Of Hippogriffs And Gryphons

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.

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Shira stretched out in the sunshine, the hippogriff's hooves scraping lightly over the rock. The outcrop was one that could only be reached by flying, thought his silvery-white wings were more than capable of carrying him exactly where he needed to go. His feathers blended into the dark black, lighter where he had been softly bleached by the summer sun, of a set of equine hindquarters, strong and well-muscled - perhaps even more so than the full horses in the territory that were built to move all day. He could afford just a little more defined muscle across his hindquarters, though he still had to be light enough to fly, even with his wide, long wings to carry him up and forth into the great, blue beyond.

The tufts above the light indents of his ears quivered as he rose, relaxed after his sunbath, though there was no need for him to rush at all, perfectly safe where he was. Shira's eyes scanned the tops of the pine trees, the evergreen foliage not helping to discern the season even though it was at the height of summer, tail lashing thoughtfully, swatting away invisible flies. The long strands caught on a rough outcrop of rock, set into a sheer cliff-face, and he turned his beak curiously from one side to the other, though it was not prey that he was interested in on that particular day.

No... His stomach was full, heavy and content. That was why it had all come so very easily to him to lie down in the sun, a luxury that was so very often afforded only to predator creatures. Prey could not allow themselves that, not when there were so very many other creatures out there, all looking to get a bite of them, end their short lives just so that they could continue the circle of life and existence itself.

There was something else, however, to that circle that Shira shivered for, groaning softly in the back of his throat, a purr rumbling up as his beak vibrated and chattered lightly. He shook his head slowly from one side to the other, working out the kinks in his neck, the roll and twist of the muscles running down his spine easing out the tension. How long had he been napping for? Oh, it didn't matter, but it most certainly left him with a sleepy warmth in his limbs, the kind that curled through and made him feel comfortably heavier and duller than he was naturally.

But that need... Oh, that need... It remained to be fulfilled, tingling through, drawing the sheath tucked up at the join of his belly to his hind legs, well-protected, as he grunted in the back of his throat. Shira churred lightly, beating his wings a couple of times, though even he knew that that motion alone was not going to stop his shaft from sliding out, throbbing and aching, though it was not yet fully hard. It seemed slimmer than it was naturally, even though it would soon plump up full of blood, some light lines of definition down the length hinting at veins, though it was just the light hitting his shaft. Cast into shadow under the barrel of his stomach, it ached darkly, drooling with a glisten of pre-cum.

It had not been all that long since he'd had a partner, the other hippogriffs flighty sorts until they settled on a territory, although that sometimes took tens of years for them. They did not reproduce with viable eggs all that often, able to pick and choose what was fertilised within them (on the part of hippogriffs with a womb, that was), but it was a given that mating with another species would bring them a clutch of eggs. Even if the other species, such as a horse, was not the kind of creature that would ever normally lay eggs.

Shira smiled, parting his beak slightly as his eyes gleamed. That was just another perk of being a gryphon. Maybe he should go visit the herd of horses again, see if he could steal off some mares from under the eye of the stallion? He always had his head turning, one eye and ear on the bachelor herd of studs, who were just as much fun for Shira to play with as they were eager to have mares of their own. Out of principle, of course, the hippogriff did not devour equines, even though his digestive system was perfectly capable of digesting their flesh. It simply did not seem right to him.

But there were others out there, a new scent on the breeze, one of a creature that was like the half-bird half-lion creatures that lived in the higher, colder mountains on the other side of the territory. It was expansive and there was plenty of room for all there, even those that may not have come naturally to be there if not for the dragon that had, in his own, special way, brought them all together.

He inhaled deeply, dropping from his outcrop of rock without a care for the pull of gravity, regardless of the relish of the freefall, how it tickled his feathers, stroking them down the lines of his wings, pressing them into place. Shira's wings flared and then he was ascending again, flapping powerfully, shaping and cupping the air so that it suited his will. The hippogriff had no fear of falling, not even as he let out a furious shriek of warning, leaning into the wind, higher and higher, the forest-lined slopes falling away. A flash of colour caught his eye, something that he had only before seen in flowers, the petals soft and folding tightly around the stigma, protecting it. The colours sometimes faded or became more noticeable to other kinds of creatures, butterflies and other insects, in a way that he could not appreciate as a hippogriff, for he was not the one seeking out the sweetness of their nectar, transferring their pollen by default.

He licked the edge of his beak, soaring and tipping his wings, banking slowly, searching. The colour flittered through the trees and he hungered for them, stomach growling, though it was a moment longer for him to realise that he wanted more, something pushing him on, need rising and grinding forth. He snarled, licking his beak again, mouth damp and saliva flowing, tasting their aroma on the breeze.

Not hippogriffs. Not gryphons. Well, gryphons but gryphons unlike the ones that he had met before, their sweet scents luring him on, fruity in essence and drawing him to salivate. Shira flew so low over the treetops that his belly skimmed the highest peaks of the pines, branches shivering under his passing. He was far from a ghost and was not trying, not even in the slightest, to hide his presence, though the longer, softer feathers hidden beneath his primary flying feathers dulled the sound of his flight just a little, which was not entirely a bad thing.

"Did you hear that?"

"Up there!"

That was all the warning that Shira needed to drop through the pine needles like a stone, ignoring the scratch on his feathers and short coat of horse-hair, tail catching, ripping out a few strands. He didn't mind all of that though, not when there was such a treat lying ahead for him, bucking even as he landed with a feral shriek, eyes blazing and wings mantled over his back.

"It is I!"

It was overly dramatic and a thunderous entrance that, truly, his friend, Xigfeldo, would have been proud of. The only thing that could have possibly have been better would have been having a thunderclap and maybe even a bolt of lightning in the background, though he was clearly frightening enough to scatter the brightly coloured gryphons that were half his size. They shrieked but there were was nowhere for them to go as they tried to hide, snarling and hissing, terrifying adorable in all their hardly intimidating fierceness.

"Stay back!"

A purple-pink gryphon snarled and snapped, hunkering down as if to prepare herself to launch at any moment. She, for she was female, all of them were, hissed, her feathers patterned in a fluffy crest that flicked back from her skull like that of an exotic bird, though her beak and head-shape was surely that of an avian raptor. Slices of white and black banded down her neck and chest, though they were subtler than her dominating colour, more pink than purple when she stepped out of the shade, although her feathers seemed to slip through different shades as the dappled light filtered down through the trees.

"Whoa..." Abashed, Shira rubbed the back of his head with a claw, chuckling and shaking his head. "I didn't mean to startle you quite that much! I'm so sorry about that. I'm Shira. You three must be new around."

The other two gryphons, perhaps sensing a little more that he was not such a threat, crept closer, flanking the pink-purple one on either side: a soft, light blue gryphon with delicate features and a dark beak that pointed to a smile in the eyes and a pure purple gryphon that had a lighter slice of violet down her stomach and running up her chest to the underside of her jaw.

Shira cocked his head. The three of them looked quite like fruits that one may have found hanging from a tree. Most peculiar indeed... But alluring too.

During his flight, his shaft had retreated back into his sheath, but they were so plump and ripe, their juicy scent infiltrating the air, that it was hard to keep himself under control. Not that the hippogriff had ever practised all that much self-control in the past, not being all that much of a thing that was practised in such a territory. The dragon and all those that were considered a part of his strange little family cared not for the bounds of a society that would have sought to otherwise hold them back, even though nothing they did actively harmed anyway. Rabbits and deer and even the horses that Shira was so fond of simply did not understand that sex could be more than simply for reproductive purposes, despite the rest of them doing their best to change that.

Maybe they would succeed one day. But the fruity gryphons drew on far deeper needs in the pit of Shira's belly than anything else in the territory ever had.

"Hm..." The pink-purple gryphon surveyed him coolly, one sharp eye observing him, watching carefully for any muscle twitched that may have hinted at an attack, perhaps. "You should not seek to startle others then, if that's not the reaction you're going for. I'm Fuchsia and these two are Periwinkle, Peri... And Violet, of course."

Naming them for their colours was an easy way to tell them apart but, rather wisely for him, Shira kept that thought to himself. Maybe it was a good observation and maybe it was one that he was better off keeping under wraps, though not saying anything in that instance was better for everyone. He didn't want to offend anyone when his loins ached so wonderfully, hinting at something more if only he said the right things, lured them in, showed them just what a wonderful welcome to the territory he could give them.

You know... Rather than being so startled that they all ran about like headless chocobos. That wasn't the best look to place anyone under: even Shira knew that.

"You must have just arrived," he said, bowing his head and beak respectfully. "Well, I'm sure you'll find all that you need here. There're other gryphons on the far side, where the mountains are tipped with snow on the highest slopes, though I'm afraid they're a bit larger than you are, more my size and a bit bigger."

The violet gryphon chirped and puffed her up chest, feathers fluffing out as if to make herself seem bigger.

"Oh no... We don't want to go where it's cold."

"No." The blue gryphon, Peri, added in. "No, we like it where it's warm. But we were just exploring. Our flock likes to nest down by the coast, close to the sea but mostly staying up in the dunes."

"And that's where they stay," Fuchsia concluded. "So, we thought it was time to strike out on our own, even if we're sure that we'll end up back there, one day. It's a nice place, a safe place, a good place. Only there's nowhere there that can bring any kind of adventure in places like that, now, is there?"

Shira nodded his agreement, though it was harder and harder to thin. Maybe the three of them were so used to their scents that they didn't realise how thickly it laid in the air, overruling even the sap from a broken bough of pine, the crushed needles layering the forest floor softly beneath them. The hippogriff stomped a hind hoof and lashed his tail, tension mounting, though the soft fold of his sheath, so equine in appearance, held true and he was, at least somewhat, able to keep himself under control.

"I can understand that. I've been out of this territory several times, sometimes for months at a time...but I always seem to find myself returning here." He smiled, parting his beak. "You could say that this place has its own kind of allure too."

They smiled at him, settling a little, though not enough that one could say that they were restful. There was a tension in their hides as if they could not sit still, constantly shifting their weight and looking about, more like songbirds that ate fruits and nuts than predatory gryphons. Yet the curves of their beaks were hooked and dangerous, showing that they were able to eat other creatures, the same, in essence, as Shira.

The hippogriff shivered, their conversation bubbling around him, telling him of their travels, all that they had seen - both commonplace and wonderful. It was soothing, lightening, yet he could not forget how he felt, the churning, resounding need tingling through him, aching through, a pulse and grind of desire flowing forth in a way that simply could not be controlled. His sheath plumped out and he caught his breath, feathers around his throat fluffing up just a little, shaking his head, though he still could not help but laugh as they told him about a trout that had leapt from a river and smacked Fuchsia in the beak. It was something, even with his friends, that he would have loved to have seen!

"I think we need to rest here for a while after all that though," Fuchsia said thoughtfully after some time had elapsed, although no one was all that concerned about the day passing by without them. "We've flown quite a way and, err, as you've probably seen, we're not that great after being startled. We need time to recover, just a little."

Shira's eyes gleamed. His shaft plumped out even more, allowing his shaft out at long last, though his forelegs remained in the way, wings hanging down just to shield that part of him all the more. They thought that he was just stretching his wings.

He'd never before seen a chance quite like that one.

"My dears... If staying here is what you seek, then I'm afraid that I must inform you that there is an initiation ceremony that you first must undertake."

Periwinkle bristled, though her eyes alit with curiosity.

"What kind of ceremony?"

Then and only then did Shire lift a foreleg, revealing the hard length of his cock, the dark spire of it dripping with pre-cum. Peri chirped, up on her feet, licking her beak - and the need of the others could not be denied either.

"Oh..."

Knowing a little more of Shira's trickster nature, the chirp and the cheek lingering on his beak, they circled him tightly, the gryphons giggling and chattering, picking and preening at his feathers. He leaned into them, although he didn't know where to turn at any given moment, clustered in on all sides as his heart pounded and his skin heated up.

"Mmm..."

It was easy to lie there as they bore him onto his back, hooves kicked up in the air and forepaws tucked down to his chest. His claws gleamed in the dappled light filtering through the pine needles, though the old, dried needles, brown and soft with age, were there best kind of cushion beneath him, drier than moss and even letting a little of the remaining oils seep into his feathers. He groaned, beak parting, and then there was another beak against his - Violet's. The purple gryphoness pressed in urgently, a thickly fruity aroma intensifying as he moaned, cock throbbing. His shaft was not as shaped as that of an equine, something that the gryphons had already commented on, yet it was uniquely him and his, something that set him apart from other species as a hippogriff of his own.

He kissed Violet, tipping his beak to the side so that they could lock their beaks as well as possible, though it was not a natural position for either gryphons or hippogriffs really. It didn't matter though as their tongues stroked and teased, exploring as they willed, the other two gryphons admiring his cock, sharing it between them as their tongues stroked and caressed.

Shira moaned, head swimming. How could he have ever have missed them on such a lustful day? His shaft throbbed and ached as it bounced and flicked between them, though any pre-cum that drooled from the thick tip of his cock was swiftly lapped up. His balls dangled, plumping up and dropping all the more in the lure of sex, though they were usually tucked within his body to be more aerodynamic.

Those, however, were of particular interest to the gryphons as Fuchsia nudged them with her beak, dipping her tongue into the indent in the middle, between each testicle. Peri was not idle either and took the chance to take the hippogriff's cock into his beak, suckling it deep, letting it slide into his throat. And it was right at that very moment that Shira learned that their type of gryphon did not have any gag reflex, his cock pushing into the pouch of Peri's throat while he was adored so sweetly, their scent intensifying.

The hippogriff, however, had a musky lure of his own to emit, though it was not something equine or avian in nature but something that was inherently his as a hippogriff. It was one of the many things that set his kind apart, every creature in the world having a unique scent-signature, even though the one of hippogriffs was particularly potent.

They already wanted him as his tail flicked, the hippogriff-unique gland beneath the dock and around his anal ring oozing a thick, "gloopy" fluid, drawing the attention of Fuchsia. Not that she needed a reason to explore him any more than she already was but seeing the hippogriff flinch and tremble under the teasing lap of her tongue was all that she needed. Swirling it around his tail hole, she scooped up his essence and gulped it down, pupils dilating slightly as she shook, trembling there lightly, wanting it all the more.

It was a need and a lust as all three of them swapped positions, Shira rolling onto all fours, a needy cunny presented before him, flanked by blue feathers. That was, of course, Periwinkle there, the light, blue gryphon moaning softly as she rocked back onto Shira's beak. None of them, clearly, were virginal lovers, although the passion that coursed through and experience gleaned would only lead them to be more experienced and caring lovers than ever before.

Shira did not waste any time, lapping deeply into the gryphon's cunny as her folds parted sweetly around him. The lewd slop of her juices coated his tongue and he leaned in, even as Fuchsia grunted and lapped at his dick, her head jerking back and forth, moving quickly as she ran her tongue from the base to the tip of his cock over and over again. Peri shook her head, having taken in a good dose of the hippogriff's oil too, leaking from the skin of his shaft too and around his sheath and balls, beak parted even as she pressed up to Violet's side, wanting more.

The purple and blue gryphons whimpered as they squeezed in against one another, needing it, wanting it, breath catching in their throats while that devious tongue swapped between them, toying with them. Curling and flicking around their clits, the throbbing nubs having swollen from the hood of their clits, begging his tongue. As much as he wanted to give everyone equal attention, it was impossible, even in that moment, his body aching and throbbing, hindquarters trying to dip and round lightly, though he only had so much flexibility there. The gryphons grunted before him and he eagerly drove on, letting their sweetening aroma flow over him, though it was in the slickness of their pussies too, staining and marking his beak and rendering it completely and utterly impossible for him to escape from. But that was the best thing possible as far as Shira was concerned, the hippogriff's tail flicking, thrashing, need rising to such a point that he was barely sure whether he was going to hold off long enough for his cock to get into any one of them.