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Tucked beneath the covers, snug and safe from the chilly breeze outside, Lawrence would have had the deepest of autumnal sleeps that cool evening if it hadn't been for the interruption. There came a tapping in the middle of the night, not at his chamber door, but instead at his window. The doe-like buck ignored it at first, shifting beneath the covers, still in the clutches of a truly wonderful dream, but there it came again. Clack clack clack against the glass was a sound he couldn't shut out, couldn't sleep through. Was someone throwing rocks at his window? They would have needed quite the arm to do so, considering he was a full three stories up in his bedroom. When it came for a third time, more insistent than before, he finally tossed away his blankets and clopped onto his hooves to investigate. If someone was out there, they were being terribly rude.

He didn't see much of anything at first. Not even the usual streetlights. There was only darkness out there, as if the world had been swallowed up by some sort of black void. Something was covering up his entire view, leaving him so perplexed that he simply had to open the window to get a better look. Rather than the cool night air he might have expected, there instead came a rush of warmth, a gust of sweetly-scented something that came tinged with a trace of some fine herb or spice. Sage, perhaps? He hardly had time to consider what it might have been, or why he couldn't see out from his own bedroom when something grabbed him. All he saw was a glimpse of dark talons, and then the powerful grip wrapped him up in a scaly grip, yanking him right out that wide-open window and off into the night. He could barely manage to bleat his alarm before he and his attacker took off over the rooftops together with a beat of massive-sounding wings.

Up and up they went, the unseen creature clutching Lawrence close to its feathery chest. The buck still hadn't managed to see what had grabbed him, but he knew it was avian, at least. Probably a gryphon of some sort, and probably male too. He was a bird endowed with some particularly sleek, well-kept plumage, and an enduringly rich, masculine scent. It persisted even through the rushing wind as they sliced through the open air, leaving all signs of civilization behind, moving at rapid speed into the forest beyond the city, swooping out into nature faster than Lawrence could even fathom. It would have been exhilarating if he wasn't so terrified, left frozen and still, far too afraid of falling to risk squirming and breaking free from the huge bird's grip. It must have been miles down to the ground below.

When his captor paused in the air for a moment, Lawrence swore he felt his heart stop. Just like that, and the great big bird had halted all his momentum at once. The deer felt momentum shifting, felt gravity taking hold of them, and then he felt himself plummeting. At first he thought the gryph had simply dropped him, leaving him giving a silent, rasping scream as he reached his hands out for something to grab onto in the great empty expanse that was the night sky. That wasn't necessary. Those talons still had him, clutching tight as the black-feathered beast divebombed straight down towards the trees, leaving them rushing up towards Lawrence's watery eyes like dozens of sharp green spikes. He couldn't bear it. He had to cover his face and try not to think about how fast they were going, how hard they were going to hit the ground if that breakneck speed continued. It wasn't until the very last moment, those last seconds, that the gryphon opened his expansive wings again and slowed their descent just enough that they didn't turn into a crater. Even so, the forest bent back upon his arrival, the thud of his hind paws hitting the dirt sending a shockwave all through the trees, blowing through the grass, washing the forest with the claiming mark of his oh-so-enticing scent.

It was just the two of them then, all alone, so far out from anywhere that might have been able to rescue him. Lawrence couldn't do much more than panic, struggling in the gryphon's clutches, letting those preyish instincts take hold and lock him firmly in the middle of fight or flight. The flailing about and kicking at the air, bleating in alarm, was something like a fight, and his scrambling to get to his hooves and run away was his best attempt at flight. Neither of them amounted to much. The gryphon sat down on his haunches, looming over the deer, patiently waiting for him to calm down. Eventually, Lawrence's intrinsic deer-sense realized he wasn't being maimed or devoured alive. His insides were still very much intact, despite the sharpness of the gryphon's talons, and the strength of his beak. He was left panting from all the exertion, sprawled out on the grass in nothing more than a cute little pair of sleepy-time panties, and in time he managed to get a better look at the handsome bird who'd captured him.

Gazing into the golden depths of the big bird's eyes, he found himself lost for a time, until he finally tore his gaze away and scanned down the rest of the massive gryph's form. Smooth and shiny black all over, he was a glossy-feathered crow up top and a sleek, muscular black panther below. Lawrence's eyes kept on wandering until he set upon the gryphon's imposing genitals, bearing witness to the thick, fluffy sheath nestled snugly atop a set of truly titanic nuts. Those too looked ever so smooth, the short fur upon that ample pair like a beacon for the buck's attention. The thought of just shoving his face between them and taking a deep, extended sniff appeared in his mind as if implanted there, but it was all natural. Such urges were to be expected when he was presented with such a perfectly plump pair of gryphon nuts, so shapely and well-formed, hefty beyond belief. Only after an extended stare did he think to say anything, even if he wasn't entirely sure the gryph could understand.

"Oh, so ... seems that you're not shredding me to pieces after all," he softly said, a bit embarrassed all around. That only got worse when the black bird showed he could understand with his polite reply.

"Certainly not. That would be a waste of a precious doe-boy like yourself. There are so many things I would rather do with you."

Lawrence had to admit he was still afraid, sitting up slowly before the enormous beast. The gryphon was big enough he probably could have swallowed the poor buck whole, but somehow he didn't seem the type. At least not at the moment. The gleaming gaze he was giving Lawrence was purely flirty, rather than hungry, exuding a level of potent lust that really needed no explaining. That heavy sheath stirred slightly as if he could feel Lawrence's gaze upon it, but his arousal remained subtle as they made their introductions.

"Um, well. I'd be more upset about being yanked out of my bedroom window and kidnapped in the middle of the night, but I guess that's kind of the gryphon way of doing things, isn't it? Oh, and I'm Lawrence."

The gryphon put a taloned front foot on his chest and gave a little bow. "Xavier. And you are quite correct. Why wait when I have laid eyes upon someone I so greatly desire? Why not swoop down and claim what, when I can?"

"Well, I mean, there are ... rules," Lawrence muttered, but he could barely get the words out for how hard he was blushing to hear those words being spoken about him by such a huge, majestic beast. "What do you want, anyway?"

Xavier's answer was decisive. "You. And I can tell what you want, too."

He slowly glanced down, catching Lawrence in the act of staring at his balls. It was impossible not to, with them so proudly on display like that. There was no need to say anything more. The gryph moved, slowly but decisively, overtaking the captive doeboi and pushing him to his back. One bump of that feathery chest and Lawrence was flat out, sprawled in the grass, with a massive feral beast standing over him. He got a good view of Xavier's underside, those sleek feathers, those muscular haunches, and then all was dark as he got immersed in the scent and warmth of that fat black gryph sack, smothered deep beneath their hefty weight, trapped right up between them both as the oversized catbird made a seat of his face. A firm, dominating teabag session was the perfect way to get intimately acquainted with the fine, smooth texture of the gryphon's balls, feeling them sliding and grinding across his muzzle, his lips, his nose, getting Lawrence drunk on that richly refined gryph-scent. There was something so potent about it, so virile, that he was left feeling every bit the doe he looked to be after just a few seconds spent sniffing those fine, shapely balls.

It was a curious huff at first, just a slow, sampling inhalation, but the buck was quickly hooked. He breathed deep of that lovely gryphon essence, intoxicating himself on that natural aroma, delighted in every breath he took. Soon that meant he needed to taste as well, and he set to slathering a drool-soaked tongue across the surface of each of the gryphon's balls, soaking them up in spit and admiration alike. Xavier remained where he was, snugly seated atop the doeboi, but careful to keep from crushing him. He rocked his hips back and forth as Lawrence put in such pleasing work, allowing himself the occasional feline rumble or more avian caw, putting his deep voice to work, letting it echo through the woods. To make such a huge, majestic beast feel good was reward enough for Lawrence. It was amazing how quickly he slipped from fear to interest to utter adoration. By the desperate, lusty licks and slurps he laid across those perfectly plump gryph nuts, that horny doe wasn't holding anything back. He moaned and gasped and groaned as he tented those cute little panties. Xavier wasn't staying soft, either.

Lawrence couldn't see much down there, but between those grinds and thumps he caught a glimpse of the gryph's dark violet cock slipping free of its sheath, inch by solid inch. Pushing out already glistening with juices, it thickened up along that sleek underside, thumping against Xavier's belly as he rode the doe's face for as long as he liked. Lawrence was getting a little lightheaded by then, but he hardly felt like he was suffocating. It was more he was just growing so inundated with concentrated gryph scent that he was slipping into something more like a daze, a delighted trance as he devoted himself to the creature who had so quickly proven himself worthy of being his new master. At least for one night. All his remaining objection to the rather sudden method of acquiring him melted away the longer he spent there, smothered down between the gryphon's sack and the cool ground beneath his head. Xavier gave a pleased chuckle down to him.

"I knew I was right about you. You are every bit the eager doe you looked to be. And I would absolutely delight in holding you down, mounting you, and listening to the sounds you make while I sink my shaft deep beneath your tail. I want to fuck you, claim you, breed you like a needy hen, you precious gem."

There came the blush again, blazing over Lawrence's cheeks. He almost forgot to breathe when Xavier raised himself up from atop his face, eventually gasping out as if he'd just come up from beneath a long dive. That meant panting up over that shiny purple dick pumping solid and swollen just above him. It looked even bigger from so close up. With a swallow, he slowly took in the details, admiring that half-swollen knot, those decorative barbs, the pulsing veins, the stream of thick, potent precum stretching down from the pointed tip. At first glance the feline features looked intimidating, even painful, but when he curiously reached up to touch them, he found them much softer and more malleable than they looked. Those weren't going to hurt him any, but they were definitely going to be extra stimulating. He still wasn't entirely sure if he could handle all that gryphcock at once, but the thrumming, pounding, dripping arousal between his own thighs made him want to try.

Before they got to it, Xavier lowered himself down again, this time laying his balls atop Lawrence's chest and belly, letting his solid shaft lay across the deer's face. A slow, thrusting grind back and forth had it gliding along the doeboi's soft lips, and soon he was licking too, letting it slip and slop along his saliva-coated slurper, getting it extra shiny to glisten in the moonlight. There were all sorts of new tastes to sample, to savour and soak in as he licked the gryph's dick up and down, running his tongue around every bulging vein, every barb, and spending plenty of time right up at the very tip lapping away droplets of juicy precum thick enough to fill a shotglass or two. They soaked his palate in the refined flavour of a prime, potent breeder-bird. Maybe they weren't exactly compatible, but that girly buck felt every bit the fuckable doe in heat beneath that studly gryph's cock. Or maybe more like a hen, as he called him. It made him blush to think that Xavier thought him every bit as fuckable as a lovely gryphoness.

Instinct took over as soon as the gryph nudged him with his beak. A deep, rumbly caw resonated all through Lawrence's curvy form, and the buck flipped himself onto his belly with his little tail pointed straight up, ready to be taken, to be turned into the perfect little doe. Xavier didn't bother teasing him. He leaned down, licked smoothly along his spine, working up between her ears and antlers, and then planted one taloned front foot right on Lawrence's back. That kept the girly deer pinned with his ass up in the air, wiggling back and forth, offering himself to the lusty beast. Xavier curled himself, mounting up on that juicy rump, sliding his cock between those cheeks to grind and hotdog them until they were soaking wet with hot precum. He was so much bigger than that captive cutie, his shaft near the size of Lawrence's whole torso, yet both of them were so deeply impassioned with need, with that horny, feral desire for each other, that they were absolutely determined to make it work.

A deep, plunging press between those cheeks had that fat gryphcock gliding inside of Lawrence on the excess lube spurting from the tip. Xavier allowed himself another rib-rattling groan, then cawed towards the sky, filling the forest with the sound of his satisfaction as he penetrated his new hen. The doeboi could only express how flattered he was to know he was making that great big animal feel good by whimpering beneath him, barely able to get the sound out through all his choked gasps. His body rapidly adjusted to the belly-bulging stretch, to the overstimulation of those gentle barbs popping inside of him and dragging along his tender places, adding so much more pleasure to the act of getting stuffed full of gryphon dick, turned into a living sleeve for that massive shaft, left drooling, trembling, shivering with pleasure as Xavier claimed him inch by inch. The buck's own shaft spurted up over his belly, his chest, even his face, the precum shooting in ropes, in streams, pouring all over him, marking the dirt beneath them while they mated in the dark, the chilly breeze warded off by the shelter of Xavier's expansive wings, and the radiant heat coming from his mighty form.

"Ahh. Now this is a fine booty. Such a tight rump for me to pump. And such a good fit you are. I want to slap my balls against that pretty ass of yours, Lawrence. I know you can handle it."

It shouldn't have fit, but somehow it did. Lawrence had to wonder if there was a touch of magic in the gryphon. Such creatures were always so mysterious, so elusive, that they had to have had some sort of tricks up their sleeves, didn't they? Or in their feathers. Whatever. All he knew was that he soon felt the kiss of that fat bulb that was the gryphon's knot thumping against his butt, grinding back and forth while all the rest of Xavier's shaft throbbed deep inside the doeboi's body. Even getting made into a living condom for that big fat gryphon dick wasn't hurting him in the slightest, no matter how much it stretched him, bulged him, the lewdest of outlines pushing past his belly and all the way to his chest. He was going to end up tasting Xavier's cum at that rate, squirming faintly as that knot tapped against his backside over and over, like a battering ram being lowered at a castle's gates. Xavier was barely even fucking that buck yet. He slowly pulled himself back, letting the deer's insides tighten up as all that girth left his body, only to stretch him out all over again as he thumped forth in a driving thrust, plunging every inch he had at once, slamming into Lawrence's body so hard the poor buck got his antlers stuck in the dirt for a moment. Only with enough frantic squirming did he free himself, not that it made much difference when he was pinned, mounted, and stuffed by that fat gryph cock beneath his tail.

That was when the fucking really began. It had all been a matter of Xavier sizing Lawrence up, getting a feel for that tight, doe rump, for that girly booty that was all his to keep. He clutched his talons around the deer's shoulders, squeezing him tighter, more possessively as he cawed his pleasure in those perked ears. Rolling his powerful haunches back and forth, he thudded that juicy backside over and over, slapping his nuts against the back of Lawrence's thighs and ass alike, sending those thundering SMACKS echoing off through the trees. Even more aggressive was the constant thump of that mighty knot, beating against the doeboi's rim, stretching him just a little more each time. There was no way, Lawrence found himself thinking. That thing had to be nearly the size of his whole head, and yet Xavier insisted, rutting, pounding, fucking that buckbutt hard, never stopping, never slowing, never granting the whimpering boy even a hint of mercy. Lawrence didn't need it anyway.

That unrelenting rut was starting to make the deer's limbs go numb. His fingers were tingling at first, and then he couldn't feel them at all, and the dull feeling crept up along his legs as well. That hardly mattered. It just meant all the good sensations getting rammed beneath his tail were all the more intense. He felt like his whole body was going to have an orgasm, as those barbs rubbed up against his prostate over and over, pressing that button again and again, milking the precum out of him until he was sure he must have been cumming for real for how much mess he was making. His eyes rolled back as he let his arms fall limp beside him, the rest of his body looking similar. He was getting fucked to blissful oblivion, his mind breaking but his body holding fast, drooling on the grass while he took that pumping gryphon cock deep between his cheeks. He wasn't even moaning anymore. It was more like a gurgle escaping his throat as he felt the taste of Xavier's essence flowing right through his entire body.

Eventually he found himself gargling the taste of the breeder-beast's own precum. It mixed in with his saliva as if to replace it, somehow shooting right through the girly buck's entire body to drip down from his lips, sloshing, trickling, thickening. Soon it wasn't so much dripping as it was spurting out, every flex of Xavier's hefty dick sending a pump of pressure through the doeboi's body, leaving him thumping to the steady rhythm of the beast's heart. It beat fast but surprisingly calm for a moment of such passion, such intensity. Lawrence felt himself growing more and more synchronized with the gryphon's body, sharing in his pleasure, in his delight at having something so soft and girly to rut and ruin. Those battering-ram thrusts of knot against his ass should have broken the buck, really. Yet for as rough as Xavier was being, all Lawrence felt was the sparks and crackles of those delightful tingles running over his skin. There simply had to be something magical about the gryphon, but he was in no state to determine what that might have been.

Getting wrecked like that meant Lawrence was hardly aware of what was going on around him. He didn't notice what was really happening until the process was already well along the way. It wasn't just a matter of going numb. His arms and legs were changing, pulling up closer and closer to that pounding cock, until he swore he could feel not just the pleasure of getting fucked, but the feeling of his own butt hugging tight around Xavier's inches. It was as if they'd somehow joined consciousnesses, he thought at first, but the reality was much simpler than that. The longer that lewd gryph rutted him, the more of him he claimed, transforming him, absorbing him, pulling him up into the thick violet shaft to become part of it. He'd already claimed most of Lawrence's legs, and his arms were sinking in to fatten up that gryphon girth, his body no longer bulging but melding with the fat cock inside him, letting it claim him from the inside. When his antlers clattered to the ground, falling from his head as if they were never attached in the first place, he opened his mouth to try to whimper, but all that came out was a splurch of excess pre-spunk flowing through his partly-fused cock-body.

Xavier rolled back onto his haunches for balance while he clutched his front foot tightly around his transformed shaft, squeezing the excess juices from his shaft, making them gush from the deer's gaping mouth to shoot up over feathers and fur alike. He pumped and stroked and jerked himself and Lawrence all at once as he grunted out, even snarled a little, letting that panther side come out and echo from his shiny beak. Lawrence could feel the glossy touch of that bird foot gliding along his every inch, massaging his body, letting him savour the feeling of his own form being rubbed and the pleasure Xavier was milking out of him. Double the sensations, double the stimulation, it was all leaving his mind swirling to the point of coming dangerously close to just overloading, sparking out right there in the gryphon's grasp. He wasn't yet fully absorbed. The violet flesh of Xavier's dick and the doeboi's natural markings mixed together in a swirl for the moment, the process still not completed, but the heat, the lust was building up such a powerful, pulsing peak, throbbing through the both of them at once, that Xavier couldn't hold back much longer.

"Nnnngh, yes. Nothing more for you to do now, Lawrence. Enjoy yourself. Join me in pumping out a nice, thick load of cum. Feel it surging through you as I make you part of my cock, like the good doe you are. So close, now ..."

Lawrence felt the pumping of those plump nuts pulling up all extra tight, felt the tension shaking through his form, and soon he got to experience what it was like to have an orgasm wash through not just his cock but through every single inch of his body, every fibre of his being, resonating out to his every nerve as he joined in with Xavier to enjoy the biggest cumshot he'd ever been a part of. He wanted to scream, but the best he could do was gurgle, feeling his transformed self bulging with the sheer volume of all that gryphon jizz rushing towards his open mouth. He was heaving all over, what remained of his muscular control making him clench down extra tight, bracing himself for the eruption that built up hot in the gryphon's big nuts, blasting forth into his mouth, letting him taste every single drop that poured through him. The blazing hot cream shot up through what used to be the buck's thighs and ass, his tummy, his chest, and finally came erupting as a gurgling SPURT straight out his mouth, painting the forest in the breeder's scent.

"Cah-caw! Yes, that's a good cock-doe. Pump it all out for me. Give me all your pleasure, and I'll give you mine. Yes, yes, good girl ..."

The taste got deeply imprinted on Lawrence's tongue as that cumshot continued, seemingly endless, hosing down everything in sight, creating a miniature flood of potent gryph-spunk all around Xavier.. It was thick and steaming hot, coming in pulses, in torrents, with every flex of that extra-heavy cock. There was nothing Lawrence could do but slowly sink beneath the waves of pleasure as ecstasy overtook every single part of him. Those swirls of the buck's markings vanished as if being painted over. The remnants of his features, of his shape, got slurped up into the gryphon's growing shaft, smoothly polished away until there wasn't a single bulge, a single trace. Only Lawrence's face remained, altered into the pointed shape of the gryph's cocktip. All went dark as Xavier fused those features with his shaft, letting the deer's tongue absorb into the inside, tasting the inner depths of that greedy dick with every single passing moment.

Xavier stroked that knotted dick until there was nothing left of the cute doeboi but for the extra inches, the added girth packed onto that already impressive shaft. Lawrence made it even bigger, even thicker, and helped to empty those big nuts that he'd so admired. There was no way for him to communicate, nor move, but he remained entirely conscious, feeling every single little touch. Every little thump that ran through the gryph's cock as that orgasm ceased was something that made the former buck moan internally, trapped in a prison of pleasure, indulging in everything that horny bird wanted to do. That meant he couldn't protect himself from those teases, those squeezes, those slippery strokes of that cum-soaked shaft. Maybe his own pleasure radiated outwards to make that dick tremble when Xavier dipped his beak down and gave his own messy shaft a few licks with his firm, dexterous tongue. He liked to hope so.

What was even more unexpected was how well he could hear the gryphon's words. He wasn't sure if it was Xavier's thoughts or his actual voice, but nonetheless, he spoke clearly to the transformed buck.

"My my. Perhaps I got a touch carried away. But who could resist such a cutie like you? Was I to let you go, so that you might fall into the clutches of some other lusty beast? Certainly not."

He lightly chuckled, running the blunt side of a talon carefully along the length of his prey-enhanced shaft. The twitches that it gave were something like a shiver, helping the buck blend in with his lust, keeping that dick plump and hard despite such an explosive release.

"Once I started, I knew I couldn't stop. One look at you, and I didn't just want you for a night. I needed to keep you, for good, one way or another. Such a lovely thing like you deserves to be taken away by a proper stud, don't you agree?" He licked along the edges of his beak, adding some extra sheen. "How do you like being a nice fat gryph cock, Lawrence? You are certainly lucky that I did not go with my first instinct of devouring you. And just think of all the breeding we are going to get to enjoy together, hmm?"

Lawrence of course had no way of answering, unless the gryph could somehow read his thoughts. Of course there was some small, coherent part of him that was outraged, humiliated to be permanently transformed into nothing more than a few extra inches of girthy gryph meat. Yet when he felt Xavier dip down to slip his own shaft into his beak, carefully kneading it and slurping over all the added padding, the new weight and heft, overwhelming Lawrence's remaining senses with the stimulation of all that admiration, the dick-doe knew he was ready to accept it. He was going to be part of a true stud, of a great big stallion of a gryphon, and he was going to help him sire no doubt a countless number of offspring.

The tension in that cock never went away, even when he was ready to submit, to accept his new circumstances. Xavier was hard, thumping against this smooth-furred belly, still desperately in need of someone to empty his balls into. In time, that desire became the deer's own, multiplying over and over again, blending together, letting him blaze with the silent need to be inside someone, to get that pulsing prick buried somewhere warm. He radiated his need up to the gryphon, communicating in the only way he was capable anymore, and he felt that message spreading to the gryphon's fattened balls. They were heavy, sagging, sloshing with all the extra seed that weighed them down. Maybe some of that nut-stuffing jizz making him twitch and caw with lust was thanks to Lawrence, all that absorbed doeboi that he hadn't added to his own dick. The deer was going to get to feel the gryphon cumming him out soon.

"I shall keep your pretty antlers for a trophy, I think. Perhaps they shall go up in a favourite tree of mine for all to see? I will think about that later, because, ahh ..." He sniffed at the air and then gave an extended sigh. "There's a scent on the wind I simply must pursue. I sense a needy kitty in my forest. Come help me claim her, won't you Lawrence?"

He had no choice but to agree to that. The extent of the former deer's own awareness was somewhat limited, but he was pretty certain they were moving. He couldn't see, nor did he have much of a sense of where they were going. Time was hard to guess at too. All he knew was that eventually, Xavier found someone nice and warm to pin down beneath his bulk, that they were soft, fluffy, and they rumbled in such a pleasant way against the gryphon's prey-enhanced cock. Lawrence could hear Xavier's voice but not hers.

"There you are, Mahiri. I could tell you were in heat before you even entered my domain."

He chuckled at her apparent response.

"Wherever I want it to be, of course. No more questions. It's time to breed a pretty pussy."

Those rumbles only got more intense as Xavier slipped his cock between a pair of feline thighs. Lawrence couldn't see the spotty cat, but he knew her name. He was just going to have to imagine how she looked, all sprawled out in aching, rowling heat, desperate for a suitably studly breeder-bird to knock her up, no matter the consequences. He could feel the feral need thrumming through the gryphon's cock, just as it emanated from the lusty leopardess. She was so very warm, impossibly wet, clenching up tightly around the very first inch of Xavier's transformed dick as she pushed it past those puffy folds, letting her squeeze up around his slathered dick as if not to allow another inch. Only with enough grinding against her cunt did he finally have full access to sink deep into her body, to kiss her womb and spurt his precum inside her, to grind along her every single sensitive spot with his mercilessly stimulating barbs. And there was Lawrence caught up between them both, enduring each and every one of Mahiri's clenches, every pulse of Xavier's need, every tight squeeze of his nuts pulling up to his body, churning up a massive cumshot that loomed closer and closer for every thrust he plunged into her writhing, flexing, convulsing body. Lawrence couldn't hear the yowls screeching from her throat, but he could feel them resonate through the gryphon's girth as he fucked her stupid with that transformed doeboi. She probably didn't even know he was there, enjoying every slick slide in and out of her vise-tight pussy.

The sloppy rut plapped on with every smack of Xavier's plumped-up nuts against Mahiri's spotty rump. He fucked her like the beast he was, plowing into her with those wild, uncontrolled thrusts, hammering towards her needy womb while she trembled in his clutches. Soon she wasn't just kneading around the gryph's cock, but giving sudden, violent spasms that left Lawrence moaning internally. He could feel it building, feel those veins flexing, that knot bulging, ramming, and then finally plowing its way home to lock inside the leopard's pussy. That doe-plumped gryph dick locked tight inside the heated kitty's sex, keeping her in place for that fat load. Lawrence felt it building, blazing, pumping up from those heavy panther nuts and surging forth through the shaft he had become, flooding him in unceasing, mind-blanking ecstasy as he drenched the kitty's womb.

With that leopardess in aching, screaming season, there was no doubt Xavier was putting some gryphcats inside her, breeding her up over and over thanks to all the jizz that Lawrence had helped produce. The studgryph made that belly sag and slosh with fresh, creamy spunk, bloated her, flooded her ovaries, and the captive buck was right there along for the ride. He felt that cum splash back over the many inches of solid, throbbing cock, felt it sealed inside by that massive knot, and soon he was left to simmer and marinate in the warmth of Mahiri's overloaded confines, enjoying her soothed, shattered rumbles, her idle squeezing and squirming, her puffing breath shaking through her entire form.

That was exactly where they were going to stay for a while. Xavier pulled the leopard close, clutching her in his talons, preening her crimson locks with his beak. She purred against his belly as she rubbed her stretched out middle. It looked like she was already pregnant a dozen times over, rounded out like a spotty balloon, faintly mewling amid her purrs as she stayed stuck on the gryph's knot, cuddling up to his underside, giving him and Lawrence alike the occasional squeeze. All seemed quiet for a while, until that bulb gave a particularly insistent pulse from all the kneading, leading to the gryph suddenly snatching hold of the squirming cat, roughly yanking back, making her scream into the night as he seized his knot right back from her drenched depths. He still had more to give, another pumping, throbbing, richly heated cumshot shooting through his cock, gushing all over the soft cat's swollen body. Lawrence could only imagine how she must have looked painted, slathered, absolutely drowned in freshly-made gryphon cum. He hosed her down until she vanished beneath the flood, completely white, squirming about in a growing puddle of steaming jizz while that mess clung to her every spotty curve.

There was silence for a time. The feline must have been saying something eventually, because Lawrence heard the gryph chuckle.

"Oh yes. All thanks to a lovely friend. I hope he enjoyed that just as much as I did. Here, come close. Say hello."

Lawrence remained only semi-aware of his surroundings, but there was no doubt about the pair of lips he felt pressed to his transformed self. The leopard kissed her way up and down the gryphon's cock, laying her purring self against his balls, sharing those vibrations with Xavier's permanent captive, his new resident. The massaging, kneading grip felt so intense, even with just a few touches. When Mahiri got her tongue into the mix, cleaning the juicy mess from that spunk-smeared shaft, Lawrence couldn't take it anymore. It was too good, too stimulating, that tingly tongue lapping up and down that rigid spire leaving the deer crying out in silence, forced to endure every single stroke of her rough slurper. It was all enough to leave the gryphon solid, pumping, knot swelling out like a great big fist all over again. Lawrence was a prisoner in Xavier's body, and he could only relax and listen to the gryphon's words, knowing that he was going to have to get used to this new life, this new helpless existence as a vessel only for giving and receiving pleasure.

"Why yes, I would certainly be up for a second round. And I'm sure you would be too, wouldn't you Lawrence? After this, I think we should pay a visit to some good friends of mine. I'm merely getting started tonight."