FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A sequel (prequel?) to The Dragon's Desire

History Repeats Itself

“See? Perfectly good for skinny dipping,” Frank announced, gesturing to the small pool of water. “No sand to get in your wahoo.” The man grinned as he started to shuck his clothing.

Lucy laughed. “Testing the water before we invite friends up here for fun?” She had no qualms about stripping here in the wilderness, making a race of it with her husband. Hell, she’d strip on the street in the city if it wouldn’t get her arrested.

“Nooooo…” Cory exclaimed in hushed tones, tugging the blanket of the guest bed across his legs. “Grandma Lucille naked?” He kept his voice low because for some reason, there were no doors in most of the house. Thankfully the nearly maze-like old ranch house had enough twists in the halls that sound didn’t travel far, but you couldn’t hear anybody coming down the hall either.

“Hrmph. We were a lot younger then, kiddo. In our twenties. That was the loving sixties after all,” Grandpa Frank told him. “Ahhh, more than just naked too. We were deep into swinging, and I don’t mean the dancing.”

Cory looked at him funny. “You’re talking about the sex swinging, not the playground, right?”

“Ahyep. Looking back on that, it was funny how the other guys couldn’t know how she didn’t end up pregnant. Now do you want to hear the story or not?”

“Yeah, keep going!” Cory urged him on.

Frank gestured around at the surroundings after he finished getting his clothing off. “What do you think? Just a few friends, or do you think it’d be okay to bring the whole crew up for a weekend?”

“Maybe Chris and Linda to start,” Lucy said, poking her toe at the water. “Hmmm… Maybe a few more. Can’t fit too many people in this little pool and it’s cold enough to probably shrink a guy like a stack of dimes. You boys leave us out enough when you’re cooling off. Chilling it won’t help anything.”

“Hey, I last well!” Frank said in his own defense.

“You do, love,” she assured him, “but still can’t get it up again for a while after.” She crouched to get a sprinkle of water on her fingers and flicked it at him. “Think about how much worse it would be if you got in the colder water here first.”

“You’re right,” he admitted with a sigh. “Heck, I think the only reason I resisted the wiles of that dragoness last week was because we’d just finished swimming. Glad I did, or I’d never see your lovely face ever again.”

She giggled and stepped into the water, a wave of goosebumps rolling up her skin as a result. “One of these days I’ll get the real story out of you. You’ll see.”

“It was a dragoness, I swear it! Ruby red scales and green eyes and she wanted me more than that time Sarah was drunk. But I know about dragons. They steal your soul and can turn you into a dragon. I’d rather stay with you.” He stretched, showing off to her. “It was an interesting time though. Never thought I’d meet a dragon after all.”

“How could you be so relaxed about it?” Lucy asked. “If i saw a dragon, I’d think it wanted to eat me.” She cupped her hands and gathered a bit of water to splash on her breasts, squeaking in delight at the chill.

“No, no,” he chided her. “Anything that wants to eat you, you wouldn’t see until after it’s too late. So as long as it’s not a dragon or a wisp, everything else that you see before it gets to you is safe.”

“We’re glad to hear you think that, because we could really use your help,” a voice said with a low rumble from the nearby bushes.

“Can we trust them?” another voice asked. The accent was very strange for both of the unseen watchers.

“More about whether they will trust us,” the first voice replied.

Frank was a bit on guard and Lucy was ready to scream and run if the situation called for it. But this was out in the middle of nowhere and they were both coming down from being higher than kites, so they were much more relaxed about the situation than they might otherwise be. It was exciting! Unexpected visitors.

“Well, who are you?” Frank asked cheerily. “No need to sneak around in the bushes.”

“Please don’t hurt us or run away,” the first voice said. “We definitely won’t hurt you.”

Lucy gasped as she spotted huge, blue eyes low in the bushes, and then a fuzzy face of a snow leopard poked out from the foliage. “Wild cat!” she exclaimed, considering overcoming her drugged chill.

“No, not a bitey cat!” the feline exclaimed, eyes widening and ears laying back in worry.

The speech from the cat’s muzzle caused two human jaws to drop and Lucy finally held a hand up in surprise. “Talking… cat…” she muttered before falling backward onto her rump. The crisp chill of the water promptly got her attention and she squeaked, scrambling to her feet and jumping out of the water.

“Oh dear,” the second voice said from the mouth of another snow leopard that peeked from the bushes just beside the first. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Talking cats?” Cory asked incredulously, giving his grandfather a withering look.

Grandpa Frank just turned his steely gaze on the youngster and sat there silently until Cory started to squirm uncomfortably. He finally waggled a finger. “Story or no story?”

“Sorry, Grandpa Frank,” Cory said, mollified. “Must be more to it than just talking cats, right?”

“Oh, most definitely,” the old man assured him. “And this was just the first moment we met them. But you don’t get to hear about the naughty stuff until you understand this part better.”

“More naughty than young Grandma Lucy naked?” Cory asked, his eyes wide.

“More naughty than her perky little breasts even.”

“Not startled,” Lucy said indignantly. “Frank… These cats are talking.” She sounded like she was accusing her husband of this.

“We’re not quite just cats,” the feline said, stepping fully out of the bushes. Thick coat, fluffy tail, and folded flat against its back, a large set of feathered, gray wings. Not just flaps of skin or matted fur. Actual feathers, full bird-like wings.

“Wings!” Lucy exclaimed, surprised by both of the felines as the second one stepped out of the bushes as well.

“Winged cats,” the man agreed. “Well, I never…” He scratched his head. “I heard there were gryphons here in older times. Never heard of winged cats before.”

“Well, we descended from gryphons,” the first one said. “Sometimes if a gryphon mates with a regular cat, you get winged cat kittens. We’re not inferior and we’re still magical. Just, not as bird-headed.”

“Hush,” the other told the first. “Don’t be rude to the gryphons.”

“I said bird-headed, not bird-brained. I didn’t know anybody considered that an insult. We know a lot of ravens, after all. They can call us gryphons if they want. It’s quicker. But we’re gryph-halves.”

“Oh, right. Sorry.” The second one planted its rear on the ground in a sheepish sit, then promptly yowled and stood back up straight. Both humans took a step back at the outcry.

“Are you okay?” the first asked, walking worriedly around the second. The humans could see this one was male now.

“Ow… no.”

Lucy forgot to be afraid of the big cats and bounced over. “What’s wrong? Did you sit on… Oh no! Frank, they have prickly plant things in their tails!” She started to reach for one of the offending burrs but her husband was there in an instant and caught her wrist.

“Don’t touch them! They’ll stick in you too and they really hurt!” He peered at the fluffy tails and flanks of the two felines. “Sand spurs. Not too many, but wow…”

“I got one stuck in my tongue for a while trying to get them out,” the male admitted. “They’re mean little things.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Lucy cooed. “Is your tongue okay?”

“It’s better now. It was not fun when it happened.”

Frank was already straightening out his shirt. “When they get into skin, they like to hold on, and they sting. They feel tight on fur so they can get animals to want to pull them out after traveling a ways. They’ll stick to cloth harder than they stick to fur though.”

He used a corner of the shirt and barely brushed it against the spiky burrs in the male’s tail and sure enough, they clung to the shirt’s weave and slid out of the fur. The male looked surprised, but gratified. “May I touch you?” Frank asked, slightly in awe at the avian cat.

“Yes, please help us get these things out,” he asked softly.

Frank took the shirt, very careful to not get his own skin in contact with the offending prickles as he worked along the super-floof of a tail. When the end was de-burred, he was able to manipulate it gently to see and remove the rest of the evil little things.

“Oh, he’s a big boy, isn’t he?” Lucy observed, the comment enticed by her view as Frank worked on getting the last of the burrs out.

“They are bigger than snow leopards at the zoo. I thought snow leopards all lived in Asia too,” he mused.

“Our gryphon heritage gives us bigger bodies, and we can fly and other things. Really, fur is just a pattern, not a species,” the male explained.

“I meant the way his tail is bolted on,” Lucy said.

The cat looked over his shoulder at her searchingly. “My tail? It’s not bolted on.”

“No? With the size of those nuts, I was sure it was,” she said with a smirk.

“The human’s flirting with you,” the second one said with an amused prowf sound.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it as… I mean…” Lucy blushed and turned shyly.

Frank laughed and looked over the tail and flanks one last time. “She’s a good eye for men. Um. Cats? Anyway…” He turned to the other and caught the tail tip with the shirt, quickly de-burring it so he could safely hold the end of the super-long, fluffy tail with his hand. “Oh, you’re a girl,” he observed.

“Mmm hmm,” she said. “I have one on my flank. I can’t imagine if he’d gotten one on his balls.”

“Waaaaait… I just realized, your mouths aren’t moving like words,” Lucy said accusingly.

The male was looking over his tail cautiously and glanced at her. “Well, no. We don’t speak your language out loud. Some of this is vocal, but you get it in your mind with the magic.” He laughed with an odd sound that was actually audible. “Could you imagine us trying to make your sounds with our mouths? Or trying to learn all the languages all over the place?”

“That makes sense,” Lucy said, hovering and fluttering her hands beside the male.

The cat watched her for a moment, then flicked an ear. “Of course you can touch me. I won’t bite.”

“You can read minds too?” she exclaimed, surprised.

“No, it’s just obvious in the way you’re acting,” he said with a smirk.

She reached out and touched him tentatively, poking just barely with one finger, then put a hand flat on his wing. “It’s… It’s a real wing.”

“Well, yes,” he said, unfolding the other one and extending it fully.

“Oh, wow, it’s so big!”

“We need big wings to be able to fly, even with magic helping. Our tails are fluffy, but not much for flying, so we control our flight with magic and big wings.”

“How do you stay hidden?” she asked. “I mean, if people saw you, things would get weird.”

“You saw us, but you’re okay people. For others, they either just can’t see us because they can’t handle the thought of it, or we hide from them.”

“You’re pretty big to hide.”

He vanished and Lucy drew her hand back suddenly, then he reappeared with a chuff of amusement.

“That was a heck of hiding,” she admitted, reaching to pet the fur on his body. “Oh! It’s not really as thick as it looks.”

“Summer coat,” he said. “We’d be way too hot otherwise.”

She reached under him to check the fur on his tummy. “This is really soft though.”

He purrred and finished re-folding his wing, then flopped on his side to lounge, letting her rub his tummy more. “See? I told you they’d be nice humans,” he told the female.

“She’s eyeing your sheath though,” the female said without looking.

“I’m not!” Lucy exclaimed. “Well, much… I mean… a little.”

“Called it. Didn’t even have to look.”

“We came up here for a reason and it’s still on her mind,” Frank said with a smile. “I’m completely fine with this change in plans. The other thing we can do a few times a day. This is much more rare and cool.”

“Yeah, only a few times a day,” Lucy said wistfully, misinterpreting his words as ‘only’ instead of being many more than the ‘how many people get to meet winged cats at all’ meaning.

“Do what a few times a day?” the male asked curiously, licking his paw and cleaning his face a little.

“Mount, silly,” the female said, plucking up a pebble with her paw and tossing it at his tailtip. “Please excuse Rawren, he isn’t always paying attention.”

“Well, I don’t keep track of human mating behavior,” he replied with a huff.

“Mounting behavior,” she corrected him. “She’s not in season so she wouldn’t have kittens from it. Or… cubs? Children. That’s it.”

“Oh! Right, I forgot that humans are smart enough to mount for fun. They can only do it a few times a day?”

“Yep. Human men get tired out or something, poor things. Even though they don’t fall asleep - most of the time - they can’t be aroused again for a while.”

Lucy looked at the male. “Your name is Rawren?”

“Only for non-magical creatures,” the female said. “I’m Shandy. Magic things know each other by… well… their magic. But some of us have names if we ever meet non-magic people.”

Frank patted her tail. “I’m Frank,a nd this is Lucy. Okay, Shandy, you have a burr on your rump and it’s the last one.”

“Mmm… It’s the one I sat on. It used to be on my tail, I think.”

He folded the shirt over double, careful to not prick himself, then used it as a barrier so he could carefully grasp the burr and pull it out. The shirt wasn’t fully effective. “Ow,” he said softly as he got prickled and pulled his hand out of the shirt.

Shandy gave a small hiss as the burr was removed, but then let out a worried breath. “Oh, that’s so much better. Still stings a little.”

The human aww’ed and rubbed where the burr had been. “Does this help?”

“It… oooo… prrr…. It does. Is your finger okay?” She twisted about and caught his prickled hand with her paw, curling toes around it and examining it.

“Your… toes? They’re really long. Almost like fingers,” Frank observed, distracted as he tried to soothe her prickles.

“Some full gryphons have bird front legs, and some have cat paws. Half-gryphons like us have cat paws, but we have very long toes. Makes it easier to hold small things, though we can’t do as much with them as you can, and we still have claws.” She tensed the last segment of one of the digits and extended a claw to show him, then let it relax back before giving his prickled finger a comforting lick. She took the finger in her muzzle and sucked on it gently, peering up at him coyly.

“Don’t stop helping my owie,” she said, wriggling her rump against his hand and getting him to come back from his surprise and start rubbing again. He was paying more attention to her sucking on his finger though and she used this to her advantage, moving her rump under his touch. “Feels better?” she asked with a sultry purr.

“Yes,” the man said, his voice cracking a little as he got a twinge in his loins, which surprised him.

“Feels much better for me too,” she assured him.

“Now who’s flirting?” Lucy asked with a giggle.

“Hmmmm… with where his hand is, I think I’m flirting a little stronger,” the feline said with a glint in her eyes. Then she let his finger go with a last little lick. “Really though, thank you so much for helping us. I’ll stop teasing now. You two seem to be a mated pair and I don’t want to earn any ire.”

“Oh, it’s fine,” he told her. “We play with a lot of human friends too.”

Lucy nodded. “It’s all happy feelings and personal connections. A good way to share fun and sooooo spiritual.”

Rawren chirrupped. “Most of the intelligent creatures do that, so it’s good to see that humans are getting there. Though we’re always careful about kittens. The world is not as kind to magical creatures on this side of the veil anymore.”

“Awww,” Lucy said. “Poor kitties. Gryphons. People shouldn’t be mean to you, you’re so handsome and nice.” She looked at her husband. “Frank, are you okay if they come visit at home? I mean, if they want to.”

Both felines looked surprised. “You’d invite us into your home?” Shandy asked.

“Well, y…” Lucy started to say, but Frank grabbed her and literally put his hand across her mouth, cutting off her words into a muffled sound of surprise.

“Hold on,” he said. “That kind of thing has power, love. Like, magical power.”

Rawren tilted his head curiously. “You’re very well-learned for not being a magical thing.”

The man thought really hard, going over what he’d read in various books.

Shandy was looking at Rawren piercingly, and finally he nodded to her, so she recited, “While you bring no harm to me or mine, I will bring no harm to you or yours.”

Lucy squeaked and gave a shiver. “That tingled!”

Frank had the same tingle and he looked at the winged feline in awe. “That was.. What’s it called? That was a geis, wasn’t it?”

“Yup,” Rawren agreed, then he recited the same and made them tingle again.

“Frank, what does that mean?” Lucy asked.

“Um, it’s… it’s a magical promise. It means that well, as long as we don’t try to do anything bad to them or to things they don’t want bad things done to, they won’t be able to do anything bad to us or to things we don’t want bad things done to.”

“Unless they lie about it or break their promise?” Lucy asked, a little weirded out by the tingle.

“Well, they can’t lie, but no, a geis is a magical promise. It’s like, literally impossible to break. Like the whole universe keeps you from breaking it.”

“Universal thumb smish if they do? And why can’t they lie? Everybody can lie.”

“Not even smish. Just can’t do it. Most magical things can’t lie either. They just try to fool you by not saying things or changing how they say it if they really want to trick you. Plus some things are subjective, which they can use to their advantage. The geis goes beyond that though.” He knelt by the winged felines. “I… Maybe I’m wrong, but I’m honored that you’re willing to give us this assurance. You are welcome in our home.”

“Eee! Frank, another tingle!”

The man grinned at her. “Yeah, I felt it. Kind of a happy tingle. Usually your home is like, closed off, and letting somebody into your home can be serious business and is a sign of trust. Some mean things can only hurt you if you let them in.”

“You are very kind,” Rawren said and Shandy had her tail up high like a happy cat. “I doubt you’ll want to wear that cloth until you get the burrs out of it. Would you like me to carry it for you?”

“I don’t want you to get burrs either. I can...” Frank said, but he stopped when the shirt just vanished. “Um…”

“We don’t have pockets, so we can carry some things magically,” Shandy said. “We’d be honored to see your home.”

“Okay, it’s a little bit of a walk back,” Lucy said. “About an hour.”

“We can walk just fine. That’s why we have paws. Or we’d be happy to fly you there.”

“Fly… us…?” Frank asked worriedly.

“Fly us?! Yes! I’d love to!” Lucy exclaimed. “Umm… It’s safe, right? Do we ride your back or something?”

“Oh, spirits, no,” Rawren said. “We carry you, and yes, it’s safe. Young gryphons and gryph-halves who can carry people are always taught early that they should only let people who can save themselves from a fall ride on their backs. It’s tougher to hang on without choking us than you’d think. We don’t carry people too often. It’s reserved for good friends and special people.”

“How does it work?” she asked.

“You need to get on your hands and knees and we pick you up with all four paws. Then you just need to keep your knees pulled up, and we like it best if you hug our forepaws so we know where the weight of your arms are,” Shandy said, walking up to Frank. “Come on down here, I’ll show her with a quick flight.”

The man looked unsure, but he swallowed and got onto his hands and knees. Shandy padded up behind him, then climbed on top of him and wrapped her forepaws around his chest. She spread her wings and gave a massive flap, and even as the lift of the wings brought her weight off her hind feet, she tucked them around his waist and lifted him with all four paws.

Frank let out a yelp of surprise but managed to not flail and he instinctively pulled his legs up and grabbed onto her forepaws across his chest. “Oh, wow!” he cried as she went on a short pair of circles around. Then she glided back in and pulled up with a powerful flap before dropping very gently to the ground atop the man.

“That was fun,” Shandy said, rubbing her cheek against Frank’s neck. “You okay?” She got a paw free from the grip of his arms and lifted her front half off him. “You’ll need to straighten your legs to free my hind paws,” she advised him.

“Wow, yes. That was a rush, but really fun. You’re very soft, and strong too,” he said admiringly.

Lucy couldn’t take it anymore and burst out laughing. “Oh, that looks so naughty! It looks like she’s humping you!”

“I’m a female though,” Shandy pointed out with a chuff of laughter as Frank got his legs up and freed hers to stand. “You should see when a male flies somebody around. I forgot that you don’t have clothes on and humans find that amusing. I assure you we don’t hump while flying though. Only on the ground and only when wanted.”

“You’re right, I should see,” Lucy said cheerily. She pointed at Rawren. “You carry him so I can see that when we land. Hmm… Maybe some humping too,” she mused.

“What?” Frank exclaimed, surprised.

Shandy clung to the man to keep from falling over from laughter. “Our new friend is offering up her male mate’s tail end for your enjoyment,” she told Rawren. “Didn’t expect that, did you? How does this make you feel? Did you know humans did that?”

“Huh, didn’t expect that, no,” the feline admitted, then he grinned with a bit of a gape of his mouth. “I’d do him. Any friendly hole is a good hole. Didn’t expect you to offer that,” he said, bunting the top of his head gently against the woman’s side.

“Only if I approve of the guy,” she said pragmatically. “Like Sean, and Jerry, and Del, and…”

“NO WAY!” Cory exclaimed in a whisper. “Did you like that?” he asked, his eyes wide.

His grandfather turned his gaze away from the drifting look it had during the story and just stared at him for the interruption. He squirmed and finally put his head down. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Go on.”

Cory kind of liked the fact that Grandpa Frank had no qualms about telling him stories like this despite the fact that if his mom found out, she’d chew out the old man. Not that he was gonna tell her of course. He was well beyond that age. Plus now technically he was allowed to hear stories like this.

“You are really warm,” Lucy called up to the winged cat as they flew over the treetops. “It’s cozy! There, follow that path to the little house and barn.”

The hour-long hike was only a few minutes’ flight and Lucy was quick to lift her legs and let Shandy free, but she rolled over to sit beside the winged snow leopardess and wrapped an affectionate arm around her as Rawren dropped in for a landing. She admired the view as Frank took a bit more time to recover from the high speed and high elevation.

“Are you okay?” Rawren asked him, licking his neck worriedly.

“Yeah,” the man finally said. “I could get over my fear of heights with you two.”

“Oh my gosh! Oh, Frank!” Lucy dashed over and patted him worriedly. “I forgot you’re afraid of heights. I’m so sorry!”

He smiled wearily. “This… this was worth it. Good view?”

She was immediately distracted to peek again. “Oooo, yes. Better than Jerry already, but I’d have to see it in action to see if it’s better than any others. Oh, but do come in, you two.” She gave the male cat a rub just above the base of his tail and made a shiver go through him that made his tail twitch up and his wings rustle, then jumped up and showed the way into the house, leaving him teased by that.

“Umm…” Rawren shifted his weight side to side on his front paws as Shandy padded into the house with a bounce in her step. He gave the neck another lick. “Sure you’re okay? I didn’t know you were afraid of heights.”

“I’m fine, really. Something about you two really helps beat that fear back.” He sighed happily.

“You’re still holding my hind feet with your legs,” Rawren pointed out gently.

“Mmm… True. I suppose she’d be upset if you humped me without her here to see too.” He straightened his legs and freed the feline feet.

“She said she was teasing,” the cat pointed out, surprised and unsure.

“Out there? Yeah. Here in our home? Better place to get to know you and the teases are to see if you want to, then it becomes doing, not teasing. Well, if it doesn’t upset you. Please, if we go too far, just say so and it’s all tame from there.”

“Oh, no, you’re fine,” Rawren assured him, stepping off from over his back. “I just… We’ve never heard of normal humans doing things like that.”

“Swinging?”

“With winged cats?”

“Okay, good point,” Frank admitted as he stood up. “Probably less common. So it’s something you like?”

“I… Hmm. Yes, more than you know,” he said with a purr. “Though I worry to throw all the details at you right away. I’ll say I have a hope, now, and see what happens, okay?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Frank said, smiling and rubbing between the feline ears as he walked with the cat to the front door. “I guarantee, unless something really bad happens, you’ll have a chance to hump Lucy within the next hour or two. She’s definitely leading right now and I’m pretty sure she likes you, even if she’s being brave and uncertain.”

“What about you?”

“Hmm, if there isn’t a good reason not to, I’d probably let you hump me too,” he said with a shrug and a smile.

The cat chuffed. “I like you. I meant Shandy, but that’s nice to know too. I assume you mount females? Do you like her?”

“Oh, oh, okay. Yeah, if she wanted me, yeah, I think I’d enjoy that.”

He showed his new friend where the clothing could go to be deburred later and joined the two women in the livingroom. Well, woman and feline.

“This is a nice home,” Shandy said happily. “It’s covered like a cave but no bugs, and the ground is soft like moss but not damp or green.”

“Humans make good things even when they don’t have magic,” Rawren agreed, kneading at the carpet.

Lucy waved. “I offered her something to eat but she says magical creatures don’t have to eat as much, so they eat maybe a rabbit or squirrel or two a month, though they can eat more if they want to, they don’t need to.”

“How did you end up out here in the middle of nowhere with burrs in your tails?” Frank asked them curiously.

“Quick landing to hide when one of your flying things went by,” Shandy said. “A plane, I think you call them? No good place to land, so did what we could. We’re out here looking for a new place for our family until the younglings are older.”

“Oh, kittens!” Lucy exclaimed.

“Young adults,” Shandy said with a laugh. “They’re about twenty. They still act like kittens sometimes and have a lot to learn, but they are fully grown. And they are starting to want to mate. That’s not a good idea for any of us right now though, since that would mean more kittens for the clan and that’s decades of effort to keep them safe while they grow up. The clan is getting frazzled at the advances and it’s better for us to live outside the clan grounds for a decade or two until they get their hormones under control. At least they have the wisdom to not mount family.”

“Twenty? Wait, just how long do you live?”

“Until we are killed,” she told them. “Oh. We’re young until we’re thirty-five or so. Our bodies grow quickly - not as fast as wild cats, mind you - but our minds have magic to handle and take longer. We can impress our magic on kittens to delay rutting even though their bodies would have the urge after less than a year, but as they grow in magic, that comes back. Long ago there were many more safe places for us to be, and a lot of other magical creatures that could lift tail or mount but wouldn’t create more kittens. Now, humans without magic are almost everywhere instead.”

“Sooo… big, but not fully grown mentally.”

“They just need more magic skills, so they can learn to control their urges themselves. But that’s not as important as surviving and being safe. We think these hills will be a good place. We were worried at first because your house is so close, but you are a wonderful surprise instead. So we’ll probably move nearby.”

“Luuuuuucy… You’ve got that look on your face,” Frank accused her.

“How many kittens?” Lucy asked suddenly.

“Three. Two males and a female. We do call them fledges though, since they are adults, just not capable magically. They don’t look like us, mind you. My mate and I are rare to be of the same coat.”

Lucy was thoughtful again, then nodded decisively. “Okay, I decided. You can,” she told Shandy with a big grin.

“Oh?” The kitty perked and stood up. “Oh, thank you!” She padded over to Frank and walked around him, rubbing her cheek around his waist. “Come down here and have a comfy seat,” she invited him.

“She can what?” Frank asked, squatting and then sitting on the lush carpet.

“We discussed it as we flew,” Lucy said. “She wanted to thank you in a nice way for helping with their tails.”

“Nice way?” he asked, looking at Shandy as he realized that she was right up in his face.

“Rrrrrelax and let me treat you,” she said with a purr, licking softly along his jawline and letting her tongue flick off his ear lobe.

“I told her she could have the fun that I was gonna have with you,” Lucy said with a sly grin.

“Oh? Oh, wait… oh my…” Frank blushed a little. “Okay.” He turned his gaze on the fuzzy face and reached up to stroke her cheek. “Just be gentle. I’ve only had human women.” He did a double-take. “Weird thing to say, but fun to say anyway.”

She trilled approvingly and her wings rustled as she craned to lick his neck and throat, enticing him to tilt his head back. “So trrrusting,” she said softly, nuzzling his throat and nipping at it gently.

“You’re good kitties,” he murmured to her, not even bothering to remember the geis. “If you wanted to hurt us, we’d be hurt long ago.”

“I appreciate... yourrr trust,” she said between licks, tucking her jaws briefly around the base of the side of his neck. Nothing to hurt him, just let him know she was there and she had teeth, The action elicited a happy moan from him and this even surprised and pleased her.

“I can smell your excitement, I can taste it,” she purred as she nibbled on his ear. “I want to taste morrrre.” Little licks graced his chest as she moved her head downward, then she put a big paw on his chest and gently pushed him over to lay on his back as her tongue flicked along his belly and down to what she sought. “Mmmm… Yes, you do like this.”

He pulled in a deep breath as she didn’t tease in the slightest. A single lick drew up from his balls to his tip before she tilted her muzzle down and engulfed his full length into her maw, her tongue darting out to cup along his sack for a moment again before she began to suckle on him gently.

Lucy was quite enjoying the show. She’d rolled over onto her tummy and sat up on her elbows to watch at first. As the licks progressed down her man’s belly, she slid her hand down her own side and finally lifted her hips enough to slide a hand under them and find a sensitive spot with a finger. She was aware of Rawren lounging up against her other side as he watched also, his fur warm against her bare skin.

When she saw the lick and then the sudden engulfing from the muzzle, she squirmed and gave a whimper. “Lucky,” she whispered.

“Hmm?” Rawren asked, glancing at her and nosing her shoulder. “Ah… Here. I’ll help.”

The woman couldn’t tear her eyes away from the nose that was pressed against Frank’s belly as he was suckled. But she didn’t need to look as the male feline stepped over her legs and nuzzled at the crest of them. She felt the hot breath and pulled her hand away from herself, shifting to spread her legs and tilt her hips up to his invitation. She was rewarded with a lick that blew her mind quite nicely, the tongue softer and more agile than any human had. It was all she could do to avoid moaning and interrupting the other two as lick after lick did much better than her fingers were.

Frank was starting to lose his own composure and his fingers fluttered by the feline head, though he didn’t want to grab it. The big paw clenched lightly on his chest, clawtips just barely tickling his skin before she let his flesh go and gave the tip a lick. Then she kept her paw on his chest and most of her weight on the other beside him as she moved forward along his body.

He did finally reach up to ruffle his fingers through her fur as she moved her paw to his shoulder, curling the toes across it and licking at his throat needfully.

“Our kittens aren’t the only ones going without,” she purred into his ear. “I was going to give you just nice licks, but I’m hoping to get more if you’re willing.”

“Mmmm, anyth-thing you like,” he said. He was not keen to admit that just the touch of her maw alone nearly milked him of his juices already.

“I rrrreally like you,” she whispered to him, hunching her body enough to straddle his hips with her hindpaws. Then she had to shift her weight, reaching down with her forepaw to lift him and guide him to the right spot, careful of her claws.

To his point of view, she was holding him down more firmly with the forepaw, and her weight was not too great. He felt the touch on his damp flesh despite being distracted by the grip of her toes on his shoulder, and the body heat of a feline was an astounding sensation as she first nestled him against damp fur, then found her mark and pushed herself just a little down on him.

With his tip lodged, she could feel the prize so close. Her jaws closed lightly across the crook of his neck again, as if to join her paw in keeping him from escaping, then she swallowed his flesh below with one prompt thrust of her hips. Despite her occupied mouth, her pleased yowl joined his gasp of a moan.

“Oh, god, really lucky,” Lucy said, lifting her hips more and pressing them back against Rawren’s muzzle with a whimper. It took her a second to realize that after her change of position and push, his nose was no longer there. In that second, he’d stepped over her and she felt his soft belly fur tickle her back before his whiskers tickled the side of her neck.

“I can help like that too,” he offered.

Her mind flicked to when she’d seen tigers mating at the zoo and their smaller size despite their massive bodies, but she was happy for anything now. “Yes… please…” she whispered, almost a whimper as she tilted her rear end up further.

A big forepaw curled beneath her waist and pulled her up just a little before a hot, tapered tip found her sopping folds. Whiskers tickled her neck as he hooked his chin over her shoulder. Then with a tensing of powerful belly muscles against her lower back, she was quickly made aware that this kitty packed more than a tiger at the zoo.

Inch by inch slipped in and her mouth opened in an increasingly-happy smile. The taper quickly gave way to a bulb, and then a second, larger one, before his balls found her clit. He was only just a little shorter than Frank, and the bulb at his base made him a little bit thicker there, the mid-shaft bulb pretty closely matching her man’s girth. But oh god he was so hot inside her.

Both felines began to thrust their hips and ride their new friends at the same time. Shandy gave up her grip on his neck to press her face against the spot instead, a look of delighted concentration on her face. Rawren, on the other hand, nipped first at long hair, then his jaws gaped and he caught Lucy’s neck fully in their grip, his fangs cradling nearly at the front of her throat as he took her.

Two pleased yowls filled the room within seconds of each other, the female feline clenching and calling out her peak first. Rawren was soon to follow, letting go of the neck and arching his head back in a look of open-mouthed ecstasy that gave way to a snarling thrust as he unloaded his long-pent seed deep in the woman.

Frank was quick to follow, clinging to Shandy’s sides as she ground her clenching body against his hips and promptly succumbing to the feeling with a delighted groan just as Rawren gave a few last pushes and drew in a satisfied breath.

Poor Lucy, on the other hand, gave a little whimper as the cat fell mostly still and started to relax. “Sooo… close…” she murmured, starting to reach back to try to finger herself the rest of the way.

“What? Oh!” Rawren exclaimed, then without bothering to pause, he went back to thrusting in her full length, the slick juices running down her spread lips at the depth of each push and dripping to the carpet.

“Oh god,” Lucy whimpered. “Yes, yes!” She got that look on her face as her body clenched like a vice around the feline. Then she squeaked as she delighted in seeing stars and feeling like she just got shot over the moon.

Her companion could hold back at the squeeze and his grip around her waist tightened as he drove himself balls deep and tried to get even deeper before his pleased roar signalled his second load. Then he nuzzled aside the hair on her back so he could lick her sweaty skin. “Better?” he purred.

“Oooo… yes… You came twice?”

“Yes. Cats can mate hundreds of times a day, though usually a female cat wants a little break to relax and purr. So males usually have to pause to find another female afterward.”

“Hundreds?” Lucy asked in awe.

“Well, maybe dozens with the time to change females,” he admitted.

Shandy let out an explosive purr. “Ooo… Didn’t take a break, but he’s so neat.” She nuzzled the panting man. “You twitched and bucked so many times inside me, and now it feels so soft and sliding out slowly.”

Lucy giggled. “Yeah. Human guys blow their load and then get soft. They’re lucky if they can do it three or four times a day.”

“I like the little throbs, and I like how thick he is at his tip,” she said, grinding her hips against the man and jumping a little as the motion let his soft anatomy slide out. “Awww… Okay, yeah, three or four times might not be as many as I’d want.”

“Could you make due?” Lucy asked, smiling like the canary who somehow reversed the catching on the cat.

“Mmmm, yes,” Shandy said dreamily, stretching herself back out and flopping on Frank to snuggle him despite his initial surprised flailings. She wasn’t too heavy for him at all though and he finally gave in and slipped his hands up under her wings to rub at her back. “I think it’s a good plan if you’re still okay with it.”

“Oh, I meant you could do that too when I said you could,” Lucy said. “Though I guess I should ask Frank too.” She reached to rub the paw that was still wrapped around her waist.

“What kind of plotting has this become?” Frank asked with a grin.

“Well, she told me about their family and looking for a place to stay while we were flying home. And about how she wanted to give you a nice thank you and make up for keeping us from having fun at the lake. I suggested that she could have fun with you and she liked the idea. Then I realized that if we were all happy with the fun, we could let them live here until they found a better place. Might be up to fifteen years, but they don’t scratch furniture or need litter boxes and they have all kinds of neat stories and I just found out Rawren can maybe even do me dozens of times a day. And Shandy really likes you, and I still love you and it would be so wonderful!”

He opened his mouth to protest, but realized that he was currently really, really happy. Moreso with a massive, cuddly winged cat atop him. So he shook his head lightly to clear it of discord and smiled. “That actually sounds like a nice idea. I would be happy to have them stay. We have a big house, so there’s plenty of room.”

“What do you think?” Shandy asked Rawren. “A nice, safe place for us all and two nice people to be with. They can’t have kittens or give us any. The fledges would even get to sate their urges maybe?” She looked at Lucy questioningly.

“Oooo… three nice kitty guys? I think I could like that.”

“Balls deep - twice! - after eighteen years, so not hard to convince me” Rawren admitted with a happy gape of his mouth. He took a deep, happy breath and climbed off the woman as his mate climbed off the man. “This is more than we’d ever hoped for in this world. I’m glad we stayed on this side of the veil, even if it’s more work. Thank you two so much. If we become too much for you, just say the word and we’ll leave you be.”

“The fledges can be a bit rambunctious still,” Shandy agreed, grooming herself to clean up the happy mess. “Why don’t you go gather them up. If I went, the boys would have a hard time avoiding wanting to hop on my tail because of my smell. You smell lice enough to excite them about things and help them be less timid.”

“That sounds about right. The flight back with the scent in their nose should make them curious enough and brave enough.”

Shandy looked at Frank. “Um, I do hope you’re willing to pounce me the right way. That wasn’t easy for me to move to, but it was worth it.” She licked her lips at the memory.

“The right way?”

“Males can move to thrust more easily, so you should be on top. You even last a little longer than Rawren. Just the right amount of time. That was wonderful.”

“Ooooh, doggy style. Er… Kitty style? Hon, after that, just shake your rear at me and you’ll have my attention in an instant.”

“I hope we don’t tire you two out before we start to be satisfied and calm down over time,” Shandy said, fretting.

“Maybe we’ll tire you out instead,” Lucy claimed with a grin. Then she glanced at her poor, soft husband and wilted a little. “Well, that is… as much as Frank can. He does have great fingers and tongue though,” she added helpfully.

“Hmmm… We’re magical creatures. We might have something we can do to help him perform more like us,” Rawren said as he finished his own quick and less-thorough grooming.

“Oh, do you think we should?” Shandy asked, perking.

Rawren stood and walked toward the door, then strrrreeeetched his front half along the floor and he rear end up high to show off his balls. “The nice feelings you said you had, and with feline stamina, so dozens of times a day for both of you?”

“Yup. Definitely should.” Shandy started kneading at the carpet and purring. “Fly safely and come back soon. Check in frequently over the ether.”

Lucy started to head over to get the door for the feline but he lifted a paw and showed that he was a smart cat, easily pressing the handle down and pulling it open. “I will, we shouldn’t be long.” And then he was off.

“Woooow…” Cory said, his eyes wide. “My mom would kick your ass if she knew you were telling me this.”

“Hah!” the old man exclaimed. “You turned eighteen last week and you’re at least smart enough not to knock up a girl. Don’t think I don’t know how your hormones are raging. You should be educated, not tucked away. And don’t think your mom doesn’t know about your porn sites. I didn’t raise an idiot for a daughter.”

“She knows about them?! How did you know?” he squeaked worriedly.

“I didn’t. I just guessed. You told me,” Grandpa Frank said with a sly grin.

“Oh,” Cory said in a small voice, swallowing loudly and fidgeting. “Sooo… did they?”

“Did they what?”

“Did they make it so you could fuck as much as a cat does?”

“Well, of course they did!” he said matter of factly, a touch of indignation in in voice. “Not only made them happier, but made me the life of the swinging group. I even had to tone it down there so the other guys wouldn’t get jealous.”

“So what did they do?” Cory asked, wide-eyed.

“Aww, you don’t want to hear that part. It’s bi,” Frank told him. “I figured that I’d just skip to saying ‘the end’ here so you wouldn’t have to deal with that. Kind of like if I told you and it was a book, somebody could just skip the rest of it now if they didn’t like it.”

“By who? Or by what? Or… buy? Like at the store?”

“Cheese and brandy, bisexual, lad.” He got an angry look on his face as his grandson continued to stare at him blankly. “Christ, what do they teach kids these days? If a guy does a girl, it’s straight, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, this part is balls-touching, butt-humping gay in it. But I like girls, so I can’t be gay, because gay guys don’t like girls. So it’s not heterosexual, or homosexual, it’s bisexual.”

“Doing guys and girls. Okay.”

“Look it up on yer porn sites when you get home. If ya like it, have a good fap over it. But use a kleenex. Your computer chair will thank you for it.”

“Oh… yeah…” He made a face. “Already saw gay stuff. Looks okay. Cock in a hole is all good.”

“Now do you want to hear the rest or not?”

“Gay gramps? Sure!”

“Bi!” he snapped, then muttered under his breath, “Disrespectful little twatnugget.”

“But you still let me come over.”

“You’re my grandson, and a good kid. Who knows, maybe you’ll even get to meet the winged cats some day. Now, if this gets to be too much for you, just tell me and we’ll pretend you skipped to the end.”

“‘Kay!”

The three younglings were alert, aware, and curious, but cautious. They knew that they’d been told many, many times to avoid things made by humans and avoid humans especially. To have their father bring them to a big, obviously-human place was very much outside the norm. They trusted their father though and fought back the conflicting feelings.

“They’ve arrived outside,” Shandy told the two. “I really don’t know for sure how to introduce them to humans. It’s obvious you don’t have magic, so you’re exactly what we’ve always told them to avoid.” She thought about it for a moment. “This may seem strange to you, but I think it’ll work. Stand across the room over here with me, so they can see you standing when they come in, then after they’re in, lay down on your sides with your heads toward me. Even though we’re magical creatures, we still fully understand submissive postures. It’ll show that you’re not dangerous and let them examine you, and then when they can handle it, you can get up again and be friends.”

“We can do that,” Lucy agreed for both of them. “It sounds confusing for them. They’re twenty years old, right?”

“Yes. Magical creatures have a lot of different things about them. We winged cats grow to full physical maturity at a normal rate, so about two to three years. Normal mental maturity in ten or so, and magical mastery in about 35 to 40 years. But enough magic around now that the parents can’t hold back the mating drive anymore so all two decades of it come back at once until they know enough to control it themselves. Some instincts like that are strong enough to override the mind. We also always warn them that non-magical humans are very dangerous, so this is… well, this is very unusual.”

She padded to the other side of the room with them and nuzzled each waist thankfully. “Rawren and I will talk to you while we’re talking to them so you can hear it too. They are all about a year apart in age. The black male is oldest, then the spotted male, then the female.”

“Do they have names?”

“Most magical creatures haven’t taken human-style names since your sixteenth century, when there were nearly no people left who needed to use them. They’re not for talking to us, anyway. They’re just for you to tell each other.”

“That doesn’t make sense. If you had Joe, Frank, and Larry, and you wanted Frank to do something just by talking to him, how would the three know who to do it?”

“If they’re like us, you just think about who. Identity is more than a name.”

“Reading our minds?” Lucy asked, her eyes getting big.

“You project your intent. Magical creatures can pick up on it. So not reading your mind like going in and getting. You’re putting the information out. We can show you later.”

“This is a door handle, and you can see, there is no round thing on the edge, so the door opens in,” Rawren was saying outside. “Push down on this, then push on the whole thing.”

The door swung open and the patriarch of the family led the three cubs in. They were cubs in name only, really. The female was as big as Shandy and the two males were larger than Rawren, making them the largest of the cats, with the spotted one pulling in a little extra body size.

Three pairs of eyes swung around the room, taking everything in. The female noticed the two humans at the other side beside their mother first. She gave a worried yowl ending in a little hiss, which drew the others’ attention. The two males were immediately on guard, their ears laid back and their hackles ruffled. They spread their wings some, trying to look bigger and more scary.

“Lay down, please,” Shandy told them softly. “They’re worried about me.”

Frank and Lucy both dropped down quickly, laying with their heads toward Shandy.

“Curl your arms by your chest,” the winged cat said. “Like you’re kittens giving up.”

They both did so and Rawren reassured the three fledges as he padded over and nuzzled Frank’s belly, then licked the man’s shoulder and rubbed his cheek against it.

Rawren moved to do the same to Lucy while Shandy licked Frank’s cheek, and Rawren said, “See? We worked really hard to find some rare, nice humans for you to meet. You should know what normal humans look like and smell like. These two humans are safe, and nice, and fun, and they’ll even help you feel better.”

“They had a bad encounter with humans twice before,” Shandy told them as the three watched warily, trying to decide what was going on. She finally walked behind Frank and put one paw on his hip and the other on his chest as she dropped to her belly, as if holding him down.

The black male padded halfway toward them first and Rawren went to escort him the rest of the way so he wouldn’t feel alone. He was more willing to approach Frank’s toes since it was farthest away from the dangerous head end and the man was being held down by Shandy. Some open-mouthed sniffing ensued, then he continued smelling up the back of a bare leg until he buried his nose against the man’s ass for a short time.

“Doing okay over there?” Lucy asked, unable to see what was happening.

“Tickly and fine,” Frank assured her. “Are you doing okay?”

The black cat’s head shot up in surprise and Lucy nodded a little. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I was asking the black cat,” Frank murmured, “but I’m glad you’re okay too.”

The black feline made a pruff sound, intrigued that he’d been addressed. Shandy was telling the truth that just thinking of who they were talking to made the attention apparent. He was much more relaxed as he gave Shandy’s shoulder a lick and then continued snuffling up Frank’s chest. He finally gave the man’s cheek a lick and moved on to start sniffing at Lucy’s face and then down her body.

The spotted male decided to be brave now and the lynx-like female tailed just behind him. He headed to Frank since the man was both held down and not being checked by his sibling. This cat also craned his neck to sniff the man’s rear, but he was more insistent at the scent-gathering, burrowing his nose and trying to get it between the legs a little. Then he stopped.

“He smells like me because he mounted me,” Shandy told the fledge. “He’s a male, not a female, but he’s human, so there are some things the same. Things different from us too.”

The black one sniffed Lucy’s rump curiously and his silent question received a similar answer.

“Yes, he mounted her too. We had a lot of fun. That’s part of why we wanted to bring you here. These two humans are happy to have fun with us, and willing to have fun with you too, so you can finally get some mounting in. You’ll feel a lot better when you take the edge off some of your bodies’ needs.”

All three of them perked, though the males were more interested.

“You need to vocalize,” Shandy told them. “The humans can’t hear the ether, so you need to use your meows and moves until you learn how to project. But no, they can’t have cubs from you. Or give you cubs. Just good feelings and satisfaction.”

There was a moment of consideration, then the spotted one chirrupped.

Rawren chuffed with amusement. “Much better than just licking yourself,” he assured them. “Licking feels good. A friend is sharing and satisfying.” He glanced at the female. “A mate is like a friend but with cubs and together for a longer time to help the cubs. Very important that your mates are good for you and you for them. These two humans are friends. So treat them nicely and they will treat you nicely.”

The lynxish female rubbed her cheek against Frank’s knee and the two males gave up on their wariness, following her lead and marking the two humans with their cheeks and giving happy little licks. They started chirping and trilling.

“Well, when they feel ready and comfortable with you,” Rawren said. “They are allowed to say no just like the others at the clan said no. Though the clan said no because it would make cubs and that would be bad. So you be nice and ask and encourage, but be good. If you get too pushy, they won’t swat you, but they will say no more” He turned his attention to the humans. “They wanted to know when they can mount with you.”

“If they were human, it’d be longer, but we trust you more,” Lucy said cheerily. “I’m up for it any time. What’s up with your cocks though? I’ve seen cats, and yours didn’t feel at all like a cat looked.”

“We’re not cats,” Rawren pointed out as the two younger males were instantly interested in Lucy.

Shandy took her paws off Frank and added, “I think somebody told me that some mages figured out that since we’re magical, we developed away from cats and more toward enjoying it. Not driven by instinct and need to have kittens. The boys are asking if now is a good any time.”

“Do they understand English? It seems like they’re understanding us,” Lucy observed, lifting herself up on her arm as the males nuzzled her curiously.

“We all understand communication,” Rawren told her. “There’s a meaning to everything you say and meaning holds power. Since we’re magical, we can understand that power, and so we understand the meaning.”

The female nuzzled Frank and mewed softly.

“She’s interested in you, too,” Shandy told him.

Frank wilted. “I’d love to help, but it’s still gonna be a while before I’m ready. Unless you’re really able to give me cat-like stamina.”

Rawren twitched his whiskers. “Yes, we can do that. I know it would make the two females a lot happier.”

“Oh!” Lucy exclaimed. “I’ve got it! Some Eastern cultures say that when you get the essence of the creature, you get their abilities. But they do silly stuff like grinding up horns and teeth and it really doesn’t work. Obviously it’s supposed to be semen, fresh from the source. That explains why it never works for them.”

She nodded decisively at her decree. “It makes perfect sense. It works really well too since there are two males and only one of me. Don’t want one to be left out. So, Frank, you let one do you too and they’ll both be happy. I’ll even get to watch, which’ll be spiffy. It’s the perfect way to do this, and then when you’ve got cat stamina, the girls will be happy too.”

“Well, you don’t actually need…” Rawren started to say, but Lucy interrupted him.

“You two will be much happier if you both get to mount and don’t have to wait, right?”

Both younger males purrowled and rubbed against her in agreement. Then the black one meowled.

“Yes, some human males let other males mount them,” Shandy told him. “You know we do that too, just not as often. Usually only when two males are around each other a lot and there are no females or other options for a long time.”

“You can even take turns between us, so you get to do both each,” Lucy said.

Rawren answered another question from the black one. “Both feel different, and both feel very good. Well, I don’t know about this human male specifically, I’ve only mounted the female. I mean in general. Females have the same hole males have, and some don’t mind if you go there instead of mounting the right hole. Some females like it too,” he said, glancing sidelong at Shandy. “But male gryphons and gryph-halves can only take a little bit like that being mounted because of how our bodies work. One time usually, rarely twice in a day.”

He glanced at Frank curiously. “How many times can a human male be pounced?”

“Oh, I put his ass behind a hole at a big party we went to and everybody unloaded in him,” Lucy exclaimed merrily. “He lost a bet with me, so he got to be in the box. It was so funny! The two girls in the box before him got fingered a little, but all the guys were leery of doing a puss when they didn’t know who. But the moment there was a puckered ass there and no kids to be stuck by…” Her eyes lit up. “They pretty much got in line to have a go. They didn’t even know it was Frank! Would have been more fun if he wasn’t in a box so I could see them grab his hips and…”

She let out a dreamy sigh and blinked a few times. “Anyway, yeah. Like seventeen guys and twenty times.”

Frank pursed his lips at the story and shook his head with a grin, getting up onto his own elbow. “You’re really looking forward to seeing them do me, aren’t you?”

“Heck yeah,” Lucy agreed. She rolled over and snagged a throw pillow from the nearby couch. “Just put this under your hips and spread your legs wide so they have room. They have an easier time when you’re lower and that way you won’t get sore knees.”

“How did you know that?” Rawren asked curiously.

“You seemed a little off-balance until I bent my knees more and got lower,” she said. “Cats do it low too. Hunched over and all. Never saw them grip the girl’s waist like you grabbed mine though.”

“Winged cat thing,” Rawren said. “The holding. Our wings are over our necks when they’re folded so we can’t bite scruffs. Holding is important to a lot of males.”

“True,” Frank quipped, displacing the young female a little as he turned around. “My knees’ll be okay for a while and you’ll be able to see better without their legs in the way.” He gave his knees some extra help by putting the pillow under them before getting down onto his elbows and tilting his rump up as high as he could.

“You know, I have a great idea,” Lucy said as she leaned over and rubbed her husband’s ass. “I know it’ll mean that you don’t both get to enjoy at the same time, but I want to see who should go first with me. So you two take turns mounting him, and do your best. If you think you want to try to do better, just do it again after your brother, and when you’re happy with what you did, I’ll decide who mounts me first.”

Both the young males had tails whipping side to side as the sight and idea of finally getting to mount somebody for the first time in their lives was really exciting. Wings rustled and even both females were curious.

“Don’t want anybody to try this dry though,” Lucy said. “Might need some spit sometimes. You guys lick, right? Awww, here…” She got onto her knees and reached between her legs to rub herself. The thought of this and the five big felines filling the room had her literally dripping, so it wasn’t difficult at all to get a nice bit of Lucy-good onto her hand to rub over his ass before pushing a finger in briefly for good measure.

Cory squeaked at this point in the story and his grandfather paused and just stared at him, daring him to say anything. He clamped his mouth shut, so the old man continued.

“Female cats aren’t too wet either, so males keep things slick and moist in our sheaths,” Rawren assured her.

“You go first,” she told the black one, causing him to rustle his wings. “You’ve been waiting a year longer, right?”

He perked and chuffed at her approvingly, then walked up behind the human. Lucy was happy to see several inches of pink flesh already exposed from a stark black feline sheath and she stayed on her knees and sat back on her heels.

The black cat looked over the offered rear end and sniffed at it, chuffing more. He was very happy about this whole thing. He put a paw on Frank’s lower back, then kind of scooted forward. But he realized the paw there wouldn’t work, and so tried sitting instead. That wouldn’t work either. FInally he admitted defeat and looked over his shoulder plaintively at his father. Instinctual drive was decades in the past for him. Now his intelligent mind made him as unsure as any teen.

“What’s wrong?” Lucy asked worriedly.

“He doesn’t know what to do,” Rawren said with a comforting purr for his son.

“Well, then you show him. At least how to start.”

“I don’t get to finish?” Rawren asked wryly.

“If you want to finish just once, go ahead,” Lucy said. “But I figured you don’t need to show off like these two do, so you can mount me while they show off to me on him. But if you finish in him, not gonna let you mount me because I don’t want to wait. So up to you.”

“Oh… well, when you put it that way,” Rawren said, moving over and nosing his son out of the way. “Hold onto the waist like this and hunch over. Most of your weight on your hind paws and a little weight from your chest on the rump. There, watch from behind like she is.”

Lucy was obviously quite amused that the father cat was showing the younger cat how to properly fuck her husband, but she folded her arms and got down a little lower to see past his balls as he explained how to find the right spot. Rawren showed off what it looked like and what to do if it was too high, and too low, and then the right angle when it ended up lodged. He slid in just up to the start of the first bulge in his shaft, then looked obviously torn. But he nodded to the black feline and pulled out, liking the promise of many mountings better.

The black cat made use of the directions well, his massive paws getting a good grip on Frank’s hips. He got his groin into position and Lucy licked her lips as his slick shaft poked about. Two misses low, then he found the right spot, and…

“FRANK! What are you doing in there?”

“We’re just chatting, Lucille,” Frank called to her.

“Well stop,” she said. “It’s late and the poor lad needs to be able to do his own thing. Like sleep. This is no way to treat guests. You have to go to the store early in the morning too.”

Frank sighed and shook his head. “Eh, guess she’s right. Guests deserve a chance to not deal with stories.”

Cory was ready to spit nails at the interruption. He had a serious boner hidden under the blanket that had been raging since the part about the female cat licking and hadn’t gone down in the slightest with the bi part.

“Damn. I was hoping to hear what that was like,” Cory muttered.

Grandpa Frank snorted. “Some people would get excited if you wanted to find out directly, not just hear.”

“Heh. Horny guys.”

“What about horny winged cats?” the old man asked, dare-like.

“Yeah, I’d let a winged cat do me,” Cory said with bravado.

Frank snorted again and then grinned as he stood and walked to the doorway. “A winged cat hiding in the room would love to hear that and take you up on it. Show off your ass to one who knows you’re willing and you’d find out in a quick grab and thrust.”

Cory laughed softly as the old man left. Winged cat hiding in the room? Where would it hide? Unless… Oh, they turned invisible, right? He waited a short time before reaching to the nightstand to turn off the lamp, then stared at the open doorframe until his eyes adjusted.

Perfect, just the little night light. The master bedroom was on the other side of the house, past the kitchen and living room and den and two other guest rooms. He knew they wouldn’t hear him and he’d get the lights as a good bit or warning if they headed that way.

His first thought was to sneak into the stash of Hustler magazines that he found a few years ago. On further consideration, he realized he was already quite okay just thinking about the story he’d just been told instead. So with a grin, he grabbed some tissues from the box on the headboard and shucked his boxers, then pushed the covers down.

Thoughts wandered as his fingers curled around his needful shaft and he got distracted before he could start a good, quick rub out. What if there really was a winged cat in the room who would hump him? Of course it couldn’t really be true, but it was fun to imagine.

Flipping onto his belly, he pulled his knees up and lifted his rump, wagging it at the darkness. “Any invisible winged cats want to have fun?” he murmured teasingly.

Then he froze as a soft voice to his right and at the level of the bed replied, “If you really mean it, I’d love to.”

He glanced furtively over at the edge of the bed and saw a big chin resting on it. Feline ears perked and the cat was trying to look as non-threatening as he could. In the dim light, brown, folded wings were readily apparent on the spotted feline.

“You… you’re real?” The poor young man wasn’t sure whether to be thrilled, or frightened, or just have his brain melt.

“Real as you are. Your grandfather says good things about you, and you seem to always like his stories. You really liked this one.” He pulled his chin off the bed and just peeked over the edge. “If I scare you, I’ll go away. But if you really want me to mount you, I’d love to. It’s been a really long time since Frank and Lucy let me, and years since I’ve done any at all.”

“Are you the same one in the story?”

“I am,” he said, lifting his head to set his chin on the bed again. “There were three of us, and two of us left a few decades ago. But now there’s a full clan here.”

Cory reached out tentatively toward the kitty and was met mid-reach by a gentle lick. Wow. “I’ve… Um… I’ve never done anything like this before,” he said. “I mean… all the things. Met a winged cat, or had sex with anybody else, or stuck anything in… ummm… so I don’t know if I can… does it hurt?”

“I want you to enjoy it,” the feline assured him, “so I will be very gentle and nice.”

“Why? Why do you want me to enjoy it?”

“If you like it, you might want me to do it again,” the cat pointed out with a smirk. He twisted an ear back. “Hopefully you’ll forgive the fact that after all these years, I don’t know how humans court or any of that… what did he call it? Foreplay?” He sighed fretfully.

“It’s okay,” Cory told him. “I… I guess I’m game.” He was trying to act chill but he was trembling with excitement.

The cat climbed up onto the bed beside him and for the first time he realized just how big the feline was. If he saw this big a cat without wings, he’d probably be cat food soon.

“You’re huge,” the human said, wide-eyed, an instinctual force freezing him in place.

“Not scary, I hope,” the feline replied, nuzzling his shoulder and giving it a lick.

“A little, at first,” Cory admitted. “I’m okay though.”

“Good. I don’t want to scare you. I want to share a fun time with you.” He started to purr as he licked down the boy’s back and that helped hugely. Soon there was no lore back to lick and the next one went between cheeks, instantly getting Cory’s attention and making him groan.

“Hmmmrrrrrrr… That seems to get your attention,” the cat said, padding around behind him and getting to work with the tongue a lot more. Licks from balls to back caused sounds that started with a groan, passed through a stifled squeak, and ended with a whoosh of breath.

“That sounds so cute!” the kitty trilled. “I’d better stop before you pass out from breathing funny,” he teased, patting the bare lower back. Then he padded with his hind feet and got his haunches into closer position, slipping a forepaw around Cory’s waist. “Ready for more?”

“Mm hmm,” Cory answered, shivering in anticipation and unsure of what to think of this all. It was so new, and he wanted to have fun. He never thought his first time would be with a winged cat and with a guy at that, but hey, why not?

He felt the cat get a better grip with the one paw, then use the second as well to hold his other hip. It was a warm feeling before pressure at his hole, and it did feel kinda good. It was a little off-setting though too, a new concept for his body and mind both. It took him a moment to realize the feline cock was not even pushing in yet, just rubbing against him outside, and he did like it decently.

Then the pressure got firmer and it was difficult to put his finger on the combination of sensations. Something about it felt good, definitely, but some was also weird and there was a twinge of ow as well that made him suck his breath in through his teeth and tense up.

“Are you okay?” the cat asked softly, licking his neck and pausing in the invasive push.

Cory took a moment to speak because the twinge faded and he was soon able to truthfully answer, “Yes, just such a different thing.”

He clenched and almost squeezed the cat out in reaction, then tried to relax as the feline pushed again and enjoy the feeling. It was so mixed though. Some good, no pain now, but full-feeling, like he had to use the restroom despite the fact he’d done so very recently.

It was very interesting to feel the sensations at depth and the increasing stretch of his pucker as the warm flesh slid in. It left him breathing rapidly and for the life of him he wasn’t sure if it was because it was good or what.

“My first bulge is in,” the cat purred. “This feels so good, thank you so much for this.” He pulled out and started pressing in again, this time not stopping until his second, slightly-larger bulge was buried deep inside the young man and his sheath was pressed against a tight hole.

“Mmmf, feels so very good I’m definitely going to give my seed to you quickly,” the cat said huskily, his belly tensing against the human’s back as he began to thrust slowly but with growing speed. “Cory, you feel so wonderful, I really hope you enjoy this.”

The young man just let out a soft mmf and squirmed against the feline’s belly, clenching on the kitty as he pressed in repeatedly. He put a hand on the big paw that held his hip and his fingers curled in between the toes as the feline affectionately pressed a whiskered nose against the crook of his neck and let out a low growl of pleasure. A last sudden push into his depths and he could feel the cat’s balls pulling up along his own and the small twitches inside him.

“Oooh, thank you so much,” the cat purred to him, panting and holding him warmly. He very carefully slid a paw up to Cory’s chest and lifted his body, holding the human tightly against himself to lift him as well. “My mate would like to help you enjoy this too. I know I was fast, if you are okay, I will do much more for you. Many many times for us to enjoy.”

Cory fidgeted, unsure. “Oh, it’s okay I…” then part registered on his mind as he felt the bed moving from a second large amount of weight. “Your mate?” He glanced down and barely made out the shadow of a black maw suddenly engulfing his flesh and giving it a suckle.

Now THIS he very, very much enjoyed. It wasn’t there for long though. She was just making sure he was rock-hard before she turned carefully, avoiding hitting him with her wing, and pressed her rear up against him.

The male behind him relaxed and slipped out, then gently let him loose so he could move. The initial movement was forward, since Gravity Happens, and the black-furred female had a good sense of aim, as his spit-slickened tip found a very warm, tight place and led the charge into delightful depths.

With absolutely zero prior experience beyond his hand, he froze in surprise as the happy feelings nearly overwhelmed him, reaching around the black furred feline and clinging to her desperately, almost afraid to move as he was pretty sure he was going to make the male look like a stamina king. He started to very gingerly pull out, thinking of baseball, math, Gramma Lucy… anything to take the edge away. Damn. Of course his mind went to the story of Gramma Lucy and that didn’t help either.

It was all over as soon as the male helpfully gave a lick to his ass for a quick cleanup. Cory’s breath caught in his throat and he knew from the feel that it was all over, so with a fukkitol decision, his belly tensed and he buried himself balls deep to enjoy the wash of orgasm through his loins. It was hard to tell how long it lasted (even though it was only really a few handfuls of seconds) before he relaxed and began to pant softly.

“Wow…”

“Fun?” the female asked with a small purr-trill.

“Yeah,” he admitted, realizing her wings were starting to relax down across his back.

The male gave him another lick on the pucker, which made him yelp in pleased surprise, then murmured, “Say the word and I give you the magic to do that again and again, like we cats do. You in her, me in you, all three of us so happy.”

“I…” Cory said, wilting. Then he couldn’t finish.

“You didn’t like me mounting you as much as you thought you might,” the male said sagely, sounding a little sad. “It’s okay. Your grandfather didn’t enjoy it either, he just did it for Lucy because she loved him doing it. That was how he felt with all the guys he took. We knew him for almost a decade before he finally admitted it to Lucy. They had a bit of an argument and almost left each other, but she decided in the end that it was okay. Then they stopped having time with us and with their human friends, and had time just with each other instead. Your mother never met us, by the way.”

“I’m sorry,” Cory said softly, feeling bad about the situation.

“Don’t be sorry for who you are or how you feel,” the feline told him and the female purred softly. “When did you figure out you didn’t like it?”

“I guess… honestly pretty quick. It just felt full and uncomfortable. There were good feelings with it too, but the rest just felt meh and made it not fun.”

“You could have told me to stop.”

Cory sighed as the female gently pulled away from him and scooted over, flopping on her side and reaching up to grab him with both paws, pulling him down in front of her. His sigh turned into giggles as she licked his face gently and snugged him, folding a wing over him protectively. “I didn’t want you to be angry at me,” he said.

“Are you sure? Were you afraid I’d do something?”

“Yes. I mean… no… I…” He sighed again and gave the spotted face a weak grin. “I wanted you to be happy. Even though it didn’t feel quite good, the feeling when you came in me and that happy noise you made… it was worth that.” He drew in a deep breath at the memory and smiled. “Well… Once. Worth it once,” he amended, since he wasn’t keen on the idea of doing it again.

“It’s okay. I understand what you mean,” the cat said, purring. “You enjoyed her though? I can still give you go-again-ness, and then you can help her enjoy at least.” He nuzzled under the female’s wing and snuggled up behind Cory.

“Tempting… really tempting… but… I think… no, thank you. I like this girl, named Carol. But I’m always keeping her a little ways away because… well… you saw how fast I came. I guess doing it over and over would help there too, but I’m pretty sure she’d get creeped out because guys just can’t do that. But if you’d let me…” He shied out and shut up.

The female licked his face again. “What?” she prompted him.

“Can I practice making you two happy without actually mounting?”

The male chuffed. “Do you think you can do better than we can by just licking ourselves?”

“Maybe not,” Cory admitted. “I’m a different person though, and maybe I can, who knows? It’s a big difference between your own touch and somebody else’s. Oh, and also…” He shifted a bit, spread his legs, and stretched his arms to reach.

“Also wha…?” the female asked, but it was interrupted as his fingers found their spot between her legs. “Aaaaaaaaaahhh… ooooo…” she said, letting out an explosive purr.

“What?” the male asked, suddenly curious. His response to fingers curling around his balls was more a chirp of surprise, but he quickly melted and started rocking his hips as the human massaged his balls and sheath and enticed his shaft out. Then his hip-rocking paused as Cory shifted and his flesh was engulfed in smooth warmth. “I didn’t just accidentally mount you again did I?” he asked worriedly.

“Between my thighs, not in the hole,” Cory said with a smirk. “Also, I have fingers, and that is supposedly a good thing.” His mind was battling a little to tell him that the idea and the good parts were worth it even with the discomfort, but that was just horny excitement.

“That feels surprisingly good,” the male admitted, trying to give a little bit of a thrust as his mate was mewling softly under the attention of human digits. “Can’t really enjoy it as much laying down.”

“Let’s do this, then,” Cory said, eliciting a small whine from the female as he pulled away from both of them. He tugged her to lay on her belly and he laid over her back. His flaccid cock was in the right place, but not much use, but she chirped happily as his hand slid beneath her past her belly and curled up to play with her again. “Now you can get behind me. As long as you don’t aim too high, you’ll slide between my thighs,” he told the male.

The situation was obviously to the male cat’s liking as he found the space at the apex of Cory’s legs and started to enjoy it. Not quite as tight, but felt nice all the same, and was quite good enough to get him to make a pleased mess on the back of the human’s balls and then keep going.

With the female trying her best not to sink claws into the bed beneath her and the male enjoying his sixth go now, Cory couldn’t help but finally get hard again himself. The female feline obviously enjoyed it when he replaced his fingers with his rigid shaft, and he was very happy to find he had more staying power. He didn’t even complain when his shifting hips nudged the male too high behind him and the next thrust push past his pucker. Once? Fine, twice, for them, and because he really enjoyed being in the female, and he did want the three of them to all be happy.

The male didn’t know what caused the tighter sensation at first but very much enjoyed it, his thrusts reinvigorated. Then when he finally put the cause together in his mind, he paused. “Ooo, sorry, too high, I’m so…”

“Don’t be sorry for enjoying,” Cory said huskily. “One more for old time’s sake, go ahead and cum in me.” With the edge off and the scene itself, he could get past the unpleasant part of the physical sensation through his sheer horniness.

“Old…? It’s not been that long,” the male said worriedly.

“Shut up and fuck me,” the young man answered affectionately.

And so the cat did. That was the last of their fun for the night, the cum of two cocks kept deep inside after a lot of it had dripped down the back of human balls onto the sheet. Cory even outlasted the cat this time, making the female very happy as a result before they gently disengaged, got a few licks in to clean up, and snuggled together to sleep.

Cory blinked as he woke, then took stock of his situation. “Wow… what a dream,” he murmured, rolling over. He made a face. “Wet dream. Crap.” The next few minutes involved some tissues in an effort to clean the gooey spot.

It seemed so real. But no sign of the cats here.

He washed up and got dressed, then headed out toward the kitchen, finding Grandpa Frank carrying in several bags of groceries. “Morning Grandpa Frank. I had a hell of a dream last night.”

“Morning, sleepyhead,” the old man said, waving. “The local clan decided…” He paused when he noticed his grandson’s open-mouthed stare of shock at the door where a tabby-striped winged cat had pushed the door open and was walking in with two paper bags of groceries balanced on his back and held carefully between his wings. “Huh. To let you see them. As you can see.”

“Hi Cory,” the cat called cheerily as he padded over and let Frank pick the grocery bags off his back.

The marbled winged cat that followed was bigger and also had two bags on her back, but also a plastic bag that she carried in her mouth. Not that it mattered when the communication was by magic. “Morning, Cory,” she said before she arrived in the kitchen and set the bag down, then also had the two taken off her back.

“See…? Huh…” Cory said, his hand going instinctively to his bottom.

“Hi Cory! Nice to finally be able to say something to you.” A male black cat walked in with a last bag of groceries and Lucy tailing behind with a bag as well. “It was fun to see you so many times as you grew up.”

A small dark brown kitten with little floofwings was bouncing after Lucy like it was following its mother and Cory blinked. “Little one,” he murmured, still trying to come to grips.

“I stayed behind when my younger siblings moved on years ago and started a clan here,” the black male said. “Might not have been the smartest thing to do in this world clime, but this little puffball is my cub. She’s about a month and a half old. After this long here, I figure it’s safe enough to bring a little one into the world.”

“Only because you have me to watch out for her,” Lucile scolded.

Cory got confused. “Your… your brother has spots, right?”

“Yes.”

“He left?”

“Yes.”

“He wasn’t here last night?”

“I’d smell his scent if he were here.”

Cory crossed his arms and continued to try to rectify the situation in his mind. “Do… do I smell like any other winged cats?”

After getting the groceries off his back, he walked over and sniffed at the human. “You smell like all of us here because the house smells like us. You also smell like shower soap. You should rinse better.”

Guess the part the prior night was a dream after all.

“Sorry you don’t get to meet them better, kiddo, but I promised your mom I’d send you heading home before too late,” Grandpa Frank said.

“Yeah,” Cory said, feeling like he was still dreaming.

“No, you’re not dreaming, kiddo. So drive safely. You can visit again next weekend.” He didn’t give Cory a chance to be confused or argue, taking him by the elbow and leading him out to the car past a pair of winged cats lounging in the sun. Then he sent the poor teen off to try to figure out what the heck just happened and whether the world had somehow turned inside out without telling him.

“It always feels weird to be a small part of something big and not know the whole picture,” the spotted male told his brother as they lounged on the roof. “I almost feel bad for letting him think it was a dream. She was right though. He didn’t really like it, but he let me do it a second time because he’s so nice.”

“I do know him pretty well,” the little red dragoness said as she dropped onto the roof after gliding in. “He’s very important to me. Thank you so much for helping.” She huffed and smiled. “I just wanted to say that before I make sure he gets home safely. He’s had a day. Definitely a day.” Then she spread her wings and took off again.

“Do you think he’ll handle it okay?” Frank asked Shandy softly, laying on his back at the edge of the lake.

“You know he has a dragoness watching out for him. They’re powerful.”

“That worries me too. But she swore, not now or in her future would she try to steal him and she would never ever want to hurt him, so I trust her.” He sighed and rubbed the cat’s head, glancing at a crow that landed in the nearby branch. “Every day that passes, I feel Lucy getting older. I start to doubt that I’ll learn magic fast enough to save us both.”

Shandy looked at him worriedly.

“I know… I won’t. I’m scared of the future but even more scared of breaking it. I know I’ll miss her so much when she dies, and it’s damn hard to have to think about that.”

“Then try not to,” Shandy said, her ears wilting. “If I thought about everybody I miss, I’d never get anywhere.” She perked again. “In our world, it can be difficult, but we have to move on, no matter how dark it can seem.”

“You’re starting to sound like me,” the crow said, flapping down to land beside them.

“You’re the one who told me that,” Shandy pointed out.

“True, true,” the bird answered. It cocked an eye at the old man. “She will die, but you will carry your love for her and hers for you on forever. That is the thing that never dies.”

“I suppose… as long as you’re remembered, you’re never truly dead, and this will let me remember her for a very, very long time,” Frank said with a small smile. A tear came to his eye. “Only five more years now. It’s hard to imagine what it will be like without her.”

“Don’t dwell on it,” the crow advised him. “Your mentor will be here soon to teach you and you’ll need all your focus to not blow yourself up. Do you know what name you’ll take when you fade? You promised him you’d think of it by today, and it’s been ten years now.”

“Eh, what does a corvid familiar know anyway?” Frank asked grumpily.

“A lot, really,” Shandy murmured. “Soooo… you didn’t think of one.”

He closed his eyes and huffed. “I did. I thought a lot about how it feels like we’re getting somewhere, but really, for all these places we seem to go, we’re not moving at all. It’s all just in our heads, like we’re imagining stories as we read the words on the page. Yet these stories are so real, and mean so much, even though we’re just running in place on a wheel. That made me think about Al, and his song from the early nineties.”

“Rrrrraaaamble,” the crow cawed.

“Hush, disrespectful bird! After I fade, I’ll become Harvey, since I’m really just a wonder hamster. I don’t bite or squeal, I just run around on this hamster wheel, living out a life that others would think to be nothing more than a story, going nowhere all the while.”

“You’ll be a good Harvey,” the crow said. “Harv! Harv Harv!” it literally cawed that.

“What?!” a new voice asked. “Ah, you’re all here, and I’ll be taking Frank for his lessons now.” This was an even older man who stood over Frank and peered down at him upside down. “So have you decided to tell me you’ll be Harv yet?”

“Harvey,” Frank corrected him, sounding annoyed. “A hamster running on a wheel, making all the motions and getting nowhere.” It wasn’t even new for the aged mage to know things like this, so it didn’t startle him at all anymore.

“Oh. Right. I forgot about that. Huh.” The new old man shrugged and dismissed the thought. “No matter. You’ll go so many places in the long run. Then you’ll not feel like a hamster on a wheel, and you’ll just be Harv.”

“I suppose your name is better?” Frank grumbled.

“Ah ah! Not telling! Not then, not now, not ever. You’ll know it when you need to, and not before.”

The crow cackled and spread its wings. “Learn well.”

The old mage grinned. “Oh, he will. It all ties together in the end.” Then he blinked. “Oh, look! The end!”

“What?” Frank demanded.

“Right here.”

Recommended Next Steps

If you enjoyed the story, you're encouraged to comment below, fave the story, and vote on it.

Click here to send the author a tip

More StoriesNext Story

Support the author on Patreon