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"Okay, okay, would you calm down?" Ithilwen chastised Ceylon, her pet gryphon that sat on her shoulder, as she shoved some thick jerky into her beak. "I'm trying to do business here."

Ceylon chirped gently as she took the meat with her beak, then held it in her front talons as she nibbled and teared off individual strips. She had been a bit of a hassle for Ithilwen in the preceding months as she had been ornery and needy and grumpy, which made her master's life more challenging than it needed to be. No matter what Ithilwen did to appease her pet, it seemed to not be enough to keep Ceylon from biting at strangers and trying to steal food from vendors as the two of them walked by.

Ithilwen had at one point considered leaving Ceylon back at the inn while she was bartering in the market, but she knew that was not the best of ideas. Her pet may have not been any bigger than an average house cat, but she had within her immensely powerful magic and could cause quite a fuss if left alone for more than a few minutes at a time. In the time they had spent together, Ceylon had grown quite fond of Ithilwen and would throw a tantrum of the two were separated.

This meant that Ithilwen was both blessed and cursed by Ceylon's presence, cursed moreso when she was trying to get things done in the market. Sure, Ceylon was cute and everything, but she also liked to steal and peck and poke at others, causing trouble. No amount of novelty that came from having a pet gryphon compensated for having it make troubles wherever they went, aside from the protection she offered Ithilwen from other thieves and scammers; at least not when in town. While the two were out adventuring and searching for long-lost relics, Ceylon was invaluable.

The little gryphon's affinity for magic and tendency to hide away all the shiny things she found meant that she was perfect for life in the wilds. While she may have been ornery and cantankerous in town - something that Ithilwen could relate to - she was the best at finding enchanted items, unearthing scattered coins, and hunting game. With the aid of Ceylon, Ithilwen never got lost, they could navigate out of the most labyrinthine of catacombs, and were well protected from bandits and other mages.

Ithilwen was a competent geomancer, and her wisdom allowed her to use the elements to her advantage but she barely stood a chance in a fight against sorcerers, wizards, or mages. Anyone with intimate knowledge of elemental spells or physical magic could best her in a magic duel, but she had yet to meet a single adversary that could match the strength of her pet.

Ceylon, though feral and silly and cute and a little troublesome, possessed the most powerful magic that Ithilwen had ever seen. Not only did the wily creature have utter and complete command over the elements, physical magic, and unmatched healing abilities, she also seemed to have the most complicated and elusive magic in all the lands: Transformation magic. On the hierarchy of spells and magical abilities, transformation magic was not only the hardest to master, but the toughest to learn even the basics.

Grandmasters in the Citadel of Ademagi were not able to use transformation magic readily and without expending great amounts of energy, and yet Ithilwen's pet had conquered it, treating the discipline like it was child's play. Ceylon could change gender at will, grow and shrink as desired, change color and alter their fur and feather composition for camouflage, remove and regrow wings, and could even shift their form to that of a biped if the situation called for it.

Despite all her knowledge and apparent intelligence, she still lacked the ability to speak or properly emote. Regardless of her protective nature, mastery of virtually all magics, and unwavering dedication to Ithilwen as her master, she still acted like a feral gryphon. She chased shiny things, played with her food, loved belly rubs, and would peck and claw at Ithilwen if she wanted attention; all signs of a lesser intelligence. Yet, no matter how simple Ceylon may have seemed to an outsider, Ithilwen knew better; she knew that Ceylon would cast the most powerful of spells if her master was in danger, but only if she was in true peril. Ceylon could not be bothered to expend her energy unless Ithilwen was in mortal danger.

All those factors combined to make Ithilwen begrudgingly deal with any and all issues Ceylon's presence wrought upon her. The little scamp may have been a liability when in the market or when dealing with others, but she knew the love was there and she knew that she would not be alive if not for Ceylon. For that reason, she reached up and gave a gentle preen between her thumb and forefinger as her pet chewed on the jerky she'd given to sate the gryphon's grumpiness.

"So are you going to answer me, or not?" A thick bodied reptilian asked. He was a merchant selling hunting wares and was willing to give her two jade tabs for Ceylon. That much coin would be enough to feed and house Ithilwen for years, and was the sort of money she knew for certain that a simple merchant would not have on hand. Even if he did, she wouldn't have considered it.

Ithilwen narrowed her gaze and scoffed at him. "No, I'm not going to give you the answer you want. Even if you had the money you claim to offer for her, I doubt you'd have the manners to treat her right. You'd be burned to a crisp within a week, and I think you hold much more value for me if you're alive to sell me arrows. So no, I will not sell her."

He hissed at her and slammed his hand down on the table, pulling the coins she'd left there into his satchel while never letting his gaze leave hers. He turned and rooted around in one of his chests to get a bundle of twenty-five rockwood arrows. They were thicker and heavier than normal arrows, which meant they were great for penetrating armor or taking down bigger and stronger game. He lowered his voice, trying to sound sinister. "Fine, here's your arrows. But know that your attitude is going to get you killed some day, and you should learn to-"

"I think I'm doing just fine." She interrupted him. "People have been threatening me for years and I'm still here. Not only am I still here, but I could turn this entire market into an inferno if I so desired. I know you're trying to make me fear for my life because of some black market potions guild that wants this here gryphon, but it won't work because she's loyal to me and I've put many who have come after her underground. You don't want to threaten someone like me, just sell your wares and shut up." She growled at him, twisting the truth a bit to sound more menacing than she actually was.

Ithilwen lacked the sheer power to turn anything into an inferno and had not gotten into the habit of killing people unless it was absolutely necessary, but her geomancy allowed her to bury people up to their necks, thus keeping them trapped for hours as she got away.

The reptilian merchant hissed back at her and snarled before putting on a fake smile and going to the other side of his shop to service another customer.

"Look at the trouble you get me into, Ceylon." She sighed, giving the gryphon's neck and chest feathers a bit of a rub and preen. "You're lucky you're so cute, or I might have to trade you off!"

Ceylon squawked and nipped at Ithilwen's ear, beak pinching pretty tight to show she didn't approve of the joke, and continued to peck and claw even as Ithilwen flailed a bit.

"Cut it out, birb! You're going to make me look like a fool, flapping my arms like I'm trying to fly." She put her finger up between Ceylon's pecking beak and her ear, gently pushing the gryphon away. "Now, it's time for you to relax your fluff bottom, an I think it might be time for us to...to..." She sniffed the air, noticing a familiar aroma billowing around them.

The gryphon dug her claws into the rawhide shoulder pad, grumpy and still frustrated by the threat to sell her. She hissed and ruffled her feathers, wagging her rump end a bit, the sweet scents growing stronger with each passing second.

Ithilwen knew that smell, it happened every few months with Ceylon and was about to trigger an unpleasant few days that would not be fun to deal with for her unless she found a way to keep her pet calmed. Knowing what had to be done and why Ceylon was being so peckish, Ithilwen slipped her way through the crowd to emerge from the market into an alleyway, jovially thinking to herself about how no good things ever came from a person taking refuge in an alley. She grabbed Ceylon by the sides and lifted the perturbed bird onto a crate, spinning her around while roughly lifting her tail.

Ceylon resisted at first, but then relaxed and laid her chest down to the wood of the crate.

"I knew it." Ithilwen sighed, shaking her head. Her gryphon pet's black-fleshed vulva had grown plump and moist, tiny drops of her seasonal arousal threatening to trickle off her bulbous clitoris while it winked. She was in heat, and needed some release and an orgasm to calm her nerves for the day if she was going to stop acting out. The gryphon's rump end was high in the air, and her tail was folded up over her back while her hind legs were sprayed, like a cat presenting to anyone who would give them attention. Ithilwen and Ceylon both were hidden behind a stack of crates and barrels, unseen from anyone at the marketplace.

Ithilwen glanced around the wood to make sure nobody was watching before reluctantly slipping a single finger into her pet's swollen sex. She lightly pumped in and out while easing a second finger in to imitate the light thrusts of a similarly sized drake while her other hand scooped and prodded at the contents of her satchel. In a rolled up paper bag, she had a stash of various vegetables that she had intended on eating, including carrots, cucumbers, zucchini, eggplant, bell peppers, and corn cobs. While her two fingers lightly rotated and spread apart to test her pet's malleability, she came to the conclusion that the best fit would be the zucchini - which was as big around as her wrist.

"Zucchini doesn't taste all that good, anyway." She joked to herself, plucking it from the bag.

She gave another few light massages of Ceylon's inner sex before slowly pulling out and widening her finger tips, spreading Ceylon's vulva as she lightly pressed the blunt, rounded end of the zucchini into the gryphon. With only a bit of pressure and an eager response from her gryphon pet, the bulbous tip of the vegetable popped in and slid with ease until nearly three quarters of its length had been swallowed up by gryphon lips.

Ceylon immediately arched her back and threw her head back, beak open but not making a sound as gravity and her own eager nature let the smooth-skinned makeshift toy sunk into her.

"There ya go. Good girl." Ithilwen cooed as she grabbed at the other end of the toy, digging her claws in for grip as she spun the zucchini from side to side while lightly pumping it in and out. She was trying to please her pet, not imitate that of a male gryphon because that would require shoving a carrot and apple in her, then leaving them there overnight. Gryphons mate until sun-up, tied together longer and more thoroughly than canines, which was fine for them in the wild or in breeding pens, but not good for Ithilwen.

With a chirp and a trill, Ceylon glanced back over her shoulder with a gaped grin, tongue rolling and hips grinding against the vegetable. She was clearly enjoying herself, going so far as to spread her legs and lean back into the toy, clitoris winking like a mare and juices squirting all over the wood of the crate. Each of her motions actually seemed to be sucking the vegetable up, swallowing it bit by bit until the bulgy part of it lurched in past her lips and she clenched down hard, holding it in place while her clitoris remained in a permanent state of wink.

"Alright, let go of the toy, Ceylon." Ithilwen chastised as she gave a gentle tug, the bulge acting sort of like a tie within her pet. She gave another tug, this time while rotating the toy to have it slip and slide against the flesh of Ceylon's depths, soaking it in the juices of her arousal before having it pop out with a sudden jerking motion. The blunt end of the toy burst out from the gryphon's sex, leaving her gaped and hollow for only a minute before she leaned back into it, eager to feel more.

Ithilwen had been dealing with this every few months for as long as she'd kept Ceylon around, yet it always astounded her just how much the little gryph could accommodate and swallow all at once. The zucchini was easily thicker than any anthro cock - sans knot - and yet she took it like it was nothing at all. Though this seemed strange and outlandish on the surface, Ithilwen knew that, with innate transformation abilities, one's flesh was naturally malleable and could likely stretch and shift to accommodate just about anything within reason.

She balled up her free fist to size it up and chuckled as she idly pumped the zucchini in and out of Ceylon's swollen sex, enjoying the subtle shifts in vulva shape that went along with the displacement of the flesh from within. She knew that Ceylon could probably have handled the eggplant, but Ithilwen lacked the time or patience to help her pet with that sort of endeavor, at least for now.

After a few minutes of deep, full-lengthed thrusts, Ceylon finally shuddered and collapsed, pulling away and flopping in the tiny puddle of her own arousal. She had had her little feral orgasm, and now it was time for Ithilwen to take her up to the inn where they could relax for the night and head back out in the morning.

Before she did that, however, Ithilwen got curious. After taking one more nervous glance to make sure nobody was watching, she slid her hand under Ceylon's tail and lifted it up, exposing the dark red of her pet's depths hidden within the jet black of her outer vulva. The gryphon was gaped and drooling a light slimy mess over her clit and into that puddle that was soaking up into her inner thighs; this image drew Ithilwen in, burying her muzzle under gryphon tail to plunge her tongue in deep.

Ceylon trilled and raised her hindquarters up again as her master sampled her flavors, but this didn't last long as Ithilwen wasn't convinced she liked the flavor. Within mere seconds of feral bliss, the two parted lips from one another and Ithilwen took her pet back on her shoulder, ready to call it a day and get back to her room, where she could read about the local legends of magical relics.

Before the two of them reemerged back into the hustle and bustle of the Uriel Coast Market, she held the zucchini up and watched closely as a single drop of Ceylon's arousal dribbled off the end of it. Not wanting to waste any produce - especially not one that had been marinated so well - she shrugged and took a big bite, sloshing it around in her maw before chewing and swallowing. To her delight, the gryphon's fluids added a pleasant complimentary tartiness, a bit salty, and the faintest hint bitter.

Not a bad flavor combination, so she ate the rest and threw the stem away.

"Come on, girl. Let's get you somewhere that you cannot create problems for me." She patted her shoulder with the raw hide to coax Ceylon - now satisfied and calmed - to hop up. Once the gryphon was perched up and happy, Ithilwen adjusted her satchel and quiver so she could go about her day, where she would return to the inn.

The moment Ithilwen slipped into her room at the inn, Ceylon jumped off her shoulder and flapped once to land on the bed, where she clawed at and rolled in the sheets. Ithilwen turned and locked the door, then peeled the covers back to cover her pet, hiding her from sight.

Ceylon chirped and hopped and poked at the sheets with her beak and claws as she slowly calmed down. Being covered in the blanket - or generally being in a tight and small space like that - would pacify her, put her to sleep, and calm her down. From Ithilwen's readings about feral gryphons, it reminds them of a time when they are young and their mother would sit on the next, making all the gryphlets relax and calm down or be pecked at. Since Ceylon saw Ithilwen almost like a mother figure, having her put a sheet over the gryphon would immediately trigger that instinctive reaction.

At least until she poked her head out from the side of the sheet.

"Hey, get back in there." Ithilwen scorned as she poked Ceylon on the beak, forcing her to pull back under the covers. "You stay there and be nice until I've settled in."

Ithilwen walked over to the dresser and mirror, where she took off the baldric that held both the rawhide on her shoulder and a dagger over her chest. After hanging it up, she did the same with her satchel and quiver, leaving her with only the natural green colored armor she wore. She smiled at herself, admiring the bright colors before reaching around to un-clasp the armor at the back, allowing it to fall off her chest and leave her naked from the waist up. Then, through the edge of the mirror, she saw something behind her that made her turn.

The bulge in the blankets that once covered Ceylon's tiny cat-sized form had grown to the size of a small person, with tail and wing tips poking out from beneath the covers. When she peeled back the covers, she saw that Ceylon had grown immensely, at least quadrupling in size to the heft of a large dog. Ceylon blinked as her - now his - pupils dilated and he chirped at her. The end of his tail flicked wildly over the side of the bed, which she brushed away and laughed at.

"Well, this is marginally inconvenient." She admitted before taking her pants off. "But I can't have you being all horny and in estrus, so I guess it could be a positive thing to not have you in season like you were when female, so in some ways this is better."

She kicked her pants off to the side and grabbed a book from her dresser, an untitled book that she'd been reading for weeks ever since arriving in Uriel. She'd been gifted that book by a scholar in Klyneth, who spoke of the grand treasures and relics to be found in Farragouth, most notably along the northwest seaboard. Her intention was to read about their supposed locations, solve the riddles, and take Ceylon out on a quest to find as many as she could in the coming months.

"Move over." She instructed her pet as she pushed Ceylon's rump away from her side of the bed, flopping the covers back to their original position. "You're in the way."

Ceylon moved, and rolled around onto his back with his one leg up high to expose his sheath and balls. The tip of his barbed member poking out from the soft, furred flesh there. As female, Ceylon was mostly dignified and not prone to exposing themselves unless in estrus, but when male he had no problem begging for any attention or rubs anywhere on his body.

Ithilwen rolled her eyes in amusement, shaking her head as she flopped down onto the bed next to him, pulling a pillow up under her chest for leverage. She pried open the book and let her tail wag a bit as she started reading, feet in the air and mind focused on the content of the book itself. In her reading, she quickly found out the location of the nearest of the relics, which was north of town and in a cove surrounded by beaches and tall cliffs. Apparently, if the text was to be believed, the gem there was said to be the Eye of the Cat, a gem that could allow one to see into the mind of others.

This wasn't her sort of relic, as she was not looking into seeing what was in the minds of others. Sure, such things had immense value to the right person and could help her with bartering and negotiation, but in her experience, people's minds could not be trusted to not drive others mad. She had, at a few times in her life, had others meld minds with her, and what she saw was usually a combination of lewd, violent, and incomprehensible. She had no desire to experience that again.

While she was reading, she was also taking notes in her own book, writing in what she felt to be the most accurate set of directions after leaving north of town, as well as her own opinions on the personal value in each of the artifacts she would read up on. As the hours passed and the evening faded into night, she was noticing that Ceylon was growing increasingly close to her, preening at the blue fur of her haunches and the fluff at the base of her tail.

She thought nothing of this at first, as gryphons were known to actively preen and nuzzle at those they felt were close. Other flock members, lovers, or family members were fair game for a good preening, and Ithilwen loved the attention. It wasn't until Ceylon laid one of his large talons on her rump cheek that she thought this might be more than a friendly preen.

Despite not being sure if she was going to let her pet have his way, she didn't stop him at fist.

Ceylon tugged at her rump cheek, peeling it to the side and exposing her tender pucker and lips, his heated breath tickling her as he sidled up closer and huffed at her. He still was preening at her tail fluff, but was cheekily easing his way closer to the base where he could extend his tongue to prod at her. This didn't bother her one bit, as she was still feeling residual desire from the earlier situation in the market with Ceylon and the vegetable.

She arched her spine and raised her tail, lightly spreading her legs to give better access as she continued reading her book, idly taking half-assed notes as she licked her lips and hoped for her pet to have a go at her.

As expected, it didn't take long at all to entice the gryphon to get on all fours and align himself over her legs, beak buried between her cheeks and tongue lapping at her folds. She bit her lip and pushed up into him, resisting the urge to clamp her thighs together. With a casual glance back, she saw that the entirety of Ceylon's barbed and ridged cock was poking out of his sheath, drooling precum onto her calves as Ceylon eagerly preened and nuzzled into her.

"Who's a good boy?" She asked, a rhetorical question to a pet too focused on mating to care about who was and was not a good boy. Still, she answered her own question as she spread her knees as far as she could go while still easing her rump up high enough for the dog-sized gryphon to mount.

He chirped and trilled at her, giving one last series of preens before digging his talon into her hip, using that for stability as he hopped up onto her. While up there, he stepped forth until his member was resting between her rump cheeks, the warm barbed tip throbbing against her lips. He didn't buck into her wildly like a dog, he was far too dignified for that and she'd trained him well. She was already dripping wet with anticipation but knew that she had nothing to worry about with him.

One thing that Ithilwen had come to learn in her time with Ceylon was that he was far easier to manage and keep content when he was male. He could be a bit more aggressive when she herself was in heat or if they were in farmland where he could smell estrus mares, but when it was just the two of them he remained dignified and in possession of self control. The gryphon leaned over his master's back, talons squeezing her hips as he buried his beak in her long, luxurious hair to lightly clamp down on her neck. He waited for her to give her permission to go any farther.

Though having his beak around her neck was a little uncomfortable, Ithilwen found that it turned her on more than not having it there, and Ceylon often missed his target if she brushed him off. Content and ready for him, she nodded and whimpered gently. "Go ahead, boy. I'm yours tonight."

Before she had even finished her sentence, Ceylon arched his back and spread his wings to cover her body on either side, his barbed tip stabbing at her now-moist lips only a few times before it found its mark and slid into her with ease.

She took in a long, deep breath as she dropped her pencil and note pad on the bed before her, gasping and whimpering at the sensation of his barbed member sliding into her, plowing through her depths and immediately snagging against the walls of her sex. The bulging mass of his knot pressed heavy against her lips, parting them and threatening to pop into her the moment she relaxed her loins, which she tentatively considered. Her muscles twitched and her walls quivered as her nerves got the better of her; she wasn't yet ready to feel him burst into her yet she knew it was coming regardless.

Ceylon bucked his hips again, squishing and rolling his knot against her opening as his barbs tickled and tugged at her flesh deep within. He kept grinding and gyrating his hips, forcing every knot lobe to shift and rotate in order to find the best angle to plunge into her sex, where they would get locked together. Despite having the strength needed to do so, he was unable to slip into his master.

That was because Ithilwen was still a little tense, unsure if she was ready for what he had to offer. He was a bit bigger than the last time they had fooled around with Ceylon as a male, and even then his knot was quite intense and difficult to handle. Plus, she knew that since gryphons tended to tie overnight, once she let him in, they would not be parting ways until morning. The option to reach her hand between her legs and squeeze at the base of his knot was there, and that would alleviate much of the pressure and worry she had about an extended tie, but she also knew that wasn't enough to satisfy.

After a few minutes of grinding back against him, her hips meeting his as his member stirred her loins, she took in yet another deep and long breath, relaxing her muscles to finally let him in. She knew there was always a risk involved in allowing him to tie with her, but she enjoyed it just so very much that she couldn't imagine ever saying no to that cute, feathered face of his or that thick, throbbing knot. Mere seconds after she relaxed, Ceylon's hips bucked forth, his knot squeezing and lurching in.

She let out another gasp as she smiled, balling her hands up in fists and clutching at the sheets and pillow that propped her up. The pressure was quickly building inside her as her pet's knot swelled inside her, just beyond the tightness just beyond her lips, the same bottleneck that kept knots of her own kind tied to her. However, unlike the knots of her own kind, Ceylon had six lobes and a knot that was as long as it was wide, so the accommodations of her sex meant to mate with other canines were not quite ideal for gryphons, and that meant his swollen girth was constantly tugging on her flesh.

Such differences required that she had to focus on relaxation and tension in order to remain comfortable, but Ceylon seemed to know and understand this so he calmed himself as soon as his knot was fully inflated. He let go of her neck, licking and preening her gently to show his affection as his member pulsated and throbbed against her taut flesh, both of his hind legs up on her calves so he didn't tug on her too hard. Inside, his barbs splayed out and his throbbing length began to pump seed one gush at a time directly into her womb.

"You're a very, very good boy." She whined at him, smiling and reaching back to give his neck feathers a scritch. "Now be an even better boy and stay there while I finish my reading." Her voice and words trembled with every syllable as she struggled to not let the overwhelming pleasure of the pressure his knot exerted upon her get the better of her.

He trilled at her and continued to preen at her as his loins twitched, filling her with seed as his barbs tickled her and coaxed her cervix open; this allowed his knot to slip just a little bit deeper and for her opening to close shut around the base of his knot. This granted her the comfort she wanted and needed to enjoy the night while also giving her that deep, powerful sensation of having the essence of gryphon deposited directly into her womb.

Comfortable and content, she sighed and relaxed, slowly letting her belly descend onto the bed with Ceylon coming down with her. She once again picked up her book to continue reading while her pet remained atop her, his wings splayed out to protect her while his hind legs perched on her haunches and he idly preened her fur and hair.

Ithilwen couldn't much imagine a better way to sleep than to have her gryphon tied to her while she read her books and took notes on the relics she planned on adventuring to find. Ceylon's knot tugged at her with every motion her pet took, and made it incredibly challenging for her to find a proper position to sleep in once she was ready to call it a night. Eventually, she rolled over onto her side balled up with her knees to her chest as Ceylon laid on his belly with his cock pulled backwards between his legs, the both of them still tied together.

All night, she could feel his heart beat accentuated by a throbbing tension every minute or so that pumped more of his seed into her; while this felt wonderful and she found her loins aching with desire and on the verge of orgasm well into the night, she did eventually allow herself to fall asleep amidst the never ending pleasure, slumber taking her while her hand was forced between her thighs and her finger rubbing at her clit, knot still tied to the wolf's sex.

She wouldn't have wanted to sleep any other way.

Ithilwen awoke the next morning to see that she was no longer tied to Ceylon, but was instead laying in her side with her rump soaked in the gooey mess of gryphon seed that had poured out of her. When she pushed her hair from her eyes and looked around the room, she quickly came to see that Ceylon was back to feline size and, upon closer inspection, had reverted back to female. This made Ithilwen think that size and gender may have somehow been interlinked, but she wasn't sure of it since there had been times when Ceylon had grown to the size of a mare while still being female.

Regardless of what might have happened in the past - and in some ways because of the discrepancies between old events and new - Ithilwen decided it was time to get to the bottom of this.

Fun as it may have been to enjoy Ceylon's company no matter what form they took - now a she - Ithilwen knew that her behaviour could get out of control if the wrong blend of magic and mania hit at the same time. If the gryphon ended up at the height of her estrus while also being the size of an ulokar or, skies forbid, an elephant, then she could wreak havoc on a populace not ready to deal with her. While that combination had yet to bestow itself on Ceylon, Ithilwen knew that if it ever happened, Ceylon could swallow up a dozen people in that insatiable sex of hers before she felt satisfied.

Though the thought of taking a trip deep into her pet at full size was a fantasy that Ithilwen had harbored for months, it was not something she expected to be able to indulge unless someone made a potion specifically designed for such a thing. All people regardless of species needed to breathe.

After taking a moment to sit up straight and rub her eyes clean, Ithilwen hobbled her way over to the dresser to brush her hair and wake herself up. Ceylon was still asleep, so she used a towel to wipe her cum-soaked haunches off before getting dressed. The noise of her messing around with her baldric and quiver and satchel woke her pet, who flutter-hopped over to the dresser beside her and chirped happily, preening at Ithilwen's chest fluff.

She gave a gentle pet and preen as she reached into her satchel to get another strip of jerky. Ceylon must have been hungry after the rapid-fire transformations and would need the energy, so she happily supplied the biggest and juiciest chunk of dried meat for her gryphon pet. "Here's some breakfast, would you like to perhaps go out and get some eggs? I'm in desperate need of something to eat myself." Her belly rumbled a bit so she lightly patted and rubbed it.

Ceylon chirped while hopping on the dresser, eager to do precisely that.

"Good. Glad to hear it. Come on girl, let's go." Ithilwen patted the raw hide on her shoulder and Ceylon hopped up, allowing the two to leave the inn's room and embark upon that day's journey.

Ithilwen wasn't frustrated or angry, but she didn't feel like she had any real desire to deal with people that morning so she went about her errands in town with haste. The two enjoyed a breakfast together with Ceylon nomming on eggs and meat while Ithilwen enjoyed a more balanced meal that also included some hash browns and juice. After that, they took a quick stop at the fresh produce stand just in case Ceylon needed to be emergency filled again - or just to eat - to buy up more eggplant and even a few apples. Ithilwen bought more jerky for her travels, and Ceylon stole an earring from a jeweler's stand as they walked by, so Ithilwen was obligated to purchase it while scolding her gryphon.

The last stop before leaving town was at an underground tavern, where Ithilwen knew to get things that wouldn't be readily available in the public market. There, she was able to trade high value coins for black market items such as a syringe with a half dozen needles of varying gauges, vials, flame gems, and some herbs for masking the smell of cooking potions. While she was shopping for those items, Ceylon's pupils dilated as if she knew what was coming.

Upon leaving the underground market, they were escorted out a series of tunnels that brought them beyond the city's walls and into the wilderness, where they embarked upon their journey.

Ithilwen may have been taking notes on the relics of the region, but she wasn't planning on investigating that yet. Instead, she would be doing some experimentation upon her gryphon in an attempt to figure out what was going on with her and why her transformations were getting more frequent and her heat cycles were growing more intense.

They walked about a half dozen kilometers away from the cave that led to the underground of Uriel to stop in a wooded clearing with emerald green grasses and a thick morning fog blanketing the surrounding underbrush. Light fluffy clouds were in the sky, casting shade upon the land to give the early morning a jaunty feel that seemed to make both Ceylon and Ithliwen beam with happiness.

The gryphon stood on Ithilwen's shoulder, beak agape in a smile as she spread her wings to stay balanced while her master found a nearby rock to sit on. She preened and pecked and rubbed against the wolf's cheek fur, trying her best to be chipper and happy; it was like she was trying to appeal to Ithilwen to not use those needles on her.

"Stay there." Ithilwen commanded as she slipped her quiver and satchel off her shoulders, placing them behind the rock. She then slid the baldric out from under Ceylon and tossed it as well, leaving her on the rock with Ceylon on her shoulders, wearing only her green armors to cover her blue fur. "So, you know why we're here, don't you?" She asked, as if she expected an answer.

Ceylon's expression went from chipper and happy to dour and worried, like she was a dog caught stealing a treat from their owner. She averted her gaze, not willing to make eye contact.

"Oh, don't be such a drama queen, Ceylon. You know why I've got to do this, it's not the first time we've been in this situation, and once I've collected enough samples I just might be able to get an expert to get a better look; I just can't do it in town because, well, you know why." She stroked at Ceylon's chest plumage, running her fingers through the feathers to imitate a preen. "So be a good girl and please don't give me any troubles."

The gryphon deflated on the spot, every feather of hers shrinking down to flatten itself upon her form as a wheezing whine escaped her beak. She was not one bit pleased and as not going to pretend otherwise. While it was true and she had been through the extraction process in the past, that didn't change the fact that she did not enjoy it. At least there was some solace in the fact that she would not dare to struggle during the process or fear making a bloody mess like the first time.

Ithilwen reached into her satchel and grabbed one of the syringes as well as a needle that was in a tiny little bag with a cork over the tip; Ceylon immediately squawked, but the wolf kept at her duties. She pulled the plunger of the syringe out fully so that the needle was connected to the hollow shell, then reached back into her satchel to grab a vial and slip it into the shell of the syringe, which was perfectly sized to fit the vials she had purchased. This created a tool that could be used to extract blood for testing, but also worked to extract the ademane that fueled magic power.

Ceylon remained upon Ithilwen's shoulder, gripping so tight that her claws were digging into the wolf's fur and even started to stab into her flesh. This irritated Ithilwen, but she understood Ceylon's hesitations so she didn't bother chastising her pet because of it. Instead, she gently laid the syringe down with the cork still on the needle to extend her arm for Ceylon to perch upon.

She didn't move from her master's shoulder.

"Come on, Ceylon. You know I have to do this, please don't make it any more difficult than it has to be. If you don't come down off your perch to sit on my lap like a good girl, I will have to put you there forcefully, and you know I don't want to do that. So, please, I know you understand me when I ask you to come lay on my lap." She patted both of her thighs with both of her hands, hoping that her pet would do as she was told and not give her any more guff.

Luckily for her, Ceylon was not in the mood to get into a fight with her master and quickly hopped down off Ithilwen's shoulders to land on her lap. And, showing she remembered the last few times they'd done this, rolled onto her back with paws and talons up in the air and tail off to the side. Her vulva were exposed, dry as could be and unaroused, making her discomfort even more clear.

"I'm sorry, Ceylon. You know that if I don't do this for you, you're just going to keep growing and shrinking, and you're going to lose control more and more. That's why I need to get the juices out of you, so you can't use your more powerful magics for a while." She shifted in place and grabbed the syringe and needle, pulling the cork off the needle point tip while cradling the end of the vial out the bottom of the syringe's tube. "And if we're lucky, I can get some of this to Ilorek and he can run some tests to figure out why your magic goes wild when you're in heat."

"Mrawr!" Ceylon yipped at her, eyes narrowed and ears flat to her skull.

"If you say so. Just sit still." Ithilwen inhaled as deep as she could, so she could hold her breath and exhale as slowly as possible. With her increased concentration and self control, she started to feel around Ceylon's groin, slipping her fingertips along the crease between the vulva and the furred area of her inner thigh. She poked and prodded, trying her best to find the subtle but important bulge of the ademane gland within. Once found, she brought the syringe down to the point that her finger rest upon, and paused for one last moment before she eased the needle into Ceylon's flesh.

The needle plunged deep into the crease between the ebony of her vulva and the pink of her inner rump cheek, disappearing into the swollen gland within her. Almost instantly, a lightly glowing teal fluid started to seep out into the syringe's tube and fill the vial.

All the while, Ceylon's lower beak chattered and she whimpered and shuddered on Ithilwen's lap, distressed and in discomfort, but not in enough pain to cause any real concern. She hated this - especially the part about having the needle in that region of her - but she was an intelligent and well behaved gryphon pet and didn't put up a fuss when Ithilwen commanded her not to.

Ithilwen knew this, which is why she was so communicative with the gryphon. Feral or sentient, she didn't know for sure, but Ceylon seemed to be able to understand commands and pick up on inflection better than any other companion animals that she'd seen. This made dire situations and the need for diligence a bit easier for them, as Ceylon would do what she was told without hesitation when Ithilwen spoke with that authority.

"Good girl. You're being a very good girl, Ceylon. We're almost done." She cooed at her pet as she gave Ceylon a bit of a belly rub with one hand, other hand still cradling the syringe in her other hand as the vial filled with the liquid. By her calculation, this vial was nearly the perfect volume to fill with the ademane of a single gland from a creature the size of Ceylon.

Eventually, after a few grueling minutes of patience and discomfort, the ademane stopped flowing and the vial was nearly full. Ithilwen then pulled the needle out and immediately put her other thumb over the tiny puncture wound to keep it from bleeding as she re-corked the needle and gingerly slid the vial out of the syringe to cork it as well.

"One down, one to go." She announced, only to have her words met with a hiss from Ceylon. "What? I'm sorry, it's not my fault you have two glands in there; I have to get them both if we're to ensure you can't transform for the next week, and don't we want that so you don't get overtly needy?"

Ceylon rolled her eyes and huffed, chattering her beak as she writhed on Ithilwen's lap with tail tip flicking and talons curling a the air as if to threaten her master. A threat that Ithilwen disregarded by putting her finger into Ceylon's grip and shaking paws with her. This only served to make Ceylon turn away and hiss again, grumpier than before.

"I know, I know. Don't worry, five more minutes until we get to the part you like. One more gland to extract, then we can focus on draining you of that seasonal desire one last time, okay?" She patted Ceylon on the belly and kept her in place ass she put away the first vial in her satchel and got all the tools and equipment together to make another one of the makeshift ademane extracting vials. One corked needle, a syringe with no plunger, and a perfectly sized vial in the open tube of the syringe.

She gave her pet another rub down the other side of her vaginal lips, using her thumb to lightly prod and drag at the velvety flesh while palpating for that other gland. While there, she felt a tell-tale moisture along Ceylon's slit, a slick lubricant being produced and dispersed along her inner flesh and plump lips. Ithilwen knew Ceylon must have been thinking about the next stage, readying herself for when the needle part was over, which was good since it meant she was as perceptive as she seemed.

Ithilwen found the subtle lump of the gland and kept her thumb claw where she needed it to be, allowing her to focus her other hand on popping the cork off the needle and aiming it's pointed tip at the puncture site. She felt bad this time, because she could tell by look, feel, and smell that Ceylon's level of arousal was quickly rising, which meant that the extra blood flow could taint the ademane or make a mess upon withdrawal of the syringe. Fortunate enough for both of them, she manage to submerge the metal of the needle deep enough to puncture the ademane gland before any blood filled the syringe, keeping the ademane that emerged intact and pure.

"See? I knew you'd be fine." She assured her pet as she gave Ceylon a proper belly rub, running her fingers through the gryphon's fur and feathers while also lightly kneading at her talons and paws, a proper massage for a good girl that earned it.

Ceylon remained indisposed as her ademane was drained out into the vial, not willing to make eye contact with her master the entire time. Fair. She did clearly feel a little violated even if they both knew in their hearts that this was necessary.

The ademane halted its flow into the vial, signaling that she was completely drained and had only a small hint of her power. She still had magic ability and ademane remained flowing throughout her body and would continue to be secreted in the dozen other glands throughout her body, but the spells she would cast would no longer have any effect on her estrus cycle or the desire that came from seasonal changes in her body. She could still transform, but she would no longer feel that intense, above average desire that she was so used to feeling.

At least not until her next heat cycle. Or whenever her ademane replenished itself. Whichever of those two scenarios came first.

Content with the extraction, Ithilwen pulled the vial out of the syringe with the needle still in Ceylon's groin to cork the sample and save it in her satchel. Once the sample was complete, she pressed her thumb to the entry point and pulled the needle out, covering up the pinprick before any blood drops could emerge.

With her free hand, she corked up the needle tip and tossed all the ingredients in a special, thick-lined pouch used to hold medical equipment and tossed it all into her satchel. She never once took her thumb off Ceylon's groin, worried that if she did there would be a mess. That was precisely why she chose not to do the extraction in her inn rental; if something went wrong there would be a mess that she'd have to pay heavily to have cleaned. That was not a bill she wished to incur.

As her thumb rubbed gently on Ceylon's inner thigh against the deep black of her vulva, Ithilwen gave a gentle tug to part her lips and get a good view at the glistening, ruby-red flesh inside. Ceylon's arousal was clearly back up to its maximum capacity, and her level of excitement was showing in her glowing eyes and flicking tail. She knew what was coming next and wasn't going to let her master forget it.

Ceylon chirped and gape-grinned up at Ithilwen, smiling with her talons folded up on her chest. When Ithilwen didn't immediately take the next step, she chirped again and curled up to bite her on the wrist, yanking on her thumb to bring it down to her groin.

"Wow, needy much birb?" Ithilwen laughed as she did as commanded, bringing her second hand down to Ceylon's other lip, resting both thumbs on either vulva. She pried the gryphon's lips apart with ease, Ceylon's vaginal walls expanding to gape right from lips to cervix. The air that percolated from within her cavernous depths billowed up like a steam cloud, filling Ithilwen's nostrils like the musk of a male. "Wow, you are not letting me off the hook on this one, are you?" She joked, moving her thumbs so the black lips opened and closed with a series of guttural slaps that mimicked her voice.

The gryphon chirped and cycle-kicked up, her hind paws kneading at Ithilwen's upper arms and shoulders. It could not be clearer that she needed her loins to be stimulated now. Between the swollen lips, the moist depths, and the gaping sex, everything screamed that she needed to be stuffed full.

Ithilwen did as she had intended, slipping two fingers into Ceylon with her tips pointing up to tease and caress the engorged, hyper-sensitive spot just beyond the gryphon's urethra. She walked each finger back and forth in a come-hither motion, applying greater bits of pressure with every motion until Ceylon's spine arched and a cute little spurt of arousal burst out into Ithilwen's palm.

"Aww, did I hit your button, little one?" She cooed at her pet, maintaining the rhythmic motion of both her middle and ring fingers walking over Ceylon's squirt button. Much as she enjoyed doing that, she got the distinct impression that she could fit a bit more into her kitty-sized gryph, so she slid her pointer finger in, too, leaving only pinky and thumb out, the latter of which she used to gently rub at Ceylon's pulsating clit.

A deep rumbling chirp and whimper and chatter and churr started to come from Ceylon's lower beak, a quivering show of pleasure rumbling her gullet all the while. The little gryph was quite easy to please, and Ithilwen was eager to satisfy her pet in any way she could. As such, she slipped that last of four fingers into Ceylon, moving all four fingertips in waves over that button that coaxed one tiny little spurt after another into her palm, soaking her half way down the forearm.

Like before, Ithilwen knew that Ceylon's residual transformation made her flesh exceptionally malleable and elastic, which meant that it shouldn't have surprised her when the gryphon's pussy seemed to beg for more even after having four fingers roughly caressing her pussy flesh in waves. This felt odd even for Ceylon, since Ithilwen could see that if she balled up her fist or laid it out on her pet's belly, the width from thumb to pinky was almost the same width as Ceylon's belly from flank to flank.

It didn't seen possible, and it didn't seem right, but she couldn't help herself or hold back from sliding her thumb down between her pet's luscious lips to join the four fingers in her cavernous, insatiable sex. Only a slight pause stopped her from burying her whole hand into Ceylon in one guttural lurch, but she couldn't help but take a moment to survey the situation to make sure she wasn't going to hurt her pet.

Ceylon was flopped on her back, nestled between Ithilwen's thighs with head draped over her knees and beak agape, tongue lolling out as all four of her paws clawed and grabbed at the air. Her tail was flicking out to the side, excitable and eager to grab something, and her pussy lips were twitching as he clitoris was winking like a mare. Every motion was steeped in a sensual desire to be filled and fucked raw, just like the gryphon mare in heat that she was.

Unable to deny such a sensual and sumptuous demand, Ithilwen spread her fingers apart inside Ceylon and rotated her a wrist before converging them again while slipping her thumb in alongside them, her other hand holding down against the gryphon's chest while the penetrating fist got forced in deep and hard with an audible, guttural squelch. Ceylon arched her back and started grinding down, hips gyrating as she let out an extended trill to signify just how much she loved that sensation.

Ithilwen smiled as she watched Ceylon's winking clit and twitching vulva squeeze around her wrist, almost pulling her in deeper as the gryphon's depths practically vibrated in pleasure. She was shocked at how roomy her pet seemed to be, as she was still able to wave her fingers inside, sloshing about at the tender pillows of flesh that lightly squeezed against her digits. Despite the fact that she could actually see the bulge of her knuckles pressing out against Ceylon's lower abdomen and her fingertips must have been teasing at the edge of her ribcage, she'd not felt any entrance to a womb or other obstructions along the way.

She did, however, feel that Ceylon was far tighter - almost obstructively so - nearer her vulva. Like Ithilwen herself, Ceylon's body seemed destined for a proper tie with a knotted male.

After offering a few shallow thrusts of her fist, the bulge of her knuckles sliding in brisk, short motions to massage the button that triggered the explosive orgasms, Ithilwen decided to curl her fingers up into a fist. She struggled at first to get the leverage against Ceylon's flesh, but found quickly that she could force it and not bring about discomfort. On the contrary, the harder she curled and the stronger she flexed, the more receptive Ceylon's depths became.

The moment she finished making the ball of her fist inside - the entirety of her hand now resembling a swollen gryphon knot - Ceylon rolled onto all fours and hopped down off Ithilwen's lap, tugging her master with her. While on the ground, Ceylon lowered her head and kept her rump up, ready for a lengthy tie as she winked and squirted all down Ithilwen's arm.

"W-wow. Are you alright?" She asked, genuinely worried for Ceylon's comfort. Her fist, balled up in her pet's insatiable depths, was a quarter the size of her torso, thick and wide enough that it looked like her vulva were actually rubber bands around her wrist! She twisted, she pumped gently, she tugged, and she clenched her muscles to amplify the girth and firmness of her knuckles, but nothing made Ceylon call out or hiss in discomfort. Quite the contrary, the harder and rougher Ithilwen pumped her fist in and out of her gryphon pet, the more juicy mess erupted from between her wrist and Ceylon's vulva to spray into the grass and splash in a nearby pond.

Ithilwen continued to be shocked at just how tangible Ceylon's body appeared to be. The lips seemed to stretch and widen with every pump of her fist, accommodating every bit she had to offer while also keeping the passage just snug enough with the tender walls clenched around her knuckles and vulva around her wrist. It was incredible what Ceylon could do, yet that didn't really surprise her once she thought about all the innate magic Ceylon appeared to possess.

Perhaps, to Ceylon, such transformative properties were as important to her self preservation as the extreme physical and elemental magic she employed to save Ithilwen on those dangerous adventures. She didn't know for sure, but the longer she stayed on her knees, pumping her balled up fist into her gryphon pet like a horny stallion over and over again, the more clear it became that this little creature was far and away more interesting - and more fun - than even Ithilwen gave her credit.

After a particularly aggressive series of deep, punch-like thrusts on the cat-sized gryphon's body, Ceylon dipped her lower spine and pushed off against the grass, indicating that she was done. To Ithilwen's utter shock and amazement, her knot-shaped, balled up fist popped out with an audible sound followed by a torrential gush of fluids that had accumulated within, vulva gaping and pussy open wide right to the cervix.

Ceylon winked her clit one last time and let the creamy slime of her arousal trickle out over her vulva to form a pool between her hind legs before whipping her head around and licking herself clean. When she pulled her head out form under her tail, her vulva looked like they had already reverted back to their natural form, not the malleable, distended shape that Ithilwen had left her.

With a pleasured chirp and a swish of her tail, Ceylon turned and hopped up directly onto Ithilwen's shoulder, digging her claws and talons into her master's flesh as she sang to the morning sun.

Ithilwen winced a bit as she giggled, looking down at her gryphon-slime covered hand, which was still balled up in a fist and dripping goop into the same pile Ceylon had left in the grass.

She had no idea what to do or where to go from there, so she stood up without saying a word and grabbed her bags, she and Ceylon both ready to head out on their next adventure, to find the Eye of the Cat.