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A Night of Feathered Passion For Wyraachur By Draconicon

Peter shook his head as he walked along the lakeshore, kicking little pebbles whenever he encountered them. He hadn't had a good day, and he needed to take it out on something.

His silver hair flattened against the back of his neck as he rounded a bend in the path, and he took a running start at the next rock. His next kick sent it flying out over the water, but had bruised his toe, leaving him hopping around on one foot for a few seconds as the pain finally got through his anger.

Settling down on one of the bigger rocks by the water, he sighed.

"Did they really have to say that? Did they?"

Having just left a party, he had plenty of 'theys' to think about, mostly people that were a pain in his ass every day. He'd gone to the party anyway, just hoping to have a little fun and maybe see someone that he could enjoy some social time with, and he'd promptly been laughed out of the place. Something about a rumor that had been going around. He hadn't heard what it was, but the laughter had been loud and clear enough to tell him he wasn't wanted.

Shaking his head, he got to his feet again, getting back on the path. His feet carried him forward at a fast pace, as if he could outrun some of the bad thoughts. The path curved around a stand of trees, taking him away from the lakeshore for a moment.

When he turned again, there was more than water waiting for him. Peter paused, frozen in mid-step at the sight of the gryphon pulling herself along the shoreline. She was groaning, almost like she was hurt. The sound broke him free of his shock-induced paralysis, and he ran to her.

As he knelt beside her, he opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but the answer came not in terms of words, but in a smell. He groaned, resisting the urge to press his hand to his nose.

"You're in heat, aren't you?"

"Yes...and you're a male."

"Well, yes, I -"

"Not a very big one."

"Hey, that's not fair. I'm just -"

"I can fix that."

The gryphon grabbed him suddenly, a furred paw wrapping around the crotch of his pants. He felt the prick of her claws before the front of his jeans were ripped away, leaving him with his boxers showing. Frantically he tried to pull away, but she grabbed him again, this time by the balls, and he went still.

"I need someone to take care of me...and you'll just have to do."

"You know...you could have just...asked maybe?"

"Why ask when I can just get it?"

No stranger to the supernatural, Peter knew it was magic that was causing the tingles in his crotch. He shook his head, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as it started to course through his body. The familiar warmth of growing fur spread down along his legs and belly, but along his back and arms he felt a pricking, almost painful feeling. He looked down at his arms, and groaned at the sight of his arm-hairs thickening, growing a sort of feathery down along the edges of them.

She let go of him, her hand going back between her legs as she watched him transform. The sight of her thick fingers pressing her sex open, plunging inside, seemed to fuel his transformation, and Peter groaned as he slid to his knees. His boxers were bulging already, and he could feel the waistband starting to push outwards, throbbing with the need that the transformation was giving him.

His face stung, and he brought his hands up to his cheeks. They were pulling forward, dragged along by his nose and mouth as they forced themselves forward. The bones beneath cracked and creaked as they were stretched, flattened...emptied? Definitely emptied, he thought, as his face felt much lighter than before. The same emptying feeling filled his upper body, making him feel lighter than ever, almost like he'd lost a few dozen pounds. Considering avian bone structure, he might have.

He didn't have a chance to think about it for long. His body throbbed with a swell of heat, and the growing feathers along his arms and back pushed outwards, like they were being forced out from underneath. The fabric of his jeans likewise swelled, ripping in places as his legs grew, both with new muscles inside and with the fur along the outside. Bits of brown fur pushed through the holes in his pants, and he started to sweat from the warmth they held in.

"Mmm, you're going to be a good lover."

He looked up just as the gryphon lowered herself on him. He hadn't noticed before, but she had multiple levels of breasts, the largest at the top, but the other two levels hardly smaller. She pressed them against him, the soft bumps of flesh grinding against his growing underwear bulge. He hissed in pleasure, and she pushed against him harder.

The back of his underwear suddenly ripped, and his attention was drawn to the tail pushing its way out. The tip was tufted like a lion's tail, but it whipped faster than any tail he'd seen. It darted back and forth, not quite wagging, but as close to it as a feline tail could get.

Another rip announced the end of his boxers, and likewise his pants. His ass grew, ripping through the back of his pants, and the legs of his jeans followed suit, falling to the ground in shreds. As a pressure grew in his back, wings pushed out of his skin, and his shirt followed the example of his pants.

Stripped of his clothes, Peter panted, his new beak-like nose soaking up the gryphon's scent like a sponge soaked up soap. His cock, at least nine inches long and sticking out of a sheath that most definitely hadn't been there this morning, throbbed with need. The gryphon female smiled at him, laying down and spreading her legs.

"Take me, lover...let me have some relief."

He grinned at her before pouncing on top of her. Her breasts squished against his chest and stomach as he slammed his cock inside her, the first thrust making her gush with juices. He was going to 'relieve' her, alright...he was going to relieve her and himself all night long.

What a way to forget your problems...

The End