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Give in to the Gryphon

Give in. That was the core piece of advice they gave to any kind of potion like that. Give in. It was important not to fight the sort of changes a polymorph could bring, as to do so would invariably invite disaster.

"I think I heard of one person who just took a sip of one and ended up changing for good because of a little panic," said Kenneth with a playful grin.

"Oh stop it," I said, unstopping the cork of my first packaged potion.

Kenneth and I were on a research mission regarding gryphon behavior. We were tasked with observing a local cavalcade for a few months before filing our report. This so that other cavalcades of gryphons might be avoided far more gracefully than they have been.

Gryphons are proud creatures. A cavalcade with enough gumption has been reported to butt up brazenly against dragon territories, but for our purposes its dirigibles that need to be guarded against. These blasted beasts of bird and cat have been slicing up airships for nigh on a century.

Kenneth and I hope to put a stop to this brazen damage, and it all starts with a sip. It's weird to describe something as tasting like feathers, but when the next thing that happens after you drink it is that you grow thousands of them all at once it's weird to imagine it tasting like anything else quite sincerely.

I watched as Kenneth's new wings pressed erratically against his robes. We were both so keen to avoid nudity, but as the changes progressed it would be impossible to remain within those lofty fabrics. We would be animals soon. Beasts so worthy of study.

Still though, we persisted in our robed ways, playfully tethering ourselves back to our humanity even as it drained from us. I watched as Kenneth's lengthy tail spilled out from the bottom of his robe as he moved to stash our return potions under a tree.

We had picked an obscure spot, and I looked around for markers so that we might recall well where we had placed those things. A temporary potion would not work for the time we were planning to spend here, and so a change and return potion were both brewed at once, the latter placed in a bottle of my own design to be better sipped from beaks.

I had spent so much attention on Kenneth's change I had hardly noticed my claws awkwardly scratching at a newly beaked chin over all of this. The way I was sitting down was becoming more awkward by the second. As a four legged beast it is afterall more fitting to lay about during the floor, a course of action I felt comfortable taking.

[I can't believe it, we're really changing...] thought Kenneth, at the same time testing the mental link we had had woven into the potions.

[I should hope so K. We paid good money for those potions,] I thought back at him.

Beaked as he was, he turned to me and snapped at the air. A sort of throaty hiss hit the air and I felt my feathers, of the ones that had grown in, fold low. It appeared my little gripe had helped K. establish a bit of dominance in my direction. Were he a drake I might...

A shake of the feathered head. Thought abandoned. Kenneth would not be a drake, and neither would I. Henward bound we willingly went, seemingly both feeling content enough on our feathered and furred coverings to reveal our changing bodies to the world. Leaning forward I sought to catch the last sight of my cock.

It stirred for a moment as I turned my attention to it. Such a pitiful little thing, so inert and inactive compared to all the changes around it. Shrinking down now. I watched as the last of my humanity slipped inside, and I learned quite quickly the oddly satisfactory differences between male and female arousal.

[Gods we should have sprung for the libido inhibitors,] muttered Kenneth mentally.

[Drakes do not force themselves upon their hens, this is well documented. I can't imagine I'll be giving in and taking such a plunge, but I suppose you're already feeling the desire to,] I half teased.

[I can sense the excitement behind your words, you are enjoying this too.]

[Perhaps, but not enough to give myself up completely.]

[Not yet anyway.]

We packed away the rest of our things. It looked like a campground that had been long abandoned by two wizards. This was fairly fitting, as in a few moments this was precisely what it would indeed be. Give in. That was the advice given to us by the potion seller. So we did. We gave in, and felt the instincts guide us over.

The cavalcade of gryphons we sought to join rested high atop the hills. We had a sense of them miles away, catching occasional sharp yowls trailing through the air as we put our new wings to the test. Sure we had each flown with levitation spells in the past, but wings took a little getting used to. Landing was the tricky part.

Graceful was a way that, if one squinted and ignored the innate semantics of any definition, we might have been described as having landed. Personally I blame the drake and his lead hen. The two of them proved quite the distraction on approach, even though the moans from their fornication was what guided us to this place the sight of it proved quite distracting with regards to landing.

[What are the odds we stumbled onto a rare sight?] asked my companion.

[Judging by how casual a glance he just paid to the both of us? I would guess this is a common site.]

[Gryphons, they pair for fun, don't they?]

[Oftentimes, it is speculated anyway. Perhaps tallying the number of couplings could work its way into the paper. Provided you want an excuse to continue watching them.]

[Hah, perhaps.]

I could tell right then that K. was struggling with the same urges I was. Give in. That same bit of advice swirled itself around in my head over and over as I watched the drake lay claim to his hen again and again.

Days went by. Then weeks. We trailed the cavalcade all throughout the mountains. K. and I would get into lengthy conversations regarding our charges' behavior. Initially rather focused, but over time our attention began to drift quite thoroughly.

It seemed my jest from earlier of counting the number of pairings had given K. all the excuse he needed to watch every daily coupling. Dozens. Ours was a drake who ensured his hens remained content, and though he had given us our space it was clear that we were desired.

One day he looked to me, stepping forward with all the confidence in the world. I thought, in that moment, that he could take on a dragon by his lonesome and come out on top. Yet instead of pushing further he simply pressed forward the preen a few of my feathers.

It was a welcome contact. The closest I had been to another creature in months by that point. In fact, thinking on it, perhaps it was the closest I had ever been to another creature. If K. had not been there I do not know what I would do. But K. was, and they had given in before me.

[What are you doing?] I asked, turning away from the drake's preening to watch as K. presented their body to the drake.

[What does it look like?] came his rebuke, as it was rather obvious.

[But I don't understand you, we can't change back if we're...]

[Expecting? No, we cannot huh? Imagine that.]

These were the words he thought as the drake laid his claim, clambering onto the willing female with ease. Had the drake preening my face finally pushed my friend towards offering up even more? I was jealous. Envious of such an abandonment. I marched off, giving them distance as the beaked yowls rang out loudly.

Softly detailed his cock struck as true as ever. It was clear this drake was an experienced lover, for we had watched him take his hens upwards of a hundred times within the first week of our joining. Now though, we got to see how he handled a virginal wizard pretending to be a gryphoness.

He handled her quite well. So well in fact that it had banished what little attachment I had towards still referring to my friend as a male within my own mind. It is hard to do such a thing, especially in the midst of watching a gryphon breed them so eagerly.

The way those haunches jerked forward, how his claws rest firm upon her wing and his beak preened the feathers on the back of her head the way he had preened mine moments ago... I felt my own body contract, tighten up around the nothing that was inside me while I longed to find myself in Kenneth's place.

How could she do this? How could she jeopardize our humanity this way. Give in. Was the excuse there from the start? Was the shopkeeper toying with us. He had a gryphon emblazoned on his door, what if this was all pert of his perverse game. What if the potions of return did not work. What if I were to fly off and take one right now and leave this place for good? Return to the world.

I watched as the drake's balls rest themselves firmly against K's backside, flooding her passage with the first of many fertile spurts. Eggs. There was no doubt about it that the eggs she would next lay would be fertilized, she had, in just a few short sharp jabs, been made a true and proper hen. I was horrified and envious.

Storming off into the sky I went to find our stash. I had recalled its location well, and though the months had done great work to our robes and other coverings the potions themselves had remained unharmed. I took my own into my claw and held it high, watching the light reflect through it.

In the rounded reflection of the glass I saw the bird head that was me eyeing the potion. It was the first proper reflection I had looked at besides the occasional glances at the lake. I had always avoided this, and now I was sure as to why. I looked rather proper as a hen.

I found myself, in that moment, looking at a reflection that felt far more like me than the human still hiding away inside this bottle. I slipped to my haunches and set the bottle to the grass.

It was here in this long abandoned campground that I spent my day alone, stewing in a need that seemed to grow and build with every sharp yowl of my distanced friend. I could tell he was taking his time with her, claiming her entirely through the day as all the other females doubtlessly looked to her with the same envy I did.

Only it wasn't quite the same. They were not quite the same. They were natural gryphons, and we were but simulacra. Humans pretending to be beasts. But if we pretended well... Another sharp cry of satisfaction. I could not block them out even if I wished to, and I did not wish to.

[Having fun?]

It was a little thought. One offered up half jokingly. I was pretty sure that I had flown outside the range of our ability to communicate. This was not the case, but instead of a wordy response I found K. offered me up something far more personal.

I could feel a jab. Just one firmly proper thrust. I kicked out a paw, rolling onto my back and stretching something fierce. K. had given me the sensation of what a single thrust felt like over our mental connection, and it felt better than anything I had ever before experienced.

No. This would not do. This could not be true. I took the potion once more in claw, and pulled off the stopper. Drink it. I have to. I have to turn back now or I would never want to again. This was my last chance to remain as a human. Even if there were a thousand of these potions out there I would never take a drop of them if the sensation of being under him was truly that grand...

Give in. Once more those words echoed through my mind. I had been giving in since the start. Changing my body for research. Getting into a vocation I was only passively interested in. This life though. This existence as a gryphon... Had it not been satisfying?

[More satisfying than anything else...] came K's semi feral calls.

[You want I should dash your potion against the stones?] I asked, still holding mine.

[Not at all, pour it out and leave the bottle, perhaps someone else could make use of it as a vial. Not I though, and not you too. I can see in your mind you envy me. You envy my position beneath him, but I know you well. You will not return tonight.]

[I will not.]

[But you will tomorrow though.]

[I will...]

I poured the contents of both our potions, and shut the link to him off. Taking my leave to another mountain I watched the stars deep into the night. Occasional yowls of my friend would stir me from slumber. Goodness, I hoped he would have some stamina for me tomorrow.

Steadily I drifted off beneath the stars, dreaming of a humanity now lost. I felt a great contentment fill me through the night, a satisfaction I had not known possible. What was my tomorrow to look like? I knew it well. I had watched K. partake in it with all of her soul, and I knew I too would come to enjoy such wonders.

[Good morning.] I said as the sun rose.

[He waits for you now.] came K's response, one that sent a shiver all the way to the tip of my tail.

[Are you certain?] I asked.

[Yes, he looks to the mountain you flew to. His desire is growing bright. I look forward to watching your coupling almost as much as I looked forward to feeling my own.]

[No jealous amongst hens huh?]

[How can there be? When we all wish so lovely a sensation upon all our kind.]

It felt almost holy. Assuredly natural. I took to the air, experienced wings guiding me to my prize. The prize of finally giving in fully. Of embracing a body that had come to feel more proper than all before it. This was to be my life now, a gryphon hen beneath a proud and proper drake.

He looked towards me as I flew to our home, and I could tell he was thrilled. I had come to read well the subtle expression capable with the slightest adjustments of feathers. Such joy worked its way upon the crest of his chest, and I moved to embrace him.

Preening me much the same as he did the prior day I see now then he was trying to seduce me. Such jealousy as was fostered in my friend over such a sight had happily sealed our fates forever, and whether he knew it or not such a preaning had worked two hens below his haunches!

Such a seducer this drake. So charming and truly admiring. I could feel his urge to fuck me from every press of beak to feather. It would have been cute if I wasn't immersed in the storm of his lust. Instead that cuteness became something to almost fawn over.

I had never been loved so intensely by another thing. For the drake possessed a desire so potent and pure that it all but radiated from him and out into me. Such an energy abounded us. My heart pounded away readily. Even the build up felt better and more strenuous than flying.

[Raise your tail, dear friend.]

[You want to watch me.]

[I've wanted to watch you under him since the first day we arrived. I wanted you to be the first to submit so that I could have an excuse. Now I just want to share him with you, and enjoy the show such a sharing puts on.]

[You have grown quite fond of watching such couplings.]

I left K. with that little tease before I turned away from the drake. Assuming a position much like her own I lowered everything about me but my tail. I would have no part of me impede the drake's happy advance, and in so doing I would make myself as breedable as a hen could be.

Cooing now as his beak pressed gently to my folds he got the best of all possible ideas as to what I was after. I wanted to be claimed. To give myself to him. We shared in our mutual admiration of one another. Every touch of the drake was a greater satisfaction than any before felt.

[I love him too dear.]

[All the hens do too.]

It was a simple implication. I was admitting in that moment as he slid himself atop my back that I was like all the other hens of the cavalcade. Every one of them loved this male so dearly, and I now counted myself well and truly amongst them. At last I had given in.

Give in. The words felt good now. They no longer brought anxiety with them as the drake took my life into his capable claws. Hen. I was well and truly a hen now, and his cock had more than proven it. For how long had I ignored such sensations and desires? Such a pent up girl I had been. He would have me a hundred times within the week.

Every thrust, every jab, all together they became a beautiful feeling rebuke to my humanity. The notion that I was anything but a gryphon hen was a notion worthy of cooing laughter. What an absurdity, to find myself anywhere but beneath him. Beneath my cavalcade's virile charge.

The day would go by too swiftly. Our time together, abundant in pleasure. Coupling innumerable times I stopped keeping track of our illustrious charge. When a hen desired our drake sired, it was a more simple math than the arithmetic required to count those countless couplings.

Many more months have now passed. K. swells with a great and noble clutch, as do I. Every day she thanks me for pouring out the potions, as every day the drake gives us attention we scarcely deserve. We grow ever so ambivalent about our old lives, and each day finds us appreciating these bodies more and more.

Together we preen ourselves for him, and every day he takes his pick. To watch another gryphon be bred has become as much an honor as to be the one 'neath. So great and abundant is the drake's desire for us all. Give in. The words echo so far back now. Advice to regard most assuredly.