Yes and learns something of human courtship

Tar picked up the drink and on three legs, walked over to the two women, who leaned in closer to each other to talk as they giggled. “Thank you for the drink,” he said more formally than either woman was used to men being. “My roommate said it may suggest you want to talk?”

One of the two women laughed, “Yeah, Sondi wants to talk,” the thin, bleached blonde woman said.

“Shut up,” the one called Sondi replied, her frizzy hair sitting out against her dark skin.

Tar put his drink down and reached out a clawed hand to Sondi, “Thank you. May I sit?” he asked.

Sondi nodded and then gave a pointed look to her friend. “Aww, hell no,” she replied. “I’m going to be here all night. She ran a hand through her shaved short hair.

“All night, the fuck you are, Amari,” Sondi shot back.

Amari smiled and brought her drink to her lips, “Those who can’t; live vicariously through their friends who do. Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

Tar was confused as he took a seat on the floor and picked his drink back up. “I have to admit, I’m a little lost,” he confessed.

Amari turned to look squarely at Tar. “My girl Sondi here has been a bit of a furaphile as long as I have known her. I’m not going to leave when she has a shot at making her dreams come true.”

“Amari,” Sondi hissed.

Tar tilted his head in the gesture of a griffon smile, “I don’t know what this is, a furaphile?” he asked.

Both women laughed before Amari said, “Let’s finish our drinks. I think we have a bottle of Jack back at ours. We can continue this conversation there.”

Sondi turned to not face either of them. Tar recognised it as a sign of her being embarrassed. “I am Targar, by the way, and I have the feeling that one, or maybe both of you, are suggesting you would be interested in sex.”

Amari smiled, “Well, isn’t he forward. So Sondi, what do you think? Should we take him back to our place and see what happens?”

Sondi was red-faced and tried to clear her throat. “Well, sure, but, looking at the size of Targar here, one bottle of Jack probably won’t even give him a buzz.”

Amari laughed again, “I don’t think it is the size of his body you are interested in.”

“Amari!” Sondi exclaimed.

“So, Targar, what do you like?” Amari paused for a long moment, and as Sondi went to say something, she added, “I mean to drink, of course.”

“Please call me Tar, and I have become quite partial to tequila and vodka, but if there is something your two would prefer. Or if you would like to introduce me to something else?” he said.

Sondi looked towards the bartender and raised her hand, “A bottle of Grappa, to go.”

A few moments later, the trio were outside. Phil had raised his glass in Tar’s direction as they walked past, and the girls had giggled. “I guess we can’t uber back, not with Tar in the car as well,” Amari commented.

Tar gave the equivalent of a griffon shrug, a slight jerking upwards of his head. “How far is your home?”

“Not real far. We could walk it, but I think Sondi wants to get home soon,” Amari gave a look at Sondi, who blushed again.

Tar stepped between them and wrapped his forelegs around their waists, “You are not afraid of heights, are you?” he asked.

Without waiting for a response, he unfurled his wings and pulled himself and the two women into the air. “Point the way,” he called out as the two women squealed in shock and excitement.

As Sondi pointed in the direction of their place, Amari yelled out, “This is awesome.” She gripped Tar’s hand close to her skin. His hand and claws were against her flesh, the gap between her short skirt and her loose-fitting top. After a few moments of flying, Tar heard her moan and looked down to see she had one hand under her top, playing with her breast. Tar loosened his grip slightly, and she slid down, letting his hand slide up under her top. He held her breast firmly, kneading it as they continued to fly.

Sondi glanced over and saw what was happening and smiled, “I have more to grab up there than Amari,” she said.

Tar took the hint and slid Sondi lower. She was wearing a lacy bra, and Tar quickly shredded the cup with his claws as Sondi moaned.

As they landed in the car park of a unit complex, Sondi turned to look at Tar, “I trust you are going to make it up to me?” she asked.

Amari and Tar both looked at her, and Sondi glanced around to see if anyone else was about. Quickly she pulled her top up. “He ruined my favourite bra.”

Amari laughed, “Oh, I think it looks better.” Amari led the way into the unit complex. The hallways were tight for Tar, his shoulders squeezing through the standard sized doors as they wound their way through long halls. Soon they came to the duo’s door, and Amari unlocked it.

Stepping inside, Amari quickly grabbed a couple of glasses and poured three large glasses of grappa. “So, Tar, tell me. Did you prefer my firm tits or Sondi’s stupidly big tits?”

Tar took the offered glass as Sondi closed the door behind him. “I can think of benefits for each. Your nipples, Amari, are large and firm, and I think you will enjoy feeling my beak on them. Sondi’s breasts are large and softer, but I have to admit, I did, on the flight here, wonder how they would feel around me.”

“Good answer,” Amari said, holding her glass out to both of them to clink.