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"I'll carry him, thank you very much," Eli grumbled while Brett's face rested against his neck, his arms squeezing his freshly seeded mate possessively as gloved hands tried to take the former human from him. "Can't trust you bastards won't run off with him when I'm not looking." Something about his attitude sent a chill through Brett and a jolt through his drooling sex. He'd never felt this wanted before, and whether it was his transformation guiding his mind, or a latent need to be dominated, he felt safe with the griffin stud.

Brett looked around with hazy, half-lidded eyes. Masked men with cattle prods flanked Eli, and as the newly transformed man's gaze lit over the griffin's chest, he could see faint scars beneath his feathers. Was the griffin a prisoner? There was little choice in where he was allowed to go, judging by the purposeful way they herded him through the halls with their weapons at the ready. Would Brett also be a prisoner for the next three weeks?

Soon enough, Eli's echoing footfalls stopped in place in front of a heavy-looking door. Calming fingers caressed Brett's rump, and those golden eyes stared approvingly down at him as the bulky griffin maneuvered him through the door, cradling his head to keep it free from the metal frame. "Well, here it is, my sweet little hen. Your new home. Sorry, it's not exactly the lap of luxury."

Glancing around the space confirmed Brett's suspicions. The room was dingy, though clean, and very sparsely appointed. A large bed with comfortable-looking sheets and a thick comforter sat against the far wall, but that seemed to be the end of the griffin's comfort. His shower was a drain in the floor with a showerhead above it in a recessed corner of the room, and a metal toilet sat a few feet away from it, devoid of privacy. It could only be a cell.

Strong arms guided Brett's feet to the ground, and steadying hands held him up, helping him to the bed. When he sat on the edge of the bed, Eli slid to his knees and pressed his cheek to Brett's furred stomach. "I'm sorry for all that macho bullshit." Gentle fingers spread Brett's thighs and traced a slow path towards his still-dripping sex. "The last time I tried to be nice, the new hen attacked me, so it's easier to act like some alpha douchebag and hope they buy it." Apologetic fingers traced Brett's lower lips, and blunted claws circled his clit, drawing a soft gasp from his oversensitive mate. "I should have dropped the act sooner, with how sweet you've been. Good boys deserve a reward." His words whispered over Brett's sex, teasing his glistening, cum-glazed lips with heated air.

Brett would have blushed if his new form was capable of it. There was something so caring and gentle about Eli's ministrations, and those exploring fingers seemed to seek out his most pleasurable spots, making his weak legs shake with need. Pussy muscles clenched as if begging for something to grip, and his tongue slipped out of his beak to dangle at one side. Words failed him, and he couldn't answer Eli's whispered apologies, though they gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling. A sweet little hen? He liked the sound of that.

"Good boy. Let me take care of you." Husky whispers floated up from between Brett's legs, and he felt heated slickness grace his quivering tunnel, circling his entrance and cleaning it of excess griffin cream. Eli's beak softly teased him while that darting tongue lavished care on his tender sex, flicking over his clit with practiced ease, awakening Brett's desire with its ardor. How was he so good at this? Brett could barely think, and every gentle lick shot lightning through his veins while each thrust knotted his inner muscles, clamping those delving digits with desperate need.

Brett's orgasm was far less voluminous this time, though a drool of nectar still graced Eli's eagerly lapping tongue, and his desperate cunt treated those thrusting fingers to a milking massage. "Th-Thank you..." He managed to moan out as his stud's tongue gave one last loving lap along his entire slit, lingering on his pleasure button.

"I told you. You're going to love being mine." Dominance resurfaced in the griffin stud as he drew Brett into a claiming embrace, his gentle hands rolling through feathery down and his chin resting on top of Brett's head as the former human's face buried in those soft pecs. Perhaps it wasn't all an act? Brett hoped it wasn't. His body craved Eli's masculine aggression, though he enjoyed the affection. Why couldn't he have both?

"And at least here with me, you'll be better off than in the hens' quarters. I get perks if I behave myself, but they sit there in a bare room, waiting to give birth. Doc says he's too afraid they'll do something to the eggs." Possessive hands massaged Brett's stomach just above his smooth mound. Was he trying to say he was protecting Brett? Brett's chest tightened at the thought, and his sex throbbed as if demanding another filling.

A loud thud interrupted Brett's exploration of soft muscles, stilling his fingers before they could find their way down to the manhood he craved. Masked and expressionless, one of the facility's staff brought in dual trays of surprisingly tasty smelling food and placed them on the concrete floor before leaving without a word. One of Eli's "perks" must be the food.

"Right on time." Eli stood, his massive package holding Brett's gaze as it bounced under his rounded ass. A dark, glistening pucker caught the light when he kneeled to retrieve the food. Maybe if he asked nicely, the griffin would let him have a taste of that rump for dessert. After all, a perfect little hen served his stud in every way, and the stud's scent was irresistible enough in lower concentrations.

Rare steak, vegetables, and a soft roll stared up at Brett from his tray, and his growling stomach urged him to dive in, using his fingers to scoop the food into his voracious beak. It wasn't until he was almost licking the tray clean that he realized his behavior, and he held back a belch, an embarrassed look crossing his face. Hopefully, his bad manners hadn't turned Eli off.

Eli only chuckled, sliding into bed behind Brett and placing his tray in front of the former human. "Hungry, huh? It's alright. You can have mine. I could stand to lose a few pounds anyway." He slid into bed behind Brett, his warm body cradling him and his gentle hands drawing slow circles over Brett's furred stomach while his preening beak kissed over downy feathers. "With any luck, you're eating for two now." Brett shuddered at the implication, and thoughts of eggs growing in his newly acquired womb brought fresh arousal dripping from his cunny. How many clutches could he bear before his time was up?

Grateful and still ravenous, Brett tucked into the second portion, though this time, he took the time to chew his food. It was delicious, and by the time the second tray was clear, his stomach slightly swelled, and a warm feeling of contentment washed over him.

Soft pecs provided the perfect pillow, and caressing fingers drew lazy trails through his fur while he relaxed into the male's doting touch. A wiggle of his hips revealed Eli's manhood slotted between his buttcheeks, under his thin feline tail, and he squirmed until he was straddling the shaft, his lower lips parted around his girth and rolling along the half-hard length in a slow grind. That thick head looked deliciously perverse, spreading his lips and pulsing against his clit.

"It's all yours, you know. All this cock." A hoarse, aroused whisper graced Brett's ear, and that wickedly sharp beak teased over his pulse, a soft tongue slicking his feathers. Pearls of translucent arousal spread the glistening slit, then rolled from the tip to drool down the shaft, and Brett wondered what those virile secretions would feel like on his tongue.

Still, despite his obvious arousal, it was clear the griffin was holding himself back, and Brett felt a hint of disappointment. He ached for the stretch of Eli's massive dick violating his hole, and he wanted a taste of how rough the griffin could get. There had to be a way to awaken that side of him, to get him to rut Brett like a wild animal.

Brett thought hard on how he could stoke the griffin's flames, and as he rolled his hips to caress that shaft with his thighs, an idea bloomed in his lust-addled mind. He always wanted to try anal, but none of his girlfriends ever went for it, and he knew the idea was incredibly arousing to him when he had a cock of his own.

Leaning forward and lifting his tail, he commandeered a thick string of drooling griffin arousal, spreading it over his virginal rear and slipping one taloned finger into the clenching pucker. Legs spread, and Brett tilted his hips so that the griffin could see every bit of his anal teasing, his pussy pulsing and drooling to the sheets below. Wiggling that muscled butt, he fingered more cockslime into his hole, spreading it with scissoring fingers to show how tight he was, hoping that Eli would take the bait.

"Needy little slut, aren't you?" The griffin's voice growled approvingly, and Brett felt that massive cock smear itself against his fingers, slickening his teasing and adding a lewd squishing squelch to each thrust of his fingers. "You want it in your ass? You sure about that?" The excitement seemed to build in the griffin's prodding, and strong hands removed Brett's delving fingers, slotting that impossibly hard cock against the petite, puffy gape. "Say it for me. Say how much you want it." Hard grinds burned Brett's hole with an aching stretch, but Eli never fully committed to a thrust, though a glance between Brett's legs showed his arousal drooling more copiously. Brett's tease was paying off.

"P-Put it in my ass. Make me yours. P-Pound me." Brett used both hands to spread his muscular buttcheeks, desperately showing off his aching holes to that mammoth cock and shivering with each lingering press that threatened to penetrate him fully. Sloppy strings of concentrated griffin drooled into him with each push, and their gooey heat drove him wild, his need for the griffin's load growing with every drooling deposit. He wanted it so badly, to be fucked open and mated with all the ferocity Eli could muster.

Dulled claws dug into Brett's hips, and that fat griffinhood finally began to make progress into his hole with hard, claiming thrusts, forcing his tight pucker open. Each push slid more of that massive cock deeper into his unexplored depths, and he went limp under the powerful onslaught, shallow but deepening thrusts drawing high-pitched groans from his throat as Eli tested just how rough he could be with his little hen. Fuck yes, this was what he needed, to give himself to his stud's pleasure.

Pushing back on every punishing thrust, Brett panted for more, his back arching and his feline tail wrapping around Eli's waist. Despite the aching in his stretched hole and lesser pleasure radiating from his rear, the realization that he was giving up something far more dirty and intimate for the griffin's enjoyment sent shivering thrills through his body and tied his stomach in knots. Puffy pink clenching lips begged for attention, but Brett enjoyed ignoring their need, their only contact the stinging slap of big balls. His climax could wait until he'd pleased his stud.

Wet, sloppy noises filled the room, and Brett's greedy hole took every squishing slap with increasingly loosening ease, his dripping lips messing Eli's balls with syrupy need. Strong arms pulled him up onto his knees, and greedy hands roamed over his muscular pecs, talons teasing over his nipples as Eli's sharp beak pressed soft bites over his shoulder and neck. That growling voice snarled against Brett's ear, and heavy balls slapped against his heated cunny as that cock buried itself for the final time, erupting deep inside Brett's clutching ass. "Fuck, take it all. Dirty little cunt."

Spearing himself on that pulsing cock, Brett rode out Eli's every spurt, hilting him and keeping him in place until every last drop of his orgasm wrung itself into greedy silken walls. His fingers sought Eli's, guiding them to clutch at his heaving pecs and luxuriating in gentle squeezes. "Can we do that again?" Finally finding his voice, Brett leaned heavily against his panting stud, and he wiggled his ass on that steely hard cock, delighting in the wet squish of his newly deflowered hole. Seemingly permanently in the mood, he was willing to take as many of the griffin's creamy loads as the man could give.

"God, kid. You're making me fall in love." Eli slipped from Brett's rear with a soft growl and guided Brett's beak to his in a claiming kiss. His touch was still gentle and doting but far more greedy with the realization that Brett wanted him, and his fingers hooked themselves in steaming pink pussy, rewarding Brett with deep, plunging fingers as his member surged with new life.

Noah was genuinely surprised. It required WEEKS of negative reinforcement to coerce Eli into mating with the latest subject after the previous woman broke through her bonds and savaged him. Before that, they had to shoot him up with male enhancement drugs to keep him erect for prior inseminations, and he was known for attacking his handlers in an attempt to escape.

Was there something special about this new subject? Eli was so gentle with him, and this was the first time he'd shown anything more than cold indifference to hens. Was the griffin simply homosexual? Or could it be something in the transformation formula? Further testing was needed.

Noah leaned back in his chair, forcing his dick deep into the intern between his legs' throat. As the poor man struggled and gagged, he closed his eyes and basked in the serene sensation of complete control. It wasn't until the struggling man's eyes started to roll back in his head that Noah released him, letting him suck in grateful breaths with a slippery cock against his lips. "Finish me off if you want class credit." He ordered, spearing his cock again into that sloppy, gagging mouth.