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 work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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"This is a strange place to lay eggs..."
The four-legged skunk-crow hybrid, a gryphon through and through with a thick, striped tail, waddled heavily, her wings drooping from the ache of carrying her heavily pregnant belly about. It was not so easy for her to walk in the final day of her pregnancy cycle, though her dark coat of fur gleamed lusciously with good health and feeling that came with being at such a point in her cycle.
The anthro beside her, of course, was her spitting image, the same but in anthro form, the gryphons having turned heads as they made their way to the laying chambers. Nalu's society, in the world of anthros and technology progressing into space flight and travel beyond even feral Nalu's wildest dreams, had a different way about laying than she was used to. With so many different species coming together in a world that brought so many together, she supposed that there had to be a better monitored environment for those giving birth or laying, considering that gryphons especially would not have the warmth and loving guidance of a flock around them.
Feral Nalu shivered, glancing at the cutie beside her, her sister gryphon in anthro form. She still remembered the first time that she had laid her eggs, the warmth of her mother pressed to her side, gently showing her the way, when she had to push. Already a mother, she'd cared for two clutches of young before but still wanted to see more and more clutches of her offspring come forth into the world, the very act of motherhood stirring up something warmer and more motherly still within her.
She wanted that feeling again.
Anthro Nalu, however, had never been bred to impregnation before, always using one method or another of contraception, though her wobbling belly seemed to lead the way forward in the end stages of her pregnancy. She smiled and beckoned her sister in, the laying chambers set up like a fancy spa, everything calm and serene where they could take their own nesting pods or go into shared facilities. Of course, they would share, standing shoulder to shoulder as their guts ached, the weight of the eggs within them begging for release.
Soft music played, the air warm around them without bringing a rise of sweat to the pads of their paws, where their sweat glands were located, panting softly, nature taking its course. The rooms were softly illuminated, the one that they had chosen spacious, but those in charge would be able to take care of their eggs far better than they could in a pod home, with the idea that feral Nalu would take the lead in raising them and bring all gryphons back to her world - when that could be done, of course. But it was as safe and as comforting an environment for her to lay her clutch as she could have liked and good for her to have the dear anthro Nalu with her. Perhaps, however, she would lay off teasing her about only having two legs rather than the far superior four.
They took their time, a little of their skunk musk releasing, soft and thick, in the air as the eggs eased their way from them. It was not a tumultuous affair but one where the quiet was broken with grunts and groans, waiting and leaning into one another for the support that was so very sorely needed in the best kind of moments. It was harder for the anthro to squat than the feral but they got through it together, a stray feather drifting off as the eggs nestled down into the shaped nests that had been provided for them. The birth of new life came in the laying, the little ones inside not yet ready to hatch, yet Nalu grunted and rolled her head back, her fierce protective instinct taking over even then.
"Unff..."
"Easy, dear, I'm here for you."
Feral Nalu nuzzled her cheek and she panted, slinging an arm around her neck to draw her in close with the last of her eggs plopping safely down.
Gryphons, fortunately, recovered quickly after laying, very often needing to be in flight again, out in feral Nalu's world, to ensure that no predator was coming for their eggs. The instinct remained, getting them up on their paws swiftly once more, claws clicking across the ground as they stalked back and forth, surveying the area, working out any stiffness and tension from their muscles the best they could in a comparatively small space. It was set up almost in a tiered system but only one raised level for the nests to sit, clean towels and a shower off from the room for them to freshen up.
The shower may have been small but they still came together in there, kissing tenderly, taking a moment in the heat and flow of the steam wrapping itself around them, sealing them away from prying eyes. The clear glass door steamed up quickly as their moans tangled along with their limbs, though they were more inclined to give their bodies a moment longer to recover, shafts rising. Besides holding obviously female parts, their bodies took on shafts too with thick knots - when they were inflated, of course - which both of them were quite familiar with by that point in their relationship. They were due attention too, anthro Nalu dropping to her knees as she moaned and took her sister's cock into her mouth, opening her beak and taking her friend deep.
It was the best place for such a cock as feral Nalu rocked and ground into her sister's beak and the back of her throat, forcing the thick bulge of her cock down there, aching for more. Their musk dissipated through the shower more aptly with the steam encasing them, flooding and flowing around, panting and heaving while the warmth eased into their lungs too. Her tail flicked up, expelling and swirling around even more of her musk, the thick scent of her hanging in the air almost as if it could become a taste in a heartbeat of a moment. It was intoxicating and the gryphon on her knees, gulping down that cock, was not about to deny it even then, letting it affect her whole-heartedly as she took a load of seed straight down her throat.
Of course, feral Nalu was not going to let her sister go without her own pleasure too as Nalu slumped against the wall, her legs tucked up and spread to allow the larger gryphoness to get in between them. That long tongue tenderly swirled around her cock, drawing it up into the feral's mouth as she enjoyed it, tasting it, though her tongue and the water streaming down hotly washed away any pre-cum as soon as it appeared. She moaned, her head rolling back against the comparatively cool tile of the shower, an arm flung up against the wall over her had, relishing in rolling pleasure, swamping her and teasing through. Soon enough, she'd shared her own load with her sister, relieving just a little more tension from her body, though there was something in her tingling sack, her nuts aching for more, that did not yet feel satisfied, desperate for something...more.
But what more? Ah, that would come in time.
Cleaning up had to be done at some point and they emerged fresh and clean to dry off, chuckling softly to themselves, their closeness bringing them even nearer to one another in that moment. What they had shared was in the sisterhood of gryphons from age upon age ago and an experience that could never be forgotten, shivering in anticipation of motherhood to come, the bond that would render them sister mothers, though not wives to one another. Their bond, after all, was far closer than that.
Yet neither of them expected the door to swing open, admitting two dragons - one longer with an noodle-like body and the other more traditionally shaped as a quadruped - that appeared to be pure silver on first glance. As their eyes adjusted, however, it became clear that there were subtle differences in their scales that further set them apart, the set and sway of their bodies coming with different muscles too, holding themselves in a way that best suited the individual.
"They said we'd find you here - did you have a good laying session?"
The anthro squinted, tipping forward onto her toes, not seeming bothering at all that she only had a towel wrapped around in the presence of others. It was not as if, after all, the ferals wore any clothes to speak of: they simply weren't required.
Ah!
