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High in the sunny sky, Gibbs flapped his wings, barely staying aloft with what remained of his flagging strength. Spreading his wide wings, the humanoid snow leopard gryphon swooped down into a slower glide. He had flown farther than he had originally planned and now his body was starting to suffer for it. He needed to find somewhere to rest and fast, preferably a nice shaded area he could lie in and take a nap so that he could recover his strength. Like under a tree, perhaps?

Spying such shelter not too far away, Gibbs descended slowly so that he landed with practiced grace with his feet on the ground. The gryphon stretched his wings fully and rolled his shoulders for a few moments before folding his wings together. He glanced about the trees around him, looking for the one that had enough shade and enough width for him to comfortably rest up against--or at least that was the plan until he caught sight of something glinting on a tree's trunk to his far right. His long, black tipped ears perked up, his avian heritage picking up on the shine while what was feline in him supplied the curiosity. He narrowed his eyes at the object, squinting until he could make out what it was: a long knife with a wrapped leather handle embedded into the tree. His growing curiosity spurred him to examine the knife and it was for this reason that he approached the tree. Though he knew curiosity killed the cat, he was only part feline...at most he might cut himself on the weapon's blade. He admitted he could be clumsy at times, but he'd have to be a total moron to injure himself so grievously during inspection that his life would be at risk.

"Hmm," Gibbs muttered upon reaching the blade. For a moment he wondered why the knife was here anyways. Had someone just forgotten it? But then why was it so deeply lodged in the tree? Gibbs shrugged and reached for the blade with one arm. He wrapped his hand around its hilt and pulled. It barely budged. The tired gryphon took a deep breath and gripped it with both hands this time. With all the strength he had left, the gryphon tugged on the blade. This time it pulled free, though far too easily. Gibbs let out an involuntary yelp as the unexpected effortless extraction caused the excess momentum to send him falling back. In the ensuing movement, he lost hold of the knife. The gryphon landed squarely on his rump across from the tree while the knife bounced across a patch of grass a few feet to his right. Aside from falling a bit on his tail, Gibbs was relatively unharmed. Still, he took his time getting up, brushing away a few leaves before he set his sights upon the knife. He took a step towards it and then immediately hopped away, wings faintly fluttering.

Dark, purple smoke poured from the knife's blade. Gibbs watched as the smoke quickly coalesced into a floating, vaguely humanoid form. It was the same curiosity that had got him to approach the knife that caused him to stand and watch more and more smoke pour from the blade and gather together until the form before him was totally defined. The creature was a purple humanoid canine with a mane of white hair at the back of her head. Gibbs decided the creature a female due to the large breasts on her chest though her featureless crotch provided no real indication of her sex. More alarming were the demonic features she possessed in the form of small bat wings at her back, a spade-tipped tail and twin white horns that jutted from either side of her skull that curled back then forward. She smiled at Gibbs as she stared at her, her grin so deep that he could see each and every one of her sharp teeth.

"Hello there, birdie," she said, her voice reminding him of a whispered sigh. She wispily floated towards him, her padded feet not touching the ground.

"Hi," Gibbs replied, smiling uneasily as his curious confidence began to fade. He took a step back as she continued to slowly approach. "I'm not, uh, a bird. Gryphon, actually."

"Gryphon," she said, tasting the words. She halted and looked over his body. "A gryphon with a name? Or a creature named Gryphon?"

"Gibbs. My name is Gibbs."

"Gibbs, Gibbs," the creature repeated. "Gibbs the gryphon. Gibbs Gryphon?" She shook her head, licking her muzzle with a strangely serpentine tongue. "It is my pleasure to meet you, Gibbs."

"And--" Gibbs looked away from the demonic hound as searched for what to say. He wasn't quite sure he was happy to meet her, but it might be impolite to say otherwise. Given that she had been borne by a knife, he was much more sure he didn't want to risk getting on her bad side. Still, how much trouble could she be? She seemed pretty insubstantial. Sticks and stones could break the gryphon's bones, but he didn't think ghosts could ever hurt him. Thus, he returned his gaze to her, and, more specifically, her eyes. This turned out to be the worst idea of all because her once violet eyes were now a swirling pattern of intriguing, entrancing colors.

"And...and..." Gibbs sputtered. "Uh, uh..."

"Look into my eyes," the demoness said. "What do you see?"

Gibbs wobbled unsteadily on his feet as the colors shifted in direction and intensity. They were so beautiful, the likes of which he had never seen. At other times, when he was at his peak of his strength he might have been able to resist it. His fatigue left him vulnerable, however. In addition, the way the hues bled and churned this way and that so it was nearly all he could focus on--nearly because there was still the hound's voice.

"Gibbs, Gibbs," she said. "I must thank you."

"Yur...wel...come."

"I am ever so grateful," she continued, approaching the gryphon and laying a hand upon his shoulder. The hound's touch was cold, but not cold enough to draw Gibb's attention away from her eyes. "You not only released me, but you gave me a nice body to possess. Can't you see why I would be grateful?"

But all Gibbs could see were those pretty, pretty colors. Still, he managed to maneuver his beak to speak.

"Y-es."

"Perfect," she said, looking down his body, Gibbs's eyes following her own. "Now your body...not so perfect. Don't you agree?"

Gibbs struggled a bit with this. He didn't agree. He liked his body, but the colors...the colors told him to say otherwise.

"Uhh..." Gibbs drawled. "Y-es."

"Hmm," The demoness purred, rubbing an arm down his chest. It felt to Gibbs like a rush of cold wind. "Too bright and white. Very plain."

"Func...tional," Gibbs weakly argued.

"And male," the demoness said, bringing a hand below to Gibbs' nethers. "That won't do, that won't do at all."

"B...ut--"

The demoness shook her head, causing Gibbs to shake his head to as he sought to follow the colors. She laughed at this and so did he.

"But nothing, Gibbs the gryphon. You want to help me, yes?"

Gibbs nodded eagerly.

"You willingly grant me your body?"

Gibbs barely nodded, but it was still a nod. The demoness's smile deepened.

"That will suffice."

With these words, the spirit rushed into Gibbs. The gryphon shuddered as his body accepted the demoness's intrusion, utterly absorbing her. He blinked, suddenly lucid thanks to the disappearance of the colors. Their absence, however, was soon made up for as a chill originating at his very core suddenly spread throughout his body. He shivered and hugged his arms close to his chest and wrapped his fluffy tail around his legs while he sought to futilely resist the cold. He tried to think what to do, whether to flee or not, but any thoughts were slowed as the cold overcame his mind as well as body. Another presence made itself at home within his mind, a sinister entity that filled his thoughts with nothing but those same colors.

With the cold and the colors came change. Gibbs shivered as the first alterations were made to his fine fur and feathers. A patch of black began at his torso and only spread from there. Up it went at first, inverting any colors it came across so that any specks of black amongst his white became spots of white against black. This was most pronounced on his legs, where the black snow leopard like spots became rings of white surrounded and filled with black. In addition, the fur became coarser and proliferated into shagginess around his hands and feet.

Gibbs shifted uneasily on his feet as his toes shrank back a bit, the black, hard keratin of his claws growing over the digits as they merged into sturdy hooves. They split down the middle and he found an easier stance once a third bit of the same material jutted out from his heels. He brought his hands to behind his now white tipped ears as something white and hard suddenly protruded from there. His black hands' hue faded to white while spiraling horns sprouted from the point behind his ears, growing back a bit before circling and pointing forward parallel to his beak. His black beak fell open for a moment as it widened, making room for sharklike teeth that bled the black his beak. He closed his ivory beak, grinding his teeth as the claws on his fingers grew out into wicked points. The gryphon winced as the cold poured out from the nibs of his wings, white hooks sprouting from those points. His tail unwrapped itself from his legs and shook as something speared from the tip, forming into a white spade.

Still in a haze, the gryphon stumbled back and looked upon his altered form. He was white where he should be black, black where he should be white, and had a few demonic additions, but otherwise he could still recognize himself mostly. This brief moment of lucidity was shattered as the cold drew inwards this time. He shivered again, shedding mass and muscle in favor of a softer, svelte form. He placed his hands on his hips to steady himself, scarcely noticing as they widened and his waist pinched in. Tucked away in his sheath, his already shrunken manhood and testicles withered further. He scarcely noticed as he became a she, shriveled testicles being the first to withdraw into a freshly formed slit while what remained of her wilted manhood shrank up to a nub atop her sex. She shuddered as further changes down there developed, her passage tunneling to her warmth momentarily driving away the cold. This weight loss down below was somewhat recouped when a portion of her upper chest pushed forward. The growths began as tiny, round lumps. With each intake of breath she took, however, they swelled, growing larger and larger into a full set of perky breasts topped by puffy ivory nipples. She brought her hands to her breasts and absentmindedly squished them together, reveling in the pleasant yet alien sensation they brought. Sometime told her she might enjoy getting used to the touch of hands upon them, especially if they weren't her own.

While the freshly feminized gryphoness groped herself for a time, her rear put on some extra padding and her thighs thickened with some extra flesh. A sinister smile ran over her visage; then, the color and the cold both rushed to her eyes. She blinked, golden eyes darkening to purple as violet smoke poured out of her eyes. Her breasts bounced as she shivered one last time while the smoke totally filtered out of her. She watched as it drifted out towards the dropped knife where it returned, funneling into the blade.

Once the smoke was totally out of sight, the demonic and corrupted gryphoness looked over her form with that same smile. Though the demoness was gone from her mind and body, some of her influence remained, just enough to keep her entranced and appreciative of her form. And what was not to appreciate? She was perfectly dark where others might be bright and horned, clawed, and corrupted enough to give lesser beings a fright. Her breasts were perfectly sized, not too large to burden her flight but large enough to attract and grope. Her feminine sex too was enticing enough for her to give it a quick touch with her claw, immediately withdrawing when she instigated electric sensation from a rub against her sensitive clit. Her form was energized, no longer tired from a long fight. In fact, she felt new power within. Momentarily her eyes swirled with colors never before seen. Once that was over, she decided to explore the rest of her abilities later. Just like the more sexual aspect of her, she would have ample time in the future to become familiar with them. For now, however, she had a more directed purpose.

The demonic gryphoness walked naturally on her hooves over to the blade. She picked it up, holding it up to her face as she listened to it whisper.

"Yes," she crooned, her voice higher and raspier than before. "I agree."

With that, she leapt into the air and took flight. Her respite under the tree certainly had proven to be revitalizing, though not as she had imagined it would be. That scarcely mattered now. She had the unnatural energy to fly for seemingly ever now in pursuit of two things: the blade's bidding and the locating of whom had placed it into the tree in the first place. With this in her entranced mind, she soared high in the sky, a dark harbinger in an otherwise bright day.