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The sun was just cresting below the horizon, signaling the end to its daily vigil and inviting the starlit sky behind it to take over while it slept. Each one popped out, the brightest at first, the faintest ones remaining tentative before eliciting their faint glow. One furred and feathered creature welcomed the darkness, the peaceful and quiet sanctuary of his own gathering him up like a blanket, the cool air still warming his soul and mind.

Expelling the air from his chest, the gryphon relaxed on his rock, the same one he had watched the sunset on. Friday nights were great; no classes the next day to prepare for and an easy opportunity to distance himself from the rest of the college community. He wasn't antisocial, but he found the partying to be a bit too rowdy on some nights and he knew this was going to be one of them. The college football team had just won its first playoff game of the season and the players and fans were out ready to celebrate. He had been there in the stands, cheering as exuberantly as all the other fans, but after leaving the stadium, Luna had taken flight to the skies, traveling out a couple miles to an outcropping where he could look down on the city from above.

Being alone brought freedom to his mind and body, his clothes lying discarded a few yards behind him, the soft wind rustling over his feathers, caressing his wings, enticing him to take flight yet again, but for now, he was content to let it run through his dark panther fur. The government had disavowed some interspecies relationships, science and gruesome experience showing that some animal hybrid matches just could not match without expressing some usually disturbing gene mutations. Thankfully, though, felines and avians seemed to match along just fine, producing an individual species of their own.

There were very few of his kind around, as even though conception was perfectly safe no matter if the mother was cat or bird, it was very rare. Successful impregnation rates showed that, compared to same species mating, it was over six hundred times harder for the sperm and egg and actually match and create what the body would accept as an embryo, and then later, a child. Surprisingly enough, in a college whose yearly attendance numbers barely cracked 2,500 students, he was one of four feathered felinious birds, two being obscure members of far too many random societies ranging from chess to hackey-sack to proving that 9/11 was in fact a government conspiracy, the other being the focus of Luna's attention ever since he arrived here.

Tristan was one grade above him, currently a junior to Luna's sophomore status. Tristan was considered one of the tougher guys around, but he didn't flaunt it around like some guys might, but rather he seemed to embody what true maturity was, using his strength not only to protect others, but also to entertain, as such he did just a few hours ago. Luna's muscles trembled as he remembered watching what might prove to be the best return of the season, the adrenaline from before reminding him of the complete abandon at which he yelled as he watched the red and gold gryphon weave through the field, breaking and avoiding well over five potential tacklers on his way to a 106 yard kickoff return to springboard the second half comeback that left them the victors.

Another part of him remembered that moment as well, his black-furred sheath twitching from the happy image. Luna closed his eyes briefly, letting his brain and libido run their course; he was miles away from anybody else, so he had no reason to be ashamed. Besides, there wasn't much in the way of his package to be ashamed of. He brought one of his paws to brush over his emerging shaft, the bare sky-blue flesh rapidly inflating, throbbing outwards until all nine inches had exited their home. The pads of his feline paws, the last remaining area northwards that was pantherine, teased his sensitive flesh, first tickling over the smooth head, before sliding down to tickle the barbs that coated the next third of the staff. He imagined Tristan stroking his tongue over it, groaning as he brought his paw back up to his maw, coating it with his saliva before returning his slick paw, his cock throbbing heavily in thanks.

He imagined the fur of Tristan's cheetah half against his own, panther and cheetah locked in an embrace, rubbing their beaks together. While Luna was hybrid between an eagle and panther, Tristan was one of a cheetah and falcon, creating a vibrant mix of colors in his feathers that only served to mix perfectly with the golden and black spotted fur. There wasn't a more stunningly hot and gorgeous male on campus than he and how the black and blue gryphon desired to see all of him. The thought of licking up his chest and rubbing his beak with the other's was glorious, but the blue bird was determined to move things along slowly. This was his ritual almost every other week; he was content with short rub-outs in a few minutes between some classes, but this was the time where he spent hours building up to climax and hours more relishing it afterwards.

The pads of his paw began to slide lower, traveling further down to the base, groaning loudly as one of his fingers slid over his most sensitive part-his stud. He had bought it with half of his graduation money, a small jade gem that had been speared into the ridge created as the two bulges of his small knot met. It had hurt like all hell then, but now provided extra fun for him. He pressed it inward, hissing out as he felt the end of it rub against the insides of his organ, taking shuddering breaths as he both pleasured and tortured himself in the sharp, painful ecstasy.

A small bead of precum formed at the tip of his slit, providing far longer lasting lubricant than his own saliva. Leaning his head against a comfortable pocket in the rocks, Luna watched from a level view as his paw stroked down and up his pole, spreading the first drop of pre over his swelling urethra, moaning as another drop joined it, followed by another. Sliding his other paw down, he began tickling his pelvis, gently sliding his claws over the shivering muscles between his legs and surrounding his maleness.

He shook in delirium as those gentle touches brought him to shudder again and again, the cool air only helping to excite him more. Luna grasped his balls, pulling the sac down tightly against his scrotum as he vigorously rubbed his cock, pre dribbling from it faster than he could spread it over the sky-blue muscle. Drops accumulated on his groin, the puddle breaking its viscosity, streams being created as it made its way down his waist.

Now left drooling, Luna slowed back down, leaving his cock to simply throb on the puddle of the clear fluid as he slid two fingers down over his bulging urethra, another two over the bulbs of his knot. Sliding his feet towards his rear, he arched his waist up and then groaned loudly as one of his fingers drove into his asshole, the four inch long digit fighting against his sphincter, though it was destined to lose. The black and blue gryphon couldn't help but clench, but after a minute, he managed to relax enough to begin moving it around, sliding back out a couple inches before plowing back in.

Finding his prostate was always a bit of task, he swore that thing moved when he wasn't in contact with it. A few seconds later, a spurt of pre lacing over his chest and a lewd gasp and violent squeeze on his finger told him he had hit it. Nudging it a few more times, Luna groaned in sweet pleasure, the image of not his hand, but the nimble fingers and tongue of Tristan, sitting in front of his ass, cradling his rump as he fed on it, was almost enough to send him over the edge, but he held on, easing back down as he began to slowly thrust his finger in and out of his anus.

Wet pads drug over his knot and the very base of his dick, slipping over and lightly pressing into his jaded stone, drawing more grunts from his heavy chest. His strong tail swayed above him, teasing his calves and hamstrings, the nimble and loving appendage even dancing down to stroke his scrotum. It was a work of art, his tail, the fur ever so slowly shifting from black to blue from base to tip, bands of fur the same color of his penis alternating and growing in width the further up his eyes went until the tip that was almost white in contrast.

Black-tipped wings with dark blue feathers spanned out underneath him, rising against the increasing velocity of the wind, sheltering his body from the growing cold of the night. His ruff of bright blue feathers cushioned him against the rock his head lay on, his blue eyes taking in the sight of his gorgeous body that shimmered in the moonlight. Luna only wished for one thing: that Tristan was here so that the free safety football player, physics classmate and hottest guy in the college would appreciate his body too. Even more than that, he wished he could spend that time doing the very same for Tristan.

Three girls had cheated on him, almost seeming to use him as a gateway into the dating athletes ring, no relationship lasting more than a few months before the cheetah caught wind of the affair she had started. Luna had always watched him afterwards, hoping for a sign that he would have a chance, but it never seemed to faze him. That very day of the break-up, Tristan would be smiling, laughing and cheery as usual, but Luna couldn't help but wonder how much of it was a disguise. He had never dated anyone himself, being homosexual didn't leave him very many options, plus all of the hot guys in high school tended to act like douche bags.

Ever since he arrived here though, he knew from the first football game who he wanted not only as his first date, but as his only date, his only relationship. He wanted to feel that feline's shaft in his paws and in his ass, but so far, after a year and a half, there didn't seem to be much hope. That didn't mean Luna couldn't imagine, and so he used his mind as the best possible substitute available to him. His ass sucked on his finger as if begging it to empty itself into him, but his digit had no slit and his digit had no balls, and so he just kept thrusting.

Eventually, Luna added a second finger to his first, immediately hissing as his muscles began stretching again, his tail slapping the rock in front of him, wings fluttering underneath him and another spurt of the free flowing precum pouring out from his shaft. He couldn't stop himself from moaning lustily as the two fingers worked inside his ass, the occasional contact with his prostate keeping his package and larynx constantly engaged.

Closing his eyes, the blue and black gryphon lost himself in the pleasure, his free paw rubbing over his knot, wonderful blasts of pleasure coursing through his crotch, beginning the slow reeling towards the inevitable, the loose fishing line tightening, waiting to hook into him and refuse to let go until it had what it wanted. Luna saw no reason to hold off any longer, closing his maw to stifle the whimper he let out as he forced a third digit in, giving himself a couple seconds to get used to it before he began slamming all three up and down his tailhole.

Bringing his other paw back to his shaft, Luna began to slide those pads up and down in a rhythmic beat, stopping every few seconds to pay special attention to his more than sensitive barbs. The soft heat in the very roots of his shaft were already beginning, the length left on that fishing line starting to reach a precarious and soon to be ending line that would tug on him relentlessly until his balls had emptied every drop of cum.

In his mind, the panther's fur was not in fact feeling the caresses of the wind, but rather the caressing gold and black paws of what would be his mate. He could feel his black striped beak against his cheek, the wet tongue tickling his ear as his cheetah body torque thrust into his rear, his thick, black shaft working him silly. The burning built more, his knot beginning to grow more and more sensitive, his prostate eliciting shrill cries from Luna's maw every time his fingers rammed into it.

That was when he noticed it; a flash of a new color in his closed eyes, the brightness of the moon and stars dampened for a fraction of a second as if a shadow had passed over. Opening his eyes, Luna let go of his shaft despite the reasonable complaints it delivered, echoing its disappointment at being neglected just now with a splatter of precum that hit the gryphon's chin. Luna looked into the sky, scanning for something that would make natural sense, such as a passing cloud or airplane, but he couldn't see any sign of the first or hear any for the second.

Confusion did not help his libido, and though his cock remained firm, he slipped his fingers out of his anus, feeling a bit anxious. No one in the college knew of his tendencies, and he wanted to keep it that way until he found the right guy. Having someone to lean on for support should things get rough would be crucial for him. He wanted to be ousted on his own terms, not from someone seeing his stuffing his asshole with his claws. Even without his claws feasting in there, his shiny blue tunnel gave evidence that it had been stretched; Luna could feel it quivering and contracting, trying to work the absent fingers as well as tighten back up.

That's when he heard it land. He couldn't see from this angle who or what it was, but he dared not move. Being one of only four gryphons, he could not blend in and whoever was down there, if it had eyes, would recognize him either now or within the next few days the following week, not to even mention the rumors that would have been created and spread before the weekend was even over. Any hope he might have had in stealing Tristan away from the other team would be dead then too, as no self-respecting athlete, even if he were gay, would want to get himself caught in the middle of that.

He tried to steady his breaths, but they still came out shaky, the endorphins and adrenaline in his bloodstream making it almost impossible for him to lie still, but he did his best, even slipping his tail over his belly to hold it still. Noises came from no more than fifty yards from his hideout, the soft pads hitting the ground, growing louder, coming closer. Luna's cock was already growing flaccid at this point, but it was not going to make it back inside his sheath in time, nor would it take anything more than a glance over to know exactly what he had been doing, with his whole belly practically glistening with sweat and precum juices.

Each agonizing step seemed to be heading directly towards his location, Luna now practically counting down the last few seconds of his dignity's life away. Within a few more strides, whoever it was would have to be blind not to see his stripped clothes and would also have to be brain dead or lacking a nose to figure out both what was going on and where it was coming from. The outcropping Luna was lying on had but only one entrance, the rest was a precipice overlooking a plateau rising a good two hundred feet. Maybe if he scooted back slowly, he could silently disappear over the cliff and fly off. He would never come back for those clothes, but whoever it was would only know what had happened here, rather than also who had done it.

Pushing softly back with his bent legs, Luna began to slink over the rocks, pushing himself just a few feet from the ledge. He was almost there, but then as his back slid over, he nearly lost his balance, having to flail his tail around to keep from falling over it backwards. As he caught his balance, a feeling of dread passed into him. His tail had just given him away. He could already hear the steps headed straight for him and he froze with terror.

Five steps away...Luna's maw was dry, his lungs no longer breathing, his eyes locked on the ledge that would be the final barrier before he was exposed to first, the individual, and by tomorrow, the whole city. His ass hung up over the rock, leaving every bit of his work evident, from the glistening pre around his tail star to the quivering flesh itself.

Four steps...three...he now caught sight of the silhouette of the other's own tail, a long one like his, but even longer still. Tears came to his eyes, his shaft now no more than a four inch slinky, just like him in its vain efforts to hide. Knowing the end was here didn't help alleviate his fears and pains and the thought of just flinging himself over the cliff was enticing.

Two steps...his ruff popped over the rocks, the first sight of his wings causing him to stop for a fraction of a second, realization hitting home harder than a speeding train. It was Tristan!

One step...and then they locked eyes.

"Luna?! What are you doing out here?"

"I...I was just...well..."

Luna muttered, growing silent again, paralyzed with not only fear but the horror of seeing the one he had wanted for so long. This was the first time he had ever talked to him beyond a simple passing in a hallway or corridor before and it was devastating to know that this would the situation his first real visit came in the form of. How would he ever live this down, how would ever live with himself after this?

"You were what? Getting off?"

It was such a blunt question, followed by a small chuckle, that Luna gave up trying to hide it. He knew what he was going to get as a response, but it was so obvious already what he was doing, he figured there was nothing worse that could happen by just saying it here.

"Yeah...to you."

Now it was Tristan's turn to be confused. His golden face twisted in confusion, amber eyes twinkling as he digested and contemplated what he had just been told.

"You were getting off to me."

He didn't even make it a question; as if he had understood exactly what it meant the first time and was now just rinsing the idea around in his mouth, trying to figure up a way to respond to it. Luna figured it would end with him spitting it out, but at least his beak hadn't been caved in...yet. Sitting down on his haunches, his golden and black banded tail swishing behind him, Tristan just stared at him. Luna stared back, those amber eyes shining far better than the stars in the sky, but he knew they were connected to a brain, and it had to be thinking about how ludicrous he must be to make such a statement.

"Yeah."

The answer was short, but at this point, any extra words might as well be uncontrolled shrapnel and Luna had no clue which ones might cause damage. The falcon simply nodded his head in agreement, emotionless even in the sight of the still very exposed rump and still twitching and wet and blue tailhole. Shifting those amber eyes around, the red feathered bird finally locked them back onto Luna's blue ones and then seemed to finally scan over his body, spending more than a couple seconds gazing in the general direction of his crotch.

From this position, Luna couldn't see anything more than Tristan's upper half. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but that wasn't too abnormal as the fabric usually limited the agility of their feathers. The smell of his own musk being so close to him kept him from taking in any of Tristan's scent. Luna only stared back, growing a bit more hopeful, and frankly, couldn't help but grow a bit more hard. Staring back at the topless Tristan, his blue shaft was swelling again, regaining its length until a small dribble of fresh precum slid down the head. The desire to touch it was intense, but he couldn't start pawing off in front of the cheetah, it would just be wrong. Closing his eyes, Luna finally decided to give into it, groaning as his shaft practically throbbed its way to an orgasm

Tristan stared back at the prone and very exposed panther, watching as he closed his eyes, giving into the need that pulsed so freely from his shaft. His blue flesh was enticing and Tristan's nose was practically being drugged with his musk. Luna was acting as if he thought the cheetah would punch him, kick him or just insult him in some way, but if he only knew. Bringing one paw down to his own groin, Tristan softly hissed as he squeezed down on his own solid bone, hard and throbbing but still trapped in his pants, if only for the next couple seconds.

Luna had given up, not knowing if Tristan was even there anymore, rather too entranced now in his lust to care. He would later, he was sure of that, but for now, the instinctual need to release was demanding his attention. The panther's rump still rested on the same rock he had stopped at before, his wet hole quivering from the wind. He was never prepared for it, simply breathing as the waves of euphoria drove him towards climax. He cried out as a warm, wet appendage coiled around his pulsing shaft, sliding up to clean the precum off of it before wrapping tightly around it and squeezing deliciously.

His eyes open now, the blue and black gryphon stared and moaned in disbelief as the image of the falcon's red tongue slithered over his penis, bringing beautiful warmth to his member and heart. Luna could hardly believe it, but his eyes and senses gave him no reason to doubt the reality of it. Huffing and moaning, he just laid his head back onto the ground, allowing Tristan full access to his groin. After a few glorious pumps, the tongue slipped back off, and then the heat and weight of another body met him as Tristan lay down on top of him, pressing his own dark red dick down upon Luna's.

"Why me, Luna? What's so special about me?"

Opening his eyes again, the blue orbs with tears of joy flowing through them, Luna responded with the only answer he had.

"Because you're not just the kind of guy I've always needed, you are the only guy I have ever wanted."

Luna moaned heavily as the gryphon on top of him softly thrust his hips forward, his whole shaft covered in barbs, not the slightest bit avian. Precum spat out between their bodies from the stimulation and just kept drooling as the panther realized his dream was going to come true; Tristan actually wanted him too. He chirped happily as he felt the other male's arms wrap around his back, pulling him in for a hug before he felt himself lifted up. Luna let him and sighed when he was gently rolled back down, this time with Tristan on the bottom.

"Can I trust you to not change your mind within a few months? I'm open to new things if it means I get to keep the one I thought I loved and believed loved me back."

Letting out a soft sob of both relief at the situation and sorrow at the statement, Luna huddled close to Tristan, his panther half buried in the cheetah fur, his feathers intertwined with the red ones underneath him. He had never felt so happy before in his life, which meant something, as he was a rather positive guy, but this just outweighed everything by far.

"Absolutely Tristan. I love you more than I love my life."

"You're a sweet guy, Luna. You know what else you are?"

"Oh, do please tell me."

"You're fucking beautiful and I want to make you mine tonight."

"Only if I get to do the same tomorrow."

"Deal, but you take me out to dinner first."

With the initial formalities of their first date already taken care of, the two gryphons got down to business. Tristan slid back against a ledge, using it as leverage to roll back on top of his new boyfriend, lifting him up and laying his body back over the same rock as before, his ass lifted up over it. Using one paw as a cushion for Luna, he cradled his head before the second paw reached down to softly grasp the shining, hot, blue shaft standing tall over the ebony black fur shimmering in the grace of the moon. Lining his own red cock up with the cleft of Luna's rear, he thrust forward, letting out a shuddering sigh as the black fur tickled his barbs, stroking over his needy flesh.

Sliding his paws back to cradle Luna's lower back, Tristan kept thrusting through his cleft, his cock drooling and spurting precum to mix the both the old and the new fluids streaming over Luna's chest fur and into his perfect dark blue feathers. Luna clawed at the rocks, huffing in ecstasy, his shaft's base just barely being scrubbed over by the red length soaking his rump. His tail coiled around one of Tristan's legs, his claws scraping at the rocks underneath him as he was so torturously stimulated. His rump was completely drenched in both sweat and precum, his tailstar a bit tighter, but more than lubricated enough for entry. The panther was a virgin in every way, but tonight he was going to be claimed by the only fur he ever dreamed of.

"Oh, Tristan, oooh, feels so good. I love you."

Luna managed to purr out a few words at a time, simply too enraptured to get his vocal chords to work at a consistent, unbroken pace. All he wanted was to feel that hot shaft inside of him, thrusting deeper than his fingers had ever gone, helping him find muscles he had never known existed.

"I love you too, you sexy bird. You want to go further?"

"Yes, please yes!"

Without even a second's hesitation, the cheetah slid back again, this time lining up the tip of his shaft with the slick blue opening in between the two black cheeks. Hissing in a deep breath, Tristan bent over his mate, sliding his paws back up to his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug before he drove forward, immediately burying the first four inches into the hungry passage. Luna yelped, but it hadn't been that long since he had been fingering himself and the initial sting faded away in a few seconds, leaving the sensation of the hot, pulsing, drooling organ inside of him at the forefront of his mind.

Tristan didn't remain still for long, his paws digging into Luna's beautiful shoulders, massaging deeply into the muscles as he pushed further into his boyfriend. The tunnel felt far different than any female's he had been with before, clenching at him tightly, begging him further forward while at the same time trying to drive him out as if he were the last remaining log of shit left to get rid of on the toilet. The feeling was unlike anything he had felt before. Luna gripped hard at him, forcing him to work at sinking in deeper, but every gasp and groan and chirp he heard from the bird spurred him on.

Inch by inch he traveled forward, slinking forward until he felt his balls softly rest against the thinly black furred scrotum, relaxing into his lover's strong embrace. Tristan was happy to rest on top the murring gryphon, giving him ample time to get used to the nine inch long cock throbbing inside of him. Luna felt not only closeness, but also a strong heat inside of him, a distinct warmth he hadn't known before. Wrapping his arms around the cheetah's back, he hissed, clenching his ass hard, urging Tristan forward.

Shuddering in pure ecstatic bliss, the red and gold torso drug his barbed shaft back out, echoing the same noises the panther let out as they began to mate for the first time. Luna had never experienced any kind of true sexual contact, but this was everything he had dreamed of and more. It was truly impossible to describe the sensations he was being overwhelmed with at the moment, those devilish barbs both tickling and tugging at his flesh, stimulating him as if he was a female in heat, coaxing him to release his eggs to meet the soon to be released sperm.

Tristan pulled until his shaft was completely free of the blue flesh, resting, but throbbing proudly, upon the black tail. Rubbing his head against Luna's one last time, he straightened himself out, gliding his paws back to the black-furred waist and then plunging forward again, driving his whole length into his now gloriously moaning partner. He let it pulse for a few seconds before again fully exiting, leaving his slit to drizzle his stream of precum into the sky blue tunnel.

Clutching the grass with his claws, Luna yowled in glee as all nine inches of his lover's shaft plunged into him again, and then ripped back out, leaving his prostate humming and his flesh tingling. This pace was slow enough that he could keep control over his release, holding himself back to let Tristan catch up. Another brutally fantastic thrust slammed his hips up, his flesh squeezing down on the constantly invading member, its futile efforts being ignored as the hot snake slithered out again, but note before it left another long drool of precum to mark his muscles and wet him up for the next crushing entrance, which came a mere second after it left.

Moans and grunts echoed off the cliff walls and into the desolate night sky, as Tristan ploughed his lover's ass, increasing his speed and the strength of his thrusts. He no longer exited fully, rather keeping his cockhead as a driving point, allowing him to spend no time lining up his reentries, focusing solely on pleasuring himself and the writhing, gasping gryphon underneath him. His eyes danced between Luna's blue eyes and his crotch, watching his own cock devour the gorgeous ring every time he pumped, while staring intently the hot blue rod in front of him that was spurting precum out with every hump.

Bringing one of his paws a bit further downward, Tristan grabbed a firm hold of the panther's tail base, gripping it strongly enough to limit almost all extra movement. His second paw slipped around to his mate's front, his fingers softly wrapping around the drooling penis, dragging his thumb down his swollen bulge until he firmly pressed down on the jade stud. Grinning in pleasure, the cheetah rammed forward and held there, grinding hard against the deep walls of his flesh, depositing his precum over a foot inside his gaping tunnel.

An echoing chirp of bliss met him as Luna's cock spasmed in the cheetah's paw, a long rope of precum spewing out in response to the presence of the pads rubbing it. Tristan simply stroked over the blue member, softly squeezing it, bending down to caress the tip of it with his tongue, leaving his own shaft trapped, buried hard in the constantly squeezing grip of the panther's anal cave. The strength of the squeezing increased as Tristan drove his mate closer to his release point, encouraging him to just let it all out.

Finally, Tristan began bucking a few inches back and forth, letting out a gasp as the pleasure suddenly relit his fuse, his ears flicking as Luna let out a deep moan. A blue tongue flicked outside his beak, lying to the side as Luna drooled in pleasure while also trying to pull in enough air to sustain himself. The ministrations on his shaft never ceased and were driving him closer to the edge of his climax, one that promised to leave him more satisfied than ever before.

Neither male spoke, simply allowing their actions and spirited play to evoke the emotional connection they shared. Every deft stroke over the blue length brought shivers from Luna's crotch and legs, as well as another spurt of precum. Finally, in the midst of his constant thrusting, Tristan went all out, sliding his free paw down the slick shaft once more and then wrapping firmly around the small, bulging knot at its base and slipping the tip into his maw. With his thumb, he pressed into the cock stud hard and then took the whole length into his mouth and throat, sucking and licking with his tongue.

Luna let out an earth shatter screech and bucked forward, his shaft sputtering out a small glob of cum, before his balls slammed hard against his scrotum and began pumping out their full load. Long streams of thick, strong spunk poured out, leaving Luna his own dick's prisoner. The black-furred and blue-feathered male pulsed again and again, finally forcing a nearly gagging Tristan off, but only for the time it took to wrap his beak around the pole, leaving just the spewing tip free to empty its contents all over the panther's chest.

The tongue stroked all over his length, spending extra time to stimulate his extended barbs before diving back down towards his base and then sliding back up yet again, the slow pumping helping to encourage even more spunk from his balls. Finally, Tristan simply let go of his still spitting snake, bringing his paws back to the sweaty black rump as he resumed his own thrusting, howling in joy as his cock raked through the viselike grip of Luna's clenching anus. The movements caused Luna's shaft to whip back and lace the last spurt of his cum over his cream white belly and red-feathered chest.

Luna lay there numbly, but still in need. His cock was still hard as a rock, his whole body from toes to ruff, desperately needing to feel Tristan's hot seed pour into him. Each pounding thrust into his form sent a ripple through his tired muscles, his body left exhausted but still waiting to house the heated spunk the cheetah above him was coming closer to releasing.

The white lines of spunk laced all over Luna's chest were gloriously hot and did nothing to ebb Tristan's libido. Instincts and lust drove him forward at a blinding speed, the sight of that blue shaft in front of him turning him into a crazed lunatic. Fucking those girls had always been nice, but they weren't anything compared to what he had now. They would arguably be the hottest couple on campus and he didn't want to be quiet about it. Luna did love him and wanted him just as badly as he found himself wanting the lovely bird back.

There was something just strangely naughty and dirty about what they were doing, but it also felt more right than he had ever believed. Letting out a surprisingly dominating growl, Tristan again switched to holding the panther's tail, his other paw gripping hard around the solid cock just inches from his face. His tongue darted out and licked from base to tip, his paw beginning to stroke up and down its length. He heard Luna mewl, but there was no resistance in his voice or body. His own thrusts continued, pleasure burning through him, spurring him onward as he plunged forward again and again.

His shaft tingled as it was again rubbed and licked, the sore aching of overstimulation clear, but not enough to offset the pleasure that was building again at an insane pace. Too exhausted to do much of anything, Luna just laid on the ground, limp except for his ass and excited cock and crotch, shivers running through his length as Tristan's firm grip drew him closer to another orgasm. Precum started to leak out, starting with small drops, but quickly turning into a constant ooze, lubing his urethra up for his quickly incoming second orgasm.

Tristan continued to thrust forward, his balls burning with the constant slapping against the hard muscle of the panther's scrotum, but he could feel them drawing in, merely seconds away from his climax. Letting out a loud rumble, the cheetah drew backward slowly, deliciously, enjoying the wonderful feeling of Luna's ass hugging his cock, pulling out to the tip before hilting himself again, driving forward and beginning to hump with abandon, driving in and out a couple inches as he spurred himself towards his peak.

It took only a few seconds, Tristan howling with glee as indescribable heat lanced up his shaft, a long stream of searing spunk pouring into the depths of Luna's ass, one shot after another, simply pumping deeper and deeper into him. Luna moaned as he felt the seed flow into him, the pressure on his rectum increasing until the constant stream broke past it, drooling into his intestines. Small dribbles did make it out of his ass, flowing multiple streams down the crevices of his ass and crotch.

The heat built up inside of him, growing stronger, until the blue and black gryphon's cock jumped in the ever stroking paw of Tristan's. Luna hissed as watery cum raced out of it, splattering all over his beak, neck and chest. The shaft buried inside of him finally began to run out of seed, the last bit oozing into his swollen belly while he laid there.

No words were spoken as the two gryphons embraced each other in exhaustion. The heat between them was more than enough to keep them warm despite the cold air. Both of them purred and chirped at each other in delight, their sounds echoing through the night, their intensity fading as they quieted down, holding each other in a strong hug as they fell asleep.

Three weeks later, Luna was again in the stands, wearing a jersey with the number twenty-six on it. On the field, fifty something athletes all jumped around in excitement, the final touchdown scored just seconds ago, a five point victory gained along with the championship football championship. One of those athletes, a red and gold gryphon named Tristan was celebrating just as enthusiastically, his jersey sporting the number twenty-six mixed in with all the other jerseys with different numbers. Individual members all part of one team that had come together throughout the whole season to achieve the ultimate goal.

Tears of happiness rolled down Luna's face, joy at seeing his boyfriend so excited and feeling proud of the what he had achieved. The last three weeks had been wonderful, from dinner dates to movies, from nights together in bed to hours together in physics and at the gym. Tristan had even helped him out himself for the first time to a larger group, introducing him as his boyfriend during one of the practices. His support had not only given him a best friend, but also relieved him of what had been his darkest secret.

He watched as the chaos mellowed out, the drama returning back to the center stage, the announcer addressing both the crowd and the team. The losing squad had disappeared, drifting into the back, their run at two straight championships ended at the last game. It had taken a last second sharpshooter like pass from thirty yards out to their star receiver, a coyote named Raul, who used some amazing footwork and determination, and a massive block by Tristan, to spring into the endzone, only to be immediately mobbed by his whole team as the scoreboard changed in their favor. With a two point lead, the coach decided to just play it safe, leaving his regular offense on the field for the point after, simply having the quarterback take a knee as the whole stadium erupted.

Luna smiled as their team was crowned the national champions of the division of nearly one hundred thirty teams, the achievement every sports player dreamed of and strived for. It was even better for him now that he had a personal connection with them. The team had accepted him and Tristan with hardly a blink of an eye, even inviting him to some of the team's parties. The cheetah had done an almost seamless job of incorporating him into his life, as a lover and a football player and a student, and for that, Luna couldn't have been happier.

Three hours later, the team was at the quarterback, Mike's house, the celebration continuing on and on. Many of the players had brought their girlfriends, but not everyone. Two male gryphons, one black and blue, the other red and gold, swayed together on the floor, their paws and tails intertwined in the dance of love only the lucky few really got to experience and hold onto.