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Under Tail Behind the Barn

Telkop sighed. It had been a long day already, tossing hay bales into a pile and cleaning up mess from the horses and ulokar, he was ready to finish for the night. If he wasn't also boarding at the farm, he would have told Ilorek that he was going home, no longer available to do whatever chore was about to be assigned to him. Sadly, since he was living there for the season, he couldn't avoid work by citing his work hours.

"Oh, I promise it's not that bad at all. This one's gonna be easy." Ilorek assured him. The fiery-golden hippogryph laughed at his farm hand and patted him on the shoulder before guiding him into the barn. He was so much taller than Telkop, nearly a half meter taller and twice as broad at the shoulders.

Telkop groaned and pressed his hand against his lower back just above the base of his spine. "You said that about mucking about in the stalls and cleaning up after the livestock."

Ilorek laughed again. "Oh, that builds character. Besides, This requires very little effort. Come with me. While you were out cleaning the paddocks, I came to realize something. The gryphoness we have is about to return to estrus, and I want to make sure egg production is at a high, so I need to have you take care of her while I go into town to get Valencia. Can you do that for me?"

There was a pause as the canine tried to figure out what he meant. "So I'm gryphon-sitting? How long will you be gone?"

"You'll see." Ilorek continued to guide Telkop through the barn, each creature shifting in their stalls to get a better look. At the end, there was a gentle sound of agitated feathers followed by the whoosh sound of wings flapping. "It's not gryphon-sitting, I will only be gone a few hours, but she needs to be taken care of immediately because she's getting agitated."

"What is it you need me to do?"

Ilorek huffed and laughed gently as he took the final steps toward the stable, swinging the doors open to show the black and white gryphoness laying flat on her belly, wings spread and hips angled up to expose herself, tail curled up to the side. She was quite small for a gryphon, larger than most any feral wolf, but certainly smaller than a full-grown gryphon. As Telkop cautiously stepped to the open door, Ilorek laid a long, arm-length plastic glove over his shoulder and gave him a bottle of J-lube powder.

Telkop was taken aback. "What do you want me to do with this?" He held the glove at arm's length and winced a bit, even though his eyes kept darting to the side to get a better look at the slit of glistening black flesh under the gryphon's tail.

"I think you know what to do."

"I-I really don't, Ilorek." In truth, he had a few ideas but he didn't imagine for a second that Ilorek would be asking him to do that. Was she passing an egg? She didn't seem to have a distended belly, so that didn't seem likely.

"Oh, young Tel. You have to stimulate her. Make her feel like she's been mounted by a drake or stallion. Egg production won't be triggered without proper stimulation; the follicles will wither and pass naturally, and that will be the end of that. We have her so we can sell Gryphon eggs, so she needs that stimulation or we don't get the big, tasty eggs."

"Uuuuh..." The wolf groaned a bit, not sure what to make of this rather peculiar situation. He held the long, latex glove in his hand, squeezing it tight as he glanced at the lubrication powder. A pleasure stirred in his loins as he imagined himself, shoulder deep in this gryphon. He didn't want to admit it, but having spent most of his days at the ranch dealing with other messes, this kind of mess was something he was certainly okay with.

"So, use your imagination. Take her out back, away from the stallions while you take care of her. You don't want her inciting a riot." Ilorek grabbed the bridle from beside the gate and knelt down next to the gryphon, petting her head as he slipped it over her beak and around her neck. He attached a leash and gave the handle to Telkop. "I warn you, she's only in her fourth or fifth heat, just reached maturity in the spring, so she needs a gentle hand to coax it out of her. And I warn you, Ceylon here is insatiable. First time I broke her in, the aid I used was enough, but she's harassed me for more every time since then."

"What do you mean by that? Insatiable how?"

"Well, we have equine dildos and gryphon dildos. That's how I started it, and they work on the other gryphons. But Ceylon here demands more. I used the dildos, then I used my...entire arm up to the elbow. I guess she has a thing for bigger studs. That's why you need the glove. Have fun, I guess." with that, he patted Telkop on the shoulder and walked away.

"W-wait! Ilorek! What do I do? Are there any rules?" Telkop called after him.

Without turning to look back Ilorek raised a hand to wave goodbye. "Use your imagination. See you in a few hours!"

Telkop remained baffled by this sudden turn of events as the gryphon's beak prodded against his side, preening at the fur of his hips, a gentle churr escaping her beak. He laid his hand between her ears and gave a gentle massage, coaxing a deeper rumble from her neck. "So, I guess it's you and me, eh?" Telkop whispered at her, nerves tingling ant hair standing on end. He'd never been asked to service livestock before. He'd witnessed aided birth and insemination, but not this.

After shaking off his hesitation, he took her by the leash and guided her out of the barn, each of the stallions hoofing at the wooden stall walls trying to get at her. As he looked back, he could literally see the steam wafting up from under her tail in two distinct wisps; it was getting close to autumn and there was a chill in the air, and her heat was visible and tangible. He could smell the estrus on her, but it was avian estrus, not canine. If it was bitch scent, he'd be hard as a rock, showing a bit of red out his sheathe.

Ceylon was quite obedient, walking in step with him as they both walked around to the side of the barn where all the straw was in piles. This was the bedding, not the food. Perfect also for cleaning up messes and making things cozier.

He latched the end of the leash onto a small hook so the gryphon couldn't get away but still had plenty of freedom to move around. "Well, are you ready?" He asked, taking a nervous glance around the side of the barn to see if anyone was watching. He wasn't afraid of being seen - Ilorek HAD instructed him to do this, after all - but he was worried about someone seeing the thick, firm bulge in his sheathe. He didn't want anyone to know her female wiles were working like a charm on him.

When he turned back to look at her, he saw her chest was laid flat against the ground, rump in the air and tail lifted high over her back. Her moist, ebony-fleshed lips were glistening in the evening light and her clit would pulse at him periodically, spewing thick globs of fluid onto the straw beneath her. A gentle squelch came in tune with each clitoral wink, and Telkop had to gulp heavily, keeping himself from panting at the sight, sounds, and scents.

It didn't take long for him to realize that she was more than ready for him. "Well, I guess I won't need this." He muttered to himself, tossing the powedered lube off to the side. She very clearly was plenty slick, and she was the right size.

He sighed again, slowly tugging on the glove, sliding it over his entire arm, right up to the shoulder. It made a rubbery squeak as he made a fist, eliciting a laugh from him and a whimper from Ceylon. The steam from her heat was still billowing up, the scent tickling at his sensitive nostrils. To his surprise, he found that the aroma itself was arousing him, as though a bitch was shoving her vulva in his face, even though her parts were more like a mare's.

Was she actually a hippogryph? That thought crossed Telkop's mind briefly before a deep rumbling growl escaped her beak, shuffling backward toward him; she was demanding his attention, and it was kind of clear the glove on his arm indicated, to her, that it was time for the mating.

Telkop took in another, deep sigh as he stepped to Ceylon's haunches, resting his bare paw on her hip to assure her before slipping the fingers of the gloved hand under her tail, coaxing a tight whimper from him and a pleasant rumbling churr from her.

Immediately, he felt the heat of her vulva smothering his digits, her moisture making him feel wet even though there was a latex glove between her flesh and his. He could feel her lips squeezing and twitching as all four fingers pushed into her, Clit winking and muscles pulsating with anticipation.

Ceylon let out a gentle coo at him as she spun her head around, glancing sideways at him since she couldn't turn it around fully, as she was still in the bridle. She pushed back into his hand a bit, swaying her hips and squeezing her rump cheek muscles to tease at him as her meaty clit folded out, each motion met with an equal grunt.

"Slow down, girl. Slow down." Telkop tried to calm her, but with her swaying her hips back and forth - Him at her side - his fingers kept slipping out, and he couldn't get a proper grip on her rump cheeks thanks to the slickness of her pussy. He had to shift around to behind her if he wanted to keep his fingers inside, so he did. "Good girl." He cooed gently at her as he sidestepped.

He paused a moment before pausing and walking away from her hind end. She whimpered in confusion, but she cooed again once he pulled the bridle from her head and tossed it to the side. She nuzzled into him again, licking the fluids from his fingers before he returned to her hind end, lining himself up behind her.

Once in position, he noticed that, with her hind legs spread and her back arched in such that way, her cunt was exactly at his crotch level. The thought surged his already-growing knot inside his sheathe, but he shook off his naughty thoughts before lining his fingers back up in her meaty slit, wagging the digits back in forth inside her cavernous sex. She may have been small for a gryphon, but he could feel her canal was quite loose, the soft wall flesh like two down pillows covered in silk and velvet. As he swished his fingers, her clit winked and he felt her muscles contract around him, squeezing tight.

Clearly she had control.

After a few moments, he pulled his fingers back out to look at the glistening latex that was now soaking wet with her viscous fluids. He tested it, rubbing his thumb and fingers together and finding that it was more slippery than any lube he had ever seen or felt before; it was also faintly pink. Curious, he brought his fingers up to his snout and took a whiff, the sticky sweet aroma tickling his nostrils and coaxing a whimper from him.

Nervous, he looked back around the side of the barn before extending his soft tongue to taste it.

It was earthy, yet sweet.

Telkop whimpered again, lower jaw shuddering as he used his bare hand to rub at his own sheathe. He was quite nervous about how excited he was getting, but the scent was intoxicating.

Ceylon leaned back into him to get his attention, the moist lips pressing against his sheathe and the tip of his cock as she winked her clit, spewing some juices onto the fur of his balls and thighs.

He immediately pushed away, gaining some distance between them as he lowered his head in shame. Though inadvertently, he'd actually touched genitals with a feral gryphon. The danger of such a situation got his heart beating in his chest, pumping blood to his already engorged member, forcing a few more centimeters from its sheathe, the veins on it bulging and a tiny little bead of his own precum forming in the crevasse at the opening.

The gryphon whimpered and cried a bit, her muscles twitching and relaxing in rhythm, parting her lips and clapping them shut with every wink, accompanied by a deep, fleshy slap and juicy queef.

Telkop felt a little bad, teasing her like this. She must have felt his member against her vulva, and he was only idly tickling at her with his fingertips. Ilorek had said she wanted more and demanded as much as she could get, so he kept rubbing his fingers and thumb together in a cone shape before pressing the tip against her ebony lips, smearing her fluids all over himself up to the wrist and everything under her tail from rump to clit.

She let out a pleased churr as she lowered her head to the ground, parting her legs and leaning into Telkop's touch, her muscles relaxing to help urge him to go deeper.

There was a moment of pause before the wolf readied himself and pushed his hand into her. Ceylon's pussy lips parted with ease, the muscles relaxing and the flesh tender in such a way that he felt almost no resistance as her vulva slid over his knuckles and swallowed him up to the wrist. His maw was open as he panted, heart pumping and chest heaving in excited anticipation.

She winked her lips, squeezing around his wrist and tickling at the underside of his forearm as her muscles clenched around him, actually tugging on his hand a bit, forcing it in deeper.

"O-okay." He cooed at her as he rotated his wrist inside her, gently applying more pressure to watch his wrist disappear into her, soft lips gradually widening as the bulge of his forearm stretched her flesh. He was slowly rotating as he went deeper, her muscles quivering in delight at every small motion before his finger tips pressed on a firm but spread opening. It was her cervix. He was at her womb, tickling at the depths of her canal.

Another nervous but excited whimper escaped Telkop's lips as his lower jaw quivered, each breath moving him and shifting his forearm in the gryphon-mare's depths ever so slightly. He could feel her muscles squeezing a bit, only to shudder and weaken again, the soft flesh of her sex pressing around him at every angle, but never clenching down or forcing him out.

With his finger tips teasing at her cervix and her clit winking right against his elbow, Telkop felt like maybe she was ready and he could simulate that of a powerful equine flare exploding deep within her. He leaned in, putting more pressure on her womb until the cervix popped over his knuckles, squeezing around his wrist. He balled his fist up inside and pumped gently, tugging at the opening to her womb as her canal shuddered and squeezed against him, the pressure threatening to force him out if not for the locked in sensation of his fist tugging on her cervix like a knot.

She grunted and shuddered, whimpering and forcing air out of herself as Telkop pumped his fist in and out of her, wrist still tugging on her cervix. She seemed to like it, so he didn't stop or pull out, instead he just kept getting rougher, fucking her like a stallion with each shallow thrust against her. She pushed back, she grunted, she squeesed tight and clenched every muscle in her abdomen to nearly force him out, but for the knot-like tie of his balled up fist.

With one concentrated clench and squeeze, a powerful contraction forced Telkop's entire arm from her in a single motion, leaving her lips parted, clit folded out and engorged, and a series of thick, gooey strands trailing from his fist to her black velvet lips. Once she relaxed, her cavernous walls parted then closed up, forcing another involuntary queef from her pussy, spattering fluids onto the straw between her legs.

Telkop was astounded and shocked by her sudden, incredible strength. Her female cum was dribbling off his finger tips into a puddle, so he cupped his bare hand underneath to catch it, so he could lick it off his own paws. He kept a ball of her fluids on his tongue, enjoying the slickness of it as much as the flavor before gulping it down. Before he even realized it, he was using the gloved hand to rub at his own member, peeling the sheathe back and using her fluids to massage his length.

Her lips were still winking every few seconds, prying the folds apart to expose a slit of cherry pinkness deep inside, more fluids dribbling out from the crevasse to soak the fur between her legs, darkening it with moisture.

He had been more or less under control up to this point, barely holding back and containing his arousal, but that winking, pulsating set of pussy lips drooling fluids down her inner thighs urged him onto his knees. He wanted a taste, and the relative coolness of the lubrication on his gloved hand wasn't enough, he wanted it from the source.

Telkop ripped off the latex glove, folding it inside out and tossing it to the side as he fell to his knees between her hind paws, leaning his muzzle up to her vulva, burrowing his shout between her lips and pressing his tongue against her clit. The scents were intense, invading his nostrils deep and quick as he shuddered and took in a deep, hard whiff of it. His eyes rolled back in his skull as he gaped his maw open, resting his tongue on the under side of her clitoral hood and letting her fluids dribble onto it.

Ceylon grunted and pushed back, the sudden influx of warmth and pressure reinvigorating her enthusiasm. Her muscles relaxed again as she felt his snout prodding at her; she must have wanted more of him inside her. Her lips quivered and her clit winked again, more fluids dribbling out over her lips as his tongue slipped over it and up to between her lips, eventually tickling at her rump before he pulled away. She looked back over her shoulder, a whimper escaping her beak as she lifted her tail high. Needy, needy gryphoness.

By now, Telkop had completely forgotten why he was sent back to pleasure this gryphon mare, all he cared about was gobbling up that delicious sweet nectar of her cunt. He brought both thumbs up to either side of her pussy and pried the meaty lips apart, pressing his tongue against her winking clit as she shuddered in delight. She was relaxing, trying her best to not squeeze or clench and force him out; this was clear because he could feel her muscles contract, then weaken and nearly pull apart and open to invite him in.

He giggled a bit and pinched at her clitoris with thumb and forefinger, giving it a gently tug and a squeeze, eliciting a surprised chirp followed by a deep rumbling growl of pleasure. Her clit didn't retract back inside its hood, it just stayed folded out, pressing outward as her lips smacked shut.

Telkop leaned into her, pulling his hair back to make sure none got in the way of his hungry maw; he knew how unpleasant it was to have hair in the way. He closed his eyes and leaned in, feeling her meaty lips sliding over his muzzle, clit winking under his chin and squeezing his jaw shut, pinching his tongue between his teeth.

He had to hold his breath as he pushed his snout in deeper, her soft flesh massaging and caressing him, her clit still tensed up and pushing against his throat. He found that she was actually really loose, inviting; he could actually pry his jaws apart, spreading her open as his tongue lapped eagerly against her walls. His knot was at full mast, shaft bobbing in the cool autumn air as he used his nose to fuck the gryphoness' pussy.

The canine's maw was spread open as far as it would go, spreading her lips like a medical device as his tongue explored her depths, sliding up her walls and forcing any fluids she secreted down his throat. He brought his palm up to squeeze her clit against his chin as he nuzzled into it. He let out a deep rumble of pleasure much like a canine version of a purr to please her as he bobbed his head forward and back, taking in gentle breaths through his mouth as the crook of his maw slipped from her distended flesh, allowing him short reprieve before thrusting it back in.

With a sudden clench, Ceylon's cunt squeezed shut, forcing Telkop to bite his own tongue tip before having his muzzle forced out in a spray of fluids. He went to lean forward and offer another gentle lick, but she stood up straight and stepped a paces away, lowering her tail and folding her wings up on her back, tail tip flicking.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" Ilorek bellowed from behind Telkop.

The wolf's blood drained from his face as he turned to look back, the copious amounts of gryphon slime coating his muzzle and dribbling down his neck.

"This is not what I had in mind when I told you to take care of her, Tel."