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Dreskar had overslept. A few months in fact, by the look of it.

Blinding sunlight streamed into his aerie enough to force the gryphon awake, causing him to peer at his home through slited eyes. He ground his beak with annoyance, caring not for the daylight or the company that usually followed.

Least hibernation is good for one thing, he mused, rolling onto his back and unfurling his feathered wings. No interruptions.

He let out a low screech as he stretched, wincing when a wing joint cracked. He would've been more than happy to stay right where he was if not for the gnawing pain in his stomach.

So that's what woke me, he thought, uncertain as to what month it was. It mustn't have been that long. Surely. Someone would've come after him if it was.

Still, a hungry gryphon couldn't simply lie around waiting for friends to arrive with food, and there was no way he could sleep on an empty stomach so...

With a little less grace than was becoming of a gryphon, he rolled onto all fours and roused to his feet. Every joint protested as he worked out the kinks from what had probably been a long winter.

Next year, I'll be sure to nest with a dragon. A least dragons had servants to collect food and feed them so they never had to leave their homes. He sighed at that. How wonderful it would be just to recline indoors and have someone else do the hunting for a change.

Sadly, the more time he spent warming up, the more noticeable the hunger in his stomach became. Hunger meant not sleeping and he couldn't eat if he had nothing edible in his nest.

Grimacing as much from the tension in his back as his unkempt aerie, the gryphon made his way down a tunnel toward the entrance to his home. Even as he turned the corner, a crisp wind played with his crest feathers. He growled and tried to smooth the feathers down, shivering from the cold air as it reached his skin underneath.

I'm not late, he decided, peering down the cliff. Spring is early.

Dreskar sat back on his haunches and surveyed the surrounding area. Heavy clouds hung overhead as bits of green vegetation speckled the meadows and forests far below. He tucked his wings at his sides, paying close attention to the burning sensation along his back from just the thought of taking his first flight.

It wouldn't be pretty, but then, who was he trying to impress? The isle had many residents, and just as he recognized the mated pairs in passing, most of the furs knew him as the local bachelor. And a very good one at that.

No time for a mate, he decided, glaring at the cliff as though it were an obstacle he'd never come across before.

Mate's meant work. Claiming another gryphon included sky dancing, hunting for two and trying to impress the gryphoness well after they had their first clutch.

Dreskar snorted. The mated life wasn't for him, and there was no way that would ever change. A roll or two in the fields, sure, but never, ever something as restricting as that.

He stood and opened his wings as far as they would go. His right wing twinged with pain and he quickly folded it at his side. So much for flying. Not unless he wanted to add a red smear along the cliff.

Fortunately, the dragon who had helped in carving the isle had also taken it upon himself to add a path leading the whole way down to the forest floor. Dreskar left his aerie and headed down the stone path, following the cliff until he was safely on the ground. Of course, that posed another problem entirely.

How will you hunt, gryphon, if you cannot fly?

Fish. That's what I'll do.

With that, he turned to the west toward a small clearing where the fish were sure to be spawning.

Small green buds covered the trunks of trees as the very beginnings of a canopy dotted the branches above. It certainly didn't offer as much shade or cover as the gryphon would've liked, but at this point, he wasn't picky. Now that he was away from the cliff, he'd sit beside the stream all night if he had to. Fishes sleep. If he waited long enough, he'd catch one then.

Keeping to the path to avoid the briars that usually snagged on his pelt, Dreskar perked his ears when he picked up a familiar scent. It was subtle, but sweet, and the more he walked, the stronger that scent became.

Kyva, he thought, picking up the pace. The cougar had been a friend for a very long time, and finding her here, possibly going after the same fish, made Dreskar happy he hadn't lounged in his nest too long.

Beak-grinning, he trotted in the direction of her scent as well as the sound of rushing water. No doubt she was settled at the falls nearby as it was one of her favorite places to hunt.

Closer now, he skidded to a halt when a new scent assaulted his nares. It was one he'd never smelled before. Someone new. And, much like Kyva, this new fur was in heat.

Kyva had already been claimed, but if the isle had a new resident...

Dreskar moved faster now. Half running, half making sure not to trip over his wingtips, he hiked up his tail and clamped his beak shut as an excited cry bubbled up his chest. He stopped short of the clearing, ducking behind a cluster of pines as he inspected the females.

He found Kyva quickly enough. She was close to the water, getting a drink as her tail swished idly behind her. The second, new fur sat on a rock nearby.

She was vibrant in color, like a pink rose, but different. From where he was standing, Dreskar had the perfect view of her back, which didn't give him much to go by.

A dark stripe ran down her spine and along tail, connecting with a series of dark rings from its base to the puffy white tip. Perhaps a coon of some kind, Dreskar thought, having not seen one so slender before.

Her black eartips swiveled and turned in Kyva's direction as the cougar padded toward her. Unlike the pink fur, Kyva walked on all fours. Pink, as Dreskar decided to call her, used only two. She patted the ground beside her, inviting the cougar to sit, which Kyva did, with a bit of hesitation.

The cougar lowered her ears to her skull and bowed her head before accepting the invite, but even as she did, Pink's entire body turned in her direction, giving Dreskar a more complete profile view.

He gape-ginned at the coon-wolf's pale stomach and exposed breasts. A mask just as dark as the stripe along her back surrounded deep, blue eyes. Eyes that looked over in Dreskar's direction, but after a moment, saw nothing as he pressed his stomach against the ground.

His tail lashed behind him, and he grabbed it with his talons to hold it in place. The tip swished while the rest of it beat against his wing. But after taking a handful of breaths, the beating stopped.

He narrowed his vision at the females as they spoke softly, much too soft for Dreskar to hear. He could've join them, but the expression on Pink's face assured him she wasn't the type that liked getting interrupted. So he watched and waited.

Pink scratched behind Kyva's ears, giving her scruff a good rub as the cougar leaned into the pettings. It was innocent. For all Dreskar knew, they could've been friends. Kyva was shy, even among those she knew and liked. So the submissive way she acted in front of the new female wasn't that unusual.

Pink curled her tail around herself and leaned over, lifting Kyva's chin to kiss the cougar on the snout. Kyva's eyes widened, her spine straightened and she started to pull away.

Dreskar growled under his breath and was about to make himself known when Kyva's mood changed. Again, she leaned into the wolf's strokes, lifting her chin as Pink rubbed at her throat, driving her fingers through the fur along Kyva's chest.

The wolf licked her cheek, and when Kyva closed her eyes, she spoke into her ear. It took a moment for Dreskar to realize what was happening. Kyva was submitting to her. This isn't right. Where was Rhyth, her mate?

Dreskar glanced skyward, but not a single fur flew overhead.

Something rustled in the clearing, and when Dreskar looked again, Kyva was in the process of rolling onto her side. She exposed her stomach to the wolf, closing her eyes as Pink's strokes went lower still. She dug deep furrows into the fur along the cougar's stomach, going lower each time as the large feline relaxed her legs, opening them wide as they could go.

Dreskar was confused. Here was his friend, in the company of another fur he'd never met. Both were noticeably in heat, their scents permeating the air until he couldn't tell either one apart. And yet, he couldn't stop them. As a friend, he should've said something. Broken a twig. Anything to offer some sort of interruption.

But even as the wolf teased the fur around Kyva's slit, he had more interest in watching them than anything else.

The skin along his stomach warmed as he looked on, noting how Kyva's belly fur glistened in the early morning sun. Pink hadn't moved from her seat, simply leaning over to reach the cougar, but there was no mistaking her half-lidded eyes or her parted maw.

Dreskar swallowed hard as the tiniest of moans escaped Kyva's muzzle. She opened her eyes quickly, as if embarrassed, but closed them again once she was certain Pink wouldn't pull away.

Keeping one hand on Kyva, Pink undid the brightly colored ribbon that was coiled around the base of her tail. Dreskar watched with interest as more and more of her fur was exposed. She gathered the ribbon in her hand and set it on the ground beside her before getting to her hands and knees.

Dreskar's member throbbed inside its sheath, urging him to get a better look at this newer female. He glanced around the clearing and at the bit of cover that was available, but none of the hiding places would give him the view he wanted most. He stayed where he was, clicking his beak as Pink lifted her tail, the tip curling on her back.

She grabbed the ribbon again and started to wrap its length around one of the cougar's ankles. Kyva's eyes shot up, but even as she struggled, Pink spoke softly to her, likely reassuring her as she did the same thing to the other leg.

Dreskar tilted his head to one side as Pink edged forward. The she-wolf set a knee on the ribbon lying between Kyva's legs, holding it in place. She smiled then, keeping eye contact with the cougar while at the same time teasing her entrance with a fingertip.

Kyva mewed and huffed, kicking her legs which were limited to movements Pink would allow. She kicked again when the wolf withdrew the digit, adding a second one moments later as Kyva tried to thrust up at her.

Dreskar crept closer, hiding under the pines as he did his best to get in front of them. Doing so would give him a better view of the wolf's face and, quite possibly, allow him to hear whatever it was she had to say.

He inched a few feet at a time, then stopped.

"Shh, be still unless you wish to leave me unable to finish my job."

Pink's voice was smooth. Light. And it did things to Dreskar's nether regions he wasn't particularly proud of. I shouldn't feel this way about some random fur. No one had ever affected him with just their voice. Perhaps it was the mystery of not knowing. Or perhaps it was because this fur obviously preferred to be in the company of females, as there were more than enough males around for her to enjoy. Dreskar being one of them.

He wouldn't mind having a new toy to play with, if only for a little while.

Pink leaned in close to Kyva's ear, bringing Dreskar back to the present. "You don't to wake your mate, do you?"

"He might...he could be okay with...oooh." She rocked her hips back and retracted her claws as Pink thrust her fingers in and out of Kyva's folds.

"Maybe, but I don't fancy being a meal for a dragon, so best we keep this between us, hmm?" She licked Kyva's muzzle, nipped the side of her neck and then knelt at the cougar's feet once more.

Back in position, Pink planted her knees firmly on the ground, holding Kyva's legs in place with the ribbon while at the same time, keeping the cougar from maiming her pink pelt.

Dreskar watched as her arm flexed. The wolf turned her wrist so both fingers were hitting the sides of Kyva's tunnel, and that slight change in position caused the cougar's tail to thump against the ground. Kyva screwed her eyes tight, turning her head from one side to the other as Pink moved her hand faster, using the other to tease her own clit.

Dreskar panted in time with the wolf, picking up her scent even more now that she was, no doubt, as turned on as the feline she was servicing. And she wasn't the only one.

Pressing his stomach flat against the ground and assured neither of the females could smell him, Dreskar thrust his hips, rubbing his sheath against the dirt as he imagined just how tight the wolf might be.

_She may not mind,_he thought, eyes fixed on her breasts as they bobbed up and down. Three could be better than two, but stepping into the clearing now, interrupting both females, could mean stopping the scene for good.

Dreskar stilled his hips and drew in a deep breath, holding it as he waited for his overwhelming need to subside. His heart skipped as the wolf lowered to all fours.

At first, he couldn't tell if the females were done, but then Pink lowered her muzzle, nosing Kyva's slit before lapping at it gently. She pressed the flat of her tongue between Kyva's folds, licking upwards, over her entrance, before doing it again.

The motion was slow and calculated. Pink stopped whenever the feline thrust her hips, and started just as soon as Kyva's body relaxed. Eventually, there was no stopping. The licks became sporadic as Pink teased Kyva's slit, piercing her folds with the tip of her tongue.

Kyva whimpered, writhing on the ground as she neared the very peak of her climax. Her back arched away from the hard Earth, straightened and arched again. She was rocking her hips, possibly drawing the wolf's tongue in even deeper, and Dreskar longed for that tongue to be his.

Friend or not, there was no denying what both females were doing to his body. To his head. Logic gave way to instinct, and just as soon as they were finished, he'd take them.

Pink buried her nose against Kyva's fur, exhaling hard as she teased her own clit with a finger. Dreskar couldn't quite see, but he envisioned her tracing the sensitive flesh, flesh that was more than likely engorged if the lust on her face was to be trusted.

She exhaled hard as she rode her hand, regaining her momentum while licking Kyva's snatch feverishly. The feline tensed as her breath released in panted gasps. She mewed softly, almost begging the wolf for release, and yet, such a release continued to evade her.

It was clear now that Pink loved pleasing as much as being pleasured. Especially when she removed her hand from her clit and offered it to Kyva as she pressed two digits into her folds. Kyva lifted her legs, rolling onto her side when Pink urged her to do so. The wolf repositioned herself, moving to Kyva's back as she kept her hand under the cougar's legs.

Without the risk of getting kicked, Pink nuzzled under Kyva's tail, licking at its base as Kyva bucked uncontrollably. Pink yipped when Kyva thrust back a little too hard, but the blow to her nose wasn't enough to stop the wolf. Instead, she went faster, licking at the base of Kyva's tail one minute, then biting it the next.

Kyva's soft mews grew louder, forcing long huffs from her lungs. The cougar meowed from both the pleasure and the pain Pink's bites most assuredly made. Her tail trashed, hitting the wolf in the face, but Kyva didn't fight back. Deep in lust, she held her tail right in front of Pink, howling when the wolf bit down.

This time, Pink didn't let go. She continued to gnaw on it, tugging at it until the feline's breaths stopped. Wave after wave of endorphins hit the cougar's body, causing it to visibly shudder and shake as the wolf drew the climax out a while longer.

Pink didn't remove her fingers until Kyva's body stilled. Her eyes were closed, and the wolf had a wide grin on her face.

"Better?" she cooed, stroking the fur above Kyva's eyes.

The cougar only nodded, curling into a ball as the wolf mantled over her.

Dreskar couldn't stand to wait a moment later. Intoxicated from the wolf's feral scent, he roused himself and took a step forward, standing in place when a branch on one of the pines broke.

Pink lifted her attentive gaze from the feline beneath her and glared in Dreskar's direction. Before he could utter an explanation, the wolf untied Kyva's ankles, kissed her on the maw and ran from the clearing.

Surprised, Kyva called after her, but no amount of begging would bring the wolf back. Dreskar had ruined the scene, and now there was a new fur walking around with lust in her eyes and no secure way to release it.

The gryphon groaned. Not even remotely presentable, he sunk in the underbrush and watched after the new fur as she made her way down the path.

Until we meet again.