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I let out a sigh of relief when my computer finally boots up after what seems like the millionth try. Who knew installing new drivers would be such a pain? I had just wanted to sit back, relax, and play some WoW, and then the driver updates attacked. Now here I am, hours later, and I'm just now able to pull up the launcher. I look out my window wistfully. It's already dark outside, and I know I missed raid time. Oh well. There's always next week.

For now, I launch the game, log-in, and mouse over to my Worgen Priest, Jonas. We both might have been benched by technical issues this week, but it doesn't mean I can't farm, er...mounts with him or something. Got to make the most of my subscription.

I click to enter the world, and everything goes wrong. Electricity surges from my computer, and it's like there's a lightning storm concentrated just in my room. I yell and jump back from my crackling computer, but not before a jolt of oddly purple electricity lashes out at me. My vision blurs as everything around me begins to spin. I have the worst headache in my life as I drop to my knees, the spinning room not doing me any favors. I close my eyes and hear my computer continue to crackle, but I'm lucky enough to avoid any other lightning bolts. In fact, as I sit there groaning, the sound of the electricity dies down. In fact, I hear something else entirely.

I feel the cool air on my skin right before I hear the sound of waves rolling in. There's the faint din of seagulls too, and that only confuses me further. It sounds so familiar, yet I can't quite place it. Curious, I open my eyes and gasp.

I am elsewhere. I am no longer in my room, but this place is familiar. I stand at a tucked away inlet, docks and docked boats lining the shores. Though it's dark out, the bright moon light allows me to see that the vessels bear the insignia of the Kul-Tiran navy. What? This doesn't make any sense, and makes the pounding in my head worse, not to mention the prickling on my arms.

I freeze. Prickling?

I look down at my arms and see there's a deep purple glow to my skin and the glow is spreading. I stare in shock, before the adrenaline kicks in and I'm feeling my arms up. I gasp at what I feel: soft, fine hairs that prickle my skin as it flows over. Fur! I'm growing purple fur over my skin!

I pull away my hands just as they begin to ache. I hold them up to my face, palms up, my jaw dropping as my hands grow slightly wider and pinkish purple pads form over my palms. Involuntarily my fingers curl and uncurl as they thicken and fur grows over them, my nails darkening to black and extending into what looks like claws while my hands finish thickening into what looks more akin to paws. I stare at my new hands that look very feline, shivering as the fur continues to crawl up past my elbows and to my shoulders.

I gasp as the fur washes over my shoulders, their broadness dwindling away. It's odd, but what's even odder is that when the fur reaches my neck, it stops being fur that spreads up there. Instead, feathers a darker purple than even my newfound fur sprout upon my thickening neck, my hands shooting up to feel them. They're surprisingly soft, though my attention is drawn to just how fluffy my neck feels. It's not so bad, yet my heart is beating faster and faster, especially as the feathers surge up and over my lips. I gasp, and my voice sounds higher and lighter. I only have a moment to wonder why this is before my whole face goes numb, but only for a moment.

In the next moment, my nose swiftly sinks away, and I feel my lips and my teeth pressing out, taking on the same hardness and density as they stretch into something else. I gag, tongue thinning and shortening, as I bring my hands up to my face. My headache worsens and I can barely keep my eyes open as my cranium reshapes and feathers finish covering it up. My ears, out of place on my feathered head, sink into the sides of my skull, leaving only two barely discernible holes for hearing as they shift slightly higher up. My hearing rings and I close my eyes shut tight as my mouth continues to take on an unfamiliar shape. Feathered tufts form from either side of the top of my head, growing out to thin triangular points. I cough, but what comes out of my mouth is a screech instead. The ringing in my ears worsens and I screech again, my eyes opening from the unexpected volume and clarity of the sound. I go crosseyed and see a new protrusion in my vision and stagger uncertainly on legs starting to develop fur of their own.

I blink and my eyes burn oddly as I stare cross eyed at that protrusion. It's my mouth, my nostrils, and my teeth all in one--it's a small, dark black curved beak amidst light purple feathers, and it's mine! Bird, bird, I'm becoming some sort of bird...but no, I look down at my pawed hands. A gryphon then? But why?

The question slips out of my mind, my attention drawing downwards as my chest aches. I groan and look down just in time to see my clothes shimmer with...shadow? It's strange to say, but my clothes take on an ephemeral, shadowy glow right before they dissolve before my very eyes in a darkness that hangs away from my now naked form. I stare at my nude body, watching as the purple fur continues to spread over the entirety of my form. My eyes are drawn to my legs just as my heels abruptly lift. I stumble and squawk, catching myself on my hands. I look over my shoulder at my feet and wince as they visibly adjust, becoming thicker and padded like my pawlike hands, but undergoing a more extreme alteration as my five toes meld into four much larger ones, nails growing out into large talons.

I stumble to my feet and sway uncertainly, my new talons clacking against the stone ground. I stand on the forefront of my feet now and struggle to maintain my balance as my legs continue to adjust. The fur spreading over them reshapes them too, longer and more slender. More concerning to me is what happens when the fur reaches my thighs and hips. My thighs visibly grow thicker and my hips begin to pull apart with snaps and cracks that cause me to clench my beak together reflexively. I groan, wiggling my hips as they stretch wider and wider apart before letting out a shrill sigh of relief when they settle into place. I stare at them before my eyes are drawn to the shadows that my clothes had become settling around my shoulders, my hips, and my ankles. Suddenly the shadows solidify into silvery metal with purple patterns that settle around these areas. Rings form around my ankles while a metal belt rests on my hips, open in the front so it covers none of my crotch while the back has silver wings. Patterned metal falls over my shoulder and my upper chest in a way a collar might, the front fashioned to resemble a bird's spread wings with an odd curved protrusion that could be a stylized bird's head or something to tie me to.

I blink at this thought. It's an odd one, but it springs from something familiar. I try to recall what it is, but attention is drawn back to my body becoming more unfamiliar.

My penis, shriveled from the cool sea breeze, suddenly stands erect. I blush, bringing one hand down to cover it instinctually, but my cock shies away from my pawlike hand. No, it shrinks away, shriveling as it and my dwindling testicles draw tighter and close to my fur covered crotch. Though these parts of me look out of place on what I now realize is an increasingly feminine body, I don't want to let them go that easily. I shriek shrilly, sounding very much like the world's worst songbird as I grab for my departing friend. I brush one hand against the head of my cock and shiver. It's so sensitive now, and increasingly so as my shaft continues to shrink and sink into a newfound opening. I hesitate to grab at my dwindling masculinity, wondering just what that'll do. As expected, the changes continue unabated, my taut testicles suddenly sinking into that new hole. I croon, the experience as alien as it is pleasurable. A warmth floods my altering nether while my balls travel up my forming inner passage, their journey inside suddenly matched by something springing out just above my rear.

I yelp and stumble back, looking over my shoulder as a tail tufted in white and purple pulls out from the base of my spine, lazily lashing over a once flat rear that plumps up. It stretches out just as what little remains of my shaft becomes my new clit. It nestles between two furred feminine folds that pulse and throb, enveloping the rest of my masculinity. I groan, still watching the development of my tail as a paw seeks what lies between my legs. I let out an 'eep' as I feel my already slightly wet female sex for the first time, the feathers on my face feeling hot as I instantly draw my paw away.

"I...I..." I murmur to myself, trying to make sense of all of this before a throbbing in my chest draws my attention back to my front, particularly to my stomach, smoothed and toned by the spread of fur, my sides likewise pressed in. At first, I think it's discomfort from the metal that rests on my chest, but all of those pieces feel fine, cool and comfortable against feather and fur. Instead, the throbbing originates from my prominent purple nipples poking from my fur, but then moves down from there as three new sets of nipples sprout from it. I gawk at the sight, but I'm even more bewildered as flesh begins to swell beneath my nipples, swiftly surging into noticeable bumps.

Breasts. I'm growing breasts, and not just a pair, but several!

The pressure eases into warmth as I watch my breasts grow. I bring my hands up to the top pair, but there's nothing I can do to impede its fast growth. They press out against my hands, spreading them apart while my other breasts below swell out slower. Soon my top pairs of breasts are more than mere handfuls, large and hefty against my hands and slightly separated by the silver collar that rests on my shoulders. I squeeze reflexively and moan, legs buckling as I rub my thickened thighs together. A warmth builds in my crotch, and the sensation and sight of my swelling breasts only coaxes it. I squeeze again and sigh, my tail stretching out in its last surge of growth. It sways from side to side, my rear swelling out just slightly larger. Experimentally, I bring my fingers to trail over and around my thickening nipples, the touch causing that warmth to deepen. I tweak them and let out a screech at the unexpected surge of pleasure and a slight tinge of pain. My whole form shudders and I feel my breasts, all eight of them, jiggle.

I blink as I hear my screech echo out into the night. That felt good, natural even, but what am I doing? Touching my tits when I should be...oh, I don't know, freaking out? I shake my head and drop my hands, but I can't pull my gaze away from my rack, or is it racks? Whatever the case, I have eight tits now, the top pair large and heavy, the second pair a little less so and so on as they go down. Still, I have eight of them, and they feel odd and yet not out of place on my gryphon-like body. Still very much humanoid and female, my pussy, tits, and curvy figure a reminder of that, but a gryphon nonetheless. And I'm in Azeroth somehow, in another world, another time and space, but that's not what concerns me right now. I've changed and at least for now I'm the only thing that matters. I want to see, well, me, and so I rush to the water that gently laps against the water's shores, the movement of my new stance, sway of my hips, clanking of my metal wear, and jiggling and bouncing of my tits so very strange.

I look into the water and thanks to the moonlight am able to see a murky reflection of myself. I'm no less tall than before--in fact, my longer legs might mean I'm taller now--but my form is definitely slighter and more slender. I stare into eyes I don't recognize as my own, pupiless eyes that glow white. They blink and I tilt my owlish head to examine my beak and the white feathers that mask my face, my plumage at my neck and the rest of my head a dark purple. My gaze drops to the rest of my body, curvy and covered with smooth purple fur. My tits hang on my chest as if they belong there and nestled between my legs are my feminine folds, the purple lips puffy and...inviting? They...I want something between them, and I shiver as the warmth flares. I'm undeniably aroused, and I drop a paw, teasing at my folds with one finger and moaning softly, my arousal building more, my lips spreading apart as--

Something steps close by, and I whirl around, covering my crotch with one hand while my other futilely tries to cover my large set of top breasts. I see a lone flame floating alone--no, I squint my eyes and see two blue eyes behind it. They move forward, and soon I'm able to see the individual they belong to, a large Worgen who's bare chested but wears what looks like the bottom half of woolen robes, presumably his nightwear. I shrink away, hoping he doesn't notice me, but how could he not? It is only him and I out in this place, though I suppose some sailor could be spying on my mostly naked body from those distant ships. I shiver from the thought, the Worgen coming to a halt as he does seem to notice me. He takes a step back in surprise, his eyes wide.

"I thought..." he begins, then his eyes narrow and a sly grin cracks his canine snout. "Hmm, I thought I felt some shadow nearby."

He steps forward and now it's time for my eyes to widen. I stare at the Worgen and recognize him. Though slight for his species, he's still well muscled and attractive--

I shake my head and try to clear that thought away because...well, standing before me is Jonas, my Worgen Priest. I recognize him because unlike the other Gilneans afflicted by the curse, he also has a pair of small horns atop his head and that signature flame that floats between them. He's my character, and yet here he is in the flesh, examining me even as I examine him. He's alive, no level or health bar present, the only buff being his muscles, and the distinctness of his flesh excites my flesh. I shiver, squeezing my thighs together, but there's no denying that I--no, my body--is attracted to him. Even my nipples are harder, pressing prominently out of my fur, and he eyes each and every one of my breasts as if examining an assortment of delectable desserts.

"So," he says. "I've finally found you, seeker."

I stare at him, unsure what to say. Seeker? What does he--?

"Finally," he murmurs. "I can have you, my mount."

Oh. It all comes together now. I am a seeker. A lightsworn seeker to be exact, though my purple feathers remind me I may be a tad touched with shadow. Just a little. But--

But seekers usually are mounts. Seekers usually stand on four legs, not two. And seekers definitely don't have tits. And yet here I stand on two legs with eight tits hanging on my chest and I'm definitely not a mount but I wouldn't mind if Jonas mounted me and--

"No!" I hiss at myself, my voice high and feminine and unfamiliar to my ears. I grasp my head as if that might be enough to push out thoughts of the Worgen, my Jonas, bending me over and breaking me in as any high priest should do with their lightsworn seeker, because after all--

"What was that, seeker?"

I freeze, then turn my head to look to him. What can I say? That I'm Gabe, his player, the one who controls him and makes him vanquish the same adversaries over and over in hopes of gaining a higher statted piece of gear? No, that would sound absurd, because this is a living, breathing world I inhabit now, and I'm not Gabe to him or anyone here. In my mind I am, yes, but in body I am a busty gryphoness and he's an attractive male Worgen, the one that will play with me and not the other way around and that's--

Enticing.

Yes, I admit it. I'm attracted to Jonas, and how could I not be? He's big and strong, but he has those horns and that hint of shadowy corruption. Me and him, him and I, why, we would make the perfect pair, the best breeding pair that Azeroth has ever known. Him the accomplished adventurer, and me his mount, ready to take his seed whenever he wishes to go raiding.

I stagger back, still holding my head though it's really my pulsing pussy that deserves the attention. Oh gosh, I'm really in heat, aren't I?

Jonas sniffs, and he smells it too. His eyes glint and he takes a step forward. I shiver at his approach, and shiver again as he chuckles deeply. I look away and then back not at him, but at the bulge at his covered crotch. He laughs sharply.

"Oh, seeker," he says, throwing off his undergarments, revealing what lies beneath. I stare with desire at his large, throbbing purple cock. It's his, but I want it. He points to it. "Is this what you seek?"

I nod, even as more important things come to mind. How did I change? Why am I here? Is this permanent? These questions fade away as I stare at Jonas's doggy dick. I'm his lightsworn seeker, his mount, and I have a need. A need to breed.

"You're a quiet one, aren't ya?" Jonas asks, drawing closer. He sniffs and smiles. "I still found you. That was you earlier, wasn't it? That piercing shriek? No psychic scream, but I wouldn't be surprised if all of Boralus heard you." His smile deepens, and he stares pointedly at my furred slit, my lips wet and wanton. "You were getting heated, weren't you? Lucky I found you first."

I gulp. That I cannot deny, but do I even want to? No. I am heated and I do want Jonas, even if I didn't know it back then. Being mounted by him, dominated by him, sounds like the best thing that could happen right about now, even if some small part of my mind tells me it should be the other way around, but that's absurd. There's no player here, only players of roles, and my current one is to be on the bottom and he on the top. I hesitate, but only just so. My body lusts and so I lust, matter over mind.

"I smell it, " he remarks and I look bashfully away. "So? Are you ready then, seeker?"

I hesitate again, but only for a moment before nodding perhaps too enthusiastically. Jonas laughs in response.

"Very well," he said. "Let's begin."

Before I know it, he's upon me, his hands on my hips, his face pressed in my plumage, and his dick poking at my finely furred thighs. He growls and looks deep into my eyes. I stare back and place my hands upon his shoulders. He smiles.

"Though..." he murmurs. "How shall we begin?"

I'm not sure what to say, so I act instead, taking one of his hands and placing it on my upper pairs of breasts. He squeezes tightly and I shiver and croon. He lowers his head and licks at my other breast, his rough purple tongue lapping at my nipple. I moan, shuddering as he forcefully presses me down using that metal protrusion on my chest place, though there's care as he lowers me to the sands. He's atop of me now, and I can see and feel his cock pressing into my slick slit. I lay completely back on my ample rump and spread my legs. In response, he dips his head and runs his snout and tongue over each of my breasts, giving them all their taste of his attention. I tremble and afterwards he lifts his head. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but snarls instead, the flame between his horns flickering with intensified light. Before I know what's happening, he thrusts into me. I cry out, and my whole body jostles at the powerful primary thrusts soon followed after another. I shriek, no longer caring that others may hear my cries, for our pleasure comes first. I dig my clawed hands into the ground and buck my hips as he continues to pound me, spreading my lips further and further apart as he goes in deeper and deeper. He's like a beast unleashed, not holding anything back as he squeezes at my biggest breasts, snarling while he thrusts in and out, in and out. I answer him with more cries of my own and this only spurred him on.

"Doing good there, mount," he growls. "Enjoying the ride?"

He doesn't give me an opportunity to answer as he howls and thrusts with such force that I'm momentarily dazed by the sensory overload. I stare at him hazily while I feel my inner walls clamp down on his cock, wondering when I taught Jonas this skill, although I do remember paying a rather hefty sum for master riding. Now it seems to be paying off, the sensation of Jonas's cock slamming into my sensitive sex dazing me again, though the clarity of my rising pleasure peeks through. I feel like if I get pushed any further I'll be out of my mind, and yet Jonas pushes on regardless. Still, my pleasure still mounts, and so does a pressure start to develop from my shoulder blades. They ache, but not enough to overpower the feeling of him inside of me, of him squeezing and groping my breasts with those powerful hands, and of when he comes into contact with my clit and the pleasure that follows. I pant, not sure how much more I can take. I stare at that pale blue flame between Jonas's horns and become entranced by it, marveling at how it glows brighter and brighter to match our growing pleasure.

He thrusts again, and in that moment I reach climax. I shriek, the pleasure overwhelming the dull pain of my wings bursting from my back. Jonas growls, not done yet, his efforts renewed as he continues to pump into me, my new wings flapping wildly behind me as I buck with pleasure. In the next moment, he howls and I feel him flood me with his seed, his hard cock pumping wave after wave of thick cum into me. He snarls, pulling at the protrusion on my collar and forcing me up as we ride out the last bit of our breeding. We're face to face now, and that flame is intense, though it does nothing to overshadow the pleasure I feel. He's still inside me, we're still joined, rider and mount, and then we both fall back, exhausted and undoubtedly pleased.

I fall on my plump rump, wiggling my hips and crooning as he pulls out of me, huffing and panting all the while. My folds pulse, trying to keep his member in, but his spent cock slips past my folds and it feels good when it does. I shiver as he completely pulls out of me, his hands falling from breasts to rest on my hips while he pants. He doesn't look exhausted at all; in fact, he looks invigorated by the ordeal, though his eyes are clouded with carnal pleasure. He smiles at me and gestures to my wings.

"There they are..." he pants, gesturing to my wings. "Now we can really take you for a ride."

I chirp and smile, looking at my wings. They glow a mostly pale purple, though their edges are a brilliant white. They feel right on me, just as right as the rest of my furred, feathered and feminine form. I consider the rest of the Worgen's words, shivering as I imagine being ridden again so soon. Surprisingly, I feel my nethers tingle and that warmth rise again despite the cum that already oozes out onto my thighs. Already? But is that a problem? I look over to Jonas, who smiles at me. My gaze drops to his crotch and I can't help but let out a happy chirp as I see his thick cock readying itself for another round.

"Well, seeker," Jonas says, crawling towards me. He grins a very toothy grin, his flame flaring. "What do you say? Shall we surrender to madness?"

I nod, my eyes alight. There are a lot of questions running through my mind, but they're overshadowed by my rising lust. I can always seek answers in the morning when the shadows don't beckon so sweetly--or fiercely. Plus, my rider is calling.

It's time for another ride.