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“Alright guys, that was a great game! Good stuff! Great stuff!" Carson said, clapping as he entered the locker room. His fellow mageballers greeted his cheering with their own, pumping their fists into the air and hooting.

Captain of the Golden Gryphons Mageball team, Carson had just led his team to a resounding victory on the field. They had utterly humiliated their rivals- the Night Nagas of Wiesbaden, Germany- on their home field, dominating them 9-2. In fact, by the fourth quarter, they had spent more time bullying their opponents and showing off their broom skills than playing seriously. Carson himself had knocked one of the Nagas clean off their broom and right into their water cooler. The penalty was well worth the laughs.

“You were a bloody terror out there, mate!" Finn said, stretching his hand out for a high-five.

“Ahhh, those wankers deserved it! We're going to go soft if we keep playing these second-stringers. How dare they bring that rubbish to the field!" Carson replied as he high-fived Finn.

“Aye, captain! We gotta stay sharp for the finals," Finn said, adjusting his towel.

Monty came up to him next, going in for a fist-bump. The lean Mageballer was only wearing his boxers and a big grin. “Three points means I got the high score this game, aye?" Monty remarked, his grin broadening into a big smile. “Guess that means I ain't paying for drinks when we go celebrate!"

“Three goals scored against the worst defense this side of the Pacific..." Carson replied, a thin smile on his face. “But fair is fair! Put 'em on the team tab when we go out tonight. You sort of earned it!"

“Hey now!" Monty protested, but Carson was already moving past him.

Carson went to his locker and stripped his clothing, while next to him his teammate Finn was busy re-dressing after his shower.

“Aye, Carson; didja see when I turned that Naga's broom into a snake?" Gregor asked with a grin.

“Yeah! Ahhh, the look on his face!" Carson said, laughing with Gregor. It had been such an egregious abuse of the rules that it gave the Night Nagas one of their two points scored.

Carson laughed as he continued disrobing, kicking off his boots and then finally pulling away his socks and boxers. He stuffed his wand sheath and laundry on top of his robe and fresh clothes before striding towards the shower room. The rest of the team- Heath, Stephen, Rupert and Wilfred- were already showering in there. The Night Naga locker room shower was a big open room shaped like a figure-8, each half equipped with four showers so that an entire 8-person Mageball team could shower at once. Carson went to the first empty shower.

“Great game, man," Heath said to Carson as he scrubbed his big mop of curly brown hair.

“Pfft, it was too easy. Who are we playing next?" Rupert asked.

“I think it's the White Werewolves, in Halmstad," Wilfred replied. “They're probably going to be more of a challenge this year."

“You know, it's actually kind of sad when you think about it..." Carson said, squirting a generous gob of body wash into his hand and soaping himself up, rubbing all over the lean muscles that Mageball training had given him. “The Night Nagas used to be one of the fiercest teams in the league, bloody killers they were. But the team's gone to pot since their old coach retired! It's like playing against girls!"

That comment brought a laugh from the other Gryphons. Carson vigorously scrubbed the sweat and grime from his skin as the others began debating who the best teams in the women's league were, listening in but not really in the mood to contribute.

He was quite enjoying his post-victory shower when he felt the strangest sensation all of the sudden. It was a butterfly tingle of something like aroused anxiety, a subtle tremor of strange pleasure. The feeling began in his belly, but bubbled up his throat and swam into his head soon after. Carson closed his eyes and leaned his hands against the warm metal of the shower post in front of him, not really sure what he was feeling. It wasn't like anything he'd ever felt before. It wasn't even that unpleasant, just very... strange.

But the feeling didn't go away. Instead, it spread out across his body in a series of electric tingles that made him shiver despite the hot water pouring down his body.

'What is this?' Carson wondered, feeling another wave of weird tingles race across his skin. He shivered, his toes curling and his breathing deepening as a sparking throb pulsed up from his chest and raced across his face. It was accompanied by the weirdest sensation of... tightness? Like his face was too small for his head. An odd sense of pressure began to build up around the top of his forehead, almost like a headache, except the feelings were anything but painful. He felt light-headed as the pressure continued to build.

The others seemed to notice when Carson pinched and rubbed up the bridge of his nose to the pressure point developing on his forehead.

“Hey man, are you alright? You don't look so good..." Rupert asked.

“Ahhh... I dont know..." Carson mumbled, blinking as he backed away from the shower and rubbed his forehead with both hands. He could actually feel a distinct bulge there, centered right around his hairline. Massaging that point felt good, like scratching an itch.

Carson panted and backed himself against the tile wall of the showers, rolling his forehead back and forth against the smooth moist surface to try and find some relief.

“Woah, Carson, what's going on?" Stephen asked.

“Hnngh... I feel kinda weird too..." Heath said.

“Y-yeah... you think the Night Nagas did something to the showers?" Rupert chimed in.

“Bloody... sore losers..." Carson mumbled, rubbing his throbbing forehead as he continued to push it against the tile. By now, the top of his head was pounding; the weird headache seemed to be building to some kind of a crescendo. Carson squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the weirdest need to 'push' the bulge out from his forehead. Trying to fight the weird urge was like trying to hold back a yawn or a sneeze; out of his control.

The bulge continued to swell up on the top of Carson's forehead, growing until it was about the size of an apple. The bigger it grew, the stronger the strange feeling of involuntary 'pushing' became, until finally...

“Nhhnnyaaaaah!" Carson cried out, shuddering as the swelling growth suddenly sprouted. In a matter of seconds the strange bulge on his forehead blossomed into a long, tingling, fleshy tube! The young mage gave a heavy sigh of relief as the pressure abated, but he was left holding something extremely strange that had grown right out of his head. It was still growing, but in a slow, steady, controlled fashion.

Carson held the horn(?) with his hands as he raced out of the shower room towards a mirror. The fleshy horn tickled and tingled the whole while, sprouting a thick coating of fine hairs.

“Carson? Carson, what is it!?" Rupert cried after him, but Carson didn't reply.

When he reached the mirror above a bathroom sink, Carson froze.

“What in the hell..!?" Carson panted, staring at himself in the mirror. What he saw was so weird, he had to look for several seconds before he could realize what he was seeing...

He didn't have a weird floppy furry horn growing from his forehead; he had a *tail*! A long, ropy gryphon tail by the look of it! He grabbed hold of the errant appendage, tugging on the base in utter disbelief. The tail was firmly anchored to his forehead and growing by the second, rooting itself down into the bridge of his nose. He could *feel* his fingers as he touched it, though currently, the sensation from the new appendage was weak and distant. The top of the tail crawled with weird sensations as thicker filaments of fur grew from the top of the tail, gradually forming a tuft at the tip.

The other boys had raced into the sink area with Carson, chasing after him without bothering to grab their towels.

“Ohhh, bloody fuckin' hell, what is that!?" Rupert exclaimed.

“I don't know! It- it sure looks like a tail!" Carson stammered as he stared wide-eyed at the tail still growing from his forehead. He let it go and it flopped down over his mouth, twitching with each little spurt of growth. It was starting to look and feel like a fully-formed tail. With a bit of effort Carson found he could slightly control the growing muscles, his nostrils flaring out as he wiggled the furry, fluffy-tipped appendage.

“Yeah it does, but it's all wrong-way!" Rupert said. “Why do you have a tail on your head!?"

“I don't know!!!" Carson spat back.

“Mhhyeah... man... mah tongue feelfs weirdt..." Stephen slurred, his eyes squinting as he rolled his tongue awkwardly around in his cheeks. His eyes suddenly widened as his tongue experienced a surge of growth, bulging out his right cheek before forcing itself past his lips. “Mmhhhwaaahuhnhg!" Stephen groaned, head tilting back as the swelling appendage burst from his mouth.

Looking at Stephen's face reflected in the mirror, Carson could immediately see there was something very wrong with his teammate's tongue. Not only had it grown much larger, the color was bright red, the texture was smooth and glossy, and the shape was almost cylindrical.

“Fuuhk! Wha thuh fuhkh!" Stephen cursed, his words slurred by his swelling tongue.

“Ohhhhh no-no-no-no!" Rupert exclaimed. “I know what this is! It's an 'invertus' spell! Those bloody fucking bastards must've enchanted the showers or something!"

“What!? What the hell is 'invertus'?" Wilfred asked.

“The spell that turns you upside-down..." Rupert spun his finger around in a circle as he explained. “It's, uhhh, a very powerful and sick variant of a 'polymorphus' incantation, for humiliating someone you really hate. It transforms you into an animal the wrong-way 'round. So instead of turning into a beast, you turn into a /part/ of a beast. The bottom part. Typically... the, uh, penis. Or pussy."

Carson turned around, holding his tail up with one hand. “What!?! You're joking!" he growled, feeling a growing sense of impending doom.

“I'm afraid not! Look, see?" Rupert responded, pointing at Stephen.

The other four boys stared at Stephen, who stared at himself in the mirror next to Carson. His tongue was slowly losing mobility, growing stiff as it throbbed with further growth and forcing more of his mouth open. “Ahr nah!" Stephen voiced, barely able to talk with his transforming tongue. The tip of the twitching, growing tongue was slowly starting to bulge into a speartip shape...

“Bloody hell! Bhhaaaah-!" Heath began, before suddenly covering his mouth.

Next to him Wilfred shuddered and covered his, the side of his cheek bulging out as he held his own transforming tongue in. The boys all exchanged a panicked look.

“Rupert! What's the counterspell? Do you know the counterspell?!?" Carson asked.

“No. I know there is one, but this is bloody complicated magic," Rupert said, shaking his head. “It's not the kind of thing that... thaaath... oh damnation. I think ahhh... ahhhh... nyaahhhhh!" he cried out. He went quiet and shook his head as he tried to hold his lips closed, but after a few seconds of concentrated effort, the swollen tip of his tongue pushed past his pursed lips.

Their tongues weren't the only penises growing plump. All five of the Gryphon's were sporting firm erections by this point, awkwardly averting their eyes from each other. Strangely, everyone but Carson had a boner that was bouncing around in odd arcs. Up and down, side to side, in circles; their throbbing erections seemed to be moving around with minds of their own.

“Thith can be decurshet tho, rigth?" Wilfred asked Rupert.

“Yuth! Ah thinkh. But, bngh... cahn't... cahst shpellhs like thuhs... ghott to gef help!" Rupert slurred, his eyes flickering as he covered his mouth with both hands.

“Well, I can at least. And so can the others! Let's go; my wand is in my locker. I can at least cast a delay incantation before we go get help!" Carson said, trying to command as much of a presence as he could, given the circumstances.

“Rigth! Lefs goh!" Heath slurred, while the others nodded.

The group of them set off with a shot, making it out of the part of the locker room with the sinks and urinals in record time.

Gregor, Finn and Monty were all chatting in the locker room proper as the five inverting Gryphon's rushed in. Gregor and Finn had changed back into shorts and shirts, while Monty was sitting on the bench still clad only in his boxer briefs.

“Hey, Carson, what's with all the commotion? What-" Finn began to say, stopping suddenly when he noticed the tail that had grown from his captain's forehead.

“Cursed! We've been cursed!" Carson yelled. “We need to get help, now! Go!" He said, scrambling towards his locker and searching for the wand buried under his clothing.

“What in the blazes!?" Monty exclaimed, jaw going slack as he stared at his panicked teammates. Even though they were covering their mouths with both hands he could partially see the mysterious shapes sprouting past their lips and could clearly see they were not ordinary.

“Bloody hell!" Gregor remarked, wiping his eyes in disbelief. “What's wrong with your tongues!?"

“C-Carson mate, you... you have a *tail* on your *head*!" Finn stammered.

“I know!" Carson spat, momentarily turning away from his search while the tail in question perked up as if expressing his indignation. “Didn't you hear me!? No time to explain, we need to get a professor *now*!"

His sharp words drove the three young men unaffected by the curse towards the exit.

Finn was the closest one to the entryway. But right before he could pass by it, the surface of the ceiling glowed purple as a magical rune inscribed on it was activated. A sizzling crack echoed through the room and the rune popped into a greasy smoke, while a wave of glowing purple energy flashed through the locker room. The force of the magical explosion drove Finn to the ground, and all of the young wizards let out a collective cry as the spell wracked their bodies, stopping them in their tracks. Carson dropped his wand as the resonance made it turn as hot as a tea kettle, cursing.

“Ahhh! It'sf a catalyhsht schpehl!" Rupert exclaimed, before doubling-over in agony. In an instant his erect penis doubled in size. He clutched his swelling cock as it continued to grow at a ludicrous rate, growing as thick as it was long and rapidly mutating into something very different than a dick. It thrashed from side to side as it expanded massively, sprouting a thick coat of tawny fur within seconds. The glans of his penis rapidly hardened and turned yellow, looking very much like a gryphon's beak...

The others were no better off; the boys who had already been suffering from the inversion curse moaned and gurgled as their cocklike tongues grew past any possibility of concealment. Heath's eyes fluttered and rolled back in his head as his thickening tongue throbbed. He grabbed the top of his head as his softening skull split into two distinctly-defined portions and his spine stretched up and up until it sprouted into a tawny tail very much like the one Carson already had.

Stephen whined, grasping his face as it was stretched out at nearly the same speed as the thick cock protruding from his mouth. A blanket of fur blossomed all across his face as his mouth was pulled into a bestial genital sheath, which he was powerless to hold back with his hands. As if infected by the rapidly-progressing curse, his hands too began to change, swelling up into stocky feline paws while his nails grew out into claws. The transformation rippled from his hands down his arms, a series of unpleasant cracking noises coming from the bones as they abruptly switched the direction they were bent in.

“Ahh fuh! Fuh! Fmmghh!" Wilfred managed, before the penis growing from his mouth grew so large, he could only make moans. His eyes grew wide as he stared cross-eyed at his giant tongue-cock, which had flushed a deep shade of red and took on a distinctly inhuman appearance as it continued to grow with a series of heavy, twitching throbs. More and more of the turgid, tapering, bestial member escaped from his lips as a slit formed on the tip and immediately squirted a spurt of precum that splattered on the bench in front of him. Monty scrambled away from the wet stain, while Carson moaned breathlessly. His nostrils flared as they sucked in air, head shaking from side to side as he struggled with something until his mouth was forced wide open to allow a huge knot to squish past his lips.

The Golden Gryphons who had not yet been affected by the curse were not spared by the sinister magic afflicting their teammates. Monty's boxer briefs tented as his cock began to wiggle around inside them, and he shut his mouth and covered it with both hands as his tongue succumbed to the terrible transformation. “AhhhhHHH! AHHHH!" he cried out, eyes bulging wide open when he realized that he was about to suffer the same fate as the others. The bulge in his boxers shifted around and stretched the fabric as it grew bigger than his own head, bursting through the undergarment. It was only a fleshy, misshapen bulge for a few seconds before fur sprouted all across it and two catlike ears burst out from the top. The vague outline of his stretched-out cockhead stretched further still, hardening and curving into an avian beak. The beak opened and licked itself with a slimy tongue, and then let out a weak, warbling caw. Monty's eyes grew as wide as they possibly could; he switched his hands from covering his face to clamping the beak shut, his growing cocktongue pushing past his lips without much resistance.

Gregor's change, on the other hand, began with his feet swelling up and bursting from his socks, sprouting claws before a sudden crackle of altering bone turned them around and sent him crashing to the ground. He grunted in pain from the impact, pushing himself up with his hands before a similar transformation overtook his hands. He lifted up his left arm as it twitched with building magical energy, gasping out as his muscles swelled up and his fingers bloated into paw digits. His hand quivered as it was transformed before his eyes into a furry paw, before abruptly snapping backwards. Gregor tenderly set his weight down on the paw just in time for the inversion to reverse his right hand, which swiftly became another paw. He was left standing on a set of four paws, each one pointing away from where he was facing.

Finn, having been the closest to the eldritch detonation, was definitely the worst off of them all. His eyes were shut tight as he struggled with the overwhelming energies suffusing his body, shivering as he clutched the side of his head. He groaned as a tail exploded up past the back of his head, developing fully in a fraction of a second before falling down over his face. His head shook again as he sneezed, tail perking upwards and drawing his nose up with it. He was halfway through drawing a breath through it when both his nostrils merged into one, and the flesh around them turned leathery and wrinkled. The orifice abruptly shut tight and puckered, flushing pink as it became a bestial anus. That transformation had barely finished, the young mage massaging the sides of his head as his eyes were pulled further apart and his skull turned squishy, starting to hang down from his head as his face bifurcated. His sagging cheeks sprouted fur as each half merged with the bottom of his face, his eyes watering as behind them two solid orbs began to form inside. The whole of his head quivered as the top part of his face and head melded together and ballooned outward, the hair on his head turning to fur as they grew into the cheeks of a big furry butt. His shirt stretched out around the twin curves of his developing ass before the rapidly-growing rear split it apart.

“Nhhgh... ahhhhngh..." Finn piteously moaned, gingerly exploring his rapidly inverting head with one hand while the other one sank into the yielding flesh of his face turning ballsack. He shivered as his fingers brushed across the sensitive tailhole that had been his nose mere seconds ago. “Ahhh... ahhHmMFGHF!" His next moan was cut short by the emergence of a giant cock that shot from his lips before getting stuck at his lips by its knot. His tail fluttered from side to side in front of his rapidly transforming face as he struggled to push the fat bulb of flesh free from his lips, before his mouth suddenly caught up with the rest of his inversion and stretched out into a sheath big enough to accommodate his new endowment. Finally, his arms and wrists cracked, turning backwards before swelling up with new muscles as they became a set of stocky, furry hindpaws, ripping his shirt even further and sending the shredded fabric falling to the ground.

The young mage was more or less totally inverted above his chest before the most violent of the magical energies had burned through him, the weight of his upper-half turned rear too much for his still-human body to support. He was more or less a gryphon rear and a human rear fused together, both sets of legs pointing inwards towards one another. His arms turned hindlegs fell to the floor and he awkwardly held himself up with them, staring backwards and upside down at the rest of his team from eyes set inside a still-swelling ballsack. Finn's eyes twitched as the huge knotted erection between them throbbed heavily and squirted its first burst of precum, most of the musky juice landing on the remains of his shirt.

Carson watched all this happening to his team, overcome by the sheer horror of it all, but he wasn't spared either.

The boy grabbed his butt as a huge bulge rapidly began to swell up from his tailbone. He didn't want to acknowledge the fact, but he noticed that his transformation seemed different from the others. He wasn't growing a cock from his face like the others; he was the only one with a tail growing backwards out of his forehead. He already had a tail... so what was growing out from his butt..? The inversion of his team had progressed to the point he could make out what they were becoming: gryphons. But he clearly wasn't inverting into a gryphon cock; he was going to turn into... he shook his head, tail swaying back and forth. He didn't want to think about it!

The thought, at least, spurred him back into action; thankfully he seemed somewhat less affected than the others. Carson stumbled away from his locker and headed for the exit.

The locker room was sheer bedlam as the inverting team struggled in vain against the awful transformations overtaking them. Carson pushed past Wilfred, Monty, and Gregor, trying to ignore the incredibly weird feeling of having a giant bulge growing from his butt even as it threw off his balance.

Gregor was rocking back and forth on his four backwards gryphon paws with his teeth clenched shut. Suddenly, his jaw was forced open and his growing tonguecock bulged out one of his cheeks as his altered limbs continued to pack on muscle. His hips and shoulders hadn't yet caught up with the massive limbs, and he was more or less stuck in place as they were too heavy for him to lift. He tried to move to let Carson past, but could only sort of shuffle a little to the side, even when tugging with all his strength.

Monty was wrestling with his transformed cock, which had already grown into a gryphon head bigger than his own. The gryphon made a series of annoyed, warbling caws while Monty hopelessly tried to push it back into his groin. One of Monty's arms started to twitch and wrench itself up towards his face, fur billowing across it as the fingers became short and stubby. The developing gryphon paw pressed up against the young mage's cheek, and Monty's eyes twitched as his face was stroked by his own rebelling appendage. With each stroke against his face, his cheeks began to plump and sag, and his tonguecock grew thicker and longer, his lips stretching out around it as they became a furry sheath. Monty's gryphon head cawed at Carson as he rushed past, staring at him with a predatory glint in his big hawk-like eyes.

Wilfred's eyes were glazed over as he explored the huge avian cock growing from his mouth with both hands. He hardly seemed to notice Carson shoving him aside, slumping down to the floor after bouncing off the lockers. Wilfred let out a whining moan, gurgling around the giant penis filling his mouth and went from touching the bestial tongue-cock, to stroking it, to straight-up masturbation. The young mage started to stroke his new member and his old one simultaneously, though it wasn't long before the penis on his crotch began to develop into a gryphon head. The beak was the first part to form, and it gently bit Wilfred's fingers and licked them as his cheeks swelled up into a fat pair of leonine testicles.

Carson made it clear of the Golden Gryphons that had been in his way and into the arched entryway of the locker room, each step getting harder as the 'tail' on his behind twisted from side to side. His limbs felt like lead, twitching with involuntary movements as the inversion curse progressed. Carson could sense the electric tingle of building magical energy coursing through his body, threatening to strike. He briefly turned to look at the head sprouting from his ass; it had already grown a curved beak and two tufted ears.

He made it around the first half of the bend leading to the door before his quaking limbs succumbed to inversion. He stumbled to the ground as a rippling series of cracks traveled down his spine, his form changing from bipedal to quadrupedal, but he continued crawling along even as his fingers and toes swelled up into leonine paws. Oddly enough, the feeling was anything but painful; like the work of a skilled chiropractor. A wicked set of talons sprouted from his fingertips and scratched against the tile as he kept struggling towards the door, though the effort was getting harder by the second. His arms bulged with muscles and sprouted tawny fur as he neared his goal.

Carson was a few steps from the door when more cracks traveled down his hulking arms. His shoulders, elbows and then wrists all bent backwards in sharp, distinct spasms of involuntary movement, temporarily bringing him to a halt. But he got right back up, scrabbling forward on his backwards-facing hindpaws. He felt the strange rush of oxygen through his backside as the gryphon overtaking his body took in his first breath. A moment later, the leonine bird-creature loosed a squawk.

“Rrrcrrawwk!" came the cry from Carson's rear. Weirdly enough, the creature's beak still felt, more or less, like his butthole. He shivered from just how weird it felt to have a keratinous, independently moving anus.

Carson felt his legs twitch as they too began to grow and twist into forepaws, but he had made it to the door. Carson clumsily raised a hindpaw up to the handle with all the haste he could muster, pausing for only a moment to consider just what he was going to tell whoever he found. This was going to be just awful to explain! He could only imagine what one of the Night Nagas might say if they discovered him like this!

He tried to twist the handle with his bulky, bestial hindpaw, only to feel it frictionlessly slip off the surface. A fraction of an inch above the metal, the air rippled as his paw found itself blocked by a magical barrier..!

“Nonononono! No! Nooooooo!" Carson cried out, staring with shock and horror at the translucent outline of the barrier spell. Whoever did this had sealed them in the locker room!

Panicking, Carson ran his backwards paws against the door, trying to find some break in the magical forcefield he could exploit. The air rippled with countless capillary waves as the search proved fruitless; the barrier covered the whole door and a good part of the surrounding floor and walls. As he searched, he could feel his body continuing to grow while his legs transitioned into forepaws and his head was slowly sucked backwards into his neck. He could feel the sides of his face swelling and stretching as the buzzing magical energy that had remade his hindpaws worked its way upwards, and slowly his peripheral vision was filled on both sides by mountains of fur, gluteal muscle and fatty tissue...

He knew it was over; he knew he was doomed to be inverted, and there was nothing he could do to stop it or reverse it, not until someone found them.

“Rrawk," his soon-to-be owner cawed.

Carson felt his left hindpaw rise up into the air, directed by the gryphon's will and not his own. He stamped it back down again, but knew that his control over his own body was on a very short clock. His neck had lost most of its mobility already; he could barely turn it.

“RrRawk!" the gryphon cawed again, more forcefully. The creature shook his head, and Carson felt his legs crunch backwards with one violent flexing motion that forced a gasp of surprise from him.

“This isn't right. This isn't fair! We... we didn't do anything this horrible to you! Stop this, please!" Carson begged, hoping beyond hope that whoever had cursed him and his team could hear.

The only reply was a perplexed “Rrawk?" from his gryphon.

Carson sobbed as he felt his face being stretched across the giant furry butt it was sinking into. The other changes, as dramatic as they were, hardly registered compared to the certain knowledge he was going to become a gryphon ass. He could feel his penis migrating from his crotch towards what used to be his chest, could feel the wings slowly emerging from the top of his back. He could feel his control over his body melting away, sensation becoming distant as it continued to change into the shape of a beast. The changing wizard still had some control over his arms-turned-hindpaws, but now the perverted manifestation of id seemed to be in the driver's seat. But all those feelings didn't bother him nearly as much as the weird tickle crawling all across his mouth as his lips grew tighter...

“No, nooooooo! Nnyaahghrrllgmmhh!" Carson's mouth twitched and tingled as his lips squeezed ever-tighter together, and it became difficult to do more than groan through the developing orifice. The tail on the top of his head flexed back and forth as all his fighting devolved into frustrated wagging and twitching. Carson panted through his increasingly-muscular lips as they twitched into a circular shape; he could barely keep his mouth open.

He felt his teeth with his tongue as they melted into his forming sphincter, the texture soft and rubbery. Then his tongue, too, succumbed to the awful transformation, the front part sticking to his mouth and spreading across it like fleshy glue. It popped shut with a lewd kissing squelch. Something weird happened with the back of his tongue; it felt like it was swelling up into two distinct lumps, but Carson wasn't exactly sure what was happening. The structures felt solid but squishy, and somehow 'leaky'. They settled into place just behind the developing tailhole that used to be his mouth. Several days later in the library, he would spend some time researching gryphon anatomy, and would learn that part of his tongue had in fact turned into musk glands.

“Nnhhhhnnnmm..." Carson could barely moan, his voice stolen away.

“Rawrk." The gryphon's next caw was strangely satisfied.

Defeated, Carson squinted his eyes closed and surrendered to his transformation. Without resistance, his inversion sped along, his mouth finishing its transition into tight tailpucker and swelling out his cheeks into the broad flanks of a gryphon's butt. His nose sank down into a sensitive strip of furry flesh stretched between the base of his tail and his anus-mouth, and his ears were swallowed up into his ballooning rump in a similar fashion. Strangest of all were the changes working their way through his mouth and into his throat, down into his esophagus. The whole of his digestive system was rapidly reconfigured into a tight, narrow, tunnel. The sensation of the tailpassage forming behind his mouth was so distressing and distracting he hardly felt the fully-formed wings folding down against the back of his new owner, nor paid any heed to the fact that his penis had settled into a fuzzy sheathe and grown a fat knot. Every part of the gryphon's body that wasn't his ass felt far away from him.

Finally, it was over. The transformation process had been so traumatic, it was almost a relief now that it was complete.

The gryphon-inverted wizard boy shuddered from the tips of his taloned hindpaws all the way up to the tuft of his tail as he felt the wild beast stretch out on all four of their limbs, arching his back and giving a triumphant screech.

“Kryyyaaaaaa!" the gryphon's call reverberated through the hallway. Then, already facing the correct direction, he began to walk back towards the locker room.

From his vantage point under the beast's tail, Carson was helpless to do anything other than get carried along for the ride, jiggling slightly with each step. The gryphon was lean and muscular; the only part of his body that carried any noticeable amount of fat was Carson's cheeks. The furry butt blinked rapidly as he watched the exit door recede from view as the gryphon rounded the bend, desperately praying that someone outside had maybe heard the creature's shrill cry. But considering just how thoroughly they had planned out this vile prank, Carson was near certain that they had cast some sort of sound dampening spell.

'Oh sweet Merlin, this can't be happening!' Carson thought. 'I... I'm a fucking gryphon's ass!'

With each step the gryphon's claws and talons clicked against the tile floor, and the creature's stiff shaft wobbled back and forth between his hindlegs. Carson couldn't really understand the strange jumble of thoughts and emotions that washed into his mind from the bird beast he was joined to, but it was obvious the creature was extremely aroused. His thoughts kept flashing back to his teammates, by now reduced to seven hard, throbbing gryphon cocks very much like the one his new owner sported. Enormous, engorged, erections, slickened by their own precum, randy and ready. Carson felt himself thrumming with extremely weird, aroused anxiety, tensing the furry buttcheeks that made up most of his inverted body. He'd never had the slightest inclination towards other males, but he was dead certain that the gryphon in control of his changed form was really, *really* interested in getting acquainted with his transformed teammates...

Sauntering into the locker area, the gryphon turned around in a series of circles, flicking his tail upward and giving his ass a good look at the chaotic gathering. Carson felt himself wither under the hungry gaze of seven bird-beasts and their equally-horny dicks.

'Ahhhhhhhhhh.... fuck! Fuck!' Carson mentally cursed. He really didn't like the way he was being shown off, nor did he appreciate the fact the gryphon he was a part of seemed to enjoy how humiliated he felt.

Wilfred was still slumped against the lockers, but hung upside-down over the beak of his gryphon as he ran his tongue against the cockified form of the transformed mage. The beast stopped mid-lick to stare at Carson, running his tongue around the edges of his beak. Wilfred twitched, a long strand of precum drooling from his tip and splattering down against the tile floor as he took in the sight.

Three gryphons were lying back against one of the benches next to one another, clumsily caressing their throbbing cock-boys. Carson wasn't exactly sure, but he thought he was looking at the inverted forms of Stephen, Rupert and Heath. The eyes set into the sacks of the three gryphon penises were glazed over from the raging arousal of their altered forms, but their pulsating movement became even more energetic as they stared longingly at their inverted captain.

Gregor's gryphon was pushing him down into the torn remains of his clothing, using them like a makeshift onahole. His shirt was wet and stained with the gushes of precum spitting from his mouth. The gryphon rose up off the ground as Carson was paraded in front of him, leaving the shirt dangling from Gregor's rigid form and covering his eyes. The mage turned gryphon-cock didn't even see what it was that aroused his new owner so much.

Monty's boxers remained draped over his gryphon rear like a weird belt, but they didn't impede his view of Carson. Like Wilfred, his gryphon had been licking him before Carson's gryphon entered. The penis and the bird-beast exchanged a meaningful glance before the creature rose up and began to approach...

But the closest gryphon beat them to it.

Finn hadn't gone far from the entryway after his transformation, and his new owner wasted no time in pouncing. Before Carson's gryphon had completed his third circle, the inverted mage found himself face-to-face, butt-to-beak with Finn's gryphon. The beast had a steely, predatory glint in its amber-ringed raptor eyes as he sized up Carson's clenching form. The mythical birds had a short exchange of squawks, and Carson felt two heavy paws squeezed down into his cheeks as Finn's gryphon grabbed hold of him.

The gryphon-butt squeezed his muscles as he instinctively tried to cover his 'mouth' up with his furry tail, but the other gryphon brushed his beak right past it and then delivered a slow lick right onto Carson's transformed mouth with his prickly tongue. Carson's whole body tensed up and then shivered, sparks of unnameable, tingly pleasure shooting through his tailhole and deep into his innards from the oral assault. The beast's catlike tongue made his mouthpucker twitch like crazy as it scraped against his most sensitive places, his mind cast into a storm of overstimulation from just how much it tickled. As nothing more than a big bird butt, there was simply nothing he could do to escape it.

Carson mentally moaned and screamed as the other gryphon diligently explored every inch of his twitching tailhole-mouth with lick after torturous lick, making the mage squeeze every muscle he could control of his assified body in reaction. His tail bounced up and down, to and fro as he was forced to endure the rough licks, his eyes alternating between being shut fiercely tight and shot wide open. Just when he thought he was at his wit's end, right when he felt like he was going to lose his mind, the other male plunged his tongue right past the taut lips of his thoroughly-licked tailhole and inside his altered mouth!

“KRYAAA!" Carson's gryphon gave a warbling cry and shivered from beak to tail tip, while the mind of the mage-turned-butt nearly blanked out from the sensation of being penetrated for the first time. His thoughts were scattered away on a flood of intense sensation that came from the muscular ring of his tailhole being wrenched open by the other gryphon's rough tongue.

'AhHhhHAAhhAAhhAAhhAaahHHAA~!' Carson mentally screamed. His tailhole-mouth squeezed down hard on the other gryphon's tongue in reaction to being forced open, but the bestial appendage was strong and slick enough to press in deep. The tongue dug into the sensitive squishy organs that part of his tongue had become, squeezing out their juices and making the gryphon butt go cross-eyed. He'd never had much of an interest in doing butt stuff, had never felt the bizarre pleasures that were assaulting his inverted body. The fact that he was pretty much just a gryphon ass made the unfamiliar sensations all the stronger.

Carson clenched and wiggled, jiggled and jostled as his mouth suffered from the searing ecstasy of the oral exploration. Every inch of his innards sizzled from the stimulation the other gryphon's long, fine-spined tongue brought, but all he could really do was squeeze and suck on the beast's tongue with his pucker of a mouth in a lewd mockery of a kiss. That, and wag his tail. His tail had perked up high into the air above him when he'd first been penetrated, and it continued to flag above his cheeks and flail about. The protracted tickling stimulation felt like it was driving him mad with sexual euphoria, but he had no means whatsoever of touching his throbbing cock.

When the rimming had finally finished, Carson felt the other gryphon's tongue withdraw from his quivering mouth with a wet, lewd pop. His tailhole relaxed and clenched with involuntary twitches, the beast's saliva drooling from his wrinkly pink lips and his vision blurry and unfocused. But he felt his owner's anxious readiness for something more feeding into his inverted form...

The gryphon before him reared up, forepaws slamming down on the top of Carson's cheeks. The other gryphon pulled himself forward, and suddenly Carson was face-to-face with the foot-long, wide-eyed gryphon-cock that had once been his teammate Finn. The engorged shaft had a set of glazed, pale blue eyes set in the creature's giant furry ballsack that could only have belonged to him. The ballsack of the boy turned breeding tool wobbled and clenched as he was dragged forward by his new owner, while the slit at the end of the dick wept a thick, viscous stream of precum. Finn's expression, as much as he could make one with most of his facial features grossly distorted, was almost apologetic, but whatever hesitation or resistance he had was smothered under a thick coating of bestial lust.

There was clearly nothing either of them could possibly do to prevent what was about to happen... and in the heat of the moment, Carson wasn't *entirely* sure he wanted it to stop. The gryphon cock he shared with his owner was rock-hard and soooo needy, and the gryphon butt knew that the only way they were going to get off and find sweet release was through him.

Carson squinted his eyes and clenched his pucker-mouth tight as he watched his cockified teammate swing closer and closer as the other gryphon prepared to mount him. Even as horny as he was after getting licked so hard and deep, the shameful horror of *actually* having an animal penis shoved into him was too terrible to contemplate. The very idea of it was so mortifying, the young wizard had held out hope that something would stop the ordeal from getting to the point he would *actually* be fucked. But the moment was fast approaching, and no rescue had materialized...

'No! Please not this! Anything but this! No-no-no-no-nooooo!' Carson silently begged, wondering if the gryphon he was attached to could even hear him. The gryphon's mind was so close to his own, but all he could sense was bestial lust, entirely unlike Carson's horror and disgust. If anything, the avian creature seemed to relish the dread in his recalcitrant rump.

The idea of being screwed by another guy was bad enough; there were no words for how much Carson did *not* want to be fucked by a gryphon-cock while magically transformed into a gryphon's ass. The fact that the cock in question happened to be one of his teammates made it that much worse, but as much as the inverted wizard didn't want to be buttfucked, the gryphon he belonged to hungered to be bred like a hen.

The eyes of the wizard-turned-gryphon-ass flashed wide open as he felt the warm, moist, turgid shape of the other gryphon's cock smack him right on his shut lips, sending a hot shock of strange pleasure through his inverted form. He could taste the salty, slimy, bestial musk of the other male; the raw, liquid need. The gryphon he belonged to made a coy, warbling, lustful chirp, while an anxious, needy tension roiled through Carson's transformed body. He felt a strange gratitude that the other beast had taken so much time to lick him as he felt the girth of his cockified teammate pressing against his mouth.

It only took a second for Finn's gryphon to line the mage-turned-dick up with Carson's tailhole-mouth. Then, the searing speartip of bird dick began to press against his puckered lips...

'Oh n-nononoNONONO..!' Carson mentally babbled, feeling the pressure build. He squeezed his mouth as tight as he could manage, but the speartip shape of the slick shaft seemed like it was built to invade just such a portal. He felt Finn's tip start to force his sphincter open, the oval ring of muscle burning from the strain of staying shut...

Carson quickly realized it was too much for him, and it was going to happen anyway, whether he liked it or not, whether he resisted with all his might or gave in. He closed his eyes and shook with a muted sob, raging against the curse that had done this to him, and then he relaxed his lips, and let it happen.

Finn's cocktip slowly slid past his lips. Every moment of the penetration was agonizing ecstasy. Carson would have cried out were he still able to, were his 'mouth' not stuffed completely full. The beast he was attached to *did* cry out, in a raspy avian screech that warbled with pleasure.

“Kryyaaaaaaa~!"

'Oh... sweet... Merlin..!' Carson thought, his eyes watering. More thick, hot, hard birdcock pressed into his mouth by the second. His circular lips were stretched wider than he thought possible, while the top part of the Finn-dick pressed deep into his body. The gryphon ass could feel every muscle in his straining tailpassage as the other gryphon's cock plowed him open, the whole of his inverted body quivering from the effort of absorbing the thrust. It felt like he was being split apart, both his cheeks quivering from the strain of being separated so forcefully...

But the sensation of being stuffed full of hot, hard, juicy gryphon-cock sent sharp shocks of intense sexual pleasure all through his body and deep into the avian member he shared with his own gryphon. He wasn't exactly sure which of them was responsible for the flexing of their hindpaws as he dealt with the dick being buried inside his tailhole of a mouth. He stared ahead at the furred set of gryphon legs getting closer and closer with his blurring vision as raw sexual pleasure coursed through his inverted form. He could feel the penis slide into his rectum, feel the smooth texture as it spread his lips wider still. Finn was so deep in him already; how much more could there be!?

'Uuughhhh! N-nooo... so... so full..!' Carson thought, tears dripping from his eyes.

The gryphon mounting him pushed even deeper into him, grinding his feathery groin against what was left of Carson's face, smushing against his quivering cheeks in a circular motion. Carson could hardly think; his mind was awash in the confusing, overwhelming sensations with being fucked by a huge gryphon cock as a giant bird butt. Finally, he felt the fat bulb of the other bird-beast's knot kiss against his lips.

Then, the head of the hot, hard, throbbing cock twisting around inside him found his prostate.

'UuuuUUnGhHhHGH! UhHWaaAhAHahhAAAH!' Carson pretty much lost the capacity for coherent thought as his prostate was rubbed by the hard bird dick buried inside him. He barely knew what a prostate was, but now he knew exactly what it felt like to have a thrumming penis pressing into it. His mouth clamped down on Finn's cockified body as the whole of his assified form twitched and clenched from the powerful stimulus.

“KrYAAAkKk!" his gryphon screeched.

Carson blinked the tears from his eyes as the maddening ecstasy continued, the gryphon butt hugging the shaft buried inside him with all his might. There was nothing he could do but suffer the agonizing, overstimulating pleasure of penile penetration. Every second of having the giant gushing gryphon dick stuffed into his depths felt like an eternity.

'OhHhh... Ahhh! Ahhhhhngh!' Carson mentally moaned, the sensations becoming overwhelming. 'Ahhhhngh, fuck! I... I... ahhhhhh, this c-can't be happening!'

But it was.

Slowly, the knot pressed against his lips went away and the Finn-cock inside him began to withdraw as the other gryphon pulled away. Carson shivered from the relief he felt as his tensed inner tunnel relaxed inch by inch, until only the head of the tapering penis was left inside his tailhole.

And then it happened again.

The second thrust came faster than the first, along with another elongated burst of pleasure. Carson's eyes twitched like crazy as he again felt the massive length of hard bird-cock spear into the sensitive tunnel of tailpassage behind his puckermouth.

'Oooohhhhfffffuuck, oh Merlin, o-oh man, a-ah!' came Carson's thoughts, scrambled by the waves of anxious expectation he felt as the head of the penis again approached his prostate. 'AhNghh-AHH! AHHHHH!' he mentally screamed. Again, white-hot waves of perverse ecstasy flooded the gryphon butt as his most sensitive place was violated by the cockified Finn.

The third thrust came even quicker. Carson could feel the precum deposited inside him making his innards feel slick and slippery.

'No-no-no-no-no-' Carson repeated, dreading the explosion of pleasure he knew was coming. When his prostate was again struck, his twitching eyes half-lidded and he hissed a mental gurgle of overstimulated bliss. As the dick hammering him was withdrawn, his bleary eyes barely opened to stare at the furry gryphon crotch filling his view.

Then the fourth thrust came, wet and sloppy from all the slick pre inside him. As the fourth thrust neared its apex, the sheer pleasure of having the other gryphon's cock buried inside him drove Carson to squeeze his mouth and cheeks around the delicious, musky meat. He mentally moaned as he was rewarded with a generous gush of fresh precum that shot inside him; he could taste the rich, salty, virility of it as Finn was again pulled back from inside him.

'Ahhh, what am I doing!?' Carson chided himself, squeezing his eyes closed from the shame and shaking back and forth as if trying to reject the perversity of what he'd just done. A part of him was supremely relieved that his prostate had been spared this time; another part was sullen he'd missed out on another blast of agonizing bliss...

The fifth thrust was, finally, a strange sort of perfection. Carson managed to tame his instincts enough to relax while Finn was pushing into him, only squeezing down around the gryphon-cock after he'd hit the supremely-sensitive organ. Carson mentally moaned while his host made a warbling screech from the pleasure as the hot, pulsating shaft stuffed inside him twitched like crazy.

By the sixth thrust, Carson's ability to resist had completely crumbled before the onslaught of sexual pleasure. He stared hard at the other gryphon's crotch as the giant bird cock was fed into his mouth, hungrily squeezing his tailhole of a mouth around the juicy, throbbing meat as he sucked it for all it was worth. The bird-beast fucking him built his ramming thrusts into a steady rhythm, a rhythm that Carson did his best to match with his own squeezing. Even though he was nothing more than a gryphon's ass, the inverted mage had very fine, almost perfect control over the creature's rear end. He did all he could to clench, suck, and squeeze the dick drilling into him in tune with the other gryphon's thrusts, and was rewarded with sexual pleasure beyond all sanity and reason.

The inverted mage wasn't sure at all how long the perverse coupling between him and Finn continued. Time felt meaningless to the gryphon butt, the surrounding world becoming insignificant. All that seemed to matter was the juicy cock sliding back and forth between his lips as it pushed deep into him and battered his prostate. The only thing that seemed to really matter was that the other gryphon's knot was starting to grind against his tailhole, seeking entrance. Carson could feel the thick fleshy bulb as it kissed his lips with increasing force, and wondered if he could possibly take such a thing inside him.

Overeager, Carson's first few attempts at swallowing up the other bird's knot were abortive failures. As wide as he tried to open his tailhole of a mouth, the giant knot was simply too big.

'Come ooooon, fuck! Fuuuuuuck!' Carson silently whined, desperate to have that fat gryphon-knot inside him. A part of him knew he absolutely *had* to have it, as certain as life itself. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the effort of stretching his tailhole-mouth wide enough to accept the thick knot battering his tight lips, doing all he could to swallow it. The pressure continued to build as the other gryphon pushed his Finn-cock all the way inside him. A half-inch, an inch more entered Carson's mouth; he could feel his stretching anus approaching the widest part of the knot...

'Ooohhhhhyyyyeeeeeeesssssss~!' the gryphon-butt cried, tears pouring from his twitching eyes. Almost, almost-!

Suddenly, finally, the slick, hot bulge slipped inside his mouth.

“HgGghhrlgghrlgh~!" Carson moaned around the thick pulsating cock locked inside his lips. Finn's cockified form twitched mightily inside the confines of his mouth as his knot finished swelling up to its full, majestic size. 'Yes! YES!' he mentally cried out his triumph, before his mind was again lost in the storm of sexual stimulation that came from his prostate being kissed by gryphon-cock. Now that Finn was knotted inside him he was filled by his teammate's full length and girth, leaving the twitching shaft shoved right up against the sensitive organ.

Carson's thoughts became an incoherent mental gurgle the instant that Finn began to cum inside him. The tip of the gryphon dick was shoved right against his prostate, which meant that each high-pressure blast of thick, hot gryphon cum spurted liquid pressure right into his most sensitive place. Carson was scared of what was happening to him; he couldn't think straight, could only feel the pleasure building and building inside him with each shallow, rapid, spurting thrust against his prostate. He felt like he was going to have some kind of orgasm, and didn't even know that he could have one as an ass.

“KrryaaYYAAAAAAArK-K-K-KA!" his gryphon screamed, as an insanely powerful climax rocked his rear.

Having an anal orgasm as a gryphon ass, from nothing more than being plowed by a knotted cock, was so overwhelming Carson could do nothing but spasm and clench in great, roiling, involuntary contractions. The ecstasy buried his conscious mind under a tsunami of raw, sexual pleasure far beyond the intensity of anything he thought possible. It was so strong he could barely feel the comparatively normal sensation of his gryphon's own penis violently ejaculating. The wildest, weirdest squelching sounds came from him as he squeezed around the spurting Finn-cock inside him, his orgasmic contractions sucking the volleys of bird cum deep into his owner's innards.

The titanic climax lasted far longer than anything Carson had experienced before. Long after the last spurt of seed from Finn, the gryphon butt that was Carson was still squeezing the softening penis with explosive spasms of ecstasy. Even past the most intense part of the peak, it felt sooooo good, the only coherent thoughts he could form involved the taste and texture of the sticky semen sloppily sloshing around inside him.

He had plenty of time to enjoy the feeling of his cockified teammate twitching inside him and the taste of his cum, given that they were knotted together. It was a supremely weird and yet incredibly satisfying feeling to have his insides stuffed full of sticky, gooey gryphon sperm. The immense load felt like it filled every last nook and cranny of his tailpassage, squishing around inside him with every tiny movement he made and totally secured by Finn's fat knot. Carson's sense of taste was completely saturated with the savory, bitter-salty flavor of potent gryphon-batter. He felt the Finn-cock buried inside him wiggle around, savoring the afterglow in his own way, and couldn't help but give his cockified teammate a few more squeezing sucks during the ensuing minutes.

They enjoyed the bizarre joining for a few more minutes while Finn's knot slowly softened, until finally the other gryphon began to push against Carson to free himself. The gryphon butt's mouth resisted the first few attempts, even though Carson tried to relax his sphincter. When it finally pulled free, Finn's gryphon stumbled back a step.

“mMhwAahh..." Carson moaned, blinking slowly. A thick, gooey strand of cum stretched from his lips to the tip of the cock that had just been inside him, only breaking after the gryphon took another step away.

The beast's forepaws were still resting on top of Carson's cheeks. He glanced towards Finn now that he could see his teammate's eyes again. The dazed eyes on the fat, furry ballsack gave him a bashful look, as if wanting to apologize for cumming so hard inside him and boast about it at the same time.

Dazed and drooling cum from his gaping mouth-hole, Carson absentmindedly brushed his tufted tail down between his cheeks to wipe up some of the leaking spooge. The whole of his butt-body still tingled with the delicious aftershocks of the anal orgasm as he looked out around the locker room from his rear vantage point and observed the ongoing bestial orgy.

Three gryphons were piled atop one another in a frenetic fuck-train. The penis of the gryphon on the bottom of the stack was swinging all around in a frenetic search for stimulation as his owner was butt-fucked, trying to rub his drooling tip against the bird-beast's furry belly. Two other gryphons were sprawled together against the lockers enjoying a sixty-nine, going back and forth between licking each other's cocks, balls and sheaths. The mages imprisoned as their genitals pushed themselves back against the gryphon's tongues as much as they could manage.

The last gryphon was standing besides the inverted Carson and Finn, his hard cock rocking up and down between his hindlegs as he stared at the thoroughly-creamed bird butt. The beast sidled up to Finn's new owner, rubbing a beak dripping with cum into the other creature's shoulder before frotting his horny penis against the slick meat of the transformed mage's body. Carson kissed his wrinkled lips together as he took in the sight of the two cockified young males being slapped together and coated with each other's sperm. He wasn't sure who exactly was being rubbed against Finn, but it hardly mattered. The penis looked just as big and juicy as the gryphon dick who had just been inside him.

Carson's mind was still suffused with the perverted lusts of his gryphon, but it was a lot easier to think when he wasn't being fucked. How come nobody had come to rescue them yet!? Hadn't their disappearance been noticed!?! Carson deeply regretted how badly they had humiliated the other Mageball team. If they hadn't bullied the Night Nagas so badly, they likely would have been more concerned at the disappearance of the Golden Gryphons. The bird-butt wondered when they would finally be rescued as he watched the other gryphons shuffle together in an awkward but passionate hug, his eyes fixed on the frotting forms of Finn and his new friend. Their drooling phallic forms had far more mobility than normal penises, even as erect as they were, twisting around and slapping their throbbing bodies together in a relentless search for stimulation.

By the time they finally broke away, Carson wasn't thinking about much besides just how delicious the twitching, rock-hard bird cocks looked and just how much he wanted to have one of them back inside him. Carson's gryphon lifted their tail and slowly flexed his hindquarters towards the two, while the inverted mage who wasn't Finn approached him. Carson squeezed his muscles in tune with his new owner, fixing the predator with lust-glazed eyes and smacking his sticky lips together with lewd kissing sounds.

Again, a heavy pair of forepaws smacked the top of the furry ass as the other gryphon prepared to mount him, his throbbing dick staring hard at Carson's mouth with unbridled lust. Unlike the first time, Carson felt very little of his prior horror and shame, all of those emotions buried beneath the carnal cravings he and his beast shared. He wasn't exactly sure what his gryphon was thinking, but he could sense the gist of it was, 'This is what you are for now'. Carson couldn't really disagree. His thoughts flowed into a rush of simple, primal desire while his pucker twitched with anticipation…

****

Carson and the rest of the Golden Gryphons had been trapped as gryphon parts for more than an hour before help had arrived to dispel the inversion curse. He had spent almost the entire time with an avian cock speared inside him and been brought to orgasm more times than he could count; he swallowed so much gryphon cum he could still taste it well into the next day. The prankster who had set up the elaborate magical curse was never caught; none of the Night Nagas themselves could have been responsible and all of the evidence had self-destructed. Whoever had done it was an extremely powerful mage; Carson wondered if it had been one of the professors.

Though the healers had sworn that they had removed the curse in its entirety, over the next week Carson had trouble sleeping. He had vivid dreams each night of the gryphon which had manifested from his body. Sometimes he was riding the gryphon as they flew through the skies, sometimes he *was* the gryphon, and sometimes he found himself again sinking underneath the creature's rear end. One night, Carson had been brushing his teeth, and without paying much attention had ended up wrapping his lips around the toothbrush and started sucking on it. He also found himself whistling a lot more often, finding it strangely natural to have his lips pursed close together. All of this worried him immensely, but the whole affair had been such a mortifying experience that none of the Golden Gryphons really wanted to talk about it. Carson had a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the team were having similar problems. He caught Wilfred doodling gryphons in his notebook, and walked in on Heath masturbating while squeezing his tongue with his lips as if it was still a penis.

A week later the Golden Gryphons were enjoying a much more muted celebration over the White Werewolves in Germany. They had all foregone showering, instead cleaning themselves off with cleansing charms so they could avoid using the shower room. After a short round of drinks inside the guest dorms, they had gone to bed early.

Carson awoke again about an hour after dozing off, feeling strangely restless. He noticed that the rest of the team were sleeping fitfully, and decided to take a walk to clear his mind. There was an expansive forest surrounding the campus with a lake in the middle, magically enchanted to keep away the normies. He decided it would be the perfect place for a stroll, so he put on his clothes and headed outside.

It was a warm summer's night, quiet and still. Carson walked towards the lake, feeling a little better the more he walked. But his curious sense of anxiety was like a snake slithering around in his belly.

He was almost to the water when the first cramp hit. His belly tightened and gurgled, and the tension he felt in his bones made them thrum with building energy. Carson fell to his knees, shivering as he held up his hands and watched his fingers shake with involuntary twitches.

“Noooooo-no-no-no! Not again! Please, not again!" Carson cried out, nearly sobbing as he felt the vile curse again manifesting. His twitching fingers began to swell out into thick pawdigits, wrists cracking as they bent backwards.

Carson scrambled to free himself from his clothes, throwing off his robe and stripping from his undershirt and shorts. Unfortunately, his reversed, stocky paws were too awkward to deal with his shoes or boxers. He was still struggling with his shoelaces when another wave of spasms rocked his body and he stumbled to the ground, landing on his hindpaws. His biceps bulged with muscle growth, swelling up into the stocky thighs of a beast, and felt his boxers draw tight against his groin as a gryphon head grew from his ass. He squawked with annoyance, twisting his head around inside the cloth prison as it fought to free himself.

“T-this can't be happening! They removed the curse! Th-p-pth-twahh!" His pleas were cut off as his lips squeezed shut. He felt them with his tongue, and could feel that his mouth was already on its way towards turning back into a tailhole. “Pl... phhngh... phwaffgk-!" Carson sputtered, wincing as his tail sprouted from the top of his forehead.

The developing head above his butt grew so big it simply ripped through the stretched fabric, and Carson felt himself rise up onto all fours as his treacherous limbs betrayed him. He could feel his feet bending around to face the other direction as they expanded out into clawed paws, ripping through his socks and shoes as the gryphon claimed more and more control over their body. The young mage shivered as his cheeks ballooned out into a broad set of buttocks and his breathing turned to musk-laden puffs of avian arousal. The whole transformation process seemed to happen much faster than before; scarcely two minutes had passed since he felt the first rumble in his belly, and now he was almost totally inverted. Carson could feel his awareness shrinking as he was again forced into the form of a gryphon's ass.

“Kryyaaawwhh... awww..!" the gryphon cawed, squeezing all four of their paws into the grassy earth. He arched his back and stretched out his limbs, screeching at the crescent moon overhead. Once again, the mythical manifestation was totally in control of the upside-down Carson.

Slowly blinking, Carson glanced up at the tail wagging just above his eyes and down at the back of his big fuzzy ballsack as the gryphon began to turn around. The fat on his flanks wobbled slightly as he was carried over to the edge of the lake, the dark water lit by nearby magical lanterns. The gryphon turned around so that his furry ass was hanging over the water, giving Carson a good view of his inverted form.

Aside from his eyes, he looked like nothing more than a big, furry gryphon butt, from the broad curves of his cheeks to the tufted tail that swayed back and forth in front of him. His tailhole twitched slightly as he stared at the taut pink pucker that his mouth had again transformed into, while his owner made a raspy snicker. Carson sensed the gryphon was enjoying his humiliation immensely; he saw the bird-beast's nutsack twitch with arousal as he felt their penis start to slide from their sheath.

The gryphon turned his head so that they could look each other in the eyes through the reflection on the still water. “Krryaaa, yahh, kraaaa-kraaaa~" The avian beast cawed to his unwilling passenger. The warbled words meant nothing, but Carson hardly needed a translation; he could feel the creature's thoughts wash directly into his mind.

'You. Mine. My cute, tight, butt~' the gryphon seemed to say, tensing his rear muscles and making Carson's tight lips squish together. Carson tried to cover his face with his tail but the gryphon forced it up high, leaving his lewd form entirely exposed. It hardly mattered anyway; his tail wasn't big enough to cover both his eyes at once.

Carson's eyes were sullen as he stared back at the predatory gryphon ogling his inverted form, feeling wave after wave of devious and lustful thoughts from his host. 'Always. Forever...' the bird-beast taunted, tensing the stout muscles of his rump and flicking their tail to and fro...

The horror of it all nearly brought Carson to tears. He was going to be stuck changing into a giant gay bird ass for the rest of his life!? Carson couldn't do anything but stare at himself and feel his furred form flex, awash with the gryphon's lust. His sensitive tailhole-mouth and inner passage tickled and tingled as his two halves were squeezed together; he could feel the creature's rampant desires start to overpower his shame and fear. The Mageball captain had done all he could to try and repress the memory of being fucked by his cockified team while turned into an ass, but with his inverted form again under the control of the horny bird-beast, they were flooding back in. He couldn't help but tense and quiver as he remembered how incredibly good it had been to be fucked, knotted, and stuffed absolutely full of cum. His mouth almost felt like it was watering, the musk glands just inside his twitching tailpucker of a mouth sweating off concentrated gryphon musk. It was maddening to be trapped in such a needy, sensitive form that was also totally incapable of masturbation.

Carson's reverie was broken by a loud howl from somewhere nearby. He felt his owner turn to face the nearby forest, aroused trepidation swimming through his mind as he continued to slowly squeeze his muscular cheeks together. He could hear someone, or several someones, approaching, but he was being faced away from where the noise was coming from.

“What... what is that? Why is there a gryphon here?" someone said. It was the voice of a young man, and a vaguely familiar one at that.

“Nhghh... m-maybe weh could ride him back to get helpf?" someone else replied. Their voice was strangely slurred.

“Mmhft. Fmhmlt mhth bahh duhf?" The third person was totally unintelligible.

'Oooh... new friends. Wanna meet them?' Carson's gryphon said.

'No!!!' Carson mentally spat at his owner.

Snickering, the gryphon immediately turned around and presented his ass to the newcomers. Carson winced, his eyes half-closed as he felt his gryphon flag his tail and wiggle him in their direction, but he could make out three of the White Werewolves, still wearing their riding robes.

“AhhHHHH! Wuh tha fuhtk!?" exclaimed one of the boys. This one had a twitching, turgid, tapering tongue and a mouth that was in the process of becoming a furry sheath.

“Merlin, is that one of the Golden Gryphons!?!" said another. He was a muscular young man who seemed the least affected; aside from the white fuzz that had sprouted across his face, he almost looked normal.

“MmmmGHHHm!" the third one moaned, his eyes opened as wide as humanly possible. This Mageballer had wide puffy cheeks and a fluffy canine tail for a beard, along with a dark wrinkly mouth that was a tight, clenched ring. Carson tried to give the young man a sympathetic look as the horrified mage pressed his fingers against his puckered lips as he reckoned with the realization that he was going to be ending up just like the gryphon butt.

Hearing the cries of their teammates, the rest of the inverting White Werewolves came stumbling out of the woods. Most of them were further along than the first three, awkwardly struggling to move on backwards-facing paws. Beneath the back of their robes came a series of muffled howls.

Carson took in the spectacle with a sense of mounting horror. Just how many people had been cursed like his team!? Evidently, whoever it was had just struck again, but how many others were suffering from the same humiliating condition? Were they traveling between magic academies, or was there some unseen transmission vector? He had so many questions, but he was having trouble keeping his thoughts together. His eyes were drawn to the canine cocks growing from the mouths of most of the White Werewolves, throbbing thicker by the second, oozing precum, growing rigid and ready...

The panicked cries of the other mages became muffled moans as they continued to mutate into lupine penises and furry butts. Carson felt his form slowly quiver and clench, his mind swimming in a thick stew of simple, bestial lust. He knew that it wouldn't be long before he was going to be used for his new purpose, but all he could do was wag his tail and mash his puckered lips together as he watched the others invert. The shock and horror in their eyes began to melt away as more and more of their bodies were taken over by the curse, subsumed by the urges of their altered state. Several of them were already awkwardly stroking their cock-tongues, but even those who tried to resist were being rubbed against the ground by their new owners.

Caron's eyes were drawn to one mage in particular who was in the middle of transforming into a wolf-cock. All his limbs were bent the wrong direction, and his crotch was host to a fully-developed lupine muzzle. The werewolf taking over his body had shook off his riding robe and was tearing away his human's shirt with his teeth. The mage tried to keep hold of his undershirt but his hands-turned-hindpaws couldn't get a good grip, and his shaftlike head was left naked and dangling.

The inverting young man was lifted up and tilted to the side as the wolf raised one of their hindlegs, and a queer, confused look of panic flashed across his face. He started to cough, head shivering and swiveling from side to side, snot and drool pouring from his nose and mouth. Shortly after the strange fit began, he started to gag, and suddenly a burst of yellow-tinged liquid spat from his lips. A second, more powerful burst followed the first, arcing to the ground in a long spray. The boy's lips flexed open as the pointed tip of a canine cock grew from his mouth, his mutating head shivering and starting to sag as a solid stream of wolf piss spewed from his tongue-turned dick and landed right on his discarded riding robe.

The panic in the transforming White Werewolf turned to an expression of pleasured relief as the stream of urine coming from his cock grew stronger, fur sprouting all across his shrinking face as it began to tighten around the canine dick growing from inside it. Most of his facial features were absorbed into the developing lupine sheath, split between two distinct halves that were becoming an enormous furry ballsack. The piss gushing from the tip of the dick continued to splatter across his riding robe as his wolf used him to soak it in urine. Carson's tail energetically swayed back and forth as he watched the strangely-erotic spectacle.

Carson watched the werewolves begin to pair up with one another. Three of the White Werewolves had ended up as asses and five of them canine cocks. The gryphon butt shivered in sympathy as he watched the wolf butts quiver from being licked for the first time, only to notice that one of the beasts had taken a special interest in him. The werewolf sauntered over on all fours, his twitching, wide-eyed cock slapping against his belly and thighs with each step.

The gryphon Carson was a part of turned his head around and saw. 'Oh, he looks like he likes you~' Carson's owner taunted him, swishing their tail and wiggling his butt towards the developing werewolf-cock.

The gryphon ass drank in the sight of the knobby ridges of the other male's thick penis; the lupine cock was thicker and meatier than the bird dicks that had been shoved into him before. His musk-glands leaked wafting waves of his arousal as his mouth twitched in expectation, craving stimulation. Carson was so aroused he wouldn't have resisted even if he'd been able to. He flagged his tail up as the horny werewolf got right up in his face, shuddering from a burst of pleasure as a strong canine tongue licked across his puckered lips...

By the time the slobbery rimjob had ended, Carson was a drooling, twitching mess. He blinked and quivered as the werewolf got up on his hindlegs and prepared to mount him. Carson briefly made eye contact with the werewolf's penile prisoner, wondering what was going through the newly-inverted boy's mind as he was hoisted up and pointed right at the bestial tailhole that made up Carson's mouth. The gryphon butt mentally moaned with joy as he felt the canine penis press against his pucker and push inside him, swallowing the wolf's thick cock up to the knot with no difficulty at all. The gryphon butt twitched madly, his thoughts a whorling mess of whorish screams as he squeezed against the hot, hard, throbbing cock penetrating him right to the core. His gryphon was just as vocal, squawking and screeching with each euphoric thrust into his tight ass.

'Rrrawk, yes, yes! This is what you are for~' the gryphon taunted.

Carson couldn't protest. It was so intense, so mind-bendingly pleasurable to be screwed that in the midst of the interspecies gay coupling, Carson couldn't think of anything but squeezing and relaxing himself in tune with the cock dominating him. There was simply nothing else he could do. The sexual ecstasy built higher and higher, faster and faster, far past the point where he would have cum had he been in his natural shape. But for the gryphon ass, he was forced to ride out the storm of bestial euphoria, absorbing thrust after ball-slapping thrust until the werewolf's knot was slowly worked past his tight lips and locked inside his mouth. He came as he was being filled by volley after powerful volley of lupine cum, explosions of raw sexual pleasure rocking the knotted, cross-eyed gryphon ass.

And that was only the first time he was fucked that night. After the spent werewolf tugged his softening knot out of his mouth, Carson found the lakeside orgy had been joined by the rest of the Golden Gryphons, all of them in their inverted gryphon-dick forms. Since there were considerably more cockified mages than asses, he found himself in high demand all night.

Carson awoke the next morning face-down in the grass with a tremendous erection, partially glued to the greenery surrounding the lake by drying cum. He was naked save for the remains of his socks, of which little was left besides the part that went around his ankles. Fuzzy memories of his time as a gryphon butt came filtering back in, which both filled him with revolting shame and made his rock-hard cock twitch. Carson found his shirt and riding robe and threw them on, walked back to the guest dorm, and collapsed in his bed after casting a shadow spell over it.

His sleep was unusually deep and peaceful, as strange as it was. He dreamt that he was sleeping in his bed, only in his inverted form, a plush gryphon butt pressed snug and tight into the mattress by his slumbering owner.

****

The next week Carson went to bed as early as possible after taking a heavy dose of sleeping potion right after the game was over. He had been way too embarrassed to make the painful inquiries necessary for removing the curse, and hoped that a deep, magical slumber might prevent him from inverting again.

He awoke in the middle of the night somewhat slowly, with the buzz of arousal already cutting through his lethargy. His face was smooshed down into his pillow, feeling oddly comfortable being pinned down by the weight of his growing body. Carson yawned, the sensation very weird as his puckered lips stretched.

“N-nah... naht ahgin!?" Carson said, his voice muffled by the pillow.

'Mhh... naughty boy~' Carson could sense his gryphon chiding him for trying to subvert the transformation. Shortly after he yawned, he felt a weird rush of air through his rear as the beak growing from his behind opened in a mirrored yawn.

Carson pushed his face up off the pillow with a pair of hands that were already pointing the wrong direction, shivering as his tail began to grow from the top of his head once more. He shook his head back and forth, softly crying out in agonized frustration.

“AhhhhhhhHhghmmmpffffrsh-Shlrk!-shltpk-!" His voice grew strained and then quiet, as his lips began to once more pucker up. “Futkp! Fuhk!"

Stumbling from his bed, Carson rushed into the bathroom so the inevitable commotion he was going to make wouldn't wake anyone else, only to find the rest of the Golden Gryphons already there. The group of them all turned and stared needfully at their captain, most of them masturbating the tongue-penises and groping one another.

“C-Carshon, mate... we've been waithink for yuh..." Stephen slurred, hugging his lean, naked body against Carson and quickly drawing him into a perverted kiss.

Carson's eyes fluttered as he felt the other mage's rigid tongue press against his sensitive mouth-pucker. Stephen's slick shaft wiggled against his lips and pried them open, before sinking deep into his transforming mouth. Carson trembled, sucking on the thick, throbbing cock-tongue as it grew bigger and harder inside him. He moaned around the other boy's cock as the delightful penetration sent shivers all throughout his body, feeling his inversion rapidly progress. It felt really weird, but really good, to be turning upside-down with a penis already inside him.

The bizarre kiss deepened as Carson felt his mouth and throat shrinking into a tight tunnel, the gryphon head growing from his butt giving soft warbling caws of pleasure. Carson and Stephen continued to hug and press their faces together, tails colliding as their bones cracked and their bodies swelled up with muscle. Carson wobbled on his feet as the progressing transformation remade them into leonine forepaws, falling down to the floor when they reversed direction. Stephen followed him down, keeping his shaft buried deep inside Carson's mouth the whole time.

The transition from making out with Stephen the mage to being fucked by Stephen the gryphon cock was a smooth, unbroken process. As their inversions neared completion, Carson's increasingly-tight tailhole of a mouth remained firmly wrapped around the thickening, throbbing penis pistoning in and out of his depths. Carson mentally screamed with joy as he squeezed around thrust after thrust from his cockified compatriot, shaking with each slap of the other gryphon's ballsack against his furry cheeks. His gryphon's hindlegs twitched from overstimulation as the perverse coupling continued, until the gryphon ass felt his mouth stretch around Stephen's swelling knot and a massive load of gryphon cum was blasted deep inside him.

When Stephen's knot had finally shrunk down enough and the two tied gryphons separated, Carson felt his gryphon carry him into the shower room where four of the bird-beasts were waiting expectantly. The other gryphons and their dicks looked at him weird, and the inverted mage wondered why as his owner stood up on his hind legs and stretched himself against the wall of the shower. The other gryphons pointed their writhing penises at the exposed ass as he stared back at them, not sure what exactly to expect. His cockified teammates all had weird, smug expressions.

'Claiming you. Marking you.' his gryphon said.

Then, one after another, urine shot from the cockified mages. Carson blinked rapidly as four powerful streams of hot urine splattered onto his fur, shivering heavily from the humiliating treatment. The pressurized jets of urine seemed to be aimed right at his mouthpucker, washing away the cum drooling from his lips and making the sensitive folds tingle from the stimulation. There was so much spraying over him that his furry cheeks quickly turned sodden and soggy from the four simultaneous golden showers. Carson continued to shiver, his lips twitching and tingling as they were blasted with piss and he was forced to taste the salty, musky, watery flavors. He hated to say he didn't really hate it.

That was also the first night that he was pissed inside of. He wasn't even sure if it was entirely intentional, or if the gryphon cock knotted inside him simply couldn't soften fast enough to go elsewhere. That was a *very* weird feeling, especially since the high pressure jet of urine happened to be directed right at his prostate just after he'd had a very powerful anal orgasm. Carson quivered like mad from the overstimulation of his ultra-sensitive prostate, unable to do anything besides slap his tail around ineffectually. He couldn't believe how full he felt, his inner tunnel bloating from the mix of gryphon urine and gryphon cum. There was so much of it, he actually felt some leak past his lips and start dripping down his taint, down the back of his owner's balls, and onto the tile floor below.

When the other gryphon's knot popped free from his lips, a messy slurry of precum, cum and piss sprayed from Carson's mouth against the furry groin in front of him. The mage-turned-birdbutt was absolutely burning with humiliation from the filthy, disgusting, ineffably erotic event. Even with his lips squeezed closed, the watery stuff filling his insides continued to slowly leak from his mouth. His fur positively reeked with his teammates' musk, completely saturating the weakened sense of smell and taste he had in his inverted form.

The gryphon who had filled him up leered at him, then stretched out his forepaws and grabbed Carson's cheeks. The other bird-beast squeezed and apart the cheeks of the avian ass, forcing a spray of semen and piss from Carson's mouth. Then, he did it again. The ashamed mage squeezed his eyes shut and shivered, absolutely mortified. Conversely, Carson's gryphon was positively delighted, excitedly cawing his relief with each squirt from his ass.

'What in the hell is wrong with you all!?!' Carson protested to his gryphon, weakly blinking his eyes open and silently pleading with the other beast to stop the torment. But even as he spoke, he could feel perverse waves of sexual pleasure washing through him from his titillated owner.

His gryphon's reply was psychic laughter, followed by a shake of his rump.

Carson couldn't really admit it to himself, but being covered in hot piss and having it sprayed across him really was weirdly erotic. It seared into his mind the concept that he was an instrument of pleasure, a sexual object, the focus of intense carnal attention when inverted. He looked down from the gryphon in front of him to the bestial penis who had just urinated into him, and saw a gleeful smirk on the satisfied cock.

The bestial orgy continued until the light of dawn began to filter in through the windows set high in the bathroom walls. Carson was numb and dazed, having been fucked silly by his team. The fur covering his cheeks was damp and matted down with sticky, drying cum and his mouth was sore from being knotted more times that he could count. He and his gryphon both yawned as the beast walked out of the bathroom and back towards the dorm proper, a gooey trickle of fluids drooling from Carson's lips and down the bird-beast's taint and ballsack.

Carson wobbled slightly as his gryphon leapt up onto his bed, walked a couple of circles around atop it, and then plopped his ass down on Carson's pillow. The gryphon butt closed his eyes as he was pushed into his pillow, feeling his mouth leak a little onto his bedding. He was too tired to complain about his gryphon messing up his bed, and knew that the beast would only find his indignation amusing. Besides that, it felt really comfortable to be resting on the soft pillow, held firmly in place by his gryphon's weight.

****

And so it went, every Friday night, without fail. Sometimes it happened early into the evening and sometimes later at night, but like clockwork, Carson found himself being turned upside-down and again assuming the shape of a horny gay gryphon butt. The beast he was entwined with never seemed to lack for partners, especially since the transformation was on the same schedule as his Mageball games. To his horrified delight, he would discover that most of the other teams had been afflicted by the same cursed existence as the Golden Gryphons, forced to turn into the sexual organs of their namesake creatures when the time was right. A few months later, when the Night Nagas came to England for a game, he learned that the reason none of them had been investigating the disappearance of Carson and his team the first night they had changed was because they had been busy inverting into serpentine cloacas and shoving their hemipenes into one another.

Carson got the chance to get closely acquainted with several transformed Night Nagas during a rematch later in the season. By the end of the season, Carson had been kissed and rimmed, fingered and fucked by all kinds of mythical creatures, and had every member of his own team shoved inside him at least once. Thick, knotted werewolf cock and hard gryphon dicks; bumpy, twin-shafted naga hemipenes and writhing, prehensile wyvern penises went inside him deep and hard... not to mention the spiny shaft of a manticore, the giant flared breeding tool of a pegasus, and even a dragon's mighty member. Each had their own unique taste and texture, each kind of congress a different storm of passionate stimulation. Carson was used in every erotic way that a butt could be used... though thankfully never in the one way he did not ever want to experience! Something about the inversion curse had specifically been engineered to spare him the more distasteful duties of a gryphon's rear.

Carson never really got completely comfortable with his were-gryphon-ass nature, doing everything he could to conceal it under the guise of 'training exercises' and 'weekend trips'. His face would burn with shame whenever one of his teammates made a remark that referenced his transformed state. He certainly never did anything with other males during any other part of the week, still finding the concept quite off-putting when he was in his normal shape. He even found a steady girlfriend right around the time that classes started back up after the summer. When Rupert had actually discovered a way of removing the curse in a permanent fashion, not one of the Golden Gryphons showed any interest.

Every time he found himself twisting wrong-way-round, the gryphon manifested from the inversion curse seemed to become more of a real and independent creature. Carson could hear his thoughts quite clearly, sometimes even when he wasn't physically present. The gryphon even took on a name; 'Whose-Wings-Spread-At-Sunset'. For a total bottom slut of a bird, the gryphon was otherwise quite dominant. He ordered around the other gryphons with the same commanding will and presence that Carson had when he was leading the team. Carson often found himself being kissed by an eager tongue while 'Whose-Wings-Spread-At-Sunset' sat on their face, softly cawing and squeezing his rump muscles energetically. Even while Carson found himself stuffed full of twelve inches of gryphon dick, the bird would order the bird mounting him to speed up and aim for his prostate.

As much as 'Whose-Wings-Spread-At-Sunset' enjoyed taunting and teasing his butt-buddy, he also absolutely adored the human mage he was joined with. That, more than the sheer sexual euphoria of inversion, kept Carson from seriously considering dispelling his cursed state. It was awful to think that his constant companion might disappear forever. As paradoxical as it was, having the gryphon's mind hanging around the edges of his own was really beneficial. The mythical bird had boundless confidence and an irrepressible drive, and constantly encouraged Carson to push his studies, workouts and training to the limit. His grades actually improved, he had more confidence with 'the hens' as the gryphon called girls, and he stopped masturbating altogether. It was like all of the distractions and bad behaviors he had were concentrated entirely into the time he spent on Friday as a horny gryphon ass.

Not all of their time together was even sexual. After a half-dozen orgies had worked the worst of it out of their system, Carson and his gryphon spent some of their time together napping under starry skies, flying around in the cool quiet air, and fishing under the ruddy glow of the sunset. The young mage particularly enjoyed having his fur sensually groomed by another gryphon's beak, and feeling all his stout muscles relax when they bathed in hot springs. Of course, having hot, gay, gryphon butt-sex was still the best part of being inverted, and Carson never spent the night transformed without having at least one rock-hard animal cock spurting a massive load of tasty cum into his deepest depths and driving him into an insanely powerful anal orgasm. There was simply nothing like it, nothing that could compare to the raw pleasure of being fucked and creamed and left a quivering wreck of an ass.

They never found the culprit ultimately responsible for the bizarre spate of inversion-curse attacks. All they knew was that he or she had methodically targeted every single Mageball team competing for the crown that summer, forcing the young men into reversed versions of their namesakes. But after a year had passed, and Carson got used to being the sexiest part of a gryphon's body and having a very close friend who was always around, he would have thanked them if he knew who they were.