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It was an exclusive offer that didn't come often. So he had heard anyway. Sparhawk found himself standing in front of the stables that were going to be his new workplace if all went well. Did it count as a workplace when he was the one people would be tending to? He never expected to get such an offer. He was just a gryphon, one who didn't advertise his inner desires in any obvious way, far too nervous about expressing such things publicly. Maybe this was finally his chance to break out of that steady but boring working lifestyle and really explore who he was - or who he wanted to be. That was all, of course, assuming the interview went well. He was going to have to step inside first, lest he end up being late for his first impression.

Inside was much more sweet-smelling than he expected a stable to be. There were perfumes and other pleasant aromas wafting about, as well as some enticing pheromones floating through the air. Somehow that barn was even bigger on the inside than the outside. It felt like some sort of optical illusion, just seeing the pens stretching on and on, some of them empty, some of them packed with quadrupedal creatures, most of them gryphs like him, along with a few hippogriffs and other hybrids. He felt terribly plain compared to them, walking around on two legs, but he knew the stories. A little work and a little transformation he'd be just as elegant as the rest of them, with time. That hardly seemed possible, seeing them trotting about their pens so confidently, arching their backs and necks, raising the tails. The temptation to stop and stare was overwhelming but he knew Mira was waiting for him.

She was a lovely, curvy pantheress who was plenty worth staring at even with all the exotic sighs around her. She stood waiting by an empty pen wearing a gentle smile. It helped soothe his inner worries at a mere glance, as did the rumble of greeting she gave him. He wondered if that was intentional, or just a cat thing. Before she said anything, she stepped up close to him, then did a few circles around him, just looking him up and down. Now and then he felt her soft touches along his sides, on his shoulders. A little nudging got him to raise his arms up for her, to tip his head back, and otherwise let her get a full look at what he had to offer. It was enough to make him blush, but her steady purring assured him everything was fine, he didn't have to worry about a single thing. When she was done, she stepped back in front of him and offered him her hand.

"Hiya! I'm Mira, but you probably knew that. You must be Sparhawk. Thanks for coming out to the stable today!"

"Um, yeah, you're welcome!" Trying to keep up with her enthusiasm was difficult, but he did his best, shaking her hand softly but firmly, in that way he was supposed to.

"You probably have a million questions. First off - you're totally hired if you want it. So don't worry about that. Interview passed."

The weight that came off his chest was only apparent when he noticed his absence. He was prepared for the whole process, all the questions and eye contact and pressure. Instead, it was down to just a quick look and done. He sighed, and let himself actually smile for once. Though he was a bit more uncertain when he saw her produce a large clipboard from a nearby table. There were a lot of papers there, a lot of fine print to sort through. She licked a finger and flipped the page up, writing down something he didn't see.

"Alright, so ... lemme run everything by you before you think about signing anything. It's a lot, so just bear with me and try your best to listen. It's important you know what you're getting into!"

Scanning up and down the page with her finger, she hmmed and muttered to herself for a few seconds while Sparhawk just stood at the ready, waiting for the info dump.

"Okay. Here we go." Mira perked up, and gave her tail another swish. "First off, you probably wanna know the pay, so have a look right here ... "

She turned the clipboard around. Sparhawk took a good look at that number, feeling like his eyes had become dollar signs. Not bad, not bad at all, and it only got better if he did well. That was enough to hook him right there, but it only got better.

"So, of course, you'll be on four legs for the whole duration of your employment. No going back unless you quit or retire! Or get let go but don't worry about that, I'm sure you'll do great!"

He was already picturing it, already caught up in the dream-come-true laid out before him. Such a form was precisely what he'd always wanted to take, just to feel more comfortable in his own body. There were plenty more words coming out of Mira's mouth, but he was unfortunately gone, completely caught up in the delight that came with trying to imagine what his new form might look like. It was enough to leave him blinking and visibly confused when he realized just how much he'd missed. The expression must have been obvious, because the pantheress gave him a sweet laugh.

"Whoops, am I going too fast? Lots of this is just legal stuff, you know how it is. But, exciting, right? How does it sound so far?"

He tried to think of the proper words to express just how interested in this offer he was. They didn't come. Instead, he kept it simple.

"I accept."

That made Mira grin broadly, showing off those fangs, even if it did make her wave a finger at him.

"Ooh, well! You gotta listen to the rest before you say yes, technically, but I'm really excited to work with you! Did I mention I'm going to be your trainer? I probably should have mentioned that."

That just made him perk up all the more. Soon, it wasn't uncertainty that had him squirming on the spot. Pure excitement flowed through his veins to such an extent that he felt like he could just float away. Mira got through the last of the terms, and eventually offered him a contract and a pen. He didn't even read it. Someone as nice as her wouldn't trick him with some hidden clause, he was pretty sure. Scrawling his signature made her swish her tail, her violet eyes bright with excitement of her own. Knowing she was just as happy as him about his new employment just made him all the more convinced he'd made the right choice. They stood locking gazes for a time, and he half wondered if she was about to go in for a kiss. Instead, she took him by the wrist and led him along all excitedly, swishing her tail wildly enough it whapped against his hip as they went.

"Perfect! Let's get you collared up!"

Oh, so that was the part he missed. Well, it didn't sound bad to him. They made their way through the stables, which was a hell of a tour through the various showbirds who were going to be his ... coworkers? Stablemates? He could think of that later. All the walking eventually led them down to what looked like an old medieval forge, one located in the basement of the big structure. A burly bull stood sweating in an apron, wiping his brow as they entered. He was just putting the apparent finishing touches on a large, black collar. It looked like it was made of pure metal at first glance, a smooth, polished shackle of sorts, but by the flexibility it displayed when the bull lifted and bent it around, it wasn't going to be uncomfortable. It had a tag dangling from the front. Sparhawk saw his name there, though he had to wonder about the size. It looked large enough to fit around his waist, so he didn't see how he was going to wear it. Mira didn't comment further, just taking that heavy piece of jewelry and nodding her approval to the blacksmith, leading Sparhawk right back up the way he came. This time, she was moving even faster, and the gryphon was puffing just keeping up with her.

He was a little out of the loop and wishing he'd managed to listen a little better, but by the time they got back to that empty stable she made it simple enough. A tap on the shoulder made it seem like she was knighting him, something made even more apparent by her instructions.

"Kneel down and we're ready to go!"

He knelt, not sure what exactly was happening, but trusting her completely. She eased his head down for it and slipped it over his neck, letting it rest against his shoulders. Something went click, though it didn't constrict around him, simply locking firmly into place. He tugged it a few times and found himself confused on what he was supposed to be feeling, right up until the moment he felt it. And did he ever feel it. The stretching, the expanding, the crackle of his joints rearranging. It might have been painful if he had time to process any of it, but it all happened so fast he couldn't even properly comprehend it. That was probably for the best. Transformation could be an alarming thing in-progress, but the end result was he was filling out that collar much better, feeling it snug around his neck, then a little more snug, leaving him concerned that it might choke him. The transformation ceased just in time to avoid that. His hands dropped down to the floor in the form of paws instead, and everything became heavier, all stretched out, leaving him awkwardly wobbling there like a new colt. His clothes were left in ribbons on the floor of the stable, discarded and gone, no longer needed. By the delighted look shining on Mira's face, everything was proceeding just fine.

"Ooh, you look amazing, Sparhawk! Come here, have a look at yourself!"

She patted him on the beak and then darted past his newly enhanced form, suddenly dwarfed by his impressive size. He was roughly the height and heft of a horse, but with a certainly feline elegance that remained. It took a little adjusting to get used to moving on four legs, but a certain tingling sense of euphoria flowed through him as he found it coming with surprising ease. Just a few steps across the stables and he found himself standing in front of a large, room-sized mirror. But was it even he anymore? A look up and down those newly feralized features was striking enough, but even more impressive was the realization of what was now on full display. A spin of hindquarters, and Sparhawk saw the new arrangement of those gryph genitals. A thick sack, a sheath, as before, but above those there was a smooth, feminine slit, and on her underside and somewhere around her chest level alike, some tender nipples. A fine, hybridized form like that meant Sparhawk was free to shake things up, to reconsider how to identify - and she knew she'd be so much happier being free of being so simply masculine, free to express and speak however she wanted.

Speak! Could she still do that? She found herself fumbling through some avian sounds, finding them sharper, more powerful than ever before, but eventually she got her voice out. It was soft, more feminine than it had been when she was still on two legs. She liked it.

"Oh! It's ... it's wonderful! Is this really the new me? To keep?"

Mira giggled and patted the newly quadruped gryph on the shoulder. "Of course it is! For as long as you're here as a showbird, this is you! And it's my job to teach you how to use that gorgeous new body of yours! How's that sound?"

"It's everything I wanted ..." Sparhawk murmured, unable to keep the emotion from entering her voice.

"And it gets better! I'll let you rest and get used to your look for now. But tomorrow morning, it's training time!"

"I ... I look forward to that, Mira. I'll do my best."

"And you'll ace it. You're going to be a star bird, Sparhawk!"

She gave her another purr then led that new beast over to her stable, which was plenty spacious and cozy. Sparhawk could still feel that sensation. It danced through her nerves, it played through her enhanced senses, it made her twitch her tail. Something about it was a little arousing, too. She felt her sheath twitching, a sizable shaft filling it out, but not fully extending just yet. Along with that came the warmth and wetness of her sex stirring for the first time. Oh, what a majestic feeling. She lusted to use her new body on someone, and her mind strayed briefly to the memory of her new trainer, that lovely, cushy leopardess all sleek and black and busty. Something told her she was going to greatly enjoy working with Mira in the weeks to come.

The next few days rolled by swiftly as Sparhawk practised using that new body of hers. Sometimes she simply paced around her expansive pen, sometimes she trotted, or stretched, performing something like a quadruped version of yoga. She lived, she fed, she bathed, she slept - it was a simple existence, but that was only for the training period. There was still so much to learn about using her new body before she wandered off on her own. Mira visited plenty to check in on her, making sure everything was right. Her presence was always a welcome one, bringing plenty of reassurances and words of encouragement whenever she was around. That, and little twinges of arousal. Sparhawk might have suppressed such urges at other times, back when she walked on two legs, but her new form gave her the kind of confidence to freely display that swelling sheath whenever the big cat was around. Mira didn't seem to mind. Sparhawk swore she even encouraged it somehow, even if she hadn't acknowledged such a display just yet. It was all in those flirty expressions.

It wasn't until the third day that they actually did any training. Mira showed up with a large bridle, one seemingly custom-made for Sparhawk's head and beak. Neither of them said a word as she stepped close and started fastening it to the gryph. A little tug at the attached reins was enough to get that new quad moving. There was no need to be rough or forceful. The lightest direction, and she followed. She might have towered over that black cat, but Mira was in control, in her own gentle way. Sparhawk paced with only slight uncertainty as Mira led her, eventually emerging into the light of the enormous arena just beside the barn. There were plenty of other birds there, many of them already actively in the process of being trained. She couldn't help but scan over them just to see how they were doing. Some paced confidently around like they had always held that form, trotting with a proud strut, their heads held high. Others were shaky and awkward, barely able to move in a straight line as they adjusted to their new transformations. Some of them weren't going to make it all the way to the performance without being changed back and thanked for their service, but Sparhawk was determined. She wasn't going to let Mira down.

In some cases, she couldn't help but notice just how intimate some of the birds were getting with their trainers. There was probably nothing wrong with that. They were all people too. And it was all done in such a casual way as to seem almost like part of the training. Gryphs stood tall while their trainers massaged their genitals, working them up and getting them off. Such a methodical process fascinated Sparhawk, but she kept most of her attention on Mira. This time, she wasn't going to tune out while the cat talked, lest she miss some important information again. No, she was prepared to serve and perform to the best of her new abilities, no matter what was expected from her.

"Okay! So, first, I just want to watch you walk ..." Mira said, giving those reins another tug.

They'd already done plenty of walking, but this time she moved faster. Sparhawk concentrated hard to keep from tripping over her new limbs. That meant she had her head down all the while, just watching her paws coming down with an uncertain gait. Mira let her keep going for a while before stopping her abruptly and moving close to offer her own corrections.

"Hmmm. Just a few tips for you! Let me show you something."

Mira never dropped the reins as she moved around Sparhawk's body, pressing on various parts of her. First, she put her hands under the gryph's chin, helping point it upwards. A few tugs and she made sure Sparhawk held that proud-pose, one made even more impressive once she helped her trainee straighten out her spine. Just taking that position, paws planted, back firm, head held high, and Sparhawk felt immediately more confident.

"See, there you go! Some small adjustments and you're looking like a proper showbird already. You've got so much potential, Sparhawk!"

She wasn't sure if she was supposed to speak during all this, but she cleared her throat to risk it.

"Only because I have such a good trainer."

"Hee, you flatterer. Now shh shh. We'll chat later. This is all about being the beast you can be."

A slight blush came over Sparhawk, though Mira didn't chastise her for the small mistake. Instead, that eager cat just moved around back and grabbed her by the tail. That ensured the gryph was blushing all the more beneath the feathers, hidden but radiating heat nonetheless. She had to suppress a birdish squeak when she felt the tug. It was the most insistent she'd been yet, but she still wasn't being harsh or anything. She just had to push past the natural resistance that came when Sparhawk reflexively tried to lower her tail back down just to keep herself decent in front of the other gryphons. But it wasn't like many of them were making the same efforts. They showed off proudly, and it seemed, Sparhawk was going to have to learn to do the same. She felt the air over her sheath, her balls, her new pussy, and she stood up straight to let Mira examine her with those tender touches.

"Mmm. You really took wonderfully to the transformation. Such an impressive set! You're going to want to know how to show those off too. Sometimes you gotta get it out for hours, and that can make you sore, until you get used to it. So let's start now ..."

The first few rubs made Sparhawk jolt a little, a squawk escaping her as her posture broke for a few seconds. She got better, maintaining her focus, standing straight even while the pleasure and arousal came heavy from those massaging strokes. It didn't help that Mira was purring away the whole time. Sparhawk could feel it in her fingertips as they went gliding up and down her sheath, helping rub out that extra-plump, transformed cock of hers. More size, more girth, a big fat knot that was already swelling out beyond fist-sized, and topped off with some extra-stimulating textures, it was truly an impressive specimen. Even if she wasn't entirely sure how to use it on someone yet. That part could come later. For now, all she had to do was savour the feeling of her trainer rubbing her rock to full, leaving her throbbing so hard precum was pouring down the back of her hind legs in thin, high-pressure spurts. It was enough to make one of her legs twitch and stomp, but she did her best to endure. How she was supposed to hold that for minutes at a time, she had no idea. Seconds alone proved to be almost unbearable, leaving her clenching her beak, half-lidding her eyes, flattening her ears as she struggled not to just blow a load right then and there. It occurred to her that it had been days since she'd had any release.

Mira softly laughed at that display of desire once she got that slick dick nice and hard.

"Okay, well, this doesn't count. You're all pent up! Don't worry, it'll be easier as you get used to it."

Despite the calming words, she didn't relent. It wasn't just Sparhawk's cock that she tended to. That new pussy was incredibly sensitive, as she soon discovered when the pantheress stroked those tender outer lips. A sleek streak along her folds was enough to make the gryph squawk again. She'd just have to work on that, but she was allowed to enjoy herself at least a little, right? Her hindquarters twitched, her legs buckling briefly as she clenched on those fingers, feeling them ever so slowly slipping inside her. The blazing inner heat was such a new, exciting sensation, and soon she was absolutely soaking. Every touch made for a juicy squelch as Mira delved inside her, placing a whole hand within that big gryph pussy so she could massage from the inside. Sparhawk could feel the buildup of a whole new pleasure, of a climax unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, but she wasn't ready to go off, not yet. It was going to take a good, deep rutting to accomplish that. Maybe if she proved herself a talented showbird, she'd get properly bred, like she'd always wanted to be.

There was more rubbing to do, even still. Those twin sexes were already swollen, tender, ever so sensitive, but Mira found another place to massage and arouse as she dipped down lower, lowering her head so Sparhawk could feel the cat's warm breath on her balls. Ever so close to having a taste, and yet remaining right where she was. A true professional. Mira worked along the gryph's underside to stroke and squeeze at those new nipples. They were dormant at first, but in time, they reacted, as if by magic. Mira'a touches made them firm, made them swell, slowly working those small nubs into something more. Sparhawk's flattened ears pointed straight up again at the curious sensation. A plump pair of crotchtits, as they might have been called, like a hefty udder formed there just beneath her balls thanks to all the pleasurable attention. One pair and then another, making the sights beneath her tail all the more tantalizing. They were snug beneath Sparhawk's balls, and yet Mira still wasn't done. She moved upwards, and then around to the side, stroking her way to the gryph's chest. Once she got to that fluffy spot where the other set of nips had appeared, she worked her hands in deep, kneading with expertise. Another set, swelling, filling, plumping up from the stimulation around where they might have been on an anthro ensured she was even more endowed, jiggling with even the smallest movements. Mira squeezed them and got a groan from her trainee, the gryph slowly rolling her shoulders and grinding into those touches. Maybe not the most professional, but she couldn't help herself. It was still just day one of training anyway.

Once Sparhawk was fully aroused, aching with lust, Mira took her by the reins again to lead her around the arena. With her tail up and her head held high, the gryph felt herself flooded with all the good feelings, all the confidence and euphoria at being such an exotic, enticing creature helping her keep her steps even and steady. No matter how horny she might have been, those good feelings won out, keeping her focused and correcting the errors in her posture without her even having to think about it. Back and forth they went, showing off to all the other gryphs and trainers alike, until Mira finally turned back to her with the kindest of grins. Her eyes were glimmering with elation, and she leaned in to give Sparhawk a big hug right around the neck. The gryph wasn't sure if she should hug back or not, so she just stood there looking proud and noble while the cat purred on her.

"You're learning so quickly!" Mira exclaimed once she slipped out of that embrace. "I'm so excited for you! They're going to love you at the show. But!"

She stabbed a finger in the air and took on a more determined pose, one hand on her hip.

"We've still got plenty of work to do! So, get some rest, birdy! I'll wake you up tomorrow when it's time for more."

The only thing Sparhawk was uncertain of was what to do about all that arousal that had washed over her. Mira made no offer to help her with it. Maybe it just wasn't time yet. She simply followed her trainer back to the stables, throbbing all the way, watching that swishing tail and wondering. Was it allowed? Was it appropriate? She doubted many could resist lusting after such a thick-set cat, but she was her trainer. All she could do was let those thoughts slowly fade from her mind, her cock softening by the time they got back to her pen, the heat in her pussy lessening but never fully doused. Her breasts didn't get any smaller. They remained snug there on her underbelly, jiggling with every little movement. But, for the moment, she'd managed to hold off. That meant one more day without cumming, one more day being pent up and craving the release her body called for, but she was determined to be a good showbird. If that meant holding back a little longer, then she was going to do it.

The days went by with plenty more training, and she could only feel herself improving and improving. She worked on perfecting that confident trot, letting the newfound pride in her appearance guide her while Mira led her around the arena. She leapt over obstacles without ever losing her stride, even if it meant jiggling those new gryphtits all around. Even the arousing parts were getting easier to endure. She couldn't tell if Mira enjoyed that part or not. She was so nonchalant about it on the one hand, simply working that sheath and pussy to full lust without breaking her focus, but the way she rumbled through it meant she seemed to consider it at least a little intimate. Sparhawk still hadn't actually had an orgasm in her new form yet. She craved it, sometimes to the point she was tempted in her stable to just stretch herself around and lick herself to a peak, holding off meant she could be even harder, even wetter while she showed off for the imaginary audience. Just thinking about those stands being packed with observers someday might have made her anxious in a previous time, but now, it brought her nothing but anticipation. She wanted them to see. All of them.

Of course, she wasn't completely confined to the stables the whole time. She was more than permitted to wander out into the wilderness, or even to the town, though she kept mainly to the trees and paths around the nearby lake. For one, she didn't feel any particular need to go out there and interact with other people just yet. Not until her training was complete. And besides, it wasn't going to work anyway. As soon as she stepped out of the training grounds, off of company property, something in her collar triggered and her voice faded away in favour of simple avian vocalizations. She could screech and squeak all she liked, but speaking was reserved for when she was at home. That was fine with her. It meant she could better get in touch with nature, strolling through the trees, ignoring the paths in favour of making her own way around, or even spreading her wings and swooping to the skies to survey the surroundings in her new shape. The exhilaration of flight had never been greater, her wider wingspan allowing her to ascend higher than ever before, swimming through the misty clouds, observing rainstorms from above. In the end, she always returned to her stable, refreshed and ready to work again.

A few weeks of that had her convinced she'd made the best decision of her life. It occurred to her one night she hadn't actually informed her previous job she was quitting, but she didn't care. This was her life now, and it paid so much better too. She could feel herself improving, feel herself taking control of her new body, mastering her own movement. Mira was ever encouraging, always rumbling and swishing her approval whenever she saw signs of getting better. She was there almost every morning but for one rest day, helping to train her gait, her confidence, and temper her stamina. What had once been a strain, even an ache to maintain soon came as casual as could be. Sparhawk could keep herself calm even while fully engorged, proudly showing off her enhanced genitals to the whole arena. Knowing everyone could see just made her all the more excited, for once. She couldn't wait for the big show. But she had one more performance to get through before then.

Normally, she was used to seeing Mira in the morning and not before. Having the pantheress come to her stable at night was such a break in routine that it left Sparhawk slightly thrown off. The cat wasn't dressed in her usual training clothes either. No shorts, no uniform, she wore just a tied robe as she stood before the gate. Then, once she was through and closed it behind her, she let it fall open to expose her naked spots beneath. Sparhawk had been admiring that figure of hers ever since they first met - chubby, soft, ever so curvy. Seeing her bare for the first time was enough to leave her flagging her tail, swelling her sheath, putting her warmth into the air. Mira was rumbling, quite possibly deeper than she ever had before. She approached with that characteristic swish of her tail and just laid a smooch on the gryphons beak, nuzzling cheek to cheek for a while. Then she spoke, her voice soft.

"I'll have you know, everyone's really impressed with you. I think you're going to get a lot of breeding requests once you go out there and really show off. It's not long now. But I was hoping we could share a night before then ..."

She looked up with that distinct, gleaming smile of hers, and went on.

"You've certainly earned it by now. And hey, I think I have too by now! I'm doing a good job!"

All the training, all the confidence, and Sparhawk was over the blushy response by then. Just one more time, for this special occasion then. She spoke softly, covertly, making sure none of the other gryphs overheard.

"Is that ... allowed?"

"Of course it's allowed. You're off the clock! You can do whatever you want! And ..." She'd been nothing but bright and cheery since they first met, so seeing her waver even for a moment was a little upsetting for Sparhawk. "I was hoping you might want what I want ..."

Suddenly, it was Sparhawk's turn to be the confident one, to take the figurative reins. She summoned up all that accumulated confidence

"I want you, Mira."

"Ooooh, Sparhawk ..." came the feline's sultry moan as she nuzzled up against those warm feathers. "Take me. Breed me. Just let those instincts take over ... they'll know what to do."

That was all she needed to hear. Sparhawk's body responded to that urging. It was like she felt all that patience, all that pent-up desire come out at once. Her cock swelled and pushed forth in full. Her sex was soaking, even if she wasn't going to tend to it just yet. Every throb sent a pulse through her whole body as lust possessed her, taking over every nerve, every impulse from her mind. Her thoughts themselves went as if blank, making room for pure instinct. She reached up to gently nudge that robe all the way off of Mira's shoulders, fully exposing that sleek, black-furred body to the gryphon she'd so expertly trained. There was no more work to be done, no more discipline needed. The both of them were finally ready to simply cut loose, to let it all out, to give in to those desires they'd kept so professionally pent up for so long. They were both off the clock, as Mira said. This wasn't work anymore. It was play.

That was precisely how Sparhawk treated that soft cat. She snatched her with those front paws, dragging her to the straw, but being careful not to hurt her. If Mira wanted the beast inside Sparhawk to come out, she was going to get it. That meant wrestling with her, toying with her, squishing her with those new paws. The pantheress liked those enough to lick them, kiss them, even suck on one of those toes a while. That left the gryph snorting her pleasure, tossing her head, ruffling her feathers. She was throbbing, dripping precum to the ground, right between Mira's own paws. That attention was pleasant, as was the feeling of squishing her pawpads over the panther's face warmly, immersing her in those soft paws, but she knew she needed more. She wanted to fuck, to breed, to show her trainer just how worked up she'd been for the past few weeks. Sparhawk would have been lying if she said she'd never thought of this exact scenario, on some of those warm, flustered nights.

Her body knew exactly what to do. She manipulated Mira's body to make sure she was in just the right position, and the pantheress did the rest. That black cat was down on all fours, her palms planted, her back arched, tail up and curled to present that sleek, sweltering pussy to the beast above her. Sparhawk first went in for a deep lick, drawing her tongue smoothly along the folds of Mira's sex, getting herself inundated on the flavour. Such a spice, that intense feline heat wafting through her senses, driving her deep into those gryphon instincts. She could only stand it for so long. That squirming cat, moaning, mrowling, dripping for her, she was driving Sparhawk feral. A leap, and she got into a proper mounting position. She was hardly thinking about her own movements, about the mechanics of it all. All that mattered to her was pure, blazing sensation, and sating that need inside her. She'd been waiting so long for this.

The whole stable was going to know what they were up to before long. Mira was a noisy kitty, yowling out as Sparhawk penetrated her with that hefty endowment. The gryph sank deep inside her soaking sex, almost bottoming out completely before she hit the panther's limit. That was close enough to slap her balls against that fine spotty ass while she pulled back and started pumping. They were hardly making love so much as they were mating, breeding like beasts, their bodies grinding together in feral courtship while juices trickled down the black cat's thick thighs. A few thrusts and they were already making a mess of each other, soaking fur and feathers alike, the panther's body giving some merry jiggles the well-trained gryph let herself forget all about the discipline and self-control Mira had taught her over the past few weeks. It was time to break free and let her instincts take control, driving her from a slow, deep fuck to a pounding, rutting fury before long at all. For at least those blissful moments together, Mira was Sparhawk's hen to breed.

Those squishing paws made for a perfect soft pillow to pin the panther down for further fucking. By the noises she was making, she didn't mind if Sparhawk got rough with her. She must have needed this for just as long, maybe even longer. Two pent-up partners writhed and rubbed in the straw together, bouncing, thumping, grinding their bodies against each other, milking pleasure out of every single stroke into that smooth, slathered pussy. Sparhawk poured her precum into that ready womb, fully aware that she was driving her way towards a true breeding, towards knocking up her trainer with some hybrids. That thought certainly didn't stop her, nor did it make Mira buck back into her any less eagerly. They both wanted it. All that training, all that hard work, and Sparhawk's reward was to get that silky panther plump and pregnant. She couldn't have asked for more.

Moving as if to the beat of an unheard song, the gryph fucked the cat until Mira had no more breath left for yowling. She'd screamed herself hoarse, left flashing her teeth in raspy silence as the fleshy slap of gryphnuts against her backside drowned out all else. The slick schlick of Sparhawk's cock driving into Mira's pussy was plenty noisy too, schlorping every time she pulled back just to dive in again. Eventually, the black cat couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't hold back the flood of pleasure the gryph was ramming into her. A clenching, trembling rush to her peak, a shivering, shaking state that had her attempting to whimper, but finding her voice falling short. She'd already used up all her sounds. All she could do was gasp while her cunt clamped down tight around the details of Sparhawk's dick, ensuring she felt every single ridge, every bulging vein. It was enough to finally make her erupt, gushing out in squirting orgasm, finally managing a brief shriek before her throat went dry again. She milked and squeezed and worked that shaft inside her, all but demanding the gryph cum for her right that very moment. Even while rutting her silly, Sparhawk still had to follow her trainer's unspoken command.

Knowing full well that she was sealing the deal of their breeding, that the very first drop meant she was getting that soft cat pregnant, Sparhawk buried herself deep in that pantheress and let all the pressure loose at once, sinking her swollen knot smoothly past the slight resistance, locking the two of them together in that mating tie. There was no going back. The result was the hardest cumshot she'd ever had, exploding forth as a hot jet straight into Mira's womb. Plenty more ropes followed that, leaving her flooding Mira's womb and pussy alike, that engorged bulb keeping it all right inside. They didn't spill a drop. Mira got the full, engorging load of gryph cum until her belly was swollen and taut, jiggling like she was already pregnant with the burdensome weight of Sparhawk's pent-up cumshot. Her own climax just went on and on, fuelled by the warmth of the gryph's cum inside her, until she was pleasured numb, unable to do much more than to slump down and sprawl beneath Sparhawk while that big beast finished off inside her. That was exactly how they were going to stay for a good while, ensuring anyone who wandered by was going to see them stuck together, the big cat plump with cum.

After that successful breeding, flooded with all the feel-good chemicals she could possibly handle, Sparhawk was a little wobbly herself. Mira wasn't moving much, purring away beneath her and giving the occasional little giggle. Maybe she'd been fucked a little stupid, for a while. That just meant her gryph was going to have to take care of her. Sparhawk nestled down alongside her, cock still wedged inside, curling her up in the fluffy touch of her wings, pulling her close to her body. That was the perfect moment for some sleep, all snuggled together and smelling sweetly of sex. The big presentation was at noon the next day, but that hardly worried Sparhawk. As far as she was concerned, she'd already passed her final exam. The show was just going to be the ceremony to celebrate all she'd learned.

That sneaky cat must have slipped away in the night once that knot had softened, because when Sparhawk awoke, she'd returned with all the ribbons and bells she was going to need for the presentation. She wore her big smile as ever, and her belly had only shrunk a little. Even after pulling off, she was still sloshing, still jiggling. The whole crowd was going to know what they'd been up to, but her nonchalance about it meant Sparhawk didn't have to care either. It was back to her usual pleasantly professional side as if the previous night had never happened. Even if she was still carrying the gryph's scent, and seed too. She patted Sparhawk on the head to help awaken her, then set to decorating those feathers with the most elegant of adornments, as well as grooming her with a brush to make sure those feathers were as smooth and shiny as they could be. Her excitement was such that she was bouncing on her toes a little as she worked, but Sparhawk remained steady, firm, confident that she'd done everything she needed to prepare for the big moment. It was just a matter of letting Mira take those reins and lead her out into the open air, where the crowd awaited.

She was sort of hoping for an uproarious welcome, but there was far too much going on for them to fixate on just one gryphon arriving. That just meant she was going to have to make them pay attention to her. Mira sped up, leading her into a trot, and Sparhawk knew just what to do. She broke into her most elegant of gaits, head up high, tail flagged, sheath swelling. Even after that release the night before, she was easily able to show off her full arousal just by reliving those moments of ecstasy the night before. Rather than look to the audience for approval, she kept her eyes on Mira, and watching those curves swishing in front of her kept her hard, kept her wet, kept her showing off for all the many observers in the stands. They did a few laps together, and then it was time to leap some obstacles, to twist and wind some poles with feline grace. After that, Mira directed her to lower her head to the ground, rump up high in the air, slowly swaying, giving everyone a perfect view. She waited there, holding that position, showing off all she could offer while Mira had a conversation with someone just out of earshot. Then the cat returned, bending down to whisper something in the gryph's ear.

"Oh, it's even better than I'd hoped, Sparhawk! One of the wild gryphs has chosen you for a mare ... and he's, mmf, gosh ..."

She didn't even finish. Her own lust for the unseen partner overwhelmed her, and when he stepped into Sparhawk's view, she saw exactly why. That large, handsome corvid-cat was sleek all over, his fur and feathers shining in the sunlight, looking like a piece of sculpted midnight stepping out in front of her. Oh, and he was so much bigger than her. He sat proudly on his haunches before her, showing off that swollen violet shaft, those massive balls, letting her take in everything he had. Maybe it was finally time to drop the discipline and just be horny. As dignified as she'd learned to be, those desires had been working inside her for so long that she was ready to whimper, even beg for it, though that would surely be unnecessary. Fucking Mira might have taken care of one side of her desires, but there was still that other side, that puffy sex that trembled for a proper stud to satisfy her. Her heat screamed to her from within, ensuring she could think of nothing else while she eyed up that wild, glistening beast. She wasn't going to get used by one of the common trainees, no. A proud, ancient creature of the forest wanted her. And he was going to have her, right there in front of everyone, so they could all see what a good breeder she could be.

"Sparhawk, was it? Pleased to meet you indeed. I knew I wanted you ever since I first saw you training." For a wild beast, he had a surprisingly polite way about him, even charming. "Xavier, if you please. Now. Let's get a taste of you."

He slipped beneath her flagged tail, shadowing her with his bulk just by looming over her, but he didn't mount her yet. Instead, he pushed his beak to her sex, taking a breath of her desire and then a taste. Such fine work with that tongue too, precise, penetrating her deeply only to slip back out and slurp those soaking folds. All those weeks of holding back, of temperance and discipline, and suddenly it was unbearable. Just one good lick from the stud-gryph and she was in blazing heat, aching for a male to fill her, to fuck her and breed her like she always knew she wanted. Such a dream it was, to breed and be bred all in such a short span, and she couldn't have been more ready. Putting out her heat, her scent, her juices, she swished and rubbed back at that sweeping tongue, letting him taste the absolute ache within her until he drew back with a mild chuckle.

"They have been keeping you wet for a long time, haven't they? How long has it been since you've been fucked, dear hen?"

She couldn't even answer. All that came from her throat was a squeak of need, and that made him laugh again. He didn't need her to say anything, and he didn't keep her waiting. Mounting up over her in a single smooth motion, he soon had her pinned, a scaled foot on the back of her head to hold her in that position, rump high, pussy on display for his fat cock to grind and smear over, sharing in each other's juices. The rich warmth of breeding scent filled her senses, letting her know just how virile, how potent a male he truly was. Not a young gryph, nor a transformed one. He had always been this way, for many years, and with that experience came the confidence to pleasure her exactly how she needed. Once she felt his gently spined cock slipping smoothly into her sex, her mind went blank and she became nothing more than the peeping hen he needed, to fuck and fill for as long as he wanted, the centrepiece of the ongoing indulgence that was going on in the arena.

"Ahhh, yes, such a ripe gryph cunt you have ..." came his grunted compliment. "I'm going to enjoy giving you a clutch, Sparhawk."

His body soon moved with the kind of precision and power she could only dream of having. There was no training for that. He fucked like he'd mated a thousand times before. Maybe that was a conservative estimate. The pleasure surged with his every stroke, the mere act of thrusting like another orgasm being driven into her. Her body shook with ecstasy, twitching, trembling, clenching down on his cock like a winking marecunt. Her ribbons swished through the air, her adornments jingled and clattered. She bathed his underside in her horny juices, and he filled her with his own. His precum was potent enough to breed her, but of course it wasn't as sweet until he finished. Driving that whole spire deep within her warmth, he rutted her until his swollen knot kissed her pussy, giving it a few thuds to test just how elastic she was. Of course she was ready for it. She'd been ready for this since even long before her transformation. A firm thrust forward popped it inside with the lewdest of slick sounds. Ramming, rutting, and yet so carefully pleasuring her to ensure her first-ever female orgasm was more than just a squirt, more than a spark. It was a volcanic, mind-blowing release the likes of which she'd been waiting for not just for weeks, but her entire life.

That flexing, squeezing, drenching bliss only got better. That hardly seemed possible at the time, but the rush of warm gryph seed inside her ensured her orgasm was even richer, even hotter, leaving her whole hind end trembling as every muscle seemed to contract at once just to milk out all the pleasure she possibly could. Xavier gave her a nice swollen tummy in a matter of seconds, leaving her belly sagging to the dirt below as she swelled with his spunk, pumped full of potent gryph cum. That was the sort that many would have paid top dollar just to sample, but he gave it to her simply because he wanted to. All those perfect, handsome breeder genes were going to mix up with her own to create the finest of offspring, worthy of the show when their own time came. But she was hardly thinking about that while she came her brains out, reduced to a shrieking, drooling mess that squelched down into a puddle of Xavier's cum when he finished with her. Finally, her purpose had been fulfilled. Not just as an employee of the stable, but in general. She always knew she was meant for something just like this, and at last she carried the seed of male within her, ready to mother a whole legacy.

Once she'd recovered enough to be led back to her stable, she found herself swimming in a contented state, swishing her tail much like Mira tended to do. The pantheress kissed her on the beak and helped her out of those many ribbons and decorations, giving her the occasional rub on the engorged belly. Sparhawk couldn't help but reach up to stroke Mira's own. Neither of them were exactly gravid yet, but they were heavy with their breeding burdens, encumbered by the fertile seed inside them, knowing full well it was potent enough to take a dozen, a hundred times over.

"There are already so many more breeding requests coming in for you, Sparhawk. Cocks and hens alike. We're going to have such a wonderful career together. I knew I picked the right one. I just had a feeling."

Sparhawk nuzzled her kindly trainer, but she didn't say anything for the moment. There was no need. All that was required of her for a little while at least was to rest, and replace the swelling of her belly with the gradual growth of the offspring of the stud who'd given her the first vaginal orgasm she'd ever experienced. Not that there wouldn't be more. Many more, from many breeders. And that certainly wasn't going to be her last encounter with Xavier, either. Nor would it be her and Mira's last roll in the hay, so to speak. She was going to need a nap just to reserve the energy. There was so much more to come.

It was after a decade of showings and breedings that Sparhawk finally began to tire. It was time to consider settling down with her earnings, an early retirement by anthro standards perhaps, but a career well spent for the stable gryphons. She expected something more of a ceremony when it came time to remove that collar, but it was a simple matter of snipping it with an impressive pair of shears, and letting the magic wear off. Mira stood by the whole time, offering silent comfort with her presence. It would have been a lie if Sparhawk said she wasn't emotional. All that time in that lovely form, transformed and elegant, and she was going to find it so mundane going back to being he again. Except, that wasn't the case at all. She got to keep some of it.

Reaching down to squish and squeeze at her newly anthro form, she found to her astonishment that her feminine assets remained in an impressive way. Her breasts were plump and hefty, worthy of a good grope, and her cock was almost as big as it had been as a quadruped. It swelled at the mere noticing. She hadn't lost her pussy either, nestled under her balls, a thrum of heat ensuring she was still just as fertile as before. Though of course, most notable was her swollen belly, filled with numerous unfertilized eggs. Her breeding days were far from done. And she didn't have to go back to being male after all. It was enough to make her beam, even if she was a bit astonished by it all. She turned to Mira for her thoughts.

"Ooh, I knew this would happen! Sometimes the collars just kind of know how you want to be. I don't know how it works. But I hope you're happy in this shape."

She stepped up behind the gryph to wrap her arms around and squeeze those tender breasts a few times, tracing her hands down to Sparhawk's belly. Yet even retired like her, that professional side of Mira never left. After she'd finished a nice examination of that voluptuous shape, the cat was right back to business, making the same few corrections she had on their very first day training together. Head up. Tail flagged. Back straight. That grace and elegance transferred over nicely, ensuring the slumped, uncertain posture Sparhawk had once entered the stable with was a thing of the long gone past. Even on two legs, she had the gait of a showbird, proud and sturdy, putting on a performance everywhere she went from that day forth.

"There. Much better," she teased. "You look wonderful to me."

"I love it," Sparhawk said, softly. "But I ... well, what do I do now?"

"Hmmm." Mira tapped her chin. "The selfish part of me wants to suggest one last trip to your old pen, just to get you all calibrated, so to speak. But I think perhaps first ... it's time to take you clothes shopping!"

Sparhawk gave a chuckle at that thought, only to find it bringing her some kind of deep, warm satisfaction. She was going to be the busty, breedable gryph she'd always dreamed of, for good. Getting back to society was going to be such fun. She wondered if anyone would even recognize her.