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Beak and Claw Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Gotommax

Normally the foothills of the Idian province were relaxed and calm, but not today. The villagers had fled, the mines were emptied and dust lifted into the air, climbing ever higher. Horse hooves dug into the earth, kicking it back in an unruly spray. The horse snorted, its leathery nose inhaling air as fast as possible. The horse had been ridden hard, its brown hide wet with sweat, its chest heaving up and down... just like its rider.

The knights had been tracking the beast for days, falling back one by one as they were injured, ran out of food or endurance... but Aiden was still hot on its tail, making good ground. Aiden was the youngest of the knights, ambitious and focused. His green eyes had seen only promise and hope, never the bitter defeat of an unwinnable campaign. Aiden had sworn to himself to bring back that hope to the other knights by slaying the ultimate foe, but the ultimate foe was rather intent on living.

With a graceful leap, the horse jumped over a rock outcrop, landing on a plateau of stone. For the first time in twenty minutes they had a clear vision of their enemy. The beast was no larger than Aiden's horse, covered in brown feathers and white fur. Black eagle talons gripped the stone, cutting into it while a long lion tail whipped about behind the beast. The head turned, the yellow beak clicking while large amber eyes sized the human up.

It was a griffin, with the body of a lion and the head of an eagle, truly the king of all beasts both mythical and mundane. Pointed ears lifted up from its head, quirking about, sizing up the human that had chased it so far. Its beak parted, its pink tongue quivering as the griffin let out a screech. Aiden grinned and charged, his sword at the ready. The griffin unfurled its wings and gave a mighty flap, lifting up.

A clang of metal came as Aiden's sword was ripped from his hand. The horse reared up, kicking at the griffin but the beast used a mighty wing to throw the horse back. The horse whinnied in dismay and Aiden groaned, trying not to fall off or get crushed. By some miracle the horse landed on its feet again and they charged once more into the breach.

The griffin called again, slashing at the human before wrapping a paw around his arm, starting to crush the metal. Aiden grunted, pulling the snaps off before removing his arm from the protective cover. The metal folded in, collapsing completely, leaving Aiden's arm uncovered. The griffin changed objectives, moving for his other arm. Aiden removed that brace as well, trying to get the horse back.

For a brief moment, the knight and the griffin met eyes. Aiden shivered gently, feeling like the bird monster was staring into his soul. The griffin's feathery mane rippled in the wind before he let out another call, slashing at Aiden's chest piece. The razor sharp claws cut easily through the metal, catching a snap so it fell open, hanging lopsided. Aiden grunted, trying to get it back on, looking as the griffin suddenly bolted, rounding the corner and leaping up several rocks.

"Yah!" Aiden commanded, telling the horse to chase. He knew the griffin was going to get away, to escape into the sky. As Aiden moved to catch up, however, the griffin didn't head skyward. He turned, aiming toward the knight - and charged. Aiden had no warning as the mighty beast pushed off the rock face. Once more the knight and horse were tackled, but this time he heard the crunch of talons piercing through his armor, grabbing him by the shoulders.

Aiden let out a scream as he was pulled off his mount, lifted skyward. His legs dangled, his arms slashed up at the griffin, but in moments they had left the foothills behind, traveling over the valley. Aiden slowly stopped fighting, realizing if he was successful he would fall easily to his death. The knight's heart raced as he looked down, seeing the world from a vantage he never would have expected. The landscape was so grand, so beautiful. It was hard to ignore.

As they traveled, Aiden felt his metal pants shift before they tugged down to his knees, then his feet before finally tumbling down toward the river below, landing with a great splash. With his arm pieces and pants gone, all that protected Aiden was his broken chest piece and a barely modest bit of chain mail. Aiden looked up at the beast above him, the mighty griffin. He'd never expected to be so close, even if he had the chance to kill it.

Every child in the kingdom grew up with the stories of the griffins. They were thought of as king of all creatures, protecting treasures and priceless possessions. It was well known in medicine that a griffin's claw helped fight off illness and its feathers could restore sight to the blind. Their beaks and claws were so strong that they could mine gold out of the rock themselves, with no need for humans... though they coveted the metal the humans obtained just as well.

The flight of the griffin stretched on minute by minute, the lands growing less and less familiar beneath Aiden. His eyes grew weary, both from the fear of being killed and trying to figure out how to get home. Even the air was thinner so high up, causing Aiden to get light headed. Just as his vision started to blur, he felt the griffin starting to descend. He tried to force his eyes open, to look around. All he managed to see was an unfamiliar mountain range with massive trees around the base... and then he felt weightless, the wind rushing against his face... and then the sudden impact of something spongy and rough like brambles. Aiden was too weak to do anything but pass out cold, the world disappearing into a black haze around him. ****

The first thing that returned to Aiden's mind was the sensation of touch. He could feel cuts and bruises across his whole body, the ache of his shoulder and hip, and a throbbing, almost murderous headache. Aiden hesitantly opened his eyes, knowing sunlight would make his headache worse... but there was no sunlight. He opened his eyes a second time, blinking a bit before he looked around and then up. The sky was full of stars, the moon hanging low and slim with barely a crescent to its name. He had been knocked out for hours. Aiden slowly looked around, realizing he was in a nest of some sort, assembled out of branches and twigs and moss... though small gold pebbles lined the bottom of the nest, tucked away below the plant matter. Even their young were entrusted to guard gold apparently.

Aiden slowly pushed himself up, crawling to the edge of the nest, trying to per down... and down... and down. The tree the nest rested in was old growth. He couldn't see the bottom, merely a death knell of branches unable to support his weight. There would be no safe way to descend. Aiden looked around, trying to see if any near by trees would be any better, but as he felt his way around the edge, his fingers stopped feeling branches and soon felt warm feathers. Aiden froze, his eyes clearing up in the low light.

Tucked into a furry and feathery ball on one side of the nest was an adolescent griffin. The beast was smaller than his parent, only a head shorter than the knight from the looks of things... but his black claws were razor sharp and his beak was as honed as the one that had been so fierce in battle. Aiden's stomach sank as he realized what had happened. He wasn't some treasure spirited away, he was food... breakfast for the baby monster. Aiden's muscled tensed as he started to pull back, but as his hand left the bird it quivered unhappily, letting out a small caw in its sleep. Aiden quickly returned the hand, not wanting to upset the bird. With the touch restored, the bird soon settled right back down. The knight was left beside himself, looking around at his surroundings. Nothing had ever prepared him for something like this... ****

The night had dragged on and even Aiden's best efforts to remain vigilant could not have held sway against his fatigue and concussion. He had eventually passed out cold, nearly naked and exposed. The cold dew of morning clung to his skin and hair, soaking him through. He shivered softly, breathing furtively. If it had been any colder of a night, the weather itself might have done what the griffin had not. Aiden slept restlessly, but as he heard the soft caw of a bird, his eyes snapped open. Aiden sat up, coming eye to eye with e adolescent griffin. The beast parted its beak and let out another call before rising up onto all fours, moving to investigate the thing its father had dropped in the nest.

Aiden backed up, moving in a reverse circle away from the smaller monster. The griffin kept right up, butting Aiden with its beak. Aiden tried to push the head away, resting his hand on the beak briefly. He was surprised how smooth and bony the beak felt, almost like ivory. A hot gust of breath snapped through the griffin's nostrils before it leaned forward, its beak biting into his chain mail, tugging on it. The chains snapped and ringlets fell down, pooling in heaps into the nest. The bird suddenly stopped, sitting back on its haunches as if it had accomplished its goal.

Aiden remained on his hands and knees as his body was further exposed, wearing nothing but a cloth around his waist. He looked down at the rings of metal in the nest, then back at the griffin.

"That's what this was all about? You wanted my metal?" he murmured softly. The griffin tilted its head quizzically, unable to understand the human... but then it slowly lowered its head, sniffing at Aiden's groin. Aiden grimaced at that, backing up. As he retreated, the adolescent lifted its head and let out a harsh call of dismay before moving in again. Aiden yelped as his underwear was snatched in the beak and tugged away, revealing his cold, limp member.

The griffin stopped dead, gazing at the meat before lifting its eyes to the human's. Aiden was confused and worried, feeling that once again he was destined to be food, but something was different. At first he couldn't tell what it was, but slowly it dawned on him. The air was warmer, there was a spicy musk to it. His eyes combed over the brown adolescent griffin before coming between his legs, looking to where a feathery feline like sheath was... and seeing the long, broad, mottled shaft pushing out from the flesh, coated in juices. The shaft looked almost equine in nature; flat headed, long, thick, it even had a medial ring. It seemed the adolescent was closer to an adult than Aiden had expected.

Aiden looked at the bird and then back at his member, strange things starting to slip through his mind. Did the bird get excited at the prospect of hunting... or was he wanting something else? Aiden swallowed gently before backing up more around the nest, though there was only so far he could go. As he retreated, the griffin moved around after him, chattering in bird speak.

Aiden felt ridiculous, trying to escape without anywhere to go, but he grunted as a griffin talon wrapped around his ankle. Aiden was pulled flat against the nest and then dragged backwards. He grunted hard as he felt fur and feathers against his back... and then the hot, wet, slick weight of the griffin shaft sliding up between his legs toward his ass. Aiden grunted hard, especially as the griffin started to hump him.

Being an adolescent, the bird seemed to get into it quite easily, his lion body chuffing and vibrating in pleasure, his muscles rising and falling as he went at it, his shaft starting to glisten with an early orgasm. Aiden knew he couldn't climb forward without being detected but he hoped that he could crawl backwards without the monster noticing.

Ever so carefully, Aiden began to climb backwards. He scooted his feet out, then his legs, wriggling his butt back. Every inch he slipped out between the griffins legs, the higher up the shaft humped and rubbed lewdly against him, rubbing against his spine and neck. Aiden stopped every time he felt the griffin's talons dig in more, worrying he was getting wise... but the knight knew he couldn't stay there. He had to crawl free and jump over the edge, even if it was to his death.

It took an excruciating amount of time to crawl back, at least as far as Aiden was concerned. He felt the shaft rub against the back of his head. He was almost free, almost in the clear... but it was already too late. The griffin's claws dug into the nest, the beast's muscles tensed up, his shaft quivered and then the flood came. Hot, wet, sticky griffin semen flowed over Aiden's head, soaking his hair, running down his face. It coated his forehead, his cheeks, flowed over his ears and dribbled from his chin.

Aiden froze in place, overwhelmed and shocked. Never before in his life had he ever felt so slimy, so warm... or so tingly. It was almost like he could feel the little sperm squirming against his skin, soaking him... and then a dull warmth spread into his body. Aiden's eyes glazed over as the cum ran over his lips. He gently licked at his lips involuntarily, unable to stop himself, lapping at it... and giving in more and more.

As the semen soaked Aiden's head, his brown hair started to grow stiffer, the strands turning into stalks from which frills of feathers spread out. His hair thickened more and more into a bird like mane, but his ears grew stiff, stretching upwards into points, growing soft as soft brown fur grew out from the flesh. As Aiden's hair continued to shift into feathers, his jaw and lips grew tight, the flesh toughening up as they began pushing out slowly.

Aiden's tongue continued to wriggle and whip around, slurping up the cum that soaked his head, stretching out into a bird like point. His lips continued to stretch and harden, changing from pink to yellow. The knight began to smack his lips as they grew gummy, but his teeth were softening and changing as well.

The knight's lips pushed apart as calcium and bone pushed out, prying his mouth wider and wider. His teeth melted into the forming beak, the bones of his jaw fixing to the beak as it emerged. The flesh of his former lips melded into the beak, pulling back to the base, growing stiff and anchoring in. New nostrils etched into the bone and his new bird face parted, his tongue lolling about.

With the beak anchored into his face, the feathers spread down his forehead, nose and cheeks, starting in downy and soft before developing more fully. Aiden's hazy eyes shifted from green to brown and then amber, blinking with a new life, a new drive, but his mind was just as hazy, reorienting and shifting. As much as Aiden tried to remember who he was and what he stood for, his thoughts were becoming simpler, more basic. He knew he was hungry and he knew he was excited, but he didn't know why... but whatever he was coated in tasted good.

Aiden turned his new bird head, moving to lick and slurp at the griffin's wet cock. The griffin chittered before pushing his flat cock head into the beak of his new partner. Aiden began to slurp and nurse and feed, his beak spread wide, his tongue teasing the cock slit. Soon the griffin began to leak more seed and Aiden gulped it down, feeling the hot warmth spread into him and satiate his hunger.

As the former knight fed, his otherwise human body began to shift gently. His muscles firmed, his cuts healed, but most distinct was the fact that his cock was starting to grow. Aiden's shaft stiffened to its full six inch length, but more and more blood pumped in and the flesh began to expand, growing to eight inches, then ten, fattening up. As the cock grew, the head of his shaft flattened out, flaring on the edges. The pink flesh began to darken as well, turning brown in some places and black in others.

Soon Aiden's shaft pushed past a foot in length and almost five inches wide, fat and hard, throbbing and aching. It was a bit too dry though and his body seemed to react, flesh growing out around the base of his shaft, the new puffy flesh growing out with a dull sandy brown coating of lion fur. The fur spread down over his balls, coating them as well, making the human look as though he had put on a bird mask and the groin of a horse as some sort of costume.

His human hands lifted up, stroking the griffin's stomach and legs, doing what was instinctive to encourage the production of more cum. He gulped and sucked and licked, but all he knew was joy. He didn't have the complex thoughts of a human, he had the mind of a griffin. He was a beast that liked shiny things, eating and sex... Yes, sex. That was what he wanted. He liked sex. One human hand moved down to stroke his huge cock, feeling its slick flesh, admiring his own prowess and the prowess off his brother sliding down his throat.

The griffin above had orgasmed prematurely but already he was well on his way to another, fucking the beak of the former human. The griffin chirped in glee as he fucked his new brother, smelling the changes as he became more and more like his family. While the transformation had hesitated and stalled out for a few moments, it was starting to pick up again. The hair on Aiden's arms and legs grew softer and longer, thickening at a quick pace. The brown faded to the color of sand and the hair became fur.

Aiden's flesh disappeared beneath the new coating on his arms and legs, but the fur was growing out across his chest and spreading down his stomach as well, growing into the fur around his groin. As the feathers grew down his neck, they eventually transitioned into the fur, blending perfectly except around his shoulders where feathers pushed out from his skin, thick and layered, forming a mane that ringed the widest part of his body... and trailed down to his back, a back that started to shift and contort.

New bones formed and stretched beneath Aiden's skin, repositioning as new joints formed. Masses of flesh grew out of his back, stretching the skin like sails. New muscles filled in and thick white fuzz pushed out of the forming wings, downy and soft like a newborn chick before the feathers started to flatten and soften, oils excreting to coat them with waterproofing. The wings fluttered and manipulated around before folding quite naturally on Aiden's back, stretching out to full size as he fed.

The changing griffin bobbed his head forward and back, sucking on the cock, nearly gagging himself on it as he became more and more attuned to life in the nest. Fur spanned his back and his human ass cheeks pulled apart, making room for his tailbone to start stretching out. New bones filled in between old, allowing the length to stretch out, the soft pink human skin turning into gray leathery griffin flesh from which fur erupted. As the tail whipped around, a white puff ball of down appeared at the end before feathers burst out from it, a little ball of eagle plumage.

Inch by inch, Aiden's humanity disappeared until there was little distinction between Aiden and his griffin brother. They had similar colored feathers and fur, but Aiden remained one head taller than his brother. The younger griffin cawed and clawed and then came, shuddering as he pumped Aiden's throat full of sperm. Aiden gulped it down, feeling so very satisfied and content. No longer did he think about glory or duty, of kings and knights. His thoughts were only of family, food and sex... and he could get all three in the exact same spot. ****

The life of a griffin was hardly a bad one, save for the occasional battle with a human knight or miner. The patriarch of the nest sailed over the lands below, flapping his wings, feeling particularly proud of his domain. His amber eyes scanned the distance for any predators or challengers and finding none filled him with a great sense of contentment. As the patriarch flew, though, something began to tickle the edge of his senses... the chirping of young griffins in the distance.

The father circled in closer to the nest, focusing on it. Sitting in the thatched abode were two male griffins, their heads lifted to the sky, their beaks parted as they cried out in hunger and need. The father gave a few more flaps before he came in for a landing, swooping down and catching the edge as he flapped to slow his momentum. With one broad step and then another, he was in the nest.

The griffin's two sons moved forward, butting their beaks against his, nuzzling him lovingly. The father rubbed back, his beak trailing through their feathers. Both boys smelled quite good, just like family. There was no distinction now, they were both simply his sons and brothers to one another. The father tilted his beak and opened up, his strong tongue forcing out into one of their mouths. The two kissed before the father moved to do the same to the other brother.

Already satisfied with one kiss, Aiden began to nudge down between his father's legs, finding his way to the adult's sheath. His beak parted and his tongue slipped out, probing the lionine sheath, pushing through the gap before darting in and out like a hummingbird tongue. The father shivered gently, knowing his sons were hungry and needed to suckle.

Not wanting to be left out, Brother pushed down beside Aiden, nudging in deeper and deeper until they were both lapping at their father's pouch. The adult griffin leaned back on his haunches and spread his wings, giving his sons easy access. He looked down at them, growing up so well, so strong and so manly... and while the griffin could not think in as complex terms as other species, he was sentient enough to be proud of the fact that his species didn't need females if they chose not to use them. They were potent enough to create life no matter what and the father was proud of his all-male family.

Aiden and Brother slurped at their father's cock greedily, the seed filling their beaks before pouring down the sides. Aiden could tell his father's seed was even more potent than his brother's, though he didn't think any more than how good it tasted. The two birds slowly started bulking up, growing more mature. Being nearly ageless, griffins matured far differently than most species.

As Aiden and Brother grew, their wings expanded as well, remaining large enough to sustain their weight in flight. Aiden's claws dug into the nest, crunching through twigs until he latched onto a gold nugget. The cool feel of the metal was very gratifying, helping Aiden to feel even more like he was home. He nuzzled against Brother, basking in the pleasure and joy, not another care in the world occurring to him.

As the two matured and filled out, their father grew ever more proud of them. His sons were so big and strong, vital... but they were not yet ready to leave the nest. It would be several days before they could manage that, but there was one thing he could do first. As Father pulled back away from his sons, the two birds snapped at each other a little, scraping beaks, worried the other had chased their father away. Father circled around and began to walk over Aiden, placing legs on either side of him. Aiden's cock ached hard as he instinctively knew what was happening, but he wasn't just going to take it... he was going to give it out as well.

Aiden surged forward, tackling his brother, moving to mount him. Brother was pinned to the best under the weight of both his brother and his father, his claws stretching and tensing as his brother came up behind him... but then his tail hole felt the flat, wide member of his brother. Aiden pushed forward, squeezing through the tight virgin hole, claiming his brother as his own. Brother let out a soft caw as he was filled, his intestines stretched to the fullest. His lion body vibrated and radiated heat as it was filled, the muscles milking the equine like rod.

Aiden pushed in more and more before he came to a stop, as deep as he could manage for the moment. Aiden's pride in himself was short lived before he felt a sudden pressure behind him, the huge rod of his father entering him. Aiden lifted his head up, panting as he was claimed. In that moment of bonding, they were truly a family... Father and sons, one claiming the next eldest claiming the next. One beast slid into the one below him, the shafts sliding in and out, picking up speed and friction.

There was no more humanity left in the nest, nothing but the purloined rings of chain mail that had collapsed. It was the lair of three beasts, three griffins, three mighty beasts with the power to change humans, the tides of war and history itself.

Ever the most experienced, Father tilted his hips, ramming into Aiden's prostate over and over again. Aiden quivered and shook, nearly losing his load right then and there. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, he tried to imitate his father, working Brother in the same way. The smallest of the three griffins looked like whipped cream for how soft and passive he was, taking the shaft so deep.

The sound of feathers rustling and fur rubbing was one thing, but soon the griffins grew moist. Pre-cum leaked out from their shafts, dribbling into the nest as well as their asses. The shafts slipped in and out more easily, the friction dropping but the depth climbing. They went at it all the harder, the wet squelching sounding lewd and rude.

The birds kept at it for hours and hours, but at last it was Brother that gave out. His balls seized up, his cock pulsed and thick, potent seed gushed out. As Aiden felt the muscles quiver around his rod, he too came soon after. Aiden basked in the tingling that filled his brain and the flood of his seed into another male, feeling like he had achieved his life's purpose... but the best was truly yet to come.

Father was a master of his senses. He could smell, feel and see how mature his sons were. He had achieved his biological imperative, his drive as a man... and now he was going to impart his blessing to his sons. Father thrust as deeply as he could go, ramming tight and hard and holding himself there. His wings fluttered, his tail whipped around and then it came - a hot, thick, slimy flood of griffin sperm deep into Aiden's ass.

If there had been a single shred of his humanity left, the orgasm would have ended it, but Aiden was griffin through and through. The flood filled him up, the rush added to his own orgasm and the two sons collapsed into a heap of sexual receipt. The father slowly lay down over them, balancing his weight on either side before folding his wings over them both. The sons closed their eyes, feeling protected and loved, having nothing to fear with their father there... and Father had never been happier than mating his two sons. ****

Another day had dawned, the fifth that Aiden had spent in the nest. It didn't seem unnatural to him in any way other than the fact that their father hadn't yet fed him or his brother. The two young griffin boys chirped loudly, their stomachs growling. They needed food. At long last Father rose up onto his paws, stretching and yawning before he moved. Brother went in for a kiss but Father caught him by the ribs instead, edging him toward the side of the nest. Brother backed up more and more until he couldn't back up any further... but still Father pushed on.

Brother looked to Aiden for help, in fear, forced to step up onto the edge of the nest. Aiden surged forward but Father gave him a warning crow. Aiden lowered his head, watching his brother. Brother was fearful, his tail flicking around, but he knew there was only one escape... to jump. As Father moved to nudge him again, Brother pushed off and spread his wings wide. He dropped down like a lead balloon until his wings shifted, muscles tightening and catching the wind. At once his descent stropped and the mighty bird soared out over the tree tops, grazing them with his paws. Brother did what came naturally, flapping to build altitude and speed, circling around.

Aiden had rushed to the side of the nest to see his brother, to make sure he didn't die. Seeing him fly was amazing, as if their lives had finally built up to something. The reverie was short lived as he felt the insistent nudge of his father. Now Aiden's heart really started to rush, his lungs tightening. Aiden was pushed back, inch by inch to the side of the nest. He had never felt so scared or so fearful of his father, and yet that fear energized his muscles. His heart was vibrant, he was primed. Aiden put one paw up on the edge, then another, turning around to face outward.

The newest member of the family looked down, seeing the ground almost three hundred feet below. He took in a sharp breath, then felt the nudge of his father's beak beneath his tail. Aiden leaned forward, felt the pull of gravity and pushed off. Aiden sailed down through the trees, branches hitting and slapping him before his wings went wide. He let out a call as the wind caught his wings like a sail and he glided out through the trees and into the open. He was bruised and battered but it wasn't anything he wouldn't recover from... and it sure was beautiful.

Only once before had Aiden seen things from so high, but that had been with human eyes. He had the eyes of an eagle now, sensing the wind currents and spotting the terrain below. There was a brief glimmer of thought in his mind, of sentient thought. He was a griffin, the king of beasts. Part lion, part eagle... everywhere the light touched, that was his family's kingdom. Aiden flapped more, filled with pride. He worked hard to catch up to Brother, both boys looking up as s shadow crossed over them. Father zoomed off ahead, glancing back every so often to keep an eye on his sons.

Aiden had given up a short, mundane life of armor and sword for something much better... an eternity with the life of beak and claw. He had family, he had love, he was complete. The three zoomed over villages and headed toward the foothills. The boys were content simply to follow their father, but their father had done more than teach them flight. It was time to teach them to hunt, to find and protect treasure and how to evade the dangers of mankind. They would have to work hard to live as griffins, but the rewards would be greater than all the treasure in the world combined.