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This story was written for Miles4 in February 2020. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, as well as transformation/growth and body worship!

Strength of the Heart

Delphia shook with the exertion it took to open the heavy stone doorway to the temple. The feathers upon the gryphon's upper body ruffled, and her lower half's fur bristled as she grunted and pushed the door open with all her might, little as it was. For many of the gryphons of the capital, those who mattered, the door wouldn't have even registered as a challenge. They were more than strong enough to overcome that particular rite of passage without a thought. But for others, for people like Delphia herself who lacked strength in a world were strength was everything; not just power, but respect and understanding and goodness as written by the law of the land, it was one of the hundreds of signs they met with each and every day throughout these lands which let them know that they were failing to live up to the expectations of their betters. Either they needed to get stronger, or to remain subservient and silent in reverence of the strong.

But, that wasn't Delphia's way. It never had been. She had never been strong, physically speaking. She had never been powerful or even the slightest bit interested in attaining power, not even to defend herself as she grew up and faced the wrath of her peers as they learned just how prized strength was in their culture, and how easily and readily they were able to punish and abuse those who failed to work for the same strength they had attained. Idly Delphia rubbed her left forearm just above where her feathers gave way to the scale-like flesh of her clawed hands. The feathers had never fully grown back in properly after her wrist had been broken by one of her classmates. Her parents had begged her to train in the wake of that incident. To learn to fight. To reclaim her honour and pride by beating the one who had hurt her within an inch of his life, or beyond.

Instead however, Delphia had forgiven him. She had explained to her parents that she understood why he had done what he did, because he was following the same rules of society as they were asking her to follow now, not because of any true malice he held against her.

From that day forth, Delphia had known no family. No home.

And now, many years later, though she had forged a small home for herself and used it and what other scarce resources she had to help and show kindness, love and empathy to other gryphons she encountered who felt as she did... or even the strong who found themselves in need of assistance when they grew ill or old or after a conflict with an even stronger gryphon, Delphia was still small, and weak, and utterly opposed to the idea of using brute strength to impose her will upon the world around her. Yet still, here she was, visiting the grand temple of Strength for the first time in her adult life. Shuffling her way between stronger, taller gryphons who glared at her with distrust and suspicion and anger at the dishonour that her short, skinny stature brought by its mere presence while they strutted around and flexed and preened at the centre of a society that revered what they had all moulded themselves into being.

Delphia was not there because she had found a change of heart, though. She was not there because finally her will had broken, and she had come to beg the gods of Strength and Power for a chance to earn such strength by her own right. No. She was here because of a scroll. Because a month ago she had managed to smuggle into her own possession a scroll upon which was written an ancient prophecy heralded as one of the core tenets of their society. The prophecy which was said to have started gryphon society down its path to regarding strength and power as the sole heavenly virtues of life with its words, and yet... one which now she had reason to believe had been manipulated and changed from the very beginning by the first King of the new era to provide a basis for his rise to power.

In the original prophecy, it said that gryphonkind would rise to power on an empire born of strength beyond compare. And sure enough, they had, expanding their influence over so many lands beyond their own through military conquest. But what a lot of gryphons had forgotten, and what few were able to learn these days given how poorly regarded the ability to read was as a skill, was that the prophecy spoke of much more than just an empire. It spoke of gryphons gifted the power of the gods themselves, not just strength as regarded by mortal beings, but strength of a divine nature. It did not speak in metaphor or in uncertain and wavering terms. The prophecy literally said that gryphons were meant to be able to harness the gods' strength as their own. But... what even those who did read the prophecy as dictated by the first King would never have known, was that there was one final line to the prophecy. A line which had been meticulously erased from existence by the first King and his supporters back when he had first risen to power and instated his new Rule of the Strong.

'...and the greatest strength of all, the strength by which all other virtue should be measured, is the strength of the heart. The goodness, the kindness of the soul. Show that strength in every act you undertake, and the strength of the Gods shall be yours.'

As soon as Delphia had read that scroll, she knew that she had to come here. She knew that she had to try and see if there was any truth to the prophecy in its apparent true form. Not for herself. Not because she wanted a better life. But because there were so many others just like her out there in the world who had no desire to wield strength only to use it against others and for one's own personal gain. Because even amongst those in gryphon society who were strong, she knew that kindness dwelled in the hearts of many, only to be pushed down and stamped upon as weakness if shown. If there was a way to set them free, and to show all creatures of the world whether strong of body or simply strong of heart that there was a different way, a way that would truly appease their creators, she had to try and make it happen.

And if not... then she would keep doing her best, and believing in the possibility of a different way for others to live in days yet to come, with all her heart.

Moving slowly and quietly as though hoping that her frail form wouldn't even be noticed by the much larger, stronger gryphons present in the temple as they allowed themselves to be worshipped and revered, as they wrestled and laughed and showed off their bodies proudly and with unabashed lust, Delphia made her way to the temple's central altar. Her cheeks blushed beneath her feathers, and a soft gasp escaped her beak as a powerful male gryphon bellowed with pleasure from where he was seated on a marble bench close by, and hot streaks of cum splattered across the floor directly in front of Delphia's path while three other gryphon women, all strong in their own right but not nearly as large as the hulking, near seven foot tall male, kissed and caressed at the sides of his throbbing and substantial erection.

The closer she got to the altar the more gryphons surrounded her, and the more brazen and in many cases sexual their physical passions became. Two female gryphons with raven-like black upper bodies and an equally dark panther-like lower half lay in a hungry sixty nine, wings flickering and quivering as they ate one another out while a circle of men stood around them, cocks in hand and painting the two inky feathered and furred bodies with rich white cum. An owl-faced male posed and hooted in a proud, unashamedly vain manner as two substantially less muscled men dressed in unkempt robes similar to Delphia's own brushed his wings for him while half a dozen young men and women surely only months beyond their eighteenth year sat around him in a semicircle, all moaning and chirping as they touched themselves and whispered their plans for growing bigger and stronger than their teacher. Delphia even passed by several couples or groups in the midst of full on mating, wings beating at the marble floor of the temple in the throes of orgasmic bliss and screeching cries echoing out around the temple as their strong bodies drove against one another, and begged the gods to imbue their child with the same strength, vigour and passion as they were sharing right now.

They spoke nothing of love, though. Those gryphons entwined so intensely in the throes of pleasure begged for strength alone, not giving voice to any slight affection they felt either for one another, nor even the child they sought to bear through their cries. To focus on anything but the physical, the material, the visible manifestation of power would have been tantamount to heresy. And yet, Delphia didn't believe that none of them felt it. She refused to believe that love and kindness and empathy had been driven so easily from this world, and thus as she finally approached the altar itself, she was smiling at the corners of her beak despite by this society's measure having nothing to be proud of, and nothing about which to be in any way happy or joyous given her obvious frailty.

Unfastening her simple, worn robe at the waist, Delphia bared her body as so many others in the temple were already bared. She heard some mutters of frustration and disgust as she revealed her rail-thin, undeniably weak body, but she did so without shame so at least in that regard projected confidence enough to keep anyone from simply grabbing her and throwing her back out on the streets as a disgrace to their gods. She dropped onto her knees, spread out her wings, wincing as she imagined others seeing the few featherless patches where lack of nutrition had made it impossible for feathers she'd lost to fully regrow, and pushed her hands out in front of her to touch the altar in the prayer pose taught to all gryphons from their youngest days. A pose of pride and strength, and enacted with the goal of knocking the altar over with ones strength as the ultimate show of gratitude to the gods responsible for granting it.

For centuries though, no-one had ever been able to topple the vast, solid marble altar.

But, of course... in centuries, no-one had knelt before it with the same prayer in mind that Delphia addressed to the gods right now.

Closing her eyes and opening her heart, her already vastly empathic and kind heart to anything and everything around her, Delphia silently prayed to the gods of this world... whoever they truly were, and whatever it truly was that they desired of their creation.

'I pray not for myself, but for others. For all others that live and breathe upon this earth, and those who will by their birth in days to come. I ask that you share with them the gifts of love, kindness, and the joy that comes from helping others. I ask that the next leader of our people be one who can recognise that true strength comes from loving and working together with all those around, each of them with something to contribute entirely unique and wonderful in their preferred skills compared to anyone else. And above all else, I ask that they, and all gryphonkind, learn the true message of your last great prophecy. I ask that they learn the truest form of strength comes not from muscles and brute force alone, but from strength of the heart.'

For a moment, the whole world seemed to stand still around Delphia.

For a moment she knelt there in front of that altar perfectly still, and calm, and joyous in her hope and love for the world in all its infinite potential no matter the hardships she had endured because of the way it had worked her entire lifetime. Her spread, patchy-feathered wings fluttered. Her meagre breasts rose and fell steadily atop a ribcage whose bones were visible on her weak, frail frame. She pressed her hands against the altar firmly, not with any belief that she could topple it or even any desire to do so, but simply because it was how she had been taught to pray her entire life. A moment later though, her eyes sprang open in shock as she heard something. A deep, rumbling growl not born of any organic source... but of stone grinding against stone, as with her trembling hands pressing against the altar, the huge solid marble slab shifted ever so slightly.

"W-wh..."

Delphia began to gasp, but before she could get even an entire word out to vocalise her confusion the fingers of her left hand clenched almost involuntarily, and dug deep trails into the smooth marble surface of the altar. Even as she watched that happen, Delphia also saw her body start to grow. She watched as her hand rippled and began to swell as though she'd been stung by an insect to which she was allergic. The growth didn't remain confined to her hand for long though, and began to spread up her arm, not just increasing the size of the limb, but with what was quite obviously muscle bursting into being beneath its feathered flesh. With the change obviously radiating out from the altar itself, beginning with the portions of Delphia's body which had been in physical contact with it, it wasn't a second or so later that her other arm began to grow similarly, and her torso soon began to bulk up as the supernatural effects swept up through her arms and across her body from both sides.

With a screeching cry of wonder echoing out of her sharp beak and around the temple, Delphia ensured that no-one present could remain unaware of what was happening to her even as she fell back from the altar and began to writhe and thrash around on the ground. A loud cracking sound echoed in her own head, and perhaps audibly to the rest of the world too as she felt her bones growing. Her legs, her torso, every aspect of her body increasing not just in muscle tone, but in size too. There was no pain in the actions of her change though. Not even the slightest discomfort as her skin was stretched out by the muscles bulging beneath it, only to spread and firm up again to a newly acceptable scale a moment later. In fact, it felt good. No. Not just good. It felt fucking incredible. All her life Delphia had dealt with the pain of her frailty, the aches of her joints and the weariness of always being tired, always being hungry, always struggling to find the nutrients her body needed just to remain alive on what little food she could buy or scavenge. Now though she didn't just feel strong, she didn't just feel powerful as her body achieved the same size and shape as so many of her toned and thus respected peers and kept on growing. She stared down at her chest as it continued to swell, her modest breasts not remaining proportional to the rest of her body but actively getting larger relative to anything else. She felt moisture, she felt heat and wetness between her legs, and as she felt luxurious new feathers sprouting from her growing, ever spreading wings while the batted against the floor beneath her, she gave another strangled cry not just of joy, but of the sheer pleasure born through her transformation.

By the time Delphia surpassed seven feet in height from the top of her feathered head to the tips of her clawed leonine footpaws, other gryphons were beginning to gather around her. They were staring. Looking between her and the clawed gouges in the now oddly angled altar, a patch of lighter coloured marble visible where it had obviously been moved by her strength. Voices murmured in wonder, in awe and confusion. Several figures moaned in desire as they watched her muscles continue to grow while others fell to their knees in worship and reverence of this miracle taking place before their eyes. Only a few looked angry; aghast as they realised who it was undergoing this transformation, and how weak, how pathetic a creature she had been just minutes ago. But much as they couldn't understand what a creature like that could have done to deserve such an impossible but obviously divine gift, even they wouldn't dare to speak up as she got bigger and bigger and bigger still, passing eight feet, then nine, and only starting to slow in her growth once ten feet tall and with rippling muscles all across her powerful body that were verging on the impossible themselves with their sheer size and prominence.

Struggling to her feet as the changes abated, panting, huffing through her sharp beak and looking around at the many gryphons standing awe-struck, many of them with hands already rubbing urgently at their genitals as they stared up at her colossal form, Delphia blushed. She might have been ten foot tall and as strong as a dozen elephants, she might have felt like she had the strength to reach out and crush the skulls of any one of these gryphons surrounding her like they were wet clay. But, she had no desire to use her strength for that. She had no desire to make use of her physical strength for any violent or vile purpose, no matter how much respect and fear it would have instilled in anyone who was anything but respectful of her power. She was strong, yes. But only as strong of body as she was in her heart, and deep down Delphia knew somehow that should she lose the goodness and strength within her heart, the strength in her body would surely diminish too.

So long as she continued to show her love for the world around her though, to spread the Gods' true message of kindness and joy and love as the greatest strength any gryphon, any creature of any species could possess though, her strength would only continue to grow. And with it, so too would hope grow for a new way, a new teaching to spread across all of gryphonkind by way of her example.

"Do you wish to touch me?"

Delphia murmured, her voice deeper, stronger than it had been before, booming with confidence while somehow still remaining tender and utterly open-hearted to those she was addressing. She looked around at the assembled crowd, at the strongest, the most powerful gryphons who had pushed their way to the front to get the best view, now all quaking before her vastly superior strength and size. She smiled at them, and sat down upon the steps leading to the altar so as to not seem so intimidating, so as not to loom so domineeringly over them any more. Her back brushed against the altar itself. Idly she pushed at it to try and give herself some more room, and winced, turning and giggling bashfully as the vast marble carving went sailing across the temple floor until it crashed loudly into the back wall of the temple, breaking clean in half as it did so.

"Uh... oops?"

She giggled apologetically as she turned back to the now even more wide-eyed and awe-struck crowd. Just a few moments later though Delphia shrugged it off, and as she looked at all those men with all those gloriously rock hard cocks staring so desirously at her, she smiled more warmly still at them as she realised what she had to do in order to win their hearts. More than that though, not just what she had to do, but what she wanted so very badly to do regardless of the outcome.

"If you wish to touch me... to please me, to fuck me... then all you need to do is ask."

She ran her tongue teasingly across the edges of her beak, eyes twinkling playfully.

"All you need to do is ask nicely. And, as we all lie together in this sacred place... to show me not just the prowess of your bodies, but to show me, or even whisper to me your hearts' deepest and most intimate, sexual desires... so I can help you make them come true."

*******

Minutes later, a new society was in the process of being born, one wild, blissful orgasm at a time.

"A-aah... blessed avatar of the Gods, I... I wish for strength this coming harvest season, to till the soil with power enough to ensure a good crop for my family and I!"

A six foot tall male grunted as he pressed himself into Delphia and cried out as she wrapped her powerful legs around him, holding him tight against her with only the merest room for him to start urgently fucking her, his eight inch cock feeling incredible to the newly born demigoddess herself, but the male crimson-cheeked with humiliation at how obviously small he was in comparison to her hungry, tight and yet soaking wet, slick pussy.

"Why?"

She answered in a breathy moan as within her hands she clasped two more men, two more cocks, while another pair of gryphons, both women, stood behind her head and fingered themselves vigorously at the sight of her bountiful body and the men worshipping at it so subserviently. The male fucking her blinked through his pleasure in complete confusion. Why did he want to be strong? He hadn't been asked such a question in... well, maybe ever. He opened his beak and let slip a cry of pleasure as he continued to plough his cock into her, but shook his head in desperate uncertainty. Tenderly, adoringly the huge, muscular woman shook her head, and coo'ed softly to him as they continued to fuck.

"Come now, dear one. Look within. There is a reason why you desire strength for that particular purpose. Strength is not a goal unto itself, it is a tool to achieve the many others goals our hearts seek."

The male's eyes widened. He grunted, he cried out once again, and suddenly he nodded.

"I... ohh, oh god... I want to be strong so... so I can feed my family. Clothe my children in fine linens. Buy them training so they too grow up strong and powerful."

Delphia beamed, but pressed for more still.

"Good... o-ohhhhyess, that's good. But again I ask, why? Why do you desire strength for your family, for those closest to you above all others?"

The male's body shook as she squeezed his hips tighter, his body normally so strong, so unshakable in its confidence, but now feeling frail and vulnerable, though oddly safe within her grasp. He let loose a frantic screech of pleasure, and as orgasm threatened to overwhelm him he cried out helplessly for all the world to hear despite knowing how shameful an admission what he was about to say might have been.

"Because they're precious to me! Because I... ooh gods, I love them! I love them, so... so I want them to be strong, so the world will be as good to them as my heart wishes!"

An ear-splitting cry rang out around the temple as Delphia quaked, her huge wings beat hard against the marble floor leaving cracks running across its smooth surface, and such an orgasm consumed her as the woman had never known before. Juices poured out from her pussy, soaking the male gryphon's crotch, and with a guttural wail of ecstasy he began to cum too, falling limp across her muscular stomach with his face all but buried in the base of her large, bountiful breasts as she milked him and flooded his spasming, pumping cock with her abundant, adoring passions as though to reward his own.

"Tell me not what strength you desire, but who, or what you desire! Tell me what motivates what you most long for in this world, no matter how heartfelt, no matter how selfless and loving and tender the motive!"

Delphia's voice echoed around the temple, and she glared hungrily at the two men whose cocks she was stroking as they tumbled to their knees before her, and shuffled forward to nuzzle and nip lustfully, lavishly at her swollen nipples with their panting beaks. Sure enough they began to pour their hearts out to her, one confessing his love for another woman whom he had let marry another while in search of a stronger partner for himself, while the other tearfully wept over a feud he'd had with another man over who was stronger. A feud that had ended with them nearly breaking one another's wings in an all out brawl before parting ways, despite the fact that until then they had been lovers, and the dearest companions in one another's lives.

With each truth spoken, their bodies unleashed themselves. Cum painted the sides of Delphia's powerful torso as they cuddled up against her trembling and gasping, and with each heartfelt confession Delphia too shook and roared in renewed orgasmic bliss, no matter whether the person inside her pussy at the time was well on the way to orgasm themselves or only just getting started.

"I... I care little for the bodies of males. Were it not for the greater opportunities afforded them in training and maintaining their bodies, thus in life overall, while we must endure the frailties necessary to bear children, I would only ever share my bed with women."

A beautiful older gryphon woman moaned as she licked Delphia's swollen clit and fisted the vast, shrieking and thrashing gryphon right up to the elbow, her own pussy spasming and spraying juices out behind her as she told the demigoddess her most closely guarded truth.

"We married for love, not strength. We stay strong for each other, so we can fight off all who would seek to break us apart for their own gain, and so each night we can lie together for hours in pleasure and love, hidden away from where we have to put on our masks and be strong for the world."

A pair of males whispered to Delphia in unison as she lay on her back one in her pussy, the other humping his cock between her breasts as they confessed their truth before beginning to spurt hot ribbons of cum across and within her, while she screamed in gratitude and adoration at their admission that for all their lives, love, not strength for its own sake, had been at the core of their every interaction.

Over and over again each time one or two or half a dozen bodies were satisfied having spoken aloud what they had known deep in their heart but had never dared to share for years upon years, more came to replace them. Sometimes the same figure came back for a second turn...

"I... I wanted to make you cum again. You looked so beautiful, so incredible... a-and it felt so good when you squirted around me."

...but most of the time it was new gryphons each and every time, not just being drawn in from elsewhere in the large structure by the sounds of such extreme euphoria echoing out across the temple or arriving to discover what was already in progress, but making their way here from further afield as those already satisfied began to stumble away back to those they loved, and shared on the way the miracle that they had witnessed. There came a point when everywhere Delphia looked, gryphons were fucking. Kissing and embracing and moaning confessions of love not just to her but to each other as barriers that had taken generations to raise were torn down in moments by the sudden and divinely inspired realisation that Delphia had awoken within each and every one of them. No matter how many individuals, couples and groups were writhing in pleasure all around her though, Delphia was never short of her own more personal attention. Her body was streaked all over with cum, and at any given moment up to a dozen bodies were wrapped around her powerful form, not just lying pressed up against her pussy or grinding against her breasts, but thrusting against her hungry beak, writhing at the touch of her fingers, or simply rocking against some portion of her gorgeous, gloriously empowered body with their own smaller but no less needy, or indeed less love-struck and grateful bodies.

"I love you!!"

A gryphon screamed, his truth no more or less simple than exactly that as he painted Delphia's bliss stricken, glassy-eyed, joyously beaming face with his cum.

"Please don't let this be a dream! Please, don't let this feeling end! I... I've never felt so safe, so happy, so... ohh god, I'm cumming! Cumming, again! Yes! Yes!!"

Writhing as she lay upon her back atop the far larger gryphon's torso, head resting upon Delphia's left breast, another woman shrieked as while her mate shuddered and began to cum deep in the huge, muscular gryphon's pussy, he feasted hungrily on his smaller but no less beloved partner's own spasming depths while her thighs clamped down hard around his eagerly groaning, loudly slurping face.

"Gods forgive me, I'd surrender my strength for a lifetime for another hour of feeling so alive, so free from constantly keeping the world at arm's length!"

Over and over again Delphia heard words to that same effect; people openly, eagerly renouncing the culture they had all seemed so intent on pursuing just a short while ago thanks to the fear, the pressure, the mercilessness inherent in a society built on extolling the virtues of the physical to the extreme of rendering the emotional a virtual blasphemy. All they had needed was a catalyst. Someone, something to show them that there was another way. To give them a sign that they didn't all have to maintain that constant vigilance over themselves and one another, for fear of the rest of the world turning upon them at the slightest showing of vulnerability.

And now, at last, they had it.

They had her.

And as their beautiful little bodies continued to writhe and shudder and shriek and cum against her own vast and hulking form, she continued to cry out to each and every one of them. To reassure them. To bolster them. To ensure that they all knew without a doubt, and would feel confident in spreading the word to any and all who met them that this was the beginning of a new dawn for gryphonkind and all that they had subjugated under their strength for so long.

They could be strong.

They could be brave and mighty and powerful just as their gods truly had always wanted for their creation.

But, they didn't need to limit that strength, to define it so rigidly or enforce it under pain of dishonour and hatred in all those around them.

They could cherish, encourage, and share their strength with their words, their thoughts and their generous deeds just as well as they could by flexing muscles and generally taking pride in their bodies. And if from this day forth they continued to do so, sharing the strength of their hearts and their very souls in every thought and act they performed either alone or around others, then the blessing they were receiving while in the demigoddess Delphia's blissful presence was only the very tip of the iceberg of what new, heaven-sent joys awaited them.

By Jeeves

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