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In this story, Ceylon the Gryphon finds out the hard way that if he wants to pass through the Valley in the Forest of Flowers, he'll have to go through Raven one way or another!
(This is less than half of the story; FA still sucks for word count)
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\tIt was a crisp autumn day in the forest of flowers when Ceylon ran afoul of a local mare that blocked her path. The leaves on the trees were a warm shade of red with hints of orange and yellow along their edges while the grass remained green as a stark contrast. The final flowers of the season bloomed the last time before curling up for the winter, their stems shrinking and retreating to the soil. Though the region was rarely blanketed with snow, winter still brought upon hibernation of its flora.
\tCeylon was travelling by foot en route to her home due to the chilly winds that battered the forest of flowers. The black and white gryphoness was technically capable of taking flight and gliding past the treetops with relative ease but she hated trying to flap against the wind. Few things were more exhausting than wasting energy fighting against the elements when the skies resisted her. Furthermore, the chill in the air could have brought about the faintest hints of ice crystals on her wing tips and that could have spelled doom if she dared fly too high.
\tAs a result of this, she chose to keep to the ground, saunter through the forest, and pause to sniff the flowers along the way. She wasn't entirely unfamiliar of the region – at least from the skies – so she was confident that she would be able to navigate the forest with ease. She knew the landmarks, she recognized the cliffs and the escarpment and the creeks that dotted and lined the region, so she knew exactly what route would take her through the valley and into her home where she expected to be greeted by her mate, a massive naga named Leera.
\tLeera was hibernating already but could be woken by the arrival of Ceylon since the gryphon's presence meant there was much free warmth to be had. As a saurossin naga she was cold-blooded and often went out of her way to steal much from Ceylon, since as a gryphon Ceylon was warm blooded and even hotter than most bipeds due to the feathers that lined her upper torso.
\tThe thought of having that snake partner of hers lunch forth from the deepest depths of their cave home to greet her made Ceylon flush with delight as she trotted down the path between the trees, tail raised high and wings partially spread to buoy herself at the apex of every jaunty hop that took her from flower to flower. While the chill in the air and the whistling of the wind above the treetops kept the gryphoness from chirping in delight – it was very hard to maneuver her tongue for the vocalization when it was both windy and chilly – that didn't stop her from contentedly rumbling to herself.
\tMuch of that morning passed her by without much in the way of distractions. She climbed trees to get a better vantage point in order to identify her location every half hour or so and rarely found herself in a position to question her navigational skills. Gryphons and horses were both known for their ability to maintain an internal compass even in the face of bad weather, yet Ceylon wasn't in a hurry and had no real concerns about when she got home so she took some time to occupy herself while also maintaining a tight grip on her surroundings.
\tJust before noon she came across a creek that cut the Forest of Flowers in half, showing her that she was more than halfway to her destination. The city she had come from was on the western side of the forest and her cave was on the eastern side.
\tMuch of the creek was lined on the eastern shore by tall cliffs and underbrush so thick that Ceylon had no desire to fight with it; the last thing she needed was to have brambles and thorns tear her wing feathers up or pluck clumps of fur from her haunches. She could have climbed the cliff if she chose to go that route but it would have drained her energy and by that point she might as well have just took to the skies. No point in wasting energy or risking the health of her feathers, so she opted to focus on an alternate path past the creek.
\tSouth of her was the only valley that ran through to the eastern half of the Forest of Flowers, a clearing that had a small field between the shores of the creek and the treeline. If Ceylon made it there she could hop the creek with ease and be on her way. At least, that's what she hoped. In reality, she was unaware of a local, territorial mare by the name of Raven, a mottled equine with attitude to spare.
\tRaven protected that valley from predators and any unwanted passerby, serving both as a gate keeper for the eastern half of the Forest of Flowers and the dominant force that took the territory as her own. This was her home, and she was known by many locals to protect it with her life.
\tCeylon had seen Raven in the area many times in the past when she flew by overhead but by some cosmic act of irony had never landed to greet her or asked the locals about it. As far as Ceylon was concerned, Raven was just a lone mare protecting the territory she called her own, not the sassy, sentient mare that had no patience for outsiders using her territory to go places without her permission.
\tSo when Ceylon sauntered down to the stretch of the creek that wasn't lined by thick underbrush or tall cliffs, she didn't think twice about squatting down and spreading her legs as she prepared to leap across the body of water to the slate-rock lined opposite shore of it. In the split second before she went to pounce, a voice came booming from beyond the treeline, throwing her off balance and making her land with her front talons in the chilly water.
\t“Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?” Raven sneered as she stepped out from behind a tall, red and green bush. The mottle, ashen mare kept her head held high as she sauntered to the opposite shore, tossing her mane and flicking her ears to show her irritation. “I do not know you and I have not been asked for permission to cross, so could you explain yourself?” Her voice was upset but commanding at the same time, demanding Ceylon answer honestly.
\t“Oh, sorry about that! I didn't know this part of the forest was off limits.” Ceylon apologized as she rubbed her wet talons off on the grass. “I was just travelling through here to get to my home; had quite the time in town but the winds are-”
\tRaven cut Ceylon off by stomping one of her hooves. “You didn't answer my question, bird. What are you doing? Explain yourself!” Her voice was even more intense than before.
\tCeylon narrowed her eyes as her ears pressed to her skull. The mare's aggression had triggered a defensive response deep inside her, one that made her more competitive and stubbourn than she might have been otherwise. The gryphoness – who was rather small compared to the full size mare that blocked her path – had no initial intentions of stoking flames or getting into any fights, yet Raven's instantly combative stance and accusatory demands had put her on edge.
\t“I was trying to explain.” Ceylon hissed through a clenched beak. “I was planning on hopping this here creek en route to my cave on the eastern edge of the Forest of Flowers. I might ask you what you think you're doing here trying to stop me.” Her tone was equally aggressive, like she was threatening the mare for daring to stand in her way.
\tBoth Raven and Ceylon were known to be their own brand of stubbourn. Ceylon was persuasive to the point she could negotiate her way out of a blizzard by asking the snow to step aside while Raven had a reputation for refusing to budge once she dug her hooves in and stood her ground. In many ways, an unfortunate encounter between the two could have been likened to an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.
\tRaven tossed her mane again and took a few more steps towards the east shore of the creek, her hooves on the wet rock as the water bubbled and flowed between them. “And what makes you think you have earned that right?”
\t“Who said anything about earning the right to pass through the valley in the Forest of Flowers? Last I checked, the wilds of this great nation were free for anyone to explore and I've not heard any laws of having to pay a toll to cross, so step aside and I'd be glad to move on without further complications. Do you concur?” Ceylon matched Raven's motions so that her own front talons were pressed down on the rock on her side of the creek. She was still upset about this sudden interruption in her otherwise pristine morning but was softening a bit in an attempt to be diplomatic.
\tBut Raven was having none if it.
\t“I do not concur, gryphon. I know your kind, I know what gryphons do to horses. I would be a fool to trust you and you would be an even bigger fool to assume I'm stupid enough to believe you. I will not step aside to let you ransack my land, I will not concede my territory, and you will turn your feathered rump around and return from whence you came.” Her voice remained intense, booming with increased anger as she spoke each word; it was clear she was not going to budge.
\tThe problem for Ceylon was that the gryphon didn't really feel she needed to ask permission to pass through. As she had stated, the region was free for any and all to trek across and through; therefore Ceylon was not obligated to seek approval before making a decision. Not only could she happily spread her wings and glide over the valley if she wanted to, the reality was that gryphons were often predators of equines; that was what raven was referring to by saying she 'knew what gryphons did to horses'.
\tCeylon was not the type to give up or take the easy way out. She could have bypassed all of this and was quite upset that the mare was so stubbourn about not letting her pass, but it didn't take long for her mind to assess the situation as less of a roadblock and more of a puzzle to solve. Ceylon could attack her and probably even kill and eat the mare if she wanted, but she didn't want that. Of all the options laid bare before her – be it flight, violence, or simply taking another route through the Forest of Flowers, the most appealing option was to negotiate and to convince Raven to let her through.
\tShe was, after all, a problem solver who felt great pride in her ability to get what she wanted.
\tWith this shift in tone and intent, Ceylon sat contentedly on the western shore of the creek and preened her wing feathers in a display of nonviolence. She needed to get the idea across that she wasn't in the mood to argue or fight and the best way to do so would be to act casual and nonthreatening. “I see you're quite protective of this land. Tell me, my equine friend, what has made you so hesitant to allow me to pass? Why do you feel the need to be angry about my mere presence?”
\tThis inquiry seemed to throw Raven off guard. She parted her lips to speak but then narrowed her eyes and flattened her ears to the back of her skull. “Don't try to psychoanalyze me, gryphon!”
\t“My name is Ceylon, if you were curious.” She explained, doing her best to smile.
\t“I wasn't, but I suppose that's good to know. Ceylon, why is it so important that you invade my territory and insult my people? Why are you so adamant about tainting this land with your feathered body when you could be flying the skies; isn't one dominion enough? You winged beasts have the skies, let my kind have the land.”
\tCeylon took note of this particular use of words, picking up on the subtleties of the mare's tone in the process. She decided it was best to be as honest as she could, assuming Raven to be amenable to that sort of back-and-forth. “I see, I see. Well, if I'm being honest with you, I cannot effectively fly in this weather, not for extended periods of time. The wind and the chill stiffen my feathers and force me to expend far more time and effort and energy than I would in the summer skies. I would hop above the treetops to glide but the Forest of Feathers is quite dense and it would make any attempts to fly over it a test of endurance; I'd be forced to stay in flight for more than an hour straight and I'd rather not.”
\t“And you chose to invade upon the sovereignty of my territory as an alternative to spending a little extra effort to avoid confrontation? Such typical, arrogant gryphon behaviour.” Raven spat back.
\t“No, no. Nothing like that. But the Forest of Flowers is such a nice place I wanted to enjoy every moment of it. I could have travelled south or north of the bush and past the mountains if I wanted to take the long way around but I truly felt that it would not be as pleasant a time. And look what happened! I got to meet you! A pleasant mare who clearly cares about her land; what was your name, again? I didn't catch it upon our introductions.”
\tOnce again this caught Raven by surprise. The sudden shift in tone made her shake her head and mane, grunting and snorting to herself as she began to pace. “I didn't give you my name, gryphon.”
\t“Ceylon.” She corrected the mare. “I've given you my name, I'd appreciate it if you used it.”
\t“Fine, Ceylon. I am Raven and this is my valley. I have claimed this territory for myself and I do not appreciate arrogant avians – or any cocky beasts – invading my land. You will find no solace in this region so you should turn around and go back to town; if you wish for compassion, pay a-” She stopped before finishing her thought, having noticed that Ceylon was staring intently at her. “And now you disrespect me by giving me that glare? I'd have the right mind to kick you for that.”
\tThis accusation made Ceylon shake her head as she pulled her mind out of its analytical state. She had been trying her best to piece together the puzzle that was Raven before making another statement. “Raven, my dear mare friend, I fear you might have the wrong idea about gryphons.” She started, then began pacing up and down the western shore of the creek. “We're certainly not out to prey upon your kind. Maybe once many long years ago our species may have been enemies, but things have changed. Sure, gryphons are predators and we do require a lot of food, but do you forget about hippogryphs? Our kind can be the worst of enemies, sure, but we can also be the best of friends.”
\tRaven grunted. “Are you...do you think you can appease me with tales of lust?”
\t“No, no. I wasn't going that direction at all. I'm a gryphon-mare, same as you.” Ceylon clarified as she turned and lifted her tail to show her thick, equine-like vulva. In the cities or among bipeds this display would have been crass and rude but among quadrupeds it was no different than exposing the shoulder to show an appealing feather pattern or fur coloration. “I'd have nothing to offer you in regards to intimacy. However, I feel that it's important to establish that we're not enemies. We don't have to be, anyway; we could be friends and allies.”
\t“In what way do you feel we could be friends? We've known of one another for mere minutes and the only interaction we've had is that of an invader and a defender of my territory. How is it that you could feel we're not enemies?” Now both Raven and Ceylon were pacing up and down their respective banks of the creek, sizing each other up while trying to maintain their conversation.
\tIt was only a few seconds before Ceylon knew what to say. “Simple, really. You seem to have this gross misunderstanding of my intentions and that is painting your impression of me in a poor light. I don't claim to know what might have happened to you in the past and I don't dare presume what may be influencing your opinion on gryphons in general but I can assure you I'm not here to steal or insult. I didn't even know you laid claim to this territory before now so I certainly had no plans on having to negotiate my way through a region I thought to be free for all to enjoy. Plus, as we've established, I'm a gryphon and therefore a predator; you and I both know that if I came here with malice in my heart I could easily have subdued you by now. I could be feasting on your flesh if I wanted, but I don't.”
\tSuch a bold statement was a bit of a gambit for Ceylon. She wasn't sure how the mare would react, since it seemed equally as likely she saw it as a show of faith or a threat. While it was clear – at least to Ceylon – that no harm was intended and it was not meant as a threat, that didn't mean the mare would have seen it that way.
\tA moment passed where both participants stared each other down while deciding what to say or do next. Raven wasn't stupid and she could tell Ceylon wasn't intending to come across as threatening but by this point she really had to dig her hooves in and stay strong. If she gave in and let the gryphon walk by her she would seem weak and have her pride metaphorically trampled on; however, at the same time, she was starting to find Ceylon's persistence charming even if she didn't want to admit it.
\tRather than respond with violence or righteous indignation, Raven simply took in a long breath and stared Ceylon right in the eyes. “I think you should leave, now.” She simply stated.
\t“I'm sorry you feel that way.” Ceylon conceded. “Would it help if I came back with an offer of peace? Some sort of gift that proved I wasn't here to bring dishonour or disrespect?”
\tRaven didn't say another word. She just turned and walked away while deliberately swaying her hips from side to side, tail flicking her sides. The intention was to swagger and show her confidence in turning her back to Ceylon but it had the opposite effect. As she flicked her tail to the side, her vulva winked and her clit folded out to show the pink of her insides glistening in desire. This was not something she did on purpose but Ceylon's keen eyes saw every bead of fluid and fold of flesh.
\tThat brief instant painted the scene in a whole new light for Ceylon, who was able to quickly realize that Raven might have been territorial and stubbourn because she was in heat. It was that time of year and Ceylon had a bit of mare in her as well so she knew better than most just how strong-willed a mare can be when estrus came knocking. Seconds later she even smelled the faintest whiff of equine pheromones tickling her nares, further affirming her theory.
\tShe didn't outright acknowledge this but did call out to Raven in the last seconds before the mare disappeared into the underbrush of the Forest of Flowers on the opposite side of the creek. “I'll be back this afternoon with a gift. I hope you'll meet me here before sundown to accept it!” Without saying another word, Ceylon turned and headed west towards the city as she began brainstorming a dozen potential offerings that she could give Raven.
\tAt the same time, Raven stomped her hoof and shook her head as she realized – perhaps a bit too late – that was was being a little too harsh on the gryphon. Living alone in the Forest of Flowers had hardened her in ways she wasn't prepared to handle and it had affected her ability to make new friends. All she wanted was for passerby to prove that they were worth her respect before letting them head through but her pride had coaxed her into a defensive mindset.
\tInternally, she hoped Ceylon kept true to her word and came back a second time; if the gryphon returned it would prove that she was willing to put in the time and effort and might actually be worth Raven's respect. If nothing else, it would give Raven an opportunity to show her compassion to compliment her occasionally cold exterior.
\tBoth Ceylon and Raven parted ways, leaving the babbling of the brook behind them as they each approached the next step in their own unique ways. Ceylon intended to appease the mare while Raven was planning on testing the gryphon. Either way, they had quite the afternoon ahead of them.
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\tRaven spent the next hour or so pacing around the meadow that she called her home while running over the encounter with Ceylon in her mind. Was she too harsh? Was she not strict enough? Had the gryphon seen her vulva wink when she went to walk away? Was Ceylon actually going to come back? If so, what sort of peace offering could the avian bring to an equine's place of peace? All these questions and more darted through her subconscious as she struggled to not panic.
\tShe may have been stern and strong-willed, but Raven was also desperate for friendship. In her mind – one tempered over many years of living in the harsh wilderness of the east Forest of Flowers – she needed to test any and all who crossed her path. It wasn't enough to just accept that some people were kind and honourable, she needed others to prove it. They needed to earn her respect one way or another and she wouldn't accept anything less than that.
\tOf course, this meant that she was often alone and rarely made new friends but it also meant that the few friends who were there for her were the best friends a mare could ask for. In fact, she was expecting two of her closest friends to be showing up to visit, both from the eastern village just beyond the valley and the Forest of Flowers.
\tJaikonran – more cordially known as Jay – was a half-roo, half dragon of diminutive stature who happened to be one of the best when it came to deep tissue massage. He, unlike most when it came to touching a lady's body, was cordial and didn't often let his feral side take over. Not only was he well-spoken, intelligent, and polite, but he also had a gentleness that few males had; as a result he was in a very small pool of drakes and studs who's company Raven enjoyed outside of occasional rutting.
\tHer other friend – Neera – was a biped mare who ran a tavern in town. She had been friends with Raven for many years after Raven found her browsing her meadow in search of the prettiest flowers. Neera was a lover of nature and was diplomatic beyond measure; her reserved behaviour and persistence to befriend Raven had worked better than most and since then the two had grown to be quite close due to their mutual love for the Forest of Flowers and their mutual respect for each other.
\tBoth of these friends of hers came to visit often and regularly filled the role of therapist every time some fool made the mistake of intruding upon Raven's territory. If nothing else, the mare needed to vent her frustrations and few were better at doing so than Jay and Neera. Luckily, both had planned on visiting that evening and were travelling together, so when they arrived at the edges of Raven's meadow, they saw she was pacing and immediately switched to therapist mode.
\tNeera had already gathered a bundle of flowers from the approved list of species, so she held them in close and made a show of approaching the agitated mare that lived in the meadow. “Raven, darling, everything alright?” She reached out with a single flower and a smile.
\tRaven turned to her and grunted in anger, ears flattened to the back of her skull. “No!”
\tJay raised his hands to her, as if to calm her. “Whoa there, girl, we're just here to enjoy some tea and chat! No need to be angry with us. What has you upset? It's not often you're outright angry.”
\tThough it might have been offensive to treat her like that – the same way a rancher would calm a rearing stallion – the soft words of Jay and Neera worked together to calm her. The reassurance that they were her friends and on her side no matter what allowed her to shake her mane, releasing any negative thoughts that stirred in the back of her mind. They were still there, but no longer clinging to the forefront of her emotions. Once she was satisfied with her altered mind, she smiled at her friends. “Nothing big, I don't think. Just some foolish gryphon trying to invade my property en route to the eastern edge of the forest. Thinks she can just walk through without asking permission first.”
\tNeera and Jay paused to glance at each other, with Neera stepping forward to inquire. “Was this by chance a black and white gryphoness by the name of Ceylon? Pretty small, has some golden brown patches on her neck plumage?”
\t“Yes, how did you know?” Raven counted, head cocked to the side with one ear drooped. Her tail swished and pumped as she shifted her weight, somewhat agitated by Neera's quick response.
\tIt was Jay who filled in the blanks. “We met her on our way here, and I've seen her in the past. She's a really sweet girl, actually. Kinda shocked she didn't manage to convince you to let her pass; she's always been very persuasive.” He laughed to himself, rubbing his balled up fist. “Then again, it doesn't take much to coerce me into a bit of massage therapy.”
\t“What are you on about?” Raven grunted at him. “She was nothing but an arrogant, rude, agg-”
\t“She's not like that at all, sweetie.” Neera interrupted, earning a glare of scorn from Raven. “Based on what she said to us, she just wanted to pass so she could get home and didn't feel safe doing so by wing. She likes you, though.”
\tThis threw Raven off. “In what way? I wasn't exactly kind to her.”
\tJay hopped up on a nearby flower-covered log and got comfortable before answering. “Well, from what I can tell she respects you. She doesn't respect a lot of people and the fact that you stood your ground inspired her to earn your trust and respect in return.” He plucked one of the flowers – growing like a mushroom would right out of the bark of the felled trunk – and sniffed it while his muzzle tendrils caressed the petals. “Well, that's what we gathered from what she said to us in passing. She wasn't the most talkative but based on what she said I'm pretty sure that's what she meant.”
\t“She's very reclusive.” Neera added. “Which is why you probably shouldn't be so upset by her. If she was allowing herself to deal with your thorny attitude it must have been with good reason.”
\t“What reason could a gryphon have to intrude upon my lands?” Raven snorted. “She has the sky all to herself; the land is for terrestrial folk, ferals, and quads. It's bad enough that those avians used to eat our kind, now they seem content to take our territory as well? She can break a wing for all I care!” It was clear that she was somehow triggered by Ceylon's arrival, upset beyond reason.
\tNeera – the more compassionate and intuitive of the two guests, picked up on this and quickly pulled out her mini-kettle and custom-made tea bags. “Alright, let's go relax for a bit. Clearly something has got you angry, so let's figure it out and see if we can fix this. I highly doubt this gryphon deserves your rage, no matter how justified it might seem to you.” She slipped a single gem into the bottom of the kettle, which quickly heated up and started to boil the water. She then sat it down on the log next to Jay and sat on the opposite side of it with Raven standing tall and proud before them both.
\tTogether all three of them took some time to get to the root of the problem over a blend of hot beverages. Neera enjoyed an herbal tea, Jaikonran had some hot cider, and Raven enjoyed a unique blend of the same tea Neera enjoyed – which was complicated for a quadruped to drink but that didn't stop Neera and Jay from helping her out.
\tAs a result, it wasn't long at all before Raven was able to loosen up and relax a bit. The rage that had filled her upon Ceylon's invasion of her territory never went away but it was dampened a bit the longer she was able to share and vent with her 'girlfriends'. Yes, Jay was a girlfriend of sorts due to his propensity for sensitivity and his inquisitive nature.
\tIt quickly became apparent that the reason Raven found herself so angry about the situation was less about Ceylon herself and more about Raven's history defending her meadow in the valley, but it was made worse by the gryphon's persuasive insistence. This was not the first time an avian had intruded upon her land and it wouldn't be the last. As a quadruped she was fiercely territorial in the first place – something partially beyond her control, especially when in estrus – and over the past few years she had been constantly subjugated by the avian population.
\tAs far as she was concerned, her argument about the birds getting the skies and the horses getting the land were all she needed to explain herself. It was never a problem with hating the flying types of the world, but she felt that if one could fly they shouldn't be also taking the land beneath them. That was why it was so frustrating to her to potentially host a gryphon on her land and escort Ceylon through the valley. She shouldn't have to, and it felt disrespectful to her.
\tProblem was, Neera was actually on Ceylon's side in this instance.
\t“Raven, do you understand how cold weather and wind makes flight harder?” She probed in the most tentative way. She wanted to get the point across to Raven that the mare may have been more harsh than needed without making her words sound accusatory. Once she felt comfortable continuing, she did so. “This time of year is quite challenging for avians travelling, especially through mountainous regions like this. The cliffs and valleys funnel the wind currents and amplify the cold at higher altitudes which results in pretty much any attempt at flight a waste of time.”
\t“So?” Raven countered. “That's not my problem, I shouldn't have to give up my land just because some dumb gryphon can't be bothered to adapt to their surroundings.”
\tJay took a sip of his cider before butting in. “Actually, it's not so much about that, I don't think. From what I know of her, she's not the type to just take and not give back. I have no doubt in my mind that she probably felt terrible when she realized that she may have been intruding.”
\t“What makes you think she didn't know I lived here? Gryphons have amazing eyesight and I'm not exactly the most reclusive type. There's no way she didn't see me out in the fields on her many flights through the valley. No, I have no doubt she deliberately did this as an act of aggre-”
\t“No.” Jay cut her off. “I don't think that's the case at all. I mean, I can't guarantee anything – I'm not a psychic, but I am somewhat empathetic. From what little I got from her when we crossed paths in the Forest of Flowers en route to your meadow, I definitely got the impression she is desperate to prove herself to you. She's dedicated to showing you that she's not doing this with any malice.”
\tThis just made Raven grunt in disapproval. “Of course you'd say that.”
\t“Exactly. Maybe you'd do good to listen? I mean, look, Raven, you've known me long enough to know I don't mince words. I say what I mean and mean what I say and I genuinely think that you're being unreasonable here. Even based solely on what you've told us mixed with what I know about you, I'm certain you're overreacting. It just sounds like misfortune on her part and-” He paused to sniff the air, halting his thought before interjecting himself. “Are you in heat?”
\tRaven pumped her tail down to cover herself, sealing off the scent of her estrus. “What's that got to do with anything? Has no relation to this gryphon's invasion of my home.”
\tNeera casually sipped her tea. “You say that, but you know as well as I do that you get a bit more aggressive this time of year. We may not be of the same form but we're both mares, so I know I can be grumpier and on the defensive when my loins ache with desire. I don't suppose you've mated recently, have you?” She flicked her own tail and grinned with a smug smirk.
\tThis just irritated Raven, to insinuate that her seasonal needs were having such an effect. It was true and she knew it but hearing it come from someone else was aggravating beyond measure.
\tBefore she could speak in protest, Jay hopped down from the log and stepped up to her flank, pressing both hands on her left haunch. She flinched and stepped away, only to have him lean into her.
\t“What are you doing?” She grunted with her ears laid flat to the back of her skull once more.
\t“I'm going to relieve some of that tension you've got built up in ya. That's what I was coming to do in the first place, I just figure now that a more localized massage might do you some good. Now stay still a bit and I'll get to work.” He tapped her hip, testing to see if she moved. The mare stood her ground so he hopped up onto her back, facing toward her rump end. “That's what I thought. Now relax a bit, I can literally feel the tension in your back muscles.”
\tRaven lowered her head with a blush as she swished her tail once again spreading her scent. It was a feral, almost unconscious action that came with the sensation of having his fingertips pluck and caress her lower back, much like what a stallion might have done with his maw to entice her. Rather than focus or comment on what Jay was doing, she turned back to Neera with a look of defeat. “So this is what you think of me? Touch me just right and I'll melt?”
\tNeera took another sip of her tea and put it down on the log between her and the gem-powered kettle. “I don't think that, per say, but I do think it's worth a shot. You didn't tell me much, but your body language spoke volumes. It's been a while for you, and I bet that need is building up deep inside. If nothing else, I'm sure a proper bit of tension relief – no matter what form it takes – could do wonders since I know it works well for me.”
\t“So fuck the hate out of me?” Raven grunted as she felt Jay slide down her back.
\t“I'd not use that terminology, but yes. Basically. Nothing wrong with stress relief, especially if it's with a roogon who, might I remind you, can't impregnate you.” She grabbed her mug and tipped it to Raven once more with that smug look still on her face. “Worth a shot, either way. What harm could come of it? I mean, it's better than rubbing yourself on tree bark.”
\tWith a blush and a casual glance over to a nearby tree that had its bark peeled off and its soft interior core exposed, Raven realized that she had been caught, her secret revealed. Rather than deny it, she sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, lowering her head again while hoofing the ground in front of her while trying her best to not act too needy or desperate. “Fine. But if I kick you, it's not my fault.”
\t“I can take it.” Jay assured her as he started his massage, palms and fingertips kneading at her lower back and plump haunches near the base of her tail. “And if not, well, I'll haunt you forever.”
\tNeera enjoyed another sip as she crossed her legs. “This will be good for you, I'm sure. If not, well orgasms are fun regardless. You win either way; and if you refuse, well I've found myself rather hot and bothered and might steal Jay from you.” She then winked and flicked her tail over the other side of the felled, flower-covered tree trunk as she tapped her hoof on a nearby rock.
\tRaven glared at her, but then immediately relaxed a bit and shuddered a she felt Jay's deep-tissue massage easing its way down her back and over her rump end to tease her upper thighs. He remained on top of her, both legs straddling her back while leaning down and putting all of his weight into every motion. While he wasn't anywhere near her most intimate areas, that didn't stop her from lifting her tail and arching her back in order to best invite him there.
\tJay was a consummate gentleman, not diving in at the first chance he got despite how much he loved burying parts of himself in mare partners. What mattered first and foremost to him was that his partners were comfortable and happy and, above all else, capable of handling what he had to offer. There had been instances in the past of he and Raven getting intimate but they weren't all that common considering how stoic and cold she pretended to be. He knew perhaps better than anyone else how soft she was on the inside – both literally and metaphorically.
\tThis day was a day that she needed the stress relief. The season was slowly sealing the life in the forest around her and avians were, presumably, choosing to travel by foot more and more often given the wind currents and the chill in the air. Raven needed warmth and comfort now more than ever. As an empath of sorts, Jay was finely tuned to this reality and was happy to offer his services, especially since he was just as into it as she was. Before long he'd be elbow deep in her and neither would have a problem with that.
\tRaven made jokes about kicking him, jokes that only worked as jokes because she and both her guests knew that, while she was quite tolerant of anyone who proved themselves to her and was willing to put in the appropriate effort to earn her trust, she still had a reputation for being nasty to those who crossed her; the juxtaposition was to assert that, by being behind her, Jay would cross that line. In reality, Jay was one of the few studs she trusted to lift her tail and not deserve a kick. He was, as she often reminded herself, in it to bring her pleasure more than himself.
\t That was something that mattered to Raven. With the right partners she was more than happy to help them out in any way possible but she also expected the same in return. Too many males – mostly dragons and stallions – wanted only to use her for their pleasure and then move on. Mares had a reputation for being exceptionally slutty and needy compared to others, especially in heat, and that was something that both Raven and Neera tried to avoid. It was a topic of conversation both had engaged in on multiple occasions so they both knew and understood each other's stance on the matter.
\tWhich made it even more interesting that Neera was so keen on offering Jay to Raven as a sort of peacemaker. Though, on deeper introspection, it wasn't hard to understand that since they were both mares they would be intrinsically linked to one another. They just understood one another and barely felt a need to communicate; if Neera was ornery from her seasonal desires then it stood to reason that Raven might also be subject to those carnal instincts.
\tIn this situation, as well as many others, she was right. That was why Neera was so confident about casually sipping her tea while watching Jay give a thorough and fierce back rub from his position upon her and aimed at her hindquarters. He was very good at what he did, remarkably skilled with his hands without sacrificing any of the tact and compassion he had been known to offer.
\tAll the while, Raven kept her head down and her tail up as her vulva winked, folding outward and revealing her clit to nobody. With Jay on her back and Neera in front of her she knew none could see what she was offering but she also knew that her scent – that which she could not control – would better spread itself and be caught by Jay's nostrils if she winked and swished her tail about.
\t“I hate that you're right about this, Neera.” She growled after a series of juicy, messy clit-winks. “I get that you're just trying to help but there are few things as...embarrassing than realizing that sex is somehow a solution.” She felt terrible saying it aloud, but the words acted as a valve that released some of her inner tension and encouraged her to relax more; enough that she felt her loins swell in desire as blood pumped to her lips and her passage worked overtime to lubricate itself.
\tJay leaned back to pat her on the neck. “Girl, you should never feel bad about allowing pleasure into your life. If sexual tension is what's causing your grumpiness, then I can't imagine a better way to alleviate that tension than by sharing yourself with someone you trust.” He turned back to her haunches and scooted towards her hips, wrapping his fingers around her rump cheeks to part her lips without ever touching her vulva. Doing so coaxed her to tense up her lower back and pull her tail to the side, essentially releasing a cloud of her aroma to his nose.
\tNeera didn't need to say a single word in response to this. She just bowed her head and offered a toast with her tea before taking another sip and grinning broadly. Slowly, she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to sniff the air, having sampled the faintest whiff of Raven's arousal. Only then did she feel the need to comment. “Wow, you really are in season, aren't you?”
\t“Shut up.” Raven grunted as she turned her head to avoid eye contact, loins tensing up again as her depths squeezed in place and forced out a dollop of her thick, viscous lubricant over her clit and down between her legs onto the flower-rich grasses beneath her.
\tJay tried his best to reach out and catch a bit of the natural fluid before it escaped him but missed. This frustrated him a bit so he hopped off her back to reposition himself up under her tail in order to ensure that he'd catch every bit that escaped her, be it with his hands or his mouth. From there, he focused his hands on squeezing one leg at a time, wrapping fingers and thumbs around her thighs to rub up and down as if he were stroking a dragon's member. This was to bring her pleasure and show his value by focusing on foreplay without just diving in.
\tThough, with her tail up and legs spread and plump insides exposed to him every time she winked her clit at him, it was hard to not do exactly that. Jay loved few things more than burying himself to the elbow in pussy or rump that could handle his worst. Passionate or not, the reality was that, as far as he was concerned, today her pleasure mattered so much more than his own. That was why he remained clothed even as his cock grew hard and his balls inflated to the size of softballs in anticipation of what might come next.
\tIt wasn't until she shifted her weight and arched her back so that her pussy was practically gaping and opened up above his snout that he felt it might have been time to focus his attention there. However, his desire for balance ensured he didn't do so until he moved to her right leg and gave its upper thigh – both inside and out – the same attention he'd given her left. While he stood there, practically mounting her leg from behind, she winked once more and spurted out a single strand of her arousal that trickled over her clit and flopped out towards him.
\tHungry and horny, he gaped his maw to collect it on his tongue. Once he closed his jaws and started rubbing the silken strand of her arousal around the inside of his mouth, he noticed there was a stringy bridge of female ejaculate extended from her lips to his. Still eager for more he sucked it up and lapped at its drooping length until his snout pressed up under her tail, smearing her natural fluids all over his muzzle. When their lips touched, Jay wrapped both his hands around her hips to pull her in for a passionate kiss, one that got his tongue deeply involved in between muscle contractions that practically forced her plump clit onto his tongue.
\tHe sucked and plucked at her flesh with his lips and teeth, careful to not hurt her while also remaining intense and vigorous in every way he knew and understood mares to require. He had done his job by warming her up with a deep and firm massage easing his way from the small of her back and over her haunches to her thighs before getting a taste of her for himself, as any gentleman should. Only then was he confident taking the next step by sliding his hands around her shapely rump and parting her lips, gaping her wide and deep before literally burying his muzzle inside her.
\tGiven their difference in size – with him being relatively short compared to a rather tall Neera and an appropriately sized Raven – his muzzle functioned as a short but thick cock by plunging in and out of her. He paused in between each bob of his head to lap up any of her fluids and swallow them down, eager to not let a single drop of her hit the ground. As a result, he ended up soaked to the point he could barely see but that didn't slow him down; in fact, having the lubricant soaking him through the fur and to the flesh only ensured him less resistance as he used his muzzle to fill and please the mare.
\tStill in a position of uncharacteristic submission, Raven kept her head down as she struggled to decide who she was going to focus on. With Jay's muzzle parting her lips and tickling her just right she wanted to focus on him, to reward him for warming her up and appropriately focusing on her most intimate region with near clinical precision – she couldn't imagine anyone hitting the right spots and switching things up with much better timing – she also wanted to see what Neera was doing.
\tWhen she finally mustered enough of her self control, most of it was lost the moment she gave into Jay's physical attention, she glanced up at Neera to see her biped mare friend had stripped down herself, presumably to join in on the fun.
\tNeera was still sitting on the log but her legs were parted and her clothes were folded up next to her opposite the kettle. She had one hand back on a ridge of bark for balance while her other hand was buried between her thighs, two fingers slipped into herself, having parted her chestnut folds to tease her equally juicy and plump cherry insides.
\t“N-Neera, what are you doing?” Raven grunted as she struggled against the pleasure that Jay offered her. She wanted to articulate her thoughts but lacked the state of mind to share; as a result she found herself unable to clarify how out of character it was to see Neera fully nude and indulging herself in the meadow that Raven called her home. Most of the time, Neera was more reserved and almost serene when spending time in the Forest of Flowers; she rarely let her carnal instincts take over.
\tLuckily, the relationship the two mares shared over the prior years tipped Neera off to the nature of Raven's inquiry, so she responded. “What? It's the same season for all mares, Raven. I'm allowed to indulge myself, too, and seeing Jay work his magic on you makes me desire the same for myself. It's far easier to fantasize when I don't even need my imagination to visualize-” She stopped before she could finish, curling another finger into herself while pressing her clit to her palm with her thumb. “I think you get what I'm trying to say. When you're done with him, I want him for myself.”
\tRaven shuddered and glanced back, only seeing Jay from the neck down as he continued to lick and thrust his muzzle into her. She wanted more but knew there was no way he'd try to fit his whole head inside so she lightly stomped her foot to get his attention.
\t“Wh-what is it?” He asked after jerking his muzzle from her depths and leaning around her flank to catch yer gaze. Only then did he see that Neera was nude as well; he hadn't heard their brisk conversation so he hadn't absorbed the implications that came from them both. Once he figured it out he figured that this was as good a time as any to peel out of his button-up shirt and shorts. Once nude he tossed them close to the log and stood defiantly, balls swelling larger than before in growing anticipation. “Oh, okay then. So you're next?”
\tIn a moment of unrestrained need, Raven grunted and stepped back, nearly knocking Jay off balance as she practically ground her plump lips against his muzzle. “Less talking, more massage.”
\tThis was code for using his hands inside her. A request – nay, a demand – that Jay had no intentions of neglecting. Within seconds of her positioning herself above him, he looked up and opened his maw while sliding each of his palms up against her inner cheeks and prying her open. As a result of her excessive arousal, her loose and ready depths widened with a guttural squelch as her walls parted from each other. Only then did he give her clit a lick and a suck before sinking one fist into her.
\tRaven threw her head back and shifted her weight on each of her hooves, not quite prepared for the sudden and intense sensation of having his hand elbow deep inside her. She figured that's what would end up happening but was preparing for a more gradual insertion! Given this, she had to struggle to not instinctively kick, holding onto her wits for only a few seconds before the sensations dulled to a feeling of pure, unfettered pleasure. The pressure of his knuckles against her anterior wall made her weak in the hindquarters and her vulva soaked with delight.
\tWhile idly hoofing at the ground and tossing her head without ever raising her gaze from the flowers in front of her, Raven was able to focus on every little thing that Jay did inside her. He was not in this for his own pleasure, nor was he acting like most males would when smothered in mare flesh. On the contrary, he continued his methodical tactics by using his fingertips, the base of his thumb, and the heel of his palm to hit every sensitive spot inside her. He wasn't fisting her, he was massaging her.
\tFrom inside, thus a truly deep tissue massage.
\tThe more he worked, the weaker she grew. Despite her best efforts to maintain her composure, Jay's experienced hand was doing a number on her. He lightly pumped his arm in and out while balling his fist up and extending all of his fingers, rhythmically grinding his knuckles against her G-spot before pulling out and tenderizing her flesh near her opening. Before long, she found herself quivering and shuddering in delight along with every single stroke and twist of his arm, a gradual deluge of arousal gushing out from between his forearm and her plump lips, soaking his chest and her clit all at once.
\tBut despite her clearly having reached her apex, Jay knew to not stop. There was still so much more pleasure he could coax out of her and this was the best time to do so. As she grunted and arched her back and flagged her tail, he pushed in harder and curled his wrist to put the most pressure on her G-spot, practically forcing another gush of her ejaculate out onto his face and chest, soaking him. The longer he kept the pressure on her anterior wall, the longer her orgasm extended. The pleasure never receded, not until she gave up and stepped away, pulling her flesh off his arm with a guttural squelch followed by an audible sputtering as the last bits of air escaped her.
\tHer knees were weak and her every step threatened to topple her but that didn't stop her from finding a comfortable spot near the tree with the bark removed. There, she lifted her tail, arched her back, and let loose a gooey mess of fluid from her depths that splashed in a puddle and was quickly absorbed by the dirt.
\t“Aw, come on!” Jay protested with jovial enthusiasm. “That could have been in my face!”
\t“S-sorry.” Raven said as she glanced back at him. “I wasn't thinking about that.” This was very exposed and very unlike Raven, so she quickly pumped her tail back down to cover herself up.
\tNeera nickered her approval before turning to Jay. “Don't worry, watching you got me worked up and I think you can have some of me.” She smiled as she spread her lips, exposing her cherry pink insides. “If you still have enough in ya to go another round.”
\t“Another round? Girl I'm still on my first round.” He glanced down at his swollen balls – now the size of footballs – and shrugged, showing how nonchalant he was about it all. He was horny of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't make jokes.
\tWith a curl of her finger to beckon him and one final squeeze of her clit, Neera coaxed Jay over to her and rolled onto her belly, tail up and legs spread to expose her plump, chestnut-coloured lips. “Well come on, mate! I see you need a release and you did your job with Raven so now it's only fair you get some yourself.” She then bent her knees since he was so much shorter than she was.
\tAt the same time, Raven tentatively trotted over to the opposite end of the felled tree trunk so that she was facing Neera, rump away from her two guests to hide the fact that she was still leaking.
\tIn an effort to keep the mood casual, Neera flicked her tail and rested her chin on her palm, propped up on the tree trunk. “So, Raven. Tell me now that you've been given a proper release: How do you feel about Ceylon passing through here next time she tries? If she tries, that is.”
\tRaven watched as Jay stumbled over his swollen balls to get to behind Neera, not wanting to comment or focus on that since she was still feeling aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her hindquarters. Then, as she tried her best to re-contextualize what was going on in her head when the gryphon visited she came to the conclusion that she was definitely being needlessly harsh. She wasn't wrong, in that her logic held to scrutiny, but she was being unreasonable by associating her fears and frustrations with a random avian who was otherwise being very polite, all things considered.
\tShe slowly shook her head in a sort of unfocused approval. “Alright, yeah. Sure. Seems you may have been right and my seasonal needs may have been messing with my ability or will to reason properly. Looking back on it, I may have been overreacting. That said, she wasn't being the most reasonable either; that gryphon was so entitled, acting like she-”
\t“Hold up.” Neera interjected. “Is this grumpy pre-mating Raven talking or relaxed, relieved Raven talking? It sounds like you're letting your emotions from before dictate what you think now.”
\tAfter contemplating for a bit longer she came to admit that, indeed, she was letting her prior emotions paint her current reactions. The thought of being proved wrong, even when all the evidence was there, was not something Raven was often prepared to deal with. Nobody likes to be wrong. “I suppose. So what do I do? How do I make it up to her? What if she never comes back?”
\tFrom behind Neera, Jay raised his lubricant-smothered hand. “Actually, I'm quite certain she will be coming back. When we met her en route she did make it clear she had intentions of returning with a gift as some sort of peace offering. Said she felt like she had to prove herself even if you chose to not let her through. Like, as an apology for offending you.”
\tNeera and Raven both twisted their necks to give him a look. Neera even flicked her ear at him. “And you didn't think this was something that you could have said earlier?”
\t“I thought I did. You were there with me, why didn't you say anything?”
\t“Because I was busy picking flowers at the time.” Neera said with a bit of a giggle. “By the way, Raven, have I complimented your territory lately? The season really brings out the best colors in the Forest of Flowers. Now every leaf and fern is pink or red, just like the flowers.” She was going to say more but gasped and arched her back as Jay finally started his work on her backside. Much like Raven's massage, Jay was taking his time by caressing her rump cheeks, parting her lips, kneading her thighs, and teasing the base of her tail.
\tOf course, Neera wasn't anywhere near as reserved or self-conscious about getting dick as Raven, and as such she was able to urge Jay on while only paying half of her attention to him. “Don't be shy, sir. I'm not some gentle soul who needs to be warmed up and loosened before you have a go.” She then turned back to Raven. “And what have we learned?”
\tAt that exact moment, Jay pressed his palm against Neera's lips and curled his fingers into her, parting her lips and cradling her clit as he got rough with her, burying his muzzle under her tail and wrapping his other hand around her thigh to keep her in place. From there, he was able to easily open her up and slide his fist into her. Only once his knuckles passed her lips did she turn and scold him.
\t“Hun, I told you that you don't have to warm me up. Fists are nice but nothing compares to cock and, uh-” She paused to glance down at his massive, twin balls. “Well, I'd much rather feel that in me.”
\tHis fist remained inside her and he gave a clench to grind his knuckles against her G-spot. Then, once he pulled out with a sensual glide of his fingertips over her clit, he motioned at the top of his head to emphasize his height. “You're a bit taller than me and I don't exactly have a crate to mount you. If you want cock you're gonna have to work with me here.”
\t“Oh, right.” she said with a giggle before turning back around so that she was leaning on the log, squatting next to it with her arms on the top of it. From there, with her legs spread and pussy dripping into the grass, she craned her neck to keep eye contact with Raven. “So as I was saying, in the future try to be a bit more amicable towards strangers. Keep your guard up and all, but believe it or not most of the gryphons I know are quite attracted to horses; both mares and stallions.”
\tRaven trotted around the felled log to continue watching as Jay got into position, grabbing his cock head and aiming it between Neera's lips. She wanted to say something, to respond to Neera's suggestion, but found it quite distracting to watch Jay work his magic. It was just stirring up immediate memories in her mind that made her loins ache for more.
\tIt was actually Jay who broke the awkward silence. “Ladies, I don't mean to be a buzzkill but it's very distracting to have you carrying on a conversation right now. I mean, I'm a big boy, if you're not into this, Neera, I'm okay with jerking off while you finger yourself or something. I can take care of myself if need be.” As he spoke, he kept his cock inside her, its length throbbing and his balls pulsating.
\tNeera grabbed him by the cheek and cradled him there while thumbing at the base of his whisker-tendril, smiling as she did so. “Oh, don't be like that, Jay! I wouldn't dare make you take care of yourself, I just wanted to clear some things up with my girl here before we got too involved. I'm sure you understand, since she's your friend, too.”
\t“I do.” He confessed, then slowly pulled out while leaving her dripping with her own arousal. “Just not sure it's best for the overall mood to be doing both at the same time.”
\t“Agreed. Come on, let's get you taken care of before we get back to having girl time.” Neera insisted as she rolled over onto her hands and knees with tail up and rump waggling at him. “We'll be nice and quick, just like a stallion. I don't need hours of passion to get off.” She then winked both her eye and her clit at him at the same time before bending down and pressing her face against the ground, acting submissive in the same way Raven had prior.
\tJay, though pretty apprehensive about the call to arms and demands made of him, had no problem diving back in for a second attempt. The difference in size – which was almost comical – had him standing on his feet while she was on her hands and knees, and he still struggled to reach her plump pussy lips. After tapping her haunches to get her to lower herself, she spread her knees and arched her back, pushing her loins down onto him while he aimed himself into her.
\tAll at once he managed to bury every inch of his shaft in her folds, the core heat of her body quickly pushing him to a level of sensitivity he wasn't expecting. Mares were hot to the touch, but his cock wasn't prepared for her to be so tender, so throbbing hot. He grabbed the base of her tail and started to pump, using those powerful leg muscles of his to buck into her with the sort of vigour usually offered by a stallion. As he slapped his hips against hers, he grunted and growled in delight as her depths squeezed him and her clit winked to tease at the base of his member, spewing fluid on his balls.
\tEverything seemed fine and dandy – with Jay fully expecting to be pounding her for an extended period of time given his propensity for long sessions – until she clenched so tight he nearly bent his dick in half on his next thrust! Her walls constricted him so thoroughly that he nearly came within seconds, the aggressive increase in pressure and heat and the throbbing of her walls holding him tight very quickly overwhelmed him to the point he felt he had to pull out to resist.
\tHowever, as soon as she felt him withdrawing his member from her lips, she nickered in protest. “Hey, what do you think you're doing, Jay? That's no way to treat a mare!”
\t“What do you mean? I'm giving you the attention you deserve, I'm not going to just mount and run; if I had it my way I'd be elbow deep and massaging you for hours before I dared mount you! I ju-”
\tShe pumped her tail to slap him on the chest with the base of it. “I literally just told you to go ahead and finish up. I'm sure you'll go shoulder deep some time, some day, but today is not that day. I saw those balls fill and grow the more aroused you got and right now all I want is to feel the heat of your seed filling me. Come on, drake, I want it all!”
\tThis was not the sort of woman Jay was used to. Most of his encounters were long, drawn out affairs wherein he massaged and caressed and loosened them up first, sometimes never even mounting them in order to get his own pleasure. To him, his partners always came first. Yet Neera was oddly demanding of him, aggressive in her commands and without a hint of reservation.
\tIn many ways, this was beyond arousing to Jay. He loved a powerful woman, a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to demand it. This resurgence overcame his usual need to remain reserved, forcing him to once again grab the base of her tail and his cock before sinking himself deep inside her, hips to hips as he struggled against her clenching walls.
\tLittle did he know that Neera was just as shocked by his temperature as he was of hers. The sensation of a warm – perhaps even hot – cock and balls pressed against and into her was unlike any stallion or gryphon she had ever experienced. Under most circumstances, at least those not tethered by an actual issue she needed to worry about, she would have loved to get the extended care session Jay offered Raven, with fingers and tongues and fists and eventual cock to finish up. However, given the circumstances and the fact that she really wanted to get back to enjoying tea with Raven in the mare's time of need combined with the shocking revelation of Jay's increased body heat made her crave cum.
\tNot just any cum, either. Roogon cum. She imagined the sting of heat as it filled her, the warmth it would spread throughout her nethers as he pumped her womb full of it. Every fantasy and every potential sensation hit her at once as the two bucked and rocked back and forth against one another, with Jay thrusting into her with precision and she clenched and pushed back in perfect time with his motions. She winked her clit and used her exceptional core strength to squeeze him tight, ready to take and keep any of the mess he made inside when that finally happened.
\tPerhaps he was prepared this time and therefore able to control himself better, but Neera quickly found that he wasn't finishing as fast as she would like. In an effort to coax – no, to suck – the cum from him, she started arching her spine and alternately clenching with each pull away, practically gripping him by the base and pulling out towards his tip as her walls clenched around him.
\tThis seemed to work. Less than a minute of this rhythmic, precision mounting passed before his motions became erratic, his cock throbbing and twitching as a precursor to his inevitable explosion.
\tAll at once he dug his claws into her haunches and held her close to him, sealing the space between them as his massive balls pumped spurt after spurt of his seed deep into her. In response to this sudden and intense ejaculation, her walls clenched even tighter and seemed to undulate inward, sucking more and holding it inside. She clearly wanted it all and the extra pressure further accentuated his pleasure, coaxing more and more until he noticed a distinguished shrinking in his ball size.
\tMuch to her delight, his offering of seed was a voluminous as she had hoped. The heat of the creamy strands of fluid tickled her just right even as bits of it seeped out of her; most ended up in her womb, cervix partially gaped to allow it in due to her level of arousal and the time of year.
\tTogether they grunted and whimpered as almost every drop of his essence drained into her. Even with their difference in size there was a noticeable distention in her belly as her womb inflated with his seed. She was so efficient with her muscle control – the mark of a pure expert – that when he pulled out half flaccid, only a few small drops escaped her and trickled down over her clit.
\tDrops that Jay happily lapped up and swallowed. If she wished to not waste, then he wouldn't either. As a gentleman, it was his responsibility to ensure his partners were clean and content in equal measure, he wouldn't dare let his mess spread to the ground between them.
\tThen, once she was sure she had gotten all of it, she fell forward onto her slightly bloated belly, tail up and hips angled just right to expose her chestnut lips and the creamy white that slowly seeped out of her thanks to the pressure on her lower abdomen. As a result, Jay practically dove at her to keep licking up the emerging mess, mostly ignoring her protests as he was sure to give her the attention she needed. Right now, more than anything, she needed a cleanup crew thanks to how much he left in her.
\tAfter that, while she regained her composure, Neera and Raven had another heart to heart over tea while the three of them remained naked. Jay returned to the log next to Neera and couldn't take his eyes off her somewhat bloated belly, proud of what he did to the larger woman. He continually offered to get down on his knees in front of her if she wanted to relax a bit, clean her up, but she insisted on keeping it inside. She said it felt nice and the temperature emanated through her every time the fluid sloshed about in her womb.
\tThe issue of Ceylon didn't come up again – that conflict was resolved before Jay and Neera had their quickie – but that didn't stop the three of them from chattering on about everything else in their lives. Neera was gathering flowers for some teas and potpourri she was making that she planned on putting in her office, Jay was doing a bunch of different things on the side and was planning on returning to the meadow in the near future to hang out with raven in a one on one setting. Not for sex, but to follow up with her and see if Ceylon ever did return.
\tInterestingly enough, once the two guests finally did leave, Neera decided it might be in her best interest to offer Jay a job at the Near and Dear. Given his unique talents and interest in pleasing others, he would have been a perfect candidate for live sex shows. If nothing else he would have made for a perfect creampie artist.
\tBut that wasn't the focal point of Raven's concerns. With her friends gone and her spirits – as well as her tail – lifted, she was prepared to deal with anything, especially polite and kind gryphons.