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Some Kind of Gryphon

His Transformation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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This story is from Some Kind of Gryphon, focusing on the relationship, lust and love of two main characters throughout, and available below to read in full.

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Michael knew what he had to do. He’d known it from the very first time that he’d held her beak in his hands, the gryphoness that was so much larger than him and yet everything that he’d ever wanted. A beauty to hold close to his heart with her rich, brown feathers, shining with glimmers of gold in the right light, Kareen was devastatingly gorgeous in ways that he had never before anticipated ever coming to light, the shine of her coming through from the inside. She knew just how to make his heart sing and, oh, she did it so very well, taking his breath away each and every day, her gryphon feathers blending into fur and a long, sensual tail that he could wrap his fingers around and tickle even as Kareen chirped and squirmed.

It was ticklish! That’s what she professed over and over again but she’d still return the so-called favour to Michael by preening his blonde hair, working her beak through it, as they lay before the fireplace, letting the flickering, dancing flames snap and crackle up kindling, the wood that gave its life so that it may be transformed into another element entirely. They spent hours on hours talking about nothing at all and, even before their first time being intimate together, bodies moving as one, they had known that they were meant to be.

“I’m going to miss this...”

Kareen murmured as she tickled his scalp with the tip of her beak, nuzzling in close, letting the warmth of her much larger body warm him as they lay in their living room before the fire, the sofa pushed back to give them even more room than normal on the luxuriously thick, plush rug. She stretched out her forepaws, claws pricking into the sheepskin, and Michael smiled faintly as he leaned into her, an arm over her back though he had to stretch to do so, her wings laid over the limb.

Every part of them was tangled together in the best of ways and, truly, neither of them would have had it any other way as the tip of her fluffy tail twisted around his ankle, seeming to at least attempt to ensure that her human lover would not make good on any kind of escape before the deed was done.

And yet he could not, would not. Michael was there to stay and he groaned softly as she nuzzled his crotch, twisting around him to reach, though Kareen had a lot more reach about her being such a larger creature. He tried to tell her that he loved her, that she had changed his life forever, the shadows cutting around the muscle of his finely defined chest and abdominal muscles, his body kept lean before things were going to... Well, just before. They didn’t know yet if it would work and his heart pounded ferociously, driving a beat against his ribcage, a musical undertone to the drama of the happenings in the present moment. It throbbed and demanded attention and yet Michael could not give it that attention as his lover’s tongue oh so very skilfully twisted and wound itself around his cock, that part of his body very aptly rising to attention with little persuasion at all.

It was strange how she used her beak but Kareen had long ago worked out what her love liked and adored, Michael parting his lips in a soundless cry as that long, slippery appendage curled around him. It was not like a woman’s mouth and it was not like a hand but something far better, tight and yet soft at the same time, always moving. She slurped his shaft into his mouth with relish and moaned around him, letting the soft vibrations from her throat and beak travel up his cock and into his body, sending a tingle into his nuts. The sack of them seemed to tightened but with his head pounding in such a way it was more than merely a little difficult to tell what was real and what was imagined, what his mind was merely striving to understand, make sense of sensations that were, slowly, changing.

“I... Oh...” He fought with the words, wrangling them from his lips and thrusting them forth as the gryphoness’ tongue worked its delectable magic, her wings shivering with fluttering warmth. “Oh, Kareen... It’s...”

But she already knew, his cock pulsing, growing, shifting shape even within her beak. Although she could not close her beak around him (that would have very much have been a mistake), she could do other things and she crooned around his cock, tucking him up within her tongue, swirling around the head as it throbbed, the tip growing narrower, more sharply defined, while the rest of him thickened up. Not that he was small by any stretch of the imagination as he was already but, well, there was something more that gryphons were packing between their legs, if truth be told, and that much itself could never be denied.

He didn’t know what to think, exultation clashing with concern, his moan belaying the pleasures of his body. There was nothing he could do and nothing he wanted to do in order to call halt to proceedings, Kareen wriggling around before him so that she faced him directly – all the better to deliver the pleasure, their hearts open to the touch of magic that could bring them into another plane of being, another step forward in their relationship like they’d always wanted.

His thighs burned, bones working, grinding together without any pain, though not even Michael would have professed in the slightest that it was at all a comfortable position. He heaved for breath but, well, breath was something that was only going to come with difficulty for a little while, the bags of his lungs expanding more and more without yet affording him any greater ease in the act of breath. Ah, but he would need them to soar to the heights that Kareen was so keen on ascending to, her tongue slurping and suckling on his shaft, playing around the tip, adoring him even as she gasped and pulled her head back. Her breath washed coolly over his cock as her eyes shone with love and lust, feathers sticking out (cutely, he could add) in all directions from her head as if she had been caught at a worse moment than she actually had.

“It’s coming!”

They knew what could happen but not that it would happen, the excitement and anticipation of it like boarding a rollercoaster that one did not yet know the twists and turns of. It could be a freefall or merely swing them for a loop, two natures joining as Michael gasped, leaning back heavily on the palms of his hands as his arms shook with the strain and tension of merely supporting his body. For his body would have an awful lot more to do in very short course and neither of them knew as yet whether his body would stand up to any of it at all.

There was only one way to find out.

Once the changes had begun, everything moved quickly, feathers prickling to life across his chest and down his arms – but not all the way. Part of his arms took on the ‘scaled’ appearance of her forelegs, the claws and talons that made up the avian part of the gryphoness, and he tried to keep his fingers spread for balance even as they grew bigger, nails turning to wickedly hooked, fearsome claws. Whatever he would use those claws for, he did not know, but it was hard to concentrate on anything but her tongue on his cock, moaning around him, working him over with such passion while the heady aroma of Kareen’s own arousal flooded the air and the room.

But he could not forget the tightness in his chest as he lost that muscle definition, rounding out into a breastbone and his whole body rearranging itself. His insides churned and squirmed as if, temporarily, they had been liquidised, although Michael had nothing to fear, his spine stretching out and his legs pulling into a more natural position for a quadruped creature, though his toes enlarged, feet becoming the hind paws of a gryphon drake. Along with the lengthening of his spine came the tingle of black fur painting itself across his hide, a tail stretching out with a thicker, fluffier tip than even Kareen’s draping sensually from the end and still growing.

What of his feathers too? The shades of those shimmered between metallic, mere grey and coal-black depending on how the dancing firelight hit them, his heart soaring. Better...more handsome. Better for Kareen. And that was all that he had needed to be right from the very beginning of their relationship, losing the very last shreds of his humanity as his face pushed out and out, forming the beak that he now knew was coming as his skull reshaped too, rounding and setting itself on a more muscled, thicker neck that was far more supportive and better set than that of a human being.

Kareen moaned around him, eyes rolling and showing a sliver of white as she tried to look up his body, to take everything in, even while her old lover changed into her new lover. He would still be the same Michael underneath though, just with something extra on top that could bring the both of them forward into a new light and sense of being, together forever.

His arms would no longer support him as his shoulders took care of re-setting themselves, bringing what would be his forelegs around in front of his body where he would stand. Subsequently, slipping back to the floor with his arms awkwardly held up and a bit out to the sides was by the by for the moment, letting feathers and muscle coat his limbs in a fresh way, testing the reach and closure of his talons as he tried to work out just how much dexterity he would be left with there. Either way, Kareen managed well enough and giving up his hands was more than a worthy sacrifice to pay when it came right down to spending the rest of his life with the beauty of the glorious gryphoness.

Wings too – oh, he had to have those! The first sprouts pushed from his shoulder blades (he would have to inspect them more closely later) as Kareen moaned all the more fervently, muscles twitching and shifting, trembling as if she could not keep herself still, even as if she was changing too. But that was merely their relationship taking its biggest step yet, drawing back with a heady growl that rolled from her throat and beak with due sensuality, eyes burning with passion as the mostly-gryphon drake trying to wriggle up from his back fell in her sights.

“Oh! Michael!”

She could not stop herself, his lover climbing over him, pushing him back down to the floor, though the rug would, at least, cushion his light fall. No further words were needed as she keened out shrilly in the privacy of their home, her vent seeking out the spire of his still-growing cock as she plunged her hips down. She didn’t yet know how his new body would fit with hers but there were so very many things still that she wanted to know, to take for herself, moaning and whimpering, his shaft driving inside without any resistance at all. Not because she wasn’t tight enough for him, of course, but because Kareen was just that wet, the slop of intoxicatingly erotic pussy-juice trickling down his light-shaded shaft as Michael grunted and tried with all his might to thrust up into her, despite his legs not quite being in the right position to do so.

He could try though, his body mostly that of a gryphon as the finer details popped into existence, his beak growing more sharply hooked and defined, wise-lines etched into it as if he had lived for as many years as a gryphon as he had a man. His eyes settled more comfortably into their new position, his skull fully-formed, and Michael panted breathlessly, lungs heaving and dragging in every last bit of sweet, sweet oxygen that they possibly could. But it was his cock growing still that drew his attention the most, balls covered with fur and well-protected even as a soft fold of flesh that he would later learn was a protective sheath teased around the very base of his dick, which was currently in use.

Beyond narrowing the tip to a seductive, penetrative point, his shaft did not change in shape all that much, though it did lose the extra skin, becoming firm and rigid, as if it would only take a push from his body to bring it to full hardness going forward. Bigger and bigger, her inner walls strained around his hot length, spilling pre-cum, like they never had done before during the entire course of their relationship, but that had been a part of the size difference that they’d just had to work with, even though it had led to many hours with Michael’s face buried in her sex, delivering the pleasure that his hot length alone could not. That, in itself, had not been a bad thing. He shivered, keening at the memory, vocal cords working into fresh existence. That had not been a bad thing at all!

It was better though to fit her as a gryphon should, their bodies suited for one another as his wings laid each feather into existence across the new gryphon, settling into their new form, balls aching, churning, fat and resting on his own lower abdomen, right up against the tuck between his hind legs. They rang through with a twinge of need that could not be denied and neither did Michael want to deny that need as his lover ground and slammed down on his cock, using her position and leverage to buck and thrust with all her mind. The lewd, wet squelch of their bodies coming together filled the room, even drowning out the crackle of flames, but there was no denying the growing tension, a rise of pleasure, passion coming to the forefront with a screaming crescendo.

It could not be held back, not even as she howled and arched her back, tucking her hindquarters down as even her tail wrapped itself back around his leg, trying to keep him in place. Kareen’s orgasm ripped through her as her passage grew even tighter than before, his cock crammed up against her cervix every time she jammed her hips down, fervent and insistent on getting every last inch of him rammed up into her tight pussy. But her slit could only take so much despite what the gryphoness wanted and he clung to her with his talons, careful to fold them around her shoulders and upper legs rather than dig in. He didn’t yet know what those sharp points could do but, at the very least, he’d lost enough soft furnishings from his old home to Kareen’s passion in the past to know that they could cut through too easily.

His need though... That had to be addressed, drifting and spinning and floating as if he had tipped off a cliff and was cavorting to his landing, wings flapping but not really doing anything much in such a position. Buffeting his lover with a gust of air only had her crying out as her orgasm rolled on and on, leaning into even his teasing breath of passion, reminding her of flying high, tenuous joys that could now be brought down to his level as he met her halfway. Michael clacked the edges of his beak as he tried to power into her but it was just as well that the pulsing of her pussy and grinding of her hips were still in play, slamming down onto him as he too was thrust over the edge and forced to learn to fly.

Orgasm hammered him, snatching him up and hurling him to the storm, dimly aware of his cock pulsing and throbbing, spending his load – much, much more than he ever before had as a human. No... A gryphon had far larger nuts and was more productive than any human and he was still able to take pride and pleasure in that as their mixed sexual fluids slopped messily from her tight cunny, staining his fur, trickling down his belly and even dripping to the floor. It was mere evidence of their passion, however, as she rocked and teased, riding him out through it with care and compassion, head bowing to his as Kareen kissed him, bumping her beak to his for the very first time.

“Ah... Michael... My... My Michael.”

If he could have formed a smile with that beak he would have done so, even in the aftermath of a glorious orgasm, cock still spurting, though he was yet to see the true size of it, the tool and, duly, the body that he had been left with. But anything would have done as long as the two of them could be together, nuzzling and whispering, his cock hard within her as if his body was refusing to let go of ecstasy, hanging on for as long as he possibly could.

“I love you,” he murmured. “And now... Now, we can...always be together.”

He could not have said that he quite had all of his breath back yet but Michael hazarded a guess that she would take his breath away again, as she had done so many times already, as soon as he got it back, so he wasn’t going to worry himself all that much with it. No, it was better to lie there and relax in the afterglow, his cock wrapped up in the embrace of her hot, tight sex, his love in his arms...well, his forelegs. Either way, they were together and now there was no telling what the rest of their lives would bring in the beauty of transformation, love and, of course, lust too. There’d always be lust as long as they were together.

Both of them would make sure of that.