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She was in love, sure, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy her own company. After all, nobody - not even her mate Leera - knew her body as well as she did. And you know what? Sometimes you just wanna enjoy the freedom of the open sky and the pounding of an exceptionally thick horse cock slipping in and out of your slit.

At least that's what Ceylon wanted.

Born without a defined gender, Ceylon the gryphon had learned to gradually alter their body to become either male or female, and while they generally adopted a masculine look and appeal, as well as a male identity, he often was found shifting over to the finer sex when he got in the mood. Having a cock was a wonderful sensation - even powerful and dominant - but there was something transcendent about having something inside, tickling your canal. It seemed more intimate, requiring a level of trust for his - or in this case, her - partner. Not to mention she was obsessed with the sore feelings she had tingling her lips and vaginal canal. A Male climax was quick but intense, but a female orgasm was long, drawn out, and offered a much deeper pleasure. She was truly addicted.

So today she was on her own, having travelled out of her home in the mountains and down the river that trailed away from the lake that was at the foot of said mountain. She'd forged a toy of fleshlike materials to look and feel like the well endowed members of the errov: an equine nomadic race that she always took advantage of when they came by.

She smiled, taking in the warmth of the midday sun as she tensed up the muscles in her crotch, pushing out a small stream of fluid that splattered out between her lips, landing right on top of the toy's rounded head. Her clit folded out and stayed out for a moment, lips quivering around it.

"This is going to be fun." She muttered to herself as she crouched down, angling her back and lifting her tail to let the fluid-moistened cock tip press against her wet lips, parting them gently before popping into her, forcing a light gasp from her beak. "Ah! Yesss!"

Her pucker tensed up as she flexed her vaginal muscles, squeezing her toned walls down around the toy's length; her clit folded out and spewed out a thick stream of her fluids onto the toy and ground beneath her, but that was okay. The tighter she squeezed, the better if felt, the more intense the subtle shifts inside her seemed. It was so hard to just not suck it all in; resistance and delay was getting harder to maintain as she jerked her hips up and down in brisk, shallow thrusts on the toy. It didn't take long for her to give in entirely, plopping all of her weight on it to feel every inch of its textured length slip between her lips and fill her nethers from lip to cervix.

"Mrrrrr!" She let out a long, strained moan as the equine tip pressed somewhat uncomfortably against her depths. Part of her wanted to use some of her magic to alter her form so that she could more comfortably take every inch of her lifeless but generous assistant, but another part of her decided she kind of liked the gentle twangs of discomfort.

Content with her decision, she waggled her hips from side to side, clenching one cheek before the other to make the toy shift inside her, rotating ever so gently and swishing back and forth to rub its rounded tip against her back wall. She had to stop to lick up a drop of drool that was forming at the crook of her beak, laughing at her own absentmindedness.

Her massive, meaty clit - a knob of hypersensitive flesh - tensed up periodically, rubbing against the round crest of the toy's balls as she wiggled back and forth, relishing every sensation. The gryphoness was absorbed in herself, beak gaped open as she gyrated her hips on the toy, pushing it from side to side in between brief clit rubbings.

She often was conflicted about using a toy. Nothing could compare to the real thing - a stallion or drake, or especially her friend Ilorek - but today she was in a hurry, so she wanted, nay, needed to get off. She was alone, her friends were all visiting far off lands to visit and embark on diplomatic affairs while she stayed home.

Luckily for her, it never took too long.

With the toy hilted inside her, she shifted on her back paws and slowly pulled off it, relishing the sensations of her toned, rippling canal clenching down on nothing as the head slipped out. The contractions actually helped push it out, bending the shaft before letting it flop messily onto her tail, which she was careful to put between the slickened toy and the dirt; she didn't want it getting messy or she'd have to rinse it off, and then she'd need to soak it with her lubrication to make it rideable again.

Well, she was going to do that anyway.

With her nethers tingling and lips pulsating with each heartbeat, she took in a deep breath, used her tail to prop the toy up, and carefully angled herself so that its pointed tip was wedged in between her engorged cunny lips a second time.

She couldn't help but let out a little gasp. It was a natural response to having something massaging her slit. Normally she kept silent when alone, not needing to impress anyone, but today she just couldn't help but let the cutest, drawn out chirp that turned to a whimper. Her beak clattered as she leaned into the toy, going as slow as she could to feel the head slip between her lips, followed by a shaft that bent a little before her walls relaxed enough to let it force itself in.

Her hind legs were getting weak, and it wasn't long at all before she let them give way, her thick, sensitive lips sucking up each inch of the toy. Her slit was ravenous, loosening just enough to let the thick toy plough through her; she could feel it stretching her out wide, filling her as a drake should. It was warm, thanks to the fluids she'd left on it, so it felt almost like the real thing, and better with each gentle thrust.

Today, Ceylon just wanted to let it sit in her as her muscles contracted in climax after climax. Some days she wanted the toy to ravage her slit, thrusting in and out as rough as you could imagine, but today she was feeling tight enough to clamp down on it and hold it in place, much like a proper knotting, though this toy certainly lacked a knot.

She really needed Ilorek. He'd stuff her good.

Her walls were so tight that even the slightest, simplest shift in her body felt like the toy was attached to a drill, slipping inside her, rotating. IT wasn't long at all before she felt that familiar sensation rock her body, clamping her muscles down so tight they squeezed the toy right out her backside.

Worried about wrecking it by bending it too abruptly, she quickly got to her feet, the final lurch of toy squishing its way out of her leaving her feeling empty, her lips dripping with ecstasy. She couldn't help but quiver in delight as her pussy winked, releasing a trail of thick goo from her sex to the toy, which stood at attention a meter behind her.

Her eyes rolled back up in her head as her wings instinctively spread as though she was being rutted. She tried to look over her shoulder at the toy but found she was happy just letting the lingering tingling burst through her flesh from end to end. Her slit was drooling thick viscous fluids and her stance remained wide. The air breezing by her nethers was a steady reminder of the ravaging she'd just received.

Her clit tensed up and spewed one last gob of juice all over the dirt of the dusty clearing as she heard the faint rustling of leaves behind her.

She spun her head around over her shoulder to get a look, keeping her stance wide and exposed. Her arousal was overpowering, blocking her logic centers that told her to face whatever it was that was coming.

Another rustle, and she saw a flash of purple scaled flesh slip by between two fronds. Her eyes narrowed as she squinted to get a better look but saw nothing. She knew something was there, perhaps stalking her, playing voyeur to her exhibitionist, but she saw nothing.

"Hey there sweetie, you can come out." She called out, voice quavering. It could be some hungry beast, or perhaps just a friend trying to give her a scare. "Who's there?"

Another rustle, and this time she caught a better look at the beast that was slipping in and out between fronds and ferns, watching her. It was a snake of some sort with a light and dark purple striped pattern down its sides. That was all she saw. It was big, but not too big.

She spread her wings and prepared to lift off, but as she did so the snake lunged at her, jaws open aimed at her flank. IT was so fast she was barely able to react, but her instincts took over and she hopped into the air with the aid of a flap of her wings, spun around, and kicked the snake in the side of the jaw before landing back on her hind legs, the snake laid flat out on the dusty clearing.

"Hah! Strike at me, will you!" She gloated. Having got a better look, she could see it was a naga with purple hair. It was a very, very purple beast.

The snake writhed about on the ground a bit, jaw clearly dislocated and out of place. "Why'd you do that?" He groaned.

Ceylon was confused. Why wouldn't she do that? "You tried to bite me!"

"So? You looked delicious!" He protested, slowly raising his torso. He gave a quick yawn, re-adjusting his lower jaw to snap it back in place.

Inspired by a compliment, she spun her still-drooling hindquarters around and swished her tail to disperse her scent. "Yeah, I am kind of delicious, aren't I?"

The purple snake flicked his tongue in his response.

"What's your name, snake? Maybe you'll make a bit of a meal out of me?" Ceylon suggested, tail still wagging gently to blow her aroma towards him.

"M-montiga, actually. And you're right, I am ssso hungry!" He grinned and lowered his chin to the ground and slithered over to the apparently insatiable gryphoness, flicking his tongue every few seconds to sample her scent.

"Like what you smell?" She offered, squatting her hind quarters down and folding up her wings close to her back. "There's a lot more where that came from."

After only a moment, Montiga's snout had slithered its way up to right underneath her slit. He flicked his tongue gently as a single drop slipped from the crest of her clit to land directly on the tongue's fork. He immediately slurped it back up into his mouth and blinked, taken aback by the flavor.

Ceylon purred. "Oh yes, that's certainly something you want more of. Here..." She leaned back and pressed her slit firm against his snout, pinning him to the ground as her clit winked, smearing her fluids all over his nose and forehead. She rocked her body back and forth, dragging her lips from one side to the other, her silky inner flesh sliding along his snout scales.

He didn't mind.

In fact, he loved it. She may have been pinning his head to the ground with her rump, but he still tried to arch his head up to nuzzle into it, offering the occasional flick of his tongue to slap across her clit, which further coaxed her into winking it more.

"Oh snake! Use that tongue on me!" She cooed, still rubbing her nethers across his snout.

Montiga happily obliged, using all the muscles in his back and neck to lift himself off the ground and out from under her. He grabbed her tail and yanked it to the side as he buried himself between her cheeks, flicking his tongue not only in and out of her slit,but also across the meaty bulb of flesh nestled in the anterior crook. Her clit. That wonderful, hypersensitive bit of flesh that tensed up and pushed itself out with every touch.

"Hhhmmhrr!" Ceylon let out a lengthy moan, arching her back and pushing down on Montiga's snout. She could feel her lips part and slide over either side of his jaw; his rough, textured scales slid into her with ease, though he had to cock his head to the side for comfort, letting him slip in between her hips.

He continued to flick his tongue inside her, slapping it against the smothering walls of her canal, catching and sucking back bits of her fluids. He tried to push in deeper, to have those meady, ebony lips slide over his eyes and constrict his entire head, but as he began to apply pressure she stepped forward, drawing her flesh from around his snout. As her lips slapped shut, she looked back over her shoulder and caught his gaze, smiling gently.

With hind end raised high, she lowered her chest to the ground and spread her wings out. Her flesh contracted again, spewing a single gob of cream from her cunny, leaving her gaping ever so gently to waft her marelike scent onto his tongue.

He knew what that meant.

Like the serpent he was, Montiga laid his chest flat on the ground and wrapped his torso around Ceylon's hindlegs, using them for leverage as he slithered around her, arms folded on his back for ease of mobility. AS he passed under her belly, he flicked his tongue and gave her chest a couple gentle nips.

"Eeh! Hey!" She giggled in protest. Instead of batting him away or pushing him off, she floofed out her feathers and waggled her hips. Another drop of lubrication splatted on the scales of Montiga's back as his body slid between her legs.

He continued to push forth, his body snaking its way between all four of her limbs, then reared up and pressed his form against her back, a gesture meant to hold her down as he positioned the very end of his body between her legs to rub against her slit. His ventral opening - moist with anticipation - gaped open ever so gently as the first of two hemipenes folded itself outwards, ridges and hooks engorging to rub between vulva and rump cheek. The spines prodded and tugged at the wrinkly flesh, only to slip out of place for all the lubrication they were both secreting.

Ceylon let out a long, deep churr as she leaned back, pushing her hips back to help her lips swallow Montiga's cock. After a few awkward prods, she felt his shaft slip between her folds to disappear within her. She could feel every inch of his oddly texture length, especially the sensations of his nubs dragging along her flesh. "Hmmm, I like that, Snake. I like that a lot!"

He didn't respond, he just kept undulating his body from torso to tail, massaging Ceylon's body, legs, and eventually rump cheeks before using the bodily momentum to pull out then forcefully thrust himself in deep, rubbing ventral scales against Ceylon's now-rhythmically pulsating pussy lips. As he enjoyed a full body thrust, tensing his muscles up in waves towards his cock, Ceylon arched her back and leaned into it, their bodies squishing together, bound by his ridged cock.

But that wasn't enough - not for Montiga or Ceylon. As they pushed and rocked against each other, bodies writhing in place, Montiga's second cock unfolded from his cloacal opening, like a rose blossom before forming a second pink fleshy shaft rubbing between pussy and rump cheek while his first cock remained firmly lodged within her, prodding and massaging at her walls.

"I-is that what I think...?" Ceylon managed to choke out in between needy gasps.

Again, Montiga didn't reply. He twisted his form in such a way that his encumbered cock was resting gently between her lips, knobs and ridges pressing out as only his very tip remained smothered in equine nether lips. His second cock needed to be twisted in place to line itself up directly below the first, the equally textured length rubbing against the top side of her clit.

Instantly, she clenched down every muscle from her hips down, squeezing Montiga's cock from her confines with a wet squelch followed by the splash of fluid on the dusty ground, barely missing the side of his lower back.

As his body squirmed to reposition itself, he felt his scutes pick up the juices off the ground, sticking bits of rock and dust to his form. He paid it little mind, his thoughts were with how he was going to force both cocks into her.

He let out a grunt and bit down on Ceylon's shoulder, holding her in place as he writhed his body, repositioning it time and time again to ensure his exposed, prodding cocks lined up perfectly, one directly above the other, waiting at the opening of her meaty, ebony slit. Without warning, he tensed up his muscles and forced himself in again, the top cock sliding in with ease, parting her lips to find itself cozy in her depths. The bottom cock caught itself on her clit once again, tickling it's sensitive side before bending and pushing into her alongside his first cock; the sensation of cock and cunt clamping down on both members drove Montiga a little wild. She clamped down on him, clit winking and walls contracting as hard as they could, but the snake had a grasp that would be enviable of any constrictor looking to make a meal of a bird; she couldn't push him out if she tried.

Ceylon leaned into Montiga's jaws, feeling his rows of sharp teeth penetrating through her floofed out fur to snag on her flesh. She didn't care. She couldn't care. All she was thinking about was the slick, scaled body constricting her as well as the twin cocks penetrating her deep. He was putting so much force into his thrusts that she almost felt as though his body and tail were doubling over to push them in deeper. The gryph waggled her hips and leaned back, only to find that she was mostly immobile due to the snake wrapped around her legs, thighs, and lower body.

Again, she didn't care. Her mind was clouded by arousal. All that mattered was coaxing that seed from this snake. Twice the cocks meant twice the seed, and she was twice as hungry for her lips to swallow it. She clamped down again, gritting her beak shut as she compressed all of the muscles in her feline/equine half, constricting him so tightly that his twin cocks almost seemed to merge into one within her. Her clit expanded and pushed out as her lips folded out, and she felt his belly scales slipping into her, parting her lips farther than just her cocks would have.

But she didn't want that, so she squeezed tight to push him just far enough out to make a point before loosening up, her walls relaxing to let him slosh about inside her.

"No, don't push too far." She whispered over to the snake that still had his jaws wrapped tight around her shoulder.

He still didn't respond.

Ceylon could tell he wanted more inside her, he wanted to stuff her silly. He wanted to fill her as much as her backside would allow, so she thought up a solution on the spot.

She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing her concentration on her prehensile tail, ignoring the pulsating, rhythmic thrusts of the snake body that was coiled around her, gently constricting. Her tail wrapped around his and found his very tip, pointing it directly at the rim of her perfectly round, ebony pucker before pushing it down to smear her fluids against the tightly packed scales before returning it to her rump. She used her tail to draw a circle around her cherry pink hole before letting go, hoping he got the message.

He was horny, hungry, and his mind was clouded, but he got the message.

With one quick, aggressive jab, he lanced his tail tip forward, extending and straightening it inside her to part her pucker flesh, opening it wide around his body form. With every writhing thrust around her form and into her backside, he also extended his tail to force another inch or two into her until the very base of his tail was resting against the underside of her tail, cocks in her pussy to keep it from going any deeper. If he wasn't slit-deep in Equine pussy, he'd have kept pushing his form in.

At least that was Ceylon's assumption.

As soon as he'd got his tail inside her, he started rotating it in a corkscrew motion, sloshing it up and dowm, side to side to prod at every inch of her anal passage. She wanted to scream out in pleasure, but she was still keeping relatively quiet, concentrating on the cocks that rest within her. She could feel his heartbeat throbbing with every cock pulsation; his heart was going a mile a minute, and her pulse was keeping pace. She loved the sensation not just of his thrusts matching rhythm of her contractions, but of their heart beats throbbing against one another. It was truly intimate and glorious sensation.

Montiga slowly pulled his tail from her rump, the juices and flesh making a soft squish as he did so, her delicate anal pucker releasing one scale at a time, a trail of slick goo forming lines along his limb.

Just as his tail was almost completely withdrawn from her confines, he pushed it forth, burying every available inch into her, forcing a powerful gasp from her. As soon as her beak opened to vocalize her pleasure, Montiga let go of her shoulder and repositioned his face directly in front of her beak, maw agape with trails of saliva dripping down from upper tooth to lower gums.

Ceylon may have been foggy with arousal, but she was conscious enough to know not to let a snake get in THAT position! She immediately darted her one talon forward and pressed it against the snake's lower jaw, pinning it to the ground, gaping open his throat for almost a foot before his flesh closed up into darkness.

"No, nice try." she scolded with a huff, her muscles clamping down on his twin members again, anal ring contracting to massage the base of his tail.

Montiga tried to speak, but could not do so with Ceylon's talon in his gullet. Instinct told him to clamp down on her arm and just go from there, swallowing her up from the forearm to the shoulder, then head, neck, and torso, but he got the impression she'd not take well to that. This was made clear by the feeling of her very sharp talons pressing down on his throat flesh as she pinned him to the dirt. Instead, he stopped moving, stopped pulsating his body, and stopped trying to talk.

The two stared at one another, twin cocks buried in pussy and tail plunged into rump. Montiga pulled away slowly, cautiously urging her to remove her talon from his lower jaw. She was happy to oblige.

Once he'd pulled away and relocated his jaw for the second time in less than an hour, he looked down at her and smiled. "Fine then!" He relented, pushing his cocks into her deep and hard.

She gasped out again, but this time with one eye open to make sure the snake didn't try any funny business. He didn't. She stepped up and dug her hind paws into the dirt and pushed back, her knees resting on his form as her powerful legs bent just enough to push down on his tail.

Perhaps he was holding back, or maybe the subtle change in position did something just right, but immediately, Ceylon could feel twin bursts of snake seed erupt into her womb, splattering against her tenderized walls. She could feel her rump spread wide as he pushed his tail in as far as it would go, but as soon as he spent his climax, his form immediately loosened up and his body gently uncoiled from around the gryphon's legs and body.

"W-wait, is that it?" Ceylon protested as she felt his cocks deflating inside her, folding back into nothingness, leaving her with nothing but sloshy seed.

Montiga shook his head, but then turned away from Ceylon to extend his body, using her hind legs as leverage to push himself off the side of the rock and down into the stream. Both cocks popped out of her at the same time, leaving a gooey trail of serpent seed in their wake. The last thing to leave her was his tail, which helped by pushing off on her pucker to slither away, leaving her feeling empty inside. The purple snake disappeared into the water and went downstream, leaving a trail of creamy, cloudy cum in his wake from his cocks.

Ceylon was stunned.

This snake planned on making a meal of her, tricking her into sex long enough to gobble her up! How rude! He could have at least asked!

She blinked a few times and got a good look at the tricklng water as the last visages of his tail seen beneath the water's surface disappeared into the distance. She laid her body down but kept her legs spread apart, pussy exposed to the warmth of the afternoon air as trickles of cum dribbled over her clit. Defeated and a little exhausted, she looked over to the thick equine toy that the snake had pushed aside before taking advantage of her.

"Well, at least I'll always have toys." She assure herself before reaching back over and dipping it in the water to clean it of dirt and dust before using it again.