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Author's Note: I wrote this for someone as a commission. Took me a little over 24 hours to produce, so I'm quite pleased with myself.

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Rain.

Tarin didn't think much of rain. It wasn't so much that it was wet, and made him smell funny, but it made flying more difficult and less fun, especially when wind blew it into his face. Thankfully he was nearly home; just a few more kilometres to go, then he'd be back home in the den that he shared with his mate Gregin.

As the drenched fields and forests drifted by beneath him, Tarin wondered how his mate had been getting on with the lack of company. He'd been gone for nearly a week, visiting friends and seeing more of the world, as well as enjoying some time by himself. As much as he loved Gregin, it was nice to have some time alone.

A short time later his home came into view, and with a grateful sigh Tarin began to lose altitude, slowly descending toward his den. Soon he touched down at the entrance, and shook himself vigorously to get rid of the majority of the water that had seeped into his mostly black fur and feathers, before quickly moving further into the den, out of reach of the driving rain.

Preoccupied with his finally being dry after several hours of wetness, it didn't immediately occur to the gryphon that the cave wasn't silent. In fact, there was rather a lot of noise come from deeper within, consisting mainly of moans, grunts and slapping noises.

"What the...?" Tarin murmured under his breath, his beak gaping in surprise. As his eyes adjusted to the light inside the cave, he could pick out his mate and a much larger form, with a long neck. A dragon? Gregin was lying on his back, wings partially spread, whilst the dragon loomed over him, forelegs on either side of Gregin's head, thrusting his cock deep into the gryphon's bowels. He was making whimpering noises as he was fucked; the dragon was grunting, and grinning widely.

As Tarin quietly approached, full of curiosity and some indignation at being cheated on like this, the dragon looked up, slowing his thrusting briefly when he noticed the other gryphon. "Ah, I think your mate is back," he rumbled, glancing down at Gregin.

Gregin tried to crane his neck around to peer at Tarin. "Oh...I thought you were going to be back later tonight," he said, sounding a bit sheepish.

"Yeah, I was, but I decided to come back early before the weather really packed it in. Who's your friend?" Tarin asked, looking the dragon up and down. His scales were a muted colour, shining slightly in the light, and his eyes were stony grey. His wings would probably stretch across most of the den's width, and standing up he'd nearly touch the ceiling. Tarin could only guess at the size of the dragon's member, as it was pretty much buried completely inside his mate.

"My friends call me Sherman," the dragon responded. His voice was surprisingly light, not the tenor that Tarin had been expecting. He continued to leisurely slide his cock in and out of Gregin's stretched tailhole while he spoke. "Met Gregin here a couple days ago at the lake. We got talking, he said he was feeling a bit lonely and wanted company...and here we are, screwing." He was silent for a few seconds while he thrust. "And you are...?"

"Tarin," murmured Tarin. "I'm not sure whether to be annoyed at Gregin for shacking up with someon while I was away, or pleased that he found someone nice to have sex with."

Sherman stopped, his cock buried to the hilt in Gregin's well-stretched tailhole. "Don't be mad," Gregin said before the dragon could say anything. "He's a good friend, and a great fuck. The gryphon's voice was slurred with pleasure, and his tongue partially lolled out of his beak. "I was glad of the company. Glad to have you back, hon. Gimme a kiss."

Tarin couldn't help but grin and oblige his mate. "You're such an opportunist." He stepped closer and opened his beak, sliding it over Gregin's and indulging in a good gryph-kiss, which involved a lot of tongue caressing.

"Mmm, I know," the mottled brown gryphon responded when the kiss was broken. "Ooh, that's good," he added in a dreamy tone as Sherman resumed his thrusting. "Tarin, you /have/ to try his cock. "It's so big and thick...really gets your 'feel good' place."

"Really?" Tarin raised an eye ridge at Sherman, who just shrugged and grinned. "Maybe another time." Though he was still feeling a little annoyed at Gregin, he was now developing some curiosity about what it'd be like to be stuffed by a dragon. He'd had only gryphon lovers, and one fox, and he was rather eager to expand his horizons...as well as his tailhole. He shifted position so that he could better see the union between gryphon and dragon. Regardless of his own feelings, his cock had a different view. It began to swell and slip out of its hiding place, throbbing gently with his pulse.

"Like what you see?" Sherman remarked, turning his head and gazing down at Tarin's tumescence.

Tarin flattened his ears a little in embarrassment. "Yeah, I guess. It's pretty hot, watching my mate being taken by such a big dick."

The dragon chuckled in a low rumble, and shoved his hips hard against Gregin's rump, making the gryphon let out a screech. "You know, I can make him come just by fucking him. He squeals and wriggles around like a worm. Wanna see that?"

"Mrrr...yeah, I do," Tarin replied, his cock fully extended and pulsing, glistening slightly with sheath slime. "I've never done that."

"Watch, and learn," Sherman murmured, giving Tarin a wink. He then turned his gaze back to Gregin and licked the gryphon's beak. "Beg for it, Greggy," he whispered in a husky tone.

"Fuck me, Shermy," whimpered Gregin, his tail lashing over the dragon's belly. "Please...screw my tight little tailhole. Make me squeal like the little bitch I am!"

"With pleasure!" Sherman growled, before he suddenly shifted into a higher gear, shifting his position and pounding his member hard and fast into Gregin's bowels. His cock was visible only as a blur as the dragon buggered the gryphon with wild abandon.

Tarin watched with wide eyes as his mate was anally abused. Gregin really seemed to be loving it, clawing at the floor of the cave as his prostate was stimulated. Suddenly he went into spasms, shuddering violently and screeching.

"Rrrrrr, that's my sexy bitch!" Sherman continued pumping into Gregin's guts, tensing up as he neared his own climax. After a few seconds he did so, gritting his teeth then letting loose a loud roar as his cock plunged all the way into the gryphon's rump and unloaded what might have seemed like a lake full of spunk. Partway through his climax he pulled out and let the rest of his seed spurt thickly over Gregin's belly fur.

Tarin's eyes focused on his mate's gaping tailhole. Though it was starting to close up, it was still a couple of inches wide, and flexing wildly, pushing out globs of semen that trickled down over his tailbase and onto the ground.

"Awwwwr, yeah," groaned Sherman, leaning back upright and running his claws over his cock to squeeze out the last of his emission. "That was gooood." He waddled back out of the way to let Tarin get a better look at his dirty work.

This was too good an opportunity to miss. Tarin quickly moved in and crouched down, aiming his beak at his partner's stretched butthole. His long, agile tongue snaked out and swiped around the rim, scooping up a few gooey lumps of cum, and pulled them into his beak. The gryphon swilled the fluid around for a bit before swallowing. It had a strong flavour, somewhat ammoniac, but it went down his throat smoothly, with a pleasant warming sensation. Overall it wasn't too bad, and Tarin went in deeper for more, slipping his tongue as deep into Gregin's stretched rectum as he could. As if to help him, Gregin pushed with his rectal muscles, forcing the cum from deep within his bowels out in a rush, swamping Tarin's beak with butt-tainted jizz.

Sherman laughed as Tarin spluttered and tried to snort cum out of his nares. "He did that to me too," he said with a low chuckle. "He's a bad gryphon."

Gregin groaned and tried to roll over to get onto his feet. The best he could manage was a sprawl. "Hehe...can't even stand; my legs are all wobbly."

"Then I've done my job well," the dragon replied with a smile. He sprawled out a bit as well, leaning against the cave wall. His cock was shrinking and slipping back into his slit. "You look in need of some attention as well," he said to Tarin. "I have a tight, unsullied hole here you can use, if you like," he offered, reaching down to his tailbase and pulling apart the sides of his crinkled anus. "I'm sure your mate would love to watch."

"Go ahead, Tarin," Gregin urged, dragging himself around to face Sherman. "It's my turn to play voyeur."

Tarin's cock jumped and seemed to throb harder at the thought of ravishing a new tailhole. He couldn't pass up such a tempting offer. He got to his feet and strolled over to Sherman, looking him up and down, wondering how he could best mount him.

"Just mount me as if you were trying to give me a hug," suggested the dragon. "Put your forelegs round my belly and get your dick into me."

"All right." Tarin attempted to do as he was instructed, and found that Sherman was just the right size for him. His belly was nicely rounded, and jiggled a little as Tarin draped himself over. He lowered his undercarriage a bit, gently thrusting to get a feel for where the dragon's tailhole was. When he felt the crinkled sphincter clench at his cock's tip he gently began to push.

"Oooh, that's it," moaned Sherman softly as his back door was slowly opened up, wider and wider as the bulbous head of Tarin's member stretched him out. He hissed when the head popped through into his inner sanctum, clenching very tightly around Tarin's cock, eliciting a startled yelp from the gryphon. "Sorry," he apologised. "It's been a while since I've been mounted."

Tarin continued to press deeper, inexorably forcing his cock inch by slow inch into Sherman's rear end. His shaft got thicker towards the base, which made Sherman groan and clench even more. When at last he was fully ensheathed in the dragon's rectum, he stayed still and just hugged Sherman, enjoying the massage of his anal muscles as they tried to eject the meaty intruder.

In turn, Sherman caressed Tarin's head feathers, stroking them gently, scritching the tips of his claws through them and down to his fur.

It was a nice scene, but Gregin was impatient. "Get on with it, you two!" he insisted, breaking the moment. His voice was free of rancour, but imbued with a friendly tone.

"Shush, you," Sherman rumbled. "Your mate doesn't share the impetuousness that you have. It's nice." To Tarin he said, "When you're ready."

Tarin nuzzled the dragon's belly, listening to the gurgles coming from somewhere within. After a few seconds he pulled back a little, then lightly thrust his hips sharply, causing Sherman to hiss. "Aaah! Yes, that's it. Do it again."

The mostly black gryphon took his time, using only a bit of his length at first, getting Sherman used to his movements, then gradually introduced him to longer strokes until he was pounding all nine inches or so easily into the dragon's loosened tailhole. Tarin was so involved in what he was doing that he didn't notice that his mate had moved. He let out a startled squawk when he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his back, and the unmistakable sensation of a cock spearing into him.

"Just keep going," whispered Gregin into Tarin's ear. "You've always wanted to be in the middle, haven't you?" he said as he began to thrust, driving his barely lubed dick hard into Tarin's rump.

Tarin whimpered and hissed as his mate assaulted his tailhole in what was basically rape. Though he was a bit upset at not being asked if he wanted his arse stuffed, Tarin didn't complain. He knew he'd get used to it, and that he'd start begging for Gregin's cum, just as Gregin had begged for Sherman's. He resumed thrusting into the dragon, and found the sensations of fucking and being fucked simultaneously were a whole new experence that rapidly catapulted Tarin toward climax.

Sherman slid his claws over the gryphons' heads, murring with pleasure as his tailhole was used. He could feel his gryphonic lover's knot starting to grow, pummelling his already tightly-stretched sphincter. He leaned his head closer to Tarin's, and whispered huskily in his right ear, "Knot me, gryphon. Knot me, and give me your cum."

It was too much for Tarin to handle. He shifted into a higher speed, pistoning his dick harder into Sherman's rump, then plunging in fully and letting his knot expand to full size. He screeched as he came, clutching at the dragon tightly as squirt after hot squirt of his seed blasted into Sherman's innards.

Gregin wasn't far behind, as the squeezing of Tarin's anal muscles brought him to his own peak. He slammed his own knot hard into his mate's abused tailhole and let loose his own jizz, flooding his mate's bowels with warm stickiness.

The two gryphons panted and moaned as they were overcome by their separate ecstasies. Sherman smiled down at both of them, seeing how Gregin was cuddling Tarin, and how Tarin was sort of kneading at his own belly.

The tableau lasted for several minutes, until their climaxes had completely ebbed away. Gregin disengaged himself from his mate's tailhole with a sticky slurp, released a small river of cum to run down over Tarin's balls. Tarin himself slowly pulled out of the dragon's tailhole with a similar sound, groaning with the effort of having to move after such exertion. He'd done quite a number on Sherman's hole, leaving it over two inches wide, reddened and dribbling rather a lot of semen.

"My turn," Gregin said, moving in to perform clean-up on the dragon.

"What about me?" Tarin protested, half jokingly.

"I'll do it when he's finished cleaning me," Sherman offered. He smiled and reached out to scritch Tarin's feathers. "Thanks. I enjoyed that little tryst."

Tarin looked a bit embarrassed. "Heh, so did I. I've never been in the middle before, either." He shot a look at Gregin, who was busy wiggling his tongue right up the dragon's butthole, trying to get every last remnant of cum. "I wasn't expecting to get surprise butt sex."

"Oh, you've always wanted a threesome like that," Gregin said, finally pulling his beak away from Sherman's now much cleaner tailhole. "Couldn't let the opportunity escape, even if you didn't want it."

"Ask next time, or you might find yourself being sleep-raped."

"Ooh, kinky." Gregin's gryph-grin was infectious, and Tarin found himself grinning back despite himself.

Sherman groaned as he changed position, getting onto all fours. "Come here, Tarin. Let me lick you out."

"Gladly," replied Tarin, turning around and backing toward the dragon, raising his tail high to reveal his still leaking hole. He chirred with pleasure as Sherman's thick tongue slithered deep into his bowels, achieving a depth that he'd never thought possible. His legs weakened briefly as the tongue prodded at his prostate. All too soon, though, the cum had been scooped out of his rump and swallowed down, leaving his rump feeling strangely empty.

The two gryphons and Sherman sprawled out together, looking down the length of the cave to the darkness that had fallen outside. Rain was still coming down heavily, but the sound was muted this far back. They were silent for a while, just cuddling up to each other and enjoying the company.

"I suppose no one wants to go out and find some food?" Gregin asked, his voice with a hopeful lilt.

"Ah, no," responded Tarin. "I've already spent several hours out there today. Must be Sherman's turn. At least he wouldn't smell like wet feathers and fur."

Sherman grumbled good-naturedly. "Okay, I get the hint. I'll go down to the lake and see if I can rustle up some fish or waterfowl." He pushed himself up to his feet and began waddling out. "No screwing while I'm away!"

"Pfft! No chance of that, I think. We're drained -- in both senses," Tarin retorted. "Go! Get food!" The gryphon made shooing motions with a claw. "We'll wait here eagerly for your return."

"Bah! Lazy gryphons," muttered the dragon, though he said it with a grin. "Back soon."

When Sherman had gone, Gregin turned to Tarin. "So...what do you think of him?"

Tarin thought for a few seconds before replying. "He's okay. A bit of a character. I guess I wouldn't mind him visiting now and then."

"That's good, because I said he'd be welcome anytime."

"You just want his cock your arse, don't you?"

Gregin actually looked ashamed of himself. "Yeah, I do. You wouldn't believe how good it feels reaming your insides. When he gets the right angle, it makes me go all funny. And the cum! Loads of it!"

"Cumslut!" Tarin laughed and leaned in to nibble at his mate's left ear tuft. "Maybe tomorrow when we've recharged I'll let him do me. Makes me cringe a little just thinking about it."

"Oh, you'll love it. Trust me." Gregin tilted his head and chirred quietly at the ear nibbling.

"I hate it when people say that to me."

"Oh, shush. Believe me for once. Now get back to nibbling. It feels good."

"Yes, dear."