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Gleipnir’s Winged Acquisition

Written by: TiranMaster

Inspired by: Qundium’s Wonderful Pictures

Pictures originally commissioned by: @NiceGrey on Twitter

Gleipnir had their eyes set towards the skies, towards those with wings and talons, but they were proving to be a difficult market to get into. Their cities hung far above the ground, and their entry points were closely guarded, and the rubber syndicate was finding it rather difficult to get into the market. ANU815 had been approached by his fellow members with an idea, for him to slip in and transform one of their best and brightest into an agent of the syndicate. The rubber jackal was always down for a challenge, and he had a particular liking for a specific image of birds, so he agreed with scarcely a moment’s thought.

Getting into the city was the hard part, anybody who wasn’t a bird had to receive special permission to travel into their beautiful cities high above. To this point, they’d managed to snag a bird here or there, but nobody important or smart enough to make for a good agent, so he found himself needing to look into alternative methods. The dark underbelly of society proved to be his best way in, there were certain people who worked in the field of secretive transportation. While flight wasn’t the hardest thing to achieve, being able to fly up to any of the bird cities proved to be a more significant challenge. Each person that ANU815 asked looked at him as if he were insane, but the jackal’s rubber face gave away nothing but an intimidating and entrancing stare.

It took a few weeks, but eventually he found someone with the kind of plane that could manage the trip, but it wasn’t cheap. ANU815 considered transforming the person into a drone, making them work for him whether they wanted to or not... but he opted not to. Transforming people into drones kept some of their intelligence, but the libido would overcome their common senses, and that would be dangerous when it came to flying. So, with the permission of his fellow Gleipnir agents, he paid the costly amount, and soon was on his way to the sky city.

The flight was fast, quiet, and under the cover of night. The pilot didn’t wait for ANU815 to comment on the views, as soon as the jackal had taken his leave of the craft, they were gone in an instant. ANU815 was left on the city’s surface with no easy possibility of escape, but the jackal wasn’t one to be intimidated, so instead he made his way down the dark alleys of the city to start getting a better view of what the city was.

The city was beautiful, black and gold, much to the jackal’s personal pleasure, it gave him the vision of an ancient kingdom long ago. The inhabitants of the city were primarily birds, very few of them using the city streets, especially so late in the night. There were a few of course who traversed the land, reading texts on their phones or deep in conversation. There were also some land dwelling people, much like ANU815 himself, though they were marked differently as they each wore passes around their neck. The jackal realized that if he didn’t retrieve one of those, he would soon run into trouble if someone found him, so he decided to rectify the situation quickly.

One of the land dwellers, a harried looking tiger, was running past the alley and ANU815 made a noise. It wasn’t one he made very often, it was a noise of distress, a shout, one that carried down the echoing alley. The tiger paused, taking a step back and glancing into the darkness of the alley, unable to see down it due to the bright lights of the main street. “Is... is someone there?” he called out.

“H... help...” the voice rang down the alley, it was muffled, but that was to be expected if someone had indeed fallen in the darkness of the alley. The tiger looked anxious, it was clear he had places to be... but he couldn’t stop himself from being a good samaritan, so he walked into the alley with his eyes narrowed to try and reorient his vision.

“Are you okay? Where are you?” the tiger asked, drawing closer with each step, his head pivoting from side to side as he attempted to find the source of the voice. He was too distracted as he walked past a dumpster, not noticing the jackal kneeling in the shadows. He gasped as the jackal leapt out, his hand wrapping around the tiger’s throat as he pushed him into the brick wall. “Wh... what’s going on?!” the tiger gasped, staring at the rubber jackal with horror and confusion. “What are you?!”

“Quiet,” ANU815 commanded, and he released a cloud of purple gas into the tiger’s face. Where his hand clasped the tiger, black rubber started to leech off of him and onto the captured tiger. Before the rubber could overtake the identification tag, ANU815 snatched it off of his person and watched as the rubber did its job. The tiger breathed in the purple gas, his eyes glazing over with hypnotic swirls as his muzzle pulled into a smile. His pants tented with an erection which he feebly pawed at as he shivered with newfound delight.

“Feels... feels so good...” the tiger purred, not able to fight back as the rubber spread across his body, fresh black rubber that was marked with golden egyptian symbols, his face being overwritten into a smooth black mask as his mouth was transformed into a welcoming looking yellow hole. The tiger took on a more canine appearance as his ears turned jackal-like, his hands smoothed into yellow paws, and his cock soon swallowed up and turned into a useless bulge. He soon fell to his knees, letting out a small moan before peering up at ANU815 with an eyeless face. “[b]How may I serve you, Master ANU815?[/b]” the drone asked, occasionally rubbing its bulge with needy rubber paws.

ANU815 buzzed with pleasure at the sight, he desired to claim that mouth... but of course, he was on a short schedule and had things to do. “Stay here, out of sight,” he commanded, gesturing to the shadows of the alley. “I will come and reclaim you in a short while, but I have things to do.” He watched as the drone nodded its understanding before it slipped into the shadows, its black outline barely visible in the darkness of the alley. With his new prize, ANU815 started down the alley once more towards the main street, though he was very aware that he still would stand out. If anyone questioned his appearance though, he was certain he could talk his way out of it, if only to get away into hiding.

On the streets, ANU815 certainly received one or two odd glances, his rubber countenance drawing people's attention, but nobody approached him just yet. He walked with purpose, never hesitating, he looked like he belonged there, especially with the tag bouncing on his chest marking him as a visitor of the city. If anyone looked too closely, they might notice that the image on the tag was different, but so far the rubber jackal was safe. His eyes were constantly swiveling, he needed to find the one he would turn, the one who would make for a good agent.

There were many impressive choices to be certain, even at night the city proved to be a busy place as creatures were constantly flying overhead. He saw some dragons, he saw smaller birds, and he saw... griffins. Those made ANU815 pause, he admired their physiques, their non-anthro proportions reminded him of a sphinx. That fact alone made him choose his target, he knew they would have to be a griffin, strong, large, and intimidating.

Out of all of the species, the griffins seemed to be one of the rarer ones that ANU815 saw, that only added to his desire. They were seldom seen flying overhead, but when he did see them, the jackal felt his own bulge tense with excitement at the prospect of taking one of them. What made it more difficult was that those he did see were all flying, none of them seemed inclined to set down on the ground. ANU815 dropped into another alley, slipping into the shadows easily and waiting for his opportunity. He saw so many people coming and going, one after another, all of them in constant bustling movement.

Finally, ANU815 saw his chance, the jackal’s eyes narrowing as he saw a large griffin lumbering down the road. His wings were drooping, he looked exhausted, his outfit resembling that of some kind of postal worker. The griffin yawned, long and powerful, looming over any others on the road. “Shouldn’t have worked that double...” he grumbled, his voice deep, his powerful build standing out amongst the more slight members of the bird city. The jackal stepped out after him and started following the griffin, making sure to stay out of sight, being quiet despite his rubbery body.

The griffin soon came to a large housing unit, apparently made for larger species of birds, it was a complex of several houses. ANU815 might be able to find another griffin there, but he had decided upon this one, he was huge, muscled, and was weakened by his exhaustion. The griffin hadn’t noticed his presence, and as he was such a large beast he wasn’t concerned for himself as he let himself into his home, not noticing the slippery jackal moving into his house in a blur.

Locking up after himself, the griffin yawned once more, slipping his clothing off and hanging it on a nearby hook. The house was quiet, his unwelcome visitor managing to stay completely silent while the griffin walked into his kitchen to make himself a late night meal before heading off to bed. He was so engrossed in his little activities that he didn’t notice the rubber jackal clambering up onto his counter with remarkable agility. “Excuse me,” ANU815 said, finally gaining the attention of the griffin.

“What?!” the griffin yelped, jerking his head out of the refrigerator and starting up at the strange rubber creature standing near him. “Who are you?! How did you get in my house?!”

“Do not worry yourself, griffin,” ANU815 said, his eyes spiraling with intent, “you have been chosen for a very special position. Gleipnir has chosen you to become its newest mastermind, you should feel honored.” He then pulled out one of the tubes attached to his face, and billowed out an impressive amount of purple gas into the air.

“What are you talking about?!” the griffin asked, stumbling backwards in an attempt to get away from the gas. It moved so quickly though, and the griffin didn’t get an opportunity to breath in before it reached him. His eyes started to soften as spirals filled them, his body going slack, his cock hardening as he let out a small coo of pleasure.

As the griffin layed down, unable to fight off the effects of his gas, ANU815 stared down at the new candidate with eagerness. Affixing the tube back onto his face, the jackal hopped onto the griffin’s chest, getting a small grunt from the huge bird as he looked down upon him. “You will make for a wonderful new associate.”

[c]***[/c]

Everything smelled of rubber, that and a strangely sweet gas, that was what Erich realized when he awoke. He was submerged, deep in some strange black fluid, and he could taste it too. Somewhere in his head, the griffin knew this wasn’t good, he should be drowning. That didn’t happen though, instead he floated there, and was struck by a thought. How had anyone dropped him into a large enough vat of rubber to fit his massive frame? That thought almost made him giggle, what a strange thought to have when he might be in real danger.

[b]Gleipnir welcomes you into the fold, you will be a strong asset for our organization.[/b]

The voice that spoke inside of Erich’s head was cold, strong, and carried a certain ruthlessness that frightened the griffin. He was just a postal worker, he had a normal job, he was a normal bird... so why had this organization targeted him?! He faintly recalled the jackal, body made of rubber, eyes a constant spiral. Just the thought made him dizzy, made him want to close his eyes...

[b]Such a fragile beast.[/b] The voice commented, it sounded unimpressed, and that hurt Erich slightly. [b]We need powerful minds. Agents who can perform, who can enslave another’s will with no reluctance.[/b]

That wasn’t Erich, he would never want to enslave someone else, that was wrong. [b]So why did the thought arouse him?[/b] He saw a flash of [color=red]red spirals[/color] in his mind, those jackal’s eyes, his sleek body with Egyptian markings. His cock twitched at the thought, a rush of excitement... No, he wasn’t like that, he was a normal griffin, someone who would never hypnotize another living being.

[b]You are being transformed, molded into a stronger creation. You will no longer resemble the old feathered being, but instead will be a monolith of rubber. A powerful figure that all will adore, and obey.[/b]

The words were followed by an image, of himself standing over a crowd, all of them clad in rubber, all of them bearing similar Egyptian marks to what the jackal had. They all were faceless, rubber, all speaking in the same strange tone. “[b]We serve and obey, Master 5PH1NX.[/b]” They all spoke in unison, their voices resonating off of the walls. He was standing in some kind of large structure, crafted to look like the interior of a pyramid.

[b]ANU815 chose you, and so we have given him reign to craft you as he sees fit. You will make a marvelous addition, one whose reach will be felt through all of the skies. Your agents, all winged and rubber.[/b]

Erich shook his head, attempting to dislodge the voice and the thoughts that came along with it. He was one again struck by those [color=red]red spirals[/color], digging into his mind, tearing at his thoughts. He suddenly found it... strangely hard to remember things about his life, friends and family suddenly seemed a little blurry, a little more distant. He felt embarrassed that he was still a bit erect, his blood pumping hot in his veins, and his lungs filled with that sweet taste.

[b]Every breath you take is imbued with ANU815’s gas, it is helping to organize your thoughts, purge the old weaknesses away. You will be cold, stoic, an intimidating presence. All who know of Sphinxes of old will look upon you and know you for who you are.[/b]

He wasn’t 5PH1NX, his name was... suddenly gone, the words ripped from the tip of his tongue. He flailed for the name, it had been there, he knew himself, he was... he couldn’t remember, that name was gone, and in its place was one word. 5PH1NX, the word was like a rock in his head, so heavy, so powerful, it pulsated with energy. He saw an image of a griffin, all clad in rubber, its body marked with Egyptian symbols, a headdress not unlike that of a pharaoh set upon its head. Between its legs, a rubber bulge had taken the place of its manhood, an ankh set upon it, similar to that of ANU815’s own.

[b]ANU815 has volunteered to help mentor you, to teach you how to claim your rightful servants. You will be under his purview, he will make you into a proper agent of Gleipnir.[/b]

With every breath of that sweet gas, he was being changed, inside and out, the black rubber was everywhere, swallowing him, changing him. In his gaze, he kept seeing that [color=red]red spiral[/color], constant, pulsing, pressing into his mind. He couldn’t remember what he’d been doing before... he had done... manual labor? [b]That was not the rightful place for 5PH1NX, he was to lord over others, to command them, to instruct them of their place.[/b] His cock quivered, and then it felt... odd, like it was being covered up, slipped into something smaller. He faintly realized that his cock was being turned into that bulge, and that though [b]aroused 5PH1NX, he had obligations to fulfill. His manhood would get int he way of his job, as an agent of Gleipnir, he would need to start making servants in the city.[/b]

The voice was growing louder, instructing him, telling him who he was going to be, and the griffin couldn’t say anything to argue. He breathed in the gas, he soaked in the rubber, and with every passing second he was being transformed... [b]and he loved it.[/b]

[c]***[/c]

ANU815 waited at the edge of a huge black pool of rubber, the interior of the griffin’s former abode having been changed rapidly with the application of a few new drones. It had taken quite a bit of work to keep the griffin under control, but with enough of his gas, the griffin had stayed obedient as he was dunked into the huge pool. Now the jackal had been waiting for a couple of days, impatient, but willing to wait as long as it took to craft the newest member of Gleipnir. He had received a message that the griffin was almost done, so he waited, watching the placid lake of black rubber sit undisturbed.

The first sign of change was the ripples of the surface, shifting, bubbling, and then breaking to reveal a large black rubber claw pushing out onto the golden platform. It slid out, followed by another, and the huge griffin started to drag himself out. The arms that followed were covered in beautiful golden rubber, and it only continued to show its beauty as the griffin’s head broke free. What once was a normal feathered griffin head, was now a beautiful glistening rubber bird’s head, pipes leading from the sides of its beak, and a pharaoh's headpiece wrapped around his head, and a small golden serpent perched upon the top of his head like a crown jewel.

Stepping onto the golden platform with a remarkable dignity, the griffin puffed out his chest, showing off the golden ankh marked there. Liquid rubber dripped and slid from his smooth body as he fully stepped out, his bulge gleaming in the light of the room, his long rubber tail whipping the last of the liquid away as ANU815 stood before him, admiring his handy work. “You are ANU815, I gather,” the griffin spoke, his voice deep and slightly muffled by his tubes. His eyes pulsated with red hypnotic spirals, his appearance was truly intimidating.

“I am, welcome to Gleipnir, 5PH1NX,” ANU815 said, giving him a small bow of welcome.

The griffin nodded, acknowledging its new name as it looked around its home, now changed, renovated to look more appropriate to his new motif. “This will do for now,” the griffin said, flexing its body a bit as it glanced around. “I desire to try my new abilities, do you have a tribute?”

ANU815 made a gesture and two drones brought a bound up anthro bird forward, the bird grunting through a muffle in his mouth, eyes wide with terror as he was brought before 5PH1NX. His struggles started to die down though as he mistakenly stared into the red spiraling eyes, his own eyes starting to spiral as he grew slack. 5PH1NX leaned forward and dripped rubber over the bird from his claw, watching with satisfaction as the bird was soaked and transformed by the rubber.

Watching on, ANU815 made a noise of satisfaction as he watched the bird quickly transforming, body breing smoothed over like so many others, the egyptian markings appearing on his body. Unlike his own drones though, this bird kept its bird-like appearance, instead taking on an appearance more akin to 5PH1NX’s own. “Perfect,” the griffin purred, looking pleased with its new servant. Its eyes turned to ANU815 while the new drone saluted its new master, the griffin leaning in to meet eyes with its new comrade. “Now, teach me more about Gleipnir, ANU815. I clearly have much to learn, and I already feel the desire to make more servants growing within.”

“With pleasure,” ANU815 said, gesturing for 5PH1NX to follow as he felt a buzz of pleasure. He had chosen well, and now he could start making plans to help root Gleipnir in the skies as well. This had been a good trip, and he was sure with 5PH1NX’s help, he would be able to return to the world below to continue his own personal projects soon enough.