Amino was stirred from his deep slumber to the sound of someone loudly and pointedly pounding on his front door. He didn't even have to pull himself out of sleep completely to know who it was.

With a groan, the young, pubescent Gryphon rolled on his bed and gritted his beak as the pounding on his front door didn't stop. With an exasperated sigh, he sat up on an elbow and looked down at the sleek, form-fitting console that sat across his left forearm, lightweight and slim. He double-tapped the main screen and flicked up, bringing up a holographic screen, where on the left he had a direct look into who was standing outside his door. He didn't even glance across it and instead prodded the large, padlocked button, unlocking the door as he flopped back down onto his bed. It creaked open and the object of the noise barrelled inside, leaving the front door wide open.

"Amino, it's noon already! What are you doing still in bed? You were supposed to meet me at the square an hour ago!" A high-pitched, distinctly feminine voice bounced around the room, raised to signal their anger. Amino grunted and sat up, waving a hand at the screen coming from his arm console, and it dissipated at his movement.

"Sorry, Abby," He muttered. "It was kind of a long night..."

"Did you stay up late again messing around with your ArmGear again?" The girl, a slim snow leopard with a wavy collection of silver hair and bright blue eyes, put her hands on her hips and pursed her muzzle into a thin line, expressing her displeasure. The blue and grey-furred gryphon raised his blue eyes up to her own, briefly casting his gaze down her naked body, before he shook his head and rose, getting up from the bed. The gryphon was naked as well as he staggered across the room, his body still sluggish, heading towards the small kitchenette in the corner.

Abigail was Amino's closest friend and occasional lover in their peculiar world; they'd grown up together ever since they were babies, and when they reached the beginnings of their adolescence, they had been unfortunately split up, their new accommodation in different sections of their sprawling utopian city. That didn't stop the two of them from hanging out often, especially on days where they weren't learning. Around them sat a strange blend of Mesopotamian architecture, intermingled with the minimalistic, futuristic vibes one might expect from architects of the 28th century and beyond-- to them, however, it was home. Even as their tribe had boomed and grown with the technology they had created, they still retained their cultural roots, down to their nudist beliefs.

"Sera," He spoke up, and there was a quiet ding above him as a voice-activated function in the ceiling picked up his tone. "Water, please."

"Yes, Amino." A voice hummed and a slot opened up on the wooden countertop. A cup rose on a little platform until whatever the cup was sitting on fit snugly to the rest of the counter, as if it hadn't opened up at all. Amino took the cup and briefly drank, before he set it down and acknowledged his best friend, who had been waiting patiently.

"I, uh..." He began. "Was browsing the Spider."

"Of course you were," Abigail scoffed at his admittance to scrolling through their sprawling online community and internet. "You always are. Well, are you coming?"

"Why did you call me out to the square today, anyway?" Amino asked as he waved up to the ceiling, and the dim lights that had been shining above to help Amino sleep dimmed into complete darkness, turning off. He made his way to the front door, not picking up anything as he went, and Abigail led him out to the balcony beyond.

"We're going exploring outside the walls." She said it so matter-of-factly that it seemed more like an order than a suggestion, and Amino knew he couldn't really refuse her. For a moment he stood on the balcony outside his room, listening to the door to his apartment hissing shut as his gaze swept across the expensive city beyond. The majority of it was Aztec architecture, with mixtures of futuristic technology intermingled in-- the apartments for the growing adolescence, specifically, sat in neat little rows high up into the mountain regions around the edges of their city, which gave the two cubs a pretty stunning view of the city beyond, from it's occasional tall buildings to the large cultural plazas that dotted around the city, spaced roughly equally apart. Even though they were quite high up, he wasn't afraid, for two the left at the far end of the balcony, past various other doors leading into other apartments, were elevators leading down into the streets below. Abigail was patient only for a few moments before she grabbed the gryphon's scaled arm and pulled him along.

The elevator ride was short, and their journey through the streets even shorter. Amino was lucky to live relatively close to one of their cultural squares, and as they approached they were greeted to an expansive bazaar of sorts, where tribal merchants sold their wares or offered their services. The first thing that met their ears, however, was the gentle and clearly pleasured moans of some of the city's residents. Amino and Abigail were part of a culture that believed in body positivity, in being nude and accepting the call of nature, and all that entails. As such, sex wasn't an uncommon practice, especially in public. Even the merchants, who were hard at work doing their jobs, were sating their needs at their stalls; as Amino and Abigail passed a stall selling jewellery and bangles, they were greeted to the sight of a canine woman bent over the table, her head hanging down low as the stall owner pounded her from behind.

"Ah, mornin' Amino! Abigail!" The owner, a tall and richly purred panther, offered them a wave before he swiftly swung his hand down to spank the ass of the woman he was mating with. She let out a cry and swung her head up, before smiling at them in greeting-- Amino recognised her as another merchant, though he couldn't remember for which stall. Despite it being a big city, everyone knew just about everyone else on some level, even if they weren't close; 'family' was a particularly blurred line in their society, as was their nudity. It was deep-rooted in their culture to be naked and bask in the warmth of nature and the sun around them, and their ArmGear supplied them with a kinetic shield to cushion any harsh impacts, however rare they may be, which made the act of being 

The two pre-teens offered the man a casual wave as most as they walked onward, until they eventually reached roughly the middle of the plaza, with stalls on all sides. Amino's beak twisted into one of confusion as he glanced at Abigail, but he could tell she was getting enthralled in the wares around her. He felt for her; it must have taken a lot of willpower to resist the urge to explore so that she could come wake him up. She was quite the adventurous type and prone to getting distracted easily sometimes, especially when there was something new and exciting. He didn't want her to feel left out, so he nudged her side and made a gesture with his other hand, stretching his wings out behind him-- he was still waking up a bit.

"Why don't we shop for a bit before we head out?" He suggested to her with a smile, and her eyes widened with delight at him as he looked down at his ArmGear. "Sera, what's my balance?"

"Oh, right," Abigail raised her arm in turn, showing that she had an ArmGear as well-- technically speaking, everyone in the city over the age of 6 did. "Sera, how much do I have?"

Their ArmGears chimed in turn with what little digital money they had-- there was no need for actual physical cards or currency, for they lived in a crime-free utopia where everyone's lives were fulfilled and things were efficient. The difference in how much they owned became clear when they compared, the two of them close enough emotionally to share that kind of personal information, and Abigail grimaced at the disparaging difference in their savings; she had roughly half of what Amino did. That was no surprise to the gryphon, because he was the logical type who loved to read, and she was distinctly...material, at least sometimes.

"It's on me." Amino insisted, and Abigail looked pleased with his suggestion, perhaps even wooed. 

He lead her across the plaza towards some of the other stalls, and the main thing to note about them was their structure; they were cleanly built, almost to perfect dimensions, and their surfaces looked glossy from furnishing, despite being made of food. The overhang above them was see-through and almost invisible, but Amino was sure he'd notice it if it rained. The man sold predominantly accessories, though none of them was clothing, in particular-- behind him, however, sat a series of distinctively tribal weapons, ranging from simple swords and daggers to long, arching bows, complete with arrows and quivers. Though they bore ornamental hilts and markings, there was a certain polish and sheen to them that one could expect from an astute craftsman, or at least someone who worked with technology.

"Ah, it's you to...Amino, Abigail," The stall owner, a fairly upright and broadly built canine, straightened himself up and placed his hands to the counter, very happy to show off both his body and his wares. "I remember when you two were this high. Feels like yesterday."

"Zyriel, right?" Amino guessed, and the canine's black-furred face stretched into a grin. He seemed pleased that the gryphon remembered, and Abigail mostly followed Amino's lead. He guessed that she'd forgotten, but he didn't bring it up.

"What can I get for you?"

"How much for this?" Amino had followed Abigail's initial eye-line when they'd approached the stall, and plucked out a small bangle that glittered with a mixed array of blue and silver crystals that just so happened to match the colour of Abigail's eyes and fur, by extension. The snow leopard looked considerably pleased when he picked it out and did her best to hide her eager display, but the man behind the counter very easily noticed.

"Ah, I can't take money from a kid," Zyriel argued with a toothy smile, stepping back from the counter. "But if you can help me out with something behind the stall, I'd be willing to part with it."

"Um, okay!" Amino didn't seem to mind-- better him than Abigail, anyway. He already had an inkling as to what Zyriel wanted, but he went with it anyway, since he didn't really mind it. He rounded the side of the stall at the canine's gesture and slipped in behind the stall, glancing to Abigail before looking up at the man, who shifted on the spot and then pointed down. Sure enough, Amino's hunch was pretty accurate; he wanted a little servicing. Amino was relatively happy to oblige.

He was a little nervous, not because he had to give oral sex to a handsome man, but because his best friend of several years was watching. He couldn't deny that Zyriel had an attractive body for a man, of course; as a canine, he had rich fur, but his subspecies afforded him short fur that felt fuzzy to the touch. Though his muzzle and head were black in colour, that shade turned into more of a creamy, brown coffee-like colour further down, turning lighter around his crotch, where there sat a thick and slowly swelling humanoid member. Amino didn't even have to reach out and simulate it himself to see it grow-- clearly, Zyriel was quite pent-up, and the mere thought of a blowjob alone was enough to stir him.

As the gryphon leant forwards, he felt the canine's hand on his head, stroking around the messy, feathery mop of white-ish hair that turned into something more of a steely blue at the tips, same as his ears. He was guided down leisurely enough, but those curling fingers against the pre-teen's head conveyed a certain degree of urgency, or at least some level of need, so Amino wasted no time in sticking his tongue out and starting to explore. He loosely and quickly ran his tongue from the base towards the tip, watching and feeling it swell under his assault, and above him the canine man groaned and tugged him a little closer, greatly enjoying the attention he took to slicken up the length of the cock. Abby watched them for a while, a little flushed in the cheeks-- she enjoyed the sight, for what it was worth, and due to the nature of their culture, it wasn't considered inappropriate to stare; joining in might even be considered to be encouraged, but she waited; Zyriel asked for Amino specifically, after all.

It didn't take long for Amino to raise his head up towards the tip, opening his beak wide and taking care not to graze or prick the length with the tips of his mouth. The member slid down against his tongue and glided along the length towards the back of his throat, whilst his fairly average-sized, rounded bead met with the man's pelvis. He felt that vivid throbbing against his tongue, signalling the man's enjoyment, and his half-avian features made it fairly easy for his throat to stretch to accommodate that man's intruding cock; it was, after all, how he typically ate. Zyriel greatly appreciated the boy's efforts and, after a moment, slowly slid back and started to thrust.

His movements were easy and filled with passion, something that Amino honestly rather enjoyed; though he was more interested in his best friend, at least sexually, there was something deeply carnal and animalistic in him that enjoyed the way a cock slid in and out of him, whether it was his mouth or his behind. As he dutifully slathered every available inch of the man's brown-ish cock in his mouth, Zyriel looked down at him with a lidded gaze, but his attention was quickly drawn away to a customer who approached in search of a bow. As the stall owner addressed and searched him, he moved and scooted as minimally as possible, occasionally having to lean over the suckling gryphon and inadvertently push him further down on his cock, to the point where his beak pressed a little too firmly against the man's pelvis. On those small occasions where he leant over, Zyriel couldn't resist tugging back and humping his mouth a little more fiercely than before, his shaky groans a clear indication of his pleasure.

Zyriel ultimately didn't take long to finish; shortly after he served the customer that had approached, he turned his attention back to Amino and started to thrust with a greater urgency, cupping both sides of the gryphon's face with his hands as he pumped his hips back and forth, his mouth hanging agape as his tongue lolled out. Each eager pant inferred how close he was getting, and though Amino wanted to speed up to bring him to completion faster, it was clear that Zyriel wanted to go at his own pace. After a little while, however, the canine suddenly and explosively climaxed-- thick spurts of cum shot right into the back of the boy's throat and down into his stomach, globules of seed depositing themselves right into his stomach. Amino scrunched his eyes up and grunted as the man thrust against his beak and huffed, groaning under his breath as he milked his orgasm as much as he could, but he didn't linger there for long, aware that the cub could need some air. He eventually tugged back and withdrew completely, and the gryphon gasped for air and wiped his beak, his expression a mixture of morbid excitement and general indifference.

"Thanks, Amino. I appreciate it," Zyriel panted and leant against the surface of his stall as the gryphon cub rose, revealing his little half-hard cock, stimulated by the oral sex. "I've been too busy lately to get in touch with my usual contacts..."

"It's okay, Zyriel," Amino assured him with a happy smile. "I'm just doing my part."

"Well, all the same," The man leant forwards and gently pushed the bangle Amino had picked out earlier across the surface. "It's yours, as promised. I hope you can swing by again, when you're not too busy..."

"Of course!" Amino was a friendly sort of person, even if he could be a little reserved-- but it was hard to really be shy around a man whose cock he'd just sucked. Taking the bangle from the counter, he turned to Abigail, who sheepishly held out her hand, unable to contain her excitement and glee as Amino slipped it over her wrist and fastened it at the underside. Her tail swished back and forth with her happiness, and with a quick farewell, the two of them left the stall and strode across the plaza. All the while, Abby looked down at and twisted her arm to stare at her new accessory-- Amino didn't want to tease her about how enthralled she was with it; frankly, he was happy that she was ecstatic.

The two of them wasted no more time lingering around the plaza, since Abigail wanted to go into the woods. From the plaza in the southern side of the city, the two cubs headed down a wide and well-built path lined with stone cobbles and marble that lead towards a gaze nestled within the mountains. Though no-one would have been able to see from inside the city, beyond the mountain ranges and through that large set of doors leading out the city was a sea of forestry that had been tapped for resources already, for the most part...but generally speaking, most of the foliage was left untouched, for the local government was conscious about their climate impact. Entry into the wilds beyond was mostly granted, namely because the forests were already mostly tamed, at least for a good couple of miles, and the two cubs didn't plan to go in deep.

Their journey was short and swift, and they wasted no time in making it through the checkpoint and down the main path through the nearby forest, enjoying the scenery. Amino didn't yet realise why Abigail invited him out to go exploring, and was initially chalking it up to her naturally adventurous spirit, but Abigail had a different idea that she simply wasn't letting him in on yet. They walked for a handful of minutes before Abby abruptly stepped off the path and dragged Amino along with her, much to his protest; he had no idea where she was taking him, and even though he trusted her, he didn't necessarily trust that they'd be safe. However, nothing could stop Abigail when she set her mind to something, he knew that all too well. With a relenting sigh, he followed her-- or, rather, allowed himself to be dragged along.

They didn't walk too far from the main path, much to Amino's relief, and their journey led them through a series of trees with sparse footing in between. The forest was impossibly dense, but after a little while it began to throw thin and more spaced out-- after that felt like another handful of minutes, they were suddenly standing at the banks of a brightly glimmering lake, that seemed to stretch and trail off into the distance. Amino couldn't tell if they were simply standing at the end of a river or if the lake was just a weird shape, but it was very clearly long and deep in the centre. What was most surprising is that there was no dock to speak of, nor any boats; was this a small paradise that most didn't know about? Amino was about to ask Abigail, but he paused when he saw the way she was looking at him.

"What do you think?" She asked him, stepping a little closer and relinquishing her grip from his wrist. Amino cast his gaze over the lake, with the sunlight above making its gentle rippling shimmer and sparkle.

"It's beautiful," Amino remarked, turning his gaze back to her. "Is this why you wanted to come out here?"

Abigail nodded and stepped a little closer, and instinctively Amino put his hands on her sides and curled them around to her back, running them up her body and towards her chest. He wordlessly slid his hands inwards and pressed his palms to her budding, young breasts, and she let out a sigh as he groped them. This wasn't the first time the two of them had done things intimately with each other; such sexual activities were common between them-- they'd been doing it since they were little.

The snow leopard gently sighed and appreciated the way his hands roamed and groped at her erogenous zones, and she reached out to touch him in kind, mainly brushing her fingers across his stomach or snaking it up through the tuft of feathers that acted as the boy's hair, but after a little while her hand eventually travelled down far enough to touch and grope at his crotch. Her fingers danced around his little humanoid cock, and as it grew under her touch, little nubs that were rounded but distinctively noticeable protruded along the length of his shaft, primarily under the edge of his glans, ending at around the halfway mark. She knew these little bumps all too well, and when she brushed her fingers against them and gryphon quivered, unable to suppress a moan; they were quite pleasurable, and he greatly enjoyed her touch.

With a light coaxing, Amino slowly lowered himself, and Abigail quickly followed suit, brushing her hair back over her shoulders to expose herself a little more. Once they lowered themselves onto the grass, she instinctively leant back and stretched her legs out, inevitably laying down on the warm ground as the gryphon moved to lean over her. He admired her lithe, feminine form and enjoyed the way she twisted slightly, as if to show herself off. Amino's cheeks grew flushed at the sight of her, and slowly her trailed a hand down, using the other to prop himself up. His digits danced across her chest and down her stomach until he reached her loins, and in the same way she had fondled and stroked him to full mast, he tried to pleasure her too. He probed and smeared his fingers against her tight little pussy, and he could already feel that it was at least a little moist. Her gentle sigh of pleasure encouraged him to press a little more, until eventually, his finger slipped into her. He pushed and pressed until half of his finger was inside her, and he gently curled his digit, grinning when she arched her back and let out a quiet gasp.

"That's nice..." She mumbled, expressing her enjoyment, and Amino moved his head down and brushed his beak against her neck and up to her cheek. Her hand squeezed around his member and pumped him just enough to turn him on a little more, which further encouraged the young gryphon.

"Yeah, it does." Amino grunted, unable to stop himself from giggling as he stuck out his tongue to kiss and lick along her cheek, causing her to reach up along his back and stroke around the base of his wings, where they stretched out to envelop them and block out some of the light. His finger delved and plunged a little more, though if he was being honest to himself it was less to pleasure her and more to see how tight she was; as usual, she felt snug and soft, and he could feel her occasionally clenching and squeezing. Amino was quickly and easily riled up by the feel of her innards; his romantic and sexual attraction for his best friend far surpassed that of anyone else in his life, and Abigail knew that.

Wordlessly, Amino withdrew his fingers and shifted, lining himself up with her and balancing himself on his knees and one palm. The snow leopard shifted beneath him, letting out a hum akin to approval, and she hooked her legs around his body and bumped the small of his back with her heels, trying to get him to come closer. On the bank of that glittering lake, Amino pressed himself down against his lover and, with a hand, directed himself against her. The tip of his cock smeared and pressed against those young, wet folds before he pushed, slowly and delicately penetrating her. Her pussy and inner walls were slick with arousal, and he sunk in with ease, the little nubs along the top half of his cock gently massaging her insides as he went. He hilted within her easily, and for a moment settled there, breathing a sigh.

He didn't linger there for long-- after a few moments of staring deep into his best friend's eyes, the gryphon slowly slid back and shuddered, relishing the way her insides clamped and squeezing around his cock, pleasuring his little nugs and turning him on even more. His member throbbed and swelled, and as he tugged back the drips of pre-cum oozing from the end of his cock helped to lube up his subsequent thrusts, making each turgid push slicker and wetter than the last. He picked up speed rather easily until he fell into a simple and eager rhythm of thrusts, rocking himself inside of the girl beneath him.

"Mmh, that's good...it feels nice." Abby murmured, leaning up to pepper kisses along his cheek and down to his beak as he humped into her, his breathing low and heavy. Her moans began to intermingle with the sensual and wet sounds of their sex, of his pre-sticky cock, additionally slicked with her fluids, sliding in and out of her. With each thrust forwards his balls met with her body, and he couldn't resist a quiet grunt each time, pleasure spiking from his loins up his spine. He raised his head up enough for her lips to meet with the tip of his beak and he instinctively parted it, sticking out his tongue to meet with hers. They closed their eyes as they exchanged a passionate kiss, and the boy's gentle humping grew more and more fervent, quite rapidly too. Abigail was pretty sure as to why; Amino often never lasted long, but she got more than enough out of it each time.

"Abby..." The gryphon moans against her lips as he sped up even more, reaching what he considered to be his maximum speed as his body quaked and trembled with the delightful feelings of his steadily approaching orgasm. In turn, Abigail was also starting to breathe a little harder, and he knew it was for the same reason-- he had no doubt that the rigorous massaging of the bumps on his cock helped to stimulate her. The more he thrust and pistoned, the more he tried to hold himself in so that he could bring Abigail to release, and for the most part it worked; it took some effort to restrain himself, but his ears twisted and listened to her whimpering pants, gauging how long until she reached completion. He knew it was soon, given the way she clung to him, so he held out just a little longer.

"O-Oh...!" Abigail let out a gasp and arched her back against him, mumbling something under her breath as she pulled him close. Amino earnestly picked up speed and gyrated his pre-teen body against hers, sure that she was about to orgasm, and he allowed himself to do the same-- he'd been holding on for far too long anyway. With a shuddering groan he pushed down into her, and the tight pressure that had formed within the depths of his loins loosened, signalling his orgasm. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside of her, and after a few moments, thick spurts of cum shot into her entrance, pooling deep inside her and spreading across her inner walls. Seconds later, Amino felt her flex and spasm around his orgasming cock, pressing tightly down against those sensitive bumps on his cock-- those nubs better served her than him, though they certainly felt nice, and the pressure of them against her inner walls caused her to clench even further. His member spurted cum deeper within her as a result and Amino tugged back barely an inch, the head of his cock overstimulated, before he pushed down into a final sigh and collapsed atop her, resting himself upon his elbows.

The two cubs panted tiredly, clinging desperately to one another as they rocked out the last few positive feelings of their orgasm, before Amino slowly rolled to the side and brought Abigail with him. She turned to lay facing him and the two of them couldn't help but smile, grinning from cheek to cheek-- that feeling of post-sex bliss only helped to bring them closer. Amino's hands stroked against her side, and she reached up to touch his cheek by extension.

"Do you want to stay here a little longer?" He asked her, and she hummed for a moment, closing her eyes and just enjoying the warmth of the sun ahead and the sound of the rippling lake waters.

"Just for a bit," She insisted. "Maybe when we've relaxed for a little, we can...you know."

A smile played across her lip and Amino couldn't help but smirk, leaning in close to nuzzle against her cheek. He'd take her up on that offer, and then some. Both of them were in for a magical afternoon...