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The Stockade

By Stairway

A naughty unicorn is captured and bred by a gryphon

It had been all too easy to sneak into the upper levels of the Elf Lord's stables. That the guards seemed to be inattentive in their duties should have been a warning.

The night was quiet and the sky was clear, so it was not hard to see without a lantern, Though everyone knows elves can see in the dark. The doors leading up were not locked, nor were those at the top of the spiral steps.

The gryphons were resting in stalls, great beautiful beasts kept domesticated by the Elf lord for use in enforcing his rule over the forests and plains nearby. It was no surprise that a few of the females were separated when in heat, to keep the males from fighting for rights. The stalls for them were larger and more luxurious, but still not locked, since gryphons had not learned the use of doors.

The unicorn was startlingly aware of the sound of his bare hooves on the hard wood floor as he excitedly made his way through the shadowed isle, his pulse quick from the thrill of trespassing, or perhaps it was the unquantifiable scent of sexual arousal that drew him to the tall gate. The door swung open and closed with no sound though, which was a small relief.

She had been awake when the intruder entered her pen, cloaked in dark green robes of an Ovate druid. The unicorn's head came into view when the hood was lifted back, followed gradually, cautiously, by the rest. The unicorn shivered with anticipation and obvious arousal and the cloth slumped to the floor and he stepped closer. The gryphon was already on her feet and waving her tail at him, as if begging to receive him.

So it was that he found himself devoted to giving pleasure to the beast bowed before him, rump lifted to the hight of his hips. It must have been the female's scent that drove him to caress those soft feline hips and tail, throbbing hard cock aimed in the dim moonlight towards her eager pussy. The heat was enough to make him let out a moan once he began pushing gently in, ignoring all else but the female to whom he was giving himself.

Sinking in to the hilt, his lust was as feral as his partner. Hooking his arms around her hips, he began thrusting with heavy panting breaths. His awareness just barely able to keep him from getting off too soon. The gryphon meanwhile pushed back and flexed her claws and wings, radiating body heat from beneath the feathered sails. He didn't have a knot like a male gryphon, but he seemed to be satisfying her well enough to elicit a low trill. It felt like less than a minute when she shivered and fluffed up her neck feathers, her sex muscles clenching hard around his still pistoning malehood. That was the signal to him that he could let go and he gripped her rear, pulling himself up close until he felt the swollen tip press against her burning cervix. With a suppressed nicker he convulsed and emptied his balls into her awaiting womb, with shorter thrusts pushing the ejected seed deeper.

Perhaps confused by the lacking knot that would have trapped the couple together, she turned around once she felt the flexing cock cease its work, leaving to cool in the night time. She nuzzled at his groin, sniffing to confirm that she and this male had indeed mated, and then flopped on her side and purred loudly enough to feel it through the floor boards. The unicorn couldn't leave just yet, that would be rude. He knelt and lay down against her belly and dozed with her for a while.

It was before dawn when he woke from his nap. The sun had not yet risen, but light showed a thick fog had crept through the trees below the lofty stables. He excused himself from his four-legged lover and put on his robes and cautiously as he could, made his way back the way he had come.

The fog was quite thick and he was surprised to find the gate leading out of the keep was closed and a pair of elf guards waiting for him. Their purpose was soon made clear as they each took hold of the unicorn's arms with deceptive strength, and escorted him to the main audience chamber of the elf Lord. The walls and columns were inlaid with a mosaic of colourful wood. Polished geometric patterns created the illusion that the room was bigger than it was.

The hansom elf seated in the elaborately carved wood seat spoke quietly with another in whispers, then with a nod regarded the unicorn with uncertain scorn. The other departed and soon returned with a potion of some kind, and with the help of the previously mentioned guards, informed the unicorn in no certain terms that he should drink it. He did accept it without embarrassing himself by refusing or resisting.

A curious tingling sensation flowed through his body, beginning at his sternum and trickling down to his loins. It almost tickled to feel the potion he had never heard of, begin so quickly to alter his biology. Though clothed, he felt exposed, as he felt the change taking shape, forming a feminine entrance just behind his scrotum. The potion didn't stop there, as he could soon enough feel a desire fill his belly.

Thus dismissed the guards escorted the unicorn out to a stockade that he hadn't noticed before, now that the fog was lifting. It seemed odd to feel himself excited by the thought of being so bound, and he willingly placed his neck and wrists in the cavities when the guards opened, and then closed and locked the boards. The morning air chilled his fur when the guards then took his robes from him, leaving him naked, bound and vulnerable.

Minutes felt like hours as he remained there, unable to satisfy the growing need between his legs. The unicorn soon realized that he was in an induced heat, no doubt from the potion that he'd been administered. Luckily for him there was no one around to witness his sexual discomfort and humiliation. He didn't need to question what he did to deserve this treatment, but he did wonder how long it was to last.

At an hour or so before noon his torment was becoming unbearable to endure. His new gender made it's existence known to him undeniably. He thought he could feel a thin trail of arousal trickle down his inner thigh, and he could smell on the gentle breeze that which was being wafted around by his lashing tail. A sudden gust brushing his rump startled his day dreaming. He couldn't turn his head enough to see what was behind him, though he didn't need to wait long to answer the most obvious question, as a regal looking male gryphon came striding around the bound unicorn. The male was noticeably larger that last night's female. Though thankfully not the biggest he'd ever seen. The raptorial beak nuzzled his cheek and side as the beast continued his circuit and sniffed interestedly at the unicorn's female nature.

The unicorn shivered at the delicate breath gliding over his pelt, his mind fantasizing wildly about hat was obviously going to occur. Seconds passed and he wondered nervously if he'd been left alone in the clearing, before a shadow fell over his eyes with a jolt as the gryphon's front talons perched on top of the stockade. Warmth blanketed his back and rear and his thrashing tail met the ribs of the stud above him. Every thought currently in the unicorn's mind was "Yes."

He twisted his head to look up at the looming male and was met with a similar gaze. The large avian eye focused and he felt like he could see tenderness in the gryphon. Looking past the feathered head he saw a single elf standing on a balcony several stories above the clearing, with an aire of (indifference? Boredom?), too far away to tell if it were the Elf Lord or someone else.

His attention was drawn to his rear quarter as he felt the prodding moist phallus nudge his inner thigh a couple times. The male paused and shifted his weight and tried again with success. The tip was cooler than the unicorn's neglected virgin passage as it met with membranous resistance. The unicorn gasped at the promising fulfilment while the gryphon growled and began rocking his hips to pierce the flesh and penetrate deeper. The difference in temperature was somehow soothing, as was the strain to stretch the opening further around the tapered girth.

Upon later reflection he would be grateful for the assistance the stockade provided, as the force of the gryphon's thrusting would have been unconducive to fucking. Heavy panting came from both bodies, as well as increased warmth between them that felt to the unicorn like a damp wool blanket by the time he felt the bulbous knot tease and kiss his labia. His tail was pressed aside and ignored while the orb began battering it's way inside the already cramped corridor. Below, the unicorn's own malehood struggled to erect, as the vesicles filled with his pulse and squeezed at the knot that was half way in, a steady slow stream of pre leaking from the tip as it swayed back and forth. A new sensation brought his attention to the gryphon's tip as it probed deeper that he thought possible and found another barrier. The unicorn didn't just have a vagina, but everything that went with it. Pleasure flooded his awareness as his body energized and he whinnied loudly, the knot popping into place beyond his penile veins which quickly made his hanging cock fully erect and stiff. The gryphon's tip pushed through the cervix and spasmed at the same time as the knot swelled fully. Warm jets of rich seed made a curious sensation in his belly, which in his current state of mind, whole-heartedly welcomed.

Dizzy with the afterglow of their shared orgasm, the unicorn barely noticed the weight being lifted from his bound arms and neck, and helping hands gently lift him to the ground where he then snuggled with the impressive mate he had gained. It was well into the afternoon when the unicorn regained his senses and found himself in this position. Curiously, he found attractive looking markings on his wrists, that appeared decorative, like some turquoise flame tattoos. He looked suspiciously at the now empty stockade and felt at his neck, wondering if there was a similar mark around it.

The gryphon stirred and stood up, the now relaxed cock pulling free of the unicorn's vagina with an uncomfortable emptiness left behind. When he tried to stand, he fell, but his clothes were near by and he put them on. The gryphon shook himself, and once his cock had returned to its sheath, he leapt with a whoosh of his wings and returned to the lofty stables.

At the approach of dusk the unicorn felt able to walk again and thought about just going home, before he could get into more trouble. So it was confusing to say the least that instead of going towards the main gate of the forest keep, he found himself instead climbing the steps once more to the same stables he visited the night before. Hunger and fatigue followed his heavy hoofsteps as he went to a stall and found a bed, newly made, waiting for him. Beside this was a table and a tray filled with elegantly prepared food. Was it meant for him? Would he get into more trouble by partaking in the apparent hospitality? Behind him the stall door closed softly and a polite elf told him to relax and eat and rest.