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Warm sun. Light breeze. Mountain range in a verdant blanket of trees. This remote wilderness was filled with the smell of fresh earth and babbling streams and more prey than a gryphon could ever hope to hunt back in the capitol. Zephyr closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of the forest deeply, the kite gryphon letting the sunlight wash over him. Yes, it was the perfect getaway spot...

"Zephyr! Stop daydreamin' and move your tail!"

Or at least it would be, if he wasn't here for military training. He grumbled, hoisting up his sorry excuse for a dufflebag, and padded along with the other gryphons, all the while trying to avoid the gaze of his 'squad leader', Squall. It was already enough of a pain in the ass that every able-bodied gryphon in Caelonia had to be shipped off to a state-mandated camp once they'd lived two decades, but living under the literal eagle eye of a self-aggrandizing, glorified hall monitor like Squall did help one bit. Zephyr wondered if the bigwigs chose locations as idyllic and secluded as this to calm the conscripts' nerves or to taunt them further with things they couldn't reach.

Zephyr sighed. No use worrying about that stuff now; all he had to do for now was get through the day, and that meant shuffling into the main hall for orientation. Whoever had the bright idea of stuffing a bunch of antsy young gryphons into some stuffy, low-grade auditorium without the room to spread our wings, much less fly, should be mauled, Zephyr thought. He scowled, jostling for space against a much bigger conscript; he had to give up when the arrival of the speaker, a dove gryphon, signalled them all into silence with stifling authority before launching into her opening speech.

Her address was good, Zephyr had to admit--eloquent, even moving at times--but it was still the same things they had always told the young gryphons: talk of honor, and the importance of defending the nation, even though there hadn't been any major conflicts with the surrounding kingdoms for decades. He could hear murmuring in the crowd; gryphons were elbowing each other and joking about the honor of brevity in jovial whispers. Amusing, but did little to keep the minutes from dragging into eternity. It felt like a miracle when she finally finished whatever she was saying, and after being swept up in the din of polite applause, Zephyr shuffled out into the sunlight with the rest of the conscripts.

Not that there was much to see. The fresh air was exquisite, yet seemed far out of place for his surroundings. The kite gryphon squinted, bringing a talon above his eyes as he peered around like a soldier surveying the land. Rows of symmetrical, dull barracks, a mess hall and gymnasium lumped together into two, uneven rectangles of brick and wood, and of course the administrative building behind him, with the auditorium and various offices and sleeping quarters for superiors. "Swell... really gonna impress our enemies with our state-of-the-art training facilities..." Zephyr murmured under his breath. Well, at least this welcoming couldn't get any crappier, he thought.

"Zephy? That you?"

He turned swiftly to the sound of beating wings alighting at his side. There, behind him, was a large kestrel gryphon. His smooth brown and grey feathers, soft yellow eyes, bangles around the ankles of his hindlegs, amiable aura... there was no mistaking it.

"Wait, Cir?" For the first time that day, Zephyr couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement. "Holy crap, I was actually right?"

The kestrel gryphon tilted his head to the side. "Uh, right about what?"

"Er, nevermind. C'mere, you!" He walked forward, clenching his talon and pounding it against Cirrus's before the two embraced each other in a friendly hug. He didn't expect he'd get anything good today, much less getting close enough to smell the safe, calming scent of his favorite friend. As they broke it, Zephyr had to grin. "Nice to see you again, man, it's been like a year? Didn't expect to catch you out here."

"Heh." Cirrus threw his head back a bit, his tail swishing. "Dunno why you're surprised. We were born in the same month, remember?"

"Oh, right..." Zephyr rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I remember. Kinda like I remember how we paint bombed that gaudy Colonel Tempest statue right before you moved away." And how damn handsome you are, he added mentally. He wasn't sure if it was just the surprise at seeing him now or the how long it'd been since he'd seen him, but somehow Cirrus seemed even hotter than last year. Zephyr was glad his face was covered in feathers, so his friend couldn't see it flush. Just as well; he wouldn't want the kestrel gryphon to figure out he was--

Zephyr started when Cirrus clapped a talon on his back. He gave a hearty chuckle and said, "Well, why don't we stop remembering things and get to catching up? C'mon, let's get to the barracks; we don't gotta be at our first training for about forty five minutes."

"Y-yeah, that sounds good," Zephyr said, and the two of them walked off towards their temporary homes, chatting excitedly and swapping stories to fill in the missing year between them. Hell, maybe this stupid training camp wouldn't be so bad.

---

It was so bad.

Zephyr couldn't tell what was worse; the near-constant training drills or the instructors who were more concerned with getting promotions and waving their rank-dicks than the wellbeing of their recruits. Zephyr had thought himself fairly in shape, but the constant running, strength exercises, weapon training, and flight marathons left even his feathers sore. The worst part by far was how many of the drills took place on the edge of or a clearing within the forest--'survival training' they said--which just meant the beauty of the wilderness tempted them all and yet stayed just out of reach.

At the very least, he was in good company; the end of each drill had the recruits whispering to each other sharing their desires to stuff their squad leaders (mainly Squall) in a trash can. They were the silver lining; whether it was joking around with the other gryphons in mess hall, a comrade helping another up when they collapsed panting during a drill, or swapping stories in the barracks just before lights out, Zephyr felt like he would go crazy without his fellow recruits. Cirrus especially helped him through those hard times; he had to admit he always put in a little extra effort during morning drills when the kestrel gryphon was watching.

But that was also a problem. While he was glad to be cooped up with a surprising number of new friends, he was still cooped up; nests aligned neatly in rows didn't offer much privacy. After almost a week, Zephyr was fairly pent up. He wasn't the only one, of course, judging by how many of the other gryphons eagerly expressed their plans of having some more carnal fun when they finally got to go on leave. It only seemed to make it sting harder, how openly they talked about it and how he couldn't join in; he liked the other gryphons, but would rather not divulge how he could do with a big gryphon mounting him over a table. Or that said gryphon was his old friend.

Yes, Cirrus was a godsend, but also a frustration. As much as Zephyr relished catching up with him in their time together, it just reminded him of the things he wished he told the kestrel gryphon a year ago. The best he could do was sit as close as he could as they reminisced over lunch about the mischief and petty pranks they pulled as kids. Or fantasize about sitting under the stars with him alone as they played card games with the other recruits. Or steal glances at his ass when they bathed in the river.

Leave couldn't come soon enough; the wait seemed like ten years instead of three weeks, but Zephyr could feel the aura of relief as they finished their training for the day. The next few days were theirs, and many gryphons excitedly discussed flying to the nearest town or going out for a hunting trip. All of which sounded like fun, but first Zephyr needed some air. He'd forgotten how it felt to just spread his wings and fly freely in the twilight sky, looping and gliding with the expanse of mountains and forest beneath him. He had to laugh as he breathed in the crisp mountain air, the stress of the previous weeks being blown away in wind. Finally being alone, his head felt clear for once, a feeling he thought he had completely forgotten.

Speaking of being alone...

He had to give a chuckle as he recalled how feverently one of the recruits earlier today bragged how he was gonna make some hens squeal. Has the right idea, at least, Zephyr thought, remembering just how pent up he was. His eyes scoured below for a place to land. Thick trees... rocky cliffs... there! It was hard to see, but facing out against sheer cliff there was a cave--an empty one, he saw as he flew down closer. Alighting upon the small outcropping of the entrance, he padded in. "Hello?" His voice echoed with no response... empty. Perfect.

"Not the comfiest of places, but it's a helluva view," Zephyr said to himself, pacing in small circles as if the place belonged to him. Outside, the stars were already dotting the dark, swirly sky above the treeline. Normally he would prefer a bedroom or somewhere with cushions, but he had to admit there was something alluring about the fresh night air. And he didn't feel like he could wait much longer; this was his prize, and he was taking it.

"Guess this whole training camp thing wasn't all bad." There had been a lot of bullshit, but there was wilderness, tons of new friends, and of course, Cirrus. Cirrus, with his caring yellow eyes, his broad chest, his well-toned ass, his plump, fuzzy balls...

"Ah, screw it." He'd already jerked off to the thought of Cirrus many nights before, why get all antsy about it now? Zephyr sat back on his haunches, his cock fully erect with a bead of pre already forming on the tip. He grasped it, giving himself a few pumps and shuddering at just how good even a light touch felt after all this time.

There was no need to hold back now; just him, his thoughts, and the night sky. The pumps sped up, firmer now. Zephyr closed his eyes, purring loudly as he let his surroundings melt away. How would Cirrus do it, he wondered? Would he sit back like this, legs wide and making quiet breaths as he took a load off? Or maybe he prefered to be on all fours, with ass up and tail raised Zephyr to see? Would his wings twitch when Zephyr fondled his balls? Would he moan and coo out when Zephyr slid into him? Would he shudder and pant and call Zephyr's name as he was rutted? Would he stretch and cry out in joy and love as his body went over the edge, spraying the ground beneath him with his thick--

"You, uh, enjoying yourself there?"

Zephyr's squawk echoed throughout as he jumped, his reverie shattered like a brick through a window. He looked up to see the source of the voice, and his blood ran cold. Where the hell did he come from? Did he hear me? Ohshitohshit I gotta smooth this over. "Wh-what? Uh, hey, Cirrus, I was just...uh... " He looked down and quickly turned away from the other gryphon with a sheepish grin, pressing his legs together to hide his raging, dripping erection. "Y'know, uh, taking in the night air?"

"By rubbing one out?" Cirrus asked. Zephyr felt his face grow hot as he grimaced, but his sudden guest just laughed. "Hey, it's no problem, it's a good place for it. Just surprised you came to my spot."

"Your spot?"

Cirrus nodded, raising a talon in a shrug. "Yeah, I found it during a flyby sometime before, when I snuck out past curfew."

"Wait, you snuck out?"

"Uh, huh, every night," Cirrus said with a nod. "Surprised you didn't too; you were always the the more daring one. Anyway, nice place for some meditation, or some alone time." And here Zephyr was trying to hide his arousal, but the images that flooded his mind, of his friend splattering his seed onto the floor he sat upon, were not helping things. "Anyway, sorry to startle you, Zephy," Cirrus said, spreading his wings as he turned away. "I'll let you get back to it; I mean it's been a rough couple of weeks--"

"Wait."

Zephyr didn't know why he said it; the word escaped his beak before he even knew he was speaking it, but seeing how he had Cirrus's attention, he couldn't very well stop. Trying hard to swallow the lump in his throat, he continued out of sheer inertia. "Could you...uh, stay awhile?" Smooth thing to say; the kestrel-headed gryphon's eyebrows were already raised, and Zephyr felt like someone had taken a torch to his face. "Er, I mean, if, if you wanna. Sorry, that was weird, uh, I mean..."

Zephyr shut his eyes tight, expecting an awkward excuse at best and peck against his face at worst. Instead, he got a talon resting on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to meet calm blue ones; Cirrus's smile was calm and cool. "Alright, Zephy. Not like I had anything to do but return to camp and listen to Squall prattle on about 'dignity and honoring Caelonian tradition'."

That was good, at least. Zephyr let out a small sigh; he had no idea where he was going with this, but at the very least things weren't going pear shaped. Yet. "Thanks, Cir."

"Hey, don't mention it!" Cirrus padded to Zephyr's side, throwing a foreleg around the kite-headed gryphon's shoulder. "Sheesh, Zephy, you don't gotta be so embarrassed about jerkin' off. I've never met a gryphon that didn't masturbate."

Zephyr had to roll his eyes. "I appreciate it, but don't you think that's a bit too frank?"

"You rather I leave?"

"Oh, no no, was just sayin'." For the first time in awhile, Zephyr had to smile. Something about how forward Cirrus was always lifted his heart, especially surrounded by all these military hardasses more concerned with their own rank and commendations. Even though he was still standing at full attention, he felt like he could relax.

He looked over at Cirrus, trying his best to seem calm, aloof even. "So, what's with the sudden appearance? You following me? I know I'm good-looking, but didn't think I hit stalker status yet."

Cirrus moved his paw to Zephyr's head, ruffling his feathers vigorously. "Heh, well you've already hit wanker status, Zephy. But if you wanna know, I flew here to do the same thing you were doing before I dropped in."

"O-oh, that so?" Holy shit. If only he had been a few minutes later, he might have gotten to see...

"Now's my turn. So, you thinkin' about anyone special?" Cirrus leaned in, his face almost touching Zephyr's as the kestrel gryphon waggled his eyebrows. "Guys who crank it while moaning like that gotta have someone in mind."

Zephyr felt like his heart would stop at any moment. "I, uh, w-well, that's private."

"C'mon, Zephy." Cirrus's tone made it clear he wouldn't stop until he had an answer...Ugh, why'd he have to keep THAT character trait? "Pretty little gal you met during training? Or maybe someone sweet you knew from back home? C'mon, be honest."

Dammit to hell. His throat was tight, his heart racing a million beats a minute. All he wanted to do was beat off like any regular gryphon, why the hell did the object of his desires have to show up and start questioning him? And after so long? "I...I.."

"Hm?"

Zephyr's mind was full of screams. And yet, this was the first time he had seen Cirrus in over a year. Would he see him again? His heart was in pieces the day Cirrus moved away, a great emptiness... but this was a second chance. Should he take it, he wondered? "I was..."

"Go on, spill it, Zephy." The talon moved from the kite gryphon's head to his shoulder. "You're secret's safe with me," Cirrus said with a wink.

Oh gods. It was impossible. He hated it, with all his being, but this was a chance. Maybe his last chance. Maybe they'd be shipped off to war and one would return home in a box. Or maybe they'd just get stationed different places and never see each other again. Or maybe Cirrus would find a cute girl, pretty and sensual in all the ways Zephyr wasn't. He was like a volcano, rumbling and ready to erupt. He should act. He had to act. The way Cirrus kept looking at him expectantly... whatever excuse Zephyr gave, he'd see through it. There was no backing out now.

"I...it was...they were..." Zephyr sighed and brought a talon to his face. "Ah fuck it. Fine. It was you, Cir. I was jerkin' off to you, alright?" There, it was done. No way to take it back now. Cirrus's eyes went wide, his beak slightly agape, and Zephyr turned his face away, partly out of shame and partly out of wanting to avoid what was gonna come next. "I just...I like you, a lot. I've liked you a real long time, dude. If you wanna leave or not talk to me, fine, but..."

Then it happened, out of nowhere. He expected a response: yelling, disbelief, words of anger or betrayal or admonishment. Instead, it was laughter. Uproarious laughter. Zephyr whirled around to see the kestrel gryphon almost doubled over, tears rolling from his face as he laughed. His previous anxiety twisted into confusion and indignation, and the kite-gryphon couldn't help but furrow his brow.

"Wh-what!? What's so funny? I'm not joking, I'm serious! I really--"

"Dude, you're just now saying it?"

"What?"

"C'mon Zephy, you're a clever guy, but not super subtle." Cirrus's eyes had a glint of mischievousness as he continued. "You think I didn't notice all those times you were ogling my ass? Or how you always wanted to go with me whenever we had to split up for group things?" He nudged Zephyr with a wink. "Honestly, I was just wondering when you'd come out and say it."

"Ugh..." Zephyr folded his forelegs in a huff, giving the kestrel gryphon a sidelong glance. "Well glad you had it all figured out. What, got a kick out of seeing me sit there stewing in my own hormones?"

"No, no, it's not like that, Zephy. I just...didn't wanna rush you if you weren't ready." Cirrus draped a wing over his friend as he continued. "Still, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to leave you hanging all that time. Would you let me make it up to you?"

"Make it...up to me?"

Cirrus leaned in, nuzzling against Zephyr's neck. His voice was low and calm. "Well, I did just blueball you, and you've been thinking about me." Zephyr's heart skipped a beat as he felt Cirrus's free talon rest upon his haunch. "How 'bout it? It's a lot better with someone else than it is with yourself."

There was only one way to take that. It was like a dream; the kite gryphon looked down at the talon, to Cirrus, then back again, repeating the cycle more times than he cared to count. Was this real? Zephyr gulped and whispered out, "Cir, you sure? I mean, if people find out, you'll--"

"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have offered. Trust me, nobody's gonna know." Cirrus fixed him with a level gaze. "Zephy, you mean a lot to me; if you're not comfortable with this, it's fine, but it's all up to you."

Time seemed to stand still. There was no sound except for the wind against the mountain and the pounding of Zephyr's heart. Before he knew it, he found himself embracing Cirrus, nuzzling him with soft coos. His friend responded in turn. There were no words; they weren't needed. Their embrace, the feel of each other's feathers against their chests, was enough.

Cirrus made the first move. His talon traced his way along the inside of Zephyr's thighs, down to his fuzzy balls. The kite gryphon couldn't help but purr as his friend fondled him, Cirrus's thumb rubbing small circles upon Zephyr's sheath. He wasn't sure if it was because Cirrus was more skilled than he thought or because he was still riding the high of the guy he was crushing on jerking him off, but either way it felt amazing. And all the work Zephyr had already done was pushing it further. His tail swished, his toes curled, each pump feeling like heaven until finally he could take no more. With a sharp gasp, Zephyr released three weeks worth of thick, gooey seed, covering his belly and Cirrus's energetic talon.

After abstaining for so long, the feeling of orgasm left him in a blissful daze. One Zephyr didn't begin to snap out of until he felt Cirrus nuzzle his face. "Shit, Cir..." he said, nuzzling back. "You weren't kidding. Didn't think I'd jizz like that from someone beating me off."

"Heh. What'd I tell ya?" Cirrus brought his talon up, covered in cum, and licked it clean like he was licking off cake frosting. Was it to get it clean, or just to see the amazed look on Zephyr's face? "Just glad you had fun."

Zephyr nodded vigorously, yet there was something not right. "Yeah, but what about you?"

"Well, it was fun seeing the face you made when you busted a nut."

"Heh, hope it wasn't too goofy. But I meant this." Zephyr reached down, trailing a digit over Cirrus's cock. He'd never gotten a good look at it out of its sheath before, but that thick member, covered in small soft barbs, lined up quite well with his imagination. "Friends don't let friends get blueballed, y'know."

Now it was Cirrus's turn to be surprised, his wings twitching a bit. "That's what I like about you, Zephy. You always were looking out for me. Alright, you think you still got one more in you?"

Zephyr thought for a second, and then nodded. He didn't know what exactly the kestrel gryphon was planning, but the fact that he was planning it was already recharging him.

He didn't have to wait long. Cirrus simply gave him one more loving nuzzle before getting up and pacing a few steps away. Without skipping a beat, he spread his hind legs and raised his tail, laying the ass Zephyr only dreamed about on full display. If a picture was worth a thousand words, then gestures were worth a million, as the tip of the kestrel gryphon's tail waved back and forth in the air, beckoning Zephyr forward.

A howl of wind cut across the entrance of the cave. There were so many questions, so many reservations Zephyr had, but they were all obliterated by the view of the gryphon he loved right before him. He stood up, padded over, and laid his talons upon Cirrus's rear cheeks, spreading them. Slowly, carefully, he leaned in, licking at his friend's tailhole. He never would have imagined Cirrus making those sounds as Zephyr's tongue glided over and prodded into him, giving the kite gryphon even more of a rise. He thought of teasing his friend a bit more with that, but as he pulled away, he knew the two of them were way too horny to play games. It was time to get down to business.

Zephyr raised himself up, resting his talons on Cirrus's back at his wing joints. Mounting a larger gryphon felt different than his fantasies, but that was beyond his concern. The tip of his cock poked at Cirrus's ass tauntingly, so close to going in. He leaned in, and whispered, "You ready?"

Cirrus responded with a soft purr, craning his neck back to meet Zephyr's gaze. "Are you gonna sweet talk me, or are you gonna plow me?"

"Hah. Alright, in that case...!" It was time for instinct to take over. Adjusting himself, Zephyr began to push in. It was slow going--constant readjustments and waiting for his partner to adjust--but after minutes of trying he had slid deep into Cirrus. And oh what a feeling! Every inch made Zephyr tingle, and made Cirrus shudder with delight. Hell, it didn't even matter if it felt good to himself, Zephyr figured, so long as Cirrus was happy.

Zephyr drew back carefully. And then back in. And out. And in. Their bodies relaxed, falling comfortably into a rhythm that soon picked up pace. The cave was silent, save for Cirrus's small, heavy breaths. Zephyr found it easier to keep going, the larger gryphon's insides growing looser yet no less enticing, judging by the way they periodically tightened around his cock. There was nothing but the two of them, no higher reason, no reservations. Just sheer, long-denied desire that was blossoming into intimate affection.

The rutting became faster. Deeper. With each thrust, Cirrus pushed back. With each purr, Zephyr shuddered in delight. With each twitch, each gasp, each pant, their hearts swelled. Feral desire overtook them both, guiding them with base instincts. Zephyr felt the pressure building between his legs, the constant convulsions of Cirrus's insides every time the pushed to the gryphon's core. They could barely hold on. They didn't want to.

Cirrus was the first to go. Talons scratching against the stony floor, he threw his head back and cried out with wings flaring and insides tightening, hoping to milk his partner for all he was worth. Spurt after spurt of cum splattered against the ground. With a display like that, how could Zephyr hold back? The tipping point upon him, he thrusted deep within Cirrus, wrapping his forelegs about the kestrel gryphon as he filled him with thick ropes of seed. His heart pounded, his knees trembled. It was all too much, and before they knew it both of them had collapsed to the ground.

How long was it? They laid like that, Zephyr holding Cirrus tight while refusing to pull out for minutes... hours? It was hard to tell as they nuzzled with and cooed at each other. Time was nothing beneath the starlight that shone through.

Zephyr was the first to break the silence. "Hey, Cir?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks....I mean really, thank you." Zephyr snuggled up against him tighter. "I'm glad I met someone like you."

"Same here," Cirrus responded. "I'm just glad you finally fessed up."

"Yeah..." Was this warm feeling from the body heat of the gryphon he snuggled or something else? It didn't matter. They were together at last, and as Zephyr peered out at the stars, he knew they'd stay that way.