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Farrah cut all kinds of hair in her day job. She was polite and fun even when she didn't particularly like the hair that she was cutting; but when she did, she was a doll. It was long, silky hair that she liked best. It could be any color, but it had to be long, shiny, and brushed often. A nice head of hair, however, was not an instant ticket into the black bear's panties.

Night was well past the median age of Farrah's partners. Since she turned forty, Farrah had begun preying solely on men in the age range of twenty to thirty. Night was just about her age, and being able to detect that in his face and mannerisms put Farrah in a platonic manner of thinking.

"Nnnow, what're we looking to do here?" Farrah chirped, pumping up the chair, but not very far; Night was a six foot tall hippogryph and Farrah a short bear. "Hope you don't want too much of this hair gone."

The bird smiled, catching Farrah's blue eyes in the mirror. His own were an enchanting purple color. "I'm only here for a trim. I'm curious what you mean, though."

Smiling and breaking the eye contact to fetch her comb, Farrah said, "'Cause it's awfully pretty hair, yeah?" She started dragging her comb down through it, pulling it perfectly straight. There were no knots to snag upon. "Smoo-o-oth, too. You must really take care of it!"

"My kids help me out." Farrah met his eyes. Night smiled. "I've got a lot of them. A couple are always bound to help drag a brush through dad's hair."

"I know what you mean," said mama bear. She tugged the bottom of her shirt to straighten it; Night unsubtly watched her breasts deform downward. "I'm trying to get my daughter to take over the business for me, but my son's more receptive to the idea." Giggling self-consciously, she stepped around Night and felt out his bangs, then started to snip their ends. "I'm boring the heck out of you, I'm so sorry."

Night's smile was charming. "Oh, not at all. I love to hear everything a pretty woman has to say."

"Sweet of you to say," said Farrah, hardly brimming with confidence. She kept trimming, Night occasionally flinching his eyes closed as Farrah reached near his face. Eventually she smiled at him and stepped around to his back again. "Gettin' there!"

"I'd say so," Night concurred. "My kids wouldn't recognize me if I came home missing more than a couple of inches."

Farrah went for the bottom of the back. "I'll try not to send you home too silly-looking, then," she dryly said. "Besides, like I told you," she stroked through his hair, "I couldn't imagine cutting it all off."

Once she was through with the ends, Farrah stood up straight and put herself directly behind the bird. She tentatively held his head in her fingertips, turning him this way and that, looking and letting him look for himself at his hair in the mirror. Eventually she tilted him back to look from another angle, one Night thought must be completely useless, but his head rested on her thick breasts; he did not voice his complaints.

"Hmm, I think we're done here," Farrah smiled. As she unbuttoned the cape, she asked, "Think your kids are gonna be okay with this?"

"Should be." Night stood and straightened his shirt. The words PASSABLE DADDY decorated the breast. Farrah was dying to ask but did not. The dull truth was that it was an Engrish souvenir he bought for himself during a trip to Japan.

"And what do I owe you?" the hippogryph asked, resting his hands on the counter.

Farrah cracked a grin, showing her teeth slightly between her rubbery jowls. "Ten bucks, sweetie." She splayed her paws similarly. There was no wedding ring to be seen.

"Well, I've got that right here," Night calmly announced, producing the cash. Farrah looked expectantly at his wallet then tendered the money with a dimmer smile.

"Oh no, wait - I forgot to tip you." He spoke with a tone containing no surprise whatsoever. Farrah chuckled. "What about lunch to make up for it?"

The bear's forced smile turned coy. Night liked it. "Asking an old bear like me out to lunch, huh? Single dad?"

"No rings on these fingers. None on yours, either," he noted, eyes half closed.

"Ve-e-ery observant," Farrah commented, grinning. She stepped around the counter and took Night's hand. "It was almost break time anyway," she shrugged.

Night asked for Farrah's preference, and after some coaxing, the bear told him she liked to eat from the deli in the food court. Night surprised her by ordering the food to go, and it wasn't until he got the bag of food that he coolly explained: "I don't want to eat in a stuffy mall, on a seat covered in old gum. What do you say to the park? It's just a quick drive."

"Gosh," Farrah puffed. "Taking me on a date, are you? I don't know if my kids would like a new dad at this point." They both laughed.

The bird and bear walked from Night's car to the park. It was a nature preserve surrounding an open, rolling plain. The dense had a path cut through it for walks, but on either side of the dirt pathway were two great trash bins and identical signs posted on them: NO FOOD/DRINK CONTAINERS PERMITTED.

Their course took them out into the open of the green plain. Heavy wooden picnic tables covered with engravings of lovers' names dotted one open area. None were being used. They picked one at random and had their sandwiches.

"This is nice," Farrah pleasantly said. She reached across the table and lay her paw on Night's hand.

Twisting his wrist and turning his hand over smoothly, Night clutched Farrah's paw and smiled. "It is. You're good company, Farrah."

A bubbly laugh squeaked out of her. She slid back her paw and covered her muzzle in a late display of modesty. "I don't even know your name, but I'm really liking this."

Night chuckled when he realized that what she said was true. He politely introduced himself, and added with a sly smile, "As belated as it is."

"Better late than never." Farrah shrugged. "How's your sandwich, hon?"

"Good, very good." Night was nearly done. Farrah was a few bites ahead of him. "Do you have to be back soon?"

Farrah smiled thinly. She took her phone out of her pocket and sent a text. "I don't now." Looking again at Night's pretty purple eyes, she explained, "I told my son to stop by and fill in for me. He cuts hair just like his momma."

Speaking in kind, reverent tones, the bird said, "He must be very talented, then."

"Shush," Farrah tittered, her tone fishing for more compliments. Night only laughed and rubbed the back of her paw.

When their sandwiches were gone, they wadded up their wrappers and left the table as it was when they started, except for a few crumbs.

"The nature walk is beautiful this time of year," Night evenly said, walking with Farrah ostensibly back to the car. "Want to join me?"

Farrah response was emphatic. "I'd love that."

They turned for the forest path. Night dropped their trash in one of the cans and offered Farrah his arm in a gentlemanly manner. Together they walked, arms locked as if courting, with little conversation but mutual admiration for the tableau around them.

Light broke through the canopy overhead, casting ragged shadows on the forest floor. Sounds of traffic penetrated the woods, but only just. Muffled by the trees, the sounds were no more than ambient rumbles and chirps in the background.

Breaking up the path midway was a small plaza tiled with uneven, ancient-looking stone. A large but dry birdbath sat in its middle, its basin full of leaves and seeds, and wooden seats of slightly less antiquity surrounded it in a loose ring. Night brushed a covering of leaves and acorns off the seat and rested upon it, joined presently by Farrah. Though the plaza could accommodate many, they were alone in the clement spot.

Perhaps surprising a younger man but seeming like a matter of course to Night, Farrah kissed the gryphon's cheek where down gave over to his beak. Night smiled dreamily and slid a hand up her thigh. "You're beautiful."

"Aw, thanks," Farrah sheepishly said. Huddling up against Night, she cooed, "I haven't enjoyed myself like this in a long time. I guess I haven't let myself enjoy a man's company since Arthur passed."

Stroking Farrah's back fondly and twisting a bit her way, Night quietly asked, "How long has it been?"

"Mmm, it'll have been nine years this fall." She chuckled softly, with no small amount of self-awareness. "I guess that's time enough to let go."

"Not if you aren't ready," Night gently said. He stroked up Farrah's flank, then down the way he came. "Isn't this something? We're not much more than strangers, but here we are like this."

Wearing an impish smile but harboring sadness in her eyes, Farrah straightened up then knelt on the bench. She nuzzled firmly into Night's neck and wrapped her arms fully around him, brushing her pads across the silly letters on his breast. "I don't spend time with men my age. Boys are good fun when you just want a single night, no strings attached, but they're no good for talking to."

Smiling almost mystically and welcoming Farrah's nuzzling snout, Night quizzed her, "And what do you prefer from me? No strings, or something meaningful?"

The bear laughed with a strained, strangely sad quality. It was a sound not unlike the first notes of hysterical crying. In fact, her eyes were a little wet, but she wiped them on the back of her arm and forced herself to smile. "Let's decide later. For now..." Farrah reached for Night's groin. Resting under the denim was an equine sheath, impossible to discern through the thick fabric, but the bear liked the lump it made.

"Here? Now?" Night slyly asked. "Why, miss Farrah."

She giggled, pulling down Night's zipper. The gryphon helped her by popping the button. "You're a handsome man and you make me feel good. Sue me."

Night could do little more but continue to smile. Farrah's sweet sincerity left him tongue tied. Instead of fumbling with words, he bumped the rounded edge of his beak into her snout. His practiced care prevented snagging her with its sharp point. Kissing was out of the question with most every partner, but nuzzling offered similar affection. Farrah bridged the void somewhat by smooching his beak with her sticky lips.

Leaning into Night's strong body, Farrah looked down at the work she did with her paw. She pulled down the elastic of Night's boxers, baring thick, black stallion genitals. Her stubby tail wiggled and her eyes lit up. Night was unable to keep from grinning at her reaction. "I'm part horse," he calmly explained.

"As if I didn't have enough reasons to like you." They both laughed again, a gentle sound to fit the peace of the nature preserve. Farrah fondled Night's groin, which was already presenting a dense shaft. The thickness of Night's penis filled out her paw completely. It terminated in a fairly subtle flare. Farrah stroked up to said flare and ran her paw across it, smearing Night's viscous pre into her fur, letting it web between her digits.

Night reached for her hips and undid her zipper and button as she had partially done to his. In the wide yawn of her fly, contrasting with her tan capris, was a pair of royal blue panties.

The gryphon slid his fingers underneath Farrah's panty line. As he felt across the unmistakable fluff of her bush, his idle smile returned, but he said nothing. He touched her vaginal lips and caused her to moan. This also saw her ease off from masturbating him, but he didn't mind. He coaxed her to sit back on the bench.

Even as she pressed against the backrest of the bench, Farrah slightly angled herself to press into Night's side. The gryphon let out a sweet, droning noise and hooked his arm around her as the other hand teased, rubbing her plush pussy lips. His thumb stroked her clitoris and moved up through the soft hair of her bush.

Eyes closed and a grumble in her throat, Farrah gnawed the gryphon's neck. Rather than biting flesh, she preened his soft down. Night laughed quietly and briefly, finding the attention cute. Coming into relief with her innocent affection, he parted her lips with index and ring fingers then slid the middle along her wet pinkness. Around his hand, the bear closed her thighs. She groaned with her lips on his neck.

Slowly Night pushed his finger inside of the bear. Its entry was simple and easy, and he added the index finger, letting the lips ease together around his penetrating digits. With them, he pumped and made gradual gesturing motions, massaging the upper walls where the g-spot lay hidden. Farrah never reacted in any sharp manner to the stimulation, yet she crooned and grew steadily more wet.

Farrah butted her snout in under Night's beak at the same time as she slid her paw down around his groin again. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft - which by then was completely engorged and easily a foot in length - and squeezed it, causing the gryphon's penis to throb and its owner to moan.

Chuckling lewdly then, Night pumped the bear more quickly, the motion of his fingers bulging her panties over and over. His more rapid work left Farrah panting against his neck, and she reciprocated the masturbation, stroking his stallion penis at a fair pace. She chose to stroke all the way from the balls to the flare and back again, and though the strokes would tire her arm out, she kept at them.

"Mmm, very nice," Night sighed, digging his fingers in deeply. He spread them, opening up the bear's muff, letting it yawn its humidity into her panties. Farrah shuddered against him and squeezed the flare of his penis; pre sluiced through her clenching fingers.

The black bear licked up Night's neck and cheek, then planted a wet kiss on his beak. Night looked slyly into her eyes and held her close. With a gentle laugh, the bear said, "I knew this was gonna happen."

"I had a feeling, myself," Night said, winking. He eased his fingers out of her and nudged his beak into her short snout once more. When Farrah kissed his cheek, he made his content noise.

Exhibiting a hint of self-consciousness, Farrah glanced quickly around the plaza, then down its two paths; in the middle of a workday, the preserve was completely empty. Turning her attention back on Night with a smile, she shimmied out of her pants, sliding her panties down along with them. She did not remove them, but got them out of the way by pushing them to her ankles.

Grinning at Night's queer smile, Farrah explained, "I just like to be bottomless outdoors. I'd be a nudist if I could find a good beach for it, yeah?"

Night chuckled fondly. He slipped down his own bottoms, obscuring his hooves. "It's a nice feeling, yes." As he huddled over Farrah once more, he licked her snout.

Farrah smooched him but slipped out of his grasp, proving surprisingly slippery for a chubby bear. At first she leaned over his lap and licked the head of his penis, but when Night reached for her plush, round behind, she giggled and found herself apt to tease him. "Gotta save something for the second date," she remarked, scooting off the bench and kneeling before the gryphon.

The bird shot her a coy look. His penis was just beneath their gazes, and its drooling tip fast earned the bear's full attention. While wiggling her stubby tail and licking her lips, Farrah drew nearer. She grasped the dark flesh in one paw and tilted it downward until she could wrap her lips around its flare. This she did, surprising Night by accommodating him so easily.

Letting loose a growl, Farrah gulped and suckled on her way down Night's equine cock. Very quickly, the flare pulsed against the entrance to her throat. She held it there and tasted the flesh which fit in her mouth, meanwhile lapping its bottom clumsily. Her thick slobber diffused across its surface, and the gryphon, though reserved, moaned for her.

On her all-fours and feeling incredibly amorous towards Night, Farrah began to bob, using only her mouth. She gulped and slobbered the front inches of the gryphon's penis, and he matched her saliva with his pre, adding musky flavor to her work. Farrah moaned around the shaft and closed her eyes languidly, raising her paw at the same time. She cupped his full balls, though the size was so much that roughly one testicle was all she could comfortably hold. She slid her paw beneath his smooth scrotum, fondling and gently groping both balls by trading one for the other endlessly.

Night scraped a hoof on the stone. His composure was not faltering, but his smile was dreamy and a blush warmed his cheeks. He stroked Farrah's pretty brunette hair, managing to not condescend to her in doing so. At a loss for other gestures, he relaxed against the bench and sighed.

When Farrah pulled back and exposed Night's meat to the relatively cool air, the bird was surprised but not upset. Their gazes met, his mystic purple eyes peering into her cool blue ones for but a moment, exchanging more than words could in such a short time. Wearing a dreamy smile of her own, Farrah held Night's balls slightly aloft and dragged her tongue across their smooth hide, making a show of it. As she licked, leaving stripes of drool on them, they never broke eye contact except to blink.

"Nice and smooth," Farrah growled just after a lick. After one more, she added, "I love it."

"Naturally smooth," Night noted, beaming. "No bristles, no shaving accidents," he chuckled.

Chuckling too, Farrah licked twice more, then unabashedly wedged her nose beneath his dampened balls. She closed her eyes when she nosed along his taint and his scrotum draped over her muzzle. The scent of hippogryph musk filled her nostrils, and this brought pleasure to the bear, whom was growing to love everything about Night. She reached his puffy equine anus and began lapping against it, and the rimming shook a deep, genuine moan from Night whom further showed his pleasure when he scuffed his hooves on the stone and pushed his hips forward.

Night was too shy to tell Farrah that she had just won his heart if she so desired it. He only puffed and moaned, clenching his anus against her licking tongue. His penis, standing up proudly well above the bear's head, drizzled its pre into her hair. Farrah was aware but unconcerned.

Any rimming, no matter how long it went on, was always too short-lived. Indeed, as Farrah pulled back, Night sighed. "Done so soon?"

"Hey," Farrah giggled, "you come see me at home next time, I'll munch your butt all night, yeah? But we're kinda in a public park here..."

"True, true," Night allowed, but still he wished for more.

Farrah took his mind off of that, however, when she stood up and shook her feet out of her bottoms. For a moment, the full-figured mama bear was idle before Night, her bush on full display. Night looked her over approvingly, then settled on her eyes with a smile.

Smiling back, Farrah straddled Night, putting her feet on the bench and gripping the back with one paw. She used the other to guide Night's member, but the gryphon nudged her paw away and took over, allowing her to better balance herself. Watching where his penis went, Night briefly considered pressing its flare to the bear's supple anus; but he decided to be a gentleman and save anal for the second date.

Upon feeling Night's slippery penis against her snatch, Farrah cooed. She firmly, but slowly pushed downward and in spite of the bluntness of Night's cock, her vaginal lips parted, and she was penetrated. During this stretch, Farrah crooned and arched her spine. Her breasts stayed notably taut; Night realized then that she was definitely wearing a bra.

"Mmm, god," Farrah puffed. Her tail wiggled and her toes curled against the bench as she nudged and pushed downward, opening herself up with the hippogryph's endowment.

More passive yet still clearly enjoying himself, Night sighed and wrapped his hands around Farrah's plush behind. He licked her lips, and she in turn kissed his beak. "You're very beautiful, I hope you know," he cooed.

"And you're a handsome old man," said Farrah, teasingly smiling. The middle ring of Night's horse cock slipped inside of her. Farrah groaned quietly near his beak. With no small amount of self-deprecation, she murmured, "I shouldn't be able to take you this easily, but that's two healthy kids for you..."

The bird laughed gently. He squeezed Farrah's behind and dimpled her ass cheeks. "Not the first time I've heard that."

"Not the first time I've said it," Farrah retorted. Still she pushed down, and as she lowered, the angle with which she gazed into Night's eyes changed. She found herself level with him once her wide hips touched down on his own. Stricken by the full feeling of Night's member spearing her open, she sighed contentedly and made to smooch on his beak.

But in the middle of Farrah's kiss, as her sticky lips pooched, Night thrust his tongue against them and managed to lick briefly across her teeth. Embarrassed and giggling as such, Farrah recoiled, then pressed in close again. She pushed her jowls into his beak and they achieved some semblance of a deep kiss. Their tongues brushed together and a little saliva was exchanged, but they realized the incompatibility and eased off.

"You're quite a lover," said Farrah as she began her ride. Her movements were slow and mindful.

Sighing, Night caressed Farrah's behind. It was not a secret that he had a great deal of affection for her chubby butt. "I can be," he coolly replied.

As she reached the top few inches of Night's penis, Farrah slid down again. This descent was quicker and more certain, and she released the bench to squeeze Night's stout body instead, hugging him around the torso and under his arms. Night blushed once more, and more still when Farrah rested her chin on his shoulder. He finally unhanded her rear and slid his hands up under her shirt, doing so not to be lewd, but out of a desire to touch her naked fur.

Farrah started to move faster. Her speed did not stem from a worry of being caught but desire for release. She nibbled his neck and often cooed into it. It was possible, though she was too distracted, to measure Night's pulse by the throbs of his penis; Farrah's vaginal flesh was pulled so taut around him that she could feel his every minute twitch.

Eventually Farrah stopped gnawing Night's neck in favor of biting her bottom lip. She clenched her eyes shut, and again, her bouncing quickened. Night moaned for her, his cries nothing under the rustle of the leaves. More noticeable was how he scraped and bucked his hooves against the stone; a hooved beast's answer to curling toes. His balls ached and throbbed, still damp from Farrah's taste test. They were tightening up into the warmth of his loins, making his scrotum a bit slack and wrinkled. The rapid throb of his penis coincided with his more needful, uncharacteristic moans.

"Ah, god, ooh my gawd," Farrah grunted before biting down on Night's neck. This sudden chomp startled Night and made him gasp. A shiver crawled down his spine, ending in his tail, which twitched. As Farrah hunkered down and bounced almost crudely, Night stroked her back, wishing only to touch her.

"Ooh, you're so good," Night crooned, speaking in a low tone of voice. Abruptly, he came, closing his eyes tightly. His semen gushed into Farrah in thick, contiguous strands, flooding her loins. The runoff escaped in dribbles and tiny streams, leaving Night's balls with zig-zagging white streaks.

Night's reaction to his orgasm was a moan, nothing more or less, but Farrah gasped and squeezed like a vise on the hippogryph's penis. She did so unconsciously, this being her body's reaction to being seeded, but the tightness deepened her own pleasure. Being held open as her muscles clamped down was just the kind of push Farrah needed. In a rush of pleasure and puppy love, she joined the bird in orgasm and squirted for him, adding to the soupy mess which was gradually escaping the imperfect seal of her pussy.

Panting and almost bleating in bliss, Farrah nuzzled firmly into Night's neck. The hippogryph embraced her tightly. Overhead, the leaves rushed and rustled, and the world went on around them. Likely nobody would ever know what lovemaking had happened in the nature preserve that day.

As afterglow washed over her, Farrah eased slightly away from the bird, but stayed impaled in his lap. She smooched his beak, and a big, almost dumb smile was plastered across her now tired face.

Night chuckled sweetly. He bumped her cheek with the smooth edge of his beak. "What's on your mind?" he warmly asked.

Farrah's expression tightened, then soured just a bit. Sadness crept into her eyes, and she answered, "You. You are."

Nodding sagely, Night said, "I had the feeling."

No words, only the sounds of the gentle breeze and the city beyond the trees. Farrah licked Night's cheek. "I want to see you again."

Night rubbed his beak on her snout. He cooed his affectionate sound. "You will. I want to see you again, too."