A Different Walk of Life

`	“A-And to our- ah- y-yes- to our left here is the village’s- mmmnh- shrine of fertility,” panted out Abigail as thrust after thrust met her hips.

	It had been a routine day for the flat-chested snow leopard, her job at the village’s tourism center as fruitful as always. There were always new people coming to inspect and view a different walk of life compared to their own, and many were curious to see how her specific village’s customs played out in everyday life.

	She moaned, her eyes crossing for a second as she organized her thoughts. “As you can see- mmf, f-fuck, right there… not only is casual nudity a common practice here, we also- Oh! Yes, oh, just like that- we also believe casual sex is necessary in everyday life.” She bit her lip after delivering her line, backing her butt up against the hips that were thundering into her. “Our lifestyle is harkening back to a, mmm harder… simpler time.”

	Her current client was a well-to-do magpie, who was currently caught hilariously off guard. Everything had been going as per usual for him during his tour, his snow leopard guide very informative about how the village lived and thrived, until suddenly a pair of light blue ears and grey wings popped up from behind her. He could barely believe his eyes as she was bent over what he originally presumed was a public lunch table and subsequently mounted by what he could only guess was her Gryphon mate. Even more astoundingly, she simply looked back up at him, introduced the intruder as 'Amino', and continued on with the tour as if nothing were wrong.

	The magpie was stuck in a weird situation, his cheeks bright and rosy red as he could only watch as the catbird continued to pump his cock in and out of the leopard, apparently oblivious of the complete stranger just a few feet away. Originally, he thought this was going to be where the first break of the tour would’ve taken place, the table a perfect spot for some lunch. But, upon a short glance around, he quickly learned that this was, in fact, the proper use of the table. Several other couples were ‘having fun in the sun’ in the same way as this one was.

	The last thing the bird wanted to be was rude, and of course he had just been informed that this sort of situation was completely normal, but from his comparatively prudent society this just felt a few shades too avant garde. Lewd slaps of skin and fur continued as he stood dumbfounded, clutching his travel brochure as the gryphon’s talons traveled up Abigail’s body and grabbed her small breasts.

	“Any- ohhh fuck-” she gasped, collecting herself as the thrusts suddenly quickened, “Any questions?”

	“Uhh…” the magpie stared as the previously casual mount slowly transitioned into something more and more sensual, Abigail’s face contorting in bliss as her mouth formed into a small ‘o’. He shook his head, blushing even further as he caught himself staring. “...yes?" He paused a moment to maintain composure. "Where is the bathroom?”


	“It’s back by the travel checkpoint!” she informed him, her previously foggy gaze crystal clear again without a hitch, “You can’t, ah, miss it.”

	“Th-thank you,” the bird said quickly, burying his beak in his brochure as he walked hastily away.

	She reared back as she was suddenly given three harsh, sharp thrusts, Amino groaning into her ear as his hips ground dominantly against hers, “Man, I thought that guy was never going to leave.”

	“Hey,” she moaned as his thrusts started up again, this time each one carrying more speed and weight, “He’s the one that’s paying me, not you.”

	“Yeah, yeah,” he closed his eyes, grabbing her tits again and leaning forward, “But he’s not the one that knows what this little snow kitten likes.”

	She cried out as his hips suddenly quickened, her smile widening as their rut turned a bit more primal. “Show off~” she snorted, feeling him hasten faster and faster. Amino was always a bit of a trumpeter when it came to the village’s traditions, putting on a show if he ever had the chance to do it at the shrine. Of course this wasn’t the only place where the rule applied, the entire town free of judgement if a couple wanted to get their rocks off. Parks, libraries and almost all public buildings all offered a place to enjoy the more carnal pleasures, most restaurants allocating more than your traditional ‘elbow’ room for their friskier guests.

	Amino and Abigail were of course no strangers to showing off in those places, but the gryphon was notorious for making the shrine his favorite place to put on a raucous. Abigail merely shook her head, fully enjoying his bravado as firm thrust after frim thrust slammed against her rear end. She loved his constantly needy pace, his roughness one she knew very well as he always felt the need to mount her in public.

	The gryphon panted, the heat of the sun hitting his back as he shoved himself into the smaller leopard again and again. Sweat dripped down his brow while his mouth hung open, tongue lolling as pleasure seeped directly into his brain. He loved stuffing her full of his cock, groaning at the tight entrance as he thundered against her, the small leopard his favorite plaything. His talons squeezed at her soft body, pulling her back flush against his chest, searching for any form of leverage he could get. He stared onward, biting his lip as he felt the pressure increasing in his member, the constant pleasure nearing him towards his finale.

	She could feel the sharp impact of his hips through her entire body, her legs nearly useless as they merely shook and collapsed inward. She was getting close, her stomach getting the familiar rising feeling as thrusts continued to greet her lust-drunk nerves. Her legs started to close, her eyes crossing as she felt intense bliss wash over her mind. Amino could feel the added tightness, which spurred him to only fuck her faster and faster, need taking over his mind as he desperately wanted to empty himself into that tight little cat.

	Abigail was the first to teeter over, the slight increase in pace too much for her body. She cried out, shivering as her center squeezed around that cock, her brain going partially blank. She could feel the little nubs that dotted along his shaft, the pleasure almost too intense as she started to lose her mind for a minute. She gasped as his thrusts slowed, but each one carrying enough force to lift her up from the table. Her face contorted and smile scrunched up, gasping at the overly forceful movements of his hips. Amino let out a growl of pleasure, his brow furrowed as he finally came, groaning as ropes of white, hot cum filled up the smaller cat.

	Warmth seeped through her center as she was impaled by Amino, stuck in place by that cock as he pumped her full of his sticky lust. They had certainly drawn a few eyes as they panted and recovered, a small puddle forming beneath their currently conjoined hips. The gryphon recovered first, his eyes slowly gaining focus while his cock was still buried in Abigail. He sighed, once again grinding against her as their combined juices dripped from their nethers.

	The leopard opened one eye, her tongue useless and limp in her mouth as lucidity tried to take over. She shivered, feeling a whole two pounds heavier after such an intense climax. She shivered as she felt him pull out, a torrent of excess lust pooling out of her well used sex. She didn’t even realize she was purring as Amino hugged her from behind.

	“Feel good?” he asked into her ear, his pleasure apparent on his words.

	“Mhmm,” she sighed, “Been a while since you caught me at the shrine.”

	“Good thing we fixed that problem, huh?” He chuckled, still slightly breathless from the exertion. He looked around, though this time it was his turn to be surprised. “Huh, looks like our friend has ‘gone native’.”

	Abigail looked up, confused until she followed where Amino was pointing, spotting the magpie from earlier at one of the tables. His beak was wide open in a smile with his tongue lolled out. He was staring off in the distance with crossed eyes as he thrusted away at a blue jay who was on her back at the table, and in a very similar state of rapture.

	“Is she from the village? I don’t think I’ve seen her around here before,” asked Amino as he stood up, stretching his back and flexing his legs.

	“No,” Abigail chuckled, glad that her client was getting his money’s worth, “I’m pretty sure that’s my next tour goer.”

	“Well,” the gryphon sighed, wiping off his groin with a stray cloth, “I think he’s showing her the way around town rather well.”