It was not all too often that Siader takes a vacation himself, one of the least often to do so among the other of his crew. But when he does, he prefers his quiet little cabin in the heart of Schrader's territorial claim. One reason was the relationship he had with the wyvern that claimed that territory, and the other was the remoteness of it. Nearly thirty-five miles from the nearest urban development, his cabin was on a privately owned 64 acre parcel of land surrounded on all sides by a Yuliyian national park. While his personal parcel was well enough developed, with plenty of modern day amenities, the surrounding park was deliberately left untouched, beyond a few maintained hiking trails, invasive species mitigation, and intermittent logging activities to keep the woodlands healthy and prevent them from becoming too overgrown.

But Siader was rarely alone at his cabin, often taking a guest or two along with him. Sometimes one of the married dolphin couples he got along far too well with. But this time he invited what seemed a rather special guest. What words he used to convince the cosmic horror to visit him in his getaway cabin, who could tell? But he had the cosmic horror there none the less. At least on the second day.

The first day would be spent in getting things set up for his stay at his cabin, removing protective coverings, cleaning the cabin, cleaning and filling the pool in the pool room, double checking all of the equipment, walking the perimeter to check the security barrier. The first evening alone would with him showering, preparing and eating a meal, and relaxing with some simple classical music. No shows, no movies, no podcasts, no news, nothing but his music and his own thoughts. As he relaxed in his cabin, he would enjoy the privacy of his home away from home without the friction or limitation of clothing.

Relaxing in his saltwater pool, Siader sat back with an arm over the edge of the pool. It was not nearly as large as the pool he enjoyed at the group's primary home, but it was plenty deep and large enough to enjoy. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back and began to rub his slit lips with a hand. Nice and gentle, at first, a simple self tease as he let his mind wander. After several minutes of teasing himself, he slipped his tapered breeding tool out into the enjoyably cool water, wrapping his fingers around it to begin stroking. Slow and steady, running his hand along his sensitive spire of flesh, he stroked himself while intermittently taking advantage of his prehensile nature to wrap himself around his hand. He used it as a bit of exercise, honing his ability to manipulate his own cock in such a way was a pleasant endeavor. The better he was at it, the less he head to think about it, like using his hands he enjoyed the dexterity of his breeding tool perhaps a bit too much. Over the years since his started with it, he had reduced it beyond needing even the most minor thought.

Siader would enjoy several climaxes within his pool, though he would not worry about his volume too much. The pool's circulating filters would clean it soon enough...

Waking from bed the following morning, before the sun began to rise, the sizeable 8'5" cetacean would enjoy a simple breakfast of fried salmon before sitting on his sofa and awaiting his expected guest. Sitting back with his tail forward and legs spread comfortably, he laid a leg across the sofa while he looked over the room he was in. Even on vacation, his mind, for the most part, would not fully shut off. As the sun's first rays shined through his window, he licked his lips as he saw and felt the cosmic horror he awaited manifest atop his right thigh. With the attractive hippogryph straddling his strong leg, facing him, he reached a hand around him, gripping that shapely rear to pull the femboy in a bit closer.

With the hippogryph clothed in his typical ruby red leotard, the larger dolphin would reach his left hand in to the other's crotch, gently fondling that bulge for the moment before offering a rather direct verbal suggestion as to how the equine-avian would surely be more comfortable in his physical manifestation if he were wearing nothing at all. With some gentle encouragement, the dolphin would be happy to see that leotard seemingly evaporate from the cosmic horror he held in his arm, his hand no longer tending a bulge, but more directly those decent equine balls.

Groping and fondling the horse-bird in his presence, happily waiting for that glowing green shaft to come to full arousal before him, he would switch his attention to the sensitive flesh of that rod, stroking slowly and surely along that length. With the question posed to him as to why the cosmic horror was being subjected to the sensual pleasures of the flesh at the dolphin's hand, the answer was decently well concealed in a miry fog in the cetacean's mind, something the dolphin learned to do to bring further intrigue to the mind reading cosmic horror in front of him, making him wait for an answer he would clearly see in the less capable mind.

Without any prompt, the dolphin would feel the manifestation of Pentazer's tendrils coiling along his body, keeping his eyes locked with the swirling ethereal flames that represented the hippogryph's eyes. The first wrapped around his leg, coiling up around it to gently hold it in place. The second, appearing shortly after the first, snaked its way up around that thick dolphin tail, before plunging itself into that tail hole, slowly spreading it open with the taper of the tendril. The third came shortly after the second started to spread that sphincter, wrapping itself gently around the dolphin's neck.

Letting out a quiet breath through his blowhole, Siader would slip his tapering cock out of his genital slit, quickly feeling his desire answered by another tendril coiling around it, stroking him gently while he stroked the hippogryph...

With the massage the one tentacle offered his prostate from within his tail hole, and the stimulation offered by the one wrapped around his sensitive cock, it would not take long for a decent amount of pre to start presenting itself at the tip of that naturally slick cock. Over the next few moments, his eyes never once leaving the hippogryph's, his maleness would become increasingly slick with pre and natural lubricant, the cosmic horror knowing just how to get the dolphin going.

The question hung in the air, whether spoken through a closed beak, or directly into his mind, it seemed almost more like a request then a demand.