Upon arriving at the Leaky Taphouse where Gilda and Greta agreed to meet up, the moment I entered the establishment ready to inhale at least four mugs of cheap ale, I see that my two bird friends are in the middle of yet another argument and when they hear me walk up to them (because how often do two-legged walkers live and work in this city let alone know these two?) they stopped bickering and turned to look at me and I immediately realized that I have walked into a hornets nest and said hornets are agitated as fuck.

"What are you two bickering about this time?" I asked as I sat down and the barmaid who recognizes me as a frequent customer came by and placed the usual before me and gave me a sly wink before going back making her rounds and putting down mugs of ale on tables and replacing empty ones with full ones.

The moment those two saw me sit down beside them they move over and resume where they left off.

"Ian, we are just arguing over whether or not we are in a flock or not."

It took me a several long seconds to grasp what Greta said to me and even longer for my brain to process it fully as I mentally began to sweat bullets while at the same time on the outside I was sweating buckets.

'Ah what the fuck why are they asking me this shit now? I am up to my neck in work shit and espionage from foreigner, I am too busy to be dealing with crap like this, especially after finding out that one of the griffons working on the new smelters and blast furnaces was caught stealing from both myself and the forge master. I don't know what the punishment is for this level of theft or treason but I can only assume that it will be an execution and I will most likely be forced to preside over his death or be the one to dole it out. Why couldn't they have this conversation a week from now when I am not busy?'

Looking at me expectantly and waiting for an answer the hens sitting before me are gazing at me with eyes filled with dreaded patience at what my answer may be but I have no fucking clue on how to answer this without someone getting hurt in the process.

So I went with an obvious response that is to be expected of me.

"Uh...the fuck is a flock?" I said as I took a sip from my mug, I can already tell that this is going to be a long night as I wave the barmaid over to order some scones to help absorb this ale, maybe I should get some water as well.

While Greta and Gilda were trying to come up with what I think would be an acceptable answer, the barmaid came over and answered it for them in what I think was the simplest way possible.

"Love, a flock is a group of griffons in a relationship together such as a bunch of hens, like your two friends here, with a stud muffin like yourself. That would be the most basic of flocks but it has been known to be at least five or more griffons in a flock." the barmaid said as she took my order and placed down a mug of water, seeing how she knows my drinking routine by heart since that is all I ever get here.

The moment she was gone the other two partially revealed their faces to show that they are still scarlet and embarrassed that they had to get someone else to say it for them.

All I could do was look into my tankard of cheap ale, mull over the words before finally speaking up.

"I didn't even know that we were even dating at all? I thought the three of us was just friends?"

The two hens sitting before me looked at each other and tried to motion the other to start explaining, it wasn't before long that Gilda finally grew the bigger pair of teats and wiggled closer to me to start talking.

"Well, we thought that we were already in the beginning stages of us being in a flock since we've been spending plenty of time together...… and all the times you've been preening our wings..." the purple-tipped hen said as she tried to put on a brave face but was failing spectacularly. Oh Gilda, you may act tough but when you get embarrassed it burns oh so brightly for all to see and it is beautiful.

Raising an eyebrow at that, I could only wonder as to how easy it to enter a relationship with a griffon if that was all I had to do was spend some time with them, hang out at a local bar/tavern, and fix up their wings of faulty/loose feathers. The more you know I guess.

"So you automatically assumed that we three were in a relationship because I helped you preen your wings?" I said and in response the two hens nodded at me.

Slowly facepalming and sighing in a longwinded manner, I waved the barmaid over and ordered a few drinks to keep coming my way whenever my mug is empty to be replaced. The barmaid gave a nod, seemingly understanding the situation I am in or that she has sensed that I am in for a long explaining session that may end with me being plastered.

"I thought that to enter a relationship I had to go on a few dates with one of you, meet your parents, a few dinners, a gift or two, you know, the usual things when one wishes to partake in a relationship?" I said as I thought back to the few dating experiences I had back home, hell, one of them girls I dated was a real ballbuster and I am glad I dodged that bullet when I found out that she was cheating on me with three different people.

Upon hearing everything that I said, the two hens shook their head and proceeded to enlighten me on griffon culture, exclusively the part on relationships because I have no fucking idea on how that shit works here.

"You see Ian, while what you said is what the nobles do here in Griffonstone and the ponies of Equestria, in the outlying provinces and outside nations, us common griffons just talk and if we have an interest with each other we hang out and at the end we see if want to keep spending time together and that is pretty much it. After that it pretty much is like what friends do except we preen each others wings, we sleep in the same bed and when the time eventually comes..." Gilda says as she started to lose steam at the end, Greta on the other hand picked up exactly where her friend left off.

"We fuck each others brains out." Greta says as she smiles slyly for a moment before getting her head whacked by one of Gilda's wings while her face is burning a reddish hue.

'Oh my god this is too adorable, my heart can't handle it.'

So it would seem that the talk of sex here is just like that from back home, can easily talk about it in private, when in public it is sort of a big no-no unless your a commoner than its more okay, what with my two friends blushing up a storm while quite a few bar patrons are looking our way. Quite a few of them are laughing under their breath while a few others are shaking their head, probably wondering why they are having that particular talk here of all places, and with somebody not of their species.

"So in laymen terms, griffon culture on relationships is roughly divided like this, we got the noble-griffon method who do all of the fancy shit, no sex till marriage, and only marry those of their class, the common-griffon method which is being friends until you want to take that step to a higher relationship and then marriage, and lastly we got the method where its just friends with benefits. Am I far off in any way?" I said as I drained the last of my mug of ale as I spied another coming my way.

The two griffons at the table gave a nod along with quite a few nods from the other patrons and barmaids.

"Yeah pretty much, but the question is where do you see yourself with us at this moment?" Greta asks me as I am busy trying to process this new information.

Where do I see my standing with these two? I see them as friends sure, I mean who wouldn't want to be friends with these two? Sure they are both a bit abrasive, almost all griffons are naturally like that, but they both are nice and kind-hearted (when they want to be) and also that they had my back when I returned with the damn holy griffon relic.

Relationship wise, where do I see myself with them, well I see us as friends but...could I even imagine myself fucking them? I mean, sure I fucked that diamond dog bitch back in the warrens, but I had to do it to get supplies for myself and the group I was going to rescue to get the hell out of dodge. Sure the diamond dog is somewhat human-like seeing how they are bipedal, has tits (not sure how I was supposed to play with six of them but I will figure that out at a later date), and also is bipedal, but the griffon form is...well, feral is a word I wouldn't use to their face cause I would like mine to remain attached to my head and all of my blood to stay in my body along with my dick to remain attached.

Having sex with a griffon will provide me with hurtles to overcome such as differences in body shape and compatibility and many other things I can't think of at the moment.

'If I can fuck a diamond dog into submission and not feel like I just fucked a dog, then I am more than sure that I can safely assume that I can fuck a griffon not feel like I just fucked a lion...eagle...bird cat thing. I may need more liquid courage to even cross that bridge if the time comes for it.'

Looking at the two hens and after mulling it over for a bit, I picked my words carefully because I would rather not loose them as friends.

"As we currently are, we are close friends. I am all for preening your wings when you ask me to but anything else and I have to think on it." and with that said I at first thought they were going to be sad or disappointed, but the gleam in their eyes says otherwise.

The two hens heard what I said, and when they didn't hear a 'no' on any future sex with them, the two of them started to smile and I realized that I had just sealed my fate with them.

Looks like in the future I just may be sleeping with my two best friends...I am sure that nothing bad will come of it, I am sure that nobody in the noble community will see this as an opportunity to sling mud on my name for being friends and sleeping with commoners. And if they do then they can go fuck themselves cause they can't control who I stick my dick in.

Unless they are the king and they are trying to groom me to marry their daughter, but that shit isn't happening, right? I mean the king wouldn't let me touch his daughter in such a way and let me live, hell his daughter doesn't even fucking like me like that so I think I may be safe...god I hope I am safe from that harpy.

To me, I believe in being romantically involved with one person, but me and my partner are free to sleep with whoever you choose. Love and sex are two separate things in my eyes, and probably the eyes of other people as well. I think this line of thinking may come back to bite me in the ass later down the road but eh, fuck 'em, if they don't like my morals, philosophies, standards and other shit than they can all go get bent.

Gilda was the first to speak up and she had this twinkle in her eyes that is quite possibly carnal lust...or the onset of a desire to make me hers and hers alone...I have no fucking clue, I am just grasping at straws cause I know barely anything on griffons aside from the fact that they like it when I preen their wings because I do a better job than talons can ever do, they like it when I pet their heads, also that they are loyal to their friends and family to a fault, and that they are a bit of honor before reason type of people.

"So you aren't against the idea?" Greta asked as she cradled her mug of cheap ale, only partially drunk and was just begging to be emptied.

"Nope, I mean with me this far from home and that I don't really see you all as any different from a human aside from physical appearance, so yeah I am willing to deal with that when the time comes." I said as I polish off mug number two and ate a scone to help chase it down.

The two hens looked at each other for a moment, coming to a silent agreement before Greta spoke up.

"Ian, Gilda and I are wondering if you would like to be in a flock with us."

Looking at the two, I reached into my pocket, made a 50/50 mental call and flipped the coin before letting it land on the table as it spun on the wooden surface.

Are you seriously flipping a coin to decide on whether or not you hook up with those two? What the actual fuck!? my mysterious benefactor shouted at me inside my head and it nearly scared the shit out of me from how sudden it was and that it came out of nowhere.

'Hey, I don't know if there will be any negative repercussions for doing this let alone if those two will get into any trouble from either their peers or someone in a position of power. I am just trying to look out for them is all.'

Uh huh...whatever you say 'player', just be careful with their beak and talons, it would be a real pain if you were to lose the master of ceremonies because they accidentally nipped it at the root or sliced it off.

'Please don't remind me of the dangers of having sex with a griffon, I pretty much already know the dangers involved because it makes basic sense, that beak and those talons are dangerous enough as is, it makes me shudder to think what it could do to me if they aren't careful.'

Whatever you say stud muffin, just try not to end up being neutered. and with that my mysterious benefactor began to cackle like a madman before leaving me alone once more to my thoughts.

Mentally rolling my eyes hard enough that imaginary stone grinding against stone sounds can be heard as the slowly fading sounds of cackling laughter begin to fade away into nothingness.

Looking down at the table I saw that the coin I flipped has landed on tails and my mind immediately went places, and I must say that I am sort of liking it. I mean if I am going to be fucking my two good friends who are clearly not human, but hey, I may be the only human in human history that has fucked an alien and will soon be marking down a second alien race to the tally board, unless Area 51 is real then I am only 1 for 1.

"Sooo......Gilda, Greta...how would this flock thing work for the three of us?" And like fucking magic the two of them become heat-seeking missiles and leapt over the table and tackled me to the floor, forcing a yelp of surprise from my lips as I get forced to the wooden floor as my mug of ale spills over and my half-eaten scone rolls off the table onto the floor.

The two griffons were hugging me from both sides, I heard what I can assume is purring that is coming from both of my friends and that they are nuzzling into the crook of my neck with such ferocity that I worry that it may get nipped any second now. Looking downward at the two hens laying atop of me I am wondering which one of them is going to make their move first and lay claim to me and declare themselves alpha hen if that is a thing.

Glancing at Gilda I saw that she was in no condition to make such a move cause I can smell that she must of had at least five mugs of cheap liquor flowing in her veins while her opposite had roughly three or less, Gilda was also the heavy drinker of the two so she may already be out of the running.

So this is my life now, being a knight to a foreign nation on a completely different planet in a different dimension or reality and my two best friends are now something more that I have no idea on how to describe it. I have no fucking idea how this happened or if this is even a good thing, but fuck it, I deserve a little happiness in my life even though my life is probably is in greater risk here than it ever was back home because I no longer have access to decent medicine and doctors so if I get seriously injured here than I am fucked.

Looking back at the two griffons currently laying on top of me who were a little too far gone as they were hugging the shit out of me, purring and nuzzling my neck like actual cats, I wrapped my arms around them as I wiggled around ever so slightly to give myself enough leverage with my legs still on the bench I was last sitting on to and tried to pull myself up but alas I am not that strong enough to do such a thing. Even with griffons not being that heavy to pick up I still couldn't hoist my two friends up and pull myself back onto the bench, now if it was just one griffon in my arms I am sure that I could have done such a feat of strength.

"So uhh, guys, is there anything else I should know about you griffons or is this pretty much it?" I asked my two new girlfriends I mean henfriends...this will take me a while to get used to thinking and possibly saying but anyways.

Gilda was the first to stop with the nuzzles and purrs as she looked up at me, face redder than a tomato as if she just got caught buying porn by her mother. She just looked so cute as her fur and feathers fluffed up, trying to make herself look bigger but all it did was make me want to hug her more, its like when my pet bird fluffed up when it got cold or when it fell asleep.

Greta on the other hand kept on going but she spoke as she continued with the neck nuzzling and purring.

"Aside from what you already know from what we have told you, well firstly our tails displays to others our emotions to other griffons as outsiders tend to think that our tails just tells them that we are feeling agitated. Another thing is that when you see us griffons puff up like this is for a number of reasons, one of them is if we are feeling threatened we will puff up to make ourselves appear larger and try to scare off the threat and another is if we are extremely embarrassed, and if very rarely after a round of sex that is amazing beyond belief." Greta said as I tried to hold back a laugh at that last bit, to be so fluffed up after getting fucked silly, I would actually love to see that.

"Then there is tail touching, that is forbidden unless you are family or are mates, and between the griffons who are mates they will sometimes let their tails wrap around one another to show others that they are mates. Tail yanking is the fastest way to get your face clawed off because it sets us off that another predator has us in their grasp and that we will blindly swing at whatever it is, also that it hurts like hell when somebody yanks on it." And for a moment I actually wondered if I should pull on a griffons tail but thought against it because if its anything like pulling a cats tail then that is a express ticket to missing face and fingers junction.

"Anything else?"

"Aside from don't pull our tails, we puff up and that we hens get a tad bit territorial when other hens try to take our rooster away from us. That is just about it, also that when our heat season comes you may need to either stay away from us or you will probably be tied to the bed for the next two weeks till it passes."

That last bit sent a shiver of fear down my spine, I don't know if I can survive two weeks of sexually charged and needy lion-eagle hybrids, I think I will be either run ragged and be in dire need of water and food, or that I will be hiding in my room at the castle for two weeks with the door locked.

"And just when is this heat season exactly?" I asked, afraid that her answer would be 'tomorrow' and that this was pretty much the only warning that I am going to be getting.

"Oh in about a two months, summer is almost over and when fall comes..." Gilda says as she keeps purring.

Two months...two months till doomsday, I hope the castle staff will keep me hidden for those two weeks.

"So what do we do now?" I ask as the three of us are still laying on the floor with many of the tavern patrons are either looking at us as if we are about to fuck there and now or are back to drinking and minding their own business.

And it was the barmaid that explained to me what a flock is that gave us our options in a blunt manner.

"Well if you three are going to be rutting like rabbits than you can either take yourselves back home or go rent a room for the night cause you three can't be fucking here. Cause I sure as the seven hells ain't gonna be cleaning up that mess." the hen barmaid said as she placed down another mug of ale for me along with my beer biscuits before taking my old mug away and went back to work.

The three of us looked at one another before we untangled ourselves and sat back down on the bench but this time my two friends are sitting rather close to me, like pressing themselves into me close. Not like I see anything wrong with this but the problem is that it is making me a tad bit uncomfortable because of how hot it has been lately.

It was a bit awkward for us for a while as we sat there, drinking our cheap ale and eating our scones before we decided to call it quits before we become too inebriated to even walk. Between the three of us, Gilda and Greta know where each other live and know that I live in the palace of royalty but I have no idea where these two live so Gilda had the first honor of showing me where she calls home. Our slightly sluggish walk to Gilda's abode took almost thirty minutes since I can't fly and that it would have been faster if I could but alas I am lacking in the wing department, but anyways we eventually make it to Gilda's home and I must say that it isn't much of a surprise as it was actually one of the houses that is built at the end of a trees in Griffonstone.

I don't know how those homes are even capable of staying where they are without snapping the tree in half but hey, they managed it just fine so I guess that it may involve some sort of magic. Gilda fumbles a bit with the front door, pulling a key out from underneath the small welcome mat before inserting it into the lock and turning the knob, the three of us bumbling inside and I can say that while it is a bit messy it still has that homey feeling to it.

Gilda proceeded to point around and say where everything is at before leading us upstairs and showed us her room.

The room itself reminds me of my own back home, typical college room with things everywhere, bedsheets partially off the bed and on the floor next to the bed is a pair of silky-looking socks and panty's.

Gilda's face was red to the point that I thought her head going to explode out of sheer embarrassment while Greta was snickering to herself while also her cheeks were flushed scarlet. All I could do was tilt my head at the sight because this was something I wasn't honestly expecting to see in this world for a variety of reasons, most of them logical with a few being illogical and outright outrageous.

'...uh, huh, looks something like that does exist in the world...but why? They barely even wear clothes so why in every hell out there do they need stuff like this? Oi! Mysterious voice! I got some questions for you!'

And like magic the voice came although it was cackling like a madman because it must have seen what I just saw unless my mysterious benefactor is normally batshit crazy.

Oh sweet Celestia's teats! I didn't think that this griffon would have such raunchy clothes! Oh delicious chaos this is a feast for the eyes! My favored acolyte of chaos is about to bed his two best friends and he invites me over to watch! To think that you are into voyeurism! What a naughty boy you are! Gahahahahaha!

Of course I should have known that they would do this but meh, can't really anticipate a crazy godly being, I mean can you anticipate Sheogorath from the Elder Scrolls series? I don't think so.

'I only called upon you because if I tried talking I would probably be slurring and would more than likely trip on either them or fall on them, so please just listen to me for a moment before you fuck off to do whatever it is you chaos beings do for fun!'

For a moment I thought I saw something moving in the shadows in the room but I think it was just a trick of the light but for a split second I could have sworn it was something snake-like and it had a pair of wings and limbs that obvious didn't match anything on it.

Oh you are such a sourpuss! You need to learn to relax! Take a load off or maybe in this case, blow a load! Gahaha! Get it? Cause you are finally get to bust that nut after so long that I am surprised they haven't blew out yet!

I am wondering that if I roll my eyes any harder that would they pop out of my head or simply sound like stone grinding against stone from how hard they are rolling.

'Oh for fucks sake, I just called on you because you are old enough to probably know these things so I am wondering why the hell do griffons even have sexy lingerie in the first place?'

Because even griffons need to look sexy for their spouse every once in a while and what better way then to dress up and be like a Hearth's Warming Eve present!

'How is a clothed griffon sexier than a naked one?' I asked this because to me this confused the hell out of me, I am so used to the human standard because come on, we all know that the internet is for porn, everything else is just a free bonus.

How should I know? I don't think any of them are attractive as I!

'Some help you are buddy.' I thought to myself as I continued to stare at the lone panty on the floor.

"So uhh...Gilda, any reason why you got that just laying around?" I asked as I walked over and picked up with a single finger, this was almost like the time I walked into my ex-girlfriend's room with the exception that it was slightly less messy, an empty box of chicken nuggets on the floor, and also a dildo sitting on her nightstand.

At first when I saw the dildo I had thought that she was just a Marvel fan because it was the Infinity Gauntlet, turns out it was the joke dildo called the Infinity Fist. Up until I got here to this world I would tease her for it, that is until she threatened to beat me to death with it and I don't know what hole that fist was inserted into last time.

The blushing griffon could only stutter as she stumbled toward the underwear and when she leaned down to pick them up she fell face first into the floor and when I went to go check up on her I heard the all telling sound of snoring.

I turned to look at Greta who looked like she was also well on her way to falling face first as well so I picked up the half-awake griffon by wrapping an arm around her middle and placed her on the bed before grabbing Gilda as well and placed her next to her friend and after a moment of thinking if I should do this or not I thought 'why not, not like they will remember any of this in the morning' and crawled in as well.

The next morning came a little too soon than I was expecting. I couldn't get a single wink of sleep last night as I felt both griffons lying next to me were nuzzling, hugging and grinding against me the entire night. The amount of purring that is happening around me is immense, it is loud, and I am afraid that if I try to move away that I may get clawed by sleeping griffons who is using me as a source of warmth and as a pillow.

When the dynamic duo finally do wake up and notice what they are doing to me let alone smell me, they quickly scoot away while I am still staring at the ceiling, thinking to myself 'how did I get here'.

Eventually the pair apologized and they just looked so sad at what they did even though it was probably their instincts to try and coat me in their scent so others don't try to take me away. That and with how drunk and horny they were last night I am surprised that was all that they have done to me.

Rolling my eyes and sighing I sit up and grab the two before pulling them in for a hug, my head resting above theirs as I nuzzled the top of their feathers. The reaction I got from the two was a squawk and their bodies entering full fluff mode.

"You know you two shouldn't be embarrassed by what you did, I was somewhat expecting that to happen. I am just happy to know that you two like me that way." I said as I began to stroke their wings, causing them to slightly twitch as I began to hear purring emanate from the two.

"So...ladies, uh...I guess I'll go make breakfast?" I said as I sat up and scooted myself out of bed, releasing a loud yawn as I stretched and popped my back before exiting the room with a pair of hens in tow.

Apparently they weren't expecting me to forgive them that easily let alone cook them breakfast, I guess it must be a griffon thing or something. After breakfast I should take a bath, I must smell like cheap ale, scent of horny griffons, sweat and shame, and from the little tour guide I was given of Gilda's home, her bathroom is rather small and I think that I can have a bit of privacy when I clean myself off. I just have to hope that I don't get a pair of peeping hens spying on me while I cleanse myself of the stench of yesterday.

What a way to end a week, my friends admitted that they like/love me, I am now no longer single, my projects have been approved by the king and a majority of the griffon council approve of it, and most importantly, my secret side project is nearing completion.

The next day was the date of which I was going to be sent to the designated town to construct the fishery and the sawmill, and while normally I would be thrilled to be out and about instead of either being stuck in the training yard getting better acquainted with the floor or one-upping my instructor, or talking to the forge master to check on his progress or even enjoying the time with my friends, but to be gone for what may very well be months at a time...

I would rather get someone else to do the job but I fear that they might fuck it up in some way or be another traitor just waiting to steal what little knowledge that I hand out. So here I am, leaving in a caravan train heading north to Talon's End and establishing a fishery and sawmill to better the lives of the griffons living there all the while maintaining a good relationship with the noble who owns that land. To think that this is how I am going to be spending the last portion of the year, well things could be worse.

Some asshole can see this as an opportunity to steal from the town I am helping because they just got a fresh shipment of raw materials, tools and food.

But nobody is that brazen and bold that far up north, right?

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