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The clinic was situated in a non-descript part of town and, for those who weren’t familiar with what went on inside the building, it would have attracted very little attention indeed. The walls were dirty white, and the small door around the side near the little carpark had a small open sign hanging from the doorknob. It was so mediocre, no one even stopped to look at the gryphon standing in front of it, staring down at the small brochure clasped in one hand.

Frysco had been hoping for this for years now, but now it was finally here, now he had saved up enough money, he wasn’t sure he really wanted to do it. The treatment wasn’t meant to be high risk, and the rewards would be magnificent, but still it scared the gryphon. This was his body after all. Was he right to go and change it?

He had been one of those unfortunate gryphons who were a little more avian than some of their brethren. While for the most part, Frysco didn’t mind this, there was one area in particular that was a constant source of shame for him. The skin beneath his facial feathers prickled at even the thought of it, and that itchy sensation was all he needed to harden his resolve and step forward towards the clinic door.

The solid wood door creaked a little as the gryphon pushed it open, unleashing a small blast of crisp, cold air into the warm sunlight outside. Inside was a small reception and waiting area. A few soft couches ran along the walls either side of the door, beneath a couple of cork boards. Several community notices and advertisements for the clinic’s services were pinned to the boards. A pile of magazines and brochures were stacked up on a table in the middle of the room.

To Frysco’s surprise, there was quite a few people present in the little waiting room. He had expected the place to be empty, given the exotic nature of the procedure’s that took place. A husky was sat on one of the couches, idly flicking through one of the magazines. A noticeable bulge at his crotch wiggled and squirmed around, and the canine placed a hand down on it to settle the constant movements. Frysco was sure he could hear a muffled voice coming from within. He blinked and turned away, realising he was staring.

A pair of lionesses were sat on the other side of the room, one resting her head on the other’s shoulder. Near them was a small rat, whose eyes kept flicking nervously towards the reception counter. Both the rat and one of the lionesses wore a strange smooth collar.

The receptionist was talking to a bull client as Frysco stepped up to the desk. The sheep flashed a quick smile to the gryphon to let him know she had seen him, before finishing the conversation with the bull. They were finalising the details of their procedure, which Frysco was able to phase out as he glanced up at the little television in the corner of the room. One of the local sports teams was playing, and the gryphon could just about pick up the tinny sounds of the commentary through the struggling speakers.

“How can I help you today?”

Frysco’s attention was dragged back from the television by the receptionist’s voice. Judging from the name-badge pinned to her shirt, her name was Fran. “Oh, sorry,” Frysco muttered. He scratched behind his neck, suddenly nervous about things again. Now he was inside, seeing all the posters, everything was becoming very real. “I have the, uh... three-thirty appointment?”

“Three-thirty,” Fran said beneath her breath, glancing down at the computer screen behind her desk. She looked back up at the gryphon. “Your name?”

“Oh, Frysco. My name is Francisco Azinsan.”

Fran glanced down again, clicked a few times, then smiled up at the gryphon. “Perfect, Mr Azinsan. We have you in for the cloaca reassignment procedure. If you could just fill these in and take a seat, that would be fantastic. We’re running a smidge behind schedule today, so you’ll probably be called by about three-fifty.”

Frysco barely listened. He felt like his feathers were prickling as he glanced around the room, checking to see if anyone had heard what he was here for. If anyone had been listening in, no one appeared to be showing any signs of it. The gryphon had always done his best to avoid people knowing that he didn’t possess a cock, that he had been stuck with just a frustrating cloaca. He grabbed the paperwork and clipboard, muttered a quiet thanks to Fran, then retreated to one of the couches, as far from everyone else as he could.

His face still burning beneath his bright plumage, Frysco tried to focus on the paperwork. It was mostly all stuff he had filled in before: personal details and medical information, but there were a few things relevant to the procedure too. Namely, what sort of cock he wished to have. There were little checkboxes and custom fields to fill in on type, length, girth, and all sorts of other dimensions and features. He could even go for multiple, should he wish it. Though he was tempted to get something fairly exotic or extreme, he settled with modest six inch cock, supplemented by two average balls. No fancy bells and whistles. Once he got used to have a cock, he could always come back and enhance it after all.

Taking about fifteen minutes to fill everything in, Frysco took the paperwork back to the receptionist before returning to his seat. He had been so early to the appointment, he still had nearly twenty minutes before he was due to be called through. He picked up one of the magazines as the lioness pair were called by a gecko in a long lab coat.

As they got up to leave, Frysco heard some shouting coming from outside. It attracted the attention of the receptionist too, who looked up from her desk for a moment, before she shrugged her shoulders and returned to filing Frysco’s paperwork. Soon the shouting stopped, and the gryphon returned to flicking idly through the magazine he’d picked up. He didn’t even know what the magazine was about. Something about cars, he assumed from the articles he didn’t bother to read.

The door opened once more, and another gryphon burst in. Frysco only caught him out of the corner of his eye at first, before noticing the brightly coloured plumage. The newcomer was startlingly similar to Frysco, though his feathers were all out of place, showing little care towards grooming that was so typical of most gryphons. He couldn’t help but listen in on the conversation the flustered gryphon had with the receptionist as he confirmed for his three-fifteen appointment.

The newcomer must have already lodged all his details, as he was instructed to take a seat immediately, without any need to fill in any paperwork. The gryphon turned and tapped his foot on the floor, before making his way over to the couches, annoyingly close to Frysco. In fact, the newcomer sat within an arm’s reach of Frysco, despite all the space recently vacated by the lioness pair.

Mercifully, they sat in silence for a few minutes. Frysco occasionally flicked through the magazine without reading it. The other gryphon merely leaned back and closed his eyes, his feathers bristling as he twitched fitfully. Frysco noticed the gryphon wore another of the odd collars around his neck. It was a smooth black band, looking almost like rubber. There didn’t appear to be any clasp or way to remove it.

“So what are you here for?” the gryphon asked.

It took Frysco a couple of seconds to realise he was being spoken to. He blinked and shook his head to clear it of any errant thoughts, once again realising he had been staring again. “Oh, um...” he hesitated and clacked his beak slightly, not sure if he should tell the stranger. He then realised how silly that was, given where they were. For all he knew, the other gryphon was here for the same thing. “Getting a cock. Never had one, always just a cloaca. You?”

“Something like that, I guess,” the other gryphon replied, tugging at his collar a little. “My name is Kier, by the way.”

Frysco introduced himself to the other gryphon, but Kier didn’t seem to have anything else to add, as the two fell into an awkward silence. Frysco didn’t want to keep reading the magazine. He’d already grown bored of pretending to be interested in it, and he just tossed it back onto the table.

“Well not quite like it, I suppose,” Kier said after a short period of silence. In that time, the rat and bull had gone through with the same gecko as before, leaving just the canine left with them in the waiting area. Even the receptionist had gone, though Frysco hadn’t seen where she had gone.

“What do you mean?” Frysco asked, filling the new silence that had fallen.

“Oh. Um, well snakecock. That’s what I’m here for.” Kier looked away, not meeting Frysco’s eyes.

“Snakecock? What’s that?” Frysco asked with a frown. He couldn’t recall seeing anything like that amongst the clinic’s available procedures.

Kier tilted his head to the side. “Well, uh... your cock... a snake. Like, a sentient one as well. Usually, at least. There’s a few different things you can have for one.”

Frysco blinked a few times and frowned. “Huh, that sounds pretty neat. Almost wish I knew about that before... though I suppose a normal cock wouldn’t be so bad to start with at least.”

“That’s... something you’d be interested in?” Kier asked. The gryphon tilted his head to one side. His eyes were wide, and he didn’t look at any one thing for more than a second as his focus darted all around the room.

Frysco shrugged his shoulders. “Well, yeah. I guess it sounds pretty cool. Very exotic.”

“Oh, well...” Kier fell into silence again. The other gryphon leaned forward and put his head in his hands. His eyes were closed. Frysco shrugged his shoulders and turned away, confused by Kier’s curious behaviour. He took it to be just nerves before undertaking the procedure. After all, he was still feeling pretty nervous about it all as well.

Once more they fell into silence as they waited, Frysco assuming the conversation was over. Indeed, not a single word was shared between them even as the gecko came out from the backrooms and summoned the canine with the oddly squirming bulge at his crotch. The two gryphons shared an awkward glance, before Frysco looked away again.

“Did you want to take my place?” Kier asked. His question felt like it echoed around the room as Frysco slowly turned his attention back to the other gryphon.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You know, take my place. Do the snakecock thing instead of me. I can... get something else, I suppose.” Kier stumbled over his words, struggling to get them out properly. His hand drummed at the couch, so hard that his talons punctured the upholstery. “We look similar enough, they won’t notice. All you need is this.” His hand wandered up to brush over the collar.

“Will they let us do that?” Frysco asked with a frown. Something didn’t sound right about that, but Kier waved away his protests, though the gryphon still didn’t look at Frysco at all.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine. Trust me, no problems at all. Do you want to?” Kier said. He grinned weakly, hands gripping around the collar. “I mean, I don’t mind at all. And it will be more... what did you call it? Exotic...”

“I dunno. It wasn’t really what I was planning on. Just want to get to the basic thing first, I guess,” Frysco replied. There was something about Kier that made the feathers on the back of his neck prickle up, but he wasn’t sure just what was bringing that reaction.

“Oh go on, you might as well. I think it’s only a limited time they’re running the snakecocks, so you might not get another chance,” Kier said, urging Frysco on, almost desperately.

Frysco looked away, staring down at the pile of magazines. His leg nervously bounced up and down as he struggled to make a decision. The offer was certainly tempting, and if it was only a limited time only... But did he really want his first cock to be so strange? He just wanted a shaft to stroke and pleasure, not necessarily something that had a mind of its own. He tensed as Kier placed a hand on his thigh.

“I think it will look good on you.” Kier glanced down at Frysco with a nervous look on his face, head-feathers twitching. “Come on, why not? All you need is to take this collar and you’ll be able to enjoy it all to yourself.”

“So I just, what? Take it off you? There doesn’t seem to be a latch,” Frysco said uncertainly, though he was starting to get intrigued by the idea. It would be incredibly hot, at least. He squirmed slightly at just the thought of it, reaching down and squeezing around the neck of a snake attached to his crotch. His beak clicked.

Kier shook his head. “Nah, there’s no latch. It’s, uh... what they use here to identify the more... unusual procedures, I guess. But you just need to take hold of the collar like this,” the gryphon said, taking hold of Frysco’s hand and pulling it to rest over the smooth collar. “And then say, ‘I understand the terms and willingly accept’, and after that it should lock to your neck.”

“It’s really that simple?” Frysco asked. He scratched the back of his neck with one hand, the other starting to reach up towards Kier’s neck. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. He had to reconsider, to think about it some more. It was madness, and he knew it. But before he could stop himself, his hand was touching the smooth collar and he was repeating Kier’s words.

Heat flared around Frysco’s hand and neck. A burst of blinding light forced the two gryphons to recoil away from each other. When his vision cleared, Frysco squinted up at Kier, immediately noticing the collar was no longer around the other gryphon’s neck. His hand jerked up to his throat, feeling the smooth collar looping around his neck. Though they explored the full circle, his fingers found no sign of any seam or join.

Mirroring Frysco’s movements, Kier felt around his now bare neck, beak hanging open slightly. “You... actually did it? I can’t believe it.” The gryphon’s voice trembled with emotion, and he looked close to tears.

Frysco’s hands felt a little numb. His arms trembled as they dropped down to his sides. “Yeah, I guess I did.” He could barely believe it either, stunned that he had committed to such a thing. Normally he hadn’t really considered himself so adventurous, yet here he was, accepting a snakecock treatment from a stranger he had only just met. It was all pretty absurd.

“If you’ll, uh... just excuse me a moment. I need to take a quick leak. Bathrooms are around the back,” Kier mumbled to himself, shuffling towards the front door.

Distracted by the feeling of the collar tight around his throat, Frysco didn’t even offer up any kind of response. He never even noticed the other gryphon leave, darting outside and letting the door swing closed.

Frysco didn’t even look up until he heard another door open. It was one of the interior ones just behind the reception, as Fran returned behind her desk. The sheep quickly glanced around the room. “Oh, did the other one leave?” she asked.

Frysco shook his head. “Bathroom,” he replied with a vague gesture towards the front door. “Is everything almost ready for me.”

“As it so happens, yes it is. Come on through,” the sheep said, gesturing for Frysco to head towards one of the doors out through the back corridor. Nervously clutching onto the collar at his throat, Frysco stumbled forward towards the indicated door and placed his hand on the knob. He stayed there for a few seconds, before at Fran’s encouragement, he pushed open the door to see the gecko from earlier, standing in the middle of the clinic room next to a small bed. Around the walls of the windowless room were a number of cabinets and cupboards, as well as a small desk cooped up in one corner.

“Hello my dear,” the gecko said with a wide smile. He held his hand out to Frysco, who took it nervously. The gecko’s other hand lightly brushed over Frysco’s head feathers, making the gryphon recoil slightly. “I love what you’ve done with your feathers. They look absolutely superb.”

“Oh, uh... thank you,” Frysco replied. He tried to break the grip of the gecko’s hand, but the little lizard was surprisingly strong. He led the gryphon towards one of the cupboards and opened it.

“If you could just strip down and place all your clothes in here, then we should be ready to begin,” the gecko said, finally releasing Frysco’s hand.

The gryphon blushed deeply beneath his feathers, though he had been bracing himself for getting naked in front of someone. He was hardly going to avoid it, given what he had been coming in for. Even so, he trembled as he slowly took off his clothes, folding them all up and placing them on a shelf in the cupboard. He frowned as he patted his trousers, finding the usual bulge of his wallet was missing.

“I, uh... think I dropped my wallet out in the reception,” the gryphon muttered, half-turning to head towards the door.

The gecko waved him away. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll let Fran know and she can grab it for you. If you can just finish getting ready and lie down here on this table, and we can get going.”

Frysco nodded mutely, hooking his hands into his trousers and underwear to strip completely naked. Without parting his feathers, the gryphon’s crotch looked almost feminine. He certainly had no bulge or cock to show off his masculinity, instead stuck with a simple avian cloaca. He clacked his beak and tried to avoid the gaze of the gecko as he made his way to the bed.

Lying on his back, the gryphon looked up at the blank white ceiling, shielding his eyes from the bright lights that shone down on him. He could hear the gecko approaching from one side. “I’m going to be placing you under sedation in a moment. It will be just a little jab in your shoulder, and when you wake up you’ll be enjoying your new body,” the gecko warned.

Frysco tensed as he felt the lizard’s scaled fingers on his shoulder. He took a few deep breaths and nodded. “I’m ready.”

A small prick made Frysco hiss in surprise, despite knowing it was coming. Almost immediately he felt woozy, struggling to keep his eyes open. The doctor’s voice followed him down to unconsciousness. “Don’t worry, you’ll be with Alyr soon.”

The gryphon didn’t even have time to question who the gecko was talking about before everything went black.

***

It took Frysco about thirteen seconds to realise that something had gone wrong. His mind was foggy, thoughts slow as he struggled to shake off the sedatives that had been used on him. He could hear muffled voices around him. At least two, possibly three, though he couldn’t work out what they were saying.

His limbs were completely numb, and he struggled to move at all. His vision was completely obscured, but it felt like his eyes were open. In fact, he found himself unable to blink. Some kind of fabric was pressed down on him, rubbing over his back, which felt strangely sensitive. He shivered and tried to call out, but just a quiet hiss escaped from his lips. The voices around him changed in tone slightly.

“He’s awake.”

“Well come on Alyr, don’t be rude. Bring Kier out.”

Kier? Thoughts started to bubble up to the surface of Frysco’s mind as he tried to piece together what was going on. Lightly slowly started to beam down onto him, but he wasn’t able to squint or blink to shield himself. Nor did his arms work, leaving his body to just squirm helplessly.

Gradually, Frysco became aware of his surroundings. Grey scales dominated the area around him, and he soon came to realise that they were legs. He peered up, finding a big grey scaled wyvern looking down at him. He felt like he was pinned between the wyvern’s legs, unable to move or squirm away.

“Well there he is, looking perfect.” Another voice purring dragged Frysco’s attention from the wyvern above him. A red scaled dragon stood nearby, looking down at Frysco with a hungry look in his eyes. “How are you feeling, Kier?”

Frysco shook his head and tried to speak, but again only a soft hiss escaped his lips. The dragon took his movement to mean discomfort, not the sheer terror that the gryphon had been trying to express. “Aww, don’t worry,” the dragon said, stroking down Frysco’s side with a finger. “You’ll get used to things soon enough.”

Frysco shivered at the same time the wyvern above him let out a quiet, pleasured hiss. The touch on his body had sent tingles of pleasure all the way through him, so much so that he only just caught the moan before it escaped his lips. His body arched up in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. The dragon smirked.

“I think he likes it,” the dragon said, tickling beneath Frysco’s chin again, making him squirm and the wyvern groan. “Do you like him, Alyr?”

“He feels perfect, Master,” the wyvern replied, his voice quavering with a shivering moan that rippled through his body, even spreading down to a confused, panicked Frysco. His mind was beginning to piece together everything now. Things were soon confirmed as the dragon wandered off, giving a sharp word to Alyr to keep his hands off.

“You feel so good, Kier,” Alyr said, his voice trembling and quiet. The wyvern was true to his word, keeping his wingarms down by his side, though they twitched inwards a few times. “I hope it feels good for you too. Master promised me it would, even though...”

Alyr fell silent as the dragon returned, carrying a mirror in his hands. He crouched down in front of the wyvern and Frysco to confirm the gryphon’s worst fears. Staring back at him was no gryphon. Nestled between the legs of the wyvern was a cocksnake, emerging out of a genital slit that was adorned with a few strange piercings. It was patterned with the same colours and markings of Frysco’s feathered body, only now in smooth, soft scales. He froze completely, mouth agape as he struggled to take in the sight of the cocksnake staring out the mirror at him.

Kier had lied.

The gryphon wasn’t getting a cocksnake. The gryphon was becoming one.

And he had tricked Frysco into blindly accepting that fate. And neither Alyr nor the dragon knew they had swapped places. Once again he tried to speak, to warn the other two that something had gone terribly wrong, but only a soft hiss escaped his lips. He couldn’t talk at all. He had no way of communicating his distress.

The dragon put away the mirror. One hand wrapped around Frysco’s body, engulfing it almost completely. Alyr cried out in bliss, and Frysco could feel the pulse of blood rushing through his body. Every inch of him felt like it was burning with pleasure. He struggled to think straight. Having never had a cock, Frysco didn’t recognise the sensations. Having them course through his whole body was overwhelming.

“Do you deserve this?” the dragon asked, his voice piercing through Frysco’s ever growing lust.

Alyr nodded. “Please, Master. Yes.”

“And Kier? Does he deserve it?”

Frysco tried to shake his head, but the dragon’s fingers tightened around his body, preventing him from moving. Alyr whimpered at the squeeze. “He does, Master. He does!”

“And how long has it been since you last came?” Master purred. The dragon’s hand very slowly started to rub up and down Frysco’s sensitive body. He could taste a salty fluid building up on his tongue, and it took the former gryphon a few moments to realise he was drooling pre.

“F-four weeks, Master,” Alyr panted. Frysco could feel a couple of quick thrusts of the wyvern’s hips, soon quelled.

Master’s hand tightened its grip again and stopped moving. The thumb curled up over Frysco’s mouth. “Four weeks of being a wyvern. And silly me forgot to get you a cock to go with that body. Horny all the time, but never able to get off. But now you have Kier. Denied and teased all that time, now a tool of pleasure for your mate. How you must both yearn for release.”

“Please, Master. We’ll give anything for it,” Alyr whimpered. Again Frysco could feel the little movements at his base as the wyvern tried to hold back his desire to thrust into the dragon’s hand. He tried to whine, desperate to feel Master’s hand stroking him a little firmer, but the noise got lost in a gurgle of pre.

“Anything at all? Good,” Master said. His hand started to move once more, teasing over Frysco’s sensitive body, right from the base to his head. The taste of pre was strong on the cocksnake’s tongue, and the salty fluid dribbled from his lips and onto Master’s scaled hand. It tasted awful, and the former gryphon tried to spit it out, but more kept flowing up to replace it. “I can already tell Kier’s desperate for it, aren’t you?”

Once again, Frysco’s little shake of the head was suppressed by the hand gripping his body tightly. He could feel a warm pulse spreading from his base all the way through to his mouth. A spurt of pre dripped from his lips and his body twisted to try and rub through Master’s fingers. Those fingers then squeezed a little tighter, eliciting a whimper of pain from Alyr. “A little too eager,” Master warned.

“Please, Kier... behave,” Alyr pleaded. Again the little hip thrusts, suppressed with a moan from the wyvern.

“You’d better listen to your mate, Kier. Or else you’ll find your punishment brought forward, and I’m sure neither of you want that,” Master whispered, leaning in close to the cocksnake and planting a teasing kiss on Frysco’s pre-soaked mouth. “After all, your tastebuds’ sensitivity has already been increased massively. It will be as sensitive as touch now, and nothing will ever taste good to you again. You can thank your insolence in the carpark for that.”

The fearful whimpers from Alyr were enough to slow down Frysco’s lust-addled thoughts, putting a halt on his frantic wriggles to feel more pleasure amongst Master’s fingers. He dreaded to think what sort of punishment was forthcoming, especially if it was one that had resulted in Kier abandoning his fate and forcing someone innocent into his place. Frysco shivered in terror.

After a few moments of stillness, Master’s fingers started to stroke over Frysco once more, though this time the cocksnake did his best to remain as still as he could. Pleasure tore through his body once more, making both wyvern and cocksnake tremble with the desire for more, but Master went slowly, building that sensation gradually.

Master’s hand felt good – so good. With every stroke, Frysco found it harder to think. Harder to feel the resenting hatred towards Kier, or the dread fear of the upcoming, nebulous concept of the punishment. He could only feel pleasure. A tingling sensation that made his body throb and pulse with growing need.

Alyr’s whimpers and moans grew steadily louder as Master’s strokes became more insistent and regular. More pre flowed from Frysco’s lips, spat out to dribble down his chin and onto Master’s hand, which then spread the wetness over the snakecock’s length. His whole body was soon slick and wet with it.

Frysco tensed a little, feeling a bigger pulse of pleasure ripple through his body. He could feel Alyr’s orgasm was close, though he couldn’t be sure just how he knew that. His body twisted and throbbed with unfamiliar pleasure. He couldn’t think of anything else. Just how nice Master’s hand felt over his aching body.

It began deep inside him, beyond the slit where he was now housed. A growing heat that began to slowly spread through his body. Pressure soon followed, and the snakecock grimaced and forced his mouth closed as it welled up. It was a strange mixture of pleasurable and uncomfortable as his body started to swell at the base. He couldn’t hold it for long, no matter how hard he tried.

Above him, Alyr whimpered and cried out as his own snakecock tried to edge him, but the wyvern had been denied for too long. Just a few more strokes were needed, and the two were sent teetering over the edge of no return. The wyvern leaned back and cried out in bliss as their orgasm struck, and Frysco’s body was set ablaze in lust and pleasure.

Cum welled up deep inside him, before rapidly rising up and forcing his mouth open. Every spurt left a strong taste on his tongue, the awful taste contrasting greatly with the pleasurable tingles that passed through him. His body subtly squeezed to force the cum out in a strong torrent that splattered over Master’s arm.

Frysco’s body felt fuzzy and warm as Master’s hand moved away. He trembled, before slowly flopping down to rest on Alyr’s thigh. The wyvern shivered and groaned softly, making all the noises Frysco wanted to make. He had never felt so good before, his whole body tingling with the remnants of pleasure, suppressing his thoughts and clouding his mind. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all... perhaps Kier had made a mistake in passing off this opportunity.

A damp cloth was wiped over Frysco’s body, cleaning him up of any lingering pre and cum. Frysco hissed softly, enjoying the tingling pleasure that accompanied the gentle wipes. Even his mouth was cleaned out, which made both wyvern and snakecock tremble.

Alyr’s trembling voice soon broke the contented silence that had fallen between them. “May I touch him, please, Master?”

“You may.”

The wyvern’s wingarm nudged in close to Frysco. Alyr’s arms were awkward and clumsy, mainly being used to control the wing. A couple of claws stroked down the snakecock’s back, making him squirm and shiver, though he was at no risk of another pleasurable release so soon after the first.

Master left the two alone again, leaving Alyr to tenderly stroke Frysco’s back. “I just thought I’d hold you, before... you know,” the wyvern said bashfully. He turned his head to the side, not looking properly down at the snakecock.

Frysco twisted his body to stare up at the wyvern, tilting his head to the side. He tried to speak once more, but again could only emit a small hiss. Alyr petted beneath his chin, his wingarms slow and clumsy.

The two both tensed and looked up as Master returned. The dragon held a small bag in one hand, and a cold grin was plastered across his muzzle. Alyr shivered, and the feeling of dread slowly leeched back into Frysco.

“Wings away,” Master demanded. Alyr’s wingarms snapped back to his side as though they had been dragged away and bound. They wyvern didn’t say anything, though a small whisper escaped his lips as Master knelt down before them.

Commanding the snakecock to stay still, Master gripped hold of Frysco in both hands. Gone was the tenderness of before. This was rough and forceful as a tight band of thick metal was squeezed down his length, before nestling at his base, just before it sunk into the slit. As he worked, Master explained that the ring would keep the snakecock ‘erect’, never able to retreat back into the wet slit. Once that was in place, Frysco was forced into a sturdy metal cage. It was only just long enough for him, his nose constantly bumping against the tip. It clicked into place over the piercings he had noticed in Alyr’s slit. A padlock then secured everything in place, and Master waved the key in front of Frysco’s nose, then up to Alyr’s.

Frysco couldn’t help but give off a whimpering hiss as he realised what had happened. He was a snakecock in chastity. The very reason for his new body’s existence, and it was being denied to him. Was this the punishment Kier had been so desperate to escape? He shivered, trying to move around, but the combination of cage and ring meant he could barely twitch at all.

Master had noticed his struggles. The dragon grinned down at him. “You’d better get comfortable in there, Kier.” He held the key up between two claws and started to bend it. Alyr couldn’t suppress the yelp of panic, and Master’s sadistic gaze flicked up to the wyvern. His fingers stopped moving, keeping the key bent but intact.

“Your pleasure is under my control now,” Master explained. He threaded the key onto a necklace, not even bothering to look towards the wyvern or snakecock. “If you behave, then I might consider letting you out once in a while. But if you misbehave, then I might just finish the job on that key.”

Master placed the key around his neck, letting it fall over his scaled chest. He let the threat fall on the wyvern and his snakecock before escalating it further. “And if you think I can just get another key cut, well... I think melting the lock closed ought to put any thoughts of escape out of your minds. I wonder how desperate you’ll get in there Kier...”

Frysco wanted to scream. He had to yell that he wasn’t Kier, they had the wrong gryphon. Surely they couldn’t do this to him, but all that gurgled out of his throat was a wet hiss. Already he was starting to feel it, the arousal from Alyr starting to flood into his body. The wyvern was aroused by this. He loved being denied pleasure, being treated as little more than an object. Frysco briefly wondered if Kier would have enjoyed the same, but no. That gryphon had fled, leaving another to suffer the fate of being a vessel of pleasure locked away in a cage.

“You’re being such a naughty cock already, Kier. You’d better stop all that noise before I decide to punish you both some more,” Master warned, cutting across Frysco’s burbled hisses and pitiful twitches. He glared down at Frysco, every tooth in his mouth visible as he smiled widely. “I’m sure I can find a sounding rod to go with this cage. I wonder how that will taste to your tongue.”

“No, please. We’ll be good, Master,” Alyr whimpered. He wingarm lightly batted against the side of his cage. “Won’t we Kier?”

Frysco could barely turn his head, locked in one position facing it. He just about managed to glance up to Alyr, before he tried to look towards Master. His eyes could barely move, and with his head locked in the one position, he could barely manage it. For a moment he considered misbehaving further. If he kept on doing so, then maybe Alyr and Master would tire of him and take him back to the clinic, where he could be changed back to his original self, where they would realise their mistake...

But no, Frysco knew already that wouldn’t happen. He had seen the terrifying gleam in Master’s eye. The dragon loved punishing Alyr and Kier. He would never grow weary of it. He had no choice but to behave or else so much worse could happen to him. His body shivered as he slowly nodded his head.

His fate was sealed.