In the quiet communes of the bustling technologically advanced city Stelomonto-- though it was more of a medium-sized town-- three underage yet still perfectly legal cubs enjoyed the warmth of one another's bodies.

Such a thing was not an uncommon occurrence in the region of Brilanta; as anyone home to the nation knew, nudity was a common practice and well-established culture, and the city was progressive enough about sexuality to allow even young boys and girls to explore each other, to better understand the meaning of consent, love and trust. For those three, who sat cuddled up together on the base level of a large apartment-like complex, love and trust were the most important things in the world...well, their bodies were important too, of course.

Of the three, Amino, a young 10-year-old Gryphon, sat in the middle. With just his ArmGear to his person, and his satchel of usual technological materials sat on the coffee table in front of them, the gryphon boy had his small wings unfurled and curled around his two partners; Abigail, Amino's life-long snow leopard girlfriend, and Lonato, a cheetah two years their senior who was their newest venture into polyamory. They lived together on the 6th floor of a large building dedicated to like-minded neighbours who enjoyed, or at least didn't mind, sex and general groping in the more public common areas. Their actual apartment was built with just sleep in mind and had no real relaxation area, so they often resigned to a common room that effectively surrounded an expansive kitchen like a moat-- The place was meant to serve food all day long to everyone in the apartment complex, so it made sense. At this time of day they'd normally be out and about doing their own thing, but Lonato had the day off, and he was eager to spend some time together...plus, they really had nothing better to do, not on a quiet Saturday.

As Amino lolled his head to the side, his cheek resting lazily on Abigail's shoulder, Lonato's hands explored; one was tucked behind the gryphon's back as the other groped the boy's inner thigh, sneaking around towards his crotch, his fingers tickling with Amino's balls. Just a few light touches alone stimulated the cub, but not nearly enough to make him get fully hard-- he, like everyone else, was so used to sex and general sexuality that he lacked a hair-trigger mentality. Abigail's hands didn't do much of the same; she had one on her own leg, and the other hooked around one of Amino's arms. The gryphon couldn't see, but the snow leopard had quite the troubled look on her face, not quite a scowl, though it might as well have been. Neither boy noticed, mostly because the teasing touches of the cheetah's fingers were more than enough to distract the two of them.

Lonato's hand delved upwards and snuck in under Amino's floppy, flaccid dick, his fingers trailing along the little nubs of the boy's barbs, teasing him, until his fingers curled around the slowly stiffening length. Amino's 10-year-old dick started to rapidly twitch as the warmth of the boy's hand encircled his member, and a sigh escaped his beak when he felt the fingers tug at the muscle, making a spike of pleasure shoot up his spine. He and Abigail hadn't known Lonato that long, but he'd started to settle into their group rather quickly...to the point where the three of them had entered into a polyamorous relationship, at Amino's suggestion. Neither of them had really experienced polyamory before, but they'd read about it, and knew what it meant, at the very least.

"Oooh..." Amino sighed, lifting his head from Abigail's shoulder to roll it back, closing his eyes to relish the feeling of Lonato's hand stroking his cock, bringing him to a stiff full mast. The gryphon's barbs, each tiny and round, swelled and flared a little as those fingers glided up and down, and Lonato quietly purred into Amino's shoulder, delighted by his sounds of approval. Amino's free hand moved towards the female, his fingers grazing over the back of her hand before trying to curl around her fingers. He felt her stiffen, and it was enough to give him pause.

He knew what Abigail was like; they'd been friends since they were 4. They had grown up in the same communal adoptive orphanage, with no parents to care for them-- this wasn't uncommon, for it was actually more strange to have a biological mother and father as one's caretakers, as Lonato did...but regardless, it meant that Amino was more than aware of how Abigail's mind worked, and when she was upset. At that moment, he was certain that something was off.

"What's wrong?" He withdrew his hand almost immediately, and even Lonato paused, looking over at Amino before glancing over to Abigail. The snow leopard shifted awkwardly in her clear and clearly looked uncomfortable-- if Amino had to guess, given how much he knew her, she probably felt guilty for ruining the moment...but to the gryphon, the sex could wait.

"I...It's nothing, really." Abigail attempted to skirt around the topic, but she ultimately knew Amino just as much as he knew her; when he sat up a little straight and stared straight at her face, she knew she had to come clean.

"Abby." Amino pressed, and she relented.

"I...I'm not sure if polyamory is what I want." She admitted, and Amino relaxed somewhat. This was something they could have a conversation about, though it was a little awkward to have it out in the open, where people were passing them to head up to their rooms, or vice versa. Lonato pulled his hands away from Amino and scooted to the side on the couch, hoping disjointing from Amino would make her more comfortable, and the gryphon turned slightly to focus his attention on her.

"Am I being too handsy?" Lonato sheepishly asked. "Sorry, I just...I don't know, really. I've been with a lot of different guys and girls, but it just feels different...it feels nice, I guess. I've not really dated all that much before."

"I get that," Abigail insisted. "I just...it feels weird to me, how close you two are already. I feel like I'm being jealous. Maybe I am."

Amino squirmed a little. He didn't want to play favourites, because that was fair to neither of them, and he hoped that the other two were mature enough to agree with that sentiment, even if he didn't say it out loud. Abigail met his gaze and saw his discomfort.

"We do stuff all the time." Amino reminded her, unsure what else to say, and she sighed through her nose.

"We do," She agreed, pacing her words, as if she were thinking as she spoke. "I know, but...I don't want to sound mean, but I'm just not as close with Lonato as I am with you, Amino."

"I'm...not really as close with you either," Lonato pointed out. "We're just friends, who can bang sometimes. It doesn't really feel the same as..."

"Yeah." Abigail agreed, and Amino thought for a moment, looking down at his hands. He liked them both, in different ways; Lonato was fun and it made him feel good to have that kind of attention and have some closeness with another boy, but it was different with Abigail, it was a childhood love that had blossomed from when they first met. It was cultivated, and they were slowly 'harvesting' the enjoyment of each other over time. Lonato was more like...a quick and frankly exciting fling that had turned into something more, but that didn't make him any less important.

"I think these things just...happen," Amino began. "You know, we haven't known you that long, Lonato, but things moved really quickly...and I like that they moved quickly. I like being with you...and I also like being with you, Abby. Isn't that why we got into this?"

"Aren't we all meant to be, like...into each other?" Abigail questioned, just as unsure as Amino was. Their inexperience might inevitably be their downfall in that moment, but Lonato was two years their senior, and a little more mature.

"I don't think anything states we all have to be into each other," The cheetah pointed out. "I love Amino...and you do too. Isn't that enough?"

Abigail mulled over his words for a bit. To her, it did make a lot of sense, but it was hard to shake that unease, that jealousy that tickled her stomach. Deep down she knew that nothing could take away from the relationship that she and Amino had, the many days they'd spent together before Lonato, and the good days they'd spend in the future...but it was difficult to shake that nagging sense of insecurity at not being able to satisfy the entirety of Amino's sexual curiosity. She wasn't a male, she couldn't offer him the kind of things a male can...maybe that's where all those guilty feelings stemmed from. It was hard, to self-reflect, and the topic of discussion was heavy, but it was something that needed to be aired.

"The way I see it," Lonato continued. "Is that we can have our wants...we can like who we like, and as long as everyone's comfortable, it doesn't matter. We're allowed to have more than one boyfriend or girlfriend if we want."

"...You're right," Abigail seemed to relax, if a little. "We haven't really done this before."

"I mean, me neither." Amino pointed out, and the tension between them, and the heavy conversation, seemed to dissipate. Abigail reclined, breathing a deep sigh, and both boys hoped it was because they had helped to clear up some of her insecurities and issues with their relationship. Amino leant into her, and in return she cuddled up to his side, leaning her head to press it against his. The gryphon's hand instinctively reached out to her thigh, and she put her hand over his, her digits curling to link with his fingers. He held his hand there for a minute and relished the touch as Lonato pressed into his other side, before Amino slowly trailed his hand down, guiding himself towards her crotch. He felt her tense as his scaled fingers touched with the softness of her entrance, and she leaned against him, hooking her arm around his and purring delightfully into his cheek.

He didn't have to ask her if she was enjoying herself; he could tell from the way she sighed and occasionally squirmed against him, her breathing growing heavier as his fingers smeared around, pressed and delved against her flesh. His fingertips massaged the muscles, circling around the outer folds of her pussy in ways he knew she liked, and occasionally his claws dragged ever so delicately against her skin, making her body tingle and causing her to quietly gasp. Abigail was a lot like Amino, in a way; she didn't normally get turned on by just a touch alone, but all it took was for her boyfriend to grope her in the just the right way.

Amino twisted his head, scooting a little closer as his hand slid down and his palm pressed to the heat of her crotch, feeling the warmth and moisture against his scales as his beak grazed her neck, his tongue slowly and sensually sliding across her skin. He felt Abigail's thighs squeeze against his hand and her grip around his arm tightened, the quietest of shaky groans escaping her lips. Those passing to head in and out of the apartment complex didn't even bat them an eye; they were only going to tell them to stop if they were disruptive, but the trio were normally rather quiet anyway.

As Amino's fingers flexed to caress her, he felt Lonato's hands on his own lithe legs, exploring him as he in turn enjoyed feeling up Abigail. The intimacy between them grew more and more heated as time went on, the three of them squirming and moving in their own ways, arousal and hormonal desire coursing through their bodies. Amino inevitably grew impatient, and began to move; he scooted forwards off the edge of the seat and got onto his knees on the floor, if only so he could shuffle across and get settled in between Abigail's legs. He looked up at her and for a brief moment, their eyes met, before the young gryphon slowly brought his beak down, turning his attention to her loins. The smooth exterior of his 'mouth' brushed with the warm dampness of her lips, and he slowly opened his mouth to stick out his tongue, tenderly licking from the bottom to the top.

Abigail groaned, rolling his head back and sucking in a breath as pleasure sparked up her body and made her want to squeeze her thighs inwards, but she instead kept them firmly spread out, putting one hand atop her boyfriend's head and another one on her own leg as his head bobbed up and down, following the movement of his tongue. His beak got in the way a little bit, but thankfully not that much; being so young afforded him a shorter beak than he might have when he's older, and his experience with eating her out already was more than enough to satisfy her, especially with the way he rolled his tongue around and deliberately explored every inch of her outer folds. Lonato watched them for a while, getting more and more turned on by the sight-- he might not be in love with Abigail, but that didn't mean he wasn't attracted to her-- before he too wanted more. He scooted towards the edge of the couch but remained seated, at least for now, whilst his hand idly trailed down and touched himself to the situation before him.

The more Amino licked, the more Abigail seemed to enjoy it; she leaned back and stretched her legs out, huffing quietly through her parted lips as her body spasmed with each tender lick, each soft drag of the gryphon's tongue. Amino threatened to push his tongue into her multiple times but relented, as if to deliberately tease her, and the mild irritation and frustration of that feeling was vocalised in quiet mewls, wanting Amino to go deeper. He could only keep up the act so long before he started to feel guilty, and inevitably plunged his tongue, causing her to softly gasp. Her innards flexed before she sighed and loosened, welcoming him, but only for a fraction of a second; try as she might, her muscles eventually clamped back down and squeezed against his intruding tongue as Amino's beak nudged upwards, bumping the tiny nub of her young clit. The pleasure spikes through her system and she sucked in a breath, taken by surprise, but it was a welcome one; her entire body turned rigid and she gritted her teeth, her hand curling atop Amino's head-- he was doing good...way too good.

Abigail began to shudder in telltale ways; Amino didn't just know her emotionally, but also very intimately. He knew she was getting close from the way she clutched at him, from the way she put all her effort into keeping her legs still but couldn't stop her ankles from twitching, from the way her innards rolled across his tongue in a wave of rising pleasure, that made even Amino's body tingle. Each little nudge to her clit, combined with the overwhelming pleasure she felt, quickly brought her to the point of no return and she quivered against him, restraining a loud groan so as not to disturb those coming and going, who glanced over at them but didn't stick around to watch. Amino tasted the beginnings of her orgasms on his tongue and pressed his appendage further, groaning against her body as she found purchase in the fluff atop his head and attempted to pull him closer, rolling her back and letting out a long sigh. Her body became jelly under his assault, and she inevitably grew limp, her innards flexing and milking his tongue as he curled and lapped, scooping what he could and humming his approval against her flesh.

He lingered there for a little longer, his gaze travelling up to briefly look at her, though all he could see was her thin, before he glanced to Lonato, who had worked himself up into a quietly panting state to the sight of them, his breathing laboured, but not exactly on the edge. Their gaze met and the cheetah grinned knowingly, glancing from Abigail to Amino-- the gryphon got a feeling he knew what the 12-year-old wanted to suggest. Amino licked her for a few moments longer, mostly because he relished the way she stroked his hair after he ate her out, before he slowly began to move. He lifted his torso and moved closer as his beak ran up her body, peppering kisses from her stomach to her flat chest and eventually to her neck, his beak nibbling her flesh in places he knew she liked. He affectionately preened her for a moment or two before his tongue pressed to the warmth of her body, and her hand slid from the top of his head down to the back of his neck, her head twisting to nuzzle against his cheek as he lined himself up. His average-sized dick pointed and angled towards her damp entrance, and he deftly sunk a hand down to angle himself, groaning against her neck as the head of his dick pressed to her soft flesh, and with a slow and gentle push he slid himself inside.

Lonato seized the opportunity to move, watching as Amino penetrated his girlfriend. He slipped off the edge of the couch and onto his knees where, with desire coursing through his veins, he moved into position behind the gryphon boy, his hands reaching out to snake along those fluffy grey-furred sides. Amino instinctively spread his legs apart and the cheetah scooted in between them, sighing with relief when his body pressed up against Amino's back and his cock lined up easily enough, smearing up against the 10-year-old's cheeks. He had to squat a little to get it in the ideal position, but for a moment he simply enjoyed the feeling of pressure on his cock, watching and listening as Amino sunk deeper into Abigail's body until his pelvis kissed with hers. He grunted quietly against the snow leopard's neck and Abigail hooked his arms around Amino's neck, both his partners hugging him from either side.

"Hold on, let me just..." Lonato quietly murmured, and Amino shuffled a bit to give him better access to his ass, knowing what he wanted. The cheetah's humanoid-shaped cock, also bearing barbs similar to Amino's own, angled down towards the cub's behind and he grunted as his pre-teen dick slipped between his cheeks, the tip meeting the young hole with some slight adjustment. It wasn't the first time Lonato had topped him, but they didn't always do it in that position, so it took some moving to press at the right angle to sink inside. The cheetah grunted as he pushed, feeling the 10-year-old's insides flex around his intruding member until he met with the cub's ass with his crotch. They pressed together, panting quietly and huffing under their breath, before Lonato was the first to pull back, sliding until the edges of the head of his cock teased the inside of Amino's hole.

He held himself there, giving Amino the space to finally move. As the gryphon slid back, he was stimulated from both ends; pleasure tickled his cock as he withdrew from Abigail's entrance, flesh sliding across the sensitive head and nubs of his cock, whilst at the same time the 12-year-old's cock pushed into him thanks to his own movements, inevitably teasing slightly over the bump of his prostate and sending spikes of pleasure up his spine that, in turn, made his cock twitch inside Abigail. His movements alone served not only to stimulate him, but the other two as well; it was just what they wanted, really.

Amino began to move slowly, taking careful and measured thrusts and tugs, both out of respect for those heading in and out of the apartment complex-- too much noise was never fun for anyone-- and to gauge to what degree he could move and roll his hips without providing any discomfort to any of them. As it turned on, a good swift thrust and a slow tug back was more than enough to send shivers of delight up his spine, and the added pleasure he received from Lonato's cock quickly brought him closer and closer. He was attentive to the sensations of the other two, feeling the way Lonato's cock twitched inside him, the way Abigail's fingers curled against his fur, gripped and squeezed, driven by yearning and desire. He could feel the way Lonato's hands gripped, curved and squeezed against his lithe, pre-teen hips, resisting the urge to pull him against his dick, and from the way Abigail's ankles bumped against his thighs made it seems like she, too, was resisting in pulling him closer. Their moans were gentle and soft, but quickly became heavy over time as their pleasure grew, lapsing into grunts from the cheetah and high-pitched gasps from the other feline.

Amino sped up slowly over time, though he didn't get all that much faster, just more pronounced in his movements, more fervent and laboured-- he shuffled and huffed under his breath with each plunge, his knees aching from kneeling on the hard floor whilst his hips and thighs begged for rest, but the growing pleasure quickly drowned out any discomfort he felt in his muscles or otherwise. With each slide back of his hips, the light grazing against his prostate highlighted almost everything else, making him a little dizzy with the sensation of growing ecstasy, which in turn encouraged him to thrust more and more, his eyes lidded over until they closed completely, eventually. His breathing deepened as he became more and more enamoured with the spiking, skin-tingling feelings, until his grunts became more intense and loud.

Abigail wasn't much of a dirty talker, but she did match her boyfriend's moans, becoming louder as he did and pulling his chest and neck up against her body as he pumped his hips, right on the edge of release. Her innards spasmed and gripped around his thrusting cock, periodically squeezing and milking as she tensed her muscles and tried desperately to hold onto her own orgasm. Amino shuddered against her, inevitably plunging in one last time as bliss shot up his spine and he groaned against her neck-- he orgasmed, his cock twitching inside her warm, moist pussy, each throb probing and stretching her delicate and sensitive flesh. When she sensed he'd came, she let it all go and relaxed her body, rolling her hips as much as she could against him to bring her over the edge. Amino recognised it in the moment and dragged back and pump his hips back and forth, enough to send her there; she shuddered against him and moaned hard into the fur of his neck in turn, her innards squeezing as tightly as she could as her own fluids, what little there was, mixed with Amino's own boyish load and swirled around his embedded cock.

Lonato had been delightfully patient the entire time, watching the way Amino thrust and relishing the sight of him climaxing into his first lover. The Gryphon had done a lot to bring Lonato close too, but he wasn't quite there yet...and with the 10-year-old now pressed down against Abigail, he saw a good reason to finish himself off. He pushed his hips forward and Amino jolted ever so slightly, his prostate sensitive from his climax, and a quiet, breathy moan escaped the cub as the 12-year-old moved into a paced rhythm, keeping his body close to the gryphon's own as he rolled his hips slowly and carefully, both stimulating himself amply enough to get closer and closer to his climax, whilst at the same time taking measured thrusts that didn't press Amino's prostate too much, or at least he hoped so-- ultimately, he wasn't all that much experienced compared to them.

His thrusts quickened easily before he pushed and pressed himself fully into Amino, shoving his hips barely half an inch or so back and forth so he could fully enjoy the rhythmic squeezing of Amino's ass, in time with the stimulation to his prostate and the last of his cock's tender throbs into Abigail's warmth. The tension of release rose within Lonato, crashing through him like roaring waves, washing endorphins through his system as his cock twitched, as hard as it could be, each barb milked by the 10-year-old's taut innards. A few moments later he finished, sliding his hips carefully forward and sighing heavily as his member spurted strings straight into the gryphon cub's ass, each vivid spurt accentuated by the occasional teasing push of the cheetah's hips, that squished Amino's lithe cheeks and greeted Lonato to a wonderful sight of the boy's ass pressed down against his crotch, for his head was bowed to watch.

The three of them fell into quiet pants, the last of their moans escaping their throats as their orgasms faded. Abigail was more than ready for more, but that couldn't be said for either Amino or Lonato, who was more than spent over just one climax. There'd be plenty of time for more in the future, for nothing could separate the three of them now. Abigail's discomfort had melted away within the midst of their talk and threesome, and made way for nothing but joy and contentment that she, along with the other two, would feel for years to come.

"So..." Amino huffed, leaning up a little, still sandwiched between them. "Does this mean you can give Lonato another chance, Abby?"

Lonato lifted his head, hopeful, and Abigail looked between them for a moment before she pursed her muzzle.

"...Okay," She smirked. "But next time, both of you are fucking me."

Amino couldn't twist his head around to look at the other boy, but if he were able to, they likely would have shared a grin.