Loyalty
Hello everyone! Sable here.
Some of you may recognise this one already; that's because this is actually a re-write of an older story of mine, adapted for the comic soon to begin production by [mystery artist] ;)
I've changed the species of one of the characters, tidied it up and re-wrote the sex scene because it was embarrassingly bad to read back on, deleted the original, and generally made it easier to adapt into comic form.
Contains: drug use, hypnosis, everything in the tags, etc. If that's not your thing, run away screaming.
Enjoy!
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Nobody would have suspected it; Brad just wasn't that type of person.
The mini laboratory tucked away in the back of his apartment aroused no suspicions; he was a chemistry student, after all, and the top of his class to boot. He was surely too intelligent to be in that line of work. As far as everyone was aware, he spent most of his time outside school at the gym, studying, or with friends. Apparently he came from a pretty rich family, which explained the sizeable apartment.
Only a few knew the truth. It was no secret the gryphon dabbled in drugs for his own personal use - the reality extended far beyond the occasional joint on a Friday night, though. No, he didn't deal drugs; other people did that for him. Rather, he made drugs. Rather an honest product than something made in a filthy kitchen in a junkie's shack, right? He'd once read that the average quality of cocaine that year was thirty percent; if his friends were to be taking drugs, he wanted to make sure they were at least clean drugs.
His intentions were good; the money was only to help him get through his student years. He'd previously tried holding down a job while being in full-time education, though it didn't exactly work out too well - plus, with any luck, he'd soon graduate and have a decent enough job to put all of this behind him.
But in all honesty, the most important thing was the experience. Sure, drugs were volatile; not just chemically, but psychologically. However, if he could trust someone to be a responsible user then he saw it as a privilege to be able to give someone some of the best nights of their lives.
Yeah, it was all very dangerous, sometimes plain stupid; but it was so much fun.
Brad's most recent creation, however, was something completely different.
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"... but yeah, that's how I got banned from Metro." The raccoon reclined into the sofa with a self-satisfied grin across his muzzle, turning his attention to the television in the corner of the room.
"Jesus, Jake," replied the gryphon from the kitchen. "You say that like it's an achievement."
"Dude, everyone knows Metro is the worst club in town. I mean, really, just look at the people who go there. It _is _an achievement."
"Hey, I used to go to Metro all the time."
"Way to prove my point, my man."
"You're so funny, Jake. Really, how do you do it?" the gryphon replied in the most monotonous tone of voice he could muster before making his way to the living room. "You're a comedy genius."
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit."
"Sure," the gryphon handed him a beer bottle and took a seat across from him, turning to face the TV. "If you say so."
"Anyway, how've you been, you big ol' kingpin? I can't even remember the last time we saw each other." Jake took a sip from the bottle, alternating his gaze between the television and the gryphon.
"I've been alright, I guess," he shrugged. "All quiet on my front. When was the last time we spoke?"
"I dunno, man, like two months ago?"
"Shit," Brad looked to the roof as he tried to remember where the two last left off. "Actually, come to think of it, yeah - there was a minor incident last month - remember Michael?"
"The massive douchebag who thought the world revolved around him?"
Brad snickered. "Yep! That piece of shit. Well, remember how he's always had a real chip on his shoulder about me? He discovered my, uh... well, let's just say he clocked on to my little business. Almost ratted me out."
The raccoon's eyes widened. "No fucking way! What happened?" he placed the beer on the coffee table.
"It's a long story, I'll tell you later on when the... uh, others arrive." Brad felt a tinge of guilt for being so dishonest; the truth was that nobody else was going to turn up tonight. Indeed, not only had tonight's events already been planned, but with Jake's first sip of his drink, they had been set in motion. "But it's, like... it's cool. I sorted it out. I sorted him out," he grinned.
"Fuck, man," the raccoon scoffed with a smile on his face, leaning forward. "You mean, you like...?" Jake threw a fist into his palm and raised his eyebrows at the gryphon, silently asking the question.
"What, like, beat him up? Ha!" Brad laughed. "Nah, man, you know me - not really the violent type."
"Oh right, cool," he picked up his bottle and took another swig. "'Cuz I mean, like, you're... you're actually looking pretty intimidating now." He was met with a confused silence. "I-I mean that in a good way! Like, what I meant to say is you're obviously making good progress at the gym. You've really, uh... you look nice."
"Aww, ain't that sweet?" Brad teased, before looking down to his arms and flexing gently. "I suppose I am making good progress, yeah. Thanks for stroking my ego."
"Hey, just being honest! I still think you're a dick."
"But that's why you love me, I know."
"Pft."
The two sat in silence for a while, staring at the TV but not really paying attention to any of it. They had a lot to say, a lot to ask, and it was simply a question of who would speak up first. It was often hard to loosen Jake up; he may have been confident on the outside, but he didn't fare so well when it came to real talk. To Brad's surprise, however, he soon broke the ice.
"So, uh," the raccoon took a breath. "You've heard about me and Sarah, then?" His eyes darted to Brad's, who didn't break his gaze from the TV.
"Yeah, that... that really sucks, man," he took a sip. "But whatever, you know? Shit happens. You'll... find someone else and all that."
A silence rose between them.
"Did she... tell you why?" It wasn't a question he wanted to ask, but not knowing - to have it playing on his mind all the time - would drive him insane.
"She said, that, uh..." the second-hand awkwardness exuding from Jake even began to afflict Brad, who shifted his gaze to the floor. "She said you... she... didn't say much, only that you..." he trailed off for a moment, then looked Jake in the eyes. "She said she found so much gay porn on your computer." The two sat staring in silence at each other for a few seconds.
Brad was first to break into hysterics, followed shortly by Jake. Not only was it the nature of the conversation that cracked them up but for the raccoon, it was a massive weight off his shoulders. Sure, it was embarrassing, but if that was all he knew, then all was well. In this situation, what else was there to do but laugh it off? Brad was a friend, anyway, it's not like he would judge him at all. After the laughter subsided, Jake let a happy sigh escape him.
"Aah... yeah, it's embarrassing, but whatever. I mean, I didn't want her to have to find out that way. We're still on good terms! I just wish... y'know?" He looked up at the gryphon, who nodded.
"I understand, bro. Last I heard you two had a big argument, but it's good to hear it's all sorted out now." He smiled.
"Ah yeah, nah, that wasn't because of the whole 'gay' thing. I was just pissed she rifled through my search history."
"To be honest, who wouldn't be? Though... you were gonna tell her, right?"
"Of course, man! I was actually planning on doing it within a couple of days - I was gonna tell her, gonna tell _you, _everyone who it woulda concerned. She just... got there first." Jake shrugged. "Oh well. S'all fine now."
"Good good. You know it doesn't concern me or anything, right? I mean, like, I don't _mind. _I'm fine with it."
"You... sure?"
"Of course! I'm not _that _much of an asshole. Plus, it means when you do shit like compliment me on my muscles it's an even bigger ego boost, because I know you mean it," Brad took out his phone as Jake laughed nervously and blushed beneath his fur. "Man, that's Joe and Garen cancelled," he lamented as he pretended to scroll through his phone. "Stephanie can't make it and Chelsea hasn't even replied." He pocketed the device and looked up at Jake. "Looks like it's just you and me."
"Aww," Jake feigned disappointment and pouted.
"I know right? Suuuucks," he turned to the TV as another silence passed. "Just out of interest, were you planning on telling them?"
"About being gay? I would assume they already knew."
"Nah, only me - or so Sarah says. I wasn't gonna go telling any of the guys either, 'cuz, y'know, that's your business and not mine."
"Aw," began Jake, blushing again. "Thanks. I didn't think you would." A few seconds passed. "Well, this was easier than I expected. Though, to be honest, I didn't expect anything less of you. Thanks for being so... understanding."
Brad shrugged, smiling. "S'alright. Does this mean I'm not allowed to hate you anymore? Because that would be homophobic, right?"
"Yup! I guess you're gonna have to put up with me now, 'less you wanna get kicked outta campus for hate crimes or some shit," Jake teased, standing up and dusting off the rest of his bottle. "Anyway, I'm off to the toilet. Be right back."
As the raccoon left, Brad checked his watch.
So far, so good. Another couple minutes to go, give or take a few. Just gotta figure out what to say.
He began flicking through channels, despairing at the quality of Saturday night TV content. No worries; he would soon be occupied otherwise.
"Yo," the raccoon emerged from behind and took a seat on the opposite couch. "So - what're you wanting to do tonight? I remember you telling me something about, err..." he searched for the words. "...test-running a new product."
The gryphon grinned. "Yeah, you seemed pretty keen. I'm assuming you still are."
"'Course, man! You have any on you?"
The concept of being a guinea pig for mysterious, new psychoactive substances seemed a deep violation of common sense and, to be honest, it was - but Jake trusted Brad, and that was the kind of relationship they had. Yeah, they were idiots, but at least they had fun.
"Hold up," Brad held up a digit. "Remember that time you spiked my tea with 2c-b?"
The raccoon attempted - and failed - to conceal a snicker. "Aw, yeeeaaah. You know it wasn't actually the tea, right? It was the sugar cubes, and you went and piled about three into-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Point being that revenge is a dish best served cold. Chilled, even." His gaze narrowed and an evil grin formed across his beak. Jake threw him a look of concerned confusion.
"Huh...?"
Brad signalled to the raccoon's empty beer bottle.
"What-... did you just-... did you spike my drink?"
"Hey, 'spike' is a very strong word! But yes, I did."
"You motherfucker," Jake choked, before exploding into laughter along with Brad. "Man, I'm gonna kill you! Goddammit!"
"Happy tripping, my dude!"
"You are such a dick, you know that? I mean, I'm not one to complain about free drugs, so I'll let you off - but you are a dick," he laughed. "How long does it take to kick in? What should I expect?"
"One of the best nights of your life," teased the gryphon.
"Bold statement," replied the raccoon. "I mean, I've had some... I've had some pretty... wait, I feel dizzy. Is this supposed to happen? Brad, what is this stuff?"
"It's good stuff, Jake, chill. You're going to have a very good time. A very, very good time indeed."
"What... what do you...
what
do
you
mean?"
Something else was muttered; from who, Jake was unsure. A final sliver of self-awareness registered him stand to face an eerily familiar strange, grey gryphon, whose tail swished back and forth in some kind of anticipation. The figure extended a claw and with a resonating click of __his fingers_ , his conscious mi n d left its husk, falling into __ a str__ ange obl ivio n_...
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Arduously, Jake peeled open his eyelids to a blurry, bulky grey mass looming over him. Slowly coming round, he found himself in Brad's room, slumped across the bed. As his initial semi-conscious confusion subsided, his eyes began to adjust - as he slowly emerged back into the land of the living, he began to notice how inexplicably colourful everything was. No, not just colourful - the world pulsated with colour. Rubbing his eyes, he slowly sat up, gawking in amazement as the world around him dazzled with geometric patterns and all colours of the rainbow and beyond fluttered across his field of vision.
"Wakey wakey, Jakey Jakey," the gryphon perched himself on the edge of the bed and smiled at the dazed raccoon. "How're you feeling?"
"Uhh..." he groaned, suddenly realising how difficult it was to form sentences in his haze. "Dude, this is... what's going-?"
"You're fine," the Gryphon gave him a pat on the leg. Groaning, Jake pulled himself up.
"Jesus, dude, I am seriously seeing some shit right now," he uttered, rubbing his face in his paws and losing himself in his closed-eye visuals. "Everything is, like... the colours, man! The patterns! This is like, acid on acid!" He scanned the room, chuckling in disbelief. "What even is this stuff?"
"It's an experimental little chemical I brewed from a formula I pulled of the black market," he began, standing up before Jake. "They call it loyalty."
"Well, it's working," replied the procyon, rubbing his eyes again. "How long have I been out for?"
"About two minutes? I just carried you through."
Jake paused and looked up at the gryphon. The thought of the gryphon carrying the raccoon in those brawny, big arms reduced his heartbeat to a little flutter. "R-really? Two minutes? I feel like I've been out for -"
"- Days. I know. That's just your brain short-circuiting a little bit while it wraps itself around what's going on."
"That doesn't sound healthy."
"Welcome to the drug scene! You must be new here," Brad teased, grinning. Jake grunted, still groggy and in no mood for playing around.
"Well... What's supposed to happen? Everything's all pattern-y and there are all these colours and... just, wow. Does that sound right?"
Silently, Brad kneeled, levelling himself with the raccoon's masked face. "Sounds about right, yeah, but that's only the beginning - here, let me show you. Watch this - this is fucking crazy," he began, staring directly into Jake's eyes, which were almost entirely pupil. "I'm gonna count from three, and you're gonna slap me."
"Wha-!?"
"Sh!" he interrupted, pressing a digit to the raccoon's muzzle, his facial expression now mirroring his deadly serious tone. "Just listen to me. Not too hard - but you will. You'll look me dead in the eyes and slap me. Three..."
"Brad-"
"Two..."
"Dude, I'm not gonna-"
"One..."
As if out of his control, Jake's paw quickly met the side of Brad's beak; with an audible _thump, _Brad was knocked off balance before steadying himself against the floor. Mortified, Jake's jaw dropped and his heart stopped as he immediately retracted his arm, as if the surface of the gryphon's beak was red hot. "Damn, dude," began Brad, rubbing the impact zone. "You're pretty strong."
"Holy shit, man, I'm so sorry! I never meant- I don't know what came over me-"
"Hey! Hey," Brad reassured the raccoon with a paw on his shoulder. "I know you didn't mean it," he stood up again. "But I did."
Jake wasn't stupid. Suddenly, things added up and his eyes grew wide with the revelation. He _didn't hit Brad because he wanted to, he hit Brad because _Brad wanted to. _Loyalty. _It made sense now... sort of. After a stunned second of silence, Jake whimpered.
"Hoooooly shit, dude. No way," he choked, aghast. Brad only nodded in response. "Loyalty! I get it! Do... something else."
"Sit up and say, 'Brad is so much cooler than I am.' "
He sat up. "Brad is so much cooler than I am!"
It was strange how he was fully aware of what was happening, yet completely unable to resist; to the sober person's mind it would make no sense. There were two entirely separate thought parallels running through his mind; one of self-awareness, one of submission and compliance. One had control over his body, one didn't; yet he wasn't screaming to be freed from his psychological prison. In fact, the act of obeying an order itself induced a warm feeling of belonging and a tinge of euphoria.
"I know."
"This is crazy. It's..." he trailed off, sitting back down to compose himself. "It's actually kinda scaring me, man. How long does this last?" The longer he pondered it, the more worried Jake grew; he was completely open to exploitation. He trusted Brad, but if any of this got into the paws of somebody with ill intentions, God only knew what could happen. Come to think of it, what were Brad's intentions? Why would he need to have Jake in this state of submission and susceptibility? Was this _really _him getting his revenge on Jake for his earlier antics? It seemed almost a step too far, even by Brad's standards.
The deeper he thought about how truly helpless he was, the more he panicked. Not only because of how open to exploitation he was...
... but because that same helplessness really, really, turned him on, and it was all too possible that Brad would soon realise and get the wrong idea.
Or rather, the right idea.
"This is freaking me out. I get it, you're always gonna one-up me with our pranks or whatever," he bargained, his breathing picking up in pace. "Just... make it stop."
"Hey, hey," began Brad, taking a seat next to the raccoon. "Relax. Look at me - relax. I'll explain everything, but for now just listen: when I'm finished speaking, you're gonna feel just fine."
Lo and behold - suddenly, all the anxiety, worry and negativity that burdened Jake dissipated in an instant.
Holy shit.
While the revelation that Brad not only had physical - but also emotional control - over him _should _have sent him into a full-blown panic attack, his words only soothed him. It was then that Jake realised how truly helpless he was - Brad's own words not only controlled, but became the basis of his thoughts. He had become a doll; a plaything to which Brad could do _whatever _he wanted.
"I didn't do this for revenge." Brad spoke up, placing a claw on the procyon's lap. "I did this because I knew you'd like it." The gryphon's claw gently rubbed the raccoon's thigh.
"Wh-what do you mean?" the raccoon stammered. His nervousness had left him, but another, unfamiliar emotion was taking its place; just like anxiety, it made his heart beat, his palms sweat, his temperature rise, but he didn't want to escape it. In fact, he wanted more of it. A part of Jake wondered if Brad somehow knew about the extremity of his submission fetish, and how much he loved the idea of being violated by such a buff, borderline behemoth of a gryphon.
It made him wonder how much Sarah really told him. Was Brad even gay? He couldn't be - he used to have a girlfriend... or did he? If only he could tell how intensely the fire inside Jake was beginning to burn; he wanted him to stop, yet wanted him to continue.
But Brad was a friend - _and _close to Jake's now-ex. Seeing him in that way, doing anything would surely be weird, right?
Suddenly, Brad answered all of Jake's questions, and fed the flames inside him. He leant in close to the raccoon and whispered:
"You know exactly what I mean."
Brad's free claw shifted to cradle the back of the raccoon's head as he pulled his muzzle into him.
"Kiss me."
Closing his eyes, Jake let go of whatever logical, self-aware forces that remained and let the gryphon's command overtake him. His lips parted to make way for a gryphon's tongue which, with a surprising tenderness, caressed and stroked the procyon's; their heartbeats soared as they breathed deeply into the kiss, escalating into a heated, wet battle of tongues, Jake's paws wrapping around the gryphon's waist as he clambered on top of the raccoon. Coupled with the drug-induced rush of what Jake could only describe as the emotion of obedience, his mind transcended to another level of sensation; he gasped, flinching at this alien, otherworldly euphoria.
The kiss was cut short, however, by the gryphon taking hold of the raccoon's paws and pressing them into the bed, pinning him into the duvet.
"J-Jesus brad," Jake stuttered between exasperated breaths. "For such a big guy, you're a really gentle kisser."
"We're only getting started."
Jake wondered what was in store for him, his constricted erection twitching and throbbing in anticipation. The gryphon's own bulging, clothed package rubbed against the raccoon as Brad leaned in once more to gently nip his neck, a lightning bolt of arousal striking through the restrained figure. A craving for the rush - that emotion of obedience - arose in Jake as he braced for what could only be described as an emotional orgasm.
"Brad... tell me... command me to do something." He gasped, biting his lip.
"Say my name."
"Ahh, B-Brad..." The rush kicked him harder this time, reducing the raccoon to a quivering, submissive wreck. "Fuck, this is good."
"What, the drugs or the gryphon pinning you into the sofa?" Brad teased in response, pressing his forehead against Jake's.
"Both."
"Good," he replied, a sense of relief enveloping him. This whole situation was risky - he was worried Jake wouldn't be so receptive to his little surprise. "I know what kinda nasty things you're into, you little slut. I know how desperate you are to be fucked senseless."
The gryphon's stern words twisted Jake's stomach and sent him into an internal overdrive. While completely in his element, Brad's sudden persona of boldness masked a more tender, caring side of him, and he hoped he wasn't overdoing the whole 'dominant' thing.
He rolled off the raccoon, switching positions and running his claws up Jake's lithe frame.
"Go on, say it; I know how thirsty you are for this gryphon dick. _Tell me _how much you want it."
Jake took a shaky breath. "I want it... no, I need it."
Well, there goes 'gentle.' Sure, it was nice, but the raccoon liked someone who didn't hesitate to assert himself; someone who could put a bitch like himself in their place. Again, the high kicked in and washed through his body with a shiver - but he needed more.
There was, however, one thing Jake couldn't wrap his dizzied head around - how did Brad know? Even that one burning question, however, was quickly buried under lust and synthetic euphoria as the procyon slipped deeper into submission.
"Now listen to me. You're going to do exactly as I say - you will refer to me as your master, and your sole purpose of being is only to pleasure me. You are _mine. _You hear me?"
"Y-yyesss..." Was all Jake managed to croak in his submissive heaven. The gryphon's claws slid to the base of the raccoon's shirt and, in one swift motion, removed it, before finding their way up to his shoulders.
"Now, gonna be a good little slut and suck my dick?"
"Yes, master..."
Jake lifted the shirt off the hybrid to reveal his chiselled chest and a set of solid, tight abs. Nuzzling into them, he kissed, lapped and nipped his way down to the rim of Brad's trousers, who was surprised to see the raccoon unfasten them with only his muzzle, paws otherwise occupied on caressing his abdominals. Biting into the elastic of the bulging boxers, he yanked them down to reveal the base of an impossibly enormous, swollen gryphon member. Tugging them down completely, the monstrous cock flopped against the raccoon's face, slapping his cheek. Taking it into a paw, Jake gawked at the sheer size of it.
"Mmm, someone looks happy." Brad looked down at the raccoon, who stared wide-eyed at the tool in his paws. "Big, isn't it?"
"Oh my God... it's so heavy and... thick..." he whimpered, looking the gryphon's length up and down. He felt the warm tool throb in his paw as he nosed at it, a dizzying, bold musk filling his nostrils. "And you smell so fucking good..." He extended his tongue to the base of the head, then trailed it over and round the area, coating it in a blanket of saliva. Finally, he took the head into his maw and slowly worked down - he was, however, doubtful he would get much further.
"Aww, yeah... that's a good boy..." the gryphon uttered as a long, satisfied sigh escaped him, running a claw through the raccoon's small tuft of hair before pushing him down on it - gently, at first - then with a little more force. His toes curled as his thickness was caressed and teased by the procyon's tongue, a wet, satisfying warmth enveloping his sensitivities. Allowing Jake to work at his own pace on the member, Brad cooed and groaned as his cock oozed pre into the raccoon's muzzle, then forced his head down on it, a series of chokes, gags and splutters signalling his slaves' struggling. "Mmm, choke on it... just like that..." Jake pulled off for a second, caught his breath, then dived back into the blowjob; for such a large package, he was taking it pretty deep. "Sounds like someone likes the taste of gryphon cock, huh?"
"Mmffhmm..."
With his wings reflexively expanding slightly in pleasure, the member rubbed against the roof of the maw before sliding deep into his throat, working with a steady rhythm. "Aw, fuck... you feel so good..."
Pulling off, Jake gasped for breath again. Only when he went to speak did he realise how hard it had become to form sentences - or to think of anything else but pleasuring his master. It was as if everything else, including his own personality, was a faded memory - all that mattered was pleasing Brad.
"Master, I want... I..." he looked into Brad's eyes and the hybrid smiled as he noticed the vacant, empty stare. The drug should be in full effect now; in the state he was in, Jake should be unable to think of anything else other than pleasing Brad. Once a master/slave connection had been established, the subject will fall into a state of deep obedient hypnosis. Loyalty. He cocked his head, looking down to the raccoon.
"What's that, slut? _Still _hungry?"
Jake nodded.
The gryphon leaned forward and pushed the raccoon back down, before clambering over him on his claws and knees. The bird wiped a bead of pre on the raccoon's nose, before turning around and pressing his behind against his muzzle.
"Bury your face in it."
The raccoon obeyed, nosing between the gryphon's taut cheeks. His tongue ran up his feathered taint, then traced over the muscled ring, which tightened at the contact. Jake circled and teased the puckered hole, swirling his tongue around it before his tongue delved, the unique, heavy scent intoxicating him further. It loosened slightly, relaxing and allowing the raccoon to work his loving treatment on his master's behind.
Brad wiggled back into his slave's face, nearly suffocating him. While his counterpart was high from a series of chemicals slipped into a drink, Brad was high off his assertion; the more he felt the little raccoon struggle, the further into the depths of submission he pushed him, the higher he flew.
Brad soon grew too eager to wait and lifted off the raccoon, his behind slick from Jake's demonstration of appreciation.
"M-mm... master..."
Jake murmured something in the background, no longer in a state to speak unless spoken to by his superior, while Brad fetched lubrication from his cabinet. As much as he would love to see the raccoon squirm and hear him whimper in pleasured pain, there was no hope of him ever fitting inside him without it. Jake looked round - with the gryphon now standing, he could see how impossibly huge he really was. Even as deeply hypnotised as he was, there was still a sliver of awareness_ _inside him that registered what was about to happen.
"Oh my God... master, I don't think-"
"Oh, it will fit," the hybrid interrupted, dismissing the raccoon's concern as he clambered onto the bed, his glistening cock throbbing proudly. He stroked it as, with one arm, he rolled the procyon on his front and tugged his trousers down to reveal his toned, plump ass, now at the mercy of the bird. Running a few digits down his behind, he slickened the raccoon's entrance with what lube was left on his claw. "Now tell me how much you need that ass filled. Beg for it."
"I-I need bred, master... fill me," he groaned, his voice muffled by the pillow. "I need you inside me..."
The gryphon placed his eager claws on the rump, explored it and savoured its round, full shape beneath his fingers, before pulling his hips towards him. Now with his butt in the air, he placed his throbbing tool against at the base of his ringed tail, brushing it out of the way before grinding it between the raccoon's cheeks, leaving a small trail of pre.
"You have one hell of an ass, slut."
"Th-thank you, master... it's all yours."
Silently, he pressed his cock against the base of his slave's fluffy tail and with enough force, he finally broke he raccoon in, a hot, soft smoothness enveloping the head of his tool. A sudden wail sounded from the procyon, who gripped the bedcovers as his ring contracted and squeezed the invader.
"Fuck, you're so tight... almost too tight."
Both of them groaned as the gryphon's member slid deeper into the hot, cozy insides of the slave; slick, ridged walls tightened around the drooling, thick length, sending shivers of pleasure up Brad's frame. Finally hilting the raccoon balls-deep, Brad reached forward and took hold of Jake's own maleness, pinning him with the other claw. The raccoon was almost completely smothered - he could feel the warmth of Brad's breath down his neck, and the weight of his muscled, heavy frame on his back. Whimpering, Jake tightened even harder around the gryphon's pride.
"Sshhh..."
Slowly - making sure not to damage the slave - Brad began to rock his hips back and forth, feeling the velvet-soft walls of the raccoon's sultry insides massage and caress his twitching cock. He groaned instinctively into the ear of the raccoon as he picked up speed, gently thrusting deep into the soft warmth of the tunnel, grunting each time he reached the base.
"I-it hurts..."
"I know, but you love it."
"I-I... yes... I do."
A soft _slap _sounded as the gryphon worked on Jake's helpless behind, their hips clashing as Brad began to quickly pick up the pace. With every stroke, he felt the canal tighten and contract, sending little waves of ecstasy through his body as the intruder was hugged by the raccoon's canal walls.
As Brad began to work a claw up and down the raccoon's length, Jake found himself completely overwhelmed; every touch felt beyond orgasmic and the sensation of Brad's stimulation reduced him to a whining, catatonic mess.
"Damn, you really know how to take cock. This isn't your first time being fucked, isn't it?"
Jake barely managed to shake his head in response; he was too overwhelmed. _Loyalty, _in its full effect, was a bit too strong for him to do anything but enjoy the gryphon's member as it buried itself in his behind. As his ass was stretched and pummelled, he found himself repeatedly drifting away into another world of ecstasy, almost losing himself entirely to the sensation of his master deep inside him. With what little energy he had left, he pressed his behind against his owner's sensitivities and received a firm spanking in return. The deeper he went, the higher he got; by this point, he was too gone to even realise how loudly he was moaning, or even that he was moaning at all.
"Mmfff, such a dirty little raccoon_..._"
Now slamming into the procyon at full force, the gryphon sunk his beak into the tuft of his bitch, receiving a pained squeal of delight in response as he picked up the pace with his paw, raccoon pre now seeping down his knuckles.
"Nearly there... that's a good slut..."
Now taking the full might of a domineering, horny gryphon, Jake began to grow uncomfortable under the weight of him, his speed and ferocity, and the sharpness of his beak in his neck. While he tried to squirm - not out of resistance, but instinct - he simply couldn't. The creature loomed over him, forcing him into the duvet as he fruitlessly attempted to shift in a pathetic, meek wriggle. His moans turned into soft cries into the covers and, so hopelessly powerless, his stomach tightened as he approached his own orgasm.
"Hrfff, master's gonna cum!"
Unbeknownst to Brad, however, Jake was about to beat him to it. Lost in a brilliant, psychedelic world of pure arousal and unable to squirm, writhe, or do anything other than live for the pleasure of his master, a choked scream escaped the raccoon as he transcended to an impossibly euphoric plane of existence, his body going limp as he erupted rope after rope after rope of impossibly large amounts of raccoon seed, soaking the bed through to the mattress.
Brad barely had time to prepare; all of a sudden, he felt his abdomen tense up as waves of blissful orgasm overcame him. Now drawing blood from the slave's neck, he sank his beak even deeper as he erupted in the raccoon's abused hole.
"Oohhh, ffffuuuck!"
His member spasmed as it spurted his hot seed deep into the tunnel, the gryphon's cries reduced to an exhausted whine. With a final, powerful slam, the hybrid hilted the bitch's rear, claiming it as his own with a few final shots of cum. Panting, Brad let go of the raccoon's neck and paused for a second before planting a kiss on the wound as his subordinate lay, short-circuited, below him.
Gently, he began to pull out of the sloppy, tired hole, trailing a string of cum before the pucker began to leak.
The raccoon, still adrift in another plane of existence, mumbled something under his breath before finally, he slipped out of consciousness once more.
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"... but yeah, it was all Sarah. She was pretty drunk at the time though, so she might not have meant it."
"What an excuse," Jake grumbled, still coming down from his earlier trip to the ether. "I suppose that makes it alright she showed you all the porn I was into."
"What was it you said earlier about sarcasm? And dude, if she hadn't told me you were into hypnotism, big, buff guys and master/slave play, we may never have started fucking, so all's not lost." He gave the raccoon a boop on the nose as Brad pulled the half-dressed raccoon into a cuddle, the sound of the television playing in the background. "I was kinda afraid you wouldn't appreciate it, given how we're friends and all. I was worried you might, y'know, thought it a little weird."
Jake reclined back into the gryphon's embrace as he lay on the sofa, absent-mindedly staring at the TV.
"Eh, I did at first, but then I became too high to care," he giggled. "It was crazy, it was like... something - or someone else - takes over you and just makes you want to _serve. _And then when you do, you just get this rush of euphoria - kinda like ecstasy, but it only kicks in when you start following orders. Then, the higher you got, the more subservient and dedicated you became. It sounds weird, but when you're actually in that state, it's pretty insane."
"Damn. Sounds like fun."
"I kept having these moments where it would click what was happening to me, and I started wondering how you hadn't made my way into my fantasies already. You're so... you're, like, my exact type of guy, if you get me." He burned up a little bit with embarrassment. "And you knew just how to deal with me in that tender state."
"Aha!" began Brad, running his claws through the raccoon's fur. "Well, that's... maybe not the first time I've done that."
"Shit, really?" The raccoon's ears perked. "Who else? When? Where?"
Brad paused for a moment, before a grin found its way onto his face. "Remember I mentioned how I put Michael in his place after he threatened to grass me out?" he looked down at Jake, whose face lit up, gobsmacked. "Yeah, hah. I brought him round to 'discuss' something, slipped something in his drink, then made his dress up as a girl and suck me off. I also took pictures and threatened to spread them if he mentioned anything. Dude's such a homophobe, he'd rather die than risk those pictures getting out and about. He's not even looked at me since."
"Holy_ shit, _man!" Jake burst into laughter. "Goddamn. That's one way to guarantee he won't go speaking shit anytime soon, I guess."
"Heh. For someone who's so insistent on how straight he is, he sucks dick like a pro."
"Dude! TMI!" The raccoon playfully batted the gryphon on the beak.
"On that note, how you feelin'? Fully come down now, huh?"
"Yeah. Still a little buzzed, but mostly here."
Brad checked his watch. "Good! Just in time for your next journey."
"Erm... what?" The raccoon looked to the gryphon, unable to tell if he was joking.
"Oh yeah! I forgot to mention: I knew the _loyalty _wouldn't be enough to constitute sufficient revenge, so... I also spiked _your_drink with 2c-b."
"You did what!? Dude!"
The gryphon cackled again. "Happy tripping, bitch!"
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