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City life vs country life. It's actually amazing just how many people argue over such things. In the cities there are jobs, opportunities, communities, and people of all races and classes, but it's cramped, gray, and overwhelming to those who prefer seclusion. In the country, life is simpler and the job market is limited, but the air is cleaner, the people tend to be nicer, and there's more room to live one's life.

Both environments had their perks and issues, but the primary difference that mattered to Norathip the draptor (a dog-sized Dragon-Raptor hybrid) was that there were more animals in the country zones. Between the forests and lakes, he could find all the food he needed; on the farms and ranches, he could get all the companionship he wanted.

Norathip was a travelling dragon who went from city to city, visiting fellow dragons and other friends along the way. While on foot, he often stuck to the outer rim of the city to remain near the forests and farms, and on this night he was nearing a very peculiar farm.

Most of the farms and ranches introduced Norathip to the usual livestock and steeds such as chickens, pigs, cows, and horses; a few even housed other massive feral dragons! This farm, however, was different. Norathip crept along the wooden fence of the outer rim of the pasture, keeping his profile low as his claws dug at the soft grass and dirt. It was late at night so the blue-scaled draptor would remain hidden and unseen by the common eyes of the ranch hands and owners; he needed the cover of a moonless sky to slip into the barn itself.

Norathip wasn't going to kill and eat livestock or otherwise harm the creatures here, he just enjoyed the company and sometimes he found a dragon to snuggle with, so of course he was willing to take the risk.

As he crept along the ground, belly gently tickled by the grass as his silky motions slid him across the pasture, he saw two large figures standing in the field by the far fence. He lifted his head and adjusted his eyes to get a better look, confirming it was two large brown horses. One was a lighter chocolate-cream color with a large round belly, speckles on his flank down to his rump, and a series of piercings on its nose and ears, ebon feathering lining each of his hooves. The other was darker - almost black - with its mane held up in buns with white patterns on his belly.

Curious and willing to take the risk, Norathip tiptoed on his claws over to the two horses, slowly making his presence known by lifting his head as he got closer. He didn't want to spook or startle the studs, so he made a gentle vocalization comprised of a chirp and a playful growl.

The darker of the two hopped away, spooked by the dragon's noise, but the lighter of the two kept still, shaking his mane and nickering as he rubbed a hoof into the ground. As Norathip came closer, he saw that the stallion was wearing a pair of goggles that were resting just above his eyes but below his ears.

Peculiar. Not common attire for an equine. Perhaps a harness or a blanket would be appropriate, but goggles?

Norathip shook his head gently and ignored it, slowly moving in towards the stallion with his side exposed. It was a common way to get permission from a horse to show one's flank; if anyone or any creature slipped up to a horse without making as much of itself known, the horse could get spooked. Horses were herbivores that were usually in packs and their only defences in the wild used their hooves - by kick or dash. If a horse saw something it didn't recognize coming from the shadows, it only made sense to strike or run, and Norathip didn't want that, so he exposed his black and blue-striped flank to the horse as he approached the beast.

Even with all the warnings and clear messages of peace, Norathip was surprised this chocolate-cream colored equine didn't move away. When in the pasture at night, almost all dragons and equines bolted, even the ones used to scaled companionship.

The draptor's heart raced as his fantasies grew and formed in front of him. Alone, in a pasture, in the middle of the night with a seemingly compassionate equine.

Even though his fantasy came fully formed before visiting this ranch, Norathip found himself unsure of what to do next. Somewhat stiff and surprised, he gave the stud's front leg a gentle nip which was met with a nicker and a lip-nibble from the horse on the draptor's wing membrane.

Shocked, Norathip hopped back and laid low, not expecting the horse's nibble. However, the stud hopped forth and leaned his head down, nuzzling at the draptor before giving some more gentle lip-caressing.

Norathip could clearly see that this horse was in a playful and amicable mood, so he slowly crept around to the beast's side and hopped up to rest his claws on the equine's hip, nibbling at his belly from the side. This gentle affection seemed to please the stud, so he hopped around on his hind legs to behind the horse, nuzzling his round muzzle underneath his tail, nipping at the inside of the equine's rump cheeks. As he looked down, he saw the gently illuminated orbs between the hind legs shift and bulge out a bit, the form of a tiny little paw pressing out against the flesh.

Confused, the draptor shrugged the odd occurrence off, attributing it to sleepiness. He gave another nip at the meaty rump cheeks and licked between them until the tip of his tongue prodded at the round pucker underneath the tail, the sensitive flesh acting like a button to raise the tail high in the air and push itself out to expose a star of gentle pink flesh. Norathip pulled away and licked his muzzle to enjoy the view of his saliva dribbling down between the equine's rump cheeks, the pursed out pucker practically throbbing in desire.

This was too much to handle all at once, so he hopped back down onto all fours and watched as the chocolate-cream colored beast slowly lowered his tail and looked back at the draptor with saddened, almost disappointed eyes.

A pleasant surprise in the form of a wafting scent came bubbling out from under the horse, a thick earthy musk that smelled of oats, hay, sweat, and an inexplicable sweetness. Curious, Norathip cocked his head to the side to see what the aroma was and saw the gentlest of glisten vibrating off the horse's sheathe, a few droplets of the musky fluid splattering on the blades of grass that were collecting dew.

The draptor licked his muzzle a bit and pushed his snout up between the horse's inner thigh and sheathe, nuzzling and licking at the folds as the stallion's massive member folded out of itself, slowly smothering his nose in the process. Norathip continued to nuzzle at the emerging member as it grew and inflated itself, widening so much that the juice-dripping cock opening expanded to slide over the draptor's muzzle, sucking gently on his tongue.

Confused and a little shocked, Norathip hopped back out from under the horse, the incredibly wide flare sucking on his muzzle tip and not letting go; as he pulled on it - more like it pulled on him - the stallion's full length dropped from its sheathe, eventually letting go with a wet pop and a gaping opening the very width and shape of the draptor's muzzle.

He was absolutely scared of what had just happened. The horse's very cock opening gaped open and sucked on his snout, and was now laying gaped open in the musk-soaked grass, the opening aimed right at the shaken Norathip.

The horse leaned its head around and nipped at the draptor's rump, lips clamping down on a bit of loose scales as the cock stiffened and extended towards the prospective meal.

It all made sense now! Norathip realized that the little paw print pressing out from the stallion's oversized orbs wasn't a figment of the imagination, but some poor little creature that had been sucked up the powerful creature's shaft!

That was not going to be this draptor. Not tonight.

Opting not to have another go at the living, seemingly-prehensile horse cock that had already gave his snout an oddly compelling blowjob, Norathip hopped away and crept towards the barn, belly low to the ground and body practically slithering through the grass until he made it to the relative safety of the barn. He left the cock-hungry horse behind him in the pasture to hop up onto and mount the darker-haired beast that shared the field.

Once inside, he was met with a sight he'd never seen before, and was certainly not what he was expecting after seeing the twin studs sharing the fenced in area outside.

It was a typical barn, with a single aisle down the middle and stalls lining each of the walls, utility closets on either end. Nothing special at first glance, except that there were no horses in the stalls. Instead, each of the designated steed homes had a different variation of a bird inside. Gryphons, hippogryphs, and odd beastly bipedal birds with floofy breasts and tiny wings.

This appeared to be a sort of gryphon or hippogryph breeding facility, which certainly would have made sense.

Norathip, for all his wisdom and experience, should have known better after his previous encounter with the horses outside. Something was odd here, with horses that had cocks so large they could (and did) literally attempt to swallow a dog-sized draptor. But his mind was clouded with the residual scent of horny stallion stuck to the walls of his nostrils, and all he could think about was how sexy it would be to lick and nuzzle a well trained gryphon drake or hippogryph stallion.

He could feel the stirring in his loins as his throbbing member slipped its tip out from his slit. That cock needed to be satisfied as well as the one that tried to suck him up! Horny and beyond curious, the draptor hopped from stall to stall, checking out each of the feathered beasts within. Most of them were lying down or otherwise uninterested in the draptor's intrusion, so Norathip ignored them.

First in the biggest stall was a massive black and white gryphon, striped on his rump and speckled on his breast. He was sleeping and didn't even notice Norathip as he slipped past the stall. Next was a smaller green-feathered gryphon, then a blue feathered one. Both sleeping. The next was a pair of two-legged bird sleeping as they stood on a single foot, beak nuzzled into their own breast feathers, wings, wrapped tightly around them and one leg raised.

All fun looking, but all sleeping or otherwise uninterested.

Last in the line on this side of the barn was a quadruped hippogryph, with front hooves like a mare and golden talons on her hind legs. She had a golden-tipped bloodred-auburn coat and a thick mane around her neck. Clearly female, her posture was a bit more dignified and curvy than a male. Not really what Norathip was looking for. He had a hunger for cock. It was a simple desire, one easily satisfied in a barn full of gryphons and hippogryphs.

Half way through his search of potential companions for the night, Norathip hopped to the other side of the barn and looked into the stall to find a quadruped hippogryph similar to the last one he saw, only he was male and had black-fleshed talons rather than the golden fleshed talons of the hippogryph mare. This stallion wasn't asleep or otherwise distant; instead, he was actively looking at the tiny draptor between the bars on his stall door with an intense gaze, ears flicking and adjusting with each motion of the tiny scaled creature that was investigating him. He had a label on his stall, unlike most of the others. The sign simply read "Ilorek." Powerful name.

This was the one. This hippogryph seemed alert and interested in Norathip's presence. The draptor didn't even need to look at the rest of the stalls, he'd found the one to play with.

He crept up to the hippogryph stallion's gate, slipping under it with ease. The gate itself was made of a few thick bars, but there was about a meter between the ground and the bottom of it - enough for Norathip to slip under, but not enough for the occupant of the stall to do the same. Once inside, he looked up at the beast and chirped happily.

The hippogryph chirped back and lowered his head to the same height of Norathip, getting a few sniffs before pushing into the little one.

Yes, this was the one.

Completely sure of himself, Norathip wasted no time playfully hopping towards the quadruped beast in the stall with him, absolutely no care or worry about the feral's skittishness. Instead, Ilorek actually pounced on the draptor, pinning him to the ground with one hoof as he poked and prodded with his beak!

Norathip was being played with! This stud gryphon might have actually been more playful than Nor was!

Rather than waste time testing the waters, Norathip rolled out from under the hippogryph's hoof, pounced forth, and pushed his snout up between the stallion's hind legs, nuzzling at the much more appropriately sized orbs dangling there. He got a long, drawn out inhalation to sample the stallion's scents, and found it to be less sweet than the previous horse he'd played with in the pasture.

Luckily, Ilorek seemed as interested in the draptor's attention as Norathip was interested in the hippogryph's positive responses. Rather than pull away or grunt disapproval, he squatted down to practically sit on his guest, balls sagging over either side of his neck, sheathe unravelling on snout. Absolutely delicious, and the wrinkled folds of flesh were practically dripping arousal all over Norathip's face. Eager and hungry for that taste, he licked up at the folds of juicy flesh and swallowed down all the fluid that he got from it.

Right as he was about to nuzzle up a bit more, Ilorek rolled to his side and lifted a leg, showing his undercarriage. His cock was slowly growing from his sheathe, flesh folding out in gentle rolls as his balls tensed up and twitched gently. It couldn't be clearer to Norathip what he had to do next. Rather than pussyfoot around the stall, he hopped over a bale of hay and dove into Ilorek's inviting nethers, muzzle first. He could literally feel the tip of the cock unrolling in his maw, inflating down his throat as he gave it a gentle suckle, tongue cradling its underside.

Ilorek grunted and thrusts his hips sideways at Norathip's eager maw, cock continuing to bulge out and expand in the draptor's throat until it was fully exposed and growing erect. Within minutes, it was firm and rigid, straight down the scaled one's maw. His talon was still raised high in the air, and his balls were pulsating with each thrust, the soft flesh wiggling as his rump shifted.

Norathip pulled back, the cock slipping from his throat and leaving his gullet empty and gaped. He tried to chirp, but it came out as a gentle gurgle instead. The stud looked at him and seemed to smile, his cock flexing and remaining aimed directly at Nor's snout, practically blasting the scent of equine musk at the draptor's unprepared nostrils. Little glistening bulbs of fluid dribbled out the end of his barbed, equine shaft to splat in steamy puddles on the hay beneath him.

It was irresistable. Norathip could hold back no more. His own pink member had slipped from his slit, the musk in the air penetrating his form and the pleasure waves coursing down his spine to escape through the tip of his pointed, bulbed cock. He pressed his snout against the throbbing, drooling opening and buried his tongue in it, lapping at the fluids that were coming out and swallowing every drop. As he tried to pull his tongue out, he once again noticed a bit of a suction keeping it inside, much like the horse in the pasture. Not yet panicked but a touch concerned, he wrapped his talons around the shaft and tried to tug his tongue out of the opening only to find that he couldn't do it! The suction was too great, and the tugging only made his tongue sore (doubly so on the underside as it rubbed against his sharp teeth.

Just as panic was building in him, he felt a muscular contraction ripple through the massive equine shaft that was sucking on his tongue; a powerful lurch and suck that pressed the draptor's snout against the flat end of the cock. One more contraction, and the flare expanded outwards, the opening dilating to wrap itself around Norathip's snout, clamping his maw shut. At least he could suck his tongue back into his maw, but he couldn't tug his muzzle from the hungry cock!

"MRPH!" he struggled and pulled, talons digging into the ground through the hay as the cock continued to pulse, throb, and tug on the draptor's form. His own member remained firm, drooling precum and other fluids into the hay alongside Ilorek's mess. Cognitive Dissonance took over; on one talon, the idea of having a cock suck back and smother him was immensely arousing, but the bit of logic that still screamed at his consciousness told him this was not good, this was dangerous.

Maybe if he put a claw in there and pulled the dilated opening away, it would release the suction and let him go! Yes, that would work, of course it would!

Confident in his plan, Norathip broughtone talon up to the pulsating cock head, slipping his claws inside to pull the flesh wide, hoping to release the pressure of the suction. Instead, it just tugged his arm in as well, a long thin tendril of muscular flesh wrapping itself around his digits inside the cock to pull him in deeper. Not just the suction, but now inner tentacles?

Norathip felt desperation wash over him as the tendril inside continued to slither its way up and around his forearm, clamping tightly around the limb and pulling him in further. The equine flare gaped open and lurched forward, the juicy, musky flesh smothering him up to his eyes. The claws were doing nothing, and within just two or three small cock-pulsations, he found the flesh of the flare clamping down around his neck and sucking hard.

The tendril inside further pushed up to wrap around the draptor's head, pulling him in with one powerful tug. The wings snagged on the barbed flare for a moment, but Norathip couldn't hold back the fleshy torrent that was convulsing in waves up his form. His wings flattened against his back, his cock throbbed, his snout remained clamped shut due to pressure, and the tendrils held tight and tugged until all that was left hanging out the hungry gaping maw of Ilorek's cock was his tail and hind toes. At that point, the tendrils loosened from his upper body and talons and seemed to retract into a pouch beside the hippogryph's cock.

By now, any movement Norathip made to escape just pulled him in deeper. As the flare tightened and clamped around his rump, the muscles clamped shit from tip to base, effectively swallowing the draptor into the beast's balls. His snout pushed through something tight, then in one powerful, slick lurch he burst into the soft-fleshed, cavernous sack. He curled up in a ball inside as though he were in an egg, tail and toes falling in after him as he splashed in a puddle of thick, creamy fluid.

He couldn't see anything, only feel and hear the soft, stretchy flesh around him. He was resting heavily on the ground with the tender walls closing in around him, squeezing him tight. To this point, he was still holding his breath (draptors had great lung capacity), but he couldn't do it anymore! He tried to claw at the walls and escape, only to find that his talons slipped over the tender flesh rather than catch and tear. He had lost. He could press his talon out against the flesh and it would distend with ease around it - the beast's balls were immensely stretchy, as they'd have to be to fit a dog-sized draptor - but they seemed tear-proof.

This was it for Norathip. He was cock food for a hungry hippogryph.

Realizing there was nothing more to do, he reluctantly inhaled...finding that there was hot, wet air around him! He could breathe!

Curious, he prodded around the walls until he found the opening to the shaft, which was gaped open and had air flowing through it. For some odd reason, the beast's cock had opened up to let air flow into his balls. Perhaps Norathip wouldn't turn into the hippogryph cum that was sloshing around him. There was some hope, so he wiggled around until his snout pressed against the air-dispensing opening. He tried to push back up into it, but it was too tight and the fleshy sack he was in was too stretchy to get the leverage.

Suddenly, a powerful squeeze clamped the walls tight around him, forcing the pool of cum upwards over the draptor's body to flow out the cock opening above him! A few more contractions of thick hippogryh cum later, he felt the massive beast roll to his feet and have the encasement Norathip was in sag and drag along the ground.

Outside, he heard the faint creaking of someone opening the gate of the stall followed by a light patting of someone's hands against the beasts now-draptor-engorged testes.

"Got another one, huh Ilorek?" The voice muttered before leaving the stallion's pen.

After that, Norathip found himself growing sleepy from the exertion and the lack of air around him. He could still breathe, but his energy was drained, so he fell into a sleep, enjoying the sensation of hippogryph cum dribbling over his snout and pooling around his rump.

After a lengthy dream sequence involving the speckled horse and Ilorek both sucking on different limbs of Norathip, the horse eventually winning over the hippogryph, the draptor awoke to the sensation of swinging gently between the powerful hind legs of the beast that had swallowed him. He had no idea where he was going, but he could tell that Ilorek was walking somewhere, likely out of the pasture to be with the other horses.

After what seemed like miles of terrain, the hippogryph stopped moving. The muscles contracted around Norathip a few times as a thick, heavy rod of meat slapped against the side of the encompassing flesh in between pulsations.

If Norathip knew anything about stallions, he did know they often slapped their cock against their belly to get hard and cum. IT was a form of masturbation, and he was pretty sure that's what was going on.

Midway through his thought, he heard a bit of a growl from above him as the muscles tensed up tighter than they had the night before or this morning, shifting the draptor around inside until his snout pressed against the dilated opening to the beast's cock. In one powerful contraction, he slipped through the opening and the loose cock to splat out on the ground on his back beneath Ilorek's legs, covered in hippogryph cum.

Norathip coughed up some fluids and rubbed the cum from his face as he slowly regained his posture and rolled to his feet.

"I see you're fine, little one." A voice rumbled gently at him.

He looked around to see it was a light blue and white wolf wearing nothing but a cowboy hat, patting at Ilorek's flank, as well as a bright green lizard with yellow and blue speckles beside him, also covered in cum. Scared and worried he'd been caught, the draptor surveyed his surrounding area to see that all the gryphons and horses were around him in a circle, cocks dangling between each of their hind legs, gaped open and hungry. All but the dark-haired horse from the night before, and the female hippogryph mare who was releasing a periodic stream of creamy mare-fluids in a puddle behind her.

All horny; all hungry. And all wanted to taste Norathip's scales. He needed to get out of there.

With one bounding leap, he hopped up over the black-and-white patterned gryphon, landed on its back, then bolted into the sky and dashed under the fence, disappearing into the woods and leaving that place behind him!

They wouldn't have him for lunch, not today.

Maybe tomorrow.