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The store smelled like old herbs and faintly of smoke, making Vanir uncomfortably aware of the fact that he was rather crowded into the front of the shop where bundles of dried plants hung up. Those smells weren't bad, but the scent of reptile was just as thick and alarmed every part of him that could be alarmed. He shifted a little bit, uncomfortably aware of the fact that he wasn't going to be able to get much further than he already was to the front of the store where the oryx was working. The ghastly skull like features were looming in the dim light as he handed out bundles to customers that were in front of him. Most of them were larger than he was, but the small pony was more than used to that fact. He stood barely five feet tall, not many were smaller than he was, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about the fact.

He didn't like coming to Wizard Way, the winding street that boasted every magicians shop in the city, but he hadn't really had a choice. The few people that could do magic had been settled here thanks to the fact the city had refused to give them permits outside of the rather dangerous area. It was supposed to keep the populous safe, but what it had done was create a macabre sort of tourist attraction. The shops were always packed with people, no matter how sinister they looked. The small grey pony hunched his shoulders a little bit, aware of the looming canine behind him as the line inched further up towards the front of the counter.

The shop was one of the tamest on the street. The proprietor didn't advertise doing active magic, but instead he created and sold potions to those that sought them. Most of them were barely more than an improvement on modern medicine, cures for common ailments such as hang overs or bad complexions, but he also had more obscure potions. Most people had taken a potion or two in their time, he had even taken some when he was younger and had enjoyed the effects. It was just a part of growing up, but this was the first time he'd ever come here for a potion for anything that wasn't a bit of a high school lark. His stomach gave a little turn and leap as the line moved forward and he let out a breath.

He had been with his currently girlfriend for two years now, and he still wasn't sure how it had all happened. It seemed like one moment he had been boasting about his prowess in bed and the next he had been sleeping with her. He wasn't sure why she liked him, but the gryphon enjoyed his company more than any female ever had, even going so far as having him move in with her. He fidgeted a little bit, trying not to think about her too closely for the fear that he would start to bulge in his pants. There was no denying that she was the hottest piece of tail he had ever seen, or that she knew every way to get him to respond to her, but he wanted more than that. Or, he wanted what she wanted, rather, which he hadn't been able to give her. Eggs. Aurella wanted to have a clutch with him.

_She wants a clutch of eggs from me. _ He thought a little dizzily, feeling the heat rushing up to his face as the line moved up again.

She didn't know why she liked him so much, certainly he hadn't had any real luck with girls in high school or in college. He didn't have the build or the look to make females look at him with anything other than amusement at his attempts to seduce them. It was frustrating in the extreme and had led to more than half a dozen rumors about the fact he preferred males instead of females. Then Aurella had come into his life, the glossy beautiful gryphon had him wrapped around her finger, dizzyingly in love with her. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her, even coming to a potion shop, though he wasn't sure she would thank him for coming up with this idea.

"Lookin' fer a growth potion, darlin'?" The oryx spoke with a little lilt to his voice, the tone making him jerk his eyes up to see the creature smiling over at him. "Need a few inches ta impress de ladies?"

"No!" His voice cracked a little and he felt the heat rushing up to his cheeks, struggling to keep himself from blushing hard enough to make it noticeable.

Creole was a strange looking creature, his markings were patterned after a skull instead of traditional markings. Most thought he was born that way, but Vanir privately thought that he bleached his coat to fit the part. Even without the skull patterned face he was terrifying looking to the pony. He had bones and beads, mingled with feathers, hanging down along his cheeks. The choker was filled with a set of bones that looked like finger bones and ended in a thick polished stone that almost looked like it glowed. He only wore a vest and a tight pair of leather pants, his lean body mostly revealed with bones piercing his nipples. He was strange, savage looking, with uncomfortably bright blue eyes that were so pale they were nearly white. Everything about him screamed that he was 'off', something strange and terrifying, and knowing he could work magic didn't make Vanir feel at ease at all.

"Well? Den what?" Creole's accent was thick and strange sounding as he leaned over the counter.

"I.. w-wanted a fertility potion." Vanir stammered after a moment, his ears pinned back as he hoped no one else would hear him.

"Somethin' ta put a bit o' pepper in ye?" The oryx asked with a little lilt, not sounding judgmental as he began to shift some bottles around behind the counter.

"No, for my g-girlfriend." The pony hated his stammer, but he couldn't stop it. "She's a gryphon."

"Ahh that's a dif'rent problem." Creole gave his head a little dip. "Notta predator, na'h even a little. Not gonna mix right wit' her."

The pony nodded his head while the oryx turned towards a large cabinet and started to sift through it, sorting out the piles of potions nestled there. He really couldn't breed with her, he wasn't the same species, though that didn't mean they couldn't have a family together. There were hippogryphs after all and they had to come from somewhere, it was just that they couldn't have them naturally. He could have as much fun as he wanted with her, but it was all strictly recreational without a bit of added help. Most people tended towards medically creating viable eggs, but that didn't seem really that...fun. Magic was less frequently used, but it could let them do it naturally, an idea that made his blood run hot.

Most equines were known as studs, though the majority settled down quietly, there was still a very prosperous living to be made siring foals for those that were athletic enough to have good genes. Those sorts of equines were all showy, flashy, long legged runners and prized for their speed and strength. Most equines were easily able to find lovers of their own, most especially because they were well endowed and adept lovers, the same couldn't be said for ponies. His kind were small and soft looking, strong enough, but not so impressive. He had spent all his life struggling just to get a date, to be actually able to behave like a real stud made him snort and flick his tail as the oryx brought out a pale looking bottle with a secondary small bottle hanging down from a rough looking string.

"'Ere now, guaranteed eggs fer this one." He drawled out and gestured at the bottle. "Healthy clutch, no doubt 'bout it! Jus' take d'potion an' sprinkle the powder 'round de bed."

"That's it?" Vanir looked at the bottle dubiously and flicked his ears back and forth. "I thought there'd be more to it."

He reached out to take the bottle and it was surprisingly heavy, the glass thick so that it gave the illusion of being overly full, but there was only a small amount of liquid in it. It was pale colored, almost silvery as he shook it about and flared his nostrils a little bit thoughtfully. The smaller bottle held pearly crushed powder, he didn't have any idea what it was supposed to be, but there was more of the powder than there was of the potion itself. He didn't know what he had expected, but it looked a bit disappointing as he set it down on the counter and the oryx gave a snort. The pale eyes were glittering a little bit while the proprietor leaned forward with the ears tipped back against his head as if offended by the lack of reaction.

"Ah promise ya, nobody usin' dis has complained. All fine healthy clutches, large ones. No matter de problem down dere." Creole said, his voice firm and smug. "Money back guarantee."

"I suppose it can't hurt." Vanir said and licked his lips.

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"You're really serious about this?" Aurella said, her tone dubious as she stared at the potion and then over at him where he was finishing the circle of powder.

"Yes! He promised, a fine healthy clutch, a big one." The pony was nearly squirming with eagerness as he leaned on the bed. "Wouldn't it be better to do things the old fashioned way? No jerking it into a cup or-"

"Romantic." The gryphon said with a little click of her beak. "I'm pretty sure that you know that at least half of those potions are nothing but some herbs and water, maybe some oil."

Aurella was a rather small hen, her coloring was drabber than the showier males, but she was lovely to him. She was nearly the same height that he was with soft buff and tan coloration that made her look almost like caramel and chocolate mixed together. He didn't know why he thought of her as candy, but that's what he thought of when he looked at her. Something sweet and delicious to melt on his tongue and it was all completed with a pair of wide liquid green eyes and a polished dark black beak. The mingling of feline and bird was perfect, he knew intimately where the soft fur turned into feathers, the way the down felt under his fingers or lips. Today she was wearing just a pair of tight pink panties, her chest entirely bare, though she didn't have breasts the way most mammals did, it still gave him a thrill.

He had come home and begun getting things ready almost immediately, unable to keep himself at bay as he thought about what the day was going to be like. Aurella had been sleeping on the couch, napping along peacefully until he had made too much noise and caught him in the middle of getting the place ready. Her amusement was plain on her face as she ruffled up her feathers, making him swallow a little bit in excitement. Everything about her excited him, causing his body to run hot with a rush of lust that he had to throttle down to keep it under control. It wasn't an easy try, especially not when she was being adorable in the pale pink panties that hugged right over her mound.

"I got it from down at Creole's shop. I thought that he had a good reputation." He answered with a flick of his thick silky tail. "Come on, you know ya wanna have a clutch with me, why not do it the proper way?"

"You just want to play stud." Aurella churred in amusement, leaning forward to tickle under his chin.

"It's not playin' if it's true!" He announced and wiggled the heavy bottle back and forth. "Come on, what's the harm? Even if it's just a fake, we can have a lot of fun and there was a money back promise."

"Mmm, well, hand it over..." She padded towards the bed with her tail curling behind her, the dark tuft flicking back and forth playfully. "You know that it is highly unlikely that it's going to work, we'll still have to see the doctor."

"Maybe so, maybe no." He said in a sing song voice, the small dappled stallion sidled up close to slide a hand along her hip with a teasing stroke. "You know that it's worth a try."

She laughed at him, that rich little trill that burst out with a little noise that made him shiver in delight as he handed her the potion and began to nuzzle into the softness of her neck feathers. He lipped lightly, teasing through them and enjoying the scent of her on the air. It was delightfully spicy, causing his sheath to start swelling slightly in his pants as he nipped a few times and she laughed before tucking her head down in an attempt to stop the tickling teases. He stroked down her back, enjoying the thicker feathers were her ancestors would have had wings, curling into them slowly so that she was arched up high in the air before she uncorked the bottle. She ruffled the feathers and smoothed back down again while he teased along her shoulder.

He was close enough that he could taste the thick sweet scent coming from the bottle now that it was uncorked. It was delicious, almost like vanilla, but cloyingly sweet enough that he twitched his nose a little bit. He tilted his head in close, nibbling down along her shoulder as she sniffed it dubiously. She didn't have the nose that an equine had, the beak was different and she had to lean in to get a good whiff of it. He nipped the nape of her neck playfully, feeling the way that his mottled pink cock was starting to slither free of the sheath, pushing outwards and bulging against the opening of his pants as he began to drop and droop lower and lower by the moment. His thick silken tail rushed back and forth along his rump as she let out a short little sigh and tilted her head back towards him.

"So how does it work?" Her eyes were twinkling, just a little bit amused at what he was proposing.

"Easy, drink the potion and get inside of the circle, that's supposed to activate it I think." He nibbled down a bit further, wriggling up against her back so that he was partially grinding up along her soft furred ass. "A few months later you'll be brooding over our eggs."

She snorted out a little noise, one that made him slide playfully down along her stomach with his hands, kneading her and giving a firm grind forward. He nipped a bit further down her neck, getting more and more worked up while his cock started to bulge further until he was reaching down to tug against the edge of his pants. He started to edge it a bit lower so that the pale tip pushed out and flipped against the curve of the ass while she let out a little bit of a laugh. She purposefully pushed herself against the line of his groin, rubbing back and forth as his length pushed up higher and she lifted the bottle up. She licked the edge lightly, just a light flicker of her slender tongue before tipping it back and moved her head up.

He found it adorable the way she drank. It was so terribly odd. Since she didn't have lips she had to effectively lift her head all the way back and tip the liquid down her throat. Normally she had little water bottles she used that could squirt a stream, but the potion dribbled down along her tongue tip and she had to work to keep from making a mess. The sweet scent spread as she got a good beakful of the mixture and then swallowed with a bit of a shake. Her features screwed up slightly and she clicked her beak back and forth while he nuzzled into the nape of her neck.

"It tastes like candy gone bad." She said and he let out a little bit of a laugh and gave another firm ground, pushing his hips forward with a low whicker. "Really bad candy."

"Mmmm, well, sweet for the sweet?" He tried boldly and gave a little push towards the bed, feeling her moving against his chest and stomach with a rippling of movement.

He followed her as she laughed, wriggling about in his arms as she turned away and they stepped over the pearly line of dust. She was amused, she didn't think it would work and he really didn't care. It was fun and exciting, something that made her laugh as he tossed her onto the bed and leaned over her to kiss along her feathered chest. He sent out hot puffs of air against her, lipping and working his hands down towards his own pants so that he could undo them and slide them down a bit faster. Her fingers slid through his mane, gathering over the edges with a light touch that pulled firmly, making him whicker out as his pants fell down along his ass and his cock spilled out entirely, bobbing beneath him. One of her hands moved to run down his chest as he kicked his pants off and growled out playfully at her. At least he tried, ponies weren't meant to make such sounds, but she seemed to like it.

She wrapped a hand along his cock as he licked his way along her belly and upper chest, playing where the feathers turned the fur while her finger tips caressed against him. Her bare hands were covered in pebbled skin, the sort that rubbed over the edges with a little bit of a squeeze to make him pump forward. The precum dribbled out of him, spilling onto the ground in rivulets that puddled against the line of the fingers as he gave a few little strokes. He ran his tongue out, a hot wet lick that pushed against the smooth fur and felt feathers tickling his nose as he pushed up higher. His breathing was faster, a little hitch in his throat that made him flag his tail a little bit before sliding a hand down along her panties. He curled forward a little bit, slipping his fingers under the band of the panties, starting to edge them down.

"Oh, now this is a nice little show." The voice came out in a slow purr that filled the air and made both of them freeze. "Oh, now don't stop, I love seeing a warm up before I get to do my work."

"What the hell?!" He yelped out, jerking backwards with a wave of shock as the head of the bed creaked and Aurella cried out, jerking to one side while he scrabbled backwards.

It wasn't dignified at all, his cock was swinging back and forth, softening in the shock of looking up to see a brilliantly colored rust red gryphon hunkered down at the head of the bed, his head tilted to one side. Aurella was quicker than he was as she scrambled away, making a move to cover herself as the gryphon tilted his head towards her. He wasn't a gryphon like Aurella was, she was civilized and lean looking, her wings had long since disappeared with evolution, her feet were designed to walk on two legs, her feathers were light and more a delicate covering. The drake on the bed was on four legs, two hind legs perched on the head board and two massive clawed forefeet on the mattress itself, bowing it down. The feathers and fur were thick and wild, heavy along the neck so that it formed a thick ruff-like mane.

The wild red eyes were peering at both of them with interest, the heavy black and orange beak was parted to show the tip of a tongue just barely visible from the parted beak. The wings on his back were dark orange-red and banded in black as they flashed and flipped in the light. The creature dropped down with a groan from the bed as it accepted the creature's weight. The tail had feathering along the base, the tip twisting and curling back and forth wildly. It was bowed down while the beak opened again and the creature tilted his head with a ruffling of heavy feathers. It was the size of a feral pony from prehistoric times, thick bodied and massive as the claws pricked lightly at the bed.

"Oh not hell." The gryphon said with a little lilt, his eyes sliding behind Vanir towards Aurella with interest. "Rrrr so a clutch for you, little hen? It will be a pleasure."

"What?!" Aurella squawked and Vanir flushed deep red, pushing himself in front of her with his ears snapped down tight to her head.

"I'll be giving her a clutch, thank you!" He snapped coldly, bristling a little bit. "Who the hell are you?!"

"You?" The gryphon let out a burst of laughter, the beak gaped open wide as he stepped forward, his heavy form filling the entire bed entirely. "You're barely more than a morsel and do you really think you can put a foal in such a fine little hen?"

"You shut up!" Vanir squealed and let out a hot huff. "How did you get here? I'm going to call the cops!"

"You summoned me." The gryphon dropped down on the bed, a slow graceful drop that stretched his gleaming body down over the covers, looking more animalistic by the moment. "Mmmm you smell delicious, little hen."

"What?!" Aurella bristled, her delicate ear tufts going down on her head. "We did nothing of the sort!"

"The potion, the circle, are you so dense?" The drake clacked his beak together. "You summoned me to give a healthy clutch to the little hen, a pleasure indeed. The little stallion can't breed such a predator, but I can certainly do so."

"I didn't summon anything!" Vanir looked back at Aurella and shook his head. "I swear I didn't! This was supposed to make sure I could have a clutch with you!"

"Didn't read the fine print?" The drake interjected with a shake of his heavy feathered head. "Poor thing, but horses are quite odd and single-minded. The circle summons me and the potion makes sure that the clutch will take, no matter the species that takes it. So, bring me my hen, little pony."

"NO!" Vanir snapped, his ears held down tight to his head, his breathing picking up speed slightly.

The drake's eyes narrowed down to slits and he let out a low growl, a sound that filled the room and made the pony stiffen with a rush of visceral fear flooding up from the depths. He tried to remain firm as Aurella hissed at the drake, her eyes a bit wide with fear while Vanir felt his heart beat in his throat. He wasn't going to hand her over to the creature looming in front of them, he was monstrously large and terrifying looking as he was staring at the hen. The way he looked made the pony feel a new rush of anger before he stumbled backwards and used a hoof to drag right through the powder ring, breaking it as he pushed his girlfriend behind him. The drake watched him and let out a low laugh, the sound of it filling the room as the feral animal heaved himself up onto four legs.

"Do you think that will dismiss me, pony?" He asked, a hiss in his voice. "I have been summoned, I will not go back until I have had my slice of flesh."

"Well you can't!" Vanir snapped his voice cracking a little bit as he did so, putting himself firmly in front of his girlfriend"Don't worry, Aurella, I won't let him touch you!"

"Are you going to fight me for her?" The gryphon laughed, stepping down from the bed and he seemed to fill the room with the sheer bulk of his body. "Or accept the lovely healthy clutch I am willing to gift her with for you? Because, I will not leave without my bit of flesh."

"B-But you can't. We didn't know." Aurella sounded beyond offended, her feathers sleeked down over her body as close as they could go. "You can't say that we did it on purpose."

"Ahh that is not my problem, little hen, a summoning is a summoning and I was brought for one purpose." He took a step forward. "I am Vartris, and you have little choice in the matter now. I will mount my bit of flesh and then I will leave, but not before."

"Y-you just want to fuck something?" Vanir asked, swallowing a little bit as he felt Aurella moving behind him. "That's it?"

"Do you think I'm after a snack, pony?" Vartris clacked his beak together loudly and puffed up his feathers. "Yes, the person that takes the potion is mine for the evening, and what a lovely hen I have."

"And then you'll go?" Vanir managed, the little pony sounding almost forceful as he got the question out.

"Obviously." The drake responded easily and gave a flick up of the tail, sweeping back and forth with a little growl under his breath.

Vanir's mind was rushing too quickly for words, it was going a mile a minute as he listened to his own breathing and stared at the creature. It was like something out of legend or the museum, back before things had evolved and changes. He could easily kill them both if he weren't careful, there was no illusion that if the creature decided to attack that they could be alright. Hell, he wouldn't even have to kill them, he'd just take what he wanted. The pony felt his ears starting to pound with his heart beat as he struggled to find a way out of this. He could call Creole, but would the oryx get here in time? No, there was no way he could get here in time, but there was at least one other way he might be able to get his girlfriend away from the creature.

It wasn't as if he hadn't had a time with males before. He had had a period when he'd been in college that he'd been unable to find girls that he'd ended up with a roommate that had been quite happy to try and take care of things for him. It hadn't been gay, not really, it'd just been guys helping each other out. They hadn't gotten all emotional about it, but he knew he could do it and at least he wouldn't make Aurella end up under the thing and then he'd be able to do it. The idea made the heat rush to his cheeks, flushing a dark deep red. It was his fault, he was the one that had gone ahead and picked up the potion for her. He was the one that had started all of this. He had to be the one to put an end to it. At least, somehow or another, he'd have to make up for it, and maybe this would work, even if it was going to be uncomfortable as hell.

"Th-then I'll do it." Vanir stammered out, swallowing a lump in his throat as he did so. He tried his best to keep the fear out of his voice, but it didn't work.

"Wait, no!" Aurella squawked and gave a shake right against his arm. "We'll figure it out-"

"Hardly signifies, you didn't take the potion." Vartris responded with a flick of his tail, taking another step forward. "The little hen did."

Vanir didn't even stop to think about it, he reached out to grab the bottle from where it had been dropped on the side table. He snagged it up, there was still quite a bit of fluid left, Aurella hadn't been able to drink it all down with her odd beak and he tipped it back and took a gulp. It tasted cloyingly sweet and a little spicy as it burned his tongue. It was like cheap candy that hadn't been made all the way through. He was left swallowing it and choking a little bit on the taste as he got a larger mouthful than Aurella had managed to gulp down. If that's what the gryphon wanted, then that's what he'd have to get. It'd be awkward, but at least he wouldn't end up with his girlfriend angry at him for what he'd done or have her with some strange gryphon's eggs in her belly.

Vartris stopped his slow stalk and tilted his head in an avian fashion, lifting his brow up as if shocked at what the pony was doing. The feathers ruffled and flicked upwards, running along the back of the neck so that it looked more like a mane. He watched as the beak parted, a bit like when his hen scented things, but it parted wider and the tongue darted out as if tasting the air. He felt the gryphoness behind him squirming a little, moving to grab his arm to try and jerk him away, but he held still as the warm strange feeling made his stomach cramp strangely. He sucked down a breath and lashed his tail back and forth behind him, his ears pinned back while the gryphon padded forward slowly.

"Oh, now that is interesting." Vartris growled out with a low purr that seemed amused and delighted all at once. "I suppose I could have both of you, I've never had a couple before."

"Uh-uh, you said once you got what you wanted you'd leave." Vanir sounded firm, his ears remaining back. "So that's me."

The gryphon came in closer, the rippling muscles showing beneath the flow of the feathers, the steps coming in closer by the moment that made him stumble backwards a little bit. The dappled pony gulped a little bit as the head loomed high above his own and he was given a close look as to the way the body was built. The chest was deep and the legs were heavily covered in thick dark red fur, muscled and ending in clawed paws that spread nearly as wide as dinner plates. The talons were clicking against the ground lightly as he came in close enough that he felt a trickle of hot air running against the line of his shoulder. The dark red eyes swept over him while Aurella let out a short noise and tried to scrabble away as far as she could get.

"Mmmm second best?" Vartris hissed a little bit and reached up a paw to curl his talons right beneath the edge of his hip. The talons raked lightly, raising red lines in a sweep that ran towards the edge that made Vanir shudder in place. "I suppose it has been an age since I've had something other than eager wet females."

"Th-then it's a deal." Vanir felt a wave of relief building while the drake dragged him in closer.

"Oh yes, little pony, it's a deal. Let's see if we can put a clutch in that belly of yours." The gryphon murmured, drawing him in closer. "I'd hate to have my time in the flesh go to waste."

The pony was shaking slightly as he was dragged forward towards the rusty red gryphon. It was alright, it didn't matter if he ended up on the gryphon's cock, it was just a little bit of ache and embarrassment. In the end, he'd be able to walk away with Aurella free and clear, and none the worse for wear. And then he'd go straight back to that damn oryx and give him a piece of his mind. He should have been warned! At least there was a money back guarantee.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Vartris couldn't remember the last time he had been summoned up from his hidden home. The way that his bones ached attested that enough time had gone by that the old damned oryx had kept him locked up tight for longer than they had agreed. The sight of the little hen had been promising to him when he'd come free and he'd already begun contemplating on just how enjoyable it would be to seat himself knot deep into her until she was writhing for him. He hadn't had a proper hen in quite some time, but this wasn't the time to be picky, not when the pony had scrabbled forward to defend his mate. That part amused him, a pony mating with a gryphon, it was nearly laughable.

He stared down at the creature with a twitch of his tail feathers while the large brown eyes fixed up at him nervously, the dark sensitive nostrils were flaring open wide and gulping down breaths as he seemed ready to bolt. He wasn't that bad looking for a male, he certainly wasn't the sort of mail that he would have expected to find mating a gryphon. He was too soft, for one, the plush lavish curves bespoke of a young supple form that would have been better suited for a filly. It wasn't helped that his head was narrow and his muzzle delicate with a soft black muzzle that was mobile and twitched a little bit as the dark maned stallion peered up at him nervously, blowing out a hot breath and then took a little scramble back as Vartris drew him in even closer, making sure that the warm body was pressed against him.

"S-so that's it then, we can go somewhere..." The boy, Vanir, gave a wild flick of his eyes towards the pretty little hen watching them and the drake rumbled laughter.

"Why not here? You don't expect your sacrifice to go unwatched." He growled out, ruffling up his neck feathers so that he was sure the spicy musk of his scent could be tasted on the air. "Don't you want her to see what you're willing to give up for her?"

"N-.. I mean... This isn't for her to watch!" The dappled pony gave a jump, the soft body rubbed right against the drake causing him to hiss out playfully.

There was something of a filly to the boy, which amused him greatly, he knew stallions of old who were larger and showier than this creature. They had always been heavy bodied and thick necked and he was pleased to be given something with a bit of bite to it. He padded in a circle, deliberately crowding near the hen so that she stumbled backwards before he leaned out and let out a breath of hot air right along the nape of Vanir's neck. He did it deliberately, kissing out the only magic the damned oryx had left to him so that it reached out to join with the potion that was already churning inside of the boys innards. It would take time to work on a male, but that was hardly his fault, but he could take his time to enjoy being in the physical form again.

Vanir jumped away and gave him a look, blowing out a hot burst of air while the drake felt his sheath starting to thicken as his inky black length started to stir in the depths. The rich thick musk of virile drake was filling the air heavily and weighing it down as he felt the magic tugging between the two. If it would take time for the potion to address the...complications of their two forms. He was far bigger than a pony and that meant the potion would work to make the boy a bit more stretchy in some ways, work him over to the point that he would be able to be accept something far larger than himself. In the meantime, it had been a few decades since he'd serviced anything without sharp fangs or a beak.

"On your knees." He commanded and reached out with a forepaw to hook one of the shoulders, yanking forward so that the naked pony stumbled and yelped a little bit. "You should be honored to prepare me."

"That's not fair!" The little stallion squealed unhappily, but the drake was cupping his broad paw right along the soft ass and squeezed.

"Don't you want to show your lady how eager you are to defend her honor?" Vartris mocked, his brilliant eyes fixated on the small hen staring at him. Oh she smelled so sweetly fertile, it would be the boys own fault that he was being humiliated in front of her.

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Vanir felt sick to his stomach, the potion was making his stomach roil and twist strangely until he wasn't sure if he were going to be sick or not while the gryphon forcibly held him under the broad body. He snorted and choked a little bit, dragged forward so that his nose was nearly driven right up against the line of the sheath that was hiding under the heavy feathered belly. The scents weren't unpleasant, but he also didn't want to be nose deep in any male's junk! He felt his ears burning as the two paws gripped his ass and shoved him down so that his nose was nearly crammed up against the soft edged sheath.

His own cock had long since drawn back into its hiding place, a relief when he was staring at slimy hot flesh pushing out of the sheath. It was bobbing about mockingly in front of him, twitching a little bit as it emerged from a sheath that was covered in fine down that traced all the way up to the fat thick lips. They were parting open while he watched, causing his breathing to come out in a gulping sound before his nose was shoved forward and the mess tip smeared against him. He was keenly aware that his girlfriend was watching him behave this way, and it only added to the humiliation as he angrily flicked his tongue out to lick the bobbing glans. If he obeyed perhaps the creature would get done quicker and he could try and salvage the mess he'd made of their date night.

"Ohhh very good, pony." Vartris chirred down at him, the thick toes curled against him and kneaded. "I'd forgotten you mammals can have sweet tongues."

"Nnf.." Vanir muttered a curse and licked again, the dark tip rewarding him with an absolutely nauseating amount of precum that splattered onto his nose.

He tried not to think about the fact that it tasted sweet, a lighter version of the cloying sweetness of the potion. He didn't want it to taste good, he wanted to spit it out, but he kept licking against the tip as one of the paws left his ass cheek and he was left to lick his way down the emerging length. The very long and thick emerging length. It was creeping out as fleshy barbs caught against his tongue and made him squirm slightly as they raked against lips oddly, distracting him from the heat pounding through his belly. He put his concentration on lapping out and stroking, pushing his tongue out to cup under the swelling length that was pushing the sheath downwards steadily.

The paw on his ass was flexing, making his ass cheek part open slightly as the strokes pushed down further and then there was a smooth drag backwards. Strands of wet precum kept building up and smeared along his lips, coating them messily before he pulled backwards a few inches and then inched forward. He was tasting the mixture that was pushing deeper into his maw until he was opening his mouth wider by the moment. His breathing sped up before he wrapped his lips around the cock tip and swallowed, hearing the sudden growl above him as the hips pumped forward. The base was thickening, spreading in a hint of a canine like knot that was ridged with fleshy looking barbs. It caused him to pull backwards, trying to back off the cock that suddenly drove directly into his throat and made him gag loudly as he struggled with the length.

"Just relax, don't want to end up choking." Vartris advised as the cock gave a twitch. "A shame a pretty hen such as yourself has chosen a pony. He's barely a stallion, I had thought he was a filly at first glance."

"I love him." Aurella answered stiffly, her voice tight with anger, but that didn't help the pony at all.

She was watching him go down on the bestial gryphon that was filling his throat with the too thick slab of flesh. He was nearly choking at times, breathing shallowly as the sweet taste was growing and he became aware of a warmth growing along the line of his tail. He whimpered and squirmed forward as the toes of the paw curled down and briefly ran right along the line of his pucker. The flexing press forced his ass cheeks open wider and dug inwards with a teasing press that made his body stiffen up. He could feel his pucker being exposed, the back of his balls and he immediately tucked his tail down before the next thrust forced the tip right into his throat and had his breathing turn into short ragged pants.

He was gagging on the taste of precum oozing out, the spill erupted out to mix in with his saliva in messy strands as the hips rolled. The balls were large and nearly bouncing against his chin as he felt his tail starting to stiffen up strangely. He couldn't tuck it down the way he wanted to tuck it, instead, it was lifting up out of the way as a trail of itching heat ran the line of his neck. He gave a short jerk and twitch, his ears flipped backwards against his head while he tried to pull backwards and the gryphon heaved upwards up in the air, the other forepaw caught his head and suddenly Vanir was stuffed down onto the twitching cock.

His long muzzle and neck were glutted with too much length, it was fat and heavy feeling, peeling his thick soft lips back as far as they would go as he choked on around the girth. His lips shoved right against the line of bulging knot at the base and couldn't pull away. The itch grew worse down the line of his neck, he could feel the thickness of his mane pulling backwards. It made him lift his hand up, trying to blindly feel what was happening as he panted out a breath, panting raggedly with splatters of wet precum that spilled down along the line of his throat. He jerked and twisted, writhing in place, wheezing out loudly as he gagged again.

Aurella let out a whimpering noise and he flipped his ears again, ears that were starting to burn slightly before he stumbled backwards. He jerked to one side, he nearly fell back as the gryphon stood up with a wet slurping noise that pulled the cock free. It popped out all the way out of his thick soft lips as he stumbled back. Vartris' laughter erupted out playfully, mocking him as he felt a trail of wet precum and saliva dribbling from between his muzzle and there was another itch and twinge along the crest of his neck. It wasn't right, it didn't feel right at all. He moved his hand back, swaying a little bit as he went to grab his mane, but there was no mane to grab.

"HEY!" He yelped out as his fingers closed down around a scattering of feathers.

His heart was pounding as he stumbled up and the gryphon's paw swiped out to swat him back onto his ass to make him yelp out angrily. He swung his eyes back to see his tail was no longer quite a tail, instead it was a spill of thick soft black feathers, downy and falling down towards back of his knees instead of soft hairs. He scrabbled to one side, his eyes swinging towards the hen that was sitting stiffly on one of their chairs, her eyes so wide that there was an edge of white flashing on them. Beyond her was a mirror and the mirror didn't reflect the dappled stallion that he should have been there.

The bold rounded dapples that normally scattered his body were replaced with a feather like pattern. The hide and horse hair was still there, but the markings were softer and looked more like someone had flung down over him to pattern his coat. His leaf-like tapered ears were no longer equine, but thickly feathered ear tufts that were a slightly larger version of the dainty tufts on his girlfriend's head. The mane was more a crest of feathers that ran down along towards his shoulders. The touches of avian on his body made him look alien and frightening. He was still him, his hooves still scrabbled against the ground, but it was all distorted with the edge of feathering.

"What a pretty little hen." Vartris growled the words and stalked forward, tipping his head to one side so the bright eyes studied him and made him scrabble backwards. "The potion does...alter things."

"This wears off, right?" He stumbled back further, scrabbling away as he was stalked by the predatory bird. "I... you can't just leave me in feathers!"

"Oh it will...eventually." The beak clacked together, the loud sound of it rang in his ears before the drake gave a leap forward. "But first, I have a bit of flesh to claim. And a clutch to give you , little hen."

"Don't say that!" Vanir squealed out, his voice cracking in outrage at the very idea of getting a clutch. It was bad enough he was going to let this happen. "You probably won't even fit!"

The heavy paw swept him up, catching his hip so that he was thrown back against the bed, the massive towering creature loomed over him as there was a hot puff of breath. The eyes were glittering with barely contained malice that flashed brilliantly as the cock twitched upwards, large and too wide even for an equine. The pony scrabbled backwards, bunching up the covers of the familiar bed before the gryphon's beak reached down and clasped right down against the line of his shoulder. The grip tightened down and squeezed, digging down roughly and yanking him back so he couldn't get away as the forelegs closed to either side. The spicy sweet musk was filling the air, it was growing thicker by the moment before the grip on the hips flipped him, throwing his weight down against the ground and he was suddenly shoved down flat down onto the mattres.

His newly feathered ass was up in the air and he tried to scrabble up immediately before the bed creaked under the weight of the monstrous gryphon. The wide spread wings flashed open to cover him, hiding him from sight while he felt another strange twinge in his belly. It made him tighten painfully, some part of his stomach burning hotly as he panted out and flicked his ear tufts before the weight of the cock pushed right up against the plush curve of his ass. The cock tip gave another twitch and quiver, dribbling out a hot stream of precum that left trails of wetness behind to mar his dappled hips and the paw hooked right against his hip.

"Come here, girl, come and see what a real drake should be offering you." Vartris commanded with a rough edge to his voice as his ass was hauled up higher in the air. "Pretty little dappled hen, I wonder if you will foal or lay a clutch?"

"Th-that's not funnnNEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEE!" Vanir's words turned into a wild whinny and his head jerked up high in the air in shock as the cock tip dipped down and nudged under his tail feathers.

The writhing pony felt the tapered black tip jab roughly up against his pucker, a pucker that felt overly sensitive and tender feeling as it spread open wider and wider. His walls began to stretch open wide as the thick ring was swallowed over the heavy tip, the walls ached wider and wider as it dug deeper into his anal passage. It was a shock of too much girth and the mixture of precum and saliva smeared into his passage, rubbing through him as he jerked in place. His eyes flashed wide as the gryphon pushed a heavy forepaw right down against his shoulders and gave a powerful shove that pinned his weight down in place, refusing to let him up while he heard the snarl of pleasure. The hips worked, twitching and quivering as the fleshy barbs pulled out and then slipped inwards, smoothing back down through him.

His eyes watered a little bit as the sheer size of the girth sank home and inch after inch was fed beneath his tail, his taut thick ring were stretched open wider as he was forced to feel the weight prying wider. The precum bubbled up in a wet slathering pushed inwards with another roll and his walls clamped down in reaction. His explorations in the past were limited, but they hadn't felt like this, his skin felt feverish and swollen so that the strokes were taunting him as he felt himself responding. The pleasure and pain worked together as he sucked down a breath and then gasped out when the next drag pulled the barbs through and tickled through him to make him jump upwards in the air.

"Oh little hen, aren't you a tight fit.." Vartris hissed out in pleasure and gave another thrust that pushed his dappled ass up in the air. "Look how well he stretched, perhaps I won't miss out on you that much."

Vanir flashed his eyes open wide to see Aurella staring, her nares were flushed and her eyes were wide open, but she wasn't looking away. He groaned out and then squirmed as his blunt fleshy cock began to droop down along the opening of his sheath, falling down along the underside of the pouch. It was arousal that he couldn't stop as his hips were shoving backwards against the stiff boned length that was driving home. The bed rattled loudly as his tender passage began to work down tightly and squeezed, he suckled and pulled with a gentle caress that tried to pull him in deeper. He didn't want the drake in deeper, but that didn't stop things from going forward without a single care for what his mind wanted.

Aurella sucked in a breath, he heard her shivery burst that wasn't horror when the drag backwards made him let out a whinnying call. He threw his head up in the air as his cock surged out, the flesh smoothing out and jutting forward as it filled out, The twitching girth rubbed against his belly as the gryphon crouched his haunches down, splaying the hind legs wide as the claws bit against the line of his shoulders. His stomach was giving small roiling movements as he felt the tip jabbing deeper, stretching his anal ring open wider. It was too much, his body wasn't ready for the sheer size of him and it was obvious in the way Vartris was struggling to seat himself that it was a tight fit for him as well.

The precum slathered and coated him, squelching out messily around the edges while his legs flexed and pushed beneath him. He was lifting his ass high in the air while his cock slapped up against his chest. He couldn't stop that from happening, his ears were burning while he let out a ragged groan as the barbs began to tease through him. They weren't sharp and designed to hurt, they stimulated places that he didn't think he even had. His eyes were wild as they tickled backwards while his walls started to squeeze down tightly and pulled, trying to lock around them as the thrusts built up inside of him, the steady movements pumped through him, each thrust forward gaining ground inside of his achingly spread body.

He could smell the potion, taste it, it was dominating his senses a his eyes squeezed shut to the sound of his girlfriend making a little noise when the drake hammered forward. The base of the cock drove forward to pin down against the line of the anal ring, digging forward roughly as the tip was buried deep inside of him. His lips parted, panting as he felt his coat starting to grow damp while his cock rubbed his belly roughly, pumping a little bit with little bursts of movement that he couldn't stop. The base knot, those taunting barbs, pushed forward and dimpled forward against the thick anal ring as it tried to pry open wide. It hurt, the ache was building as he felt as if he were going to be split in two at any moment. The paw on his back gripped down tightly and squeezed, the talons biting down roughly as the breathing became harsher.

"Come here girl." Vartris snarled out, the thrusts driving the knot against him at the apex of each thrust, deliberately stimulating him, keeping him on edge with each moment that passed. "Help your mate."

"I.." Aurella's voice was high pitched and Vanir opened his eyes before whimpering out again.

"Do you want him to feel pleasure? He is... ssssacrificing himself for you." He hissed out the word with relish as the hips drew back, the suctioning wet noise ringing in his ears. "Give him a prize, girl for taking the clutch for you."

"Stahhhahhaaaahaaap that!" Vanir whinnied out in anger at the comment, his cheeks burning as his girlfriend came forward shyly. "You don't g-gotta, you stay there!"

He tried to shake his head at her, she didn't have to do this, Aurella hadn't been the one stupid enough to go along with this deal! He was letting out rasping noises in his throat, wild sounds that ragged panted out and then the knot shoved forward again. He was shocked when there was a light stroke of fingers against his stiff cock, making him swing his eyes wildly to see the flushed little hen moving closer towards him. She was obeying the bestial gryphon! It was a blow to his pride, he was her stallion, she should have been listening to him! Instead, her hand grasped his thickened tip and squeezed, pumping in time with the gryphon that drove home inside of her.

The snarling noises were erupting out wildly, the vibrations rippled loudly as the weight pushed forward and he felt the knot beginning to peel open his walls wide. The straining walls were soon being stretched open wide and pushed down over the bulging base that popped inwards. It was a shock of pain that made him jerk forward, thrusting into the palm that was rubbing against him. The tender fingers rubbed him, helping to hold him into that moment of arousal as his spasming walls closed down and his outer ring turned into a thin wide O that was pushed all the way down towards the widest point of the base. The sinking thrust twitched the tip in deeper that he was prepared to take.

He wildly threw himself in place, his breathing rasping out loudly before squealing, the sound ringing in his own ears as he felt something snap inside of him. It was a wave of heat that made his thoughts refuse to come together, his girlfriend's familiar hand caressed up along his mottled cock, kneading him and egging him on as his hips jerked in place. His walls began to milk around the base of the cock that drove home and locked in place, pulling at the knot that began to spread open wider and wider. The inner walls were straining wide as the hips began to move in a blurring thrust, the barbs caught and raked places that sent pain and pleasure through him.

He squeezed down, holding the length as it began to throb and twitch, the entire cock was swelling open wider as he felt the weight pressing down against him. His cock tip swelled open wide, flaring against his girlfriend's palm to the widest point it could go. The tip began to twitch upwards with a little quiver while he tried to hike his tail up high in the air, flagging it and twitching as his balls churned and he pushed forward. He heard Aurella murmuring something, but he couldn't making his ears work while he felt the sudden stream of hot thick cum bubbled from his tip and sprayed out. The gryphon's powerful muscles rippled up and forced his ass up higher in the air as the snarling voice erupted out into an avian screech above him.

The bulging knot pushed his ass out, locking in place as something hot and fiery jetted out from the tapered tip of the cock. He froze and his entire body locked up as he felt the pressured stream pouring through him, his newly made ear tufts fell down against his head as he shuddered in place with jerks and twitches. The movements twitched a little, pulling against the knot that locked in place while his own shaft was rubbed over, the hen teasing and stroking him lightly. The movements teasing backwards towards the base and then sliding upwards with a little bit of a squeeze behind his drooling flare. There was another hot stream of sperm rich gryphon cum flushing into his belly, making it bulge as he was rapidly filled by the sheer output of the creature.

His ass was hanging from the loins, his hips were pushed up high in the air while Vanir dropped his head down and let out a ragged little groaning sound from deep in his throat. His chest tightened slightly and then relaxed again as he felt the weight pouring into him, puddling and making small cramps ripple across his stomach. The heavy paw on his shoulder relaxed as the creature shifted and let out a low throated rumble. The low purr vibrated down the pony's back strangely to make his back stiffen up slightly, his sweat darkened sides rising and falling with shaking breaths as if he had just run a race.

"There now girl, see what you have missed?" The large head swung towards Aurella, the beak gaped up in a smile. "But I am sure you will take up the role of caring for the clutch very well, it is in your nature after all."

"S-stop saying shit..like that.. Just... concentrate on pulling out." Vanir snapped, his ego raw feeling as it was without the commentary about a clutch. As if he was going to have a clutch of eggs. "You got your hump, get out, you're dismissed."

"Poor little thing.." The gryphon fluffed up his feathers. "I hope your impending motherhood calms you down, but if it grows too much, do call me again." He pushed forward the knot drove home deeper, grinding the messy tip into his belly. "I'd be happy to settle you again. You're nearly as good as that little hen would have been."

Vanir snarled an angry nonverbal response, his eyes closing as he felt his girlfriend stroking around his tip. He wished with all his heart that he could block out the scent of her arousal, but it was there, clearly filling his nose and making him aware that she was not as mortified as he was by him being fucked and mounted by a feral gryphon. He could only hope she didn't decide to take that arousal into future play in the bedroom.

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"We-ell, lookin' fer a new potion, darlin'?" The oryx's voice was sweet and warm in the air, the eyes brightening with quiet welcome as Vanir stepped into the shop.

It was just as it had been the day he'd walked into the place to pick up the potion, but now he wasn't interested in looking at the new offerings that were set up for sale. He wasn't interested in anything that was being set out on the counter or even the rest of the people that were gathered around. They were all interested and peering around at the new magical implements that had been set out. They didn't really pay attention to him as he walked in with his shoulders hunched and bundled up in a coat that was built for a stallion twice his height and it was hanging like a dress around him. Or a foal dressed up in his parents clothing.

"No! I don't want anymore!" He snapped and panted a little bit as he made it to the front of the counter, seeing the lean creature leaning down with a smile showing on his white and black face.

"What's wrong darlin'? Not enjoyin' mah hard work?" He asked and quirked up one brow, the bone and feathers dancing along his cheek.

"I want a refund!" Vanir snapped and nearly slammed the empty bottle down on the counter. "A full refund!"

"Refund?" The brow raised up a little bit. "Ah'm positive that it didn't fail, but if it did Ah'll give ya money back with proof."

"It didn't work at all!" Vanir kept his ear tufts flattened on his head, his breathing panting out a little roughened, his eyes flashing. "I-it didn't let me get her pregnant!"

"Oui?" Creole asked mildly and tipped his head to one side, something like amusement showing in his eyes. "How so?"

"It was a summoning spell! You lied! And I want my money back and I want you to fix what happened!" He burst out and felt people glancing over at him, causing him to jerk backwards with a little bit of his stomach twisting.

"An' wha' happened, cher?" Creole asked, and didn't even look interested or alarmed or even guilty! "Not firin' on all cylinders fer her?"

"NO! I... FIX THIS!" Vanir finally yelped out angrily, his face burning as he opened up his trench coat.

There was a gasp from behind him and suddenly he realized that at least someone in the shop thought he was flashing the proprietor, but he couldn't do more than blush angrily at that as he exposed what had happened to him. His stomach was covered with a loose t-shirt, but that didn't hide the fact that his stomach was swelling open wide with a heavy clutch of eggs. Eggs that had begun to grow over the last few weeks and every day he was even heavier than the day before, eggs that he shouldn't have even been able to have as a male! Eggs that he didn't want! To say nothing of the fact that his body had was all turned about thanks to the pregnancy.

"Well, cher, seems it worked jus' fine. Ah don't promise she'd be the one carryin', only that they'd promise a healthy clutch." Creole spoke slowly, the smile splitting his lips. "But Ah'll offer ya a grand deal on the eggs when ya lay 'em. Don't often get a clutch o' hippogriffs fer sale."