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Warmth of Winter - The Watering Hole

"Wh...what?" Arnika whimpered to herself as she leaned to the side, peeking through the bedroom door; both her roommates and their sister were at Ilorek's door. A dozen scenarios ran through her head, most of them a result of the thought of being followed and watched. That was, until she remembered that Ilorek had said that it 'was his mate' before leaving the room. Which one was his mate? Natasha? Nat had, in the past, mentioned that she dated a hippogryph.

Though the blood had already drained from her face and neck, she felt herself getting cold as adrenaline overcame her. Was she fooling around with her roommates' ex lover? Was she....no. She couldn't be. Ilorek was older than they were, an ex-professor at the very school that both Natasha and Arnika had been studying at.

She watched intently as Ilorek hobbled over to the three, towel covering his crotch. He gave them all a wave as the bat-like one jumped up at him, wrapping her wing-arms around his shoulders and rubbing her snout to his beak. Valencia. It was Nat's sister that was mated to Ilorek. That was something of a relief, but still didn't excuse her unfortunate situation.

Arnika was here, naked in Ilorek's bed as the hippogryph's mate came home to catch them with her two roommates in tow. She was ruined. If word got out about this, she'd have to transfer schools. The gossip would be too much to handle!

Her mind was swirling and she felt herself get dizzy for a moment before noticing Ilorek pointing back towards her, guiding Natasha and her sister Trisani to the bedroom door. Thinking fast, she grabbed a pile of blankets and covered herself as the two sisters poked their head in the door at the same time, stacked with Trisani on top.

"Hey. We were thinking of making some hot cocoa, you wanna join us?" Natasha asked, a smile across her face and ears perked.

"Yeah, we were thinking you could squat out some cream for us!" Trisani joked, referring to the sloppy mess that was seeping from her swollen lips. Ilorek must have told them. Why in the world would Ilorek readily tell his mate and her sisters that he'd been...it didn't matter.

"I c-could go for some hot chocolate. Sure." She squeaked, cheeks blushing pink.

"Good. We'll see you out in the living room. 'Rek's gonna warm it up. And, uh, don't actually take any of his cream and put it in the brew. I don't think it'd actually taste too good." Trisana nodded and pulled Natasha out of the doorway, even as Nat grinned and licked her lips looking up and down Arnika's blanketed front.

They closed the door behind them, leaving Arnika to get dressed. She hadn't brought much with her, but she couldn't bring herself to actually leave that room so she could be mocked and judged by the others. She and her roommates Trisani and Natasha had gotten along quite well in the past, but this was the kind of thing that made best friends tear each others' fur out. No, it'd be better to toss her jacket on and run for the front door, ne'er to be seen again.

She shifted her rump on the end of the bed, feeling bits of the slimy mess leak from her lips to leave a gooey spot on the sheets, the sudden wafting aroma of the sweet cum billowing up around her snout and making her drool a bit. In spite of feeling shamed, she couldn't help but slide down into a squat, pushing much of it out into the palm of her hand to lick up. It was so sweet, so much more so than most she'd been with. Proper stallion seed.

Her focus drifted a bit before she finally realized that she really couldn't stay in there too much longer. She got to her feet and tossed the blanket to the side and looked down through the wide window to see that all three sisters - Valencia, Trisani, and Natasha - were sitting around a table with the TV on, chatting happily and occasionally glancing up towards here.

In her mind, she was still convinced she was about to get verbally eviscerated, but nobody seemed angry or upset. Just as she was about to grab at her panties on the floor, there was a gentle knocking at the door, followed by Ilorek's soft voice. "Is it safe to come in?"

She gulped again, the taste of his seed still on her tongue. "S-sure?"

He cracked the door open and stuck his beak through the opening. "What's takin' you so long? We're waiting for you; gonna share some hot beverages."

Arnika struggled with what words she'd use to describe her hesitation, but eventually just muttered a simple question. "They're not mad at me? I'm a homewrecker!" She narrowed her eyes, suddenly mad at Ilorek. "And you didn't tell me!"

"Whoa, calm down. It's fine." He slowly blinked, his voice very calm and assuring. "I told you, Val doesn't care about this shit. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she fucked some random wolf while she was out. It's not really a big deal; we understand each other and we don't...look, we're not monogamous. Simple as that. Trust me, it's fine. Her sisters are also kinda slutty, too."

"I know. I live with them." Arnika's ears flopped down.

"Yeah, they told me. Small world, eh?" He clicked his beak and laughed a bit. "Come on, put one of my shirts on or something, we'll go hang out a bit." With that, he slowly shut the door and returned to the kitchen to finish heating the hot cocoa.

"But...I just want to learn magic." She whispered to herself, followed by a deep, long sigh of exhaustion. Her heat was still buzzing in her nethers, but it had died down with the sudden emergence of others. What a way to ruin the mood. Still, her lips were swollen and she needed her panties, so she slipped a pair on and grabbed one of Ilorek's khaki button up shirts, slipping into it with ease only to find it was entirely too big for her. Ilorek was considerably larger than her, so the shirt went down to her knees. Still, it was all she had in here, the rest of her clothes - including her jacket - were scattered elsewhere throughout his home.

Once she felt like she'd covered enough of herself, she meekly poked her head out the door and glanced down at the three that were down in the chairs in the living room a level below her.

"Hey, Good to hear you are here, Arnika!" Nat exclaimed. "Last place I'd have expected to see you if it weren't for Ilorek's insatiable horsecock, here!" She laughed a bit and motioned for Ilorek to join her on the loveseat.

Nervious and still not entirely convinced of their sincerity, Arnika clutched the shirt to her chest and padded her way slowly down the stairs to the living room, occasionally glancing over to Ilorek's exposed, swaying rump and long, glistening tail. Glorious specimen. Powerful and adept at magic. Too bad he was taken.

"What a fortuitous situation this is!" Valencia chirped. She was the only of the three sisters with bat wings; she must have only been a half sister. "Funny how it works out, you end up at our home without ever knowing you were stumbling upon a friend of a friend and his insatiable stallion bits!" She chirped again, her voice a chipper squeak of pure happiness.

"Well, with it being that big, it kind of has its own center of gravity, right?" Arnika joked. To her surprise, the others laughed in agreement.

"Come on, don't be shy, Arnika. This is a safe place, no judgment." Natasha assured her, patting the spot next to her, still insisting the arctic fox join her on the love-seat.

Though slivers of reservation sliced through her mind still, Arnika finally felt convinced enough to sit next to her roommate. Immediately, she had a malamute girl wrapped around her in a hug, nuzzling up against her cheek.

"Glad you made it! I was worried you wouldn't be around for the festival of the first snow!" Natasha said as she squeezed. "We always come to the ranch to enjoy time away from the city on the night of the first snow, when the world first gets its blanket of white."

"You get a blanket of white every night!" Trisani joked towards Nat.

Natasha was a self-produced porn starlet, known across the web as one of the best players in the realm of sizeplay. Tiny in stature but flexible between the legs, guys loved her and girls were jealous of her. For this reason, she spent much of her time either showering or grooming after being filled or covered in the seed of a dozen males in any given night. It was something Arnika had dabbled in a bit but never got serious about, being in porn. She loved showing her body off, sharing herself with the world, but was too bashful to actually do it most of the time. She had been invited to one of Natasha's shoots and had done a bit of a cameo but nothing beyond that and only her backside could be seen.

Still, she always thought about it. The joy and ecstasy of having others watch as she was aggressively mated with was something that she had desired since her days on the farm and her secret desires to be caught with the stallions. She didn't admit it, but she often watched Natasha's work, baffled at just how stretchy that bitch could be, a little jealous. Though she wouldn't freely admit it to most, one of the reasons she wanted to practice her innate magical abilities was to learn adaptive biological magic, help her form be more malleable with no ill effects.

"Hey, I love the mess!" Natasha agreed, tickling at her own belly with one hand, other arm still wrapped around Arnika. "One day, I'm gonna get Arnie here a role in one of my films so that when my partner finishes, it won't show up on her white fur."

Still blushing, Arnika's ears drooped a bit and she leaned back into the couch, not wanting to admit she'd love that. She had to think up some witty retort or people would figure it out. "Well, pay me enough and I'd be happy to be your co-star! If I'm doing this, I'm gonna be treated like a star!"

Nat's ears perked up. "Seriously? If money's your only issue, I can make it happen."

Arnika was about to respond when Valencia offered a gentle whistle, distracting everyone as Ilorek brought a tray of 5 cups of steaming hot coca onto the coffee table. She quickly reached out to grab the closest one, wrapping her padded fingers around it with one hand, the other gripping the handle to hold it still. Perfect out from a potentially uncomfortable discussion.

Each of the ladies and Ilorek took their own cup - Ilorek's being the biggest by far - and they all sat back and relaxed. The fireplace was still lightly crackling behind them and there was a gentle howl at the stable doors as the wind rocked the side of the house. Ilorek was in the large recliner with Valencia on his lap, leaning into him. Nat and Arnika sharing the love seat and cuddling while Trisani was on her own chair, sitting straight up with legs crossed in front of her.

"So, how is everyone today?" Trisani asked, taking a sip of her drink and relaxing on her chair. She shook her hair off and took another sip as she looked around to the others. She was in literature and loved blogging in her off time. Though she usually spoke with tact and restraint, Arnika knew if she said or did anything outlandish or noteworthy, it would likely end up on Tris' blog.

"I'm in a great mood, actually!" Ilorek piped up, stroking at Valencia's braided hair. "Surprised to see a little guest arrive. Kind of took me by surprise. Glad to see she was quite nice. Nat, why didn't you ever introduce us?"

Natasha held Arnika closer, nuzzling up to her shoulder. "Honestly, I wanted her all to myself! She's a little horsecock hungry and I knew that if she met you, it was only a matter of time before she lifted her tail to you."

"It was what, four hours? Five?" Trisani added with a dry smile.

Arnika found herself blushing and slinking back into the soft pillows of the love seat. Chin drooping to her chest. "I was in heat, I didn't exactly go out looking for someone to mate."

Valencia chirped a bit as she pecked at Ilorek's beak. "Oh, we know that, dear. Besides, he's irresistible. Nobody blames you for succumbing to his avian wiles." She punctuated her compliment with another kiss as Ilorek raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"So, you guys really don't mind that he...you're not mad at him? You really are okay with this, aren't you?" Arnika narrowed her eyes and squinted at Val and Ilorek before glancing over to Tris and finally at Nat, who was still hanging off her shoulder. None of them seemed to be harboring even a tiny bit of distaste towards her. One thing she knew and trusted about herself was that she was very empathetic, and could get a feel for people's innate emotions even if they were trying to hide them. She was not in the presence of those who would judge her, and the more she opened herself to their emotions, the more clear it was. She was in the presence of friends.

Ilorek shifted in his seat and shifted his large mug to the other hand, taking a sip before resting it on the arm of the chair. "You'll find this family is quite unique. Not a lot they won't talk about and disseminate between the three of them."

"Yeah, always been like that. I suppose that's why I do porn. No shame, really. I mean, Tris here mates for money, and Val and Ilorek have an aggressively open marriage. It just works, I suppose." Natasha explained, finally prying herself away from Arnika and leaning back against the rest of the love seat. She lifted her feet and laid them on the arctic fox's lap. "So tell me, what deliciously naughty thing do you want to do?"

There was a brief moment of hesitation as Arnika's mind raced through the dozens of kinky things she wanted to try some time, but she just shrugged and shrugged her shoulders. "I Really don't know. I never really put a lot of thought into it. Mostly I just want to focus on my studies." She lied.

Trisani butted in a bit with a gentle laugh. "Alright. So you need a bit of encouragement. I'm okay with that. Look, everybody has things they like, but don't want to admit. Like Nat said, I make much of my money as a whore. I love it, I really do. But you know what I like most? I like it most when they get rough with me. Like, really rough. I'm not talking about bending me over a barrel and ramming me or anything, no, I mean like grabbing my hair, slapping me, holding me down, and forcing themselves on me. Some would call it a rape fantasy, I just like that power exchange. Most of my lovers are surprisingly timid when mating, so I love it when a client takes advantage. Just once, I'd love to have someone surprise me by kidnapping me, tying me up, and-"

"That's enough there, Tris." Valencia interrupted. "I think she gets the point."

"Oh shush. You're just mad because I tried to get Ilorek here to do this to me and he wouldn't."

Valencia nodded and sipped her cocoa. "Only because you kept begging him to roleplay something he didn't want. He's dominant, sure, but not rapey."

Trisani slumped down and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, nothing wrong with a little roleplay. I'm sure he'll try some day." She fell back into the chair and smiled, clearly not as upset as she was acting. She looked over to Valencia, raising her mug and passing the story baton to her. "Well, how about you? Have you got any kinky fantasies you don't like to share?"

"Oh, I have plenty. None that are secret, though." Val shifted in Ilorek's lap, forcing him to part his legs so she could sit with her rump barely on the side of the cushion. "But I'd have to say my personal favorite is magic. There's something elevated about bringing magic into the bed with me. Using it to heat our bodies together, using bolt energy to shock each other, maybe some deep curation or alteration to help with extreme size differences. Though the most powerful is a form of conjoined consciousness, feeling what the other feels. Not a lot of people can do it, but I can, and it's wonderful to feel this stud's climax rumbling through him before it fills me." She slapped Ilorek's thigh and winked up at him. "Ain't that right?"

Ilorek slowly nodded. "And if magic doesn't work, you can get some potions in town. Vinn and Leera's potion shop is legendary."

Arnika was trying her best to stay looking neutral, but the thought of Val's magically enhanced pleasure had her wagging her tail and ears perked up. Clearly Natasha noticed because she commented on it.

"Oh? Is that your thing?" She asked, prodding at Arnika's tail with her free hand.

"It's one of them, yes."

"I can teach you that." Ilorek piped up from behind Valencia. "I'll have to add it to the addendum in the following weeks." He winked and nodded towards her with another warm smile.

Arnika nearly fainted at the assurance that she'd be taught such things. This was only the beginning of her studies. Still, she didn't really want to go out on a limb and share all her deepest darkest secrets. Magic use was kind of vanilla and not as taboo as some of the things she liked. She wasn't ready to share that particular love. Ilorek knew what her secret desires were, he'd caught her earlier that night with the gryphon Ceylon. She wasn't ashamed of that, but she wasn't sure she was ready to share with her roommates.

"Well, I guess now it's my turn." Natasha piped up, breaking the silence. "Right now, I'm trying to find someone who has access to a tentacle beast for one of my shoots. I love being with large, aggressive males, but I have my limits and I don't have the same curative spells to help with particularly endowed males. Ask Tris, I've been worried about Longbow the stud for a while now, and I'm probably going to have to borrow some potion to not tear in half when I meet him, but what I really want to do is be in a tentacle video. I've wanted to be at the mercy of an insatiable, mindless creature who wants nothing more than to fill me with his eggs until my belly cannot stretch any farther. It's one of my goals." She used her one foot to gently massage at Arnika's opposite inner thigh. "So, is that kinky and lewd enough for you? Ready to share?"

"I, uh..." Arnika whimpered. She looked over to Trish, who had admitted to wanting to be raped. She glanced over at Valencia who loved substances and magics used in the bedroom. She offered a sidelong glare at Nat, and her tentacled fantasies. She really didn't feel right keeping quiet, not when the others were so keen and willing to share.

The fox closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "Well, I like the thought of being held down and mated by a horse."

"Well duh, we all know that. We all love horses!" Nat giggled a bit.

"No, I don't mean like your co-star, I mean like farmland beasts of burden. Lowborn ferals. There's something alluring about the danger of a creature larger than you taking you, with only its instincts to guide it and single minded needs to breed. I'd love to be knotted by a gryphon against my will, or, you know, a large wolf. That loss of control, that submissiveness, that raw feral lust. Nothing fills me quite like a stallion." She paused a moment to look around, gauging if they were shocked or interested.

They seemed curious and eager to hear more, so she went on. "Back when I was young, like, really young, I used to feed the horses and get under their bellies. I'd rub them until they were hard, suckle them until they, you know, gave me a proper taste. If it wasn't the stallions, it was the mares. I always had a horse to play with, and I miss that coming to the big city. I miss it. Now all I can think about his horse cock and gryphon knot." She blushed and lowered her head to her chest, waiting for the backlash.

After a few moments of silence, Ilorek piped up as he nuzzled into Valencia. "See? That wasn't so hard. Now, please tell me why you were so shy about sharing that? There's nothing wrong with a healthy curiosity; our farmland companions are smart enough to know what's going on, and no stud hates his cock fondled. So yeah, no shame here."

"I'd love to get that on film some time, if you'd be willing to let me. Ilorek has a gryphon stud out in the pasture, if you're interested." Natasha offered.

Arnika wasn't sure what came over her, but the second the offer left Nat's lips, she enthusiastically nodded, remembering the rush and the thrill of her time with Ceylon earlier that night before wussing out. "One day, yes, for sure. Just, you know, let me do it on my own time, mmkay?"

"Really? Awesome!" Natasha leaned in for a deep, strong hug. "Oh man, my watchers have been begging me for some zoo stuff for years now! Glad I can finally get someone on film!"

There was a small bit of regret welling up in Arnika's throat, but she gulped it down and faked a smile. "Gonna be fun." Regret or not, she was quite excited to try this out. She offered intermittent eye contact in between blushes where she put her snot down to her chest, not sure if she'd gotten in too deep or not.

She couldn't hold back a smile.

The ladies and Ilorek quickly shook off that little proposition like it wasn't a big deal and went on to the next conversations, finishing up their hot cocoa and leaving the mugs in the kitchen sink. Eventually, they each retired to their respective bed. Trisani and Natasha both got couches to sleep on next to the fire, and Ilorek took both Valencia and Arnika to bed with him.

Arnika couldn't get the thought of being on film out of her mind. There were many things that could go wrong, especially with a horse or gryphon, and she certainly wasn't prepared if he turned out to be too big for her. Taboo was a powerful driving force behind her arousal and it didn't help that she was going through estrus, a time that left her with relatively poor decision making skills. Still, she was excited, as she should be. She'd played with horses before back on her farm, but those were horses she knew and could command to stop if she felt in danger; she barely knew Ceylon.

As they sidled up together, with Ilorek on his back and one arm cradling each of his ladies - Val and Arnika - the arctic fox snuggled up into his feathered chest, head resting on his arm with her hand on his belly. They didn't have a threesome, even though Arnika would have loved that, but they did quickly drift off into sleep once the night had taken them.

She couldn't get the memory of gryphon knot smothered in sheath cradled in her palm out of her mind, and easily pulled that into the dream world with her

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Sleep was interrupted by an unyielding restlessness that shook Arnika into the waking world. The room was dark, but everything was illuminated by the cool blue light of the moon. Even though it was the middle of the night, she felt alert and completely awake.

Slipping out from under Ilorek's thick arm was a bit of a challenge, but she managed to escape without waking him. She felt quite odd about the whole situation now that she had a few moments of silent clarity to really think about it, but the more she explored his room in the dark, the more content she was to be there. Though the arrival of her roommates had thrown her off and made her uncomfortable at first, their presence offered a certain comfort and familiarity.

Her mind was mostly focused on putting the events of the prior day together to figure out just how she got to this point in her life, but the moment the memory of that gryphon bubbled up in her mind again, she felt a surge of heat in her nether region. Ilorek had seemed so insistent on encouraging her exploration of the beast despite being so mature and so laid back leading up to that. It was an odd shift to have him go from sagely adviser and potential magical trainer to lewd pusher of carnal lust.

On the other paw, Arnika had brought this up herself, being so cuddly and affectionate thanks to her estrus. Normally she was pretty reserved and quiet, but her heat was quite intense and drove her wild with the needs of feral bitch. Cock. That's all she could think about at the height of her cycle, and she didn't care how she got it, whether that be through a stallion or gryphon or stoic, attractive hippogryph professors. Early in her life, she'd felt remorse after the cycle had died down, but she learned to just go with it and accept it as part of her personality as she grew up.

Being at the Klyneth Academy of Ademagi had helped her reach her sexual potential by not only accepting but encouraging her more slutty side during heat.

That's why she couldn't get the thought of Ceylon out of her mind. She'd chickened out when it was just Ilorek and her in the house, alone with the gryphon, but she kinda knew that she was only doing that because she felt safer with the more familiar horse cock that Ilorek had been endowed with.

The beast's member was huge, as big as her forearm with a knot the size of both fists pressed wrist to wrist, but her body was quite adaptable. She'd been with horses that long before, so it wasn't like she couldn't handle the depth. Plus, as a canine, her vaginal walls opened up just inside her vulva, a reservoir for a knot. She could take it, and her curiosity was triggering the desire that was bubbling up inside her.

A gentle whimper escaped her lips and her knees grew weak. Her needs were overcoming her rationality, so she slipped out the door and gently padded her way down the stairs into the living room area, careful to not wake Natasha or Trisani. Luckily for her, they were both quite heavy sleepers and rarely woke even when she was enjoying a roaring orgasm on one of her vibrating toys.

She slipped past the couches and sidled up next to the big swinging gate that lead to the gryphon's stall. His powerful, slow breaths could be heard whooshing in and out against the other side of the door. Her legs grew weak again as she reached through the little slot in the solid gate and unlocked it from within. There was a gentle click followed by a subtle creak that she struggled to keep from getting too loud.

After glancing back at Natasha and Trisani on the couches and making sure they weren't stirring, she quickly slipped into the stable and gently closed the gate behind her, careful to not let it slam shut. She got a good, long look at the massive gryphon laying down in a pile of hay, head and a single talon up on a bale. His heavy breathing stopped because he had opened his steely blue eyes and was staring directly at Arnika.

"Urk..." She gulped as her chest started heaving, heart throbbing at a brisk pace. "G-good gryph." She urged him, slowly stepping forward with a hand outstretched.

The gryphon shifted and rolled to his feet in one fluid motion, barely making a sound. He shook his head a bit and ruffled his wing feathers as he stepped towards Arnika, looking down over his beak into her eyes. He was so much larger than she was, his head hovering over hers and his chest up next to her shoulders. Slowly, he inched forward until he pressed his cere against her palm, intense gaze never leaving hers.

Arnika's chest was heaving, a cool flow of adrenaline flowing through her body and keeping her fingers tingling, nethers warm and throbbing with blood. This was it. This was where she decided if she was going to go through with it or chicken out again. She blinked slowly and brought her hand to her chest, slowly unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing to expose her breasts. The shirt fell down off her shoulders once it was loose enough, leaving her only in her tight, damp, semi-transparent panties as she leaned in closer to Ceylon again. She rubbed at his beak, cere, and cheek, testing him to see if he was going to do anything aggressive.

She was quite pleased to see that he didn't pounce her or lunge at her. Last time, she'd teased him, but this time she had to finish what she started, and Ceylon's calm demeanor encouraged that desire in her. He was staring right at her, breathing slowly with his eyes trained on hers. He was silent, barely moving; it was like he was hunting.

A sudden wave of excitement washed over Arnika, driving her to slip her free hand down her panties and rub at her tender lips, parting them with two fingers and slipping a third inside, sliding it back and forth across her clit. The panties were getting in the way, so she quickly grabbed the waist band and forced it down to her ankles, quickly kicking it off along with the shirt that was around her feet.

Ceylon was still barely moving. It was actually getting a little unnerving to her, since she wasn't sure what to make of it, or what his intentions were. Still, she couldn't shake her needs.

She took a step forward, pressing her chest against the round curve of his beak, rubbing herself against him as he stared at her. The beast did step back a bit, surprised by her advances, but he didn't back off or react much. Her confidence grew, and she reached up past his cheek to scritch at the base of his ear, tickling the soft feathers there; the affection coaxed a reaction from the beast, who closed his eyes and rotated his head a bit to nuzzle into her claws. A Deep rumbling emanated from his chest - inaudible even to her ears, but she could feel it.

"You're a good drake." She cooed at him, keeping her hand under his ears as she shifted around to his side. She laid her other hand on his shoulder and slowly slid it down his flank and the backside of his folded wing, assuring him of her position at all times. If her times with the stallions back home taught her anything, it was that quadruped beasts were much safer to be around if they knew precisely where their handlers were. It ensured they were less likely to kick, buck, or bite.

As she slid back past his flank, her hand drifted away from his ear, her claw tickling at his powerful neck muscles and shoulder. She was at his side, pressing her cheek to his fluffy belly up under his wing as her hand tickled his flank, other hand slowly exploring around and under his belly, prodding at the soft, loose-hanging feline skin of his belly near the end of his sheath.

He swung his head around, eyes wide in a piercing glare as she rubbed and scritched. He'd have been intimidating and scary if not for the deep rumbling purr that was reverberating through his torso, his wings ruffled like he was getting preened. Arnika wasn't completely sure, but she thought for a second that she saw his beak curl up in a smile!

"Goooood boy. Stay calm." She whispered, not so much for his obedience, but more for her own state of mind. Arnika wouldn't dare demand obedience from such an elegant beast. She kept her cheek to his belly, hand exploring around at the end of his sheath until she found the meaty, soft flesh that housed his member. As her fingers prodded at the fleshy, moist opening, her heart fluttered and she felt her knees grow weak. If she hadn't been leaning against Ceylon's form, she'd likely have stumbled.

The beast shifted a bit, sidestepping and extending himself in a stretch, both hind legs out far behind him and tail lifted. This change in pose peeled back some of the skin of his sheath, exposing the ruby-fleshed tip of his member, each and every little barb sliding out and spreading apart. Those barbs were what scared her most; not the knot or the length or girth of it, but the rows and columns of tiny little needlepoint ticklers. Perfect on a partner her size, but a bit more aggressive given their difference in size.

She patted him on the belly a few more times before gently leaning in to wrap her hand around the tip of his member. The barbs weren't stabby like she was expecting, still somewhat firm, but more like tiny little firm rubber barbs than the sharp needlepoint type. This made her very excited for the prospect of having that inside her. She squeezed and coaxed some fluid from the tip of it to soak the fur in her hand, mucking her up so she could rub it against her own lips and mix it with her own lubricating fluids.

Her hand squeezed around the base of the head, slowly sliding down his shaft to peel the skin back entirely, leaving it to lurch and slide around the un-inflated bulge of his dark-fleshed knot. Her thumb and forefinger slid down the little rib-like ridges down the length of it with a series of wet, slick squishes and a subtle, jerking hip thrust from Ceylon. "That's a good boy, very good." She assured him, squeezing a bit harder, trying for her fingertips to touch. There was no way that would happen, due to the girth of the drake's member.

Arnika had to pause a moment to really take this in. As she inhaled, she got a long, drawn out sample of the gryphon's musky scent coating the walls of her nostrils and inside her maw; not only could she smell it, but she could literally taste it. His musk was delicious, and she couldn't help but suck her tongue and lick her lips.

"Good boy. Good boy." She repeated as she got to one knee, cradling his heavy member near her face, occasionally glancing forward to see what Ceylon's expression was like. He held his head low, angled to the side so he could keep a single eye on her, that deep rumbling still reverberating through his torso and into his cock, tickling her fingertips with the vibrating barbs. Every tiny motion coaxed another thin spurt of slimy precum all over her palm, wrist, and forearm.

Hunger of many forms urged her to lick every drop off her hand, only to have her surprised at just how sweet it actually was, almost tangy! She knew that the seed of carnivores tended to be more bitter, and Ceylon was certainly a carnivore, but his cum was quite unique. She wanted more. She needed more, so she leaned into him again, wrapping her lips around the tip to feel his barbs probing at her flesh. As her tongue slipped up the underside, Ceylon bucked a bit, knocking her off balance to fall on her rump. "Hey!" She whispered, quickly silencing herself so that she didn't wake her roommates.

Arnika was surprised to see Ceylon gently turning, slowly bringing his beak down to nuzzle at her belly, big blue eyes staring at her. He let out a gentle cooing sound as his tongue slipped out and lapped at the tiny bits of mess he'd left on her chest and lower torso. How gentle-drakely of him. But if he was going to be using his tongue, Arnika felt she would make better use of it a bit lower, so she pressed both of her palms down on his beak and tried to force him to go down on her.

Ceylon's neck muscles were quite strong, so she couldn't quite do anything to force him into a position he didn't want to be in. He kept nuzzling at her belly fur, licking gently and cooing as his beak rumbled alongside his purr.

She quickly gave up trying to force him and instead rolled onto her belly with rump up, tail curled to the side. Time was limited, and she wanted to have a piece of what he had to offer before the others woke or anyone heard her. For now, at least, she valued the serenity of solitude, so she wasn't wasting any time in presenting herself to him.

A moment later, the gryphon's long, tendril-like tongue prodded at her meaty triangular folds, prying them apart and dipping into her, the curve of his beak rubbing at the underside of her tail and tickling her rump between her voluptuous cheeks. Almost instantly, she lowered her head to the ground and clawed at the straw, grasping it and snapping each strand in half as she waited anxiously for him to carry on. "Go on..." she urged him under her breath, a gentle whisper only attentive gryphons or canines would hear.

It wasn't clear if her insistence or invitation was what made him proceed, but a moment after she whispered her desires to him, she felt his talon on her back, claws digging into her hip. Her entire body was shaking with anticipation as she waited for him, relishing the sharp pain of his grip. Arnika's nether lips tensed up and slid upwards as she felt the warm tickle of his breath, parting to expose her tender, cherry pink corolla, the center of the flower that was her sex.

She couldn't help but let out a gentle, long-winded gasp as she rocked back into him, tail twitching and lower body shuddering at his touch. Like before, he was resting his weight on her, but he didn't seem heavy at all. She arched her back - an instinctive response to being touched like that - and even that seemed to lift him up a bit. He noticed, too, which became evident when he lifted his head and chest up and wrapped his other talon around her shoulder. He wasn't heavy, but she pressed her chest to the ground, allowing him to hold her down, breasts squishing against the straw littered on the ground.

There was a moment of silence and serenity as she waited for him to properly mount. He was up on her, resting his weight on her form, he only needed to arch his back to poke at her with that cock, but he wasn't immediately doing it like a stallion or wolf would. It was quite unnerving, because she didn't know if she needed to do anything to entice him. For all she knew, gryphons needed some sort of special response from their hen to complete the mount. HE was no canine nor equine, so she wasn't familiar with their mating hab-

Midway through that thought, she felt his beak clamp down on her shoulder opposite the one that his talon was wrapped around. She nearly cried out in pain, but knew if she did that she'd wake the others, so instead she brought her hand around and chewed on her finger. She grunted as Ceylon shifted his body, using his beak for grip on her so he could arch his back and flare out his wings a bit, the massive member of his swinging between his legs before slapping at her lips.

Arnika's eyes went wide as she felt his barbs splay out and snag on her flesh, keeping the tip anchored in the crux of her triangular vulva as he bucked forward. He forced himself into her with enough force to make her skid across the ground before he slammed his other talon down in front, giving her something to wrap her arm around. It was clear that his member was not going into her quite as easily as she'd hoped; her heat had rendered her passage snug and tight, as any canine's should be.

She was starting to panic. Worried that his beak was digging into her flesh was bad enough, but he also kept jerking his hips forward, each movement accompanied by a deep guttural huff of warm breath that tickled her neck; a constant reminder that she was not going to be getting out of this until he was ready to release her.

A large part of her cried out from within, begging to scream someone's name and get out of this predicament, but she wasn't sure if that was the best idea so she kept her muzzle shut. As she felt another of his powerful, brisk thrusts, she noticed that her nethers weren't in pain. Sure, she could feel the skin stretching like elastic around the ridges of his member, but she felt almost numbed, like the barbs had tickled her dull.

The burn of friction was there but without pain, his ribbed length pumping in and out of her a little deeper each time before she felt the hot slap of knot on her lips. Hot stream after stream spurted into her, filling her canal and lubricating her flesh to make his motions more slick. His warm, furred hips pressed to the back of her thighs as the bulge of his knot lobes rubbed and shifted against her vulva, the pressure building with every idle motion. It was clear that the knot wasn't fully formed - or even partially formed, really - but she could feel the pulse of his rapid heartbeat in the throbbing arteries that lined its girth.

With little else to do, she took in a deep, long breath and closed her eyes. She cleared her mind of the powerful beak that was clamping down on her or the hot saliva that dribbled over her shoulder. Her mind converged on the pulsing mass of gryphon that was parting her lips and pummeling her nethers. He wasn't going to stop pushing or grinding his hips to hers until that knot was inside her, and if she resisted it would just hurt more. She did the only thing she could, by relaxing her muscles as best she could and just letting it happen.

Ceylon kept grinding at her, hips bucking gently though his knot never left her lips. With each forward movement, his knot parted her flesh a little bit more, distending her vulva into a round, knot-shaped form. She could feel it, her skin expanding to accommodate him; she even pushed back into it as she released her muscle's hold on his length.

Then, all at once, she felt him lurch forward, soft lobes of his knot squeezing in and sliding through her sex to rest in the reservoir inside her, the barbed tip still just barely prodding at her womb. She let out an audible gasp as his lobes burst into her, inflating with each beat of his heart; if she was able to focus, she'd have been able to count his heartbeats with each throbbing pulse. Above all else, she was just glad that he was more or less gentle, his knot more comfortable than she'd expected. Her breaths were met with whimpering exhalations as her whole body rocked in pleasure, hands still idly clawing at the straw as she felt him lock into her.

His knot continued to swell, and the bigger it grew, the looser his beak relaxed on her shoulder. As pressure built up in one place, it released from another. Relieved, she threw her head back and smiled up at him, the taboo pleasure of feral gryphon knot welling up inside her alongside her own naughty fantasies. As she looked up at him, he kept his beak lowered to nuzzle at her cheek and neck, preening her fur and ears as she cradled his chin. A gentle tug yanked on her lips from within as Ceylon fell to his side, pulling her up against his belly. She rolled with him as best she could, tail still pulled from the side to keep from having her fur pressed against her swollen, filled sex.

The gryphon chirped at her and lowered his wing down over her body as if to protect or shield her, knot still lodged deep within her nethers.

"Impressive." Came Ilorek's voice from over the stall door.

Both Ceylon and Arnika's gaze bolted up at him, surprised to see him there. Arnika's cheeks went pale again - well, as pale as a white-furred face could go. For a moment, she just stammered before remembering that Ilorek had actually offered her this very same beast for anatomical experimentation. She took that as license to make a sarcastic remark. "Hands-on exploration, you know?" She offered a weak, shaky smile as her ears splayed out and flopped to the side.

"I Can see that. Just, make sure you get comfortable. Gryphons stay together overnight." With that, Ilorek winked at Arnika and walked away, his soft steps creaking in the old wood room.

Ceylon kept preening at Arnika's neck and shoulders, his chest reverberating with a kind sort of purr, wing wrapped around her like a blanket. She wanted to protest, to find some way out of this, but found herself oddly at peace with the predicament she'd gotten into. Ilorek seemed not only accepting, but encouraging of her unfortunate situation. In addition, Ceylon's cock - despite its massive girth that actually left a noticeable knot-shaped bulge in her lower belly - was surprisingly comfortable. She wasn't sure if there was some sort of numbing agent in his barbs or if it just wasn't as big as it looked or if there was some sort of adaptive potion in the drink she'd had earlier, but she was comfortable.

As a student of science, she couldn't help but ponder every single element of her situation, even if she was being slowly but surely pumped full of majestic gryphon seed. There was an ever-present tingle in her loins that wouldn't go away no matter how many times she rubbed and tugged herself to orgasm, using the lobes of his knot as stimulants to her most sensitive of pleasure centers. She was trying her best to catalogue and categorize the beast's many habits and features due to her hands-on experience. The taboo of having been mounted by a gryphon was still strong in her consciousness, but she was able to push it away - at least for a moment or two - while she questioned the logistics of it all. Orgasm came to her swiftly and repeatedly after Ilorek left, but she was still keen on not making too much noise so she often had to clamp her muzzle shut or bite at Ceylon's chest feathers; he didn't seem to mind. Good thing, too, because she did it a lot in the time it took her to fall asleep.

The last idea that went through her mind before she was able to relax enough to fall asleep, nuzzling into the gryphon's chest fluff was that of inevitably being seen the following morning by her roommates. There was no way they wouldn't wake before they parted.

That very thought made her smile, a deep pleasure welling up in her as she fantasized about the thrill of getting caught and the rush of sharing that with the world on video. Yeah, that would be a great way to start the following morning.

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"Tris, get the camera!" Natasha urged, her voice waking Arnika from her sleep.

A groggy moment passed as Arnika pushed Ceylon's wing from her face, blinking gently in the dimly lit stable. She blinked a few times and looked up to see her roommate Natasha hanging over the tall sides of the gate, looking down with a smile on her face. Naturally, arnika tried to pull away from the warm creature's body, only to feel a tugging between her legs, reminding her that they were still tied together. She gave her lower belly a bit of a rub, feeling the sloshing of a womb inflated with gryphon seed.

"Oh man, this is gonna make for a great shot!" Natasha practically giggled as she waited for Trisani to bring her the camera. "Stay there, don't pull out yet, we wanna get that knot extraction on film!"

"Wh-what are you doing, it's still early!" Arnika protested. As she moved, Ceylon stirred and idly preened at the fur on the back of her neck; he was still sleeping, being a gentle-drake even when not awake. The subtle sensations made her fur stand on end and her toes curl a bit.

"Who cares if it's still early. You're still down for us filming this, right?" Natasha leaned over the stall gate and un-latched the hook, allowing it to swing open. She quickly hopped down and slipped in the gate, standing tall beside the two of them that were tied together.

Arnika's state of mind was only tangentially lucid, so she didn't really have an active train of thought to put together a proper retort, so she simply said, "Sure." and rubbed at her eyes before grabbing Ceylon's wing and snuggling close up under it.

Natasha squealed a bit and balled her fists up on her chest as her tail wagged. "Oh yeah, this is going to be great! Stay there. Tris! Get Me! My Camera!" Her tone was strict and stern, but not too loud, she didn't want to wake the gryphon. A moment later, a large hand plopped the camera down in her hand. She was too distracted to see it was actually Ilorek giving it to her. "Perfect! Now, just, gently lift that wing so we can get a better look under that tail, mmkay?"

"Hold up a moment, Nat. Give me some time to wake up." She shifted in place as a knot twisted in her lower belly - a knot of muscle, not Ceylon's member. The clenching of her pelvic region tugged on his length and forced his tip to prod at her cervix, a sharp sensation bolting through her abdomen. She grunted and laid her palm to her belly between navel and vulva; the form of his knot lobes pressing up against her hand.

The malamute girl didn't waste any more time with permission, just slipped a card into the camera and pressed a button to aim it at Arnika, passing along around the length of the gryphon's tail that was curled up around his partner. "So tell me, how did you end up like this?"

A moment of silence passed as Arnika seriously considered lashing out and grabbing the camera, but her lewd side bubbled up in her with the aid of a gentle shift of his length inside her, the lobes rubbing past her G-spot. After the moment passed, she decided to play along. Not only was it easier than fighting and protesting, but she had been wanting to be in videos before, and it was like a burden had been lifted now that she'd had the decision placed in the hand of another. That submissiveness made her toes curl as she offered the best answer she could.

"I couldn't help it. Big beast like this deserves a cunt, and there were no hens in the area, so a bitch will have to do, tonight." She winked and tossed her head back, hair adjusting itself to the side.

Natasha seemed shocked at her response, but then gave her the thumbs up from behind the camera. "Perfect! So, let's get a better look, shall we?" She got down onto her knees and shuffled forward. All that could be seen in the frame was Arnika's head and one arm, the rest of her was covered in gryphon wing.

Arnika's slutty side was starting to come out the moment the camera was turned on, like her inhibitions were washed away. Maybe it was the fact that she was still in the process of waking up, maybe it was the pressure in her knot-reservour, or maybe it was something else, she didn't know. Instead, she just tilted her head down over his wing and gently pulled at the feathers to extend the joint, exposing her rump end past the back of the wing.

"Oh, glorious!" Natasha's eyes went wide as she scuttled forth, zooming in on the tightly stretched lips of Arnika's pussy. "That's right, good shot! You're even leaking a bit!" She shifted her eyes a bit before holding the camera off to the side to get a closer view as she stuck her head in the frame to lick at the fluids that were dribbling out from between the knot lobes.

What she wasn't expecting was Ceylon's response. The beast shifted and grunted, his hind legs stretching out and his tail lashing by in front of Natasha to elongate straight. He yawned wide and shook his head a bit, flicking an ear as he glanced down at Arnika, then over his wing to Natasha. He folded his wing up to his side, exposing Arnika in her fully nude form as she curled up int he fetal position next to his belly.

The pose she was in exposed her rump and meaty canine vulva to the camera, tail curled up and over her rump cheek to better show off her squished rump hole. She was still in naughty exhibitionist mode, so she grabbed her ass cheek and pulled it to the side, further exposing herself and prying her meaty lip to the side to show a tiny sliver of her cherry pink flesh squishing against the throbbing neck of the gryphon's knot.

"Oh skies that is just so wonderful! How about you...rub yourself a bit! Yeah, pleasure yourself. If I had a vibrating egg I'd let you use that." Natasha instructed as she got to her feet, pulling back to get a proper view of both beast and beauty together. "Tris, get in there and help her out." She paused, waiting for Trisani to respond. When nothing came of it, Ilorek leaned up next to her.

"Tris went home soon after you started watching Arnika in her sleep." He laughed a bit before walking past them all to open the door to the pasture. "And no, I don't want to be in your project; not today."

Arnika's hand was already sliding in between her inner thighs to poke and pull at her vulva, squeezing her clit between fingers and the shaft of the neck of Ceylon's cock. Her sudden jolt of pleasure squeezed and tugged at the beast's knot, making him rumble in delight and shift about around her.

Ceylon rolled to his feet with knot still lodged firmly in Arnika. He kept his hind legs bent and tail raised with back arched to ensure that his hen could stay on her toes, his knot tugging on her lips and threatening to pop out. He shook his entire body free of the straw that had attached itself to his fur and feathers, yanking and tugging on her twat with each movement. Once he was done and she was properly shaken up, he lowered his head between his front legs and nuzzled at her, using the sharp edge of his beak to preen and caress Arnika's fur.

"Perfect, perfect." Natasha hushed to herself, getting a proper look at the bulging mass of ebon-fleshed canine vulva before shuffling to the side to get a closeup of the gryphon's gentle preens. She leaned in close and put her tongue between two fingers towards Arnika, urging her into more lewd actions.

"Sexy beast." She cooed at herself as she brought one hand up to cradle the gryphon's cheek, upside down, as she leaned into him and gave him a deep tongue kiss, all the while glancing sidelong at the camera with her light blue eye. She grunted a bit and whimpered, leaning back into his knot to keep it from popping out of her while the camera was near her face.

Bored and uninterested with the kiss, Ceylon lifted his head up and away from her, holding it high and ruffling his neck feathers out in a display of dominance. He was staring at Ilorek, who was guiding him towards the door. He quickly stepped over Arnika and padded his way outside, leaving her dragging along behind him, grunting and whimpering in protest every step of the way.

She tried her best to keep her feet on the ground, but the gryphon's pace was too fast for her and she just kept tripping. Instead, she clenched her muscles as tight as they would go and tilted her head down so that her legs were up high, straddling either side of his belly and wrapping around his torso for grip and leverage. She let herself dangle between his hind legs, wrapping her arms around his upper thighs as his balls squished under her tail.

Natasha was keeping pace, skipping along with the camera trained to aim downwards at Arnika's cunt, only getting flashes of her stretched and bulging vulva in between each step. She then paused to glance down at Arnika, who had a big dumb grin on her face as she licked her lips. "How's that feel in you, that big gryphon cock?" Natasha asked of her star.

Arnika answered by licking her lips and tensing up, her whole body contracting alongside a meek whimper.

Eventually, they all reached the fence next to a trough. Ilorek had guided the gryphon out into the pasture, away from the house. The entire field was covered in snow, but the morning sky was clear, the sun rising high in the sky to illuminate the scene. When they came to a full stop, Arnika finally got her feet back on the ground, grabbing at his tail and using it to keep herself up as the beast started to drink.

"Oh, good boy. Stay there!" Natasha excitedly commanded as she slipped under Ceylon's torso to get a shot between his legs of He and Arnika butt to butt, his cock peeling his sheath back and folding it towards his rump, the shaft of it squishing his ball sack and separating his testicles. From that angle, she could see the bulging, round form of Arnika's cunt lips wrapped around the neck of his knot, stretching out as if they were about to release his member in one messy wave. "Get a bucket!" She commanded again, hoping for anyone to obey her in the quest for the perfect shot.

To everyone's surprise, it was Valencia who came out, walking down the path next to the fence with a ten liter vinyl, clear bucket. She pushed it through the fence boards, and gave it to Natasha, who then set it between Ceylon's legs and under Arnika's pussy, ready to catch any of the mess that would inevitably be spewing from her.

"Be prepared, Arnika." Ilorek warned. "He's been inside you all night, and he's likely about to retreat back into his sheathe any minute now that he's distracted. It'll sting a bit when those barbs jerk their way out of you, the knot yanking from you. Just a bit of a head's up." He smiled and walked to Valencia, lifting her up onto his shoulders so he could watch. He, like everyone else, was naked, and his arousal was showing as his sheathe grew and his cock slowly unfolded, the meaty head dangling between his thighs and the fence posts.

Arnika was too busy clenching and releasing on the knot that was lodged deep in her to heed his warning. She looked over at the trough next to them and noticed it was empty, so she leaned her body towards it and clawed at the snowy ground until Ceylon followed her lead and shuffled his rump half towards the trough. She laid flat against it, splaying her arms out on either side of it as Natasha kept filming, dipping in close, occasionally getting shots of her orgasmic reactions, then back to Ceylon, now that he was done eating.

Suddenly, she could feel the shift inside her; the knot was shrinking, as Ilorek had warned. Its lobes were deflating, and that shriveling was met with a gurgling rush of fluid escaping her womb to fill the room in her cunt. Tiny sprays of it started seeping and spraying out between her lips and the lobes of the knot, which Natasha eagerly caught between the gryphon's legs, never taking the camera off her pussy.

"Damn yes, that's so much cum! I hope you like the taste of this, you slut!" She growled, bucket in one hand and camera in the other.

With one more gentle tug, Ceylon leaned forward, his knot shifting and spinning inside Arnika's pussy before another powerful blast of his seed erupted from the tight confines of her depths, spraying Natsha, the camera, and the bucket. Another shift in his weight, and Arnika started howling in pleasure, the bulbous masses sliding through her and yanking at the tight end of the knot-reservoir inside her. She relaxed just enough to let it jerk out of her in one painful lurch.

She felt every inch of his member plow through her on the way out. Every knot bulb, every vein, every ridge, every barb, and every drop of his seed. Her cunt was ruined, left gaping open from lips to cervix, a river of seed flowing out of her and over her pulverized opening, soaking her inner thighs. Whatever didn't soak the fur on her legs splattered and splashed into the bucket between her legs.

"Fuck yeah! That's a money shot if I ever saw one!" Natasha gloated, leaning in close to get a good shot of Arnika's gaping pussy and the mess that was flowing forth from it. She shifted the focus back and forth between the glistening length of his occasionally spurting shaft and the twitching flesh of her lips. Without and further warning, she grabbed the bucket and dumped every last drop over Arnika's back, covering her in seed from the base of her tail to the back of her head between her ears. Gobs of the gooey mess splashed over the sides of the trough and formed little puddles in the bottom.

Naturally, Arnika's hunger for cum made her lean down and start lapping at it, gulping back every drop she could. With a sly grin, she looked up at the camera and nodded. "Cleaning up the mess like the bitch I am!" She declared. As derogatory as that seemed, it felt appropriate for the scene, and Natasha seemed to agree.

She slowly moved around until she was at the opposite end of the trough, staring right at the arctic fox's face, with Ceylon's exposed rump and lifted tail in the background.

"You like that?" Arnika asked the camera as she rubbed her breasts in the gooey mess of the trough, soaing as much of it up in her fur as she could, grabbing slimy trails of it between her fingers and licking it off. "Don't you wish that was you?" Her porny, slutty voice was getting more confident with each passing second.

In the interest of the scene, Ilorek snapped his fingers and made a clicking sound with his beak, directing Ceylon to turn around and bury his snout under Arnika's tail, which prompted her to raise it once again, also urging Natasha to turn around and get another good look of the gryphon's tongue exploring her, prodding into her depths as his beak nuzzled under her tail.

After she was good and clean, the gryphon then hopped up onto the sides of the trough, claws digging into the wood on either side of her as he looked down at her prone position. His cock was still firm throughout the shaft and slimy with their combined fluids, so he bucked up into her, his length sliding between her rump cheeks to spew more of his mess down the small of her back.

Arnika moaned and pressed her chest to the bottom of the trough, rubbing her cheeks and breast into the cum as she licked it up, her nethers clenching and pushing back against the gryphon's mount. She reached back and pried her rump cheeks apart, hoping for his tip to find her ass. She didn't want this to be over. However, as soon as Ceylon had released the final bits of seed onto her, he hopped off the trough and took a few steps away to clean himself with Natasha getting in close to get a proper view of it.

There was a hint of disappointment amidst her waves of confidence and euphoria. Now that she had properly got her fantasies out of her system, she wanted more. Sure, she would continue in her studies, but one overnight encounter had turned her into one hell of an on-camera slut.

She was oddly alright with this change in her life.