A little seasoning
Warning! Warning! Warning! This story contains all those things your mom and dad said they'd tell you about when you grew up, in hopes you'd never ask again. Avert your eyes, lest this missage burns itself into your retinas, for I can't be held accountable for your marred purity! And all the rest. You know the deal. 18 blah blah don't read blah blah legal blah blah... Okay, enough on with the story. Warning! Warning! Warning! __________________ A Little Seasoning - By Kandrel
- * * "I told you he was watching you." The panther's gaze was drawn by my words towards a nameless wolf navigating himself across the glittering and half-full dance floor, whose eyes were traveling over less traveled terrain the club's somewhat uneven and scuffed-smooth wood floor. The wolf glanced again, but after one last leer, decided the panther was probably more trouble than he could handle, and quickly disappeared into the sitting and spectating crowd on the far side from us. I sighed, ears swiveling back on my head as my whiskers drooped again. "Tamal, I'm sure you'd get laid alot more often if you'd stop scaring off the cute ones so quickly." The panther turned to me with a half-hearted scowl and shook his head. "Laid? You know me, Kan, that's not what I want. Anyway, I'm here to dance and watch the scenery, and if something happens, well, it does." I laughed a little, but refused to walk that old road of a conversation again. My ears perked, watching the dance floor while surveying the "scenery" as well. A tap on my shoulder turned my head, and my half smile curved into a full one, left arm sliding around the back of the slim lizardman that slid lithely into the seat next to me. I leaned my head over, sniffing in the sharp tang of reptile and licked along his colarbone in greeting. His head turned to me and rubbed his smooth scaled cheeks against mine momentarily, before both of our attention was drawn to the dance floor as my previously docile panther friend took the initiative. He ducked and weave, clearing a small circle among the less imaginative, his tail tracing his path in long, sinuous waves. As he disappeared into the crowd, only his alert ears perking above the crowd every few seconds betraying his continued existance, I turned to the lizard again, smirking. "Hello, Aquilus lovey." I talked over the pounding music into his earslit. "I trusst Tamal's enjoying himsself?" He hissed, his siblants in rare form tonight. His long forked tongue touched my nose briefly, and he grinned widely, showing rows of needle sharp teeth. "Eh, I just wish he'd found a toy to take with him today. This place isn't near as fun without someone to enjoy it with, mm?" I squeezed his rump softly, and was rewarded by a small jump. He scowled good naturedly at me, then his eyes left my face, tracing something intently in the crowd. "Mmmm... Right..." He said distractedly. In a curious fit, I wrapped my tail around the lizardman's waist and followed his gaze. It wasn't hard to find the target of his attention, though. Wings rose in a quick flap above the crowd near the entrance, clearing a little room and allowing me a good view. A large leonine shape twisted its way deftly through the milling audience, hard beak and feathered head capping the gryphon's noble form clearly, though most of the rest was cloaked by the loose fitting greyish black shirt and pants he was wearing. I turned back to the lizardman, my own vulpine features lifting in mingled anticipation and inquisitive curiosity. "Mmm, Kandrel, my beauty, my love, did we have any plans to spend the night alone tonight?" I smirked in response, and shook my head slowly, answering the interested spark in Aquilus' dark eyes. I turned again, but the gryphonic shape had disappeared into the darker lounge of the club. I kept my attention peeled for his return, only half-heartedly watching the floor, where my panther friend circled a smaller leopard slowly, the unspoken rituals of the dance keeping them at arms distance. As my attention wavered again, I felt a hard slap of scale against my rump, the lizardman's tail bringing me back to attention as I leaned forward on my stool and watched the gryphon's form reappear again, heading toward a small circular table not far from our position. With a wink, I stood and approached, swiveling an empty seat at the gryphon's table to draw his attention. "Hey, don't suppose this seat is taken?" I sat before the response left his beak, tail curling over my lap, white tip thwipping slowly in sight. His eyes drank in my short vulpine form, black triangular ears, long muzzle, lithe and thin form. His eyes were caught watching the flitting of my tail, staring at my crotch, before his nares colored slowly, shaking his head and responding, "Yes, it is now." I smiled at the old and tired joke. "I'm sorry for being so forward, but I haven't seen any avians in here in ages, let alone a mythic. So, before you got scooped up by someone else, I thought I'd hijak some of your time here. Hi, my name's Kandrel." He smiled at the tips of his beak, eartufts laying down across his mantle. "Kylarr, and I just got into town. I'm from a ways off, and, well, honestly, we don't have any places like this where I'm from." "Neither did I, at least, until I came here. Then again, I don't think I'd have known what to do when I was back up north anyway. So, since this is your first time, what'd you expect?" "Well, honestly, I expected there to be, errr, a lot less clothes." His nares colored a little, and I choked down a laugh on his behalf, I glanced over his shoulder, winking to Aquilus as he approached the table, three bubbling drinks in small plastic cups in hand. He sat next to me, and his hand found my paw, squeezing it reassuringly. "You going to introduce me to your new friend, love?" He looked over the gryphon, grinning openly. "Lovey, this is Kylarr, new to town here. Kylarr, this is Aquilus, my mate." I stopped, judging the moment silently and hoping the two warmed up to each other. The gryphon paused for a second, looking over the lizardman with the same intense gaze, before breaking into a smile again, "That's a strange name. Better suited to a gryphon, I say! What luck, running into a lizard named "Eagle." I grinned again, mine matching Aquilus' next to me. "Kylarr here was mentioning here how he expected a lot more nudity here in the club." The gryphon's ears dropped again quickly, and he chirped a quick embarrassed exclamation, "That wasn't what I said!" Aquilus grinned widely and looked at me quickly in confirmation, "Well, I'd have to agree, there's definitely not enough bare scales showing here in the club." I mirrored his sentiment, and ran a paw beneath the lizardman's shirt, keeping my eyes on the gryphon intently. Kylarr gulped, watched us and smiled again with a quick tilt of his head. He looked around, wondering if anyone else was watching us, then licked his beak. "I, uhm, don't suppose, then, that you two would happen to know where around here there'd be significantly less clothing at this time of night, then?" I laughed loudly, looking back over his form and reaching out one tentitive paw to rub over his wings. He turned in his swivel chair a little, and leaned into it eagerly, shivering as my fingers squeezed around the base of his wings. I leaned into my lizardman's side, surprised at the gryphon's unabashed offer. Aquilus shrugged and grinned again, and nipped my neck. He whispered into my ear as my paws rubbed over the gryphon's tight and incredibly strong back muscles, "See, I can pick 'em, can't I?" I nodded happily, but as we started to gather a small crowd of onlookers in the tables surrounding us, I stopped self-consciously. I stood suddenly and snapped up my jacket, hanging it over my shoulder. The gryphon, almost in a too-fast motion, stood to his feet and rubbed a paw over my shoulder eagerly. In a smooth motion, Aquilus insinuated himself between us, stealing the gryphon's attention. "Kanfoxy, I'm going to go warm up the car. You should see if you can let Tamal know that he's on his own. Big, cute, and feathery, want to join me?" The gryphon looked between me and the lizardman, then nodded curtly. He picked at the thin paper strip around his wrist sadly, as if bemoaning the loss of the cover charge for the whole five minutes he'd spent in the club. I shook my head sympathetically, but disappeared into the crowd in search of my panther friend. He wasn't difficult to find, reclined in a stool with the same leopard in his lap. They were talking softly, too quietly under the blare of the club's pounding beat to be heard. I glanced significantly in his direction, trying politely to get his attention. His head raised as he noticed me, and I looked over towards the entrance, where the lizardman and gryphon were already on their way out. Tamal smiled a little and made a shooing motion with one paw. As the leopard noticed the motion and looked back at the owner of his his so-snug lap curiously, Tamal's paw slipped into the leopard's pants, and the feline immediately subdued, a look of surprised bliss on his face. I took that as my definite dismissal, and padded towards the parking lot, a definite bounce in my step. The ride home was fairly uneventful, at least in terms of the driving. My paws stayed glued to the steering wheel, and eyes peeled on the road. I tried adamantly to ignore the faint squeaks and moans from the seat next to me, where the Gryphon sat. In the seat behind him, Aquilus teased and prodded him relentlessly. I tried to put the erotic scene taking place out of my mind, but I couldn't help the occasional glance to my right, trying to drink in the sight of the tip of dripping gryphonic arousal rising a few inches from the nest of his baggy jeans, straining against the waistband of his boxers. Aquilus's muscular tail had wormed its way between the seats, and disappeared beneath the folds of fabrics mounding in the gryphon's lap, and I had to tear my eyes away before I lost attention on the road completely. I whined very softly beneath my breath, my own erection pressing hard against the band of my seatbelt beneath my pants. I heard some shifting in the back, and a glance in the rearview confirmed that Aquilus had heard it, his scaled hand snaking in between the seats, rubbing my belly softly. Another five minutes of delicious torture concluded our trip home. The gryphon strained to fit himself back in his pants before opening the door and following us closely. We'd stopped at a small house, nestled in between two other small houses, mirrored on the other side of the street by identical small houses. I pulled out my keys, unlocking the door as the gryphon and my teasing lizardman followed closely, smelling so rankly of anticipation and sex. I shivered a bit, my body responding in kind, my hand shaking just enough to make unlocking the door difficult. After a few second of useless fiddling, I fit the key to the hole, and the portal opened, inviting warmth spilling out over our small group. The gryphon walked slowly, taking in the new place. Not three steps into the house, I opened the door to the left, ushering them both into Aquilus' and my bedroom. I hopped quickly, ducking my head into the living room around the corner. An older ocelot lounged across a smaller ferret of indeterminate gender. I smiled winningly to them and nodded my head in the direction of my room. "Got visitors, Kan?" "Yah, we'll try not to make too much noise." "Oh, don't fret. We're just watching this new action flick that Erin found." The ferret beamed me an amiable gaze, before returning gaze to the TV. "It's sort of messed up, but you guys can watch if after you're done if you'd like." "Thanks, we just might." My nose twitched, sniffing something that caught my attention. The ocelot caught the smell and smirked. "Smells like they started without you. Off with ya'. Stop watching us old cripples and have fun." I whirled tail, giving them a friendly flick of my white flag before slipping into my bedroom, eyes adjusting to the dim illumination. The gryphon was completely naked now and seated on the bed. Aquilus was between his legs, scaled palms rubbing the thinly furred orbs, hanging low in Kylarr's sac, while his tongue played over the thick length that rose halfway up the gryphon's belly. I gulped, then grinned widely, watching with intense interest. Neither seemed to have noticed me, and Kylarr's shaft disappeared into Aquilus' muzzle, the gryphon letting out a breathy yowl as his taloned hands gripped the sheets. My paw wandered down and unbuttoned the fly of my jeans, fingers deftly letting the zipper loose with a muffled scratch. Neither of the occupants of the bed seemed to have noticed, Aquilus' eyes closed as he closed his lips around the gryphon's sheath, throat working slowly, and cheeks bulging as his tongue started thrashing around. Having been on the recieving end of that treatment, I huffed a soft breath, fingers starting to work my sheath through my thin briefs. They were already quite soaked in the front with my pre, and the waistband gave way as the fleshy tip of my shaft drooped out of my sheath. As my eyes became more accustomed to the light, I drank in the sight in front of me. The gryphon was breathing heavily, half-feathered and furred chest raising and dropping every second. I admired his form, topped by the hawk-like head, beak softer and less raptorial than his avian counterpart. Eartufts perked and drooped with his labored breaths. His chest and shoulders were incredibly muscled, almost out of proportion with the rest of his body. The reason showed obviously, as his wings tented in excitement, firmly anchored at his shoulder blades, long flight feathers dragging in the sheets of the bed. His arms were wrapped around Aquilus' head, cradling it softly as he started to thrust his hips into the lizard's tightly sucking mouth. As I focused, I could just barely see the thick gryphon shaft wedged between the scaled lips, and I took a few slow strokes at my own growing vulpine organ, thumbing the tip and gathering pre as I watched the scene. Aquilus pulled back his smooth and finely scaled head, long tongue still wrapped around the gryphon's shaft. As he slowly let his tongue unwind, his paw gave one long stroke up the length, and Kyrall jerked. A thick gout of whitish gryphon cum shot over Aquilus' head, landing across the back of his vaguely skink-like head. He jerked his head back, a little of the runny liquid spraying from his scales as he darted his head around, trying to catch the squirts on his tongue. I gave myself one last slow stroke, then approached. Neither of them noticed until I crawled onto the bed and opened my legs, straddling the gryphon from behind, arms reaching beneath his wings and holding him in a tight hug. He moaned, then leaned back against me liquidly, wings dropping to his sides and laying across the bed limply as his breathing started to steady slowly. I breathed lightly across his eartufts and purred softly under my breath, rubbing my entire front against him slowly, grinding my hips against his tail with slow motions. In an unspoken agreement, he pushed back against me, his paws rubbing across my thighs and skritches softly. Aquilus smirked then leaned forward, kissing me intensely over the gryphon's shoulder, tasting of gryphon spunk. After the lingering kiss, he stood, and smiled over his shoulder at us, fingering at his shirt as he turned. His shirt fell away, a few drops of the gryphon's spunk slowly absorbing into the material as it lay on the floor. The lizard bent at the waist, and as his tail raised, curling in delicious invitation over his back. His form was skinny and lithe, close to his skink lineage. His head was striped in long bands that ran down his back and down to the tip of his tail. His legs and paws were long for a lizard, but were still short in comparison to his long body. His pants wound their way down their legs, his slits glistening in the low light. Already, the thick tip of his arousal was peeking from his front slit, the ebony shaft gleaming. I licked my lips and fondled the Gryphon slowly, paw dropping to his still leaking shaft. It stirred slowly, sluggish to come back to life after his previous performance, but before long, he started breathing hard again as the lizardman slowly strip teased us. Without further ado, I snaked one of my legs out from around Kylarr, and leaned back in the bed, removing my too-restraining pants and shirt and throwing them off to the side, forgotten and trampled on the floor. I rolled back, reveling in the feel of my fur against the feathered and furred form of the gryphon against my chest and between my legs. Now, without the interfering clothes, my shaft dripped stiffly against his tailbase. Kylarr groaned, and looked back at me with a hungry gaze. He lifted his hips a little bit and tilted himself forward, still grasping the sheets with his hands, tail lifting up and over my shoulder as he presented himself. I shivered slowly as I ran my paws over his rump, admiring the firm muscled form. He growled under his breath, surprising me as he lifted his hips a bit, then sat back. The spongy tip of my shaft poked against his thigh. I throbbed strongly, wrapping my arms around him tightly. With another low growl of frustration, he wriggled his hips around again, then lunged back again, pushing me back against the bed. With that sudden motion, my hard prick caught in his grasping pucker, and I sank to the knobs in his tight ass. He stiffened, then mewled softly, wings flapping in alarm as he shivered a little. I whispered up to him, "Too fast, pretty gryphon. You okay?" He grunted. "None of my friends back at home were as big as you are, foxy. Just, don't move for a minute." I nodded, but couldn't keep myself from pulsing and throbbing in his hot and inviting rump, resisting the urge to pull back and thrust. As his growls turned into indulgent purrs, Aquilus, who had been spectating from the side and slowly stroking his now long and dripping shaft, approached, tapping the gryphon on the shoulder. Kylarr opened his eyes, and looked up, then licked his beak as he eyed the cock dripping in the air in front of him. He dropped his head immediately, starting to lick around the shaft with his agile avian tongue. I took this as a queue, and pulled my hips back. Kylarr grunted, but didn't complain. With careful ease, I started stroking myself into his tight and grasping hole, tugging softly on his tail, and holding onto one of his wings for balance. I tilted my head back, reveling in the feel of the gryphon's wet walls surrounding me, hugging and tugging on me with each thrust. I wriggled my hips slowly, finding a better angle to thrust, and the gryphon leaned forward with a moan of his own. That pulled me from my bliss induced revery, common courtesy kicking in where my mind was failing. I wrapped my hand around his side and started to stroke his fully recovered organ, fingers deftly dancing over his lengthy. He moaned again, louder this time. With a mischevious grin, I gripped his shaft, and tugged back hard, thrusting myself into him hard, half-inflated knot banging against his rump. I pulled back, and Aquilus' cock dropped from his fingers. Kylarr's voice drifted over his head as I took my second hard thrust, "Fuck... Keep that up, pretty foxy. Mmf. Please..." He drifted off into an incoherent growl as I bottomed out again. I lost myself in the thrusting, fitting my shaft into his rump with quick, hard, timed thrusts, until I felt a tap on my paw stroking the gryphon. Aquilus, not to be left out, looked hungrily at the gryphon, then at me, pleading me with his expressive eyes. I smiled, and nodded. I gave the gryphon one last hard thrust, holding the position for a second, knot expanding his tailhole slowly, then letting it relax as I pulled completely from him. Kylarr looked back at me in confusion, then Aquilus' tail trailed up under his chin, dragging his view from me to the lizard. Aquilus bent himself over the bed low, tail in the air, then crawled up onto it with slow, slinky motions. His tail tugged Kylarr's gaze under his tail, then flicked his beak as he went to his shoulders, the lizard's scaled palms closing around his own thick shaft and pumping it. Kylarr hopped, crawling onto the bed, gryphonic shaft jumping to attention as he rubbed it underneath the lizard's tail. He tugged on the scaled tail softly, enjoying the smooth motion, but too impatient to withstand it for long. He grabbed his own shaft, then rubbed it against Aquilus' hind slit, the tip of the gryphon's shaft disappearing quickly into the depths, followed by the rest of the gryphon's cock. Kylarr growled again, scratching his talons down Aquilus' back, giving into a whole-body shiver as he started to tug his shaft free. He started to thrust quickly, the lizard's tight and inviting body hugging around his shaft in quick waves. I wasn't about to let those two have their own fun this time without joining in. After only a few deep thrusts of the gryphon into my scaled mate, I crawled up behind him, and with a paw to his back, pushed Kylarr over Aquilus' back. As he fell to his fours, I quickly slipped myself beneath his tail and pushed hard. As my anxiously throbbing cock speared into the gryphon in one quick thrust, both of them beneath me groaned in excstasy, my knot rubbing against Kylarr's tailring, and forcing the gryphon as deep into the lizard as possible. I smiled and leaned down, biting the gryphon's nape. He looked back over his shoulder, and smiled widely. Time to get down to business. I pulled back, almost free of his grasping hole, and he did the same. I thrust hard again, sinking my shaft into him quickly, as he speared himself deep into Aquilus with the force of the thrust. I pulled back quickly, not giving him much time to move. As I pistoned back into him, he chirped again, shredding the sheets beneath him as I started to pound at his rump. Aquilus let out a squeal beneath him as well, and as Kylarr's tailhole started to throb around me in quick squeezes, I realized that I'd just caused the gryphon to orgasm again, spraying down the lizard's insides with the thick, creamy gryphon cum I'd seen not long ago adorning Aquilus' scales. I thrust hard, holding on to Aquilus' hips so as not to unbalance us, and my twin knobs popped into the gryphon. With a burst of reddish light behind my vision, I started to hump quickly, the tight pressure behind my knot already enough to push me over the edge. The extra stimulation had me yipping shrilly in the gryphon's ear as I started to spray down Kylarr's tight intestines with runny vulpine spunk. My breath caught in quick spasms, holding myself deep in his guts, my entire attention taken with Kylarr's warm and inviting ass, and spraying my load into him. The little extra that leaked around my thick knot dripped down his thinly furred legs and gathered on the mattress. I gasped, collapsing onto his back, nestled between his wings, and put my paws down on the bed to steady myself. "Heheh, uhm, lovey, watch out." Aquilus giggled, somewhat deleriously, as I looked down. It was just about then that my palm started to register *wet* I looked down, and realized that I'd placed my right hand into a thin puddle of cum. I looked down, curiously, and saw the trail of the thick gouts leading back to Aquilus' shaft, still throbbing weakly and dribbling off to his side. "Oh." I stated weakly. At that, Kylarr started to laugh, a deep, throaty belly laugh that had his insides shaking. I hugged him around his chest and shivered, touching off another mini-orgasm, squirting another few times weakly in his rump. He murrred loudly back to me, then slipped himself free of Aquilus. It was the first time I'd clearly seen his shaft, and I was impressed. It must have been a good three quarters of a foot long, and at least a third of that around. I licked my lips, but it was without conviction. I was drained. Aquilus slowly rolled over, trailing cum over half of his body, and shivered. "Hey, did I hear something about a movie." I looked longingly over at the towel, well out of reach while I was still tied with the gryphon. Aquilus smirked, then got an evil glint in his eye. He stood, grabbed the towel, cleaned himself off slowly, then wrapped it around his waist. "You guys wait here, I'll go get the movie." I nuzzled against Kylarr's nape and nodded absently, still halfway between drained and orgasm, as each time the gryphon moved, my balls pulled up and half-heartedly shot into his upturned ass. Aquilus oogled for a second, drinking in the view, and I could see him tenting the towel mildly. "Okay, I'll be right back." He turned, opened the door and disappeared into the living room, door still wide open, light from the hallway streaming in and illuminating both the gryphon and I. Realization dawned, and I picked up my head, yelling out, "Lovey! The door!" I heard a small commotion in the living room. "Door! Lizard! Where are you? You left the door open!" I could hear a distant giggle, then footpads coming towards the room. Multiple. I tugged in a panic to get to the door, and the still half-conscious gryphon gurgled, grabbing me by the waist and holding me still. "The door's open, Kylarr, we've got to..." "Oh, my, Kylarr, you were right! This is priceless!" The ocelot stood in the door, admiring the view as I tugged and wriggled around the gryphon, trying to free myself. The ferret joined him in the door, then finally the lizard, towel still half-tented and grinning smugly to himself. "Aquilus... You will pay for this." I growled as I collapsed on the gryphon's back, hiding behind his wing. Kylarr looked over, then smiled mildly, lifting a wing, then his leg to give the audience a good view. My eartips burned, but there was no escaping now. I shivered a bit, waved to the good people, and plotted my revenge. But that's another other story. _________________________________________________________________ (Fin! Kandrel and Kylarr are copyright J. Fox Rosenberg, any resemblance to other characters is only incedental and unintentional. Aquilus is copywright his player. Reposting is permissable, however, all reposts must be in original form, and must contain the author's name unaltered.) Send kandrel mail! fox at foxyonline dot com Comments and suggestions are welcome, flames can go to hell. :P