Timid Gryphons II
More Timid Gryphons...
Having just given birth, the female gryphoness despaired as her Mistress took away her beloved babies. Tears filled her eyes now; Mistress would scold her, call her a _ BAD GRYPHON! _ Her beautiful babies would be taken away; she thought she could hear her babies' cries as they were put on the butcher's block to be cut up to be cooked and eaten and... and... the gryphon's eyes snapped open because she... she could still hear her babies! They were chirping, squawking and... splashing? The female turned her head, her expression one of utter bewilderment! Yes, her human Mistress had taken her babies away--but rather than being cut up to be eaten as she had feared, the little gryphon tod and hen were still alive and... splashing about in a tub of warm water, near her?! A sob escaped her as she beheld her human Mistress... cooing and aweing over her little ones as she washed them, gently, laughing as they splashed her with their wings and got water all over!
Once they were clean of birthing fluids, Mistress dried them off with a fluffy towel, and then... and then _ gave her babies back to her , clean, content, and sleepy! Her human _wasn't going to take away her babies and dispose of them; in fact, the only thing she _did _take away for disposal was the afterbirth when it came from her body. Gently, softy, the female human coaxed the gryphon to raise her hind leg... and then, the catbird's eyes widened before closing slowly, a content sigh escaping her as her Mistress gently, tenderly washed her down there, making sure she was clean. The gryphoness had been a silly, silly hen; a wracking sob came from her, now, as she realized, remembered all the little things Mistress had done to help her during her Time; the extra food, the reassurance, even the very, _very _mild, non-addictive sedative she placed on her tongue when she'd been so worried and anxious, she thought her heart might burst and she might die.
The gryphoness wept as she remembered that calming feeling, how her Mistress laid with her when the drug slowed her, petted her, soothed her as the sedative wore off, leaving her naturally calm. She knew Mistress was a "registered nurse" and a "midwife" ... but that the human would use her skills to help such a lowly, unworthy being like her...? Eyes misting with tears, the big female watched with adoration as - her duties done - her mistress stripped off her clothes (she was a nudist at home); then a deep purr escaped the gryff as the human lay down with her _ PRESSING _ herself to the gryphons back; the gryff sighing as she relished the weight, the pressure, the contact, her human mistress cooing softly to her, petting, praising and scratched her, doting and loving on her. Fresh tears filled the hen's eyes... Mistress loved and adored her, _ and _ her babies...! Being mindful of said babies, the big hen stood, turned to face her human mistress then settled down again.
As her baby tod and hen suckled from her leonine teats, the gryphoness nuzzled her human, licked her face; then her human groaned as the big hen nipped and licked her breasts, adoring them, so much larger than her own many teats. A moment later, the dark-skinned female human gently tried to push her head away, told her repeatedly that she didn't have to do __this, but all the hen's de-training fled her mind as she buried her face in the human's pubic hair, then lapped, and tongued the woman's clitoris, before finally slipping her blunt beak inside her mistress. GODS the gryphon adored her, loved her so very much; her scent and the taste of her essence was lovely and the feel of the human's internal walls rippling, contracting around her beak reminded her of her own birthing contractions. The human's petting of her head as she licked, and licked, and licked, her praises, "... good girl, very good girl...!" filled the hen's heart with so much joy; she loved her Mistress and Mistress loved her and her babies.
She knew what to do! She was a _ good girl! _ She licked, and licked, and licked her beloved human mistress, until at last, the human cried out with orgasm, _ gushing _ her nectar all over the female gryff's beak; the big female trilling "Love, Mistress, love, love!" even as she tasted, drank, and _ snuffed _ the human's essence up into her nares, drilling the scent of MISTRESS into her brain as her own sex clenched in sympathy. She wanted to be addled and drunk on her Mistress' scent and taste, and for a time, she was. She wished and wished she could leap into her human's chest, pour her very self into her human's heart, this human who had helped and cherished and loved her so very much and helped her give birth and wanted her to keep her babies...!
Later, as her babies slept, even as her human mistress tried to soothe her, the female gryphon cried, and cried, and cried, the human's expression darkening as _ her gryphon _ told horrors of gryphon babies being butchered and eaten; of other babies made to "grow up too fast", becoming feral beasts put to work in coal mines and horrid factories until they died; or others put into fighting pits and gladiatorial arenas; and of hens like her, forced to breed and birth babies like her little ones, over and over and over, like machines, until they just couldn't anymore... Mistress expression grew grim, darker and darker, and Hen was awed that she was furious on her behalf.
Later, as Mistress cradled still-living Little Hen against her breast, Big Hen trembled as Mistress told her Husband--and then Big Hen grew frightened at the utterly thunderous look on his face, even as her love for her Mistress and family grew all the more; then as the human calmed, bounced her still-living Tod in his lap, looked down at her baby with the gentlest look in his eyes... Big Hen wept again, moved to nuzzle them both as they petted her, called her a very good girl ; she knew she had nothing to fear.