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First Barbecue of the Season

Storm the gryphon stood tall on his back porch with his hands on his hips and his chest puffed out, overlooking his yard with a broad grin on his beak. Nude, of course. There was no way anyone was going to tell him to wear clothes on his own property. He always wore a uniform to work because that was the mature thing to do, but he wasn't going to constrain himself at home if he wasn't obligated to do so. He wanted to show off. He wanted the world to know this was his territory, even if he was living just outside of town and there were a few kilometres between his house and his neighbours.

His time at the Klyneth Academy had come to a close. He graduated, top of his class, and would be starting a new job as an enforcer on the Klyneth Police Force. A keeper of the peace. It was only an entry level position, above that of a security guard but below detective, a position that he would use to eventually get promoted to chief. That was his goal and he knew he would get there. He had the drive, the dedication, and the skill to do it. He also had the confidence to know that nothing could stand in his way. That's why he was celebrating by inviting a bunch of his buddies to a barbecue.

Now a graduate and new rookie hire, Storm had expanded his nesting grounds. Once living in an apartment condo, he chose instead to get a new place that he could call his own. Expanding his territory. Giving him the space to host guests or the privacy to be left alone should he desire. Things were looking up, and he was going to mark the beginning of the season by having a huge barbecue for all his beaky and scaly and furry friends.

His yard was pretty large, and his house was perfectly built just for him with a few avian modifications. It was a log-cabin styled house, with a wide base, a tall second story for spreading his wings, and a tower in the middle that made for a wonderful launch pad for flight as well as a perfectly high locale for sleeping. There were also two layers underground for the dragons in his life. It was everything he dreamed of, and now it was all his. Well, his and a few others. Mostly his, though. He was the boss, the alpha cock of the flock.

Living with him on and off were a few of his buddies, including one of his mates, Dresil the dragon. He wasn't around this weekend, unfortunately, but that was fine. The pair of them had plenty of time to enjoy the solitude of their personal territory. It was a peculiar living arrangement, one that had guests and partners coming and going at will. The property functioned more as a home base for travelling nomads than a traditional house. Storm was the only one who remained in Klyneth most of the time, due to his schooling and now his job.

His barbecue was on the back porch, and it wasn't just a basic, every-day barbecue, either. It was big enough to roast a whole carcass at once with room to spare. One of those double-wide barrel-style barbecues. Perfect for hosting a party. Adjacent to the porch there was a nice pool with stone letters at the bottom labelling it 'The Bird Bath', something Storm thought was cheeky and funny. The pool was nestled right up against the edge of the yard, which was lined by thick trees and went all the way back to the river and lake that marked the far end of the property. Storm had many gardens and a massive bonfire pit for when the sun set and the party really got started. It was going to be a good day.

All he had to do was finish prepping the food. He had a bit of everything, since he'd invited many folks from many walks of life. Most of his friends were carnivorous or omnivorous, so a blend of meat and veggies and bread was going to be the most popular. He did have many herbivore friends, though. Mostly equines and bovines. The academy was filled with stallions and mares that wanted to keep order in the city. Still, most of his friends ate meat. There were steaks, burgers, sausages, fish flanks, veggie patties, corn on the cob, and a bunch of salads and desserts would be coming with the guests. As the host, it was Storm's job to take care of the meat. He would be cooking and providing it all, while his guests would be bringing the salads and veggie patties.

His deck was set up almost like a bar, with a tabletop wrapped around the edge overlooking the pool next to the barbecue. The other side of the barbecue had stairs that led down to the pool's deck, which was an ornate white marble slab design. The opposite side of the stairs was more bar-style table tops with stools underneath. Could host a dozen people or more just on the deck, not even including the pool and the rest of his yard. It was going to be a very fun evening.

The tables were set up and anchored down just in case the wind picked up, the bonfire pit was covered so that it didn't make a mess or get any trash in it - melting plastic was not fun - and the pool was being lightly heated. Storm took a moment to lay out all the meats on the bar-style tables, each on their own platter. Two dozen steaks, three dozen burgers, and three dozen sausages, each with the appropriate number of buns. He'd be cooking it all, and it would all be perfect. The drake knew how to handle his meat. The steak would be medium rare. Anything more than that was an insult to the cow that died to make it. If anyone wanted it cooked more than that, well, he'd oblige but he wouldn't be happy about it. Okay, he wouldn't be that offended, but further cooking would be done begrudgingly.

He seasoned each steak with a simple blend of salt and pepper, flipping them over to keep the purity of the meat flavour. The burgers got drizzled in barbecue sauce, while the sausages were simply left on their platters to get to natural room temperature. The buns were in a pile off to the side, in packages of twelve buns per bag. All the meat was covered with clear-plastic cloches, ensuring he could keep an eye on it but the flies couldn't get to it. Sure, bugs were extra protein, but that didn't mean they tasted great or had a good texture.

As he lit the barbecue and kept it at a low temperature to prepare for his guest's arrival, he couldn't help but reflect on the last semester of his time in the academy.

Schooling was a decidedly stressful time of life. Even as a student, Storm tended to be strict about order and control. That's why he got the position as the on-campus enforcer as his final semester's internship. The other year and a half leading up to this he had been mildly aware of the rambunctious nature of the younger guys and gals taking classes, but the final year was especially taxing for him and for the administrators of the department.

Just as he was on his way out, nearing graduation in his final year, this one younger gryphon named Elie showed up. Fresh out of adolescent education and still immature in many ways. Sure, the kid - actually a young adult - was pursuing higher education alongside many others, but he was particularly fascinated by the 'college life' as taught to him by movies and TV. He sought such a fun, partygoing time that he actually came a bit too close to flunking out. All through high school, he was the sheltered nerd, the one with perfect grades that had few friends. College was his opportunity to rebrand himself, to show he had it in him to be fun, too. That's why he spent way too much time partying, which he suffered for. At least that's what Storm would later be told.

So naturally, his first year lined up with Storm's last year, and the attitudes couldn't be more different. Storm was constantly having to grab Elie and keep him from doing silly things or making a ruckus in the common areas; his buffoonery was not to be tolerated. At first this was little more than an annoyance, but every time Storm interacted with him, he got the impression there was something more. Elie wasn't a fool, he wasn't immature or anything, he was just having fun. It just so happened to be that his idea of college fun involved makin' jokes, being a fool, and going to parties.

Most of the parties Storm had to shut down or warn in that last semester were in some way graced by Elie; many were in fact hosted by the rambunctious bird. The little blue, white, and black-striped gryphon was always partying the hardest, squawking the loudest, and doing the most damage.

One time, Storm arrived at one of these parties where Elie was having a blast. The music was loud, and there were drinks everywhere. It was so loud the neighbours had complained, which was really the only circumstance in which a party could get shut down. Everyone liked to party, Elie just liked to party a little harder in his first year.

When Storm showed up in his dapper campus security uniform, Elie was the one to answer the door. The difference in their size was immense, with Storm being easily twice Elie's height.

There was a moment of hesitation before Elie called back to nobody in particular. "Hey, who ordered the stripper?" He joked, then reached out to pat Storm on the hip.

Storm wanted to play along but had to be a bit more professional than that. "Come on, Elie. You know I'm not here for your entertainment. The music's a bit too loud, and is someone playing that drum game again? Lots of report of repetitive banging and loud singing."

"Oh, don't be so uptight." Elie Joked. He was clearly not drunk, he was just being silly.

"I'm not being uptight; you can have your parties and you can play your games and squawk as loud as you want, just do it a bit earlier before people are sleeping. And maybe play a different fake plastic instrument. The banging was what got me here. Are there pad silencers or something?"

Elie leaned in close so that his chest was nearly touching Storm's midsection. More specifically, the bulge in his pants that marked his barely-contained sheath and balls. "Alright, alright. Anything I can do to get you to turn the other way tonight? We're playing a tournament and-"

"Sorry, kiddo." Storm cut him off. He was trying to maintain his authority but was wavering a bit seeing such a small, sexy gryphon flirting with him. This was shockingly not something he encountered all too often. It was sort of dangerous, too, since his dominant side that was so instrumental in getting him the job in the first place was bound to come out under the right circumstances. "But I'm going to need you to put an end to this for tonight, you're cut o-"

This time Elie cut him off by stepping out onto the front porch and closing the door behind him, dulling the sound of the music and putting him nearly chest to groin against Storm. "Come on, everyone's having a good time. Nobody's getting hurt, there's no reason to shut it down entirely. There's gotta be somewhere between on and off. You know, shades of grey and all that." As he spoke, he peeled out of his button-up shirt, tossing it over a bush next to the porch. He still wore khaki shorts but didn't take them off.

Storm narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. "Persuade me." He left it open to interpretation just to see what Elie had in mind.

Without skipping a beat, Elie leaned in close and pressed his palms to Storm's upper thighs, rubbing them and bringing his hands in to caress the bulge of balls and sheath from within. "I can be very persuasive." He said while looking up at the larger gryphon. Without looking at what he was doing, he was able to undo Storm's belt, unzip his pants, and expose the larger drake's musky groin in its entirety. He paused to make sure Storm wasn't stopping him. "Yeah, I thought so."

The entire time, Storm kept his arms crossed over his chest, looking down over the barrel-chest plumage pressing out against his uniform. He couldn't help but clench his loins, tugging up his balls and peeling back his sheath to expose just the tip of his cock. This was not something he expected, but something he'd fantasized about all through his schooling. He wasn't going to put a stop to it. In fact, he was eager to see just how far Elie would go.

Fortunately for him, the younger gryphon was not shy at all about what he was willing to do to get a bit of lenience on his party. He started kneading either side of Storm's sheath to expose more and more of the drake's length. He even went so far as to lick the underside of it to clean up as much of the emerging mess as he could. Some of it got on his beak; rather than lick or clean it, he just smeared it all over himself to inundate himself with storm's scent.

Storm wanted to say something lewd or funny, but he was mostly just impressed that Elie was not hesitating one bit. He simply leaned back and clenched his loins to expose more of himself. He didn't think twice about the torrent of precum that was leaking out the tip and onto his beak.

Elie wanted it all. He nuzzled Storm's cock, licked it, tried to suck out what he could, and maintained his enthusiasm all while stroking the larger drake's length, going so far as to slip both hands into the sheath and pull out the knot with an audible pop. This was all while the throbbing of the music and the banging of the fake plastic drums continued to dully echo from inside the house. As soon as Elie saw that knot, he knew he may very well have gotten in a bit deeper than he could handle. His eyes went wide and he gulped a bit.

"Bit off more than you can swallow?" Storm asked, finally breaking his stance to grab his own cock by the base of the knot with one hand and Elie's neck fluff with the other. This was to hold him in place as he aimed his cock right in Elie's beak, getting only the tip in as the smaller gryph gagged a bit.

"Hey, come on!" Elie protested, twisting his head so that he didn't get that leg-sized cock rammed down his throat. He was clearly eager but knew his limits. At least the limits of his beak. He pushed Storm's cock away from his face, his mistake was to use the other hand to fumble around and undo the button and zipper on his own khaki shorts.

This was enough to get Storm to grab him and turn him around, pressing Elie's chest against the front door of the house, pinning him there while grinding his cock up between his one rump cheek and the base of this tail. This absolutely covered Elie's pants in his precum, marking him.

A second later, and before Elie could take his pants off, the door swung open to reveal a cute, clearly high raccoon. Storm's grip on Elie kept the smaller gryph from falling while the pair of them stood there. There were plenty of people inside staring, looking to see what was going on at the front door. The raccoon stopped, stared for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, then closed the door.

Elie glanced back with a grin and Storm growled a bit, knowing that if that wasn't the end of the session, nothing would stop him.

As an added bit of dominance, Storm then grabbed Elie, dragged him off the front porch, and pushed him face-first into the front window, talons up on a rock in the front garden to make up the difference in size between them. This resulted in Elie being pinned there, tail up and chest pressed to the window as he got a good look at all the folks partying inside without him and they got to cheer him on. He used his one free hand to undo the rest of his pants and kick them to the side, exposing his pink tail hole to the larger drake.

Folks inside actually started fist pumping and shouting in time with the music, a beat that Elie matched by slamming his fist on the window sill, his beak clattering against the glass.

Storm was pretty quickly losing himself in the moment, so he wasted no time using his free hand, the one not keeping Elie pinned to the window, to aim his cock and paint the smaller gryphon's rump cheeks with precum and natural lubricant. Without much warning, he leaned in and immediately buried himself to the knot in Elie's rump, his many spines splaying out and tickling the younger gryph's booty from within.

As the party inside watched, rhythmically fist pumping to the music, Storm matched the beat with each one of his thrusts. It was a bit faster than most could handle, but Elie took it like a champ, pushing back and whimpering a bit as his tail hole was obliterated by the far larger gryphon drake's equipment. He loved it. The crowd loved seeing it. Elie was handling it well.

So Storm kept with the beat, slamming harder and harder until Elie was a blubbering mess on the front windowsill, the pressure of each bucking motion hoisting him off his feet every time and the space between his rump cheeks soaked with Storm's voluminous offerings.

He kept going, relentless without stopping, impressed at Elie's ability to handle him given their difference in size. But he never forced his knot in. He couldn't have! He didn't have the time for that, even if having a tag-along would have been fun. Still, he was able to finish. By wrapping one hand around Elie's neck from behind and the other around his hip, Storm finished with a deep hissing snarl into the smaller gryph's ear, pumping him full of drake seed without giving it a second thought. His final few bucks were firmer and more aggressive, his knot slamming against rump cheeks with an aggression that made it clear Storm needed to relieve some tension.

Again and again he slammed so hard he was shocked the front window didn't break, his balls tugging upwards and squeezing to pump load after load of cum into the younger guy. Once he was done, he gradually let go of Elie's neck and kept both hands on either of his hips, holding him in place as his loins twitched and continued depositing shot after shot. He kept eye contact with the crowd inside while addressing Elie.

"You will turn the volume down. And I fully expect you to have this house cleaned by morning." He leaned in close, once again wrapping a hand around Elie's throat while pressing cheek to cheek. "Understand me?"

The warmth of his breath tickled the younger gryphon's neck plumage, making him shudder in delight. He couldn't help but whimper and nod. "Yes sir." He agreed.

And with that, Storm gave his rump a bit of a pat as he pulled out and casually zipped back up, leaving a moist patch on the front of his uniform and a soaked booty from tail to knees on Elie. "Good. Glad to hear it. I sincerely hope I don't need to be called out here again or we'll have trouble."

And with that, Storm turned and left the party, chest out and head held high. He didn't even bother looking back to see any of the mess sputtering and cascading out of Elie's backside to splash over the rock and soak into the dirt of the garden.

This left Elie to stumble back into the party, shout a celebratory 'Woo' with his fellow partygoers, and then get right back to squawking at the music.

Storm's imposed authority lasted all of a week. Again, the following weekend, he was greeted by a somewhat tipsy Elie who answered the door, promising the same things as before. Again, they rutted on the front porch, this time for a bit longer. Then the following week it was a different house, and Elie got bent over a fence and left there with drake seed seeping out of him. Another time Storm had to come right into the party and take Elie to a back room to administer discipline.

This pattern continued all the way until the end of the semester. Every party Storm got called to, Elie was there, partying a bit harder and being disciplined appropriately. Despite the time they spent together, they rarely ever saw each other outside of these encounters. They didn't become friends, at least not officially. Their paths crossed regularly and it was clear Elie was doing this on purpose, but that was the extent of their encounters.

And in all this time, Storm never forced his knot into Elie. Sure, he could have since it was clear the little cock slut wanted it and could take it, but that would keep them together for hours at least. He couldn't be doing his rounds with a gryphon hanging off his groin, as hot as that was. Instead, they almost ritually met up every weekend for some intense, brisk fun.

And this was the semester-long build up to Storm's barbecue.

He hadn't seen or heard from Elie for a few weeks, since finishing his internship. Somehow their paths on campus never crossed the moment Storm went on to graduate. A shame because he sort of hoped that Elie's rambunctious nature would give them reasons to interact, but that just never happened. Not any time between graduation and Storm's house-warming barbecue. Of course, given their history it was pretty obvious the two would meet again. It was only a matter of time before one of them contrived a reason to see the other. They had way too much fun to just drop it all at graduation.

Storm had invited most of his graduating class and said each person could bring a friend or two. There was no way Elie wasn't going to show up with someone else. It was a party, of sorts. Of course he had to show up. Even if he didn't, Storm had plenty of buddies to hang out with. It was going to be a good time. At least that was the way he thought about it.

The sun was high in the sky, there were no clouds to be seen, and the temperature was expected to be hot but not scalding. Just his luck that he picked the perfect weekend to host a celebratory barbecue. Then again, during the first grill of the season it was to be expected that the weather would be ideal or near to it. Hot enough to use the pool, but not so hot it was needed. Sunny enough that his reptilian friends could happily bask, but still not so scorching that anyone would get burned.

He had a knack for good luck. That was at least part of why and how his time with the Academy led to him being a shoe-in for chief. While such a promotion was years away at best, he had all the right tools. He was tall and intimidating enough that few would even consider challenging him, but he was quick-witted enough that even those bigger and stronger than him had no desire to disobey. He knew how to use his weapons, and he knew what he had to do in order to get the job done. He also wasn't afraid to act outside the reach of the law for the greater good. Something he knew could get him in trouble but only if he didn't achieve his goals.

One thing that he knew and understood from years of teachings was that breaking the rules was only against the law if the ends didn't justify the means. There was a reason he got away with his 'alternative punishments' for Elie for the entire duration of their overlap. The smaller gryph always behaved after their encounters, so the bending of the rules was worth it.

Storm's guests would be arriving soon enough. He checked the clock to see that they were on the cusp of the hour. This was perfect. All the meat was laid out on the bench next to the barbecue and the tables down on the deck were prepared and ready to house any and all dishes anyone else brought.

The doorbell rang, so Storm called out from the back porch. "Come around! The gate's unlocked!" He said. And with the first guests here he went ahead and grabbed a handful of steaks and tossed them all on the grill, relishing the sound of meat sizzling and spattering as the fat quickly rendered. A moment later, he heard the gate open, so he raised a hand to wave.

It was a group of five. The first was Chocomage, a red-feathered gryphon. An average size drake with wrist fluff and a yellow beak. He wasn't a part of the academy with Storm, must have been one of the friends that was brought. The second was Devin, a rather thickly-built moose with blue antlers. He was actually the same height as Storm, and the pair of them were buddies in the same graduating class. Next was Kyle, a petite barn owl. Another friend of Devin and not a graduate. Fourth was Crimson, a cardinal dragon that was one of the few blokes who could swap between biped and quadruped, which made him an ideal candidate to patrol the streets.

Finally came Elie. The blue and white gryphon. He wore shades and had a satchel over his shoulder, clearly avoiding eye contact with Storm.

Storm narrowed his gaze as he stared. "Well look what the rabble carried with them." He joked.

Elie lowered his gaze. "Yeah, Devin said I could come. I hope that's okay."

"Just don't cause a mess, or I will take it outta your tailfeathers. Got it?" Storm pointed at Elie with his barbecue tongs.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Elie retorted, then stood around awkwardly as Devin, Kyle, Choco, and Crimson all milled about Storm, exchanging pleasantries. He knew he may have put himself in an unfortunate situation but was doing his best to keep positive so he headed back to the car to bring back the dish he'd brought. A trail mix salad. Nothing special, but something he knew many of the avian guests would enjoy.

When Elie got back with the tray, he saw that everyone had dispersed and were doing their own things. Devin and Choco and Kyle had all found various spots next to the pool while Crimson was up by the barbecue with Storm, who in turn was still working out the grilling of the meats.

"What did you bring?" Storm asked, pointing to the tray.

"A trail mix casserole! Berries and bacon bits and tonnes of different grains baked into a loaf. Never met a bird that didn't like it!" Elie said as he put the tray down on the table beneath the deck with the barbecue. "Ask Kyle!"

Kyle waved a wing. "Can confirm! Is delicious! Could use more bacon, though!"

"Oh shush you. Storm's barbecuing plenty of meat, you'll be fine!"

"Sounds good to me!" Devin huffed before sipping an amber drink. "Could use less bacon if you ask me!" As a moose, he was pretty strictly herbivorous, though he was capable of eating meat.

Just then, Crimson slipped inside to get a drink of his own, leaving Storm alone on the deck, flipping the steaks and messing around with the sausages and patties to get them ready. This was the opportunity Elie chose to take advantage of. He hopped up onto the deck and sidled up close to Storm, grabbing a drink of his own out of a nearby cooler that was filled with ice water. He cracked the top, and clicked his beak to get the host's attention.

Storm sidelong glanced down at him. "I see you found a way to worm your way into my barbecue. Didn't know you were buddies with Devin. Never seen him at any of your parties."

"Well, he was in the same school as you; of course he couldn't be a part of the problem and be the arbiter of order at the same time." Elie took another sip as Crimson came out of the house and walked past them to join the others by the pool.

Before Storm could respond to that, the doorbell rang and another group arrived. Like the first, he told them to walk around and put the food on the table. This group was a bunch of buddies he knew from school that weren't in his classes including two snake alchemists named Cero and Anax, and an archaeologist pegasus mare named Palusa. They merged with the others quickly, dropping off some salads and corn cobs on the table.

Storm turned back to Elie. "You're not your usual self. And I see you're drinking soda, no beer? No spirits?" He flipped the steaks and started tossing the many burgers and sausages on the grill.

Elie couldn't help but sniff the air and lick his beak. "No, of course not! This is a different kind of party. I don't usually drink during the day. To be honest, I barely drink at all." He sloshed his drink a bit, then took another sip while cautiously avoiding eye contact.

This seemed suspicious to Storm. "You sure about that? I don't think I've seen you once in the last year where you weren't sloshed. I'm watching you. If you make a mess of my nest I'll be sure to punish you appropriately." It was less a threat and more a promise.

"Yeah, I know. Look, I think you and I may have gotten off to the wrong start." He extended a talon to shake the larger drake's, but was interrupted once more by another doorbell and another group.

This set of guests had Vinn, a petite Lizard, and a group of other intelligent looking gryphons, most of which were writers. None of them were familiar to Elie, but Storm knew them well. Like everyone else, they said their hellos, dropped their food off on the table, and mingled around the pool.

Storm kept working that grill. "As you were saying?" He didn't take Elie's talon.

Elie saw this and retracted. "Just that there's a lot going on and I feel like I need to apologize for being such a pain in your tail feathers."

"And why's that?" Storm's retort was gruff and a little frustrated.

With an exasperated sigh, Elie hung his shoulders and wings. "That's not me. I was acting out in an attempt to overcompensate for a lifetime of being boring. Well, not boring, but I focused way too much on my studies and not enough on my social life. I figured college was a good place to rebrand myself. To give myself an image that wasn't so antisocial." He took in a deep breath. "But I think it's out of my system now. I lived pretty wildly, but as time went on I didn't feel right. I was masquerading as a party animal and I went a little too far. Much too far. I hated it, but-"

"Are you sure about that?" Storm countered. He was suddenly a bit more concerned, a bit less gruff. "You definitely seemed to be having fun. Especially once I got there. Every time."

"Heh, yeah." Elie laughed and took another sip. "Yeah that part was fun, but the part about me being rambunctious wasn't really the real me. But, uh, I'm sure if you felt so inclined we could still find ways to have you keep me in check?" He clicked his beak and raised his eyebrows.

Before Storm could respond to that clear invitation, another doorbell interrupted them. This group included Lethias the big red dragon and his bear partner, Rex the tiger, and Spike the orange and black dragon. They didn't actually arrive together, but simply at the same time. Lethias and his partner in one car, Rex on his own, and Spike on his own. Each brought their own salads and desserts. Lethias made an absolutely delectable eastern cheesecake, enough for twenty people.

Lethias was actually Storm's greatest competition. Another big, burly brawn of a dragon who was competing for top of the class. And Storm's polar opposite. While Storm liked to show his dominance and break a few rules to get what he needed and to do the right thing, Lethias was more rigid in his methods. Very 'by-the-book', as it were. If they worked together, Lethias was good cop while Storm was bad cop. While they were friendly rivals, they also ended up together since they complimented one another better than one might expect.

The pair of them shared a hug, when Lethias noticed that everyone else was nude or near to it. He was wearing a shirt and pants, not realizing that this was that sort of party. He opted to keep his clothes on, as he wasn't as comfortable being nude in public. That was, unless something went wrong beyond his control. As long as he remained in command of his garments, he preferred to keep them on.

Storm was completely okay with this, so just like the others, the new arrivals all started milling around the pool, intermingling with the others. This made for a party of thirteen, with another five expected. This was good enough to start offering food and dividing the portions.

Storm took a moment to call everyone up to come get their respective noms. Some got steak, some got sausages, some got burgers, all got buns, and everyone mixed and matched the various casseroles, salads, and so on, leaving desserts for last. Elie had one of each, but chose to stay up on the deck with Storm. At least until the last group showed up mid-serving.

This group had met up together down the road and were late, since they were hanging around and getting to know one another. All five of them arrived at the same time, starting with an alchemist donkey jack named Nib. With him was Eve, a cute little bird with insatiable appetites. She had a perpetually chipper attitude and insatiable loins. She was looking to get out more now that she was more confident. They also brought Ezra, a rather tall but skinny canine who worked closely with the police in the city doing journalism and helping the detective division. In amongst that group was Lexi, a rather fit and athletic otter gal. Finally came two tiny little pygmy hippogryphs, Kentanni and Wrasir. They barely came up to the knees of the other guests, but they still were a lot of fun to have around.

In total, nineteen people were at the barbecue, ranging from less than a meter tall to the massive girth of Storm, Devin, and Lethias. Many of the guests were birds of some sort, and almost everyone wanted meat. Lexi was the first one to ask for any of the fish, of course. In fact, only a few were mammals, while the rest were either avian or reptilian or somewhere in between.

It didn't take long from that point to have them all sort of splinter off into groups around the pool, chatting about their respective jobs, positions in the Klyneth law enforcement, and their majors. Naturally, the folks that were working in and around the police quadrant tended to stick together. Lethias and Devin spent a lot of time together, while Cero and Anax joined them alongside Palusa. The naga pair had done work in forensics and Palusa, though primarily an archaeologist, had also done a semester in crime scene investigating. They bonded together, with Kentanni and Wrasir hovering.

Eve was loving the fact that almost everyone was nude or near to it. She liked hanging around the bigger lads, not shy at all about wanting to get some meat beyond just the sausage on the grill. She was not shy one bit about hoping that the party turned into an orgy of some sort. She knew Storm well enough to know it was just a matter of time. Choco formed another group with Kyle, Rex, and Spike on the other side, talking about different kinks and a place north of town that they might like.

But little of that actually mattered to Storm and Elie, who were finally able to chat without worrying about more people coming. Neither were expecting any more guests, and it was clear they both had a lot to discuss. Storm was expecting a rambunctious, rowdy gryphon while Elie clearly had some baggage to get off his chestfeathers.

So, with the nearly two dozen guests all milling about the pool, talking work and pleasure, and enjoying their food, Elie finally got the courage to say what he wanted to say.

"You know, just because I'm not a problem doesn't mean I don't want you to punish me." He could barely look up at Storm, he was too busy focusing on his paper plate. "I mean, I know we sort of got a bit of a fun rapport between us over the last year or so, but that doesn't need to be the end."

Storm flipped some steaks and clicked his beak. He didn't say anything. But his sheath did pulsate as a single trail of his precum dribbled out the tip to soak into the fur of his balls. He was trying his best to remain stoic and mysterious but it wasn't easy for him. His instincts told him to simply take what he wanted, yet he was doing his best to keep a modicum of self-control.

Elie took another sip of his drink and leaned in close, shoulder to Storm's hip. "I mean, if it helps, I think it's pretty hot when you show me who's boss. Just, you really don't need to be dishing out discipline to do it. Anyway, thanks for the meat; I'm gonna go mingle, eh?" He gave Storm a pat on the rump and hopped down off the porch to go say hi to Lethias and Devin, sharing a drink with them.

With a huff and a tightened gaze, Storm kept his eyes on Elie, watching the cute little gryphon as he went about the rest of the meetup seeing other people. Storm had to finish cooking his meat, so he couldn't follow without risking ruining the food. That was really the only reason he didn't go after Elie to teach him a lesson.

That said, he also knew that the meat would be fine if he let it roast over the embers. He closed the lid and was about to turn the gas down when Eve came up the deck next to him. Without warning, she hopped up onto the bar-style tabletop next to the grill, legs swinging out and wing-arms leaning back against the bannister. She was completely nude and exposed. "So, havin' fun?" She chirped.

"Lovely time, yeah!" Storm said with a huff, his neck plumage standing on end and the moisture around the opening of his sheath steaming due to how close it was to the barbecue. His heart was throbbing and his loins were pulsating as the desires built within him. Part of him was frustrated that Elie was here, another part was even more frustrated that he was behaving, and the rest of him was just waiting for the little gryphon to say or do something out of line so he could do something about it. And all of him, every fibre of his being, was ready to pounce as soon as he no longer had the responsibility to cook the meat for the get-together.

Of course, Eve wasn't helping. The petite bird was rolling her shoulders back to press her breasts forward while crossing her legs one way and the other, occasionally revealing the pink of her pussy slit. "Glad to hear it! Been watching you eyeing that boy, what's up with that?"

"He's not quite what I expected." Storm admitted, lifting the grill's lid again to flip some of the remaining sausages and burgers. "I anticipated a bit more insubordination."

"Yeah, I've heard about that kid. Really turned a new feather, ya know? But hey, it's for the better, isn't it? He could be makin' a lot of noise and disruptin' everyone else." She then hopped down, deliberately slipped between Storm and the grill so her shoulder brushed his juicy, exposed sheath, and went to hop down the stairs when Storm grabbed her by the arm with a look of lust on his face. She flicked his fingers, bit his wrist to make him let go, and hopped down a bit farther, deliberately raising her tail feathers to expose herself before waving seductively and joining up with Cero and Anax.

That was enough for Storm. He closed the lid, turned the heat down as low as it would go, and made his way down to the side of the pool. There, he grabbed a plate of steak and gathered up some salads and side dishes that he ate with his bare talons as he began to intermingle with his guests. It was time to finally sit back, relax, and have some fun!

Of course, most everyone was nude or near to it. And since Storm was getting all musky and horny, the mood began to spread. Fortunately, he was not the type who invited or would allow prudes on his property, so it wasn't long at all before groups started pairing up and getting frisky.

Ironically, it was Eve who really kickstarted the fun. She couldn't help but start asking all sorts of questions to Devin about what he was packing. He was a thickly-built moose, wide at the shoulders and hips. Once she was done eating, she sidled up next to him and started caressing his thighs up towards his groin, revealing his member to be very similar to that of an equine. The image of her teasing Devin got Lexi in the mood, and she started playing similar games with Lethias, since Lethias was one of the only ones still wearing any sort of clothes to cover his groin. She convinced the dragon to expose himself with a bit of manual and oral stimulation.

Anax and Cero saw an opportunity to show off, so they gave out some potions they'd brought - in satchels they held inside their tails - to help people with various forms of expression. Within half an hour, almost every guest was either getting physical or enjoying the show.

All but Storm and Elie. Storm was waiting for Elie to make a move so he could respond and Elie was trying his best to show that he wasn't the rambunctious teen that Storm had expected. Of course, this holding-off meant that both were getting pent up pretty quickly. So Storm made his way from one group to the next, demanding oral and ball worship. Naturally, most of his friends were down with this and had no problem sampling a taste of him, caressing his orbs, or even going so far as to grind their breasts up and down his length.

It was actually Cero who first made a move to take him. She was a rather large naga, and it was here that Storm understood how it was that they smuggled in potions in her tail. As it turned out, her pussy was connected to her womb, which was in her tail, also connected by a cloaca near the end of it. So, while keeping an eye on Elie, Storm used her tail to pleasure himself, wrapping his massive talons around it to push his sheath back and expose his cock by sliding it into her at the same time. Out of the flesh of his sheath and into her cloaca, buried with ease as her muscled walls clenched tight.

Yet at the same time, despite him creating a clear bulge in her tail's passage, she seemed to remain mostly distracted. She was talking to others, giving head to Crimson, and using both hands to fist and fondle Kentanni and Wrasir. Her fist was almost the size of the petite Kentanni's entire lower torso! And it was right up inside her, creating knuckle-shaped bulge in her belly.

That was fine. Storm was happy to take the pleasure he deserved. He kept stroking himself using her tail passage, impressed that her walls kept clenching around him, squeezing so much it nearly forced him out of her had he not kept a firm grip.

But then, as he was about to dump a load - not his only load, Storm was known to go multiple times in a row - he saw Elie over by Kyle and Spike, starting to sway his booty around and grind on dragon haunches.

This got Storm to finally make his move. He pulled out of Cero, leaving her cloaca gaping and drooling all over the edge of the pool and into the water as he stood tall and asserted himself over the smaller gryphon. "Just going to have fun without your host, are you?" He boomed.

Most of the guests turned to stare, not sure why Storm was acting so aggressive all of a sudden. But then Elie offered a wink and a knowing nod, assuring everyone it was fine so they'd go back to their activities.

"Sorry Chief, It won't happen again!" He teased.

Storm grabbed him by the arm and bent him over the diving board. Hoisting his tail up to expose that plump pucker of his. "You're damn right it won't. Got any contraband on you?"

While resting on his belly with legs spread and tail up, Elie just shook his head. "No, but you're welcome to check. Maybe I forgot something. Not a lot I can do to stop you." He was flirting heavily, swaying his booty back and forth, and his cock was slowly emerging from his sheath. There was no shame. And since everyone else was getting in on it, nobody batted an eye.

That was when Storm made the next, key move. He spun Elie around so that the smaller gryph was sitting on the diving board, just under Storm's cock. "Anything you can do to apologize?" He huffed, looking down over his barrel-chest with arms crossed and his fully erect cock leaking ooze down its underside and onto his furred ball sack.

While the others casually watched, Elie got to his knees to get up as close as he could - the difference in their size meant that even on his knees on the diving board, he only just barely was able to stretch out and cradle his beak up between storm's half-formed knot and the swelling bulge of slimy sheath. He didn't say anything, he just reached up to wrap his hands around the larger drake's sheath, caressing him on either side of his hips while nuzzling and licking the flesh inside. He even hooked his beak in Storm's sheath, pulling the skin away and probing with his tongue.

Naturally, Storm relaxed a bit, just enough to let one arm down so he could grab Elie by the scruff of the neck and hold him there, using the smaller bird like a rag, dragging him up and down the flesh of his shaft to smear his fluids and musk all over. An aromatic blend that soaked Elie to the point the smaller bird got lost in his own lust, responding by nuzzling back and licking to taste as much as he smelled, to feel as much as he could hear the squishing sounds.

Elie didn't wait further, he used both of his hands to knead and tug and gently caress Storm's balls while his beak ground against Storm's flesh, his tongue dragging up and down the length, maw agape to capture every last drop that escaped the larger drake's tip. A brew too intoxicating to ignore. A different kind of intoxicating, but influential nonetheless.

But the other guests were actually cheering them on, now. They were all in their own various states and positions, and many of them were pumping their fists in the air while chanting for Storm to take him! By some miracle, the drake hadn't yet made his final move, making him the last one to go balls deep.

So that's what he did! He grabbed Elie by the neck scruff and flopped back onto his rump, leaving Elie to sit on his lap next to the pool. His cock was throbbing and squeezed between Elie's thighs, smearing fluid all over the smaller gryphon's loins and leaking so much musky mess that it soaked his belly, too. He then cradled Elie by cupping him under the knees and under the shoulder, hoisting him up and angling him just right so that his cock tip was pressing up under his tail, his member actually serving as a third point of leverage.

Elie started huffing, his chest plumage throbbing in waves as his wings began to flutter. He shot a glance up to Storm followed by a subtle nod of approval. His dark-fleshed cock was bobbing and spewing bits of his own mess down onto Storm's lap, where what didn't get absorbed by the larger drake's ball fur made it to the pool, where it dissipated into a creamy cloud.

Storm grinned and bared down, letting Elie's weight onto his lap, gradually relaxing with both his hands to let all of the smaller gryphon's weight onto his cock. Naturally, the well-trained bottom had no problem relaxing enough to let the spined, tapered tip part his rump lips and slide into him.

With a blush and a chirping whimper, Elie curled his toes and grabbed Storm's thick, yellow forearms for balance. He could feel the massive member displacing his flesh, stretching his hole, and grinding against his guts from inside. He couldn't help but wiggle, to adjust to the best of his ability to ensure it didn't stab his belly from there, he needed to give it all the room he could muster. He even tried to whimper something to Storm, something about being punished for daring to resist, but nothing came of it. The words got caught in his throat as the building pressure of Storm's cock wormed its way through him and made its will omnipresent. He had no strength to resist it, not even his toned rump muscles could clench enough to stop Storm's member from easing its way deeper.

In fact, Storm wasn't just letting Elie's weight do the work. Once the spined tip popped in and his bulging, ribbed shaft started lurching in one lobe at a time, Storm started pushing down, forcing Elie's booty to make it all the way to his knot.

However, once rump flesh came to stop at the knot lobes, Storm actually stopped instead of pushing him farther. His instincts told him to keep going, to tie with that bird, but his more rational side made it clear he wasn't in his right mind to do so. It wasn't a viable option, not if they were going to be doing anything else with any other guests. The difference in size and the intense bulb shape of his knot would keep them tied for hours.

In all the times they met up together and Storm had to discipline the bird, it was always quite superficial. Head and shaft only. No knot. Storm generally reserved that for situations where he knew he wouldn't be interrupted or have work to do. Hard to tie a partner when on patrol, and prior to the barbecue they'd never met outside of campus security related warnings. So Elie, though clearly a power bottom with a rump worth framing for an excuse to punish, had never taken Storm's knot.

Which was why, instead of simply pushing down and not stopping, Storm wrapped both of his massive hands around Elie's midsection, bucking and bouncing the smaller bird on his lap to have his every cock feature plunging in and out of him with a symphony of slops, slaps, and squelches.

Elie even blushed. Through his facial feathers the pink of his cheeks could be seen. He was lost in the moment, huffing and chirping as his plumage stood on end, inflating for comfort. His Tail flicked and his toes curled as he grabbed Storm as best he could. Of course he tried his best to have some control but was completely outmatched by the far larger drake. Storm's massive body and strong arms did all the work, slamming Elie down repeatedly like he was little more than a living, breathing cock sleeve. And Elie was okay with it.

Most of their prior encounters had him bent over something or laying on something with his legs up. This was different. More intimate in a way. Elie's wings and back were pressed to Storm's chest, so tight that he could feel and count the drake's rapid, aroused heartbeats. Of course it also helped that he could feel Storm's cock's throbbing pulse at the same time, so it was easy to note.

But it was then, when he cracked a single eye, that both he and Storm noticed that everyone was watching. Lexi was straddling Lethias in a similar reverse cowgirl manor, Eve was kneeling on Devin in the exact same way, and everyone else was in some sort of cute or sexy pose, waiting for something to happen. It was like everyone was waiting for Storm to finish so they could.

This could have been interpreted many ways, but Storm defaulted to the same thing he wanted from the beginning. He needed flesh wrapped around his knot, tugging his member and massaging his length from base to tip. He nibbled Elie's ear and whispered. "You ready?"

All Elie could do was chirp and nod, his plumage still on end and inflated around his neck.

With that, Storm wrapped both hands around the smaller gryphon's hips and pushed down while also flexing his toned rump to buck up, tail tip and one leg dipping into the pool as he felt Elie's flesh resist him, refusing to dilate enough to swallow that knot.

There was always a chance Elie could protest, but instead he reached back and grabbed Storm's chest plumage a bit harder, helping to pull down as he did so, deliberately relaxing his loins to better loosen his tail hole. He even grunted a bit and pushed down, rearranging his guts to better adjust himself so that there was less resistance.

It wasn't easy. In fact, even Storm had to put in a bunch of effort to push down while bucking upwards in order to overcome the very clear disparity in their size. Elie's hip bones were a very real barrier that was not easy to overcome, but Storm's bulging knot lobes were not fully inflated and thus still had plenty of squishy give. So he kept pushing, and Elie did the same.

The crowd got back into a steady chant, pumping fists and cheering them on. "Knot, knot, knot!" They said on repeat, bucking and thrusting in time with their own rhythmic encouragement.

Storm certainly didn't need the extra motivation but it still helped. He dug his claws into Elie's hips and pushed down, his cock throbbing to full mast inside him while forming a clear and distinct belly bulge in his lower abdomen. Not only that, but the extra pressure on his member, the squeeze around the top of his knot, and the extra tickle of tail caressing his balls coaxed a series of goopy surges of precum bursting from his cock to double back out of Elie and cascade from the nearly-sealed bit between the flesh of knot and rump hole.

All of it burst out, splashing and soaking them both, lubricating them in the process. This lube, mixed with the persistent pressure and the subtle shifts of Elie on Storm's lap twisted and rocked until the knot popped in with an audible squelch followed by another messy belch of combined fluids all over Storm's lap. Much of it rebounded off his balls and into the pool, joining the bits of mess that Elie spurted in there prior.

At the same time, the intense pressure and heat of Storm's knot grinding against Elie's insides milked him dry, kneading out his own ejaculation that sprayed out in all directions, eventually landing in the pool and on the deck next to it. He curled his toes, clenched his fists, and tried to recline in a way that would alleviate some of the pressure but was shocked to see that his lower belly was triple-sized, a cock-shaped bulge pressing out against his abdominal wall, stretching his skin so much he could see the blushy pink through the white fur there.

He did his best to relax and adjust, but Storm's cock was massive, so big that all of his guts got rearranged to make for its girth and length. More than that, the knot was so big - and swelling to full girth inside him - that it ended up lodged within his hips, each lobe pressing against a different arch of bone. And the more it swelled inside him, filling in every crack and turning rock hard in the process, the clearer it was that there was no way this thing was coming out until Storm was finished.

Part of this actually left Elie relieved. The pressure was intense, the coursing fluid of Storm's seed churning in his guts, and the perpetual friction of flesh tugging on tail hole was perpetually too much for him to handle. He just collapsed in place, wings and limbs all flopped about and wrapped around Storm's torso as he did his best to not shift too much. Every subtle movement made that massive cock slide or grind the slightest bit, but even the slightest bit when it was that massive and fulfilling felt like a full thrust, like a stallion flared up and went from tip to base.

Storm felt similarly. Elie was by no means a 'tight' hole, but he was small enough that it didn't matter. The difference in size ensured that they were locked together, and while he had that instinct to pin Elie down and tug with all his might - the pressure yanking on the base of his knot was the most fulfilling climax he could conjure - he managed to hold off on it, simply allowing what fluid could seep out between his knot lobes to soak his balls and trickle into the pool.

From there, both were satisfied, and the continued pressure in both directions ensured that both remained at a peak of pleasure, high atop their climactic plateau as the barbecue continued. Storm ended up straddling the diving board, kneeling on either side while Elie laid on his belly looking out over the pool. The belly bulge was interesting to deal with, as every movement resulted in Elie's bowels pleasuring Storm from tip to base.

The moment they expressed their pleasure, and made it clear they had tied each other up for the evening, the other pairs and groups started going off one after another, finishing and howling and chirping and bleating their approval to the sky.

Everyone got a little bit of something, and that pool ended up cloudy from all the mess that made its way there. In fact, nobody even bothered swimming. Sure, the chemicals cleansed the mess, but that's not why people were visiting.

Storm just got to relax with Elie tied to him for hours as the sun set, most of the food - including the remaining meat he left on the barbecue - got eaten, and after cleaning up each of the groups and couplings left, eventually leaving just a handful of folks remaining. All of which stumbled their way out to the back lot, far away from the lights of Storm's nest so they could watch the stars.

Elie remained knotted to Storm, laying on his belly with a distinct bulge, eventually falling asleep in the open air, popping off as Storm's climax died down some time past midnight.

Not bad for a first barbecue of the season.