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Noble stables This story contains: Feral gryphon tf, heat, breeding, and gryphons The great gardens of his parents estate were always the best place for the young Aaron to relax, he had found. When life of nobility began to wear at his psyche, forcing him into discomfort, or if the dice of life gave him a set of snake eyes, this was the place where everything had disappeared. Taking in the beautiful sights of rare trees with glowing fruits, the smells of fascinating flowers with beautiful looks, and thickets full of flowering botanical bushes, he could feel every drop of life's woes and worries fall away, and disappear beneath him as if they never existed at all. But, besides the beauty of glowing fruits and sweet smelling flowers, there was another great attraction that brought Master Aaron into peace, the stables! Ever the animal lover, Aaron had always come around the stables whenever there were animals inside, especially the mythical ones. Horses came and went, dragons and wyvern sometimes graced the wooden building with their fearsome presence, and even some fairy folk were able to stay the night in there for reasons he was never told. Though there was always a permanent set of residents that always gave Aaron a sense of joy, the local flock of Gryphons. Every year, usually around the summer, a rather large flock of wild gryphons would arrive at the stables and stay until winter would come, and it always was the same pack. Aaron knew it because of how the group reacted to him and his family. Usually gryphons were extremely territorial, and weren't at all merciful whenever someone encroached on their land, which he learned when they first arrived when he was a boy. But as the first year of aggressive screeching and posturing went, and the beasts returned through the years, they soon would begin to warm up to the family who's stable they squatted in. And to Aaron, as the years passed, and he could come closer to them, he became enchanted with their every detail. The way they acted, their kinship amongst other gryphons, and how they acted towards him as they warmed up. Once he was finally able to be closer to the creatures -whenever his dad stopped pulling him back whenever he tried going closer- he was fully thrown into their own little world of pack politics, and of course their many personalities. One who took his interest above all else was a young Gryphoness, about his age (Gryphons had lifespans similar to humans) who he named ' Sylvia, ' due to a light gray streak she had on her feathers. He fondly remembered her being a little girl when he was a little boy, and how she would usually give him rides on her back - after some treats - or play some chase with him. The two approached each other as they did at the beginning of every summer, and the old song and dance came again. Rubbing and scratching on Sylvia's cheek, and near her ears. Preening at Aaron's hair -mostly rubbing with the beak, she understood her own strength- with some affectionate cooing. And once they finished their little moves of affection, they soon nuzzled each other on the face, which got a grin from Aaron. " You're back again, gal~ " He told her with another cheek scratch, getting some more warped bird noises from her. " Guessing the flights have been a long one, hm? Escaping the cold, flying however long it takes to get here in a few long flights… must be hell. " Mused master Aaron while he came to wrap his arms around her neck in a sort of hug, failing to fully cover it, he was however satisfied. Once the hug was broken, and the two stared at each other again, Aaron raised his hand to his chest as he felt his heart begin beating harder than normal. His breath had started to shorten in panic, but he stayed calm as he felt the beats become slower and harder in their pace. Before he could reassure Sylvia that he was fine, a sudden feeling akin to numbness rushed his every inch, and a moan left as he visibly began to grow in height and weight, causing his clothes to stretch and tear as he suddenly turned a whole three sizes larger. Sylvia backed up a couple paces, staring in fear as Aaron himself tumbled back a couple steps, falling on his suddenly beefy back as it only grew larger, tearing his undershirt to shreds. Huffing and puffing, Aaron turned around to try and stand himself up, yet couldn't. Instead, as he tried to stand, he would again be paralyzed by another great wave of sensation, this time coming from his lower half. Cocking his head back to see, he watched as his pants would start to shimmy and slide off his hips, his undergarments torn to rags by his freshly transformed loins. What was once a mere six inches, with some golf ball sized stones beneath, had become at least a solid twelve, accented by a pair of grapefruit sized nuts. Fascinated, he watched while its shape began to change, and fur started to sprout around his sack, and began to spread. All the while it only put him deeper and deeper into a transformation laced stupor, the great feelings of warmth and electric pleasure that he got from touching himself sensing his brain into a temporary haze. While he was laying on the grassy ground, shallow breathed, Sylvia would take the opportunity, as she seemed to realize what was happening. Walking over to the paralyzed Aaron, she would run her beak across his taught pants and start tearing away at them, helping the now triple sized Aaron be free of his pants shaped prison. Once his pants were now reduced to rags, she noticed a pair of bulges beneath his jacket, and began to tear at that, too. A pair of weird, skinny bits of flesh revealed themselves as his jacket was torn away, those being a vestigial pair of wings that weren't done growing. Now, as they were revealed a thick coat of feathers had began to sprout on the once naked, fleshy bits he would soon call wings. By then Aaron had realized what was happening to him, and turned his head to face Sylvia, not having realized she was the one freeing him of his rags. Though as his eyes looked upon her, he didn't see Sylvia, The Gryphon. He saw Sylvia, The Pack Mate, instead. While his body had by then been freed (mostly) of its human remains, other changes started to come upon him, this time starting with his brain. Once his body was slowly forced onto all fours, and most of the joints and ligaments started changing, the alchemy of his brain started to change as drastically. The original sensations of fear amd anguish he felt while transforming (mostly due to lack of experience) began to dissapear, the pleasing feeling of accomplishment and content replacing those original feelings. As for recognition and knowing who was who, he still had his sense of self, even if his body was twisting and churning into an animal form that felt more natural then his human self. But Sylvia, as mentioned earlier, took on a new appearance when he looked to her. Sure, she was still the friend Aaron knew and loved, but she seemed to take on a deeper, more primal, sort of love, as if she was his mate. He had been around and friendly enough with her to consider her his own, but that thought was interrupted by another sudden change in his head, this one being the growth of a beak. Parting his lips, a beak of solid yellow started to grow from his mouth to replace the one he already had, and alongside that, his nose would stretch with it as well. Once his nose began to merge with the beak, his sense of smell grew fourfold, the normal farm stink of roughened mud and animal refuse hitting him like a train, but a different smell hit his nose equally as hard, distracting him from his lengthening neck and coat of feathers. A smell that was rough in nature, like a harsh whiskey, but at the same time attractive and lightly flowery, like a bouquet of flowers. Luckily it overtook the farm stink, to his suprise. Tracing the scent with a few sniffs, its Intoxicating aroma distracting him from his chanting limbs, he found the smell was coming from Sylvia. Finding that out, and letting his primal brain do the job, he knew why she had that absolutely addicting odor. You're in heat~ He thought to himself, taking in more of her scent. Brain being fizzled aside, his body was close to completion. Without realizing it, his lower half was converted into thag of a gryphon, with large taloned feet replacing his own feet and hands, a great coating of fur covering his now naked being, muscles that could do well in tearing apart whatever prey was in his taloned grasp, and of course enhanced innards. His head, aside from the light feathering and beak, was normal. But, like the rest of his body, its humanity want really longing for this world. It didn't take too long for a thick coat of feathers to fully cover his head, and hide the changes going on beneath. His ears would loose their shaoe and become more akin to simple ear holes, helping sound bounce and move to track all sorts of prey. His eyes, once small in relation to his head, began to enlarge in size, and change in anatomy, enabling his vision to see farther then be used to, and had the saturation of the colors around him increase. The mud beneath his feet seemed to become much more pitted and ruined with the extra sharpness in his vision, and the colors he could now see from his and Sylvia's coat were awe inspiring. The reds and browns they both had became brighter, and the light flecks of grays and blacks in their feathers turned into lighter colors akin to washed out blues and browns. And the main final touches would come in time. His neck finally lengthened just enough to fit his fatter body, his body had adjusted to its new form, and his formerly human genitals were quickly changed. Already covered in a sheath, the once six inch piece of meat became a near fourteen inch slab of breeding tool, with about the width of a soda can alongside it to help it push inside a needy Gryphoness. His jewels were sized up accordingly, a pound per nut, safely held inside a furry little sack to keep them from harm, and to show off. Finally his tail grew in, and an inhuman caw came as he was able to flick and flop it around his rear end. Once he was able to do so, he stood, and staggered while his body adjusted to its new everything, and Aaron was starting to comprehend it all by the time Sylvia decided now was her time to strike. Approaching and giving Aaron a peck, she startled him lightly, causing him to stagger a few inches before looking back at her, and freezing, staring at her for about a minute. In that minute he took in her every detail as he did before, but this time with his new set of eyes, taking in a whiff of her smell, and recognizing that she was in heat by its sharp, flowery odor. Subconsciously he started to grow erect st the smell, his instinct telling him to do so. A once six incher held safely in its sheath quickly expanding out of its furry little safe space, reaching fourteen inches (average for gryphons) in the span of a few seconds. Wondering what he should do next, the obvious soon came to him as Sylvia began to rub up on him and coo, rubbing herself up on him. Primal senses told him the obvious, smell aside, she wanted to mate, specifically with him. But instead of taking the initiative as many others would do, Aaron would stand and let Sylvia rub and make noises app around him, the instinct not having properly kicked in yet. Finally, thinking he'd get the hint, Sylvia would stand in front of him, spread her rear legs, and expose the leaking labia for her mate to be to see, looking back at him with as devilish of a look as she could manage with a beak. Thankfully, Aaron got the message, and walked over to her well defined rear, hypnotically looking at her bits as if they were foreign to him (which they were). After a few moments of ogling, and letting his brain fill in the final details, he began to mate. Flanking Sylvia with his meaty paws, and angling his erect tip towards his partners hole while adjusting the grip of his rear legs, preparing for a lunge inside. Taking a breath, and closing his eyes, Aaron would take his first thrust in. All the way through the thrust, Aaron shook in pleasure, his breathing becoming shaky and shallow as he split the fleshy walls of his mate apart. He heard the same sound from Sylvia, albeit in the firm of a long, drawn out breath, stopping as his sheath rubbed upon her lips. Taking the feelings in, Aaron soon after began to pull back, wiggling his hips around a bit to properly pull away before sending himself back inside, letting off a coo alongside his mates. Once he pulled and pushed a third time, he started to pick up his slow, scattered pace and began to thrust in a nice, consistent manner, finding a good rhythm to slide in and out to. While he only breathed and huffed, Sylvia cooed, cawed, and beat her wings lightly as she was bred. A few minutes passed as Aaron finally got himself close to orgasm, and close enough to breed his first ever mate. Closing his eyes and sending a final thrust in, the great, warm feeling that built up in his chest from the minutes of thrusting emptied, and a great burn came from his fat, furry nuts. With a loud screech, and a furious beating of his wings, he blew his load right where it needed to be, quenching the stench of the heat Sylvia was in. His legs locked, and he felt the silky smooth walls of his mate tighten on his nether bits, squeezing more load out inside her, ensuring she was thoroughly bred. Once the tightened grip came loose, Aaron shakily stepped away from the leaking hole of Sylvia, and let off a soft coo as he watched her get up. Approaching her side, he showed her a dash of affection by preening her some, getting a rise out of her as tiredness began to set in. Wanting a spot out of the sun, Aaron walked over to the stables, needing a nap, and Sylvia followed suit.