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This is a tribute to my community. ✨ Ever since I opened up myself, I never felt so much joy talking to people. I'm so proud of the little space we created together on the internet. I wish I could have drawn everyone on that pic. Thank you everyone, you are the best. ❤️ And thank you Fenrir784 for the help on tags ! You are a legend~ -- Rozalid.
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Mud party YCH A nice day out with the friends! Would you wanna join them? A YCH I did for Moofox GriargBogDragon ZeSpaghettiStar LongBeaks Nalerenn Nidonocu PCFoxy ICanSee (The full mud kitty is Cherry and she belongs to me :3) Thank you everyone for participating! Ps. There is an identical YCH still going with few spots left! You can check availability here and HMU if you want to book a spot :3
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Xan and Bec in tar Little birdie got stuck in thick tar. That’s exactly what Xan was waiting for… Comm for LongBeaks and @ XaNtHuS
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CLAP CLAP you've been STORKIFIED tag your friends to totally STORKIFY them thank you @godbirdart for enabling me to unleash 2 % of my power
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Bind the bird, tickle the bird, love the bird, ride the bird <3 For @Longbeaks and @CynthiaMagpie! Image description: Two bird are breeding on a bed. Bec, a large male stork, is tied against the bed, his beak bound shut as he squirms and moans. Riding him is Cynthia, a pretty female magpie. She leans in close, tickling his beak and arm as she rides him, rocking back and forth as she enjoys his squirming until he can’t help but cum and empty himself into Cynthia. Oh also there’s a painting of a bird on the wall • Commissions • Twitter • BlueSky • FurAffinity • e621 • Discord Server • Telegram • Suggest something! •
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Pride Paws commission for Bec-de-Gaz. Might be the first time i draw this kind of bird talons. I think?
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These two ace birds do love their time with each other~ :3
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Story by Ahab “That’s right, all these sculptures are paw-crafted,” Andromeda smiled across the counter of her pop-up stall. “That means there’s nothing else like that in the world. I’m sure your partner will love it!” The customer, a dusty-brown gryphon with a small nip torn out of his left ear, grinned and dropped some coins in Andromeda’s velvet bag. “It’s perfect!” “I’m glad you like it — let me get that wrapped up for you.” The purple gryphoness set to work carefully packaging the handmade art. Her fur was covered in dazzling white patterns that made her the object of attraction for many gryphs the world over, and the sculptures she produced were almost as beautiful as she was. She’d been coming to this market to sell her wares for years now, and her gorgeous looks drew the eyes of many — and certainly didn’t hurt her business. But she always rebuffed any propositions from potential suitors. She was happily mated to a stork gryphon named Bec-de-Gaz, who she’d met several years ago while sending some of her sculptures through the mail. She’d become immediately infatuated with the handsome stork, and the two had now been in a loving relationship for years, with no sign of that flame dying down anytime soon. It was nearing the end of the day, and Andromeda was looking forward to going home to her mate. She estimated she’d give it a few more minutes after this sale, just to see if she could sell any more of her few remaining sculptures, then she’d pack up and fly home — about half an hour’s trip. “OK, here you go! It’s all set.” Andromeda turned back to hand the neatly-wrapped package to her customer. But the dusty gryphon wasn’t paying attention at all. His head was turned toward the north end of the market, beak agape. So, too, were all the heads of the people behind him. Andromeda couldn’t quite make out at first what he was looking at, but she could tell there was some sort of commotion in that direction. The usually-pushy market crowd seemed to spreading apart at that end of the street, opening a path in deference to someone or something. She strained her neck, catching a glimpse of something that appeared large and dark. But she had no idea what it was until the crowd spread apart enough for the interloper to come into full view. Andromeda’s jaw dropped. She’d never seen any creature like this. Slowly walking through the market was an enormous gryphon, much larger than any she’d seen before. While the road could typically accommodate two or maybe three gryphons walking side-by-side, this gryphon alone took up nearly the entire street, from shoulder-to-shoulder. He moved with a swagger that showed he expected people to get out of his way — and they did, without questioning or even really realizing it. He appeared to be mostly panther, with thick, lustrous black fur covering most of his massive body, from his enormous dark wings to the long, rope-like tail and the four panther paws he walked on. But his head was a brilliant blue, and shaped like that of an eagle. Separating the blue feathers and black fur was a huge, fluffy mane of gray feathers sprouting from his neck. The market was nearly silent as he prowled through it with an air of nonchalance. He path took him right by Andromeda’s stall, and as he passed she marveled at how the beast moved so smoothly. It was almost as if he was gliding along the ground, the illusion only broken by how his muscles rippled with each step. Andromeda caught a whiff of an intoxicating, masculine scent as he passed, and she couldn’t help but steal a peek between his legs. Even fully sheathed, she could tell he was packing equipment befitting his size. And then, moments later, he was gone, the crowd filling back in behind him and everything returning to normal. Her customer happily accepted his purchase and Andromeda set to work tearing her stand back down for the week, the dark gryph needling at the back of her mind the entire time. * * * Andromeda was home before she knew it, having spent the entirety of her half-hour flight home lost in her thoughts. She said a quick hello to her mate and silently started helping him prepare dinner. “Lost a few more vegetables from the garden last night, it seems,” Bec said. “Oh? Good for them,” Andromeda responded, clearly lost in thought. Sensing something was on her mind, the stork asked her what was going on. “You don’t know of any particularly large gryphs from around the market, do you?” Andromeda replied. “There was one that walked through today. He looked like an eagle, but with a blue head? And he had to be several feet bigger than you, if not more.” Bec was surprised. The stork was quite the large gryph himself, having built up plenty of muscle through his job running a postal service. The trademark slender, white neck of the stork gave way to the big, muscular frame of a black-furred lion, with massive black-and-white wings capable of weathering even the harshest of storms. Any larger gryphon would be quite the specimen indeed. And having flown to all corners of the region delivering parcels, Bec would certainly remember seeing a gryph like that. But he didn’t recall ever seeing such a creature. He shook his head. “Not that I’ve seen. Did he seem dangerous? Should I be worried?” He asked the last question teasingly. “No, he didn’t seem dangerous, it’s just—” Andromeda paused, searching for the right word, before finally giving up. “Never mind. Of course you shouldn’t be worried. You’re the perfect gryph for me.” She leaned in for a quick kiss from the handsome stork. He pulled her in closer for a hug, nuzzling at her cheek. * * * That was the last Bec thought of it, but every now and then the black gryphon would intrude on Andromeda’s thoughts over the course of the week, a mysterious itch she couldn’t quite scratch. She returned to the market the next week as usual, dutifully setting up her stand to sell her art once again. The merchants around her could notice a little extra spring in her step, as if she was almost eager to see if the enigmatic interloper would appear again. And she wasn’t alone — word had apparently spread and the market was much more crowded than usual, with similarly curious people deciding that the rumors were enough to convince them to spend a Saturday there. As a result, a flood of customers kept Andromeda very busy throughout the morning, making it one of her most lucrative days ever. She hardly had any time to glance up or think about the black gryphon for hours, as she had to keep her entire focus on a steady stream of customers. She completely sold out of her pieces a few hours before sunset, the first time that had ever happened for her. She was almost disappointed — it left her with no reason to stick around. She took her time disassembling her stand and chatting with some regular customers, given that she had nowhere to be. Just as she was about to finally finish packing and leave, an awed hush fell over the market, same as last week. Andromeda whipped her head around, and, there, coming from the same direction as last time, was the enormous blue-and-black gryphon. He held his head high with pride as he moved silently through the market, seemingly enjoying the extra eyes that were on him this week. Just as before, the crowd seems to move aside for him to walk through unimpeded. One ambitious merchant tried to stop him and sell him some goods, but the gryph coolly sidestepped him without a word and continued on. With no customers to worry about, Andromeda’s eyes were glued to the mysterious gryphon as he sauntered down the street in her direction. And it seemed the big gryphon had similar ideas himself — as soon as he spotted Andromeda, he locked eyes with her. A smirk curled across his beak and he slowed down as he passed Andromeda, shifting his gait to make sure she got an unimpeded view of his huge nuts — and the jet black tip poking out of his sheath, protruding further out with each step. His pleasing musk wafted into her nostrils, stronger than last time. Andromeda’s face flushed a deep red and she shuddered, simultaneously in awe of the gryphon’s package and stunned that he would be so brazen. Just like that, he had passed again, giving one last smug look back at Andromeda out of the corner of his eye. He unfurled his massive black wings, large enough to easily stretch from one stall across the street to another. With a few powerful flaps, he was gone, leaving a strong wind gust in his wake that kicked up dirt and dust that made some of the marketgoers cough and sputter. It seemed to snap them out of their trance, and the market mostly returned to normal, albeit with plenty of gossiping murmurs over who the huge gryph could be. Andromeda asked a nearby merchant she’d become friends with whether she had any more information. She just shrugged. “All I know is he’s good for business.” Andromeda lowered her voice. “But you were right here — did you see he… exposed himself to me?” The seller looked skeptical. “You think? I didn’t see anything. Maybe I was distracted by his… everything” “He looked right at me as he did it!” “Well, if you’re not interested, at least get his name for me,” the other merchant said dreamily. “Oh, you’re no help,” Andromeda said. “Guess I’ll head out. Nothing left for me to sell here. Good luck!” With that, she gathered her belongings, walked out of the market and took off, beginning the half-hour flight home with a bag that was considerably emptier than it was at the start of the day. …Almost too empty, it seemed. Andromeda quickly found that the straps she used to hold her bag in place as she flew were too loose, and decided halfway through her trip that it was best to readjust. She found a clearing and landed, setting to work fiddling with her strap. She had barely been on the ground for ten seconds when the ground was suddenly obscured by a massive shadow. She heard a rustling of wings, and then, behind her, a deep, smooth voice — “would you like some help with that?” Andromeda turned and saw the massive black gryphon from earlier. He wordlessly took the strap in his beak, nimbly made some adjustments, and within moments it fit perfectly. “Thanks…” Andromeda said, still somewhat surprised. “Not a problem” the black gryph responded. “The name’s Ahab, and after seeing you at the market the last few weeks, I must say, you are one of the most magnificent gryphons I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He reached down, lifted one of her paws in his, and gave it a kiss. Andromeda blushed. “I— thank you,” she said, feeling caught off-guard but flattered by the advance. She was nervous, but didn’t feel unsafe; her gut told her that Ahab wasn’t malicious. “And your name?” Ahab asked as he walked to the front of the purple gryphon. “It’s, uh, Andromeda,” she stuttered. “Andromeda. What a beautiful name for a beautiful gryphon,” Ahab said. “It’s good to meet you, Andromeda. And I would love it if we could get to know each other even more.” There were no doubts about what the mysterious gryphon meant by that. He shifted his position to sit on his hind legs and revealed a massive, jet-black erection, throbbing at full mast. It was huge even relative to his enormous body — well over a foot long, if not two. Andromeda could make out the trademark barbs of a feline penis around the panther gryphon’s shaft, but there was no missing the gigantic knot at its base. It was large enough to make Andromeda wince… though she imagined how pleasurable it might feel to take it, too. And the scent! Ahab’s musk was pleasantly strong, the same pheromones of which she’d caught a whiff at the market but even more powerful now that she was right next to him. Without thinking, she leaned in closer toward the black gryphon’s thighs, drawn in by his scent. He rubbed a paw along her cheek as she slowly extended her tongue, desiring nothing more than to get a taste of the meat in front of her. —but she suddenly stopped and pulled back. “I’m sorry, I— I shouldn’t. I really need to go. You seem nice, but… no, I can’t.” She extended her wings and leapt into the air. Ahab crossed his forelegs in disappointment and remained on the ground while Andromeda began to fly off. “Suit yourself. I won’t pressure you. There’s plenty of gryphs in the forest for me… perhaps some other time.” Andromeda heard this but didn’t respond, her mind racing as she quickly flew home. She’d never considered having sex with a gryph other than her mate, but there was something so alluring about the mysterious black gryphon that she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like. She completed the flight in record time, wings pumping furiously even though she didn’t give them a second thought. When she arrived home, she hardly let her bag hit the ground before telling Bec everything that had happened: The gryphon’s reappearance, his flirtation, how he propositioned her in the forest and how she’d almost found herself agreeing. But to her surprise, Bec wasn’t upset at all. He wrapped his wings around her in a hug and nuzzled his beak up against her cheek. “I’m not surprised other gryphons would find you attractive. You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen…” Andromeda blushed. “And from what you’ve told me,” Bec continued, “he’s a very handsome gryph, so who could blame you for feeling some attraction of your own? It’s only natural.” Bec released the embrace and thought for a moment. “If you run into him again… maybe you should invite him over.” “Wh— what?” Andromeda was startled that her mate would be so accepting of someone who had just tried to fuck her. Bec chuckled. “Just for dinner or something. From the sounds of it, no one really knows who he is. And as a mail carrier, it’s part of my job to get to know all the people who live in this region.” “Aren’t you worried he might try something again? He’s… a lot bigger than you.” “Sounds to me like once you said no, he accepted that respectfully enough. And if he does try anything, I could use the adrenaline. Hasn’t been much excitement around here lately, other than those missing veggies. And that’s not a very exciting mystery.” Andromeda rolled her eyes. “Next week, you’re coming with me to the market, if you want excitement so much.” “Deal.” Bec gave her a loving peck on the cheek, and the two went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. * * * “Come on, we’re going to be late,” Andromeda yelled. It was the next Saturday morning, and she was sitting in front of their den, waiting for Bec to finish getting ready to leave for the market. “I’ll be right there!” he yelled back. “You know I’m not a morning gryphon.” Andromeda hrmphed and curled up on the lawn, idly licking her paws. A sudden strong breeze caught her by surprise, and she looked up, realizing a massive shadow was passing over her. The scent that suddenly filled her nostrils made her realize exactly who it was even before he landed gracefully in front of her. Ahab carried an anthropomorphic rabbit in his beak by the scruff of its neck. The gryphon spat him onto the ground. “Morning. Didn’t realize this was your place. Just caught this fella in your garden, trying to steal some of your vegetables. Thought you might want to know.” The rabbit tried to make a break for it, but Ahab simply placed a huge paw on top of him and pinned the squirming thief to the ground as if it was nothing. “Oh my goodness, did you— is he— ?” Andromeda stammered. “Don’t worry, as tasty as he looks, I didn’t hurt him,” Ahab said. Then he leaned down and put his beak directly in the rabbit’s face. “—this time,” he snarled. Bec emerged from the den with an oblivious whistle. “I’m r— what’s going on here?” “Ah, hello there,” Ahab said with a curt nod. “I caught this rabbit raiding your garden. I don’t suspect you’ll have any problems with him again.” Ahab looked down at the frightened creature under his paw. “Will he?” The rabbit furiously shook his head. “Good,” Ahab said. He released his paw and let the rabbit scamper off. “Name’s Ahab,” the black gryph said, turning back to the stork. “I didn’t realize Andromeda had a mate. You’ve got a lovely partner there…” “Bec,” the white gryphon replied. “It’s good to meet you. I’ve heard much about you, including your… interest in Andromeda.” “Oh? You can hardly blame me, I didn’t realize she was taken. She is a beautiful creature.” Bec looked at Andromeda. She was blushing heavily, hiding her face in her wing. “Indeed she is,” Bec said. An idea sparked in his mind. “Perhaps you’d like to stick around for a bit and get to know her better. Join us for some… fun. As a reward for helping us out.” Andromeda looked up, startled. “Bec???” Her mate was giving her a mischievous grin, and between his legs she could see his cock starting to spill out of his sheath. “I wouldn’t mind that at all,” Ahab smirked. Andromeda whipped her head around to see the black gryph’s own dick starting to emerge as well. The two males began to circle her, both massive members quickly reaching full mast. Andromeda’s head was spinning, in both senses of the phrase. She never expected Bec to propose this, but she certainly wasn’t complaining. She was sure she was dreaming, and had to dig her talons into the opposite forelegs to convince herself otherwise. Bec made the first move, gently pushing Andromeda onto her back. “One rule,” he said. “I get this end.” The stork pressed his beak into the purple gryphon’s folds, producing an involuntary gasp. “Fine by me,” Ahab said. He crouched down, settling his massive balls on Andromeda’s face and letting his dick slap onto her, rubbing it along her beak. Andromeda’s tongue slipped out and curled around the huge cock, finally getting a musky taste. “That’s a good girl,” Ahab said, rubbing a forepaw against her cheek. Andromeda shuddered, though it was impossible to say whether it was from the huge gryphon’s attention or from the long beak buried between her legs. She was already becoming a squirming mess, slightly embarrassed at how quickly the two masculine birds had reduced her to such a needy gryphoness. But those feelings were far outweighed by her arousal. Bec could feel her growing more and more moist each time he extended his tongue, and her persistent nuzzling against Ahab’s cock made it clear she was desperate to have it in her beak. Bec finally withdrew, sitting back to lick his beak for a moment. Then he reached down and gripped her hindpaws, rubbing the pads on each with foreclaws and spreading her legs apart as he positioned his penis to enter his mate. He slowly pushed the large shaft into her, moaning slightly as he felt her tight vaginal walls clenching around him. Ahab felt Andromeda shudder with pleasure as Bec entered her, and as she did, he gently gripped her head and beak, tilting her back with one hand while prying it open with the other. Andromeda huffed as he pushed his throbbing cock into her beak. The way she was positioned allowed him to easily slide into her throat, and after a false start or two, she was soon deep-throating him, greedily wrapping her tongue around the base of his shaft as if begging for more as his knot brushed against her beak. Bec had a sizable knot of his own, and it inched closer to Andromeda’s pussy with each long, slow thrust. The two had mated countless times before, but Andromeda could tell he was giving a little extra this morning, driven either by competition or just the adrenaline of inviting a third. He was soon slamming his dick into her, probing as far as his length allowed. Andromeda gasped as the stork pounded her deeper… or would’ve, if her beak wasn’t crammed full of dark gryphon meat. The two gryphs worked in tandem, every hard thrust from Bec below forcing Andromeda to take more of Ahab above, the black gryph happy to thrust a bit himself to get as much of his massive shaft into her beak as possible. Ahab grabbed Andromeda’s forelegs for a better grip, his feline paws giving them a little extra stimulation as he slid his cock up and down her throat. All four of the purple gryphon’s limbs were gripped tightly by her huge partners, but she didn’t mind in the slightest, giving in entirely to the two gryphons ravaging her from both ends. And the males had given into instinct as well, going from gentle, affectionate coupling to rough, feral rutting. Ahab leaned in toward Bec, who relaxed his jaw without thinking and was surprised to find the eagle’s tongue suddenly inside his beak. The larger gryph persisted, rolling his tongue around the stork’s beak, and Bec quickly responded in kind, the two birds locked in a deep kiss as Andromeda watched as best she could from below. The action drove all three gryphons closer to climax. Andromeda could feel the two males begin to leak precum inside of her, but hardly had time to think about anything other than handling their frenzied thrusts, the two humping wildly into the needy gryphoness. Andromeda was the first to climax, her eyes rolling back as she shuddered at one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever experienced, the pleasure spreading through her entire body. A second later, perhaps driven over the edge by the gryphoness’s climax, Bec slammed his knot into Andromeda, eliciting further moans and squirms as the gryphon’s hot cum flooded his mate. At the same time, Ahab gripped her head and forced his own knot into her beak, unloading his own thick panther jizz down Andromeda’s throat as the purple gryphon greedily gulped down as much as she could. The two males stayed locked in their kiss even as they drained their heavy balls into the spent gryphoness below, both beasts seemingly egging each other on to launch more of their seed into her. Ahab released first, pulling his knot back out of Andromeda’s beak to shoot the last few ropes of his cum across her face. He sat back, panting, as Andromeda’s tongue lapped up what he left on her beak. The other two gryphs remained tied, and Bec had no intention of removing his knot even after his orgasm tapered off to just a few occasional spurts. He instead laid down on top of Andromeda, wrapping her in a loving embrace. Satisfied, Ahab chuckled and spread his wings. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds be,” he growled. In a few quick gusts, he was gone. “Something tells me you’re not getting to the market today,” Bec smirked, nuzzling his beak against hers. “That’s OK,” his mate panted. “This was a much more profitable morning.” The two lay in silence for a little longer, still processing the sudden and unexpected events of the past hour. “Do you think we’ll see him again?” Bec eventually asked. “Oh, I have a feeling we will,” Andromeda said. “You wouldn’t mind that, would you?” “Not at all,” Bec smiled. “I’d look forward to it.”
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