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Fondlings at the Cafe

He was on his own at the cafe, nibbling on a fish salad as he let the day pass him by. Vareoth - a beautifully green and red colored avian - was enjoying his solitude by watching the many people of all races come and go around the landmark Klynethian fountain found at the heart of the six points city center of Klyneth. This way, he could be alone, but also be surrounded by people.

He had already been there, making note of the many locals and tourists that had passed by the white metal fence that separated the cafe's patio with the cobblestone walkway that lined the many roads that wrapped around the fountain and shot out in six equally spread angles. Equines, avians, felines, canines, humans, and hybrids of all kind were walking at a brisk pace in every direction; Klyneth was a large city that facilitated a more hectic way of life, so naturally people always seemed hurried.

Vareoth wasn't the only person who would visit this cultural hub in the middle of one of the largest cities in all of Dalon. In fact, when he was still pursuing his studies, one of his assignments was to come to this very location and concoct stories and inter-species dynamics between the strangers that he saw on any given day. It was a popular exercise in multiculturalism in the more inclusive classes at Klyneth University, and has spawned a sort of local game that people of all ages play. Kids play the matchmaking game, students do, as do some adults.

One of Vareoth's more eclectic dates was with a fellow avian that wanted to sit on the edge of the pool that the fountain sprayed into, and imagine the kinkiest cross-breeding stories they could. Stories like how that stallion could never mate that feline, or how a canine would end up stuck with an avian so long that the avian would be grounded for hours. Silly stuff like that.

While he enjoyed the observation of the matchmaking game, Vareoth preferred a more passive approach to it. Rather than concoct elaborate stories, he tried to figure out the intimate details of a person's expression, to decipher the meaning of their stride and their pace, or to use their clothes or accessories to learn a thing or two about them.

It was a slower day for him, since the summer was winding down and the chill of autumn was keeping more people - both local and tourist - in their homes or visiting the port towns to the south. This meant that his gaze kept wandering, occasionally glancing at the other patrons of the cafe, instead.

There was one massive hippogryph that seemed to catch his eye every time he turned his head to the interior of the cafe. He seemed to be nearly twice Vareoth's size, a few full heads taller, and broader at the shoulders than three of Vareoth. The feathers of his upper body were a stark, rusty red with bright gold stripes and black tips, his lower half a speckled black and white equine form with powerful muscles and a flowing mane. His forearms and calfs had elegant, long-haird feathering to cover his hands and feet. He was wearing a green kilt and sash with only a single strap crossing over his chest.

He was a little unnerved by this hippogryph, so he turned his head back to the few people who were walking by. He saw they were holding hands, yet both male, so it gave him a bit of a chill up his spine and back down to his tail feathers, seeing a gay couple out and happily expressing that love. He took another bite of his fish salad - a fillet in a red wine vinaigrette reduction sauce for its topping, some leafy vegetables, and a few crunchy root veggies - before accidentally glancing back to the rest of the patrons of the cafe.

The Hippogryph was still sitting there at his table, giving Vareoth a sidelong glance as he took a bite of a kebab. He wasn't directly staring at Vareoth, but it was clear he was keeping an eye on him by casually glancing over every few seconds. It was like he was waiting to catch a glance, or like he, too, was playing the matchmaking game, thinking up some sort of story for Var.

Thinking of what sort of scenarios the hippogryph was concocting for him made him blush and look away, lowering his head into the inflating pufft of his chest feathers and shoulders. He took another bite of his salad and spent an extra long time chewing the meat and rolling it around over his tongue to give the impression he was really busy with masticating it.

After a few minutes of idly avoiding eye contact with any passerby or patrons, Vareoth felt a shadow loom over him. He looked up to see the hippogryph towering over him, plate in hand, a piece of meat in his beak that he was chewing.

"May I sit?" The hippogryph asked after swallowing the meat from the kebab.

Vareoth blinked and glanced around, trying his best to avoid looking the massive avian in the eyes. He didn't respond at all, as he truly didn't know what to say. It wasn't like this stranger would...

"Sorry hun, I don't mean to be rude, and I don't mean to be too forward, but you are a gorgeous bird, and I've seen you glancing at me for my entire meal. I say, we should chat a bit. You never know, I might not be as scary as you seem to think I am. I assure you, I'm a chick in a drake's body." The hippogryph took a step back, deliberately giving Vareoth some space to think.

Vareoth was still a little apprehensive of this towering hybrid. It certainly wasn't his style to just sit down to a meal with a total strange, but at the same time a part of him was hoping for some sort of companionship, he just didn't know what he hoped to get out of a friendly chit chat. He responded with a silent nod and extending his hand toward the chair opposite him at the table. It was a small chair, fit for a biped of his size, not the massive hippogryph.

"Thank you, kindly good sir." With that, the hippogryph laid his plate down on the table and reached around to the nearest table with a chair of proper size, which he swapped with the tiny one at Vareoth's table. He sat down and adjusted his seat before extending a massive hand across the two plates. "The name's Ilorek; Do you come here often?"

Vareoth nervously took Ilorek's hand, his entire palm barely wrapping around one of the stud's fingers. His heart fluttered a bit and his throat felt a little tight as he had a fleeting fantasy of a powerful drake like him bending him over a barrel to - "I'm V-vareoth, sir." he said, cutting off his own train of thought to keep himself from getting too carried away.

"Pleasure to meet you. Are you new around here? I come here quite often, at least thrice in any given week. I imagine I'd remember and identify a fellow avian with colors as striking as yours." Ilorek explained, before taking another bite of his kebab.

Another deep blush warmed Vareoth's skin as he nervously took another bite. It felt like he was being flirted with, but he couldn't be entirely sure, since it was not something he was familiar with. "I, uh, do come here often, but I've only just returned to town a few weeks ago. I used to go to Klyneth University, then I went back to visit my parents for a few months before returning to look for work. M-my name's Vareoth, by the way. Some of my friends call me Var."

"Oh? What was your major, Var?" Ilorek asked, the corners of his beak curling up ever so gently in a subtle, warm smile. "I can be one of those who call you Var, right?"

He blushed a bit at Ilorek's forwardness. "I didn't have one. It was general studies. I studied a lot of things to make myself qualified in many fields. I did have a particular interest in magic studies, but I wasn't particularly skilled at it. Have the knowledge, but my body lacks the mana, they said." In spite of his most reserved nature, Vareoth was happy to see he was able to speak without a nervous stutter, though he still had to occupy his gaze by staring at his salad, twirling a fork in it to make a mess of the meaty fish strips.

Ilorek nodded slowly, listening to every word. "Well, that's truly nothing to be ashamed of. Some are born with mana, some with brains, some with strength. It's all a matter of what you do with it. Much like sex. It's not the strength of the magic, it's how expertly you trigger it. So what else did you like studying? What kind of work are you hoping for?"

He shrugged before taking another bite. He spent a long time chewing it before answering, so he had time to rehearse his response and not muck it up. "If nothing else, I'd like to be a teacher, actually. For multicultural students, teach them different languages, become an expert in magical theory. Good way to utilize my talents without actually having to demonstrate my lack of skill with a fireball."

"That does make sense. I'm not sure how much it would help, but I used to be a student there, and my mentor also used to be a professor there. Maybe if you told me a thing or two about the ademane system and the ademagi glands, as well as their biology, and how biological energies interact with it to manipulate physical energies, perhaps I could convince him that you're worth at least a stand-in role."

Vareoth's eyes went wide as Ilorek rattled off one technical term after another. "You know ademane theory and its relation to the physical?"

"Yup. You could argue I was once the leading expert on that exact topic. Once upon a time. My knowledge mixed with the skills of my colleagues changed my life, and now, well..." He trailed off a bit as he smiled, eyes transfixed on Vareoth's.

"Tell me more!" Vareoth chirped, taking another eager bite as he leaned in to offer Ilorek his full attention.

"Oh, I'm not sure I have time to tell you everything I know about magic and body, though I'd love to discuss it with you one time. Tell you what, that's my hook, I want to give you incentive to want to see me again, so let's put a pin in that and come back to it. In the mean time, tell me, what would you do with a magical ability to make your body more adaptable. In theory, I mean."

Ilorek was clearly being deliberately cheeky, but that didn't stop Vareoth from ignoring the subtle implications and diving right into his answer, an answer that escaped his beak before his brain had the right time to filter it. "Oh, I'd make myself stretchier so I could more properly enjoy the company of larger studs like-" He stopped mid-sentence and clamped his beak shut, having realized what he just blurted out. His eyes went wide as his heart began to pump adrenaline through his chest.

"Heh. No reason to be ashamed of that, Var." Ilorek chuckled and took another bite of his kebab. "You're not the only one I know to desire the intimacy of a larger partner. You gay? Got any species preferences?"

Vareoth tried his best to not respond. He was really not comfortable talking about his sexual preferences to a stranger, even if the stranger seemed quite amicable and open minded. He stabbed at a piece of fish and took a bit, closing his beak around it but forgetting to chew as he felt something gently rubbing up against his inner thigh. He stopped dead, eyes wide and form frozen.

"What was that?" Ilorek asked with a cheeky grin. It was his foot, walking two sharp talons up Vareoth's leg, snagging on the fabric of his pants as the powerful knuckles rubbed at his knee. His talons were well trained, acting more like a hand than a foot as each individual claw walked, rubbed, and prodded at Vareoth's leg, inching closer to his crotch.

In spite of Var's best efforts, the attention woke his nether regions, and he felt a tightness in his pants as the talons tickled and rubbed at him, cupping the growing bulge and squeezing ever so gently. He was quite surprised to see that the sharp, pointy talons weren't painful, but felt more like preening of his nether feathers. His lower beak trembled as he fought to keep the fish from falling off his fork.

As a pair of avians walked past them, one of them seemed to glance sidelong at Ilorek and Vareoth, giggling a bit as they saw the hippogryph's talon up and rubbing the inner thigh of Var. They kept walking, but another couple actually stopped to make a point to lean over and get a better look, smiling and offering a nod of approval. Almost everyone who walked by had a casual glance and a smile at the sight of Ilorek's talon holding at the bulge in Var's pants.

And Vareoth was frozen solid the whole time, piece of fish on his fork and eyes wide. His feathers were ruffled and his breath ragged, embarrassed at the scene he was making. Deep down inside, he imagined that the passerby were playing their own version of the matchmaking game, concocting elaborate tales of Vareoth's relationship with the hippogryph. "I-Ilorek, c-could you p-please..." He trailed off as he felt a dexterous talon squeeze at the bulge that was growing in his pants.

"What was that, Var?" Ilorek asked with a devious grin. He took another bite and shifted in his seat so he could get a better grip on Vareoth's inner thigh. He massaged and gently squeezed, using his talons to tickle at the muscles on both legs as he cupped the bulge between two of his massive talons.

Now people from the cafe were glancing over, taking short breaks from their meals to chuckle at the nervous but cute Vareoth as Ilorek fondled him under the table. This is when Vareoth kind of wished that the table had an apron or something to make it at least a bit more difficult to see what was going on. He needed that, but he was also immensely turned on, and exhibitionism was something of a kink of his. Deep down inside, he was wondering why Ilorek would do such a thing to him in public without knowing that.

Ilorek leaned forward, his massive frame hovering over most of the table as he whispered at Var. "I'd stop, but I don't think you actually want me to do that. I can feel you're excited." He whispered as he gave another squeeze, feeling the distinct form of cock between his talons. He gave another squeeze as he felt a certain moisture on the underside of his toe. "Yeah, I think you like this more than I do." another gentle squeeze followed by a sharp talon dragging around the bulge in his pants, tickling the avian's regions.

Vareoth remained still, lower beak trembling and fork raised with a piece of fish on it. His eyes were wide as he stared directly at Ilorek; he took note of how Ilorek's amber eyes seemed to be swirling, the patterns fluid and mesmerizing, not solid like most avians. He couldn't take his eyes off those golden eyes, and the longer he stared, transfixed, the less he seemed to notice about the people walking by, glancing at him and the talon that was wrapped around his legs, fondling the bulge in his pants.

"I think it might be time to leave." Ilorek suggested, staring right back into Vareoth's eyes, his irises doing a swirling dance to further entrance the smaller avian.

Without blinking or prying his gaze from Ilorek's, Vareoth nodded. "I th-think so too."

As soon as Vareoth spoke, Ilorek broke his hypnotic gaze and raised a hand, calling for a cheque so they could go. The waiter - a beautiful bat-like canine girl with red braided hair and blue jewels tipping each strand - brought the bill, which Ilorek paid for himself with a generous tip since he knew her. He then stood and extended a feathered hand to Vareoth, inviting him to come.

There was a brief pause as Vareoth shook his head from the daze he was in. His mind fluttered a bit, unsure if he wanted to follow this hippogryph wherever he planned on going, but his apprehensions melted away as he got an inexplicable urge to follow. With a hint of reluctance, he took Ilorek's hand and left the cafe with him.

The two walked in silence for a few blocks as they headed north on one of the roads from the central hub. Vareoth stayed close to Ilorek, almost as if he was using the hippogryph for portection, since he was so much taller and larger than Vareoth. As they walked up the pathway, passing markets and stores and all manner of other species on the way, Vareoth got a little curious, and feigned a trip so he could get a better look up Ilorek's kilt. Normally he'd never do that, but he was sneaky about it and felt like he deserved a peak after being fondled so thoroughly while they were eating.

"Whoah! Careful!" Ilorek warned as he leaned over to help Var back to his feet.

Much to Vareoth's dismay, he couldn't see any details up the hippogryph's kilt, there just wasn't enough light. He took Ilorek's hand and got back to his feet, dusting himself off. "S-sorry about that. Must have hit a lip in the pathway or something."

Ilorek looked back to see the cobblestone was perfectly flat. "Uh huh. Well, my place is just outside of town, take about an hour to walk there, you got the energy for that?"

"Well, we did just eat lunch, I'm sure I'll be fine."

The two nodded in silent agreement before continuing north.

Together, they talked about their studies and the effects of Ilorek's research into the deep intricacies of transformation magic. Vareoth was especially interested in that topic, but Ilorek assured him that only a few were able to alter their body to the level the little bird was hoping for. Sensing Var's disappointment, Ilorek assured him that they were on the cusp of finding out a trigger, and that one of his friends could freely alter his form, switching from biped to quadruped and back again, or from male to female and back again.

This story of the gryphon with the transformation magics perked Var's attention, and made him very excited. Inside, he wanted to meet this gryphon, but Ilorek dashed his hopes by telling him that the gryphon in the story had left east for more research, and likely wouldn't be back for months. Still, the promise of perhaps one day knowing a gryphon that knew transformation magic had Vareoth's heart aflutter.

The trip to the rural areas north of town that Ilorek said his home was at took less than an hour once Ilorek picked up the pace. The entire time, Vareoth's mind was racing, asking all sorts of questions about how safe or unsafe it was to disappear into the forests of northern Klyneth with a stranger, or if there was some sort of ulterior motive going on in the back of Ilorek's mind. Problem was, even with all of his sensibilities about him and a deeply rooted feeling of suspicion, he had a trigger in the back of his consciousness that assured him it was fine. Deep down inside, he wanted to see what Ilorek was planning to do with him. He wanted to get to know this hippogryph better. He knew that was stupid, and exactly the first act of the horror tales of students gone missing, yet he felt compelled to follow.

Once the buildings thinned out and the pathway was lined with trees on either side with fields of wheat and fenced in ranches, Vareoth's apprehension reached a peak, yet the more reserved he got about the situation, the stronger his sense of adventure got, and the more bold he felt. It tore him up inside, so much so that he spent the last minutes walking the country path in utter silence, unable to form even one coherent thought to combat or support this absurd scenario.

"Almost there." Ilorek announced as they passed a dairy farm with a big red barn, two huge open fields each with a dozen cattle in them, and a huge plain full of wheat out behind.

"A-almost? How much longer until we reach your place?" Vareoth squeaked, still too nervous and apprehensive to inquire with confidence.

Ilorek pointed past the hill in front of them that the pathway took them over. "Between this here hill and the treeline. I have a nice big ranch, with some cattle, vegetables, and a bunch of pets. Nice, homely place. Built it with my own two hands."

Vareoth wasn't too concerned with the history of his homestead, but he still listened with intent, hoping not to find any wisps of malice in the hippogryph's voice. Even thought he scenario just seemed wrong, Ilorek seemed sincere, trustworthy.

As they crested the hill, he got a good look at the land that Ilorek claimed as his homestead. There was a beautiful house, a few barns, and a massive set of fenced in fields and even fenced in crops. One of the fenced in areas had a few Ulokar - the massive hybrid mounts that were great for riding into battle or ploughing crops - roaming about together, munching on grass and playing with each other.

On the opposite side of the house and barn was the treeline of the great Klynethian forest that wrapped around the mountain and Klyneth lake. This was clearly as far as they went, today.

"How do you like it?" Ilorek asked with a warm smile.

"It's quite homely." Vareoth observed, still taking in the setting. A voice in the back of his mind screamed that this was exactly the setup for a horror story, but then his memories flashed and he saw Ilorek's swirling irises again for a split second before the worry and hesitation dissipated. "I like it. So what have you got planned?" His loins were stirring again, remembering the gentle massage he was getting from Ilorek's talons back in town. There was still a moist patch on his pants as another bulge formed in the exact same place.

Ilorek happily turned and increased his pace a soon as he got to the end of the walk way that led from the road to his home. Halfway down the path, he unbuckled his kilt and tossed it over a pole of the wooden fence around the Ulokar field; he swayed his hips and flicked his equine tail as he looked over his shoulder at Vareoth, who was transfixed on the sight of Ilorek's shapely rump. "Well, don't be a stranger, Var." Ilorek cooed as he gave another exaggerated sway of his hips, his long mane and tail hair shimmering in the sunlight.

This was very odd to Vareoth. They were still outside, where anyone could easily see them, and Ilorek was now naked, showing off his backside to the confused yet aroused Vareoth.

As though Ilorek was reading his mind, he spoke up, "My property. I can do what I want. If people don't like seeing a majestic horse in his natural habitat, then they are free to not pry." Another step, another exaggerated sway of his hips, but this time he used the muscles of his rump and lower back to pull his tail to the side, exposing his deep ebony, fleshy rump hole. He kept his sideways gaze over his shoulder to train his eyes on Vareoth, waiting for a response.

The relatively tiny avian just stared, eyes wide and bulge in his pants, not knowing what to do or how to respond. Rather than make any movement towards his host, he shifted his member in his pants and tried his best to cover up the moist patch that was forming around his tip.

"Don't be so shy, Var. Come, join me." Ilorek nodded his head to guide his guest as he leaned over the fence, tail hiked as high as it would go. It was clear he was presenting, but that took Vareoth by surprise. Usually large studs preferred to be dominant, on top. Not on the bottom. Still, he was coming on strong, and that enthusiasm gave Vareoth the motivation he needed to join Ilorek against the fence.

Var laughed a bit; the fence was taller than he was, and he could easily lean on the middle board, but the top board was actually right at forehead level. Amused by this disparity between his size and the hippogryph's, he was too distracted to notice that Ilorek's hand was inching its way towards his belly.

In one quick motion, the hippogryph's finger hooked its way into the belt of Var's pants, tugging and prying the clasps apart, loosening their grip on his waist.

He gasped as he closed his legs tight, keeping the pants from falling, but a tug by Ilorek's powerful arm yanked them down over his thighs, leaving them in a heap around his ankles as his member bobbed free in the cool air, the sunlight glistening off the moist tip around the opening of the foreskin.

"See? Nothing to be shy about, Var. You're free to go nude here. In fact, I insist." Ilorek turned to lean, sideways, against the fence, freeing up his one arm to grab at the bottom lip of Var's shirt. He slowly pulled it upwards, exposing more and more of the avian's mid drift, a few feathers at a time.

Vareoth's heart was beating like a woodpecker, adrenaline flowing through his body, cooling his torso and warming his nether regions. His cock was already starting to grow soft, due to the cold wind tickling at the tip of it, and he was trying his best to maintain his composure. Despite his efforts, he couldn't help but comply, dutifully raising his arms a bit so that Ilorek could disrobe him. Once the shirt was tossed to the grass, he stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the clothing pile below Ilorek's kilt.

"Feels much better, doesn't it?" Ilorek insisted as he turned to gaze over the field again, tail still hiked up as far as it would go. "You should probably go grab a crate. There are a few stackable ones in the barn, there." He nodded his head towards the big red building opposite them across the pathway.

The rosy faced lovebird whistled as he hopped away, sliding the door open to see two crates right next to the entrance. He left the door open and grabbed one in each hand, returning to Ilorek. As he padded his way over the dirt path, he blinked and shook his head, stopping in his tracks to realize just how absurd this was, only to once again have a flash of Ilorek's fluid-looking irises dancing in his vision, triggering a sense of compliance that drew him back to the shapely rump that was exposed before him.

Ilorek slowly flicked his tail and smirked, the dark flesh of his rump dulled by its dryness. It was exposed, but should have been glistening.

It should have been glistening.

Vareoth stepped up behind Ilorek's backside and nervously placed a single palm on his rump cheek, waiting to see what sort of reaction he was greeted with. To his delight, a deep churr rumbled through the hippogryph's body, his back dipped and his hips lifted, his tail pulling to the side, giving Var a good, close up view under his tail. His lower beak quivered and a single strand of saliva trickled off the end of his tongue, which he immediately lapped up and swallowed.

"What are you waiting for?" Ilorek goaded, twitching his rump muscle against Var's palm.

Another brief wave of apprehension swept over the tiny bird's body, but the sight of Ilorek's twitching pucker washed it away. Not the looming illusion of Ilorek's hypnotic eyes, but the fleshy rim of flesh that was exposed before him. At long last, his lustful side was taking over and he felt like it was his own desires that were driving him as opposed to an unseen, inescapable, manipulative force.

With that revelation in mind, he took in a long, drawn out breath to inhale the scent of Ilorek's powerful musk, lower beak quivering as the moist aroma coated his nostrils and tickled at the back of his throat. His tongue lolled out as his appetite consumed him, driving him to peck gently between Ilorek's muscles rump cheeks. He felt the soft flesh of the hippogryph's pucker rubbing against the tip of his beak, so he opened ever so gently, prodding his saliva-covered tongue over the rim of it, tasting every bit that the delicious rump had to offer.

He was astounded to see that the rump was entirely clean, as though he'd just come out of a shower, sans the powerful musk that was emanating from the hippogryph's under-carriage. The revelation of a clean rump drove him just a little more wild, urging him to bury his tongue in the puffy mound of soft flesh tasting the hippogryph from within as he brought his free hand up between Ilorek's thighs to gently massage the massive orbs that were dangling there. Ilorek's balls were huge, each one bigger than Var's squeezed fist. He gave a gentle squeeze of each one before tickling at the velvety skin of the ball sack, tugging and pinching with passion as his tongue explored the underside of Ilorek's tail.

Vareoth closed his eyes tight to focus on the scents and sensations. His mind was exclusively on the soft, deliciously musky flavor of the rump that his tongue was lapping at, prodding into, and drawing circles around. His body was craving and loving the sensations of the soft, velvety flesh draping over his wrist, and the powerful, bulging orbs that were resting heavy in the palm of his hand. As he nuzzled deeper, gaping his beak open to push his tongue in as deep as it would go, he curled his arm up and around, using the tips of his fingers to play with the soft, velvety wrinkles of Ilorek's sheathe.

He could feel the moisture of the hipporyph's arousal soaking the folds of the sheathe, and right there he had a sudden wave of intense pleasure wash over him, converging on his ebony-fleshed cock and the pink head that was enclosed in the soft foreskin. He used his free hand to reach down and grab his member, letting Ilorek's tail hair drape over either side of his face and beak as he lapped as his rump.

Ilorek's thigh twitched as he lifted a leg, his powerful talon exploring around between Vareoth's legs until it grasped at the wood panel of the side of the closest of the crates. He used a deft motion to flip it upside down and place it right in between Var's legs. HE did this entire thing without even looking - his head was drooped over the side of the fence, his arms crossed on the top board and his powerful chest heaving and twitching with every prod of Var's eager tongue. He let out a gruff and succinct suggestion. "You probably want to step on the crate."

Var may have been blinded by the lust and the musk that drove him, but he was still lucid enough to figure out exactly what that meant. He kept his beak trained at the puffy flesh of Ilorek's soft pucker as he used his own talons to adjust the crate to be right underneath Ilorek's tail. As soon as he was sure it was in place, he licked his beak, pulled away, and stepped up onto the crate, his member at full mast and dripping fluids down into the grass.

He didn't want to dive right in, so he grabbed at the base of Ilorek's tail with one hand and the base of his cock with the other, peeling the foreskin back to expose the glistening, cherry pink cock head from its ebony confines, rubbing just the tip against the already wet rump hole. He used his hand to guide his cock, smearing his precum all over Ilorek's pucker and the inside of his rump cheeks. He gave a gentle thrust, rubbing the underside of his shaft against the engorged rim of Ilorek's opening.

There was a deep rumbling churr coming from the hippogryph's body, vibrating his muscles and flesh against Var's cock tip, the motions and prodding mixed with his muscle spasms exposing a star of glistening pink flesh amidst middle of the equine pucker.

Var pulled the skin back as far as it would go and aimed the tip at the middle of the star of soft, pink flesh, plunging it in to hilt in one fluid motion. He was amazed at how snug the hippogryph's hole was. It was tender, squeezing tight, but not pinching; it was more consistently tight, and a lot more fun to thrust into. He gave a few deep, slow bucks of his hips, grabbing tight to Ilorek's tail base with both hands for leverage, leaning into the massive rump cheeks. The thrusts didn't go to deep, but they still felt like whole, satisfying plunges into the depths.

Ilorek grunted and nickered at the smaller avian, squeezing tight and flicking his powerful tail muscles in Var's grip, practically forcing his member from his depths. It was amazing how much the hippogryph had control over his rump muscles, massaging and squeezing in time with each of Var's twitchy thrusts.

Var paused for a bit, his lower beak quivering as he felt his pleasure spike. He wasn't ready to finish yet, they'd only been together a few minutes! As he was waiting, he felt Ilorek's ass twitching and squeezing on him, as he also heard a gentle thump, and he had to look around Ilorek's form to see what it was. He caught a glimpse of the massive equine member swinging back and forth between his legs, the engorged flare of it thudding against the middle board of the fence, a splatter pattern of precum moistening the gnarled wood.

The hippogryph let out a long, drawn out grunt as he squeezed as hard as he could, flexing the muscles of his rump and under carriage, tensing his cock to full mast as a spurt exploded from his tip, which he caught in the palm of his hand. His muscular contractions forced Vareoth out of him, and he leaned forward to reach around under his tail, smearing the volume of slick precum around his pucker, using his finger to lubricate him inside and out. "Go on, fill me up." He instructed as he hiked his tail again, giving Var a down-the-cheeks view of every glistening, cum and saliva-covered inch.

The love-bird knew that if he buried his cock in there again, he'd explode and finish within seconds. He was already on the cusp of the plateau of pleasure that quikly would spike to a climax, and the cool air on his exposed cock was helping to free him from the embarrassment of finishing too early. But he didn't want to disappoint his graceful host, so he had to think on the fly, and there was one part of his body that would please such an eager, hungry rump without worries of an early climax.

He stepped down off the crate and kicked it to the side, repositioning himself with a wide stance behind Ilorek as he gently brought his palm up to the underside of his tail; he used the coious, viscous fluid to smother his fingers, thumb, palm, and hand right up past the wrist before slipping a few digits inside. There was a sudden sense of surprise as he found the rump to be quite a bit looser than when he was cock-deep in it, so he slipped a few more inside until all four were deep in hippogryph rump.

The snug flesh still seemed like it would part with ease, so he pulled his thumb up and forced his entire hand in with a lurching pop, the muscled rim of rump flesh sliding over his wrist, squeezing and sucking it in a bit as the soft walls collapsed around his ebony flesh. A twitch spurted another gob of gooey precum from his member to drip in a puddle in the grass as he leaned in, watching ridge after ridge of his arm disappear into Ilorek, the rim of flesh stretching and distending to accommodate his forearm's girth, the shape shifting and dancing with every little muscle contraction.

To his delight, the equine rump seemed impeccably well lubricated inside, and the soft tender flesh was twitching in delight, squeezing and sucking and pushing all at the same time; the only way to keep his limb inside was to push deeper, forcing the tips of his fingers in to the first bend in Ilorek's insides, the soft, tangible opening resting comfortably around his elbow, squeezing the muscle of his forearm.

Slowly, he pulled out, eyes trained on the ebony flesh of his forearm pull from the gooey, glistening hole with streaks of slick, viscous lube from within. Ilorek's rump continued to distend and stetch around the bulge of Var's muscles, rippling, tender flesh gliding over his lube-soaked fingers and mucking up the gaps in between digits. He could feel the rump loose around his wrist as he balled his fist up inside, tugging gently to widen the doughnut-shaped opening without pulling out completely. With one fluid motion, he punched in deep, every bit of his arm to the elbow ramming deep into Ilorek's tailhole, the muscles and flesh twitching in pleasure to accommodate. He paused to see if there was any apprehension, but found no resistance, only Ilorek's rhythmically rocking body, pushing back against him.

"More." Ilorek cooed, his massive cock still swinging between his legs, tail hiked up as high as it would to, his breaths heavy to keep himself relaxed. Had he squeezed like he did with Var's cock, the arm would be expelled from his depths in a gapey, goopy mess.

Vareoth didn't hesitate. His own cock was firm as could be dancing with muscular twitches alongside every deep, powerful thrust. He pumped his entire arm in, deep as it would go, then almost entirely out, fist-fucking the hippogryph like a stud would, occasionally pausing to open his fingers, tickling at the soft mounds of inner flesh like an exploding flare before balling the fist back up to offer a few more powerful, full-bodied thrusts.

"No, More." Ilorek tried to clarify without explaining anything, really.

The tiny bird has to pause a moment to realize just what he meant before realizing...he had another hand that wasn't being used.

He pulled his fist almost entirely out of the hippogryph's rump, hand clenched in a ball, but the muscles of Ilorek's pucker beaten and weakened, barely able to hold onto his limb. He felt, based on how soft and tender the flesh was, that if he pulled out, the equine rump would remain open, a howling and guttural echo resounding through the gaping canal.

Instead, he used his other hand and reached around Ilorek to grab at the tip of his flared cock, cupping his palm around the urethral opening, gathering fluid to pull back and smear around the flesh if his rump. He did this a few times, stealing as much of the slick precum as he could before cheekily slipping a finger into the engorged opening of Ilorek's cock, offering a gentle massage from within before returning to the rump and plunging his second fist in alongside the first.

There was a wet squelching as Ilorek's tail twitched in delight, the muscles loosening and clenching to squeeze down on his forearms, bits of air escaping the tender flesh in the crevasses between the two to tickle at Vareoth's now-precum-soaked flesh. He leaned into it as best he could, forcing both limbs in up to the elbow, shocked to see the flesh distend and stretch around both arms, clenching around his elbows.

His beak was agape as he watched with vested intent. At this point he kinda wanted to see just how stretchy this drake's backside could get, but for now he wanted to please him as best he could, so he pulled out and started gentle alternating his pumps, thrusting one fist in deep to the elbow with the other just barely inside, only to pull out so both balled fists were resting just within the loosened pucker, then force the other in.

Back and forth, like a pair of pistons on a steam boat propelling the engine. In and out, back and forth, with every following punch loosening the bowel muscles, the pressure sucking in and pushing out air in fleshy rumbles as his passage spread open.

Then, with a sudden and aggressive grunt, Ilorek squeezed down with all his might, muscles rippling from the depths to the opening under his tail, forcing Vareoth's arms from their confines, a round, rosebud looking bulb of flesh pressing out against the gaping doughnut-shaped rump hole. A cascade of fluids dribblled down between his rump cheeks, moistening a trail on his balls and landing in a slimy puddle between his legs.

Before Vareoth could respond or bury his snout in the destroyed anal flesh of Ilorek's gaping tailhole, the hippogryph quickly spun and leaned against the fence, holding his cock in hand, the flare of it throbbing with each tensing of his muscle, forcing the definition of the ridges around the rim to grow more intense. He didn't bother saying a word, he grabbed at his cock with one hand and grabbed Var's with the other, giving a gentle rub and peeling back the foreskin as he aimed them both at each other, bucking his hips forward to have his urethra slide over Vareoth's length until the inflated flare pressed against the avian's belly.

Vareoth shuddered a full body shudder as the precum-soaked inner workings of Ilorek's cock swallowed him, the snugness inside the flare squeezing around his base as the shaft twitched and squeezed around his length. He wrapped both of his lubrication covered hands around either side of the thick, equine shaft and squqeezed, bucking his hips up into the tight, smoothe passage.

He could feel Ilorek's muscular spasms that came before an orgasm as the massive flare exploded again, inflating to full tension against Vareoth's belly, the urethral passage contracting in waves from base to tip, sliding the undulations over his length, peeling his foreskin back to massage his sensitive tip.

With a sudden grunt and a massive bucking of his hips that nearly knocked Vareoth off balance, Ilorek let out a powerful grunt followed by a torrential wave of equine cum, only to have it blocked by the plug that was Vareoth's uncut cock. The goopy sludge shot out against the tip of the avian's cock, sloshing around between glans and foreskin as the pressure built, pushing as hard as it could go against his length, inflating the cock around to leave his length floating in a balloon of equine cum.

The warmth from it and the intense pressure of the flare squeezing around his base coaxed a climax from Vareoth, forcing his eyes to roll back in their sockets, his hands to involuntarily clench around the equine shaft, and his hips to buck. The tensing of his own throbbing member met in time with Ilorek's, loosening his own urethral passage to allow the superior pressure of Ilorek's orgasm to force the thick cum of the hippogryph down his shaft, forcing his own cum back unto his balls.

He felt an odd bloating sensation in his sack and deep in his lower torso as he was filled cock first with hippogryph seed. The warmth of it triggered another spasming climax of his own, the pressure pushing back against the torrent of blended seed. Both thrust and twitched as their orgasms competed in a competition of power, to see which end would get all the seed. Ilorek's muscles were stronger and he had much more volume, yet Vareoth's was more concentrated, a similar force with a much smaller surface area.

Having finally came, Ilorek's cock was almost instantly starting to shrivel and retract back into its sheathe, the soft flesh of his urethra sliding backwards over the length of the avian's smaller cock, tugging on the foreskin before the two shafts parted from each other, dangling free of the other, both draining thick strands of cum to a collective puddle between them.

Vareoth could feel an empty sensation overcome him as the seed that had been forced into him slipped back out, a massive, musky explosion of fluid escaping him unlike any cumshot he'd ever had. He felt like he could bukkake himself with only the waterfall of semen that erupted from his cock hole.

The two remained panting, huffing, and puffing between fence and pathway, the two crates behind Vareoth and a huge puddle of cum and juices quivering in the grass between them.

"So....so....have fun?" Ilorek asked as he grinned, panting in between ragged breaths.

Vareoth couldn't answer, he was too exhausted, so he fell to one knee and leaned against Ilorek, using the massive hippogryph's thigh for support. He could feel his fingers prodding at the soaking, wrinkled mess that was Ilorek's sheathed cock, and his instinct drove him to lean into it, forcing his beak against the musky, velvety flesh. Ilorek had to pull him away, picking him back up to his feet.

"I think you need something to drink. Or eat. Or whatever. Come on, I'll get you set up." He wrapped an arm around Vareoth's shoulders and guided him on bowed, weakened legs down the pathway to his home.

Var could barely walk, but part of him was still hungry for what Ilorek had to offer. That seed, that musk, it tasted and smelled great, but he wanted to feel that massive cock exploding in pleasure in his rump. His tail feathers lifted as his imagination took over, a smile spreading across his beak.

"Next time, Var. Come on, let's get you fixed up."