“So what do we do now?” Lexi asked, standing close to Ceylon as the two of them made their way down the crowded township streets. The intersection that marked the center of Affity was behind them, and the two ladies were booking it out of town as fast as they could. The reality of the situation had reared its head when the gryphon had started aggressively pecking and pawing at Lexi's haunches, showing that he was on the verge of pouncing her there in public.

Their tryst with the gryphon had left him pent up in the wine cellar, and as Ithilwen had described, an unhappy Ceylon was not something they needed in their life. Ithilwen knew from prior experience that keeping her gryphon happy and giving him sexual release whenever he needed it was paramount to her luck, but Lexi wasn't keen on just lifting skirt in the middle of town, and neither was Ithilwen. Neither were interested in being exposed, so they sought to find a place outside of town where they could please their pet in private.

“We need to get out of town, first. Once we leave these city limits, we can search for a grove or a bush or a valley or somewhere far away from people that you can finish him up. We have to be quick about it, too; Ceylon's transformation abilities seem to have amplified his needs, so blue balls are onset much faster than a stallion or typical drake.” Ithilwen informed Lexi as dozens of locals and travelers shuffled around them in the town's center.

Lexi gulped a bit, trying her best to hide her awkward gait. “And what happens if we fail to find a spot to take care of him?” In truth, she felt that the thought of being aggressively taken by Ceylon in the middle of town was incredibly arousing, but the reality of such a situation was not one she wished to deal with. The divide between fantasy and reality was clear for her to see in this situation.

“Well, let's just say I hope you're into exhibitionism, because he'll mount you no matter how many others are around.” Ithilwen joked, lightly tugging on the gryphon's lead line to keep him from reaching out and stealing a melon from a nearby cart. “And if you refuse him, well, I can't say for certain, but I'm pretty sure that would put quite the damper on our first quest together. Keeping this gryph alive and pleased is the key to my insurmountable luck, the last time I said no, I injured myself, broke my arm, and lost a bunch of high quality potion, and I don't mean to repeat that.”

“Well then, in that case I hope we find a place to take care of him soon.” Lexi said as she leaned into him, rubbing her cheek to the plumage on his shoulder. “He's such a pretty boy.”

Ithilwen nodded in agreement. “Yes, but he's also terrifying in some circumstances. Let's just focus on what we can do for him as soon as reasonably possible. Come on, let's go.” She pressed forward, guiding both Ceylon and Lexi out of town to the great frontier known as the Plains of Farragouth, a vast expanse between the southern mountains and the Port Town of Uriel that surrounded the small town of Affity in all directions.

While Affity remained an important part of Farragouth for its fertile soil, prime location, and city center around the epicenter that was the intersection between the two largest trade routes in the land, there was one significant disadvantage for anyone seeking privacy. There were no forests around the city in any direction for dozens of kilometers. The town was surrounded by hundreds of farms in an erratic patchwork, each field serving a different purpose.

The moment the three of them were out of town and able to gaze upon the grid of farmland around them, Ithilwen grabbed at her side bag and hopped up onto Ceylon, balancing on his shoulder as she whipped out a hand held telescope to scan their surroundings. She was looking for valleys, for areas that weren't occupied, or even just abandoned buildings, but found none. Every patch of farm was being tilled, plucked, or harvested, with what appeared to be dozens of workers on each field, doing their jobs. She expected this, given the town's reputation for their production of fruits, vegetables, grains, and livestock, but it didn't help her in this situation.

“What do you see?” Lexi asked, straining her eyes to get a better look. As an otter, she wasn't in possession of the most acute vision, but that didn't stop her from trying. “Anything at all we can use?”

“Nothing.” Ithilwen admitted as she hopped down. The wolf grabbed at Ceylon's lead line and tugged on it to urge him farther out of town, leaving the marketplace and the thousands of shoppers behind. “The closest thing I found that might work for hiding a sexy beast like this is an orchard with peaches in it, but it was full of workers going up and down with a stepladder to pick the fruits. There's no way we'd get away with hiding there while Ceylon had his way with you.”

“Why does it have to be me?” Lexi asked, then sniffed the air to sample the subtle scent of Ceylon's musk in the air. She glanced back to see his cock tip with the concentric rows of barbs poking out of his sheath, glistening as it drooled his precum. “I mean, I don't have a problem with it, but you keep talking like I'm the only one who can satisfy him and I know he'd love to tie with you, too!”

Ithilwen ducked under Ceylon's beak to give Lexi a look of amusement, one eyebrow up and one ear down. “Well of course he'd love to mount me, but you're the one who teased him so you have to prove your loyalty to him. If I do it, then he might not respect you.”

“That's a thing? Like, would Ceylon really do that? I've only known him a day and I don't get that vibe.” Lexi countered, lightly caressing the gryphon's cere. “But hey, if I have to be the one who takes it for the team, I think I'll go ahead and do that. So, what are we going to do? He's starting to drop from his sheath, so I figure we don't have much time before he's gonna take me, so we'd best find a place soon.” She glanced away to see, three farms over, a massive red barn next to an open pasture with dozens of horses. “How about that?”

“How about what?” Ithilwen asked, glancing over in the same direction, not realizing what Lexi was pointing at.

“The barn. From what I can tell, there doesn't appear to be anyone near it, all the workers are on the far side of the field, and if my memory of gryphon phsyiology is correct, the horses might better please Ceylon than I could.”

After a moment's hesitation, Ithilwen snapped her fingers and pointed. “Good thinking. Let's get off this busy trade route and disappear into the agricultural wilds!”

Once again, the two ladies and the gryphon drake quickly trotted forth, hopping quickly down the pathway until they found a trail that appeared to slice a field in half towards the massive barn that they were intending to slip into. Every step of the way, both Lexi and Ithilwen glanced around to check and see if there were any others hanging around, anyone who could see them, or anyone walking towards the barn from any direction. Luckily for them, not a single person could be seen nearby.

The barn itself was like every other barn in the region. Two stories tall, with a hay loft and storage on the upper level with doors on all four sides for easy tossing of the feed. On each end on ground level, a sliding door was half open, while on the opposite broadside there was a twin door opening to the pasture that held the equines. Inside were a dozen stables lined up on one wall, with eight on the opposite wall, four on either side of the twin doors. In the stables closest to the opening to the pasture were two horses, one all black with a white tipped mane, and a chestnut colored one with a blonde mane.

Ithilwen and Lexi slipped inside with Ceylon close behind, locking the door behind them and rushing to the opposite end of the barn to lock that sliding door as well. They wanted to be in private, so that's what they got. After pulling the lead line off Ceylon's neck, she tossed it over one of the stable doors and put her hands on her hips, looking at Lexi. “Well, get to it.” She instructed.

“I can't just perform on command, you know.” Lexi protested while slowly disrobing.

“That's gonna have to be something you get out of your mind as time goes on. There is no performance, only pleasure with Ceylon. He's usually pretty good about holding off and waiting until you're in the mood or willing, but sometimes he'll just pounce you, and you better be ready.” Ithilwen started to pull her clothes off as well, stepping out of her boots while lifting her sash over her head.

Lexi was nervous, but that didn't stop her from asking. “Why are you getting undressed as well? I thought you said it was my job to help Ceylon out.” She tossed her green tunic over a stall door and cautiously glanced around with her ears up to be sure she didn't hear anyone coming. She couldn't be positive, but her ears were keen and she heard nothing. “Whatever, let's do this.”

Ithilwen stopped Lexi, pressing her fingers to the otter's chest. “Wait, are you not into it? You gotta be into it, or Ceylon will know. He can't get off if you're not also enjoying yourself.”

“Are you serious? So many rules, so many details, and so many things that can go wrong. How could you possibly be sure that it has to be me, that I have to be having fun, or that he's even the cause of your luck. Have you run tests on all of these theories? Are they theories or hypotheses? What do I have to go by that should make me trust you at all?” Lexi found herself growing increasingly frustrated with all of Ithilen's little rules and commands, and she was starting to question the authenticity of the wolf's methods. She didn't mean to be crass about it, though.

Luckily for Lexi, Ithilwen wasn't the kind to be easily dissuaded or upset. “I can't know for sure, but I've been traveling with Ceylon for long enough to have a pretty good understanding of what it is that he likes and how my behaviour reflects back at me. There's no way to be positive about some things, but trust me on others. The more you enjoy your companionship, the greater the rewards.”

Ceylon leaned into Lexy and nuzzled at her, rubbing his cere against her shoulder and neck like a cat, his body rumbling in what could best be described as a purr. He was chirping and trilling, nuzzling and preening at the otter even as she was trying to lightly push him away and address Ithilwen in order to better get an understanding of the situation.

“I don't know what to say, Ithilwen, it seems like you're making most of this up, how can I trust you if you're making things up?” Lexi was quickly losing faith in her new companion.

Ithilwen took in a deep breath and sighed, tossing the last of her clothes over the nearby stall doors next to the lead rope. “I told you, I'm only going with what I know, what's worked for me, and what my instincts tell me. Every since meeting this majestic beast, I've just known things, like thoughts and truths were planted in my head. This is one of those things, I just feel like I know it. In time you'll feel like you know it as well. For now, just....” She paused to see that Ceylon's cock was almost fully exposed, with the bulge of his knot distending and stretching the opening to his sheath.

Lexi followed Ithilwen's gaze, and the image of Ceylon's dripping cock made her knees weak.

“Just follow my lead, okay?” Ithilwen practically dove under Ceylon and pushed back his sheath, popping it over the knot to fully expose his length as her palms cradled his lobes. She nuzzled at the length of his shaft, casually glancing up to Lexi to show her what to do. Eager to please, she extended her canine tongue out as far as it would go, curling it up under the bulge of the gryphon's shaft to stroke down towards the tip until she felt his barbs tug on her soft flesh.

The gryphon raised one of his front talons and gave a gentle buck, a single strand of gooey precum shooting out to form a bridge between his tip and Ithilwen's snout. As he lowered his beak in delight, he casually glanced back to Lexi with a gape grin and a devious gaze, ears back to his skull and feathers along his neck fluffed out.

It was clear that he wanted Lexi to join in on the fun, and she couldn't resist such a sexy creature regardless of how nervous she had become that she'd be caught again like in the wine cellar. “Alright then, I can't say no to those eyes.” She cooed at him before kneeling down next to Ithilwen, outstretching her hand to offer to take Ceylon's cock for her.

“Good for you, thanks for joining us!” Ithilwen joked, pushing Ceylon's tip towards Lexi.

After one last glance around to make sure nobody was coming or was nearby, Lexi finally let herself go by grabbing and nuzzling into Ceylon's shaft, rubbing her cheek along its length to smear her fur with the thick musky lubricant that the gryphon had secreted. She sniffed at the air, taking in the sweet scent that was billowing up in front of her, letting its aroma coat her nostrils even as her whiskers twitched and shuddered in delight. The otter could feel a distinct pressure welling up inside, her lips swelling and growing moist as the seconds passed; It was time to finish what she started, and she knew that Ceylon understood this.

“Oh, very nice.” Ithilwen complimented her, leaning back to get a good look at Lexi's pose and behaviour; to her it was quite peculiar how the otter was taking in the sights and smells before diving onto the gryphon's cock. “Done this before, I take it?”

Lexi paused and slowly turned to look at Ithilwen, her lips curled up in a half grin that told the wolf to watch. Then, without saying another word, she wrapped both of her hands around Ceylon's shaft, stroking from where the knot ended to where the barbs began, tongue extended to suckle at his tip. Though Ceylon's barbs plucked and caught on her lips and the fur of her cheek, she didn't let that dissuade her from leaning in and slowly gulping on him, one ridge at a time.

The view was great for Ithilwen, who loved enjoying watching some good oral. “Now that's what I call a good time.” She once again complimented as she leaned back. Despite having insisted in Lexi being the one to finish Ceylon off, she was starting to get jealous and wanted a piece of him for herself; no length of time together could fully satisfy her desires for his flesh. Had she not been courting Lexi to become her assistant in her journeys, she would have happily pushed the otter away and taken over her duties to the gryphon stud. As it stood she knew that Ceylon was quite keen on having Lexi to himself, so she backed off and got back to her feet, brushing her knees of the hay.

“Chrrp?” Ceylon trilled at her as he swung around to watch her. He may have been distracted by the otter's clever lips and tongue, but he still saw Lexi as his master, and seemed concerned that she was leaving. The look in his eye told her that he wanted her below him, and he wanted to fill her with his seed. Their psychic link may not have been perfect, but she was able to interpret his emotions.

Ithilwen got back to her knees and turned around, lifting her tail to expose her blue-fleshed vulva to Ceylon while crouching next to Lexi. “Let him mount me.” She insisted, wagging her rump and spreading her legs. “He needs to tie.”

Lexi pushed forward to swallow all of Ceylon's member to the knot before slowly pulling off, careful to not let his barbed tip catch the tender walls of her throat. Upon spitting him out and licking up the gooey mess on her lips, she cradled him to collect the combined fluid of her saliva and his lubricants to rub into her groin. Now well lubed up, she smiled back at Ithilwen, slapping the canine's rump. “I think I got this, don't you worry. You said it has to be me and I'm happy to take him for ya.”

“It's fine, Lexi. As long as you're down here with me, he won't know the difference. My body is made for handling knots, yours is not, I presume, so I'm better equipped to take care of him. Also, I've got more experience.” Ithilwen insisted as she slid her hand between her thighs to part her lips, exposing the glistening inner folds within.

The logic was sound, but that didn't stop Lexi from being stubborn. “But I want to be able to take him, and how am I going learn if I don't practice?” She asked before leaning into Ceylon's member and rubbing it past her neck, using the barbed tip to comb through the fur between her breasts.

“This isn't the time or place to practice, dear. Right now we need only satisfy him, we can train your body to be his temple later when we have more time and freedom. Don't be foolish.” She shook her rump, trying to entice Ceylon while not letting it become evident that she was just being selfish in regards to getting the gryphon's attention.

Having caught on regardless of Ithilwen's sly charisma and confidence, Lexi nodded in a show of submission. “Okay, you win. You can have him, but I say we let Ceylon decide.” She turned and exposed herself, stumpy tail up high and moist slit dripping free as she got on all fours next to Ithilwen. “He takes whoever he wants, and he can be the one who decides, right? He can only knot with one.”

“Seems fair.” Ithilwen responded with a grin. She was quite certain that, given Ceylon's familiarity with her and the great times they had, he would go with her instead of the newbie who could barely take a knot. “We'll let the drake decide.”

“So we shall.” Agreed Lexi as she pressed her chest to the ground, dipping the small of her back to better aim herself at Ceylon to increase her chances. Her body was slightly more sleek, so she figured that would convince the gryphon to mount her, as he was a partially aquatic gryphon and she assumed that would make a difference.

Despite being a feral drake of carnal instinct, Ceylon paused in place to look down under his body to see the two females both presenting for him, one front talon up and beak agape in a trilling smile. He had no idea what to do or how to respond, so he simply pressed his talon down on the one under his left claw, the one that he'd lifted to get a better look. The female he pinned to the ground first was Lexi, holding her in place as he arched his back and spread his wings, jerking his member forth to lightly prod under the base of her stumpy tail, quickly finding her slit and bucking into her.

Lexi grunted and turned to look at Ithilwen with her head still partially buried in her crossed arms, a broad, cocky grin on her face to silently declare victory at having been chosen. Though she was swelling with pride, she was also feeling the stretch of gryphon cock parting her lips and easing itself deeper into her, a girth that she wasn't yet prepared for.

Ithilwen turned back and stared back at Lexi, grinning the same pride-filled grin. “I wouldn't be too sure of yourself, Lex; he could just be using you as warmup.” Though she was simply speaking out of hope and spite there was a hint of truth to what she said. Ceylon wasn't the type to be picky, and it was rare for him to decline having two at a time.

As their session began to pick up and Ceylon started to pump into Lexi, the two horses that were in the barn with them started to cause a commotion, hoofing at the walls of their stalls and bobbing their heads with slight snorts; perhaps they were aggravated at Ithilwen and Lexi, or maybe they were trying to get Ceylon's attention, the two girls couldn't know for sure.

That was why Lexi pulled off Ceylon's cock, resisting the grip of his barbs to quickly get to her feet and bolt towards the doors, worried that someone was coming. She left Ithilwen behind under the gryphon as she cracked the door open, checking to see if there were any farm hands nearby. Luckily, there were none, and the closest worker was one field over plucking apples from a tree to gently place them in a bucket.

In the absence of her companion, Ithilwen took this opportunity to reach back and grab at Ceylon's member, aiming it under her tail so that his pointed tip was nestled in between her plump, needy lips. She hungered for his flesh, but he didn't buck immediately as she'd expected.

Instead, Ceylon glanced over at Lexi to see what she was doing, then turned his focus to the two horses that were causing a commotion. Though the scene had been on the border of harrowing for the three of them, Ceylon's expression morphed for only a moment before returning back to the confident gaze that he wore at most times. In that brisk moment, and felt only through the gentle tensions of his cock as it rested between her thighs, Ithilwen immediately knew that they were safe.

“Lex, come here, get away from the door!” Ithilwen commanded, wiggling her hips and easing back onto Ceylon's length as she shuddered in delight. The distinct sensation of his tapered tip sliding in one row of barbs at a time while plunging deeper and throbbing out against her walls was heavenly, and she found herself melting at his touch, simply content to let him do as he pleased to her. She knew that there was a threat of being found out, she knew that Lexi was a little worried about that, and she knew that there was a potential danger in having the horses in the barn, but she felt as comfortable and content as she ever had.

It was like the very touch of his flesh on hers was making her overflow with confidence. In that moment, she had a theory that there was a link between physical touch with his most sensitive areas was transferring some of his confidence into her, but she had no way of testing it and knew that it was a rather silly thing to fixate upon. Knowing that, she braced herself and bounced back as hard as she could, forcing her sex to consume every bump and ridge of Ceylon's cock right down to the knot lobes.

Ceylon quickly leaned into her and dipped his back, squatting down to press all of his weight down on her haunches as he started grinding and lightly thrusting into her, stirring her loins with his barbed tip while his knot teased her clit and lips.

Lexi stared at her two companions, shaking her head as she idly teased at her own moist lips. She was just as into it as Ithilwen, but now it seemed like Ceylon had taken to her in Lexi's absence so she made the best of what she had and darted over to the nearest stall to glance at the chestnut horse with the blonde mane. As the horse was pacing, turning and walking one way and the other with their tail up, Lexi was able to quickly see that this was no stallion, but a mare; likely one in heat based on the puffiness of her vulva and the fluids that were dribbling out over her winking clit.

“Sorry girl, you're not my type.” Lexi whispered as he leaned over to give the mare a gentle pat on the neck and stroke of her mane. “I'm more into stallions, but I'm sure if you ask, someone will help you out with that.” After offering her condolences to the horny mare, she skipped over to the other stall that held the pure black horse with the white-tipped mane. As she glanced over the stall wall, she saw that they also had white tips at the end of the long hair around their fetlocks. She also saw a massive, engorged cock swinging between his hind legs, with a pair of heavy, slick-looking balls.

This horse was a stallion, and if Lexi couldn't have Ceylon due to a silly paranoia, she was going to enjoy a nice consolation prize!

Throughout their travels together thus far, the few hours since they met in the tavern and had a lengthy chat, the one thing that Ithilwen had been insistent about was that Ceylon's presence brought about the best of luck, and that no harm could befall his chosen companions;if she was to believed, Lexi was one of those chosen companions. Under most circumstances, she'd have been cautious with no desire to mess around with horses in any way, but she had been emboldened by the gryphon's aura.

She hopped over the wall and pressed herself flat to the wood, trying her best to not startle the stallion. “Whoa boy, calm down.” Lexi did her best to calm him, but she seemed shocked when he didn't appear agitated at all; it was almost like he didn't notice her entrance to his stable or she had already calmed him somehow. “Good boy.” She said, slowly getting to a knee so she could better see his package. Before her, the stallion's meaty sheath jiggled with his every step, his balls hanging gently between his thighs. He wasn't erect, but that didn't stop Lexi from gently reaching out to touch him.

The stallion lightly stepped from side to side, tossing his head and nickering at her while hoofing at the ground. He didn't seem irritated, but he was definitely alert to his surroundings.

Lexi kept her eyes trained on his to gauge his reactions while her fingers trailed along his flank; she wanted to make sure he wasn't going to rear up or stomp, which was a possibility given the fact that he had a stranger in his stall with him and Stallions weren't known for their tact and serenity when aroused. To her delight, he seemed to not only settle down within seconds, but she happened to see his cock started to unfold and drop out of the corner of her eye. “There we go, that's a real good boy.” She said, reaching out to wrap her hand around its girth.

He twitched a bit, shocked at the attention he was getting, but that surprise simmered down instantly as he realized what was going on. The stallion tensed up his loins, pumping his cock full of blood to harden it as he slapped it on his belly, his precum already soaking the tip and the inside of his partially inflated flare.

“Whoa, whoa.” She said, mostly to herself. “You calm down a bit, boy. I'll get to you in a minute.” She cautioned, squeezing at the tip and making squishing noises as her palm pressed against the moist flesh. The stallion shuffled in place, shifting his weight from hoof to hoof as he lowered his head and started nuzzling at her, lipping her shoulder and threatening to bite had she not pushed him away in time. “Seriously, calm yourself!”

Ithilwen called out from under Ceylon. “Stop talking and just let him do his thing; he won't stop until he's finished with you.” Her words were cute and straightforward, spoken in between the throbs and swells of Ceylon's cock inside her, his barbs splaying out to tug on her flesh.

Lexi took her partner's advice and quickly spun around, lifting her stubby tail and reaching back to grab at the stallion's length, holding it in place between her hips as she eased back. Had she not braced herself, she might have been taken by surprised or hurt when the stallion bucked, but her time with Ceylon had loosened her up and her loins were ready for the aggressive thrust of the horse's cock. She whimpered in delight as she felt the spongy tip pop into her with a juicy squelch, its berth straining her depths and gaping her as it plowed into her, slamming against her depths.

“There we go.” She cooed to herself, wide toothy grin upon her face. “Yeah, that's real nice.” She let go of his cock and started rocking back and forth, subtly stroking his length with her lips as she clenched down, gyrating her hips in persistent, subtle motions to better feel the throb of his member caressing her flesh. He was rough, but not as rough as she expected as he bucked and slammed that blunt cock tip of his against her depths, his whole body gradually getting into the proper motions akin to a lover. This seemed rather odd to Lexi at first, but the steady rhythm the stallion quickly fell into was just too pleasant to squander, so she matched his motions and slammed back with her hips gyrating and her body rocking under his belly, relishing the passionate lust he offered her.

This was so pleasant for her – namely the throbbing cock tip of the stallion pumping in and out of her with ease, gradually flaring out more with every few thrusts – that she quickly lost track of time, forgot about Ithilwen and Ceylon, and quickly let her mind clear itself. Her trance allowed her to focus on the squelching of his flesh rubbing against hers, the grunting of the stallion above her, the subtle musky scent of his essence, and the faint whimpers coming out of her at the top of every thrust. Lexi quietly dissipated into her trance, body moving on instinct as she matched the stallion until she lost herself in the pure pleasure that was bestowed within her.

“You alright over there?” Ithilwen asked, gyrating her hips back against Ceylon's knot in much the same way that Lexi had been with the stallion. When no answer came, she shrugged her shoulders and wiggled backwards, eager to feel Ceylon's barbed tip protrude into her depths. She knew from her experiences with the gryphon that the barbs seemed to partially numb her there, loosening up her cervix to deposit seed directly into her womb, but she didn't like to think about it aside from hoping that it happened every time they mated. He didn't seem to be doing so with her, as he wasn't knotting.

The gryphon was being affectionate, pressing his belly fur down to her back and grinding his hips into her, rolling his knot against her lips while his wings were lowered down on either side of them to protect his 'mate'. That was typical gryphon behaviour, but Ceylon wasn't like every other gryphon, in that he was also gently stroking down Ithilwen's back with his talon, penetrating her fur to tickle the flesh beneath. This made him seem anthro, like a lover giving his mate a massage while being gentle with her. Not uncommon for Ceylon, but still a pleasant surprise every time it happened.

Every moment that passed had Ithilwen casually glancing to each of the locked sliding doors, wondering if the owners of the barn would return. She knew it could happen at any time even with Ceylon's limitless good luck, and she knew that everything would be fine in the end as it always was, but she still didn't want to be seen with her tail flagged and her mount knot deep in her. That was always an unpleasant situation.

Still, her primary concern was that of Ceylon, she wanted to be sure he was happy, she needed to help him release his tension – the tension that Lexi had built up in the wine cellar – if she wanted to maintain possession of that luck that was so integral to their relationship. With that goal in mind, she took in a deep breath to psych herself up and prepare her loins before clenching her pelvic muscles and pushed back as hard as she could, grinding her hips to his knot in the hopes of having him pop into her so he could climax and be done with it.

But that didn't happen. Ceylon kept his talons to her back, holding her in place and digging into her flesh as he pushed back, but the steady grinding had seemed to trigger the growth of his knot in a way that had indicated he was about to climax without that orgasm ever coming. His knot was fully formed, grinding against her hungry lips in lieu of a slight bulge that was meant to slip in and inflate inside her. This was a problem if she was going to coax his seed from him, but she didn't give up.

Ithilwen leaned back with one of her hands, cradling the knot with one of her palms, caressing its slimy surface and squeezing against the throbbing veins pushing out near the base of it. In an attempt to simulate a knotting, she tried to wrap her thumb and forefinger around the neck, which was still mostly buried in the folds of the wrinkled, equine-like sheath that housed his length. This seemed to work, at least partially, in that Ceylon bucked his hips with enough force to scoot Ithilwen along the hay-covered floor, but the knot didn't squeeze and pop in.

His member was rock hard, with six lobes on his knot, ridges or ribs down his shaft, a throbbing, splaying set of concentric barbs, and veins pulsating near the neck. Every bit of it was pleasant to Ithilwen, who had hosted the knot – which was the size of both of her hands balled up into a fist side by side – with ease in the past, but she knew that if it swelled outside her depths, there was little to no chance of it going in. In her mind, she repeated to herself that this was a problem that would be needing a solution quickly, otherwise they could be trapped in that barn, slaves to the gryphon's needs for hours until he was satisfied with them.

No solution came, at least not at first. Ceylon kept grinding and thrusting, slapping his lube-soaked knot against her while she pushed back and moaned in desire, but nothing came of it. His barbs splayed out to tickle her depths, teasing at her womb in the process, but he didn't get deep enough with that knot plugging her in order to penetrate that deep. In the nearby stall, Lexi was doing the same thing with the stallion, rocking back and forth while the equine passionately thrust into her, lasting longer than most feral stallions by a multitude of ten; so much longer, in fact, that she was starting to feel sore.

Sore in the way that her loins had grown swollen and tender and sensitive, but not sore in the way that it was uncomfortable or unpleasant. This allowed her to keep at him, grinding and pushing back with subtle hip motions as his flare pumped in and out of her.

The one thing that neither of the ladies had thought about or paid any attention to was the other horse in the barn, the blonde mare with the chestnut colored, thick body. She had been nickering and rubbing against her stall door since Ceylon arrived, lightly hoofing at the ground and tossing her mane to get attention, but no one had paid her much mind. Ceylon had, though.

In the gryphon's steady mounting of Ithilwen, with his rhythmic thrusts and hip gyrations, he had actually been staring over at the mare the whole time, hence the lack of variation in his motions. His nostrils were sampling the scent of the mare, fuelling his arousal and causing his knot to swell before being buried in the flesh of his rider. He wanted her, but knew that the best course of action was to please and satisfy Ithilwen first, for in his mind he was as dedicated to her pleasure as she was to his.

After being in the barn for nearly half an hour, with Ceylon idly mounting and thrusting all the while, he eventually stepped back and pulled completely out of his rider, leaving her tender and swollen in his wake.

“Ceylon, what are you doing?” She asked, grasping behind her to find his barbed tip in order to grab him and slip his length back inside her. “You haven't finished!”

The gryphon was hardly paying attention to her, as he was now fixated on the mare. She had turned in her stall and flagged her tail, exposing the deep dark browns of her moist vulva to him. The view urged Ceylon's knot to throb once again to maximum girth and firmness as his heavy cock swayed betwixt his hind legs, slapping against his inner thighs. He hopped over to the stall and reached his head over towards the mare, sniffing under her tail as his beak prodded and preened at her haunches.

Startled, the mare lowered her tail and kicked away, circling within her stall before leaning over and sniffing at Ceylon, lipping his beak and trying to bite him, only to find that his beak was too hard. This seemed to pacify her a bit, and she paced by the wall closest to Ceylon, rubbing her shoulder against the wall with her tail up, clit winking at him.

Ithilwen watched all this as she slowly got to her feet, knees weak from the extended session she'd offered Ceylon. All the while, Lexi remained under the stallion, whimpering and shuddering in delight as the flare pumped in and out of her.

Then, in a sudden motion, Ceylon leapt up and perched on the stable wall, all four feet gripping the wood as he looked down at the mare, cock dangling into the stable itself while leaking precum down the wooden slats. His tail was out far and his wings were partially spread for balance, before he hopped in next to the mare and fluttered next to her, ruffling his feathers.

The mare, however, was quite spooked by Ceylon's behaviour. She bucked and paced, eyes open and ears back as she tried her best to get away. In an attempt to bolt she slammed her chest into the wall, and she reared up to smack Ceylon in the beak with her front hoof the moment he landed next to her. Then, when he tried to get closer, she double-hoof bucked at him, kicking him in the chest before circling around her stall, panicking every step of the way.

“Whoa girl!” Ithilwen cautioned, hoping to keep the mare from causing enough of a ruckus that she attracted the attention of anyone outside. Her heart was pounding, worried that she and Lexi were about to be caught in the act.

But then something strange happened. Ceylon hissed at the mare, narrowing his eyes at her while flattening his ears to his skull. He stared at her for only a second, and she started to calm down. Within moments, she had reverted back into her sexually needy but calm demeanor, with tail flagged and clitoris winking.

Ithilwen took note of this and tried to deduce what had happened, but found that to be fruitless as Ceylon immediately buried his beak under the mare's tail to sample her flavors, nuzzling to peel her lips apart and probing with his tongue alternately between her depths and clitoris. He did this for only a few moments, chasing the mare around the stables before hopping up and digging his claws into her hips, holding her in place while easing his way forward. Once his still-erect cock was swinging between her hind legs, he bit down on her neck and flexed his pelvic muscles to flex his member upwards, the barbed tip stabbing at the mare's plump lips.

The mare twitched a bit, but the beak around her neck kept her from kicking away or acting too skittish. She was pinned by the gryphon, she knew better than to resist any further. Having accepted her place and the dominance of Ceylon, she widened her stance and kept her head down, tail up high and pussy erupting with her arousal to splash on Ceylon's member.

Ceylon chirped deeply at the sensation of mare fluids soaking him from sheath to cock tip, followed by a splay of his barbs and a deep, full-length thrust to slam his member into her depths. The mare's vulva parted wide and distended against the girth of his knot, quivering and sputtering her lubricants onto the floor even as Ceylon grinded into her, rubbing the knot lobes against her flesh.

Unlike his time with Ithilwen or Lexi, Ceylon was not being gentle or compassionate with the mare. He bit down hard and bucked his hips to force himself into the mare despite his knot being fully formed and the equine's depths not being prepared for that. He arched his spine and gyrated, rolling the knot lobes against her walls until, in a glorious guttural squelch of accomplishment, his knot popped in through her lips and came to rest in her depths.

Ithilwen could only imagine what that had felt like, to have Ceylon so thoroughly force himself on her with no regard for her well being, his barbs flared out and his knot slipping into her fully formed. She knew that, deep inside, his tip was prodding into the mare's womb, filling her with seed almost immediately; he didn't need to see the mare's subdued reaction of pleasure to know that.

Still, mere minutes after Ceylon had penetrated fully, knotting the mare, the evidence of the massive amount of seed being deposited started to show itself, spurting out between the knot lobes and the quivering walls of mare flesh to form puddles on the ground. Ceylon did let the mare go, releasing his beak's hold of her neck knowing that his knot would keep them together.

Under most circumstances, that would have been the case. This was not like most circumstances however, and the pressure from all his cum filling her was building up in pressure, sputtering out of the mare in glorious squelches and streams and bubbles, covering her lips and dribbling over her winking clit as her walls contracted and massaged the gryphon's length from tip to knot neck.

In an uncharacteristic move for Ceylon, he hopped off the mare mere minutes later after a protracted and elongated creampie session, turning rump to rump before having his cock burst out of her and spray mess all over the stall.

This seemed to spook Ceylon, because he immediately hopped out of the stall and back into the pathway between them. His cock was already shrinking as it swung heavily beneath him, folding up on itself like a horse's member.

“Wait, that's not right.” Ithilwen said to herself as she followed the gryphon, kneeling beside him to look up at his groin. To her shock, the sheath was completely gone, replaced with petite nipples and fine fur! “Are you transforming again?” She asked, then stepped up to behind Ceylon to check under his tail. Sure enough, the flesh was shifting, swelling, turning black, and forming plump vulva much like a mare. As Ithilwen got in close, Ceylon's clit winked, spewing a faint stream of arousal onto the ground, so Ithilwen licked her once and lowered her tail.

All the while, Lexi had remained bent over herself, tail up and legs parted to have the stallion steadily thrusting at her. More than half an hour straight of deep, rhythmic thrusts had left her tingling in delight, toes curled and eyelids fluttering. She barely even had time to react when the door to the stable swung open without the aid of anyone or anything.

Ceylon had used her magic to undo the latch and burst into the stallion's stall, chirping at him before turning and lifting her tail to expose herself, using that as a lure to draw the stallion out of his stable and into the pathway. Ithilwen knew this was not good, but was curious to see where it went, so she waited before making any move.

The black and white-tipped stallion gave Lexi one last, deep thrust before stepping away with his flared cock tip tugging out of her, yanking free with a pop and squelch as her arousal sputtered out of her. She flopped down onto her belly, having endured a protracted, sustained low-key orgasm for the entire duration of their time together. The stallion may not have filled her with his seed, but he had thoroughly pleased her by offering her the pleasure she craved, a perfect gentleman of a stallion thinking only of his female companion instead of purely his own orgasm.

Ithilwen watched as the stallion trotted out after Ceylon, rearing up with his flared cock covered in Lexi's juices and hard as can be as he tried to mount the gryphon. Ceylon paused in place and folded her wings up tight to her back, spreading her hind legs and squirting onto the floor; that was as clear an invitation to the stallion as she could have possibly offered.

He sniffed under her tail, peeling his lip back as stallions would do, then leapt forth with his front hooves cycling in the air before catching Ceylon's haunches. Once he had steadied himself, he practically leapt forward with the vigor of his buck, ramming his fully engorged flare up to the gryphon's rump and pussy, squirting his precum all over to help lubricate her folds before penetration.

Convinced of her need to get involved, Ithilwen dove forth next to them and slid in under the horse, giving herself the best view of the stallion and gryphon mare mating. She got an up close look with all the juicy details as the stallion's glistening shaft pumped in the air above her, trying and failing to find its mark. She knew she was in a dangerous spot if he lost interest or hopped off, so she reached up and wrapped both of her hands around his shaft and helped guide him, aiming the expanded tip to Ceylon's black-fleshed pussy lips, hoping to assist his entry.

As expected, he offered a full-power thrust the second he felt his cock tip pressing against Ceylon's equally engorged vulva, the flare squishing and plunging in deep while taking Ithilwen's hands in with him. The stallion's aggressive thrust combined with Ceylon's loose-lipped sex to practically open up and swallow Ithilwen right to the elbow. Inside, she felt Ceylon's walls contracting to massage the horse cock, squeezing her next to the thrusting stallion while her gryphon squirted at her, the ejaculate dribbling down the equine's shaft.

Ithilwen simply twisted her head and licked up every drop, relishing the sensations of horse cock pumping in and out of the same hole her fist was buried to the elbow within. She took her second hand out to rub and tickle at Ceylon's clit, coaxing more juices for her to lick up, eminently aware of the dangerous position she was in beneath the stallion's belly. Her own depths were throbbing in desire, wishing that it was her who was taking this stud, but she had only a few seconds to fantasize before she felt that familiar tension running along the stallion's length.

Despite having steadily been mating with Lexi this whole time and not cumming, he seemed to have been saving himself up for Ceylon, because after only few dozen thrusts, he was already slamming in as deep as he could go – pinning Ithilwen in the process – as his urethral ridge swelled and his flare grew firm deep within the gryphon's pussy, pumping his seed deep inside her.

The stallion cum burst out from between his shaft and her arm, shooting out like jets as his length quickly grew soft and tugged itself out. She kept her arm inside Ceylon, wincing and cringing as the stallion hopped back off, miraculously missing the wolf when he stepped down.

From the stall came Lexi, stumbling on her weakened knees as she got a look and smell of the mess that the stallion had left all over Ceylon, Ithilwen, and the floor between them. Though she had been thoroughly ruined by his cock's steady assault on her nether region, she was still hungry for his seed, so she stumbled her way over to him and got to her knees, cradling and suckling at his shrivelling cock tip to taste every drop before he had completely re-sheathed.

Meanwhile, Ithilwen's arm was still elbow deep, coated and soaked in stallion cum and gryphon lubricants all seeping out to spatter down her chest. She gave Ceylon a gentle lick on the clit, then realized that it was clearly time to be gone. “Lexi, get dressed. The gryphon has been satisfied – twice – so we are off the hook and can be on with our day.” She insisted, slowly pulling her hand out while tickling every wrinkle of flesh within her mount. Upon extracting her digits, she found a nearby trough and quickly rinsed off, preparing to be on her way.

Lexi whimpered in disappointment, but conceded that Ithilwen was right. She struggled to get back to her feet as the stallion walked by her, returning to his stall as the door closed on its own, locking itself. She hobbled over to where she had draped her clothes to grab them one by one, reluctantly putting them back on. The musk of stallion had soaked her from head to toes, so she remained tender and moist, but she was ready to be on her way.

Ithilwen quickly dressed as well, watching Ceylon out of the corner of her eye. “You had to transform today, didn't you?” She said with a sneer, narrowing her gaze towards her mount. In response, Ceylon flopped her rump down on the ground and gape grinned, seemingly content and happy with herself. “Yeah, you better smile, not happy with you one bit.”

The gryphon fluffed up and gave the most smug smile a gryphon could offer, chirping and trilling gently as her tail swished at the idle bits of straw and hay around her.

“Why aren't you happy? She got taken care of, your luck will maintain, won't it?” Lexi asked as she tugged at her belt. “I mean, isn't this what we wanted?”

“Sort of. Ceylon is taken care of, this is true, but now she's going to be in her female form for a month or so, the first days of which are always mired by her estrus period.” Ithilwen explained, grabbing the lead rope and tossing it over Ceylon's neck. “When she's in estrus, it's basically a game of how long you can keep her satisfied before she goes off and finds a stallion or drake. She'll be demanding toys, vegetables, cocks, arms, and – if she's feeling particularly randy and adventurous – your entire body inside her to keep her satisfied.”

Lexi winced at the thought of being used as a dildo. “That doesn't sound good at all. Does she really do that? How is that even possible?”

Ithilwen nodded, chuckling to herself. “Yeah, she has done it to me, made me eat her out and just sat. Fwump, half of me disappeared under that tail of her. I wiggled and I writhed and I kicked, but that just seemed to make her happier until she sat again, taking in the rest of me. Survived in her womb for a week before she rebirthed me, having completed her estrus.”

Upon raising a finger to ask further questions, Lexi stopped herself and took in a deep breath, not wanting to hear any more. “Well then, whatever I guess. It's time to go, right?” She just wanted to be out of Affity so she could officially embark on her new quest with Ithilwen, searching for the Staff of Taulix, as had been promised.

“Alright, hop onto Ceylon, we'll fly out of here.” Ithilwen commanded, grabbing the last of her effects and following suit.

Both Lexi and Ithilwen leapt up onto Ceylon, who spread her wings and headed towards the double doors that led to the open pasture. The latch undid itself as air currents pulled at the doors, revealing a massive open plain with hundreds of horses surrounded by crops on all sides. The gryphon started with a trot, wings out to catch a breeze before galloping and eventually hopping into the sky, flapping hard and banking in the air to fly northbound towards Uriel, the port city.

Ithilwen was finally beginning the next chapter in her story, while Lexi had just barely made it past her prologue. Both ladies had so many tales and adventures ahead of them, and they weren't going to let a little town of Affity hold them back.