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Chapter 4

Cynder found herself in a compromising situation as she bent down over Ceylon, knot stuck deep within the gryphon's spade. She'd released the tension that had built up inside her and the orgasmic delight was still coursing through her from top to bottom but her mind was already clearing up and she was coming to realize that she may have acted rashly.

Sure, Ceylon was clearly eager to get stuffed – the gryphon was not only still grinding and tugging on the kitsune's knot but was also bowing down with chest against the ground, a beak-chattering purr emanating throughout her that vibrated Cynder's flesh – but that didn't change the fact that they were right at a point where two trails met up. She was lucky up to this point that nobody had walked by or approached them during their moment of passion but there was no guarantee that wouldn't change without appropriate warning.

Knowing this, she cradled the base of Ceylon's tail with the crook of her thumb and hoisted it up hoping to see if that made the snug cookie let go of her. It didn't. Ceylon's spade was thick and plump, and the sphincter of muscle near the entrance was like a zip tie around the base of Cynder's knot. It was tugging so hard and squeezing so tight it practically made the gryphon's nether lips kiss the fox's sheath with each contraction. Hot, but also something of a trap.

Under normal circumstances Cynder may have just let it go and enjoyed herself. Afeyrion was apparently pretty lax when it came to this sort of thing – in that many frowned upon it but it was not against the laws – but that didn't mean she was the type to brazenly show off her cock, knot-deep in gryphon pussy.

In the heat of the moment, the danger of getting caught was hot. After that post climax bliss hit the reality of getting caught was not hot at all.

She wasn't panicking but she was starting to get concerned. She'd been stuck there in place with Ceylon's flesh swallowing hers every few seconds, milking her for every drop she had available to her. The bliss of climax was slowly fading as she descended from that plateau of pleasure, the reality of the situation was setting in a bit harder with each subsequent spurt of her seed.

With each passing minute she tried something new to get the pair of them unstuck. She tried tugging, of course, but that didn't work. She tried thumbing Ceylon's rump pucker but that didn't work. She tried tugging on her own orbs to see if that helped her cock deflate but that didn't work. Ceylon was too snug and too plump and tender to let go and her own natural biology ensured that her knot was not going to let go either.

Ceylon's passage was plump not just on the outside but all through the depths of her pussy as well. Like the walls had been inflated around the kitsune's cock to lock it in place. Mix that with an extra firm pair of knot lobes and the two were together as one. At least that's how it felt for the better part of half an hour before something seemed to perk Ceylon's interest.

A snap of a twig could be heard nearby and the gryphon stood tall with ears up towards the source of the sound. She chattered her beak a few times, something Cyner assumed to be a gryphon version of echolocation, then leaned forward with a single front talon up. She was ready to investigate whatever it was that was daring interrupt this physical courtship.

The extra tugging on Cynder's knot made the kitsune shudder in delight, eyes rolling into the back of her skull and ears flat to the back of her head. All she could do to focus her mind and not be stroked into a second wave of arousal was to lay her hand on the small of Ceylon's back and give the bird a gentle scritch at the base of her tail. “What do you see, love?"

Ceylon kept alert, ears up as she scanned the surrounding forest. As she moved, her loins twitched and squeezed Cynder once more, tugging and clenching in waves a few times before her depths relaxed all at once and she popped off the knot with a gushing torrent of kitsune seed.

The gryphoness plopped down immediately and started licking her leaking spade, one leg up so that she could keep an eye on the surrounding area. Once she was convinced of her own cleanliness – on the outside, anyway; inside she still had a full litre of seed sloshing about her womb and passage – she leapt back to Cynder and started nuzzling the violet fox cock in between loving, attentive licks. She was eager to clean up all the mess so she thoroughly made her way up one side of Cynder's knot then back down the other, lapping every drip of fluid she could until there was nothing left.

Every touch of the tongue made Cynder twitch, her sensitive flesh barely able to handle the warmth and moisture after being extracted from gryphon spade. She had been worried but was now happy to be able to carry on with the walk.

Once Ceylon was done cleaning up the slimy mess she'd left on the Kitsune's knot, she bolted off and started with her gryphon zoomies by zipping and weaving around trees, kicking off trunks, and dive-gliding over small bushes all while crossing the path repeatedly. She had a lot of energy to get out and even took a few moments to dig at the dirt a few times, kicking up the forest debris in the form of sticks and dead leaves. She capped all this off by squatting down to relieve herself only to have her tail maw arch over the small of her back and start leaking cum out over the many rows of snake-like teeth. This made Ceylon focus on the mess emerging from her tail so once she was done relieving herself she rolled onto her side and buried her beak in her maw to clean that mess, too.

All the while Cynder was gathering herself and focusing on stuffing her cock back in her sheath. Now exposed to air the knots were deflating and her length was reluctantly retreating back into her. Once she was mostly buried inside her sheath, she flopped her skirt over her waist and did her best to at least be discrete about the bulge poking out and the wet spot near the waist band.

Right as everything looked like it was settling down and the pair could carry on, Ceylon decided to resume zoomies and end by practically tackling Cynder and nuzzling her skirt at the wet spot.

“'Scuse me love, you already got that. I think it's time to head back to your person." She adjusted herself and turned to go up the stairs, knowing that would eventually lead back to Runa.

But Ceylon had no interest in going that direction and wasn't on leash. There was nothing Cynder could do to convince the gryphon to follow. She tried clicking her tongue like Runa had instructed but nothing worked. She tried taking out a piece of jerky from her pack to entice the bird but that was no more effective than calling her.

The key was that Ceylon was not just running away or disappearing into the woods. She simply went down the lower path and stopped while looking over her shoulder. Clearly she just wanted Cynder to follow. Maybe she smelled or heard something that way? It was hard to tell.

Cynder would have preferred to go back up the steps to join Runa on the top of the hill; her mind was clear now and she knew that was the proper path. She was still a little aroused but with each passing second she was focused more on convincing Ceylon to follow instead of frolicking about in the woods. Regardless, it wasn't long before she had to give in and simply follow the gryphon's lead. Clearly Ceylon wasn't going to follow her and she couldn't just abandon her.

Part of her wanted to just go up the stairs and let Ceylon come to her regardless. It wasn't out of neglect or apathy but an attempt at reverse psychology. What would Ceylon do? Just not come to try to get Cynder to follow? She seemed pretty smart and knew better.

She couldn't risk it. A small corner of the back of her mind was telling her, 'This is Runa's pet, Runa's problem; he was the one who didn't give a leash', but that wasn't her style. “Alright girl." She said, more to herself than to the gryphon. “If that's what you want I guess that's the direction we have to go, eh? I mean, Runa did say that both trails led to the same location so I guess it shouldn't matter."

Having vocalized her thoughts, she hopped down the steps and returned to the fork of the trail that went deeper into the basin of the forest. The moment it was clear that she was following, Ceylon gave chase and bounded through the woods once again.

Much like before the region was somewhat nondescript. Trees everywhere, green leaves blocking out the sun for the most part, and a mix of underbrush and rocks and mosses. She could hear a creek babbling nearby but the path itself didn't seem to cross it or get too close.

Ceylon led the way, as she'd clearly been here before. She leapt forward to sniff things, lightly dig in the dirt to investigate seemingly random pebbles, and even at one point climbed half way up a tree to chase a squirrel. Once she realized the branches were too thin to keep up with the squirrel, She paused half way up the trunk and leapt down, wings wide to glide to a soft landing near Cynder.

“Why'd you give up?" Cynder asked, like she was talking to a fellow person and not a pet. “Where's your hunting instinct?"

The gryphon's ears lowered and she trilled, clearly offended.

“Oh sorry love, I didn't mean it." She gave Ceylon a pat between the ears and a stroke down her neck feathers. “You do you, love."

This seemed to appease the gryphon, who turned around and kept her way up the trail, head down to sniff and explore everything and tail curled up over the small of her back.

Cynder was trying her best to not let the lewd thoughts intrude again but that view was hard to ignore. Ceylon was exactly far enough away that the kitsune's eyeline got a perfect angle to stare at her plump spade and dark-red tail pucker. That tail hole was mostly hidden by fur but she could see. The light that pierced the canopy and illuminated the forest through the mist that blanketed the basin ensured he could see everything from the glisten on her lips to the ever so subtle pulsations of her pucker at a steady heart beat rhythm.

The lewd thoughts certainly bubbled back up but at this point she knew enough to stay focused on the task at hand. She had a goal in mind, an objective to reach, and a friend to meet back up with. That was what she had to keep at the front of mind despite how many times Ceylon returned to the trail and cut her off.

“You tryin' to tell me something?" She joked. “Because I'm not listening."

It was hard to tell for sure but Cynder could have swore Ceylon raised an eyebrow in disbelief. There was only a few seconds to ponder this before Ceylon leapt off again and started trilling a low-key chirping sound, bobbing and thrusting her head towards a peculiar tree formation.

Ahead of the pair of them the path split in two. A fork in the road. To the left and towards the sound of the nearby stream or creek, the path seemed to go directly into a crevasse that was so narrow Cynder wasn't sure if she'd be able to fit unless she went in it sideways. The right path just wet through a partial clearing in a straight boring line with no defining features. “Easy decision." Cynder said to herself as she followed Ceylon down the twisted, gnarled path towards the rock crevasse.

The crevasse was pretty short lived, as it was basically only a few meters deep and right on the other side of the cliff was the creek, a rather narrow path following between the cliffside and the bank of the creek. Ceylon went first and seemed quite confident so Cynder had no problem worrying about footing or balance.

After only a few dozen meters down the path, the creek and the raised cliffs parted to create an almmost perfect, circular glade with cliffs on one side and a river bow on the other. There were cliffs on the other side of the cliffs as well, with weeping willows dangling over the water like an omen, light streaming between the branches and leaves. There was also a single tree in the middle of the clearing, almost creating a sense like it was planted there on purpose. The fact that there were an almost perfect circle of varous, seemingly random flowers forming a crescent around the tree and between the path and the creek made it almost feel ominous.

Cynder would have thought to leave immediately but Ceylon crouched down to start sipping some water. She tried to dissuade the gryphon from drinking the potentially dirty water but when she got close she saw it was a few meters deep and crystal clear all the way down to the riverbed.

From that angle Cynder got a great look at Ceylon who was laying belly-flat to the grass with her neck drooped down over the shore to get the water. Her cool, blue eyes were trained on Cynder, almost grinning at the kitsune as she refreshed herself.

The kitsune reached into her satchel to grab her phone for a pic when she noticed Ceylon was slowly lifting her tail. That plump spade was pressed to the grass with a single trail of seed trickling out to form webs across each individual blade. That was a pic worthy of sharing. So, with phone in hand she took a handful of pics, both landscape and portrait and from different angles.

One pic in portrait mode saw Ceylon at the bottom with the willow above her for most of the frame. Another was a landscape pic where Ceylon filled most of the shot. When Cynder slid around to behind to get a portrait shot of Ceylon's entire body with a focus on that plump spade and hidden tail spade, Ceylon glanced back at exact the right time with water dripping out the sides of her beak.

Almost perfect. She tried to take another picture but Ceylon seemed to be done drinking the water and leapt back up, sauntering over to brush past Cynder on the thigh, starting at the beak and rubbing all the way down to the haunches like a cat. Cynder couldn't help but give her a pet and a bit of a belly rub.

Upon reaching around Ceylon's flank to teas her belly, Ceylon lifted a leg to give better access while leaning in and using the kitsune's leg for balance. This gave Cynder some extra motivation to give the gryphon more attention. She slid her phone back in the satchel and started really giving Ceylon some belly rubs, even going so far as to lightly tease by going around back and brushing some digits hear her tail spade to see how she reacted.

Ceylon chirped but didn't move away. In fact, she just lowered her head a bit and raised her tail, the tight curl of it almost pushing the plump tail star out; at the very least it wasn't hidden by fur anymore. And that was almost motivation and invitation enough for Cynder to once again hoist her skirt so that it was folded up in the crook between her sheath tip and belly.

“Good girl." She said to the bird. “You really want some attention, don't ya? Well, it'd be cruel to not help ya out. Come here." She applied a bit more pressure to Ceylon's hind end, being firm enough to get results but gentle enough that the gryphon would be able to step away if she wanted.

That was key, after all. If she was gonna test and see the bird's limits then she needed to make it clear that those limits were to be dictated by Ceylon and not her.

Fortunately Ceylon was not only receptive but eager. When Cynder rubbed the gryphon's haunches, she pushed into the kitsune's palms, grinding against her and tensing up her loins to once again make it so that her spade was raised high and prepared for her stud. She was still leaking.

Cynder paused to consider her next move before shrugging and accepting herself, leaning in with one hand on either of Ceylon's cheeks while she buried her snout right into that plump, juicy cookie. Her tongue lapped up the mess as best she could, parting the triangular lips and tugging the posterior end of it. Ceylon widened her stance and pushed back, spade twitching and squeezing more out that Cynder happily cleaned in time.

Curious and certain that Ceylon would be receptive, the kitsune then slid both her thumbs around the sides to gently probe the gryphon's tail star. Much to her delight, Ceylon didn't pull away or respond negatively but instead lowered her head and purred as the pucker itself seemed to grow!

She had to double-take that. Tailholes don't grow. Yet here she was, looking at Ceylon's tail star that was now plump and defined, a vast difference from it being mostly hidden mere moments before. That tail hole had grown, practically inviting her in.

Rather than waste an opportunity she got onto her knees and eased her way in as her cock once again emerged from her sheath. Mere seconds passed before the entire length had emerged and flopped down between them. Ceylon tensed up as she saw it. But it wasn't tension of apprehension but of anticipation. She saw that violet cock again and acted like she wanted to lick it once more only to stop herself before the thought took hold so she could wait for it.

Cynder noticed this and couldn't help but give the gryphon a gentle pat on the small of her back. “Good girl! You want a treat now?" She gently grasped Ceylon's tail base with one hand for leverage only to notice that the skin felt loose. It took her a moment to realize that she was feeling the throat of the tail maw. The canal that linked it to her womb, as Runa had explained. Ceylon's tail was hollow, with a volume of saliva and arousal sloshing about inside.

That was actually really hot, but not enough to distract Cynder from continuing.

She cradled the base of her cock with the other hand, squeezing at the base of the knot enough to guide it without triggering its full swelling. He wanted to feel what it was like to lock with this gryphon's tail hole, if possible. Sure, it might mean they were stuck here a bit longer but the arousal was clouding her mind just enough that she didn't care. Enough that she was aware of the risk but not enough to make it feel like it wasn't worth it.

Because again: the risk of getting caught was hot even if the reality was not.

This time Cynder was not gonna dive right in, though. Her cock was almost fully engorged and her tip was dangerously close to probing that tail star when she decided to test a bit more before making such a rash decision. She collected some of her natural sheath-slime with a finger then used it to smear all over Ceylon's pucker. To her delight, Ceylon seemed to arch her back and push into it.

So she continued. Gently and ever so carefully she eased a single digit in between the tender folds, tugging gently on the rim of the tail star before stopping and waiting to see how Ceylon reacted. Once again, the gryphon seemed to enjoy it as she arched her lower body and pushed back. Rather than adjust or retreat, Cynder just let this happen as the gryphon proceeded to sit on her finger, swallowing every digit to the palm.

“Good girl." Cynder assured the gryphon as she felt around inside, taking note of the bird's inner anatomy. Tight at the opening, opened up a bit inside, and lightly rippled walls all the way through. Not as much of a disparity between tight and roomy like the spade but still nice. She then tested her limits a bit more by pulling her finger mostly out and using the natural lubricant to get two fingers inside. Jut like before, Ceylon was highly receptive, pushing back and leaning into her.

Cynder couldn't help but feel the rush of excitement as she came to realize this was happening. No obstacles were going to stop her. Ceylon was not only willing but aggressively eager. She got to play with gryphon spade and tail star? Her luck couldn't have been better! And to make things better she felt like she still had some juice in her orbs even after the gryphon milked so much from her earlier.

Once she was confident there would be no interruptions or protests, she adjusted in place and used her slick fingers to guide her cock tip right up into the plump center of Ceylon's eager tail star. Like before, the gryphon twitched a bit then immediately leaned back with all of her weight to aggressively take what she had to offer.

The kitsune had to pause and encourage Ceylon to slow down a bit but a subtle shift in weight and Ceylon leaning into her basically had the gryphon sit on her lap in one fluid motion, swallowing the entirety of her shaft leaving only the bulbs of the knot pressed tight to her opening.

Ceylon glanced back over her shoulder, wings slightly spread and a gaping grin on her beak. She wiggled her hips and starting alternating between standing tall and partially sitting, imitating riding her while sitting in her lap. This was quite the revelation, as Cynder had no idea this little bird was such a butt slut. She'd heard of some ferals being comfortable with that sort of thing but never like this.

“Someone has some experience." Cynder said to Ceylon, though it was mostly just to herself. The thought made her ponder if this was something Runa did with her on a regular basis; it seemed like he was reluctant or unwilling but comfortable with the idea. Maybe Ceylon had successfully begged for attention long enough for her person to indulge her a bit; maybe anal was that indulgence.

Regardless of what happened in the past and what her history was with Runa, Ceylon was quite enthusiastic about grinding and bouncing on Cynder's cock, stroking it from tip to knot with her plump pucker of a tail star. Riding kitsune cock like a pro.

Given that Ceylon was so eagerly and expertly riding her, Cynder then leaned in and bent over the back half of the gryphon, tail base in one hand and thigh in the other. She had leverage and her cock was buried deep in avian rump so it wasn't going to pop out or misfire. She happily indulged herself by gyrating her hips and thrusting passionately, slapping her knot lobes up against Ceylon's rump, tugging on tail and hips for extra leverage each time.

Her passion was basic but effective. She wasn't going for odd angles or crazy ideas, she just mounted that gryphon feral style, eventually coming to cover her with her breasts on Ceylon's wings and chest down against her back.

The subtle babbling of the nearby creek and the faint buzzing of insects in the woods were broken up by the occasional avian chirp and the repeated slaps of kitsune flesh on gryphon booty. Truly a majestic scene for the pair of them, surrounded by flowers and draped by a weeping willow that mostly obscured them from the world beyond this hidden copse.

It didn't take her long at all to feel that feral lust take over. As she thrust and bucked into Ceylon her hip thrusts grew ever stronger and deeper. She could feel the gryphon's tail star dilating with every slam of her knot against the flesh, paired by the bird's inner walls rolling and clenching and relaxing in perfect synchronicity, massaging her length inside. It was all too much, and Ceylon seemingly pushing down and relaxing her rump to enable her combined to reach that peak of pleasure.

After only a few minutes of unrelenting vigorous thrusts, Cynder found herself on the cusp of popping all the way in. She tried to stop herself before her knot breached the gryphon's tail star but Ceylon was having none of that and immediately pushed back and sat down the instant she felt her pucker dilate that wide.

Every bit of Cynder's knot disappeared deep into Ceylon's rump, with the plump pucker coming to snugly wrap around the knot neck while kissing her sheath's tip Her walls clenched with inward waves, literally milking her as her knot swelled to full girth, the tie completed.

Just like before Cynder couldn't help but curl her toes and growl a bit to herself as the snug walls of flesh around her member sapped the seed from her depths, quickly raising her pleasure to a climactic plateau that had her balls tensing and squeezing in an effort to eject themselves and deposit their load into this avian backside.

Any good tie would result in elongated, sustained pleasure and this was no different. Though since she'd already had one draining experience less than an hour before she was feeling somewhat muted. The pleasure was there, the climax was just as explosive but she found herself getting exhausted a bit quicker than last time. Rather than pop in and then keep at it she almost immediately felt that instinct to turn around and tug until it was over.

Rump to rump. That was the solution. She lifted one leg as she spun in place, anchored by her knot lodged in Ceylon's rump as she ended up on all fours facing the opposite direction as Ceylon. Her thighs were pressed to the gryphon's. Both of her tails were laid flat on Ceylon's haunches, one on either side of the gryphon's tail. And her cock had been wrenched down so that it was out behind her, forcing her orbs to the side as she and Ceylon leaned away from each other.

The pressure of gryphon rump on the base of her knot matched by the tugging sensation of both of them kept that pleasure at its maximum capacity. She rolled her eyes and ended up on her elbows as she clawed at the ground, Ceylon's booty milking spurt after spurt out of her. She almost felt like she was getting comically dehydrated, she was being drained so expertly.

Despite that this tie was not nearly as long as the first one. In the back of her mind she knew this would be the case from the moment she stuck her finger between those pillows of rump flesh and noted that she was tight but the discrepancy wasn't as wide as the difference in a proper knot pocket.

She knew that a tail star wasn't meant to hold a knot in place like a set of plump spade lips. It was tight, but not as tight. The insides were snug, but not as snug.

So of course it was only a matter of minutes before Ceylon's tugging yanked them apart, the kitsune's cock bursting from gryphon rump with a guttural squelch as her thigh-long length swung heavily between her legs, spewing webs of seed all over the grass and flowers.

Cynder went to touch herself and maybe collect some of her mess when she noticed Ceylon had buried her beak between her thighs and was licking it up for her. She was thorough, same as before. Her tongue slapped up and down the shaft with extra special attention given to the bulges of the knot and the short length that kept it anchored in the sheath.

Ceylon once again reverted back to her more playful mood. She leapt away and then rolled over to tend to her own holes before getting back up and enjoying some zoomies around the clearing. She did a few laps around the tree and even leapt into the creek before jumping back out and scaling the cliff that formed the crescent moon around the tiny grove and then basically bolted back out the crevasse, leaving Cynder alone and on her knees.

“Well. Okay then. Couldn't wait up?" She muttered to herself as she slowly got back up to her feet. She massaged her sheath until it swallowed her cock back up and then folded her skirt back down over her thighs. She brushed herself clean of the twigs, dirt, and debris, careful to make sure she didn't have stains on her knees before she composed herself and followed Ceylon along the path.

It was a new trail out the other side of the glade, but once she returned to the rest of the pathways she felt like it was all rather similar. Ceylon was waiting for her, sitting pretty with head up and tail swishing around behind her, wings folded tightly to her sides. She chirped to make sure Cynder followed before bounding forward, continuing her quest to return to Runa.

“Good girl." Cynder said as she puffed out her chest and obediently followed.

Chapter 5

From that point forward Cynder was able to focus a lot better. Infinitely better. Her mind was cleared and her balls were drained, at least for a few hours

The trail she took followed the stream through the forest, eventually leading to the river. A tributary. The stream was only a few meters wide at the most but the river was, well, a full river. Even if she threw a rock with all her might she'd not be able to reach the other side. It didn't look too deep, though; barely more than waist height except in a few locations. The water wasn't moving too quickly, it appeared to be a gentle, lazy river, and had she brought a canoe she could have easily seen herself falling asleep and ending up a few towns over.

Back home she'd stay far away from this sort of thing. Massive crocodilians and aquatic snakes made rivers their homes. In Afeyrion those sorts of things weren't as common. They still existed but mostly to the south. She checked before leaving Runa's house.

Her side of the river was pretty flat, just barely above the water level of the river. There were hills of course but the path she chose to take was not as high as the path Runa took. The other side of the river, however, was lined by cliff-like hills. Not rocks but tightly packed dirt kept in place by the roots of the trees of the forest. Not a very common looking geological formation but a nice one since a lot of the roots that stuck out the side of the hills formed their own little trees.

She remembered reading something about there being some megafauna in the region, where hundreds or thousands of trees were actually all connected to the same root system and that they were all actually the same organism. She had a phone in her satchel and could have searched it up but was a bit more focused on the gryphon prancing ahead of her.

Ceylon seemed content with the day's events thus far. She'd been stuffed twice – one in each hole – and still had a rather voluminous mass of seed sloshing around inside her. She wasn't just leading the kitsune through the trail but practically hopping and skipping in delight every step of the way. If there was a clearer show of affection and contentedness Cynder couldn't imagine it.

And she had a pretty good imagination.

Though her mind was more focused on the view of Ceylon ahead of her and the fact that the gryphon was still off leash and thus able to bolt away at any time, Cynder was still taking some time to absorb the view around her. The city was so green! Its leaves and vegetation was so vibrant. The trails they took weaved through the middle of the city at one point and yet still she couldn't see civilization beyond the occasional bench that was dedicated to some dead investor or some structure meant to make the walk a lot easier.

At one point the trail turned into a marshland boardwalk, with wooden planks suspended over a boggy swamp near the river.

There was a brief moment where Cynder cringed and winced at what may have happened had Ceylon decided to jump in. She could actually see the black muck of the marsh shifting as snekkens and other creatures slithered about beneath the surface and she had nothing to stop Ceylon from diving in to play with the toy. Then she remembered that Runa had mentioned that Ceylon didn't actually like playing in the mud or puddles and rarely went into water despite being a semi-aquatic bird.

So that let her relax a bit. She wasn't so worried about Ceylon jumping into the bog. Still, the stress remained and persisted until they were back on dry land and Ceylon was once again leaping ahead and prancing with tail high and wings gently spread for a bit of extra lift.

“Took you long enough!" A familiar voice called out from just around a bend up ahead where the trail finally branched away from the river. It was Runa, who was leaning over a railing that was on a lookout point for people to bask in the beauty of the river. “I thought you got lost."

“Nah mate, just enjoying the company." Cynder half joked as Ceylon leapt forward and pounce-tackled Runa. Full force to the chest. Both talons, all the gryphon's weight with the added momentum of an angled beat of her wings to really make her person feel it.

Runa was well adapted to this and knew how to counter it by bracing herself and leaning in for a pecking kiss, beak to muzzle, before letting Ceylon down. His keen eyes caught a glimpse at Ceylon's tail maw, catching the twinkle of the morning sun reflecting off the cum glisten between the jaws. “I see you enjoyed yourself!" He cradled Ceylon's tail maw next to his chest and cleaned up part of the mess there like a mother cleaning a pup's lips of the cream. An apt metaphor on too many levels.

Cynder tried to act brash and confident but having felt 'caught' she kinda blushed and avoided eye contact. She knew she'd been openly invited and encouraged to have a go if Ceylon demanded it but it still felt weird. Not her gryphon. Not her choice. Ceylon's choice.

Ceylon could not have made it clearer that she got exactly what she wanted. That helped things.

Since it was clear Cynder was gently shy about this – in spite of being so brash about other things – Runa decided to not comment further and instead continue acting as guide. He motioned down the path downstream. “Come on, we're almost there!"

“Where's there? Like where are we headed? Have you got a specific place in mind? I thought you said we were just sorta winging it." Cynder asked as she hopped forth to keep pace.

“I half lied. Kinda sorta. I had a few places I wanted to end up and we're actually really close to one of them. Maybe my favourite of them. It's just on the other side of the river, but we gotta do a bit of a detour. The area's nice, though, so it won't feel like a waste." He patted Ceylon on the haunches and helped to preen and adjust a few feathers before the pair of them led the way.

Cynder made sure to fully catch up to Runa with Ceylon out ahead. Clearly this was a path they took often as the gryphon knew exactly where they were going. There weren't many branches in the path, though, so it wasn't like there were many opportunities for missteps.

This part of the path was vastly different than the part Cynder had taken to get there. Both were lining and meandering alongside the river but they were at slightly different altitudes relative to the water level so their appearance was greatly different. The prior area was thick and lush with vegetation like grasses and ferns and underbrush and swamps. The new area was barren and empty at face height and below. No underbrush, no debris, no ferns, no grass. Just dirt and gravel and some drift wood.

It made sense. Since they were basically at water level it made sense that even the slightest flooding would wash away anything and keep smaller flora from flourishing there. The incline into the shore of the river was very shallow, so it was clear that this part they were walking through was at least occasionally underwater.

“Yeah, it's not too far from here. I actually discovered the place pretty recently." Runa explained right as they got to the part where the path narrowed and it started on a slight incline that gradually got them up about a dozen meters off the water level. 'I used to just follow along the river with the trail, which basically was a full lap around town, but this is nicer. A more traditional hike, like a mountain trail without the mountains. No real mountains in the area but it is pretty hilly."

“Sounds like a lot of work. We've been walking for quite a while, are you sure we shouldn't head back yet?" Cynder suggested. She wasn't exhausted yet as she was in good shape and could keep up just fine. She just had done a lot more physical activity than Runa and would have liked to make it home with energy left to do something fun. Maybe with Ceylon again.

Runa broadly grinned, showing his fangs. “Nah, it's not that bad. This path actually takes us in a loop in another direction. It's a long one but it will eventually bring us out not too far from the split where I left you and Cey. Come on, we're almost at the bridge." He motioned forward; between the trees and bushes and greenery that had returned the higher off the riverbed they climbed there was a green bridge with steel arches and a wood walkway along it. A walking bridge, not for vehicles.

The bridge itself wasn't anything special but the closer they got to it the clearer it was why so many people were on it taking pictures. It was the perfect place to catch the reflection of the morning sun off the river's gentle waves. Upriver the sun was at the exact angle so that the water's surface was all rippling golden yellow, while downriver they got a perfect, golden tint as the light reflected and painted the green of the bridge and surrounding foliage.

True beauty. That wasn't the sort of thing Cynder fixated on often but it was hard to not lose herself in the imagery overlooking the river. She even cracked a genuine smile as the reflected morning light bathed her. “Yeh. Okay this is nice. Good spot."

“Oh this isn't the spot." Runa corrected her. “This is just a really nice place on the way to the area we're headed."

“I see. So are you gonna tell me where we're headed or just tease me? I can handle being teased but you gotta let me know that's happening so I can respond appropriately."

Runa nodded. “I was kinda being teasy but no, it's the entire area over there." She pointed to the cliff-like hills interwoven and held in place by the tree roots. The entire other side of the river. “It's not a specific spot, just a really nice place that's really hilly and has gorgeous views. If you thought the scenery from the bridge was nice, well, there's an even better place over here."

“I trust you. But I am getting pretty tired. We're pretty far from your place and I kinda wanna head back soonish. I'm trying to gauge my energy reserves and I'm past half my tank, thanks to your bird." She almost continued that sentence by describing what it was that Ceylon did with her but there were others on the bridge that would have heard. Her voice carried well.

Rather than elaborate, Runa motioned for the group to carry on. She had to pause to tell a couple of the other people walking on the bridge not to worry and that Ceylon was friendly and safe. One of them was still being nasty so Runa hooked a leash temporarily and walked the rest of the bridge with her gryphon. He seemed pretty annoyed but let Ceylon off the leash the moment they made it to the other side and got off the wooden and paved path.

“So frustrated with anti-pet people. They cry and whine about companions whether they're off-leash or not, and-" HE stopped and took in a breath with his eyes closed, centering himself. “Never mind all that. It's not worth getting worked up over."

“Good boy." Cynder complimented. She almost reached out and patted Runa between the ears but stopped herself when Runa gave her a confused look. “Or not?"

Runa huffed. “No it's fine, I just don't know how to respond to that. Being touchy isn't really my thing and I guess I don't have a praise kink? Helps me for later but yeah."

Cynder didn't know what to make of that either but she dropped it, letting Runa continue to lead the way through this next leg of their journey.

This part of the forest was more traditional. Some underbrush but not too thick. Tall trees but not the massive ones she'd seen elsewhere. Pathways formed veritable webs across the terrain, and almost every path had them cross some other group of hikers or tourists. Unlike the prior areas on the other side of the river, this place was packed with people.

Ceylon had to sniff every single person they crossed. Some she seemed to keep her distance from and others she just outright leapt at in a playful pounce. Runa had to keep a keen eye on his pet, as pouncing the wrong person could be bad, especially with the gryphon not on a leash. Fortunately, the pair had a system worked out and any time Ceylon was about to jump and Runa wasn't sure about the person she was pouncing, all Runa had to do was click his tongue once and she'd halt whatever it was she was doing and return to her person's side.

Astoundingly well behaved bird. Very easy to love, to cuddle, and to play with. Not shy about communicating her desires an equally good about listening when she was told. Sometimes. It was clear there was a difference in tone depending on situation. When they weren't being serious, Ceylon didn't really listen. She might come, she might not. She might obey, she might not. She might just bolt away and come back whenever she wanted. But when Runa was serious, Ceylon knew to obey.

Being around this many other people on the trails brought out Runa's more serious side. He was still keen on ensuring that his pet had freedom to explore and sniff and dig and greet anyone who would have her but she didn't stray far from Ceylon's pace. A lovely balance.

After about a half hour of walking with the pair of them casually chatting about what they were going to do when they got home and all the other routes they could have taken, Runa stopped and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. He stepped up next to a tree stump at the end of an outcropping overlooking a nearly ten meter drop before the riverbed shore.

There was a deep valley cutting through the forest perpendicular to the river, one with another bridge over it that people liked to stop and take pictures from. On the other side a steep but traversible incline weaving between trees and roots that they could have scaled to make it to the riverbed.

No words were exchanged between the three of them. Runa just walked up and sat down on the tree stump and took in the view as Ceylon sidled up next to him, leaning against his thighs with beak chin on his lap. Runa petted the gryphon and simply smiled, basking in the reflective glow of the morning sun reflecting off the rippling water of the river.

This felt quite familiar to Cynder, so she walked over to take in the view as well and immediately figured out what made this place different. The trees that were growing out of the sharp embankment blocked out most of the direct sunlight while also perfectly framing the view of the surface of the water so that this specific position was nothing but reflected light.

Without turning to look at his guest, Runa explained. “This exact spot. This exact time of day. This time of year. It's perfect. The light is perfect. The angle is perfect. The view is perfectly framed by the trunks of the trees and the leaves and the shoreline. It stays nearly perfect all through summer and into fall, but it always has to be around this time of day. There's maybe a half hour window. I thought we were going to miss it when Ceylon kept you busy down on the other path."

Cynder saw it. She didn't need to say anything. She just stood behind Runa taking in the same view as long as they could. They remained there, barely moving for a full half hour until the sun had risen just enough in the sky that the angle wasn't aiming the light directly at them. People walked by, some stopping to take pictures while others paused to absorb the beauty. Nobody tried to get Runa to give up the tree stump.

Once the sun's angle had shifted enough Runa was finally ready to move on. He shook his head and stood up, carefully waking the gryphon that had fallen asleep on his lap. “Okay, we can move on now if you'd like."

“We don't have to."

“No, we don't, but we got to share this moment. I'm content moving on now if that's okay with you. Besides, I do still have one place I wanna go before we head home. It'll help refresh us enough to make the trek back without having to hire a ride or something." He took one last look at the view of the river below and the island that parted the stream before motioning for Cynder to scale the cliff.

Cynder wasn't sure she agreed. “Excuse me? That's not, uh, you sure that's a good idea?"

Runa noddd. “Yeah it's a little steep but there's a bunch of roots and stuff for balance and-"

Right as he was explaining the situation Ceylon bolted past both of them and leapt into the air, wings spread wide to catch the subtle updraft to glide and soar over the river. The gryphon banked sharply and then did a barrel roll upriver, eventually disappearing out of sight.

“Uh, is that good?" Cynder asked, freezing up with uncertainty.

“Yeah she knows where we're going. She'll meet us there. Come on." Runa grabbed one of the hanging vines that dangled off the nearest tree and used it for leverage as he landed on a dirt and root outcropping a meter or so down. From there, he was able to zig and zag across the various footholds and grips like an expert rock climber before eventually making his way to the river bank. Once there he waved up and called to assure Cynder it was fine.

She wasn't so sure. Hiking was one thing, climbing was another. She had the ability to walk and take care of herself in most situations but this was one thing that she was mildly uncomfortable with. Still, part of her pride motivated her to at least try.

Passerby gave her some genuine encouragement as she grabbed the vine and tried her best to make it down to the first ledge. That part did seem the hardest. From there, Runa had mostly climbed down with little to no help from the dangling vine. In fact, she was shocked at how easy it was once she got there. With almost no worry she descended one step at a time with the ease of using a ladder. She actually felt pretty proud of herself by the time she made the last leap to the ground beside Runa.

“Good stuff!" Runa applauded, patting her on the rump near her tail bases. “But I guess I shoulda known you weren't wearing any underwear." HE winked at her then set off down the trail that lined the river bank. Clearly he'd been using his position to look up her skirt. That was fine.

They shared a casual laugh while making light of the admittedly funny situation before hiking upriver together. Runa led and Cynder followed the path that was tight between the shore and the root-tangled cliffs above them. Nobody would dare come down here during a flood, they'd get washed away and never be seen again.

“That's why this is my favourite place." Runa joked with a morbid twist. “It's hidden. It's very Dangerous. And it can really only be seen from a vantage on a nearby island. You can't see it from above, and almost nobody is dumb enough to meander down here without very specific intents. But I'm an idiot and Ceylon's a bit of an explorer. She found it."

“Okay you're gonna have to start making sense because I am not following."

“You'll see." Runa assured while they kept hiking upriver. Before long they ended up finding what appeared to be a tiny cave on the shore. Very tiny. As in maybe a meter deep and a meter wide with the dirt cliffs and tree roots above arching over it so that nobody could look down. It was a little inlet, rather innocuous other than the fact that Runa was right and it was hidden from all angles and the only line of sight Cynder could see led to a rocky pile on an island in the river.

Except there was nothing special about it. Little more than a scoop out of the dirt.

“And this is where things get interesting." Runa declared with a hushed whisper. Just in case someone was above them on the trail. “If you follow me-" He stepped into the shallow alcove then seemed to disappear into the wall, vanishing between two folds of dirt and vines into nothing.

Cynder blinked and shook her head, surprised. She wanted to call out and get Runa to respond but there was a chance there were people nearby and she wanted to respect Runa's desire to be secretive about the whole ordeal. Curious, she pressed herself to the back of the alcove and laid her paws on the dirt to see if maybe her eyes were deceiving her or something when she realized what was happening.

The moment she pressed her chest to the innermost point of the alcove she saw that there was a half meter wide crevasses in the dirt that formed an S-shape. Almost like the dirt had folded onto itself leaving a very subtle passage that was virtually impossible to see. She could barely see it just at the riverbank a few meters back. The alcove itself was hidden from view at all angles, and the deeper passage was so perfectly camouflaged that it genuinely looked like Runa had merged with the very dirt that made up the cliffs when he slipped into the cavern.

It was pitch black inside but Cynder was able to use her ears to listen to the occasional drips of water and the scuffling of her paws on the ground with each step. Primitive echolocation. She pressed her hands to the wall to make sure she knew how far apart they were.

The thing was, the inside of the cave was humming with a teal glow that was so thick that it was unable to leave the cavern. Upon emerging into the opening Cynder was shocked at what she saw.

A proper cave. Three meters tall. Ten meters long, five meters wide. A decent room size. The entire ceiling of the cave was lined with glowing teal roots and what looked like a central hub of tightly tangled vines that almost resembled the folds of a brain. These roots covered the majority of the ceiling and even jutted out on the sides, where they were met by the more intense glow of crystals growing out of the walls. The entire cave had a subtle teal mist, clearly emanating from the crystals and roots.

“What is all this? It looks like ademane, but-" Cynder stopped. “Wait."

Ademane was the functioning element involved in the use and manipulation of magic. Everyone had some in them but with the gradual development of technology it gradually became something that not everyone utilized. Magic was not common. Most lost touch with that part of themselves and as a culture it was considered by some to be outdated. At least where Cynder came from.

Runa had to explain a thing or two to his guest. “Ah right. I guess it never really came up, did it? Well, This is an ademane spring. A rare magical hotspot. Do you feel it?" He leaned into Cynder and pressed his hands on her breasts.

A sudden chilling wave of energy coursed through her. Like adrenaline without the boost in heart rate. “Yes? I didn't know you could-"

“Wait, really?" Runa chuckled. “Yeah I can use magic. You think this body is built for the toys I take and the partners I let mount me? I ain't no mare or snake, I'm feline over here. You get like...three fingers, tops."

“I suppose I hadn't really thought about it." Cynder admitted.

Runa walked over to where Ceylon was laying on her side, stroking her feathers and giving the gryphon a nice head pet. “Yeah, I'm actually pretty good at it. Not an expert or anything but I definitely am able to do some fun stuff and being here helps me a lot. Like, for instance, Watch." He stood up and peeled off his clothes, folding the kilt over one of the emergent crystals to reveal his fully naked body for the first time since Cynder had arrived. Runa was masculine but was graced with a gloriously roomy pussy. Though feline, he was able to take massive toys and fists and partners.

While he stood in front of Cynder he slid a single finger up his slit between his lips. As he did that, the rather nondescript pink folds swelled up immediately and turned an even brighter fleshy pink. Her clit expanded and filled out her labia at the top, resulting in a pussy that resembled that of a mare. “Cool, right? But then I can also-" He then rubbed in a circle, making the plump pink mass of vulva go from a vertical slit to a triangular spade, similar to Ceylon's.

He'd gone from feline to equine to canine in a matter of less than a minute.

“I didn't even know that was possible outside of like, porn stars." Cynder marveled.

“I couldn't do it until I found this place. I have magic but transformation stuff is insanely difficult to manage without some sort of amplification. Here, I can swap whatever I want however I want. And look!" He then pressed his cheek to Ceylon's beak while gently sliding a hand down the gryphon's belly.

Ceylon lifted her leg to expose that plump black spade of hers. As Cynder watched, that spade shifted and stretched and melted before being reformed in the same pattern as Runa, starting with canine then to a normal feline and finally ending on that of a mare. “I can also change her this way." He then cupped the plump equine vulva and dragged her palm towards Ceylon's belly, and came to give a few gentle rubs as Ceylon's lips sealed shut swelled up in the shape of a pair of orbs in a velvety equine sack, and her clit morphed into a stallion sheath before Cynder's eyes.

She had been drained already but this was giving her all sorts of ideas. This was not the sort of thing she saw back in her home country often and it hadn't really occurred to her to ask up until this point. “Is magic commonplace here? I haven't seen it since I arrived."

“I guess you could say that. It's not common common. It's not uncommon. It's like, you know how some people are really good with computers and others are great at mechanics and some have an uncanny talent for math? Some people here are able to harness magic energy beyond just lighting candles and healing minor wounds. I learned to use it to make my body adapt to all those toys. Us felines aren't exactly known for our cavity capacity, you know?"

“Why didn't you tell me that's what it was? I just sort of assume that it would have come up at some point and this is the first time I heard of it." Cynder probed.

Runa shrugged as he patted Ceylon and returned the bird to its natural form, which appeared to be that of a hippogryph with equine bits instead of the canine bits Cynder had become acquainted with. “I never asked you about your studies learning how to program computers or whatever. Same thing. I just sort of assumed you knew that's what it was since I could take abnormally large...things."

“Again I hadn't really thought much about it. But now that you mention it, that does make a lot of sense, yah. So what all can you do? How long have you been doing this? Oh, can you do me?"

Runa leaned in close so that his chest was nearly touching Cynder's nipples through the tank top. “I mean, outside of here I can only do the basics. I have very minor physical magical abilities – telekinesis equal to my natural strength like three meters away – as well as body augmentation spells to make my loins stretchier and more adaptable. But in here? I've been practising and I can do a lot. And you know what, with you being so eager to take care of Ceylon for me, I have to ask: Got another round in you? As long as we stay here in this ademane spring we can play with just about anything you can think of. You just tell me what you wanna try and we can try it."

This certainly did not go the way Cynder was expecting. “Anything?" She asked, pressing her breasts to Runa's chest. She was notably taller than he was, so she got to look down and grin at him while her two tails flicked behind her.

“Pretty much. We can try. Even if not, it's worth experimenting. I can do transformations and elemental stuff. Physical magic. Curative magic. Can't do psychic stuff yet. SO no mind reading as far as I can tell. But with you here and me able to draw on the magic hot spot as a source, we can try anything. I've been meaning to thank you for all you've done the past few months and I'm weirdly shy about actually initiating stuff at home but here...here I can offer you whatever you want."

Cynder was hesitant. “Is this you, though? You seem changed. Is there a chance the ademane is corrupting your mind or something? Influencing you? I'd love to explore but I'd never dream of taking advantage of someone."

Runa nodded and rubbed his chin with an academic expression “Okay, you know what that's a perfectly reasonable question and one I have asked many times myself. One I researched when I was at home. And yeah, as far as I can tell this is just the version of me that doesn't let pesky reality get in the way of my desires and hopes. You know how I was online, saying all the kinky things we can do and all the ways we'd play but then I sorta clamped up when you got here?"

“I've been here like three days, hun. I figured you were just warming up."

“Well I tend to flake all the time. I talk a big game and truly mean it when I say it but when it comes time to actually do it the reality of it hits me and I just don't feel in the mood. I love the fantasy of the kinky stuff, but the reality of it ain't that appealing. But here, when my capability matches my innermost desires – as in, I can actually act on the more outlandish kinks I always wanted to try without the humdrum real elements getting in the way – I can be more confident. More exposed. More me."

Cynder remained skeptical but was willing to give him the shadow of the doubt. “Okay. I'm curious to see what we can do."

Runa held her at arms length. “Perfect. So, Any kinks you wanna try. Anything at all. Pitch to me and I'll see what I can catch. Pun absolutely intended."

“I have ideas. I have many ideas."