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The rattle of chains and the yell of the crowd filled the air, it was loudly echoing across the room as the twins were hauled forward step by slow step. They couldn't break free, there was nothing they could do to yank their hands through the sharp metal that left Andrew feeling raw around the edges. His eyes were wide, panicked as they were marched through the heavy oak doors and into the Hall of Judgement. The sound of voices, the rumbling and chattering told him that there was a crowd in the King's presence. They weren't a friendly crowd, it was one that made him hunch his shoulders as his twin did much the same. The black eye that splashed right across his cheek made him look almost comical, but there was nothing funny about what was happening.

It had seemed like a game when their father had told them that they would be doing their part to further his attempt to expand his lands. It was their first post as commanders, supposedly in a quiet area just outside of a village where at most they were expected to repel troops. Andrew had been so proud to stand as a captain in the standing army, his new armor gleaming and perfectly fitted to him to match his twin. Their father had finally trusted them with a company of men to lead and inspire. It was their chance to prove themselves as worthy heirs to the throne, but nothing had gone as planned.

Within a day of arriving at the town it was obvious that the King was moving his troops in to take over. The Air Corps had been the first, the flashy gryphons striking hard and fast while they had struggled to get their people to safety and repel them. It had been a bloodbath. Neither of them had been trained with the Air Corps, their own gryphons were half trained beasts they had smuggled free from a shipment going to the Royal Army. He had struggled to do what he could, both of them had, but in the end they had been overwhelmed like the green troops they were. Their surrender had saved their men, but they had been taken, outed as the sons of Lord Grayson the war-lord.

"Father will ransom us." Mike said softly, glancing over at him. "The guards said that they sent word."

"I don't know." Andrew answered softly and gave his head a shake. "He will be disappointed in us, we didn't even take out a portion of their army."

"He will still ransom us." He said firmly and he watched his twin ball his fists slightly before one of the guards shoved forward so that he was nearly falling.

"Keep moving!" The man snarled as they came to the opening of the hall, making them stumble out into the sight of a hall ringed with people, eyes swinging towards them.

"MAJESTY! THE TWINS OF LORD ARATH GRAYSON CAPTURED OUTSIDE OF HARAN!" The herald called out, bringing silence to the crowd as hostile eyes were fixed on them both while they were made to walk forward through the long hall.

Andrew felt his heart starting to race, beating wildly in the back of his throat as they walked up the path that led towards the King settled in his thrown. The eagle of a man was staring with an aggressive glare at them both as Michael shifted in place with a nervous noise, catching up to him. He felt his cheeks going hot red with embarrassment as they were forced, chains and all, towards the foot of the elevated throne. The man upon it was older, greying along the beard and hair, wrinkled along the edges of his eyes. He sat stiffly as if his body were in pain, his posture revealing that he wasn't comfortable in the stiff backed chair. His clothing was rich and gleamed with gold and silver chains, all of them showing off the wealth of his country and those he ruled.

Beside him was a younger man, dark hair and equally dark eyes, on a hair that was shorter and tucked back slightly as befit the prince. He was watching impassively, the faintest edge of a smile curling his dark red lips. Prince Ruben, a young man that was known for cruelty and viciousness. Everyone knew he was someone to be feared, most villages hid their women from them, frightened of what he would do if they were found. It was something that had fueled his father's claim for land as more people tried to break away while the King ignored the fact his son was a creature that would have been better suited to being in snake skin instead of the body of a man.

"You have killed my men." The king spoke as soon as they reached the edge of the stand, the guards forcing them to kneel. Andrew swallowed his own pulse, trying to keep himself from panicking. "You have claimed lands that are not your own. You have taken up a banner to persuade my subjects to take arms against me. What have you to say for yourselves?"

"Majesty." Michael said, his voice only slightly higher pitched. "Our Father commands us and we must obey, it is the duty of any son to be obedient to a father's wishes."

"We are soldiers, Your Highness," Andrew answered softly, feeling the prince's eyes on them both, an expression that sent an unwilling tremor down his back. "Do you not expect obedience from your own soldiers?"

"You are the sons of a nobleman, you were raised to lead and follow the rule of the land." King Gregory's voice was thick with scorn as he spoke. "You have let yourself blindly follow a man grabbing power that is not his to claim. You are not merely soldiers, you had a chance to stand against your father, to choose the King you were sworn to serve."

"They could have surrendered immediately, Father." The prince put in with a slight edge to his voice. "They decided to make a stand against our soldiers. If they would not refuse their father, they could have simply given us a bloodless victory."

"I will not have my lords claiming lands that are not their own for their personal gain. I will not have their sons shedding blood on my lands to further their own agendas." The king rumbled, shifting forward in the chair. "If we had not the Air Corps doubtless many more of my men would have died fighting the war your father started."

"But we-" Mike started, being cut off with a fierce gesture from the King, going silent as Andrew felt his stomach twist.

"We are within our rights to execute you for your crimes." The king spoke with a deep growl. "Your lives are forfeit."

"NO!" Andrew let the word escape him as there was a murmuring around the room, the voice trickling through the place. "Please! Mercy my lord!!"

"Mercy!" His twin chimed in as well, but the prince was leaning forward as if he saw something interesting.

"You might simply execute one of them, Father." He pointed out, his voice cold and cruel. "The other an be returned to their father as a gesture of generosity."

_Oh god, no! _ He thought with mounting terror, finding it harder to breathe around the lump in his chest, his entire body stiffening in horror.

"That would be fair." The king said thoughtfully, the way the man looked at him was making Andrew feel faint as the crowd murmured. "They must be made an example of, perhaps if the rest of the young bloods knows they are not immune to punishment for the sins of their fathers, others will stand up and take notice."

"Then why not use magic?" Ruben offered in a sly sort of way. "They killed four of our gryphons, highly trained beasts, we could simply have them take two of their places. It would make sure that others can easily see their punishment and effectively execute them in the eyes of the law. Animals cannot hold lands or rights."

"G-gryphons?" Andrew stuttered the word, staring up at the prince and king, uncertain if that was good news or bad, it didn't matter, neither option gave him a choice at a real life.

"Interesting." The King murmured softly, drawling the word out thoughtfully as his eyes fixated on both of them. "An apt punishment I think. Yes, a very apt punishment. The sons of Lord Grayson will serve the Air Corps as their newest mounts, replacing the creatures they took down."

"What? You can't!" Andrew burst out, Mike's words a hair behind him in similar protest, angry and frightened. "You can't take our humanity!"

"Would you rather it be your lives?" Ruben asked, arching one of his brows up slightly, but Andrew shook his head. "Then be grateful my Father is so...merciful."

The way he spoke, it was clear that he was anything but merciful, the prince was regarding them both with increased interest. The dark eyes making him flinch backwards as far as he could while the guards hauled them up onto their feet. Life as a gryphon, losing his voice, his humanity, everything. He was going to end up a beast that caused him to choke slightly before Mike jerked forward, lunging to his feet as he struggled to break free.

"You can go to hell!" He snarled out, his eyes blazing with rage as the room erupted into talking and whispers while the guards forced Mike down to the ground. Andrew couldn't move, couldn't think, a punishment that would last a lifetime. Was it really better than death?

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Please! Our father will ransom us!" Michael said in a high pitched voice as the executioner gripped him by the back of his neck, hauling him towards the middle of the stable grounds. "You have to know that! We are valuable!"

"You are traitors." The wizard replied easily and hooked the chain onto a large iron ring set in the ground. "Be thankful our King is willing to still allow you to serve his kingdom."

"You can't do this! I'm of royal blood! We're related!" He almost squealed the words out before the wizard stepped back and drew out a small crystal from a pouch.

"A relation that was severed the moment you took arms against him." There was no reasoning with that tone, it was sharp and mocking before the stone in his palm began to glow brightly. "And now you will feel the punishment for that choice."

Michael began to breathe faster, his chest tightening a little as he threw his weight back against his chains. The movements became frantic, short and stilted as the restraints dug in against his skin while he tried to get up again. His brother cried out loudly from across the square, screaming out as his body began to change with the other mage working his magic. Mike watched him wildly, his eyes bulging a little bit while he saw feathers beginning to erupt along a back that was arched and lips were sliding towards a sharp edged beak. The frightening changes twisting over him as a crowd of people looked on with interest, seeing the punishment twisting over their bodies while the mage walked towards him as well.

The gem was glowing brightly, the faint glowing outline that was showing an arching gryphon with a beak gaped open wide. There was a flash of growing magic that was spreading, extending out from the stone to stretch towards him, making him shrink back. The chain around his neck rattled and strained as he tensed and felt his stomach twist painfully. Every part of him was screaming to get away, his eyes went wide as the phantom gryphon went larger, pushing towards him, talons outstretched.

"Wait." The voice made the magic stop it's reaching, freezing in place above him as he huddled against the ground.

"My Prince?" The mage asked, voice lilting a little bit as Ruben came down the stairs, his eyes lidded slightly with interest, the eyes sweeping over him in a way that didn't make him feel relief at the magic stopping.

"RAWWWCK!!!!!" Andrew's voice came out in a high pitched scream, a gryphon's sound that spilled free loudly as rich dark black feathers ripped through his clothing.

His brother was rapidly changing, more feathers running over him as his claws were sliding out, but that wasn't all. His clothing was being torn open, split apart to show him nude and entire to everyone. His ass showing fur that was slipping down to cover him, spreading along his legs all the way to the feet that were already changing to paws. Mike jerked his eyes away at the sight of the pale pink length hanging down, the swell of it bobbing about in a manner that left his stomach rolling unhappily. He gulped down a breath, steadying himself to look up into the eyes of the prince. The man's lips were pulled back wider, the smile more a baring of teeth.

"It is fitting they replace all four." Ruben commented. "Two drakes would hardly fulfill that particular requirement. It is only fitting that the rude one be given the roll of the hen."

"What?! NO! Your father said nothing of this!" Mike jerked up again, his arms aching under the chains, but he didn't give a damn, this was outrageous.

"My father left me in charge of the details of your punishment." The prince responded and gestured. "Be grateful that you have your life and a chance to make amends for that sham of a battle."

Mike tried to say more, his lips opened to protest before there was a crash against him that drove the breath from his lungs. The magic outline of the gryphon changed from gold to silver as it hit him, throwing him back onto his ass with a cry as it felt like fire was being poured down his body. There was no evading it, nothing he could do to fight it. He was shuddering and hunching his body down tight to the ground with a ragged moan as the first caress of the change ran along his cheeks.

It was a burst of snowy white feathers that trailed down, ones that trickled down the line of his neck and towards his shirt as he writhed in place. The watchers were ooing and awing over his twin, but they wouldn't remain distracted for long as Mike cried out and felt the heat pouring down his spine. His back bowed suddenly while his fingers splayed open wide, trying to brace himself as his nails began to thicken and sharpen towards the tips. The extension of them growing further, pushing outwards, sharpening as they went. He couldn't fight it, he had no idea how to fight it, he could only writhe and shudder while the white feathering grew thicker along his neck and began to disappear down along the curve of his throat.

The thick rush of it was fluffing out and making his shirt tighten, no, his body was growing larger and his clothing was growing snugger around his chest. The buttons were straining as he felt the feathers spreading along his head while his mouth began to reshape itself, growing outwards and hardening into something like a beak. He cried out, the sound a ragged scream much like his twin had made while his tongue became thinner and more suited to fitting inside of the elongated beak. The sharp hooked beak was sharply pronounced as it became heavier and his head tipped forward before he heard a tearing sound right along his back.

His shirt loosened, falling to either side as wings began to push along the line of his back, aching as they stretched out while more feathers trailed down his chest. He didn't care about the feathers, though they were alarming, his concentration was on his loins as his pants tightened strangely. He screeched out and thrashed while talons grew out of his toes, sharpening and going deep black at the tips so that they flashed and caught the light. His legs were starting to bend, the bones changing and the muscles twinging with cramps while his boots fell off when his feet no longer filled them properly. They hit the ground and left him to paddle his changing feet in the air.

The pants split along the seam of his ass while his body began to grow larger, heavier. The chest grew deeper, but he was feeling as if he were growing lighter at the same time as his bones adjusted themselves as a flier. His breathing was short, rasping painfully before his head thinned down and grew more raptorial, his legs twisting themselves into a new shape that was designed to walk on four legs. The pinch of his remaining paints on his loins made him reach down with changing forelegs and paw at himself, crying out and flipping out a wing as he rolled in place. A tail was growing as he showed the smooth white fur that was growing along his hips, but his eyes were fixated on the sight of his cock. Or at least, what had been his cock.

It was pale pink in the fur, looking small as the rest of his body grew, but it remained the same soft size. He felt the kick in his gut that made him throw his head back before the balls began to tighten up painfully in place, pulling upwards so that he saw stars briefly. The skin was tightening to push the twin orbs into his body, wedging upwards towards the pit of his stomach as the heat began to spread along the edges. It robbed him of his breath, making him wheeze out painfully before they slipped away and were replaced with smooth soft fur that railed up towards the base of shrinking cock.

At first, Mike could almost believe that his cock was growing smaller simply because his body was that much larger, rapidly approaching the size of a horse. In that case, a small human shaft didn't look out of place at all, but it became apparent that that was not the case. He watched as a line of small vestigial nipples formed against the underside of her furred belly, standing out stiffly here and there against the snowy white fur. His cock was becoming smaller, dainty looking, sliding away and disappearing as the foreskin grew looser, thicker, plumping up strangely as it withdrew. The former boy let out another screech, high pitched and plaintive, but the only response came with a burst of laughter rippling from the prince watching him.

"Did you think I was lying?" Ruben asked, his voice rich with satisfaction before the head shook. "You are going to make a fine hen. I will enjoy it."

_I will not! _ Mike snarled out and then sucked down a breath as he watched his cock pulling back, the soft flesh forming a fat pair of cunny lips right between his legs.

There was no evading the truth of what he was seeing. They were plump and heavy looking, pursed together perfectly so that they formed a fat looking spade between his legs. Her legs. They were _her_legs. There was nothing masculine as she watched them puffing together tightly, growing more sensitive while heat spread in fingers through her lower belly. The pressure of that change was offset with a sudden push of a tail growing out from the line of his ass. It was pushing itself outwards, spilling in a line behind her hind legs as she curled around her own stomach, trying to hide herself. Her body shuddering as her form became more securely that of a gryphon. The humanity was being stripped away ruthlessly as her toes splayed open, paws hitting the ground.

She felt the changes to her anatomy painfully as parts of her that she had never had began to form themselves to fit securely inside of her aching belly. The egg chamber feeling heavy in her lower stomach, making her body react as the tender silken passage began to grow swollen and sensitive. She was wheezing out shallow pants, each one coming out wildly before her head tossed back high in the air, feeling the sudden contraction ripple through her. Muscles that she had never possessed flexed around nothing, contracting and squeezing, working greedily as she was left wheezing out shallow bursts, arching her back in place before dropping back down again. Everything narrowed down to a strange eruption of sensations that she couldn't control or bury.

"Get them into their cages." Ruben said, the prince standing above her, one of his feet poking her lightly along the back. "I want them under guard at all times, they're too valuable to risk and my father wishes to use them as a lesson to others."

Mike didn't struggle, she felt dazed as she lifted her head, blinking eyes set over a strange beak as she heard a noise coming from her twin. He was on four swaying legs, the masculine gryphon shaking his head a few times while she remained on the ground. She couldn't get the strength to stand up, nothing wanted to move properly. She blinked her eyes up at the prince and felt a cold chill spread through her stomach at the way her watched her. No man should look at what appeared to be an animal with lust, but he was. That boded no good for her or her twin.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Andrew miserably hunched himself on his stomach, feeling wings drooping to either side of his back, the last of the changes long since gone as they remained in pens just inside of the stable. His dark feathers at least made it easier for him to hide, hunched away in the back of the pen while his sibling's bright white feathers meant anyone could see her at a glance. Her. A hen. That bastard had turned his twin into a female. It made him snarl and feel guiltily grateful that the only thing that had happened to him was the body of a beast. It was even a powerful beast, with rippling muscles and a powerful body that boasted wickedly sharp talons and a long heavy beak. It was a weapon, his entire horse sized body was a weapon, but he didn't feel dangerous, he felt frightened as the Prince made arrangements to suit him.

Ruben was in charge of both of them, claiming them so that the punishment would truly fit the crime. He had remembered meeting the man once and had never wanted to be on the wrong end of a battle with him, but now he was completely at his mercy. He wanted to be sick, the urge growing as the prince walked around the cage and considered him with something like interest. It was the same sort of interest a cat gave a mouse with much the same effect as the former boy hissed under his breath and roused up his inky black feathers to try and drive him off. He didn't feel fierce, he felt frightened as the prince was accompanied by one of the mages.

"He is an impressive animal." Ruben finally complimented. "Well muscled, good proportioned, lovely coloring."

Andrew pinned his ear tufts down flat, hating the talk as the eyes ran over him in much the same way a man looked over a woman. They swept over him so that he was keenly aware of the fact that he was no longer clothed, in fact, the sheath that hugged up against his underside was painfully obvious to anyone who glanced at him so that he winced unhappily. He blew out a breath and tried to step backwards again, the balls swinging and the prince only broadened his smile and looked up into his eyes.

"He will make a fine mount for a prince." The mage answered subserviently, not quite meeting the prince's eye as the man crouched down on the balls of his feet.

"Place a geas on him, I want him to be controlled. With the mind of a man, he will be hard to bring to heal." The prince instructed. "Bind it to me, only me, I want to be his sole master."

Fuck. _Andrew swallowed, his tongue feeling strange in his beak as the mage glanced at him. _I don't want to serve him!

_ _

He shoved his ass right up into the corner of his cage, eyes darting around to barely make out his twin in her own cage. She was curled in a ball, not even glancing towards him as she seemed to miserably be trying to hide herself from the world. There was no help there, but he still had to do something. He screeched out and rushed the cage, his heavy paws spreading open wide, talons flashing as the mage jumped up and back to get away. The prince only twitched, he didn't even stand, staring at him without any pity before barking out his command again, repeating it without breaking eye contact. The drake snarled at him, trying to mantel his wings before a caress of fog began to spill from the magic user's fingers.

It was light and airy, dancing and contorting about lightly, swinging and caressing as light as a dervish. He stumbled backwards and tried to swipe it away, swinging back and forth as it stretched and curled around him. The thin tendrils curled along his chest and beneath his stomach, rubbing just along the length of his sheath so that he jumped before screeching out loudly when the first touch sank into muscle. It was a pleasant warmth, not at all like the fire and pain of his change, it was a tickling slide that ran along the line of his shoulder, spreading itself towards his wings as he reared up onto his haunches and felt more of the tendrils wrapping around her head.

His entire body was running hot and strange, muscles were twitching and jumping as the magic twisted down his neck, curled along his beak until he was breathing it in. He couldn't stop what was happening as the mage carefully drew the fog like magic tight, snapping through his limbs, his belly, his chest. It hit him full force before he fell towards the ground, crashing with his beak hitting the edge of the bars with a loud rattling sound. He couldn't move, his body was throbbing painfully as he let out a wheezing sound and choked out a breath, legs paddling the air a few times before the other end of the tendrils were drawn towards the prince.

The former boy's eyes went wide, frantically staring at the young man while the silver edge began to disappear from view, but not from him feeling them. His body was locked in place, frozen as the man held control of him and he was shuddering slightly. He tried to lunge back up onto his feet, but his body refused to listen to him. It wouldn't get up, wouldn't even twitch, he felt as if he were frozen in place as the prince watched him. The man stood up carefully and he felt the unseen bonds tighten and cause him to muffle a short cry before a finger twitched to command him to stand. His body began shaking as Andrew stood, obeying the man as neatly as any well trained animal.

_I'm not an animal! _ He thought furiously and Ruben began to laugh low in his throat.

"Sit." The command came and the gryphon immediately dropped his haunches, not even able to snarl a reply as his body was held by the geas. "Oh, very nice, very nice indeed. Sometimes, this can be even better than training, I think."

"Of course, sir." The mage answered primly, not even trying to disagree. "He will truly be yours and yours alone."

"Mmm..." Ruben tilted his head and then showed his teeth in a quick smile. "Become aroused, gryphon. Become hard..."

The words weren't just words, they were thoughts that sank into the command of his body while Andrew let out a ragged noise of shock when his stomach immediately tensed up. He wasn't thinking anything sexual, he wasn't considering anything except terror that he couldn't control himself and then he felt his body react. Muscles relaxed and flexed again, warmth flooded his loins and spread over the edges as the hot boned shaft began to spread open his sheath and push outwards. It was so sudden that it was nearly painful as the flesh leaped into obedience, throbbing and quivering as the blood ran hot and wild through his veins and even his balls ached. He sucked down a breath and started to hunch forward, but he was stopped before he could do more than drop his head.

His body was seized up as the dark red flesh pushed along his black furred stomach, the swollen tip ridged with barbs that stood out against the glans, glistening messily in the light. The base knot bulged wide, pushing down the sheath, making sure that it was entirely exposed as it immediately began to twitch and dribble down a spill of precum. The fluid coated against the outer edges, travelling downwards while the drake let out a pained noise under his breath. It wasn't just that he was aroused, it was a flush of need that ran so deep that he felt his mind distancing itself. He couldn't think, couldn't do anything except splay his legs open as his cock jutted out to point directly at the prince and the mage.

The mage looked, at least, slightly ashamed, but didn't do anything to break the spell while Ruben twitched his lips up in a slow subtle smile. It was pleased, something in the gaze telling him that the man was studying the length of his heavy cock. His shaft wasn't even remotely human anymore, even the color was all wrong as the vibrant red of his flesh was smooth looking where the barbs didn't run. There were even barbs just against the base of his cock, right along the knot as if they were meant to hook into a female once it swelled open. It was sensitive to even the brush of the fur along his glans as he parted his beak and began to pant shallowly, pupils dilating as far as they could go.

"Yes, that will do nicely." Ruben said and brushed his hand downs his shirt. "Now, we will need to discuss my plans for the hen. Tomorrow I would prefer to have the first public demonstration of them."

"Yes, the second sons and heirs invited, I presume?" The mage asked, throwing a glance back as Andrew was able to stand up, his body shuddering while his still hard cock bounced beneath him.

"Of course, I want to make it clear that they are not the powers here. That I am." The man was saying, his voice cold and firm as he did so, their voices going quieter as they left.

Andrew stared after them, feeling the precum drooling out of his tip to splatter down towards the ground, forming a spreading puddle that was growing larger by the moment. There was no way for him to hide it or get rid of it, he was simply standing in the middle of the mess while he hunched his shoulders and his haunches gave a little rock. His balls even ached as they rested between his hind legs, but nothing was changing. He felt those tendrils on his body, commanding him to be erect, hard, ready, but they weren't letting him go as the men exited the stable.

He stood there, his cock jabbing at the air with his hind legs spread wide and there was nothing he could do about it. He swung his head around and peered down at himself, flinching at the sight of the animalistic length resting just in front of a set of heavy black furred orbs. The scent of musk flavored the air, his own changed aroma making him pin his feathered tufts back close to his head before he let out a disconcerted rumble. His body was throbbing with need, and there was no way for him to do anything about it. He didn't even have a muzzle, just a long hooked beak and talons on his paws. He was stuck standing there with the bobbing large member moving with him, each caress of his fur an added torment that was growing.

Andrew lifted his head up unhappily and ground his beak together before freezing, looking across the stable. Mike had uncurled herself now that the prince and the mage were gone, but she wasn't examining her cage or looking for a way out. Her eyes were fixed on his twin, wide and white rimmed as they gaped over at him and were centered on a spot that he did not want his twin to stare. He jerked backwards and turned his back to her, feeling his cheeks burn in mortification as he realized she had seen his arousal. God, what must she think? Had she heard the commands given? He hoped so, otherwise he had no idea what she thought of him. All he could do was hunker down, feeling the twinge of the spell and unable to do a damn thing about it.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Leather, Mike had never realized just how strong leather was until the moment it slid over her head and wrapped around her beak. The muzzle clamped her jaws shut, rendering them useless as grooms surrounded her as she slept, waking her only when they had pinned her with their bodies and the restraints they'd brought to make sure she couldn't fight them. The impact had woken her with a screech as one of the grooms had pushed her head down hard to the ground and two more held her forepaws as a fourth pinned her wings in place so that she couldn't throw them off of her.

"Get her head locked in place, the restraints are ready for her forelegs!" The groom on her wings snapped out, squeezing down hard against the folded wings.

"I've got them, pass the restraints!" The reply came as she couldn't get her forelegs up and let out a strangled screech of anger.

Mike's body didn't feel right, it was wrong and twisted, not human at all so that she was contorting and writhing to try and fight back. The way she wanted to strike out didn't work properly, she was hitting at nothing, kicking and twisting to one side as her forelegs were latched into thick broad stripes of leather. There was no way for her to break free of them as they pulled tightly and there was the creak of leather. Her wings were forced down to her side by the groom on top of her. The foreign appendages being folded down tightly to her sides before rope was used to secure them against her back.

She had barely slept the night before, her dreams punctuated with memories of her change and the horror of opening her eyes to see the body of a beast. They were spiced with the remembered sight of her brother's arousal, the livid view of the dark red cock emblazoned in her mind thanks to her sharp raptor eyes. Now she was struggling just to get up as they bound her, leaving only her hind legs unchecked before the grooms slipped off and began to hook on bits of chain on metal rings that covered her. She hissed and snarled, swinging her head around angrily, her eyes blazing as they treated her as nothing more than another animal. There was no mercy in them or kindness, when she didn't move they became rough as the door to her cage was swung open to the bright morning sun.

"Come on, you've got.. a debut to make..." One of the grooms said as one of the leads was wrapped around her body, slung behind her hind quarters to press right against her back legs.

She startled and screeched angrily, jumping forward a few inches before she was forced to walk out into the square of the stables. The chain bit behind her legs as the two leads on her leather muzzle kept her awkwardly walking forward. With her forelegs bound she had to do a strange hop step, not at all dignified or promising if she tried to escape. She was unable to really get any speed as she was forced out of the stable and towards the jousting stands. The sound of people making her fold her ear tufts down flat to her head before freezing. The chains pulled hard around her, making sure that she couldn't break free of the hold as she was coaxed down to the stands. She stumbled and fight every step, her breathing started to come faster as she realized that there was more than a small crowd gathered there.

When she jerked backwards, Mike jerked her haunches down in the hopes the chain would slip up above her rump and free her, but she was treated to a sudden shock of cold metal. He pressed right up against the puffy spade of her sex, causing her beak to gape open wide in a shriek before jumping forward. The sensation against the feverish heat of her mound made her stomach clamp down oddly, her breathing coming out faster as she nearly fell over her forelegs. The grooms kept her upright with the chains, but only barely as she walked out into the entrance of the jousting grounds where people had been gathered. The sight of them made her feathers flatten back over her body, her paws tried to dig down against the sandy ground as she was hauled forward, causing her to screech out under her breath.

The chain was used with brutal efficiency to make sure that she couldn't fight her way free, instead she was thrown to one side and the people began to turn to look at her. What she had assumed was a group of hundreds were only a few dozen, a gathering of people with impeccably dressed outfits, their eyes weighing her thoughtfully in such a manner that made her nares flush red. She shook her head roughly, trying to get the muzzle free as step by step she was led to the fence line that normally divided jousting combatants, but now held a series of short thick chains that boded no good for her.

_No, damnit, no! _ She snarled out, her eyes going wild as they hauled her to the post, forcing her to step forward.

"Finally, the guest of honor as appeared!" Ruben's voice called for silence as she stumbled over a few of the chains, dead center of where the people were gathered. Not people, her peers.

She could see second sons and heirs, men that she had ridden with, hunted with, all watching her with somber looking eyes. Mike swallowed a breath while the first heavy chain was hooked onto the leather muzzle, forcing her head down and her legs followed. Her entire forebody dropped before she jerked backwards and threw her weight into her struggle, swinging her head around to glare at the prince who moved along the line of the field. He was watching her with interest, seemingly amused when she tried to launch backwards again. Her wings twitched and jumped as the restraints were hooked onto chains as well, making her remain in place instead of being able to swing to either side.

The sheer thought put into restraining her made the fear lurch into her throat as she considered just what they might be for. Her eyes rolled towards the people gathered in the stands, tasting her own heart beat as one of the grooms forced her hind legs apart. She only had enough time to try and kick out against him before he caught her hind paw and latched a heavy leather cuff around the lower leg. She felt it being buckled into place, pinching firmly against her paw as the rest worked to adjust her forelegs to stretch them out further. She was being put off balance as the cuff shifted along her hind paw. Something was attached to it, something heavy and prodding before a metal rod forced her hind legs open painfully wide so that the other cuff could go around her right hind foot.

It was a metal bar, splaying her open and holding her off balance as she let out a shrill angry noise. The people watching were talking now, again murmuring in soft tones of voice as the locks on her legs kept her deliberately in a helpless position. She couldn't even lay down, she was stretched out into a bowing pose, soon not even given the dignity of the long furred tail as he was grabbed and forced to curl up along her side. The pull and yank made her aware of the fact that her pale pink swollen spade was being made visible to everyone. She was nearly choking on a scream as she felt the rougher tug drawing it in against her bound wings, buckling it into place so that it couldn't drop back down into place. The heat made her dizzy with embarrassment as she heard a few snickers coming from people.

"As you can see, one had to play the part of the hen." Ruben said, his voice lingering on the word hen as if he were enjoying the taste of it in his mouth. "This is the mercy of my father for their sins, they will live and die in these forms, but they will be...useful to us as well. The hen will be bred, and bred again, birthing new mount for our Air Corps."

_No, damnit, I will not! Father will do something to save us! _Mike rolled her eyes towards him as the prince walked along the line.

"It would be easy to bring in one of the drakes from the stable, they would take her without a second thought, but I find it more fitting the twins share in their punishment." Ruben gestured towards a set of guards. "Bring in the brother, it's time they begin their atonement."

Andrew? _ Michael felt faint in relief at that. _Thank god, he won't do anything to me, he won't give into this sick game. And it might just buy us time before Father arrives to save us.

_ _

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"Be aroused, feel lust, you are mad with lust, on fire with it." Ruben's words echoed in Andrew's mind as the drake was led towards the ring, his body trembling in place as he panted out in short shallow bursts.

The night had been long, filled with an arousal that would not leave him as he had licked, rubbed and done everything he could to try and do something about that need. He had stopped caring about the fact that he was shaped like a beast, that didn't matter, what mattered was doing something about the burning fire that was spreading through his belly until he was panting shallowly, shuddering in place. He wanted to cum so badly that he wasn't going to fight the men that had come for him, it was a distraction and that's all that mattered was a distraction. He had never imagined that being aroused could hurt so terrible as it did now, his balls were even sore as he padded out into the ring where his contemporaries were gathered, turning their eyes towards him with mild interest that made him hiss out unhappily towards them.

The black gryphon was only restrained with a heavy leather collar around his neck and a set of leads held by two grooms, but why would they use more? He couldn't fly, he didn't even know how to use his wings, and besides that, his body wasn't even his own. Ruben commanded it through the unseen strands that refused to let him go, making him fold his ears back to his head as he saw the young man padding up the jousting line, the eyes sharp and intelligent as they fixated on the way Ruben was parading, enjoying the spectacle while there was a low screeching call.

Andrew's eyes were drawn unwillingly towards the white form of his twin, seeing the hen stretched out in a position that put her on display for anyone watching. Not that his position was any better, the heavy dark red cock that hung beneath his stomach was easily seen by anyone that even so much as glanced in his direction. It was so swollen feeling that even the faintest brush against his stomach was a torment that made him want to thrust forward wildly, his breathing turning shallow and shaking. He kept his eyes on the hen, trying not to feel a natural surge of lust as he saw the haunches pushed up in the air as if waiting for him. The offering making him growl out from low in his throat before shaking his head violently enough to make the grooms strain to hold onto the leads.

"Ahhh and the other half of the pair." Ruben watched him, ignoring the people sitting in the stands. "You are going to produce a fine clutch for us."

_I will not! _ He was mortified as he gave a hiss when the man approached, the eyes going cold at the rejection.

The idea both horrified and interested him. His body was so aroused that even the thought of jumping on an animal had a mortifying appeal, but his mind knew that it was no animal tied down on the jousting line. It was his twin, not some creature that would have accepted a male on their back without a thought, it was a very male young man in that body. His cock twitched, aching as he saw the white curve of the rump, the soft tail pulled to one tail so that he knew he walked around her he'd see her ripe ready sex. Just that should have been enough to make him gag, but he felt frozen while Ruben approached closer. Mike was staring at him, the eyes wide and scared and angry, intelligent in the way that only a person could be.

"Go to your mate!" The command was sharp, making the bonds tighten around him. "Go and greet her. Or would you have me bring one of the wild drakes to greet her properly for our watching audience?"

The former boy felt his body move, his legs lift as the unseen grip on him caused his body to obey no matter how he struggled to stop it. His breathing came out faster as he took another step forward and the movement shifted him at just the right angle so that his cock was hanging out in view of his sibling. He saw Mike's eyes snapping open wide, the sudden jerk and twist became panicked as he was forced to approach with his arousal in view. He felt his cheeks heating up, trying to disobey as the grip on the leads fell away when he came close enough to just barely taste the edge of hen scent on the air. It made his beak part open and sample lightly before the painful tightness in his belly grew and he let out a guttural call from deep in his throat.

He couldn't stop himself, he felt as if he were trapped behind a wall of magic as he was forced to come to his brother's shoulder. He tried to look down at Mike's eyes, to show that he was helpless as the hen twisted and gave a jolting shudder. He couldn't stop the silent command as he lowered his head and took in a breath, a deliberate brush against the neck feathers to taste the pheromones that filled the air. He was panting out shallowly, sending out a hot wash before he roughly nipped the scruff of her neck with his large beak. He grabbed that loose skin to make her screech out with shock, jumping forward with a rattling of chains. God, just that sound made his cock thicken and push against his stomach, the barbs rousing up along the tip eagerly until a squirt of precum splattered on the ground.

She doesn't know I'm not doing this, not really. _ He thought, seeing the raw betrayal in her eyes. _Oh god, she thinks I really want to do this!

_ _

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Mike's breathing came out shallow, tasting the scent of male musk on the air so that it was distracting her, horrifying her with the way that it invaded her senses and made it impossible to make her mind work properly. Her brother loomed above her like a dark cloud and he didn't even try to hide the fact that his body was flushed with arousal. His cock was jutting out proudly beneath him, pushing up against his stomach with a dribble of precum that was hitting the ground before his beak nipped her scruff again. The grip was sharp and immediate to make her tense up and her eyes squeezed shut, feeling an electric jolt chase down the line of her back from the stimulation. Why was he even touching her?! The leads were dropped and he was still near her with his head swaying back and forth, tongue darting out as if he were licking the scent of her off of the air.

"It is so easy to watch a family's bond break apart under lust, but their family was weak. This punishment is fitting." Ruben said, his voice thick with satisfaction. "It is a mercy that they are allowed to live to repay their debts. Ready your hen, drake!"

The last was barked off to Andrew, making Mike tense as there was a slight jolt that ran through the dark form. He was larger than she was, his body heavier with a deep chest and powerful muscular legs, but her true fear came as she looked beneath the belly and the weight of the cock that bounced there up and down. It was inhuman and frightening looking as there was a clear line of barbs that decorated the tip and stood up. He wasn't even trying to hide his arousal, which was entirely unlike him. He should have been ashamed, but she was staring at him as he moved along her side, his head low and a bit of the messy precum spilling out to hit right against her haunch. It caused her to jump, leaping forward before his beak rubbed along her haunch.

"Did you think your twin would not leap at the chance for you?" Ruben asked, moving from the crowd to come closer to the action. "Don't block the show, Andrew."

Andrew actually obeyed him! It wasn't stilted or a struggle, the black drake moved to the other side as the beak rubbed down the line of her ass. The little nips and snaps caused her to jump and let out a breath. Her eyes went wild, trying to beg him with her gaze as the beak ran it's way down. It was working inwards, the gentle presses starting to slide right against her inner thigh. The fur parted around it as the sharper nips caused her to jump, hissing out angrily and straining to get her ass out of position for him. He followed her, panting a little as he moved one of his forepaws up and rested it right along her haunch before nosing the hard beak right against the edge of her swollen mound.

Mike cried out, a screeching sound of shock as she felt it rubbing against the outer edge and then the dart of a tongue. The stroke sent a wave of shock through her, making her gulp down a breath and hiss it out again., but her brother growled a low pleased sound The burst of sound caused her to seize up slightly as the tongue pushed out again and the claws scraped against her haunches. They were rough, dragging through her fur, parting it open wide with a shove that pushed her hips higher in the air. She tried to push back down again, but the way the bar was set between her legs made it awkward, she couldn't quite get the balance she needed to break free.

The beak pushed beneath her tail as her brother's tongue began to drive forward with a powerful drive that stretched the inner walls wide. It was a darting touch, making her walls instantly close down with a powerful squeeze that made her jump in place. The former boy couldn't get away from the sensation of her own twin using his tongue and pushing hard against him. The tongue pushed out again, glutting her and pushing against the edge of her clit, making her jump and then screech out in shock as it rubbed through her tender passage and then drew backwards again with a wet sensation. The wetness was her own, gathering along the tongue as her brother's beak rubbed her.

"Stretch her, you don't want you to break her when you breed her." Ruben commented with a husky tone of voice, something that made her skin crawl. "She is your hen, after all."

_Stop it! Andrew, god.. stop it! _ She was breathing faster as the tongue pushed out and then the entire beak began to shove forward over her puffy folds, prying them open so that her body was trying to clamp down tightly around the length.

She couldn't stop her own body from reacting, a betrayal of everything she had thought she had with her twin as his low throated groan came before the rounded curve of the beak began to stuff itself home. The walls stretching open to gape and work wider, straining as her inner walls began to flex and tighten in an attempt to squeeze it back out again. She was trapped, her hind legs shaking slightly before he pushed forward harder and her pink lips were pried wider to the sound of the crowd murmuring. She caught only snippets, disgust that her own brother would behave this way, that she should have been able to break free of the chains to fight back. It made it sound as if she were accepting this or wanted it, but the truth was so very different.

She was struggling past the sensation of her body being stretched, the beak starting to glut her body as there were forceful sparks of pleasure. She couldn't ignore those sensations, they were too sharp and immediate, painful in many ways as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her twin's paw gripped her haunches roughly before he began to feed his beak in deeper, his tongue escaping to lick her, rubbing spots that made her body react despite the fact she wanted to stop it. It was making her see stars, her breathing changing to something harsh and heavy. Her claws dug down hard against the ground, squeezing into fists while she fought the sensations of forced pleasure.

Why was he doing this to her?! Andrew should have been fighting the prince, but he was obedient, not even hesitating to use her while the beak gave a sudden drive forward. There was a wet noise, a squelching sound as her wetness began to push out around his beak, marking him with arousal that she couldn't hide. Her skin flushed a deep red, horrified and humiliated as her own body reacted to him, parts of her tightening and squeezing down around nothing so she was having problems making her mind work clearly. The sharp pressure built as the beak shoved its way home with a forceful dig that made her jump in place before shrieking out when he tried to part his jaws open inside of her.

The wedge was making her gape wider, the feel of it making her toes splay open as she squirmed her hips, but not in pain. The sensations made her stomach clamp down oddly, flexing with contractions that began to pull around the drake's beak. She could taste the scent of him on the air, an arousing scent, no matter how hard she tried to push it away. She couldn't struggle against it, she was lost the feeling of need that was flooding her. Her own brother licked inside of her, twisting his beak so that strands of her slimy need coated over his heavy beak. Her own scents flavored the air and were starting to grow sharper as she humped backwards, the little movement seen as Ruben reached out to rub her muzzled beak.

"Such brotherly love..." He murmured, and there was no denying that lustful tone, he was enjoying this, he wanted them to mate.

Everything that Mike had heard about the prince was rolling through her thoughts, the tales of extremes when it came to slaking his pleasure. The shows that he had supposedly put on for his men. They were all echoing in her mind as she let out a shaking little whine under her breath and tucked her head down close to her paws to try and get away. Except, there was no away, there was only here. Bound and trapped as her brother's beak drove home and stretched her newly made cunny wide.

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_I don't want to do this! Stop it! STOP IT! _ Mike was screaming through his mind as he drove his beak in deeper, watching his twin's reddening folds thinned down as far as they could go.

There was no room in the spell to give him the freedom to escape, instead he was forced to explore with his beak and probe back and forth. The messy noises, the wetness came out around the edges, coating the underside of his beak. The scent of it was filling his lungs with each breath and he didn't care about anything but seeking out more. He groaned and arched his back again, the little movements were shortening a bit and then pulling backwards so that the dribbles of arousal ran along the underside of his beak. He let out a low growling noise from deep in his throat as suddenly the walls clamped down and his tongue pushed out again, but not because he was pushing it.

Ruben controlled everything on him, every movement, every shift of his head, every wedge forward were made to exploit his twin. He could hear her crying out and feel her walls tightening again, making him want to break out in a sob. She had looked so betrayed when he'd walked down her, made sure that she could see how aroused he was. There was been no attempt to hide himself from her, the creature wanted to make sure that he was well and truly exploring his own sibling. The taste filled his tongue, salty and sweet, thick with pheromones that were making it hard for him to keep his thoughts in place.

To make it worse, his cock was flexing under him, so hard that he was nearly wanting to keen in frustration and desire. He didn't give a damn that people were watching, he would have been happy if he had at least been able to pull his head free in some way, but there was no way to do so. He was struggling to pull backwards again when the tighten on the command made him stuff forward. He drove himself home as the thickest portion of his beak began to stretch the walls open to the widest possible point. He watched those fat lips thinning down and heard Mike crying out, the pale white form was shuddering in place as the gryphon threw her head back against the restraints. Her walls tightened again, that flexing squeeze that was trying to draw him in deeper into the depths.

"Pull your beak back, I think she's had enough of that, haven't you?" Ruben crooned down towards the bound hen. "We will not waste those fertile walls on your beak."

Don't make me do this. Andrew thought fiercely, lifting his head from the loins, his beak sliding free with strands of messy arousal clinging over his beak, leaving her reddened mound splayed open and exposed. Please don't make me do this!

_ _

"You followed your father's orders, now you will follow mine." Ruben said and stood up, turning his head to look down her body. "This is a lesson, if you follow orders blindly, follow them for those you have pledged your loyalty too or your choices will be taken from you."

Mike was shaking, her haunches exposed as the pale pink pucker was even visible, the drake panting with a little wheezing noise as he lifted his head higher. He felt the bonds tightening around him, refusing to let him even try to wipe his beak clean as the wetness coated all the way up to his flushed nares. He moved forward and rubbed his paw right up her back and it wasn't like it was his paw. He was stroking her at the command from his master, the magic bubbling up from the surface and spreading over the edges as his claws spread out and extended to rake lightly through him. The touches growing more animated before he pushed his beak forward with a little nip to the base of the tail.

Was this what Ruben wanted to do? He shuddered as he tried to throw off the compulsions again that had him moving forward. Mike was twisting and letting out noises, her head turned back towards him with eyes bulging in fear, begging silently for him to stop. He tried to show with his eyes that he was given no choice, but his body gave those words a lie. He pushed himself upwards and pushed his head right along the line of the spine, starting to slip higher up towards the spread of the wings. The hot panting breath was coming out rapidly and running against her wings before he moved his other foreleg up to curl along the hips and beneath them, hauling backwards with a powerful tug and pull that made her jump and thrash about beneath him.

He wrapped his forepaws around her tightly, curling his hold up tightly right beneath the stomach and dug his toes down hard, stretching his head out to grab the nape of the neck. His beak caught her roughly, he didn't mean to do that, he didn't mean to twist the tender skin as his cock twitched up and sprayed a spill of precum against her. The throbbing fire and need that ran through the pit of his stomach refused to let him simply be disgusted with his act, but his movements showed eagerness and a feral desire, not any sort of regret. He squeezed his eyes shut as his paws locked around her stomach and he felt her wings flexing as she shook her head rapidly back and forth in denial.

_I'd stop if I could. _ He tried to scream those words at her, but they didn't come out, he only let out a ragged snarl as his cock flexed upwards and kissed the hot gaping lips of her mound.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Mike shuddered as the weight of the drake pinned her down in place, refusing to let her go, she couldn't do more than twist or strain herself around. Her attempts to break free were useless as she felt the heat running down her belly, nearly burning her with the intensity that assaulted her. Her own brother clutched at her, his claws raked her stomach as his beak snapped down on her scruff, the roughness like an animal more than a beast. She would have sworn that Ruben had brought out a dumb beast if it hadn't been for the way that Andrew looked at her. The mixture of guilt and need in his eyes showed that it was him, but that made it worse as he gripped her neck so hard that she felt a spike of pain through her while he pushed his hips in closer towards him. The cock tip swung upwards, bobbing up to hit beneath her tail before she jumped, straining forward as her eyes squeezed tightly shut in pain.

The cock tip was hard, pushing against her puffy mound and scraping back and forth with a messy splatter of precum that coated out against the inside of her thighs and ran downwards. It was smearing as it went, running between her fattened lips and making sure that it was grazing against her clit. The barbs roused upwards, scraping with enough force that she shrieked out angrily when they caught against the swollen bud. It was an eruption of sensations, nerves were raw feeling as her toes spread open wide and she panted out in short bursts before Ruben ran his fingers down along the line of the nape of the neck.

"Take her, fill her with eggs, your punishment." Ruben commanded, the edge of delight in his voice filling her ears as the drake mouthed her nape again roughly.

The glans drove up roughly right against her puffy cunny before suddenly driving forward as the muscular hips snapped forward. Her entire world narrowed down to the eruption of pain that tore through her lower belly, mingling with pleasure as the cock drove itself into her narrow passage. Her walls were glutted open, stretching and straining wider and wider, forcing her down further on the cock that was working inside of her. The small twitches and twinges were sending out a stream of precum as she felt the rake of barbs just barely touching her as her brother seated himself deeper inside of her. Mike's muffled screech bursting out as his hips hunched upwards before giving a violent lunge forward. The tight ring of her sex swallowed down his length as well over half was driven in with the first thrust, making her shudder as her tender body clamped down around him.

She felt the barbs digging in a moment before the cock drew backwards, ripping from her with a powerful movement that ran the sharp points all the way through her swollen body. She clamped down naturally, the muscles contracting painfully tight so that the barbs were scraping and leaving welts inside of her as she was forced to feel the way her body reacted to her own twin. The small spasms trickled down her lower belly, her paws spread open wide, raking down hard before Andrew gave another thrust forward and burrowed himself inwards, glutting her body with his own. His hot breath hit the nape of her neck, wild and shallow as he explored her with the sharply tapered tip and stuffed himself home until his knot pushed forward.

One of his hind legs lifted up suddenly to a scattering of applause in the stands, belatedly, she realized that he was keeping their joined bodies in view of those watching. The tip was digging in deep inside of her, spurting out a fiery eruption of precum that flushed into her open womb to make her let out a ragged scream of shock. It felt hot, too hot, spreading over the edges and the tendrils opened up wider to sink into her belly. Her entire body was locked in place, unable to move before he dragged backwards again and she was treated to just how sharp those barbs were. Her body was made for this, there was no denying the way that it reacted with small spasms and contractions running down the line of her back.

She locked her legs in place, her muscles quivering as the stimulating of the barbs made something deep inside of her contract. It was a sharp twinge that made her gulp down a breath and then cry it out as Andrew drove back home again, crushing the thickest portion of his base right up against her outer lips and started to spread them open with the force. It made her jump in place, trying to squirm away in the grip that kept her pinned flat to the ground, this weight nearly crushing her. She could barely draw in a breath as he began to violently drive his hips against her, as mindless as an animal as the cock churned and shifted inside of her.

Mike felt the wetness squelching out around him as the base crashed up against her at the apex of each thrust. The barbs were a torment and pleasure, both of them rolling into one as she turned her head about, wheezing out a ragged breath and then jumping when the draw backwards nearly pulled the cock all the way free. The drag made her walls contract down tightly, squeezing so hard that it made them dig in, churning together with a squirt of hot slimy precum. It was pushing deeper, shoving inwards towards the back of her walls as they suckled and pulled. Her body wasn't in control of itself, there was nothing she could do about that. Her body wanted more and that's what it did, it tried to clutch and pull more into her walls.

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Andrew didn't think about anything except obeying what his body was doing. He wasn't in control of it as he sank his achingly hot tip right into her body, he only felt the way that she was wrapping around him tightly and squeezing. She was so incredibly tight he nearly came, but he couldn't, not with the way the magic was holding him in place. He was wheezing out short heavy breasts, his beak filled with feathers and skin both as he snarled out and began to hammer his hips in a blur of speed. His balls felt so heavy as they slapped against her, moving back and forth while Ruben forced him to fuck his own twin in the most intimate way possible.

If it had been him alone, he would have at least tried to be gentle, ease her into it, but Ruben wasn't allowing him that kindness. He was rough and feral, the only thing that kept him from being harsher with her was the fact that his stance was strange. He moved one hind paw up to brace against her haunches, claws digging into her so that he made sure everyone could see what was happening. His dark red length flashed in and out as he felt the small spurts of precum escaping him, sliding into her vulnerable body. He couldn't stop himself, he sounded eager as he grunted and let out pleased noises that he wasn't trying to make. He wasn't going to be allowed any dignity by the man controlling him, ensuring that Mike would think the worst of him.

God, what did Mike think? He hunched forward and flexed his paws as he began to shorten his thrusts, working his barbs over and over again. The slurping wetness grew as the walls tightened down and caused him to shudder in a wave of pleasure. He didn't want to feel pleasure, this was Mike, his twin, they had been raised hand in hand, they had done everything together and now he was balls deep into that writhing body. It was so slick and hot, growing wetter by the moment, pushing up towards the very base of his cock that twitched and sent out another rush of precum, trickling down along the base of his shaft as it was pushed out.

"Do not be so gentle, she is a hen, you're a drake, you are designed to bring her to heel." Ruben said and tilted his head a little bit.

That was all it took to snap the bonds tighter and he began a flurry of movements, they were all growing wilder, the need building to rise in his throat, nearly choking him. He knew exactly who it was beneath him, he was screaming to himself to try and stop the wild movements, but nothing worked. Nothing stopped him. It was all churning together in the pit of his stomach, bursting through him with high pitched screeches and snarls. The sounds of his twin echoed in his ears, pleading and pained, and that didn't matter as long as the spell made him obey. Nothing mattered but how tight she was, how she suckled and worked along his barbs. How her body was begging him for more.

"Show her the crowd." The voice commanded and Andrew jerked at the scruff, forcing the hen to look up around her.

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Mike ground her beak, contorting herself as the rough grip on her scruff forced her head up to see people watching her. Some were looking away, embarrassed or disgusted, but many were watching with interest. Ruben was the only one that showed lust in his eyes, enjoyment, something that she intimate was aware of as his pants were drawn tight along his loins. The hot juices churned together, mixing with the precum to help it ease inwards as the base began to hammer harder, pinning the walls and pushing them in on themselves. They steadily began to stretch her, making her stomach spasm with a jolt of pain that had her seeing stars again. Her wheezing cries growing higher pitches as he sped up and bore down against her.

His claws bit into her stomach as Andrea snarled out and shoved harder, not just trying to stimulate himself, but struggling to stretch open her aching outer lips around the base. He was too thick, too wide to slip inwards, he had to work for it and constantly built himself up so that it was slipping wider at the apex. The barbs were now raised up, making sure that any time that he was moving they were working through her. She was choking out ragged noises, her throat going raw as Andrew opened his beak wide and then dug down roughly to squeeze. It wasn't just the loose skin her nape, it was a sharp and powerful hold that shoved her head roughly against her forepaws.

It was a humiliation position, like a bitch being put on display for breeding, the rolling muscles and tensing of the hips pulled the cock backwards with a slurping noise. She let out a ragged whimper, her beak opening as a hand moved to touch her head, making her eyes snap wide. Ruben was close, too close, making himself a part of her humiliation as he studied what was happening while her aching swollen cunny was split wider and stretching. She felt it forcing its way inwards, splaying her tender inner walls to the point that she could feel it nudging right into her narrow passage. The sudden twinge causing her to jump in place as the tip nearly brushed her cervix.

The base was prying her wider, the sudden pain bursting over her with pleasure as her lips swallowed down over the thick heavy ridge. The tip bottomed out against her, roughly prodding as she was shoved forward again, the rock making her splay her legs open wider, locking them in place. Her stomach twisted strangely before she closed down again, molding around his cock as she felt her stomach beginning to tense up strangely. She couldn't stop it, every part of her felt swollen with need that was growing rapidly while the base shoved itself home with a loud popping sound. Her ragged screech didn't drown out a few noises from those watching, some enjoying it as her mound bulged around the knotted base before it yanked free again.

The barbs dragging through her made her jump and shudder, her beak tried to open up around the muzzle as he yanked nearly all the way out, those barbs working through her. They were doing what they were meant to do, stimulating her, making her body react to the sensation of them teasing backwards before she felt the next plunge forward. The base began to drive itself back into her passage again, stretching her walls wide open once more so that she was forced to feel the way he filled her. The tip crammed up against her cervix, trying to pry her open as the heat was burning deeper inside of her, making it harder to think past the surge of pressure building through her.

"That's right, give her what she needs." Ruben murmured, his lips parted slightly with each breath.

Andrew growled out a response and the hips began those wild powerful movements, pounding in against her so hard that she lost track of everything except the pain and pleasure. They were twisting together, making it impossible for her to think as the knot sank in and yanked out again, the loud noises ringing in her ears as the apex of each thrust spread her open just that much more. The heavy strain sank forward to open her wide, bloating her passage with the too large shaft before the yank backwards, trying to rip free, but it was too large. It was too big, she couldn't get out from under him, she couldn't fight as his dark orbs slapped up between her hind legs.

There were barbs along the knot, they hooked into her tender swollen passage to make sure that there was no getting free as it strained open wide. The little quivers that moved upwards worked against her as she wheezed out a ragged sound. She tried to push it free, but her walls only began to push and suckle, caressing him as her own estrus laden body assaulted her. There was no breaking free of it, the instinctual movements worked against her as she let out a ragged call, a sound that broke from her lips and then shuddered free again while the beak twisted harder against her. It bruised her, the pain sharp and immediate, making it worse.

They were tightening, pulling upwards with a powerful ripple as the gryphon released her neck and Andrew screeched out loudly. His cry ragged, almost pained as he jerked back again before sinking forward, holding himself in place so that his cock began to quiver and jerk inside of her. She intimately felt the way his balls were churning and working, pushing up the first hot stream of seed through him. He was driven right against her dilated cervix so that the first sperm rich wave hit her hard, spraying directly into her belly and flushing outwards, running over the edges and coating the inner sanctum with a flush of weighty seed that poured itself ever deeper. Every rope of it coating her in a way that made her jerk, wheezing out a ragged call as the hot seed flushed ever deeper inside of her.

The swollen knot twitched just before each eruption, she felt the pressured stream hitting hard against the back of her overfilled womb, her twin shaking above her as he let out a rough noise in his throat. He tried to jerk back and that only made her ass yank up in the air with him before she screeched out in pain. The barbs hooked in deeper as a hot gush of precum flushed outwards and then puddled low in her belly. The warmth of it spreading outwards as it rushed to overwhelm her ripe ready ovum. She couldn't stop it, her brother was pumping into her while the crowd watched and she felt the fingers of the prince running against her head feathers.

"We are going to have fun you and I. Oh so very much fun." He said softly, too softly for them to hear.

Andrew stood above his brother and shuddered, his cock twitching heavily in place, sides rising and falling rapidly while he felt the way that his twin worked around his cock. The shame crashed around him, swallowing him under a tide of guilt that he couldn't escape from, just as he couldn't pull his still twitching cock free of the former boy beneath him. He squeezed his eyes shut and choked back a noise as he felt a surge of relief when the next gush flushed through the passage, spreading outwards, tendrils extending further through the narrow body and glutting the fertile womb.

It hadn't been Ruben's command at the end of things, he had never been told to cum, never ordered. Instead, the man had released the spell that held him, the bonds falling away so that he was in control of his own body and it had gone on without him. The wild lust that had claimed him refused to let him go as he had continued on until his knot was locked inside of her. He, and no one else, had begun to pierce his cock tip right into her womb to send out a hot fertile eruption of his seed into her belly. He was still trapped, waffling between pleasure and humiliation, his head tipped down.

_I did this, I bred her, oh god, I could have pulled out. I could have stopped myself. _ The guilt was crushing him as he pinned his feathers down tight to his body. Mike let out a ragged noise and shuddered as they both remained trapped before the watching eyes.

They were the prince's toys, no one there was going to save him, they never interfered in his little shows. They were just one more addition to it. All he could do was pray her body didn't swell with his egg, a prayer that was frighteningly far away when the sperm rich seed erupted out again, spreading ever deeper to its goal.