should have. Normally, when the toy was as swollen as it would get, she could feel it resisting her opening, threatening to pop out only to have her lips clenched tight around it, unwilling to let go. She felt some pressure, but it wasn't the intense sensation she craved.

No big deal. The toy had been in storage for a while and there was a good chance the valve was broken or something. She assumed it wasn't in operational mode and thus went to pull it out, willing to accept she might just have to move onto a different toy and replace this one.

It was when she went to tug it out that she felt that familiar tug against her inner lips. She used her finger to try and dislodge it, but she noticed the bulging, swollen toy was at full girth without any broken features. The knot had swelled, she just was able to take it with ease! This did excite her, so rather than switching the valve and moving on, she simply started grinding against the toy, forcing the fully-engored knot to shift and rotate inside her, the shaft stirring her loins and creating a sloshing sensation among the natural fluids and lube deep within her.

Her pleasure quickly spiked as the textures of the knot rubbed against her G-spot, forcing her walls to contract and press down against the toy's girth. Normally, this would apply pressure and make it feel like her partner was tugging but couldn't get out, but the moment she grunted and pushed down on it, the toy popped out of her with an audible splash as her lips spat it out, a slimy trail of lube following after and soaking the towel.

This took her out of the moment enough to delay her acknowledgement of what had happened. When she finally looked down, she saw the toy was in fact at its full girth, the knot swollen and distended exactly as it was meant to. While that was sexy to have had a knot pop right out of her, it wasn't what she wanted. She desired something more, something bigger, something more intense.

So she went right onto the next one without even deflating the toy. Next on her list was the stud toy; nothing quite like horse cock, that was for sure. Unfortunately, she knew before she even smeared the lube on the shaft that it would bore her pretty quickly. The canine's knot popped out of her with relative ease, so it was clear she had built up a level of tolerance she wasn't used to.

Still, she went right ahead and proceeded as expected. She smeared the toy's length, rubbed the bulbous head against her opening, and squatted down on it without any real resistance. Usually she could make it about half way down its length before the head hit her cervix and she had to take a few moments to adjust and find a better angle or let her flesh loosen and stretch, but she never found a limit. She leaned back until she fell off balance and swallowed every bit of the toy, leaving only the balls grinding against her clit. She didn't even feel the head hitting her cervix!

Ah well. Eve expected this so she didn't dwell on it. Like the canine toy, she pushed it out and let it flop on the ground in a splash of natural fluids and lube before reaching out to the next one down the line. The gryphon. She knew this thing's knot would be a hell of a task to handle, even at her best.

It was thicker than her wrist, with the knot about as big around as her forearm. It was by no means the biggest toy in her lineup - the dragon was overall bigger and the hippogryph has a nearly-identical knot but thicker shaft and head - but it was the one she used the most. The tapered tip and shaft leading to the knot ensured that, of all her toys, it was the one that allowed her to handle the most with the least amount of prep. The knot was second only to the fully inflated canine.

Eve quickly learned that this streak of luck was not ending any time soon. Once she plopped the toy down on the towel, she grabbed the toy and smeared it all over from top to bottom with the same lube she'd used on the canine and equine toys, soaking its black flesh and then using the leftovers on herself. She grabbed the shaft, used the barbed tip to stroke her clit, then descended upon it until she felt the girth of the knot pressing against her lips. This was usually the part where she had to back off, relax a bit, and bounce on the top of the knot to gradually open her up. That was not the case this time.

Rather than her usual, bouncy fun, she simply bent her legs to slowly descend on the toy with all her weight, gasping and chirping gently as she felt the first two of six knot lobes parting her lips and slipping into her. She tried to clench - which slowed the descent a bit - but it was mostly ineffective. Her weight and her level of arousal mixed with the tapered nature of the toy and the copious volumes of lube that soaked them both worked against her, allowing the remaining four lobes of the knot to pop into her all at once as she slammed down on the base of the toy.

She whimpered as she felt that barbed tip find her cervix, tickling her and dilating her at the same time. This was not her goal and she couldn't help but wince and curl her toes in discomfort. It wasn't all bad, but the sensation was not something she was expecting and thus felt the need to alleviate immediately. She leaned forward, pushed with all her might, and grunted until the gryphon's knot burst from her depths and landed in the middle of the room, missing the towel in its entirety.

Three toys down, all taken with ease, with two to go. She was still hungry for more flesh, her loins were throbbing and sensitive, and she felt hollow inside to the point where the only solution was more cock. Next up was the hippogryph, which was basically the same as the gryphon and stud if they were mashed together as one. It was the gryphon without the tapered length; it was the stallion with a knot. It was also the last toy with any moving parts, as the tip inflated like the canine's knot.

This was her favourite, even if she'd never quite taken the knot on it. Something told her she might actually be able to do that this time, given how easily her lips swallowed the other toys.

Like every other cock before it, the hippogryph got coated in lube that she smeared all over with her feather-fingers, sensually stroking it like it was attached to a quadruped beast. She wanted to please whatever was attached to it, so they would do the same to her.

Unlike the other toys, this one didn't slip into her with the same ease as the rest. The head was a partially inflated equine flare with barbs around the rim, followed by a thick stallion shaft and bulbous gryphon knot. None of it was going to be taken with such ease. This time she was not surprised by what happened, as she had to grab and twist the head of the toy to slip it past her pink lips before it'd plunge deep into her. The head - barbs and all - pressed out against all her walls as it sunk into her, eliciting a gasp from her beak as she felt her favourite toy disappear into her.

Between the gryphon and hippogryph, she had everything she wanted. The gryphon's knot was unlike anything she experienced and was regularly the one toy she could go for if she was in a size-queen mood, but the hippogryph had that lovely shape and texture of the equine. She had never taken the hippogryph's knot - the head was too thick and the toy was overall too big - but it remained a long-time favourite of hers that she brought out any time she wanted to test herself.

Despite having to put in some work to get the head past her plump lips, the rest came as easily as the gryphon before that point! Just like with the gryphon, she descended with ease, allowing the toy to widen her and stretch her out with little in the way of resistance. Her lips descended past the shaft as the head buried itself in her depths, then her lips felt the knot and simply stretched to take it like it was a normal cock and not as big as her forearm!

She stared, wide-eyed at the toy's fleshy-looking colours as the median ring and each one of those gryphon-styled knots disappeared into her, two at a time. Like the gryphon, she didn't need to stop and bounce or give herself time to adjust, she just let her weight and the lube do their job as she slowly descended on the knot with ease until it lurched and popped into her all at once!

Just like the gryphon, she gasped and squirmed in delight, but unlike the gryphon she didn't feel the tapered tip penetrate any deeper and thus she didn't have that squirming discomfort that came with it. Instead, she just felt absolutely stuffed full! The semi-flared head was nesting comfortably as deep as it would go, and the knot just barely lurched past her lips, locking in place.

All at once she was overwhelmed. The full-bodied sensation of being full from one end to the other and the sense of pride she got from conquering a once insurmountable toy was too much to handle all at once. She chirped loudly, collapsed onto her chest where she landed on the horse and canine toys, and rubbed her clit until she felt a climax coming on. She did all she could to grind and clench and push against the knot, hoping to get that feeling of struggle and pressure as she finished herself off. The only thing left to do was to grab that bulb at the end of the tube attached to the toy to inflate the flare inside her!

Ten pumps later and her loins were struggling to hold on; the pressure was too much for her, even in this heightened state of arousal! She tried clenching and pushing at the same time to better emulate the sensation of her partner going rump to rump with her, but it seemed she pushed a little too much and the toy burst from her pussy, leaving her gaping and twitching as her climax swept over her and left her a blubbering, sloppy mess.

But she wasn't done. She still had one more toy to go and unlike males she wasn't immediately done the moment she hit that plateau. Now, it was her job to sustain that pleasure until she collapsed or couldn't take it any longer and passed out!

She grabbed the bulgey dragon toy and kicked the hippogryph out of the way, leaving the two knotted toys behind her. She collected as much of the lube around her as she could find and slathered it on the drake's member from tip to base, hoisting it to her favourite spot and shakily positioning herself above it. Her orgasm was starting to dissipate so she wasted no time touching her gaping opening to its tip and putting all her weight on it with little care for her safety.

Just like the others, the toy - massive bulge and all - slipped into her with little resistance, the thickest part in the middle only temporarily slowing her descent until its girth burst past her opening and practically forced itself into her right to the base! The biggest toy she had, as thick as the knot of the hippogryph throughout and only gently tapered with a rounded tip that slammed her cervix but didn't dare go any further. IT was wonderfully fulfilling, both physically and emotionally as she'd never taken it to the base before.

The combination of pressure within her and the release of accomplishment kept her at that same level of orgasmic delight for what felt like ages as she struggled to not force the toy out, beak clenched and feathers all on end. She rubbed her clit, pushed down with all her might while also adjusting her balance to ensure it didn't escape her, and continued to grind against the spike-like nubs at the base of the toy she'd always wanted to feel on her clit for as long as she had the toy.

All at once, her pleasure hit its peak, skyrocketed, and overwhelmed her as she shook in place and collasped, blacking out with the last things she felt being the deep-bodied lurch of the toy's many ridges and textures escaping her dilated, distended flesh, leaving her gaping and hollow and leaking copious amounts of lubricant and natural fluids all over the place.

Her feathers were all aflutter and she still felt tremors of delight coursing through her loins when she awoke from her blackout. Her pussy was still dripping and leaking, but was no longer gaping. She felt weak, but immensely satisfied with herself as she struggled to get to her feet. After taking only a couple steps and surveying the glorious mess she'd left on the floor, her knees gave out and she flopped onto her hammock, swinging wildly before composing herself.

"Hnnnngph!" She groaned to herself as she flopped her wrist over her forehead. She was left a groggy, exhausted mess so much so that she wasn't even sure if her experiences were real. Part of it felt like a dream, her mind had drifted so much.

But nope! As she caught another glimpse of the mess she'd left on the floor, she could confirm that the equine and canine toys were still in a sloppy mess on the towel while the gryphon and hippogryph were in the middle of the floor behind where she'd been squatting and the dragon toy was still straight up where she'd left it, all of them soaked with lube.

Curious, she slipped a pair of fingers inside herself - one from each hand - and probed around inside to see if she'd done some damage. To her delight, she saw only the clear fluid of the lube and her own natural juices without any blood or other nastiness. She couldn't fully comprehend this, but concluded that the only possible explanation was that her built up tension was what made it so that she was able to do and take more than ever before.

And as much as she wanted more and felt the need to go for another round, she did have chores to attend to. She had to make some soup, and get some groceries from the store. She didn't enjoy going into town all too often, so she made sure to get as much as she could and make food that could be frozen and reheated later without issue.

For some reason she really wanted something with butternut squash, eggplant, and other huge vegetables that would be fun to play with before cooking with them.

That thought in her mind, she rolled to her feet and made her way down the stairs, where she made a point to take inventory and create a list before doing her in-town chores. It was going to be a good day. So good, in fact, that she didn't even bother cleaning up the mess she'd left in her tower room. Naw, that wasn't important; what was important was what came next.

Under most circumstances she'd have found a high perch and flown most of the way to town, but her escapade left her too tired to do that very exhausting trip in that manner so she instead walked.

It was still relatively early in the day, so she had lots of time to get to her destination, which must have been five kilometers south of her home. The walk would take her from her front porch, down her long winding driveway, and down a series of mostly-hidden and narrow pathways before hitting the pathway next to the urto trade route, more colloquially known as Urto Highway. Once she got to that pathway along Urto, it wasn't long at all before she'd make it to the hamlet of North Klyneth where she could get her groceries and return home to have fun.

However, the pathway made its way through a rather large park about halfway between her house and Urto. This park was fenced in on all sides and was great for people to bring their pets. There was a detour around it if she didn't want to get involved with others, but it was relatively empty and she liked doggos and other pets so she happily chose the branch in her path that would take her through the park. This proved to be a very good decision on her part.

For her trek into town she wore only a simple pair of jogging shorts and the backpack she intended to carry the groceries back home in. She also had a handful of reusable bags just in case she needed more space and the backpack didn't hold it all.

The entire walk from her home to the park had her struggling to walk straight; her loins were tender and her knees were still weak, but the farther she got from home the stronger he stride became. The apple she enjoyed on the way certainly helped regain her energy, which was a great thing because there was no way she'd walk all the way to town and back without a boost in energy.

After crossing through the gate to the park, having ignored the alternate route that circumvented the area, Eve was immediately met with the image of a handful of people and their pets all having fun and frolicking together. Dogs, cats, pet dragons and gryphons, all manner of masters and pets. Eve was enamoured, as usual. She loved giving preens and head-rubs to pets of all manner!

Within seconds of making her way through the gate, a rather large, long-haired dog immediately bounded towards her, leaping up to give her a slobbery, slimy kiss as it wagged its tail happily. She did her best to handle it but was almost thrown off balance given the pup's size and weight. She was already a small bird, and avians typically were very light even for their size. She kissed the dog back and nuzzled its cheeks while its owner - a green dragon biped - called across the field at them.

"Sorry! Hestus, get down! I'm so sorry, miss, he doesn't normally jump!" He apologized.

"It's okay!" Eve countered with a smile as she lightly set the dog's front paws down. "I love animals, they're so cute. I wouldn't be passing through an off-leash park if I didn't expect to get a few paw-prints on me." She brushed off the dirt that the dog's pounce had left on her chest right below her exposed breasts. Given that she wasn't legally obligated to wear a top, she often didn't. This was pretty common in the region so the dragon paid it little to no mind.

However, as the owner got his dog to stay down, the dog decided to bury its snout between Eve's legs, sniffing her still-throbbing groin. This made the owner immediately grab the dog's collar and bashfully pull him away as Eve simply clenched her thighs together and twisted her body to hide herself. Both Eve and the dragon owner bowed politely to one another and simply went their separate ways, with Eve pushing through the park on the paved path.

The park itself was actually really big, with dozens of different open fields connected by narrow pathways and thick vegetation. The fences surrounding the park on all sides were double high with inward-facing segments on top; some creatures such as dragons and gryphons were able to climb or fly and that was heavily discouraged by the build of the fences. It was more like a sports arena than a park, even though there were jungle gyms, obstacles, benches, and toys all over the place.

She often took this route into time when she lacked the energy to fly. She hadn't lived in this region for very long but she was already enamoured with the way things worked here. In some areas, it was uncommon or outright forbidden to have pets that were too close to the owner's species, so ciennic folk were not allowed to have dogs. Jysar were not allowed to have cats. Oairans like Eve wouldn't be allowed to have birds. In Klyneth, anyone could have any pet with the right permits. That's why she wasn't shocked to see jysarians near domesticated felines and even saw one errove with a miniature pony playing alongside a pack of dogs. Nothing was out of place, and she loved it.

However, in spite of all her curiosity and her observation, she noticed something that didn't quite seem right. Every pet she saw had an owner that she was able to match up - sometimes multiple pets to a single master and sometimes multiple owners to a single pet - except one. It was a rather large, dwarf-winged gryphon with a greenish gray coat, creamy brown plumage, and lime-green highlights that wore a green-spiked collar. He was chasing around all the other pets with reckless abandon, occasionally tackling smaller gryphons and dragons and dogs without any owner coming out to take responsibility for his actions.

Eve was not in the mood to get involved, but her ever-present curiosity drove her to want to make a move. She may not have cared much for fellow agens - sentient folk as opposed to feral - but she had quite a strong love for beasts of all kinds. She was especially fond of beasts of her kin such as gryphons and hippogryphs. It's also why she was so fond of those toys, but she tried her best to keep that fantasy to herself. While such intimacy was certainly allowed - there was even a local Ranch that offered that service as sort of beasty brothel - it still wasn't something that was commonly accepted.

As she got close to maybe see if she could find a name or number on the large gryphon's collar, he bounded away to give chase. She, not caring much about how she looked to other masters and pet owners, chased the gryphon out of the field and down a narrow pathway into another side area of the park. There, she noticed that there were only two entrances and no other people around. It was just the single bend in the pathway with a bench looking out over a simple, square-shaped field. Very simple, but whoever designed the place clearly intended this as a serene location within the park.

The gryphon stood tall in the middle of the field, daring Eve to give chase again. His tail was swishing behind him and his stubby little wings fluttered as he leaned forward with one front talon raised, ready to run if she got too close. His beak was agape and his gaze was fixated on Eve.

She glared right back at him with an equally gaped grin, challenging him in a manner of speaking. Though her intent was not sinister or territorial, she knew a lot of pets would do a stare and stiffen up before leaping around in a playful mood; the gryphon she was sharing her gaze with seemed very similar in demeanour to a dog or puppy so she hoped this stare down would elicit a playful response. Ideally, this would allow her to get close to maybe see the gryphon's tags.

Eve was in luck! As she put her backpack down near the bench, the gryphon got down into a pounce position with his chest on the ground, butt in the air, and claws extended forward. There still wasn't anyone coming to get him and nobody was calling out, so she crept forward, gaze never straying from the gryphon's as she got closer.

Once she was within pounce range, the gryphn leapt forward and pinned her to the ground, nipping at her plumage and licking her face intermittently. As he was doing this, she managed to reach past his cheeks and grab the leather of his collar, feeling around until she got a hold of what she assumed to be a tag of some sort.

It took her a moment to get ready, but once she was able to push his beak to the side, she was able to read the name 'Ralek' on the wing-shaped tag. She was about to turn it over and see if there was any contact information on the back when she realized she may have made a dire mistake.

Within seconds of being pushed away from her face, Ralek sniffed his way down her chest and pressed his beak against her groin, huffing her post-arousal scent through the jogging shorts. His eyes went from wide and playful to narrow and intense as his plumage stood on end, his demeanour changing from playful to aggressive. Despite him being playful at first, this was a different gryphon.