The crunching of leaves underfoot, the whistle of the wind through the trees, the chittering and tweeting of the wildlife around them...these were the sounds of the wilderness beyond the walls of their utopia, beautiful yet dangerous.

For the two 8-year-old cubs, the wilderness had become something of their second home; they spent many days wandering, hunting and learning about the outside world. For all of their young lives, the two had only known the solace of their own metropolis-- though, in the grand scheme of what they were learning at their age, perhaps it was smaller than they originally thought-- but as they were getting older, despite still being so young, their eagerness to venture outside the city had become more prominent. Patrols led by the local authorities helped to clear out any dangerous wildlife from around the area, which afforded people the luxury to explore if they want...for young Amino and Abigail, it was a good opportunity to learn more about their work and hunt whatever small creatures they could find.

That day, however, was different.

At first, it had started out simple; the two had left around midday with enough provisions in a thick backpack slung across Amino's back-- between the two of them, Abigail was significantly better at hunting. Perhaps it was due to her tendencies as a Snow Leopard, or maybe it was just because Amino was more of an academic individual compared to her, but in any case, she was the one who wielded the bow and arrows, sleek and ergonomic in their metal design, modernised and made efficient through years of technological advancements. Amino, on the other hand, was the defence of their duo, using a combat feature of his ArmGear that deployed a kinetic shield, to better defend from projectile attacks...and some melee, if they ever got close enough. They had wandered the wilderness for only a handful of hours before they stopped for lunch, but they were barely halfway through their food before they lost their appetite. The reason for that was simple but unfortunate: they were indirectly disturbed.

First, it was the scuffle of leaves-- nothing too crazy, given their usual hunting grounds, so at the time Amino and Abigail had ignored it...however, when they heard the whimpers and occasional grunt, followed by a mixture of laughter and the scraping sounds of claws against dry dirt, they grew concerned; despite their age, the two cubs could recognise what sounds were abnormal or not. They abandoned their little picnic for a moment or two and ventured outwards from the clearing they'd been sitting in, with their weapons-- or in Amino's case, his ArmGear, at the ready. Finding the source of the noise was fairly simple for the two, who had slowly been learning how to track, and they followed the sounds until they reached the source, which lay beyond a set of thick, dense foliage. The two knew better than to burst out into the open and popped a squat, crawling their way across the grass until they reached a nearby tree. There, they could see over the tall grass and plants, and their eyes set on a worrying sight before them.

Sprawled across a clearing similar to their own little picnic before were 3 people, specifically all males. Two of them were broad-shouldered adults, hyenas by the looks of it, clad in tight-fitting garbs made of a mixture of cloth or other materials that had cleanly been through several adjustments and futuristic advancements that made them form-fitting and durable. Amino could easily tell from a distance that they were part of a neighbouring faction; their own city, more like a large village, embraced the nudist lifestyle and revelled in it, but they had already been taught that there were a number of 'bad guys' living in cities around their town that thought their lifestyle abhorrent and depraved. Despite their sleek garbs, however, they were all but half-undressed, and that was for one simple, borderline vulgar reason; the third of them, a petite cheetah with a slender, agile form, was pinned to the ground on his front. From where Amino and Abigail were squatted in the tall foliage, they wouldn't see much of what was going on thanks to the obscuring frame of one of the two adults, but they could at least see the cheetah's spread legs and curling toes, and they could hear his pained whimpers of complaint. For two cubs, who had known nothing but purely consensual sex amongst themselves, seeing someone be violated to the point of not wanting it was...unsettling, to say the least. That wasn't to say that forced encounters didn't happen in their society-- they had, on occasion, seen it happen, but it was incredibly rare.

"This one's nice and tight..." One of the two hyenas grunted, hunched over the cheetah's lithe, distinctly young form. "You think all of 'em are like this?"

"Fuck no," The other snorted. "But this one...oooh, I want to take him back with us..."

At their words, the cheetah started to visibly struggle beneath them. Now that Amino thought about it, he could see even from that distance that the boy's hands weren't even bound, though one could argue that they were easily holding him down just by putting their weight on his back...but it was only when they spoke about taking him with them did he start to truly struggle. Regardless of their initial thoughts about what was going on in front of them, it was clear now that it was non-consensual-- Amino looked at his friend and saw the snow leopard's steely gaze, and he put a hand on her shoulder, making a gesture with his other hand. His quick indicating movements laid out an easy plan, and Abigail followed along with darting eyes, before she nodded; she understood.

They moved slowly through the grass, taking care to only really move when things between the trio were at their loudest; the more sounds around them, the less likely they were to spot the snow leopard and the gryphon making their way through the undergrowth. One way or another, they'd eventually have to expose themselves, but they didn't do so until they were near the trees closest to the assaulting hyenas. Once they were in place, Amino let Abigail take the lead.

The snow leopard launched herself from the bushes with something akin to a warcry, though it was high-pitched and riddled with vocal distortion. The hyenas bolted upright at the noise, but her cry and erratic movements were enough to catch them by surprise-- from the bushes, Amino toyed with his ArmGear and, from behind Abigail, pointed it in their direction. At the edge, near the wrist, a blinding light emanated from the end and blinded one of the hyenas long enough for Abigail to leap into the air, paw first, to clock him in the jaw. He withdrew from the cheetah and was sent tumbling into the dirt, and before the other one could really react, Abigail swung round with a metal-tipped arrow in her hand and jabbed it into his shoulder, piercing the flesh and by extension the cloth-- unlike their own built-in kinetic shields thanks to the advancements of the ArmGear, these clothed hyenas had little to no protection; after all, the woods were meant to be safe...for the most part.

"Fuckin'...!" The first hyena rolled onto his front and clambered to his feet, but Amino swung into action, metaphorically speaking. He dispensed his kinetic shield and moved in front of Abigail just in time for the hyena to swing down with a fist. His hand connected with the shield, but there was no telltale crunch; the hyena had punched hard, but not enough to injure himself. He did, however, yelp from pain and recoil, long enough for the young gryphon to twist his ArmGear to the side and ram the edge of the kinetic shield against the man's knee, causing him to crumple, his balance faltering. Behind Amino, Abigail did a good job of forcing the adult hyena back despite the disparaging difference in strength, using the arrow she had forced into his body as leverage. The second hyena lost his balance as well by extension and fell backwards, and Abigail pushed her young weight onto his body to hold him down, before lifting the arm that her Gear was on. She connected her fist with the hyena's forehead and her ArmGear jettisoned an electric charge straight into this skull.

Amino was finishing up on his side by the time she was done; his own ArmGear was fitted with the exact same setup, though he had to remove his kinetic shield in order to use it. Thankfully, the strike to the Hyena's knee had all but incapacitated him long enough for him to activate the electric charge. In a matter of seconds, maybe even a full minute, both adults were out cold, and they wouldn't wake for quite some time. Amino's gaze raked over their bodies for a moment, lost in thought; were it under any other circumstances, were they any nicer, he might have been interested in their bodies. Even in their unconscious state, their half-nakedness and arousal were obvious, half-hard cocks twitching idly, glistening with spit or other fluids, against the cloth that pressed to their lean stomachs, their legs half bare. 

As his gaze travelled to the cheetah, any kind of interest he had in the hyenas quickly faded at the sight of the quivering feline. He was like them, that much was obvious-- he had an ArmGear on his arm as well, and he lacked any sort of garments, either on his person or scattered around the clearing-- but the quaking of his body and the way he instinctively curled up into a ball was heartbreaking. The boy lifted his arms to cover his face for a moment before suddenly and abruptly loosening up, peeking through the side of his arm to look up at Amino and Abigail, who stared down at him thoughtfully. Neither of them were sure what to say, and it was only when the gryphon extended a hand that the feline started to move, slowly stretching out his limbs.

"Hey. You okay?" Amino tentatively asked. "Those guys..."

"Oh, it's fine," The cheetah's voice sounded shaky, betraying his shock at the situation. "I, uh...things were fine until they said they were going to kidnap me."

"Were they...?" Amino was sceptical, but he didn't question him about it any further. "Can you stand? You're from where we are, right? We'll take you home."

"That...yeah, thanks," He reached out for the gryphon's hand and pulled, lifting himself to his feet with their aid. "I didn't think I'd be helped out by a little kid."

"You're a kid too," Abigail coyly pointed out, and Amino guessed the Cheetah was only a couple of years older than them. "By the way, what do we do with these guys?"

"Leave them," The cheetah turned and kicked the closest hyena. "They're from that weird city with all those strict rules, so they'll probably just go back home with their tails between their legs."

"Won't they tell someone?" Amino suggested, but the older boy merely shook his head.

"They'll be too embarrassed that they lost to the enemy...and probably kids, to boot," He surmised. "Let's go. I don't want to be here any more."

Amino could understand his sentiment. With a gesture to Abigail, the trio moved across the clearing and left the hyenas behind, disappearing into the trees beyond. Since the two 8-year-olds had set up not that far away when they had heard the cheetah's struggle, they adjourned back to their little picnic area and gathered up what they had-- namely the provisions Amino had been carrying-- before they started making their way back towards their city, though it was more of a village. It was pretty clear from the fact that the gryphon and snow leopard had to lead the way that the older boy didn't really have much knowledge about exploring the wilderness beyond their walls; in fact, he was remarkably clueless.

As they walked, Amino questioned him a little bit. He had no doubts that the cheetah was part of their 'tribe', if one could call it that, but he had to wonder what his relation was to those of the outer territories. To begin with, however, the 10-year-old wasn't very talkative; he walked with them and was nimble in making his way around the forest, but he still seemed on edge and spoke very little. Since the journey back to the village was a good 20 minutes or so, however, they had plenty of time to know each other, and over the course of their way back, the boy became a little more receptive. As it turned out, their meeting was purely circumstantial; the cheetah, who did eventually introduce himself as Lonato, was out in the wilderness after a quiet afternoon and ran into the two on the edges of the village. Sensing an opportunity, Lonato had subtly approached them, planning to flee at the first sign of trouble, but had noticed their sexual interest rather quickly, which was surprising to Amino and Abigail, considering what they know of those in the outer villages-- they'd heard a number of rumours about them, that they hated showing themselves off, despised sex and didn't even let cubs participate. Just the thought alone seemed alien to them.

"So, which district are you in?" Abigail asked as they reached the usual gate that Amino and her took to get back into the village, namely on the south side, where the walls were shorter thanks to the tall mountains on that side serving as the majority of their defence. At her words, Lonato spluttered in a way that was strangely out of character, but he did eventually answer her question, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Ah, well...I come from the Sonata Plaza, but..." He trailed off, and they understood. That was arguably the 'nicer' part of town-- though their utopia was fairly balanced, there was a slight skew of influence that even kids at their age could notice...though, largely, what they noticed the most was just how certain kids around their age didn't have to live in the little cleanly-built apartment buildings they did, or held themselves differently because they grew up somewhere else. Lonato was no exception to this, apparently, but his bashful expression and awkward rubbing of his upper arm with his opposite hand made it clear he felt bad about bringing it up. Luckily for him, the two 8-year-olds weren't too bothered by it.

"Oh, okay," Abigail continued on the conversation, unfazed by the revelation. "Hey, are you hungry? We didn't finish lunch...can we stop for a snack or something?"

"I'm hungry too, actually..." Amino complained, rubbing the back of his neck as they passed by the patrolling guards near the southern gate, who recognised the two cubs often enough to let them pass without questioning who their new friend was-- all it took was a quick look at his ArmGear and the lack of clothes to confirm his identity anyway. From behind, the cheetah swung his arms around their shoulders and pulled them close with a toothy grin, now fully loosened up around them; Amino might even call him a friend, if he stuck around long enough.

"I know a place near here," He explained, then doubled back on his words. "Well, I know someone who knows it. Never actually been there myself, but I've heard of it."

"Well...lead the way." There's no chance of this place being anything bad, considering the almost crime-free utopia they live in-- even the most horrendous of crimes was extremely rare-- and at his words Lonato unhooked himself from them and bounded across the finely chiselled sandstone, gesturing them to follow him with a hand as he headed off a handful of metres in front of them. Abigail and Amino exchanged a glance before they followed.

True to his word, the trio walked for barely a handful of minutes until they reached the front of what looked to be a small cafe. Its exterior was lined with ornate sandstone bricks and neatly chiselled pillars and archways, but the sleekness of its glass doors and windows was peculiarly modern; like the rest of the large village, its futuristic architecture was blended with Mesopotamian influences. Lonato went inside before Amino or Abigail could question him about the place, and they quickly followed him inside. The door jingled with a little metal bell to signal their arrival, and for a moment the two 8-year-olds stood at the entrance and swept their gaze over the interior. It was like a little diner, of sorts, with a long bar on the right-hand slide with a sleek marble top and thick metal-lined undersides-- dotted around the rest of the room were booths with tall walls between them that afford both privacy and a cosy little alcove to sit and enjoy a drink or food. Each of those booths had an automatic door on them, that opened and closed with a wave of a hand, as fortunately demonstrated by a customer leaving his booth to use the bathroom. Across the tiled, cool floor, the cheetah waved them over to the bar and spoke to a slenderly built maned wolf behind the counter, her budding breasts jiggling as she briskly wrote down their order on her ArmGear.

"You guys want a drink?" Lonato asked them, and Amino and Abigail dispensed with their orders-- just a milkshake for all three of them-- and watched as she tapped their order away into a holographic screen provided by her ArmGear. When she confirmed their order, she turned and cast it behind her to someone they could see through the open gap behind her that revealed the kitchen, and she politely told them to pick a booth to sit in before she turned to start making their drinks. Lonato pulled Amino along and Abigail followed them as they headed into one of the empty, private booths, and slipped into their seats; Lonato took a spot opposite the gryphon, and Abigail slid into a seat beside her friend, closing the door behind them as she went.

"I can pay for today," Lonato insisted as they relaxed in their seats, waving the arm which had his Gear on. "I have enough."

"Well, we appreciate that." Funds weren't an issue for Amino and Abigail, but it was nice to have someone pay for their drinks. The cheetah's lips curled into a smirk, and the way he lounged against the seat and lifted his arm to rest it along the back was strangely laid-back. It was hard to believe that he was trembling and shook barely an hour ago.

"You can think of it as me paying you back for your help...though I have other way to pay you back, if you were interested..." The cheetah lidded his gaze a little and Amino cocked his head to the side, his beak twisting into a mixture of amusement and confusion; it didn't take much to understand what Lonato was getting at, but he was admittedly a bit surprised that he was so willing to make sexual remarks, considering how soon it had been since the previous incident. Ultimately, though, Amino didn't really know what to say, and Lonato took his silence as some sort of consent.

With a cheeky smile, the cheetah slowly stretched out in his seat and slid down, spreading his legs beneath the table and sinking in his seat, until he had almost but disappeared beneath it, only his eyes and nose visible. Amino wasn't sure what he was planning initially, but he more or less got the idea when Lonato sunk low enough to vanish beneath the table, and the gryphon soon felt the older boy's hands stroking across his leg. Instinctively, the 8-year-old scooted back in his seat and looked down, watching as the cheetah appeared from between his legs, his gaze lidded and his muzzle stretched into the slyest smile that Amino had ever seen in his young life. It was hard not to vividly notice the proximity of the 10-year-old's head to his crotch, and despite everyone in their society being naked at all times, the mere insinuation of what the cheetah planned to do already had the pre-pubescent cub's body reacting, blood rushing to his loins. Before Lonato's eyes, that small greyish cock swelled just a little, twitching every so often.

"Oh...!" Amino's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't recoil from the cheetah's advances; if anything, he leant into it, apprehensive to begin but eager for his touch. Lonato's gaze flicked from the gryphon to Abigail, watching as she squirmed in her seat, her gaze affixed to what they were doing, before he turned his attention to the steadily growing meat before him. The 8-year-old's cock, humanoid in appearance, rapidly reached full mast just from the sensation of the feline's warm breath, and as it neared a full erection, little bumps formed along the top half of his cock, beneath the edge of the glans. Lonato couldn't help but to enjoy the sight of it, and as his lips drew closer, Amino's breath quickened. Seconds later, the cheetah brushed his muzzle with the gryphon's cock and slid all the way up, sticking out his tongue as he went.

Lonato was clearly something of an expert, or at least had a lot of experience; the way his tongue danced over Amino's cock had the boy shuddering with a mixture of eager anticipation and pleasure, and he couldn't resist reaching out both hands, curling one around the lip of the table in front of him as the other pressed onto Lonato's head, stroking his naturally coloured yellow fur and running his fingers through the tuft on top. Next to them, Abigail squirmed, and a hand delved down towards her inner thigh, tracing inwards to her most intimate spot; she enjoyed the sight of what they were doing, and as she toyed with her entrance and stimulated herself with her fingers, she kept her gaze affixed to Lonato's slowly bobbing head, the cheetah's tongue running from top to bottom and back again, licking every little inch of the gryphon's young cock.

The cheetah explored him for no longer than a handful of moments, running his tongue and lips up and down, before he abruptly lifted himself upwards and moved himself into the small gap between the young gryphon and the table, showing off exactly how easy it was for a feline to fit into such a small gap. He pressed his chest to the boy's own and rose further and further up until his muzzle was mere inches from Amino's own, and to the 8-year-old's surprise, Lonato kissed him; his pressed muzzle to beak and kissed deeply, his hands sliding across to propr himself up by his palms on either side of the cub's body, and behind him his tail swished to and fro. His own cock, humanoid in appearance and bearing similar little bumps due to his species, grazed and prodded against the gryphon's knee and along his inner leg, revealing his own arousal.

With a nudge here and there, Lonato wordlessly got Amino to move with a cheeky smile. The gryphon didn't really understand it at first, but Lonato's hands scooted him to the side and made space for the cheetah to slip out from underneath, pulling himself into the gap between them. It was kind of weird for him to just get under the table and make his way up to their side, but Amino didn't really make a comment on it, and instead sighed when the cheetah's hand slid inwards to his inner thigh and griped at his fur, expressing his interest. The 8-year-old shifted in his seat and sighed quietly, appreciating the touch, but just as he thought Lonato would finally start just stroking him instead of teasing him, the cheetah nudged and got him to move again. Amino felt exasperated, but he obliged, shifting across his seat until the 10-year-old had him standing up.

"What are we doing?" The gryphon did his best not to sound annoyed, and he watched as Lonato made a gesture to Abigail, coaxing her to follow him as he rose from his seat. With a guiding hand, he led the snow leopard past his body and towards the side of the table that had no chairs or walls touching its edges, directly opposite the booth's door. She turned to face him with an expression that Amino found difficult to read, but with a light push from Lonato, she was receptive, lifting herself up onto the booth's table and laying herself down. It was long enough for the entirety of her torso and head to lay flat against its surface, with her legs dangling off the end-- they hung there for a moment before she lifted them up to reveal herself, her cheeks warming from the gaze of two susceptible males staring down at her.

"You first," Lonato made a gesture towards Abigail and slid out of the way so that Amino could approach, his gaze raking over the gryphon's young, slender form. "I want a piece of this instead..."

Amino stiffened when the cheetah's hand grasped his bare cheek, and the way the 10-year-old's fingers dug in to spread his cheek made him nervous, but also clearly indicated what Lonato wanted to do. With a sheepish gulp and a gesture from a smiling Abigail, Amino moved forwards to begin what he had done numerous times before; he leaned over the snow leopard and put his hands on the surface of the table, standing on tiptoes so that he was tall enough to reach her small entrance. His cock sprung to attention and twitched at full mast, at a nearly 45-degree angle, and with a slight shove of his hips, the head of his cock pressed firmly to her entrance, as it had done so many times before. He could already tell she was aroused; her folds were wet and slick as he squirmed up and down, his cock probing and prodding in a way that made her both impatient and aroused at the same time.

A hand on the back of his ass and a light push was all the encouragement-- though it would be more accurate to say force-- Amino needed to penetrate her, and with a grunt the gryphon slipped inside, sinking about halfway into her before the pressure on his behind loosened and retreated, though not completely. Lonato's fingers trailed across the gryphon's 8-year-old cheeks and around to the other side as he settled into position behind him, and with both hands and stroked the boy's hips, moving down to his ass and greeting Amino to the feel of his own arousal. He lined his cock up with the crack of the cub's ass and ground up and down, sighing to himself as Amino sheepishly leant over, both trying to give him a better angle and also relaxing himself a bit more atop Abigail. The snow leopard grabbed onto Amino's shoulders, her legs spread wide and her innards squeezing and gripping around his intruding length; neither of them could betray the feelings their bodies had, though they had no intention of doing so.

Without much warning, the cheetah tugged backwards and dug his thumbs into the crack of Amino's ass, spreading the cheeks by parting his own palms. He angled himself without touching himself until the head of his length smeared and rubbed up and down the gryphon's cheeks, eager for what lay between. Amino honestly hadn't taken much back there previously, but that didn't mean he disliked it; in fact, Lonato's probing was kind of arousing, in a way. When the cheetah inevitably found his mark, he pushed forwards and sighed as the head of his foreskinned member met with the 8-year-old's ring. Amino couldn't help but to tense up, and the way his entrance squeezed in turn made his cock twitch inside Abigail, stimulating her in turn.

"That's it..." Lonato mumbled, and in return Amino huffed, shuddering on the spot as the cock sunk into him. It was strange to be fucked by someone who had the little bumps similar to his own; they didn't do much for him, but they felt strange and odd. Much like when how he feels when penetrating someone, however, the feeling of pleasure is much the same, essentially heightened thanks to those little nubs. The 10-year-old sunk in all the way until his pelvis kissed with Amino's ass, and a tremble rocked through him; he was used to receiving, not giving, so it was an enjoyable experience. He rocked his hips back and forth a little before he loosened his firm grip on those cute cheeks and rose them to his hips, digging his fingers into the soft, bluish-grey fur. He slid back, gently and carefully, stopping at around the halfway mark before he thrust forwards, meeting his hips with Amino's own. The force of his thrust caused the 8-year-old to move forwards, penetrating Abigail beneath him in turn; she let out a sigh of delight and relaxed herself back, her fingers curling tightly around Amino's shoulders and giving them an encouraging squeeze.

"Move yourself back and forth, Amino." Lonato half-commanded, half-pleaded, his hands reflexively squeezing the 8-year-old's flesh and relishing the way his innards clamped down instinctively around that intruding cock, inadvertently pleasuring those little nubs. The beauty of being in such a booth, even in a public cafe, was that they didn't disturb anyone with their lewd antics; the two cubs were sure Lonato was aware of the etiquette in their society, which was presumably why he offered such a sexual 'payment' for their help now as opposed to later or before. Amino couldn't really complain though-- Lonato was a particular nice size, and he couldn't get enough of Abigail's tight pussy either. At the cheetah's command, Amino slid back and sucked in a breath, tensing as he both pulled out of Abigail's warm inner walls and pushed himself back onto the 10-year-old's member at the same time.

Amino groaned, quietly yet loud enough for the two of them to hear, and in turn, Lonato grabbed the cub's hips a little firmer, resisting the urge to roll down into him. Beneath them, Abigail squirmed a little in her seat and lifted her head up to admire the sight of her best friend slowly making his way in and out of her, withdrawing and pushing forwards with a measured pace that focused more on his own pleasure than anything else, but the picturesque image before her was abruptly interrupted by the sliding door behind Lonato and Amino opening up. A waitress for the cafe appeared with a tray in hand bearing their drinks, and she briefly froze at the sight of them visibly having sex. Her gaze trailed down to their bodies before her cheeks grew flushed and she smiled, scooting around them and setting the tray down on an available space on the table, besides Abigail's head. She winked at the snow leopard and retreated, closing the door behind her to get some privacy.

Amino looked a bit embarrassed to be caught, and it had caused him to pause, but Lonato felt no such shame; he tugged at the gryphon's hips and pulled him towards him, meeting his hips to the cub's ass once more. Encouraged by the cheetah's impatience, Amino moved back into the same rhythm as before, his breathing growing heavier; admittedly, he was already getting pretty close, the stimulation from both ends very easily arousing him. Lonato's member was thick enough to prove his prostate with each thrust and that, combined with the delightful feeling of Abigail squeezing his penetrating cock, made him dizzy with pleasure. It was clear as well that the snow leopard was enjoying herself; those little bumps on Amino's cock helped to stimulate her more than him, to the point where she was panting as wildly as he was, and her insides were milking him with a fervent intensity.

Lonato didn't really have much to go on as to whether Amino was going to cum, but thankfully his panting and the occasional grunt that escaped his beak was more than enough for Lonato to recognise he was getting close. At the same time, Lonato could feel his own pleasure rising, though it was probably Abigail who was closer than him; the two of them were noticeably in sync, for sure. In his eagerness to reach his climax, Amino started to move faster and faster, but there was a limit to how much he could speed up, especially considering Lonato's member moved by his own bucking hips. Inevitably, the gryphon's huffs of pleasure turned into light whimpers, and beneath him the snow leopard started to gasp quietly, her fingers clenching around her best friend's shoulders, her toes curling with bliss.

Amino was the first to finish; he sucked in a sharp inhale and plunged down, shuddering as he pressed his balls to her entrance. Inside her, his cock twitched and sprung up and down barely half an inch, and after a handful of moments, a little string of off-white seed spurted from the end of his cock, splattering inside her and painting her innards with his load. In time with his cock's fervent twitching, Amino's inner walls flexed and spasmed around Lonato's member, milking and squeezing his member in a way that had the cheetah sharply grunting, coaxing him into sliding all the way inside the boy. That tight grip alone was enough to bring the 10-year-old to the brink, but it was Abigail who orgasmed before him, her own warm, silky inner walls pressing down around Amino's orgasming cock, her pleasure further heightened by those little nubs that pressed to her flesh.

"Ooooh..." Lonato sighed and plunged forwards, the last to finish; his cock throbbed powerfully inside the 8-year-old's ass, hesitating barely a handful of seconds as it swelled with blood before he climaxed, spurting a decent sized load right into the cub's ass. Whether he came more than Amino didn't really matter; whether it was a little or a lot, the gryphon still felt the heat of that climax regardless, warm yet delightful. The cub's body sang with a chorus of pleasurable, positive feelings, and he lowered his front down against Abigail's body, cuddling up to her front as Lonato leaned forwards to put his hands on the table's surface.

For a moment neither of them said anything and simply quietly panted, basking in the glow of their combined orgasm. It was both achingly wonderful and equally as exhausting, especially for their young bodies-- they were tired and wanted to rest, and their bodies were hot from the physical exertion of their sex. Lonato slowly reached over for his milkshake and brought it to his muzzle, sucking some of it up through a straw and sighing with delight at its cool temperature and refreshing taste.

"Pass me mine." Amino asked, and Lonato grabbed his and put it near Abigail's armpit so he could reach the straw with his beak. He moved the snow leopard's drink as well so she could have hers, and they stay in that position for a little while longer, quietly enjoying their drink and their post-orgasmic bliss.

There was no doubt in their minds that Lonato was becoming a fast friend; hopefully, he'd be a reliable friend in the years to come.