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The sun had set hours ago, leaving the bright moon to reign in its stead, forcing its light down upon the land. Twisted trees reached into the skies, pushing between massive boulders and rocky ground, spreading their gnarled limbs outwards. A harsh wind shot through what trees it could reach, making the branches and leaves tremble with the force of it. The wind halted its aggressive approach as it reached the base of a large mountain, spreading to either side before the bulk of such a thing.

Around half way up the mountain was a large plateau, long grass covering it where it had managed to worm its way through the large smooth rocks. A small lake rested in the middle, fed from whatever rain it managed to catch, and in turn feeding what vegetation could reach it. On the opposite side of the lake was a small cave, though it wasn't made of stone. Instead, it looked as if a large tree had fallen, creating a hollow against the side of the mountain.

Farren lay curled up in his cave, hiding beneath his fluffy wings in an attempt to ward off the cold. His wings were covered in large black feathers, racing down his back in a small trail, stopping just above his hips. His head was covered in bright white feathers, which almost looked to be fur instead. His hips were covered in a smooth brown fur, running down his legs and covering his dextrous tail. Farren's front paws were dark yellow, looking to be talons from a distance, but instead being covered in the same soft fur as his rear half.

His eyelids twitched as he found himself running through a large plain of soft grass in his sleep, jumping around and playing with other gryphons, grappling and wrestling with them. The gryphons around him seemed surprisingly willing to play with him, and he found himself chasing them through the grass, revelling in how much fun he was having. Suddenly though, in the blink of an eye, the grassy plains were gone. The gryphons he had been playing with already fading from his memory. He lifted a wing off of his face, looking around, letting out a huff as he realised he was in his cave.

He found things much too boring by himself, but whenever he tried to explore, he would find some dragon or pack of aggressive gryphons that would chase him off. Every now and then he would find himself with a visitor up on his plateau, but they never stayed for long. Once he had even had the chance to see some humans, though he regretted it much. He had wanted to see if they would play with him, and in return they had poked one of his wings with a sharp silver stick, making loud noises at him while he ran back to his cave. That had been a while ago, and he had had much better guests since then.

There had been a dragon once, and they had been peaceful enough, even though they just lay around the lake the whole time they were there. Farren remembered seeing the dragon, wondering what it would be like not to be covered in his feathers and fur. Wouldn't it get cold for them? Maybe dragons were just more adapted for cold weather. Farren shook the memories from his head, slowly getting to his feet and stretching, a quick shiver shooting through his body before he started crawling out of the small entrance to his cave. The soft dirt felt nice under his paws as he made his way towards the lake, hoping to relieve himself of the dry throat he was suffering from.

He barely needed to open his eyes to know where he was going, having made the short walk to the lake many times before, and soon found himself crouching down at the edge of it, his small tongue slipping out of his beak. The water was cool and refreshing, even in the cold air that the night had brought with it. Farren let out a quiet rumble as he tried to bring his mind back to what he was dreaming about, but it seemed that the harder he tried to remember the less he did. He gave up eventually, instead focussing on drinking.

Once he was done he rolled over onto his back, holding his paws out in front of him while he looked up at the stars. He had always liked the stars, and decided that now was as good a time as any to go for a fly. He rolled back onto his paws, walking steadily forwards until he came to the nearly vertical wall that was the end of the plateau. Without a second though Farren threw himself off the edge, his wings quickly snapping out the catch the wind beneath them. The first few seconds were filled with the drumming of Farren's heavy wing beats, keeping him from falling to the ground far below.

Farren let out a loud caw, expressing his joy to be soaring through the skies. The wind felt great against his feathers and his face clearly showed how much he was enjoying himself. He didn't really have a plan on where he was going to fly to, just enjoying himself instead. He let the wind guide him through the skies, twisting and turning in the air, diving through what little clouds he managed to reach. He only realised how long he had been flying when he started to get hungry. There were large expanses of plains beneath him, and he thought that it wouldn't be too hard to find something to eat on them.

His paws thudded softly beneath him as he made contact with the ground. Farren stumbled forwards a few steps before he managed to balance himself, his front paws spread wide in front of him and his wings held out to either side of his body. The grass didn't look to be too long, which meant that surely there was something that had been eating it. Without much more thought on the matter Farren started walking across the large expanse of grass, keeping his eyes open for something that could help sate his hunger. Normally, he would just eat what fish lived in the lake outside his home, but he was too far away to think about eating them.

Instead, he would have to hunt for his food. It had been a long time since Farren had attempted to hunt anything, and he found himself trying to remember what signs to look for. His tail was slowly swaying back and forth behind him as he walked, brushing against the grass under him, making the tip flick every now and then. It didn't take him long to find signs of life on the plains, a large paw print sunk into the soft soil. Farren had to think for a moment. Was there anything he could eat with paws that big?

He quickly dismissed the idea. The paw print was bigger even than his own, though he wasn't a very large gryphon. Maybe that was what it was, another gryphon in the area, which had left a paw print behind. Farren found himself quickly becoming excited by the thoughts of finding another gryphon. Even as he thought about how nice it would be to play with another of his kind disappointment started to set in. They would probably chase him away anyway, just like the others he had met away from his home. Even so, the good far outweighed the bad for Farren, and he found himself quickly setting off in the direction of the paw prints.

There wasn't a direct trail of them, and Farren found himself lost more than a few times trying to follow the trail. The gryphon that left the footprints wasn't heading in a straight line, and Farren was sure that the tracks had circled back on themselves at least once. He decided to take a break after an hour or so of walking, the moon slowly descending as time passed. While he rested his sore paws, Farren tried to make out more of his surroundings.

The plain he was on was massive, but even so he could see a large forest stretching out across the horizon. Whoever he was tracking was probably in there. Farren thought about flying straight to the forest, only to find himself disagreeing with the thought. Even if he flew all the way to the forest, how would he find the paw prints again? He let out a loud sigh as he got back to his feet, looking around for the next paw print that would lead him.

High above Farren, hidden in the darkness of the night, was Inrall, watching the intruder in his territory. Were the gryphon to look up, they would probably see the moonlight reflected from their bright green scales. Instead they looked as if they were tracking something. It took Inrall a moment to realise that they were following his tracks. They were hunting him. The green dragon's heart thundered in his chest as he tried to think of why the gryphon was hunting him. They looked small, even from a distance, and Inrall knew that they must be a scout, for a larger force of gryphons.

He took a moment to decide what to do, before folding his wings tightly against himself, plummeting down towards the unsuspecting gryphon. Farren had barely made it a few steps from where he had been lying when he found himself looking for the next paw print that he could follow. He heard something above him, and looked up just in time to see the massive form of a dragon come crashing down on top of him. Farren let out a loud _screech_as he was slammed into the ground, trying to cover himself from this new threat.

He held his wings across his body the best that he could, hoping that they would save him from serious injury. Inrall let loose a thunderous roar, which seemed to visibly shake the gryphon beneath him with its force. It was only after his maw shut that he realised the gryphon was trembling, their chest heaving up and down rapidly. Inrall made ready to finish the gryphon, but as he raised his paw to bring it down upon them, he realised that they weren't even trying to escape, let alone fight. It was almost as if they weren't expecting to find him. But then why were they following his tracks?

Farren felt unable to move beneath the dragon, his mind completely blank aside from the potent fear that coursed through it. He should try to escape, he knew, but he couldn't bring himself to move. He had seen what sort of damage a dragon could do before, and he knew that he had little enough chance to survive even if he tried to run. He eyes remained clenched shut, even as he felt the weight of the dragon start to pull away from him. Farren let out a cry as he felt Inrall's paw grab one of his wings, expecting it to be broken or something of the sort.

No pain came though. It almost seemed as if the dragon was being gently with him. Was that it? Was this dragon going to make him suffer before ending him? Farren cried out again at the through, trying to bring his wing back to shield himself. He felt the paw that had been holding it release its grip. Farren curled himself into a ball as tightly as he could, desperately trying to get his thoughts moving. Inrall felt guilty looking down at the gryphon. It looked to be barely two thirds as large as he was. He had expected a fight. He thought that even as he descended onto the gryphon its claws would rake along his sides. Yet things seemed to be going much differently than he had thought.

Inrall had fought gryphons before, but never once had he seen one cower like this. He stepped back a few steps as he continued to examine the gryphon. Was there cause to why it was acting this way? Surely a gryphon wouldn't be so scared of a dragon. Perhaps it was cast out from a nest. Maybe it had even come to him for help. Inrall felt himself becoming distressed as he thought about it. He had never harmed a creature that had come looking for help before. In fact, he had saved more than a few dragons that had been found in the plains, wasting away from hunger.

And here he stood now, standing above a trembling gryphon. Was this the sort of dragon he was now? Farren felt his breath catch in his throat as the dragon moved closer to him, their paws thumping on the grass as if to alert him of their presence. Farren's body trembled harder, looking as if he was facing the worst cold he had known. His breathing still hadn't resumed, and his vision was beginning to swim. If he didn't take a breath soon, he would find himself unconscious before the dragon. But would that be so bad? Surely it would be better than finding out what was going to happen to him.

With his mind set, Farren finally found movement again. Not much, but enough for what he had planned. Lifting his chest beneath his wing, Farren pushed his head under it, hoping to cut off his air supply so that he wouldn't have to face the horrors that the dragon would unleash upon him. He felt the dragon's paw push down against his shoulder, and exhaled what little air was left in his lungs. Inrall shook the gryphon, trying to get their attention, to show that he didn't mean to harm them. He expected them to at least turn their head to look at him, but instead they seemed set to ignore him.

Inrall knew it was because they were frightened, or weak. It was hard to tell whether or not this gryphon had eaten in the past week. He pushed down a little harder on their shoulder with his paw, poking his snout around their wing to try and get their attention, or at least see their face. All he found was feathers though, a big fluffy pile of feathers. Inrall quickly pulled his head back when Farren's body jerked upwards. Farren couldn't help himself. He pushed his body up, desperately pulling air into his lungs. He just didn't have the will power to lie there, denying himself air.

He let out a weak chirp at the sight of the dragon. Farren just lowered his head, waiting for the dragon to attack him. Inrall was confused now. Why did the gryphon look so breathless? They looked as if they had just run from one end of the plain to the other. He stepped closer again, pushing his snout against their head, hoping to convey that he didn't mean them harm. From what he could see, the gryphon had their eyes clenched shut. Inrall unfolded one wing, easily spreading it across the gryphon, moving over so that he was sitting next to them. Their feathers felt soft against his hard scales, and he let out a quiet rumble, making them finally turn their head.

Farren finally opened his eyes again, blinking rapidly a few times to adjust to the light, before looking over at the dragon. He was confused as to what was happening. They had attacked him, and now they were sitting with him as if they were friends? He couldn't comprehend how this dragon was thinking. Maybe it thought that he was someone else? Farren hoped that was the case, that the whole thing was a misunderstanding. In any case, all he felt like doing right now was going back to his home, to lie down and pretend this whole thing never happened.

The dragon seemed to have other plans though, as Farren soon found himself being pushed forwards, his paws stumbling around beneath him at the unexpected movement. Farren looked over at the dragon, to try and see what they were doing. Maybe they had changed their mind again, and were just making him walk back to their home so that they wouldn't have to drag his body. Inrall seemed to sense the gryphon's thoughts, rubbing his snout against their neck, hoping to comfort them as much as he could. He had food back at his cave that he was more than willing to share.

It didn't take long before they were both moving forwards, walking next to each other. Inrall had to shorten his steps so as not to overtake the small gryphon, who was finally starting to look a little better. Farren had finally started to calm down, his thoughts running through his head. The dragon wouldn't make him walk all the way back to their home to hurt him would they? They seemed to be gentle enough anyway. Farren thought about trying to fly away for a while, but decided that the dragon would easily catch him. The walk to Inrall's cave was shorter than Farren had expected, though he didn't know how long he had been walking.

The sun was just starting to show itself when they reached the edge of the forest, Inrall's cave sitting barely off of the plain. It looked to be a crudely made thing, dug into the side of a small hill, but the inside was complete stone. Farren picked up the scent of blood as he entered, and panicked slightly before he noticed the deer carcass in one corner. He had all but forgotten his hunger until now, and looked over to Inrall, hoping for a sign that he would be allowed to eat. Inrall nodded his head when Farren looked over to him, gesturing towards the deer with his snout. Farren needed no convincing, and found himself nearly leaping across the room to the deer.

He had been much hungrier before, before he found his home for instance. He had eaten barely enough to survive. But now, he could barely restrain himself, trying not to appear greedy as he began picking at the deer. Perhaps it was the fear that had made him so hungry? Farren didn't know, and didn't care. He couldn't remember eating anything half this good in forever. It wasn't just the taste of the deer that he was enjoying, but the taste of kindness as well. Even though he had met the dragon in bad circumstances, he was already warming up to them.

Farren didn't eat much, and found himself with a spring in his step as he made his way back over to the dragon, who had been watching him eat. Maybe they would be willing to play? Farren longed to find himself chasing around someone else, and tried to get the dragon to play with him. He crouched down lightly, his tail flicking back and forth wildly behind him, before springing forward. Inrall was surprised to see Farren lunging at him, but instead of trying to duck or move, instead he just spread his front paws slightly.

When Farren hit him, it felt like he had jumped into a tree trunk, and he shook his head a little. Inrall looked to have barely moved at all, holding himself up proudly. Farren tried jumping at him again, but was met with the same treatment. It was clear that he wasn't going to be able to play with the green dragon. He thought it would be nicer to show his thanks than continue jumping at them. Farren approached Inrall slowly, running his beak along the side of the dragon's head before pushing his head against Inrall's neck. Inrall didn't know what was happening, but it felt nice. It had been some time since he had felt anything as soft as a gryphon's feathers, and revelled at the feeling of them dragging across his scales.

Farren noticed Inrall's reaction to his feathers, and decided to indulge the dragon, rubbing his head against their neck and shoulders. Inrall let out a pleased rumbling noise as Farren continued his rubbing, slowly making his way further down Inrall's body, pressing more of his own body against the larger dragon. Farren was enjoying to contact as well, feeling the surprising warmth of Inrall's scales seeping in through his thick feathers. He soon found himself at Inrall's hips, the whole side of his body pressed against the dragon now, his tail flicking across their chest and chin.

Inrall slowly lowered himself to the ground, trying to keep his contact with the gryphon while he did so. It had been far too long since he had felt the comfort of someone else. Farren followed Inrall to the ground, ending up half lying on top of the dragon, with his front paws resting on their hips. Farren stopped his rubbing suddenly, as he caught a whiff of something. He didn't know what it was, and inhaled again, tilting his head slightly. He wasn't sure what the smell was, but he found himself strangely enjoying it. Once he tilted his head back he found out what was the source of it.

Inrall's member was half hard, pushing out of his sheath. He had been enjoying himself maybe a little too much. He had tried to hold himself back, but the gryphon's softness was just too much, and now his member stood in the cool air, a drop of pre hanging from the tip. Farren didn't move, he just looked at the dragon member standing in front of him. Just the sight of it was stirring his own member, his sheath feeling just a little tighter. Farren couldn't stop himself, leaning forwards to let his thin tongue lick at the thick member in front of him. He felt as much as heard the dragon's rumbling drastically pick up, causing the vibrations to run through his body.

Farren crawled forwards a little more, placing his paws on either side of Inrall's sheath as he continued to lick at it, much to Inrall's delight. The dragon's hips wiggled beneath the gryphon, and Farren found himself pulling his whole body onto them, his back paws resting on Inrall's chest. Inrall was quick to show his appreciation, his snout quickly darting forwards between the gryphon's legs.

Farren let out a surprised caw at the slick feeling of warmth quickly covering his balls. He ducked his head under his chest to see what it was, and found Inrall's tongue slurping lewdly on the furry orbs. Farren's member throbbed beneath him as he lifted his head, licking at the delicious meat in front of him. Inrall's member was completely erect now, looking much larger than anything Farren had seen before. Farren had had his fair share of experiences with gryphons, but he had never seen a dragon hard before.

Inrall's rumbling became louder still as he pushed his snout further between the gryphon's legs, using a paw to spread them a little further apart. Farren let out a strangled screech as he felt the thick dragon tongue wrap around his member, tugging on it a few times, making him thrust forwards sharply, before releasing it. Farren found himself pushing back as he felt the dragon nosing around at his balls again, hoping to feel the warmth of that tongue some more. He did feel it again, just not where he was expecting it. Farren took in a sharp breath as he felt the slimy appendage pushing around his tail hole, licking at it as Inrall grabbed the base of his tail with a paw.

Farren could barely stay standing, and found himself reaching out for support. He barely noticed what he had grabbed, wrapping his paws tightly around it, pulling it against his chest and face to try and stay standing. It was only after Inrall grunted loudly and began a quick series of thrusts that Farren realised he had grabbed hold of the dragon's member. Farren felt Inrall's tongue spear into his rear as the dragon continued thrusting his member into his soft chest feathers, making the gryphon groan in pleasure. A few moments and Inrall pulled his head back, trying to slow his thrusting hips.

Nothing seemed to work though, and he quickly found himself rolling over, a surprised gryphon squawking as he fell to the ground. Inrall hunched over the gryphon thrusting a few more times against the blissful softness before finally relenting, stepping back from Farren. Farren looked up at the dragon, who looked overly excited as he licked his snout. Farren stood up slowly, noticing Inrall impatiently stepping from side to side, his eyes greedily taking in the gryphon. Inrall let out a quiet whine, his member visibly throbbing beneath him in need, smearing pre along his belly.

Farren knew what Inrall wanted, but he wasn't sure if he could give it. He wasn't overly experienced with receiving when it came to things like this, and to add more problems the dragon's member looked nearly half as long as he was. Even as these thoughts coursed through his mind Inrall stepped forwards, rubbing his snout under Farren's chin before bringing it up his neck. Farren shivered at the touch, feeling Inrall give his neck a few more licks before he continued on. Farren's mind was clouded with the dragon's intoxicating musk now, and he obediently lifted his tail when he felt Inrall's snout poking around his rear again.

He felt the warm slickness of the dragon's tongue attacking his tailhole again; licking greedily at it before pushing in as deep as it could, making Farren squeeze his muscles down around the invading muscle. Inrall pulled out slowly after that, giving Farren's balls a few more quick licks before stepping back, his tongue licking at his nose as he waited for Farren to give him a signal. Farren was too deep into his lust addled thoughts to deny the dragon, and gave his hips a few quick wags, lifting his tail as high as he could manage. Before he could even blink he felt the weight of Inrall pressing down against his back, his slick member poking around Farren's rear.

Farren groaned as Inrall's member pushed against his own, throbbing hard at the slick contact. Inrall pulled back, his breathing deep and heavy as he attempted to find his target. It took a few more jabs to actually find his mark, leaving Farren's rear and thighs covered in small patches of pre. Inrall pressed the head of his member into the small gryphon beneath him, leaning his head down to lick at their neck, trying to make them comfortable. Then, suddenly, Farren was half full of dragon cock. He let out a loud screech at the sudden pain from being stretched so wide by the dragon's thick member, but Inrall didn't seem to notice.

Inrall slammed his member into Farren, sinking half of it in the first thrust, one paw reaching back to wrap around Farren's hips as he felt the gryphon pull forwards slightly. Farren's screech died in his throat as the dragon pulled back and slammed into him again, knocking the air from his lungs. After that, Inrall started steadily pounding into the soft rear of the gryphon, who seemed to be squeezing down impossibly tight on his member. Farren could hear the wet squelches of Inrall's thrusting, as his member unloaded copious amounts of pre into his already sore rear. Farren tried to relax, tried to stop squeezing down so hard around the invading member, but every time it thrust into him he tensed up again.

Inrall was slowly working his member deeper into Farren, grinding in and out of the velvety warmth of the gryphon's tailhole. He had nearly two thirds of his member buried in the bird under him now, rocking his hips back and forth with reckless abandon, his balls swinging under him with each thrust. Farren was finally starting to relax his muscles, feeling Inrall's massive member sliding in and out of him. His own member felt so hard that it ached under him, and he attempted to reach a paw back to it, only to fall to the ground, his rear end being held up by the thick spire of dragon meat still pounding away at it.

Farren tried to push himself back to his feet, but a large paw on his back held him down, his feathered chest sliding back and forth along the ground with every thrust from the relentless dragon. Farren was glad that he was held down though, as he felt a sudden warmth surround his member. He cocked his head and looked back, seeing Inrall's head bending around and facing back towards his member, his head upside down. Farren let out a strangely soft _coo_as he felt his member be enveloped by the immense warmth of Inrall's maw, his tongue wrapping around and squeezing the gryphon's sensitive member.

Inrall didn't even move his head, letting his own thrusts push Farren's member into his mouth. Farren could finally feel the bulge at the base of Inrall's member, which he knew was a knot. There was no way that that would fit inside him. If it did, it would be hours until he would be able to get it out. Farren didn't have a say in the matter though, and Inrall continued his relentless barrage of thrusts, slamming and pounding into the gryphon as if it was the last hole his member would ever feel.

Farren felt his own release shoot through his body, his member throbbing and releasing his seed inside Inrall's maw as his body lost all its strength. If not for Inrall's paw, and the massive dragon cock inside him, Farren would be lying on the ground now. His whole body felt extremely relaxed, apart from one part. Inrall groaned as he felt Farren's muscles tighten around his member, goading him into thrusting harder, losing all rhythm. Inrall's tongue had escaped his maw, saliva and seed dripping down over his nose as he continued to pound into tight gryphon. It wasn't much longer and Inrall felt his own climax approaching, his thrusts now battering his knot against the tight entrance to Farren's tailhole.

Four thrusts later, Farren's rear exploded in searing pain as the knot was forced into him, Inrall releasing a loud roar along with his seed as he continues thrusting rapidly inside the gryphon. Farren's screeches of pain were drowned out by the earsplittingly loud roar of the dragon on top of him. Inrall's knot was still swelling inside Farren, becoming larger still, until it felt like he was going to be ripped in half. When Inrall's roar finally died down he was left panting, his member throbbing hard inside Farren, the large amount of seed being forced into him already beginning to show.

Inrall slumped forwards, nearly crushing the poor gryphon under him, before rolling onto his side. Farren let out an indignant _squawk_as his rear end was tugged along with Inrall. The member inside him still continued to throb and pulse, leaving Farren wondering how long it had been since Inrall had found release. Inrall wrapped his paws around Farren's chest, pulling him up into a tight hug, licking the back of his neck and head passionately. Farren winced at every throb he felt inside him, wondering when he would be free of the knot wedged inside his sore tailhole.

And even then, he wondered if he would be able to walk at all afterwards. Inrall soon fell asleep, his member's incessant throbbing finally slowing, leaving Farren looking as if he held a clutch of eggs within him. Farren managed to turn around to face Inrall, wincing as the dragon gave an involuntary thrust at the pleasure caused from the movement. Farren ducked his head against Inrall's chest, breathing in his musk and scent, rubbing his head across the large dragon's chest as he thought about how long he was going to stay with him.

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