tofi's trail

Outside the Gessom Bank, there was a large marble statue painted in bright colours in the shape of a griffon. It was crafted with incredible detail, making its fur look soft and its face alive. The eyes were carved so that it seemed they followed people with its gaze, threatening them against trying anything that they oughtn't.

Vulpine had been a teller at the bank for nearly fifty years, passing by the statue on his way inside and outside every day as he came and left. He didn't need to pass it, there was an employee entrance in the back that would allow him a shorter walk to his home, but he preferred taking the steps to the large double doors and slipping in through the side door just around the corner. Because he adored that statue. The reason why he had tried so hard to become employed at Gessom Bank was because he adored that statue.

It wasn't uncommon for Vulpine to end up working very late hours at the bank, making him one of the last to leave. He had been asked if he wouldn't want to just leave the tasks to someone else, since he didn't have to be the one to finish them, but he didn't mind the overtime. In fact, he definitely didn't mind the overtime, though he didn't tell others just how much he didn't mind it.

The overtime, after all, allowed him alone time with the large griffon.

Once Vulpine wrapped up the last of that day's work, far into the small hours, he would pack up and slip out the side door by the front. He then would wait until the last of the janitorial staff would leave about ten, thirty minutes later, and he would head over to the statue. Vulpine put down his bag by its rump, out of view of both passersby’s and security guards.

It was a pleasant alone-time that he then would spend near the statue.

Just like any day, this evening he touched a reverent palm to the griffon's cold marble skin. Vulpine let out a shivering sigh. He slowly ran his fingertips along the painted stone, soaking up the tingling sensation running up his arms from his fingers.

It sat on its large pedestal, watchful gaze seemingly locked on Vulpine as he neared its front leg. He ran a hand along the rippling fur, strands so large and thick that he could close his hand around only one at a time. Each strand was coarse, yet soft, so alive in his mind.

Vulpine reached one of its massive front paws. He leaned against it, pressing his nose in among the grooves made by each individual hair. The painted marble smelled of the coastal town, of salt and ocean water, and of the last breath of sunlight that made it glow so brightly during the day. Vulpine stroked his hand along one of the large toes, and he leaned against the statue. The paw’s fur was shorter than that on the legs, softer. Vulpine searched the front of his britches, undoing buttons to allow his hand space to slip inside his undergarments. He let out a sigh of relieved pleasure as his hand closed around his flesh, which already ached with need.

Tongue running along the stone fur, Vulpine drank in the dew that wet its sleek texture. His fingers twisted around his cock, and his other hand’s fingers curved around one large claw of marble. Satisfaction always came all too fast, leaving Vulpine resting his cheek against the statue and his gaze blurred. He stared up at the starry sky that was starting to show past thick clouds; a streak of light passed his vision, and Vulpine thought, Oh, how nice it would be if it really could love me as I love it.

Vulpine was well aware that one should always be careful when wishing upon falling stars, as they carried immense power. But for a moment of longful bliss, the demonic creature forgot himself, wishing for something though he absolutely shouldn't. He was too caught up in his body twitching to notice the blinking eyes. The shifting beneath him he imagined was his own body shifting. Then he tumbled to his back, and stared into eyes painted gold and red, and his own eyes widened in shock as a beak widened in front of him, showing sharp teeth and a pointed tongue. A piercing bird's call echoed against the stone buildings. It knocked the air out of Vulpine’s lungs.

The statue was alive. It moved, pacing around Vulpine, who, shocked, sat on the ground, twisting his head and upper body to try to keep it in his gaze at all times.

He was shoved, with that large beak, and Vulpine winced as he was pushed to his feet. He was herded to the pedestal, where his bag lay toppled where the griffon used to sit. The griffon, now, paced the stairs up to the bank, its sharp eyes never leaving Vulpine’s slim, reddish form dressed in his heller’s uniform and outer coat. Vulpine’s tail curled in the night air, and his cock twitched within his wet britches. He swallowed hard.

"Oh- amazing..." Vulpine breathed out, as he watched the massive creature of stone take the steps ten at a time. It stopped right in front of the pedestal, its unwavering gaze locked upon Vulpine. He held his breath, only to release it in a cough as the beak was shoved against his chest. He tumbled backward, wheezing. The griffon's large paws shook the ground as it stepped up on the platform. Its tail lashed, swiping Vulpine to the side and into the middle of the pedestal.

The statue settled its paws around him, as though caging him in between its four feet. Vulpine sat still, watching as it kneaded the ground like a cat might for a while before stilling. He couldn't see the night sky any more, only the darkness that enveloped him.

Although capable of seeing in the dark as though it were morning, Vulpine found himself unable to see a thing, which meant that there was not a single crack available to let in even a thin sliver of light in his marble prison. After several minutes, where he let his heart calm and his breath even out, Vulpine rolled onto his hands and knees, and pushed himself carefully to his feet. He rose to his fill height, and carefully, with one foot gently sliding in front of the other and hands outstretched, moved through the space.

It was cavernous, and when he called out his voice echoed. His fingertips bumped against something, and Vulpine splayed his palm open to feel for what it was. It was something long, and high. As he rested both palms against it, he could feel that it was pulsing. Vulpine gasped, but didn't dare guess right away. He slid his hands along the marble, cool yet warm all at once, until he reached a ridge that flared outward. The edges were curvy, a corner leading toward a rounded shape. It shivered beneath his touches. He found a divet, and when he felt the tangy scent of arousal, he knew that the wetness on his fingers was coming from the stone griffon's cock.

Vulpine was amazed by the discovery. His body tensed, shivering in excitement. He let out a slow, deep breath that sounded partially like a drawn-out "yeesssss".

Vulpine found the very tip, sticking out his tongue to lap at the fluids that it leaked. He hummed happily, as pre-cum dripped down his front, soaking his uniform through to his skin. He refused to pull away as he undressed, the sound of his shoes clipping to the stone a distant one in the back of his mind. Vulpine flapped his wings, drawing a line with his tongue along the glans as he flew upward, following along with the curve of the cock head. He sat down on top of the statue's cock, just beneath the hard fleshy rise of skin. He kneaded it with his hands, curled his fingers around it, and as it peeled back, he slid along the shaft. He wished he could see it grow more and more exposed, but Vulpine settled for, with a few beats of his wings, landing on the pulsing rod. His legs spread wide as he slid down to straddle the huge cock. It was wet, and smelled of damp old rock, of wet dust. Vulpine pressed his face against it, and drew in a long, happy lungful of breath, basking in the slightly mossy scent. He felt his balls contact, and he moaned as a spurt of cum shook his body. Just the smell of the thing was incredibly arousing.

But he couldn't let himself be consumed with his own pleasure so quickly. He had been given such a gift, to be granted the shaft of the stone beast he had been yearning for for decades, and he needed to take every moment in.

His kisses were small, though full. He slid his tongue along the cold twitching stone, breathed in the deep musk, stroked with wet fingers along the hard shaft. His cock rubbed against the massive one beneath him, hard and leaking. At times, he had to shift his arm down to squeeze around the base of his balls to stop himself from cumming, and he grew harder and harder. The pain was delicious, but he couldn't allow himself to reach his limits yet. Not when there was so much griffon rod left to explore and to pleasure.

And explore it he did, every inch was given attention, lavished with lips and tongue and hands. It twitched and shook underneath him, and he whispered to the stone creature to not cum yet, to wait until it was inside of him.

Because he needed it inside of him. It was huge, its diameter thicker than Vulpine was tall, but he was a succubus, he wasn't worried. He had dreamed of this for so very long, after all, that he wouldn't give the opportunity up for anything, no matter what.

It was a good thing that Vulpine knew how to fly, because it allowed him to find the position that he needed to have the tip of the beast's shaft press against his anus. Its slit, longer than Vulpine’s arm, leaked fluids onto Vulpine’s bare skin, soaking him and covering him. He was sticky, his skin dripping with it. He flapped his wings, flying a bit upward with his rump sliding against the enormous cock to a position where he wouldn’t simply slide into the griffon’s slit. Vulpine spread himself open with his hands and with his tail, stretching his hole as wide as he was able. Then he floated backward, pressing his hole up against the huge tip behind him.

It didn't go smoothly, or easily. He slid along the tip, having to reposition himself several times before finally his ass allowed the large stone cock a place to press in. It didn't actually fit, but the burning stretch, which made Vulpine’s eyes widen and bulge and tear up, was wonderful. He was stretched further and further, as he pushed back onto the cock. His body accommodated it, thanks to the sexual magic that he was born with. It allowed the cock to push further and further, pressing his organs aside to give it space. It stretched his skin tight, tight. Vulpine whimpered, one of his hands reaching down to his cock to stop himself from cumming. He soon couldn't reach, and as his stomach bulged out around the humongous glans, Vulpine came hard. His eyes rolled back, his tongue lolling, and still with only the stone statue's cock head barely inside of him, Vulpine was near passing out from the sensation wracking his body.

Then there was a large paw, stretching back to grasp Vulpine’s orgasm spasming form. It pushed him down, stretching his reddish skin pale. Vulpine’s eyes bugged, his legs spasmed, and his hands tried to reach his cock to jerk himself off. The griffon pulled Vulpine off, almost the full way, before pushing him back down onto its cock. Vulpine’s cock spilled cum, his eyes leaked tears, and drool fell from his parted lips. The stone creature let out a rumbling grunt that sounded like rocks rubbing against rocks, and thick seed, heavy as cement, spilled into Vulpines belly. It stretched, gravity forming it into a ball that hit the ground heavily. The pleasure Vulpine was filled with was overwhelming. He cried out, voice hoarse from over-stimulation and too many orgasms. The griffon fucked him still, spilling its seed into his stomach until it started to pour out Vulpine’s mouth and nose. It filled his airways, his whole system, and it didn't take long before Vulpine completely blacked out, consumed by the pleasure riding his body. The stony cum filled each millimeter of his being, altering his form completely.

In the morning, there would be a strange new addition to the old statue. At least for anyone who cared to have a closer look.

Tumbling Amidst Stone