Commission: A Plucked Feather

Story by ReynartWrites on SoFurry

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Kalda fancies herself a powerful beast, a griffon with neither equal among her own species, or any other species. How she will loathe to find herself trapped in chains by a gnoll alchemist who wishes to pluck a single feather from her hide to make a potion. Better to comply rather than make things worse, but something goes awry.


A slice of pink cut around and about trees near a crystal blue lake. Out from the top of a branch, it dove as a pink blur into the water and cut clear through the surface without leaving a trace. The water broke open to reveal a four legged creature with pink and purple plumage leaping into the air and onto the shore. Kalda stood there proud with her catch in beak. She flipped the fish into the air and swallowed it whole before shaking herself dry of what little water had managed to cling onto her feathers. With the meal of the day done, she stretched out and looked towards the forest. Kalda was a powerful griffon, a creature with no match in this forest. There were many that threatened her territory and hunters on two legs that sought to prove their mettle, but every time she had been challenged she had proven that she was the apex predator. Kalda had no wings so her legs were powerful and tipped with sharp claws meant to gouge. Her beak was also sharper than a winged griffon and she could move faster on land than any flying creature could hope to. Here in this forest, she was queen and she was glad to rule by herself without anyone pestering her. Certainly it was at times a lonely life, but it was also peaceful and devoid of the noise of strangers and the constant pestering of favors. Kalda did not need anyone. She was capable of handling her own problems, though, she had become lax as of late. She slumbered more often out in the open and found herself wandering further out of her territory more out of boredom than anything else, but what did she have to worry about?Kalda had stayed for a bit more to fish for just a bit more. After a few dives and trots around the lake, she found herself growing tired of her exercise. Even with her endurance, she needed a break now and then, but then the thought came, where to nap? She had her pick of the forest and so she wandered about.

It was when the sun was beginning to fall beneath the horizon and the sky was glowing a soft orange that she found herself a place to take a little nap, or perhaps with the time sleep for the night. In a clearing, she curled against a small bed of moss and closed her eyes. Sleep found her quickly enough as she felt safe enough to lower her guard. Surely no one would bother her.

The moon was bright and full in the sky when she heard something cracking in the bushes. One eye cracked opened before she rose to her feet and turned towards the noise with a hiss. Her tail feathers rose and she dug her claws in as she prepared to pounce. Again a noise sounded off in the bushes she was staring down and she huffed, "Show yourself! This is your only warning."

When there was no answer, she thought that perhaps the presence had simply left, or that she had been dreaming, but again she heard the sound of leaves rustling and branches cracking. With her feathers ruffling, she raised a foreclaw and slashed at the offending bush.

A twist of leaves and branches were flung into the air as the shrub was scattered, roots and all. Kalda had expected to find some sort of hunter hiding beneath the bushes, but instead, she found that the air itself welcomed her, and glass? There was glass beneath the bush in little splinters with what appeared to be an odd liquid with it. Her nostrils flared for a moment as she caught the scent of something like flowers. What a peculiar scent and sight? Had she been assailed by some sort of vial of perfume? When she approached the ruins of the bush to inspect the liquid, she found it difficult to move and her eyes began to sag. Her fore legs collapsed and she shook her head as she tried to stave off the odd exhaustion that suddenly gripped at her body. Another noise caught her attention and she struggled back to standing to turn around and look to find that there was a figure clad in a cloak wearing a belt full of glass vials and flasks. Squinting her eyes, she could see that this large cloaked figure was a gnoll with a rather large fang filled grin. Even as she felt herself slipping into sleep, she hissed and readied herself to pounce. She fought the sleep, fought whatever this creature had done to her and charged the brown furred gnoll.

Kalda was a few steps away from goring the insolent fool when she found herself falling onto her side and letting out a huff as sleep began to take her. The gnoll knelt down by her head and dared to touch the bottom of her beak where he massaged her. She would have bitten him if not for the fact that she could not move her body.

His words were cold fury that rolled up her back, "A perfectly healthy specimen. I should be able to get what I need from you and examine you. Don't look so angry, I don't plan to kill you."

Kalda tried to reply, tried to snap at him with some sort of retort that would send most creatures fleeing, but instead, she hissed quietly much to the amusement of the gnoll who began to tie her limbs together before he hefted her up like a common beast that had been hunted down. Kalda continued to hiss until she felt her world growing darker and darker until sleep found her finally. It was a dreamless sleep in which she could not feel the rustle nor the sway of the gnoll carrying her off to who knew where. One thing was certain, Kalda would remember the fool who captured her and if she was not bound when she woke, she would gut him.

The griffon woke up alone. Kalda's eyes blinked open slowly and she shook her head which felt like someone had felled several trees on it. When she tried to move a paw, the sound of metal on metal grated against her ear and she found it near impossible to stand. She was still blinking blurry wariness from her vision as she could only see shapes. When her vision adjusted, she saw that she was held in some sort of stone dungeon with braziers and torches lighting the area around her with a dim orange glow.

Kalda's immediate thought was to get up and lash out, but she was stuck to the ground by what appeared to be metal chains and fetters that kept her firmly to the ground. She thrashed her head about in an attempt to get herself free and struck at her chains with her beak but to no avail. Not only were her chains too powerful for her beak, but her body was exhausted from whatever poison had been used to subdue her. Kalda would need to pay that creature back in kind for what he did to her.

Now that she wasn't thrashing, the griffon saw that her room was rather spacious for a prisoner's cell and there seemed to be tables and beakers strewn about the far side of the room where she couldn't reach them. She even saw a few book cases here and there. What was this place? It unnerved her to look upon those glass flasks full of bubbling glowing liquids and she had to wonder if she were here as part of some sort of sick game. Worst of all was the fact that her pride was wounded.

Hunter after hunter had come after her hide to mount her head in their homes, but hunter after hunter had met their end at her claw. Now she was chained up like a common house pet who had been acting bad and her head was absolutely killing her. Fatigue was bad enough, but her mind still felt as if someone were gnashing rocks against the sides of her head. Eventually, her anger by itself was enough to tire her out and she laid flat against the cool stones with a huff. Bad enough that she was chained here, now she didn't even have the energy to be upset or angry without feeling the after-effects of whatever had been used to capture her.

Frustrated and seething, Kalda was prepared to sleep, but the sound of footsteps on stone kept her alert and her head raised. At the far corner of the room, the very same gnoll that had tricked and captured her strode in from an archway. Her eyes narrowed on the cloaked gnoll and she thought of getting up to strike at him, but instead, she waited for she knew struggling would only waste her energy with the fetters keeping her in place. Still, her claws dug into the floor and her eyes followed the gnoll with a gleam of predatory hate, a look that did not escape the gnoll.

Her captor chuckled when he looked at her. He was at the table at the far side looking over those bubbling beakers and other pieces of glassware with tilted head and curious squinted eyes as if he had more important things than the griffon at his back. When he was done he turned around and began walking to her. Kalda took care not to ruffle her feathers or show any signs of aggression, but in her eyes, it was plain as the sun.

The gnoll stopped at a certain point in his advance, just as she brought her neck out and snapped the air right in front of him. She would have sheared his stomach clean if it weren't for a few inches. She hissed but quickly stopped as her head began to ache again. Kalda would have continued snapping at him if it weren't for the chains and if it weren't for the way she felt. Instead, she stayed where she laid staring at him with a mixture of anger and fury bubbling on her expression.

The gnoll finally spoke with a grunt, "That it? Figured you would put up a fight even with the toxins still in you. Y'know, that stuff is pretty nasty, well, the stuff I had you popped. Ingested it makes for a quick kill, but the smell is enough to knock someone out. Now, I know that you're probably aching to tear me limb from limb, but be good and I won't have to muzzle you like a feral animal. You can understand me right?"

Kalda narrowed her eyes and hissed, "Try to muzzle me, dog."

The gnoll snorted, "If you're difficult I can come back with something to put you back to sleep. I'd rather not have to."

Kalda thought of snapping at him, but her mind suddenly ached and she sighed. Pain trumped anger it seemed, "Yes, just...Make this headache go away."

She expected him to laugh at her, expected him to slap her cheek and make her suffer, but instead, he stepped away for just a moment and returned with a flask, "The poison's smell has a nasty effect of dehydrating the victim. I needed you weak and knocked out cold, but o'course I'm not a dealer of pain, so here, drink."

Kalda narrowed her eyes and looked to the out stretched flask. She thought of snapping paw off at the wrist, but her head was killing her and she just needed some sort of hope of relief. Opening her beak, she allowed him to pour cool water into her beak and she was surprised to find that it actually was water and not some sort of strange concoction. When she gulped it down he sealed the flask she felt the cool of the water touch her head and she let out a satisfied sigh as her headache began to fade just a little bit.

Again she looked toward the gnoll, but this time with a tilted head as she asked, "Why have you not killed me yet?"

The gnoll scratched at his chin with a single claw, "Huh, why haven't I killed you yet? Good question. Easy answer. I never meant to kill you." Kalda looked at him with squinted eyes full of suspicion and he waved her off, "Bah! Look at me like that all you'd like. I captured you because I didn't know if you'd gut me or not if I came to you wearing a rough-spun cloak looking like a possible hunter."

Kalda sniffed and looked to the side, "I might've killed you for stepping in my territory, this is true."

The gnoll chuckled, "Right, that is exactly why I thought of poisoning you. The branch snapped, you heard me, the trap was set, but then I heard you speak. At the time I wasn't even sure if you could talk, but it was too late and lucky I didn't show my face! Your claws would have cut clean through me if I had been in that bush."

Kalda huffed, "And it would have served you right for sneaking up on me, so, dare I ask what is it you need of me?"

"Simple!" The gnoll exclaimed, "All I need is a feather or two to test the alchemical properties of."

Kalda snorted, "Is that all? Is that why you've chained me here like cattle? To pluck feathers from me? So, why have you not already done so?"

The gnoll shrugged, "Seemed rude."

Kalda rolled her eyes, "Free me from these chains and you'll have all the feathers you need and my full cooperation and I even promise not to kill you."

The gnoll seemed to think about that for a moment before he stepped to her. Kalda made no movement to bite him, no movement to peck at him or do anything that would seem aggressive. Instead, she laid there waiting for him to free her with a blank stare. The gnoll shrugged and leaned down with a key in paw to undo her fetters. Manacles were removed around her four paws and she was allowed to stand and stretch her legs. Her claws tapped against the floor and when the gnoll moved to her front to address her, she headbutt him.

He fell onto his rear with a thud and began coughing as he held his chest. Kalda stood by him with her tail flicking as she huffed, "I won't kill you, but that is for putting me in chains and poisoning me, now be quick about this business and tell me why you want my feathers."

The gnoll sucked in a breath as he stood on shaky legs, "I'll agree, that I did deserve that, but I'd rather not have it happen again. Right, so, you want to know why I want one of your feathers? Well, that is simple. It is said that griffon feathers are not only good for alchemy but good for medicinal purposes. I want to test this."

Kalda raised a brow and huffed, "You don't look like a doctor."

The gnoll laughed, though it was occasionally interrupted by a cough or two, "A doctor? You're right I'm not one of those. I'm an alchemist. Anything I find here will be used to line my pockets. I'm not the benefactor of the people at large. I'm interested in the unknown and peddle secrets to keep my lab funded and my gut full of food."

Kalda shrugged, "I care not what you do with the feathers, now that my curiosity is satisfied just pluck away and be quick about it."

The gnoll felt the need to continue talking even as he moved to find a feather that satisfied him, "Kreen is my name, what's yours?"

The griffon answered with a little huff, "Kalda. Now, would you just pluck a feather and stop groping me?"

His strong paws were moving through her feathers searching for a single one to pluck that met his requirements, but he seemed to linger too often near her back where her rump was and he squeezed in ways that one might consider rude if it weren't for the fact that she had given him permission for his little search. Kreen's paws continued to dip by her rump and he traced a digit along her tail feathers which caused her to shiver.

Her words were cold despite the warmth that she felt trailing inside of her, "Don't you dare think about taking one of my tail feathers."

Kreen snorted, "I figured I'd just appreciate the view and the feel of your tail. Strong body, strangely fat rump."

She felt her cheeks burn and she thought of turning to headbutt him, but just as she began to move he took a feather from near her rump that caused her to yelp in response. The gnoll plucked just two more before he moved to his beakers and flasks with a fat grin on his face. Kalda followed with a scowl and a dark look on her face that told of thing she wished to do to the insolent gnoll, but instead, she allowed her curiosity to get the better of her.

Kalda watched as the gnoll worked to make her feathers into something usable for his strange concoctions. He worked and worked without stop in a way that was almost captivating like the dance of a snake. Eventually, he had a beaker full of strange liquid made of her feathers and other various ingredients and he looked it over with a frown, "Hm, I don't know what this does."

Kalda gaped, "Are you serious? You spent all that time of intense concentration and mixing ingredients and various other things to make something that you don't know?"

Kreen laughed, "Most things I don't know what they are until I taste them! With new ingredients, you can never tell what will happen. Rubbing it on the tip of my claw does nothing, smelling it does nothing either and so the last test is a little taste which will either kill me or make me healthier!"

Kalda stared at him as if he were mad, "You're joking? You taste your own stock? What if you should find something poisonous enough to kill you from a single taste?"

Kreen shrugged, "It usually won't come to that. If I think it will be that poisonous I'll test it on something else like a rat, but this is made out of things that are well, considered healthy enough so a taste of this shouldn't kill me and if it does won't you laugh?"

Kalda rolled her eyes, "I suppose I can at least be entertained by that."

Truth be told, it didn't matter whether he lived or died. Only, to her, it seemed like a foolish notion to try something that could potentially kill the person drinking it. Ah well, if he died then at the very least she would be free to use his home as a new den. It was quite roomy for a strange man's lab.

Kalda laid on the floor with her claws crossed as she watched the gnoll upend the flask to his lips and take a deep drink. She wasn't sure if he was supposed to try so much, but either way, he did and soon everything in the flask was gone. Kalda raised a brow and asked the gnoll, "Well, are you going to die anytime soon? Or is there some other effect?"

The sound of shattering glass echoed in the lab as Kreen dropped the flask he held in paw. Kalda stood from where she was and she tilted her head. The gnoll doubled over and he shook as he grabbed onto the table. He was breathing heavily, his mouth open and a mist pouring forth from his maw, his fangs on display. Kalda figured that he would die any second now, but instead, he stood there shaking and so she asked, "Kreen? Are you well? If you're going to die then do it quickly. This little show of yours is concerning."

Kreen's body seemed to emit a strange amount of heat that Kalda could feel from where she stood. She took a single step towards the gnoll out of some sort of pretense of concern and paused as she saw his eyes turn to her. They were full of something predatory she couldn't explain, something that made her body shiver and her heart thump against her chest. She thought to back away, but she was frozen by his intense gaze. Even as he lumbered towards her, she remained still.

The gnoll suddenly lurched towards her and grabbed her cheeks. Kalda was so shocked she could only watch as he grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss. Her beak opened as his tongue pressed into her maw and she thought of snapping down on him for daring to do such a thing, but her mind suddenly became a wildfire and her body began to tremble and shake with the same flames that blazed inside of her mind. Once Kreen's mouth was torn away from her beak, Kalda was left panting and collapsing to the floor, her body shaking and wet arousal dripping between her hind legs. Whatever had been in that potion had set off a heat inside of her that she could not shake off, and it only seemed to be growing worse.

While she was trying to get back up, she looked up and gasped as she saw the gnoll's cock right in front of her eyes. It was a hard and twitching thing already erect and dripping pre. The sight of it had her shaking like a leaf and she stopped her attempts to get up. Normally she would have attacked him for such insolence, but her body was growing hotter by the second and the gnoll began to drag his fat member against her beak as if he were begging for entrance. Rather than stop him, she opened her beak wide and let him thrust deep into her throat and against her tongue.

Kalda watched with hazy eyes as the gnoll used her mouth while holding onto her head. She found herself wondering what was wrong with herself, but whatever thoughts she had were drowned out in a strange blissful pleasure that kept on radiating through her in the strangest of ways. The gnoll continued to pound away into her mouth and she didn't gag not even once even though his cock was the largest thing she had ever had in her throat.

The griffon found herself letting out little-muffled moans around the gnoll's cock and she even pushed forward to try to swallow more of his member. She could feel his shaft twitching violently against her tongue and soon enough she felt a hot gush of cum against her tongue.

Kreen snarled like a mad beast and pounded deep inside of her mouth even as his orgasm blasted her tongue and throat with that sticky substance. She groaned and her eyes turned half-lidded and dreamy as she swallowed down every drop even as he continued to thrust inside of her maw. When he was finally done he pulled out only to let out one last rope of cum that painted her beak and face. Such insolence! An insult like that could only be met with violence, but instead, she found herself moaning like a basic creature in heat, her hips raised and her lower half shaking as she wanted that thick cum inside of her rather than on her face. She thought to beg, she thought to cry out that she wanted him to fuck her cunt, but the gnoll was already moving behind her with that predatory glare plain on his face.

Kalda shook, she shivered as he grabbed onto her rump with one strong paw and his cock with the other. She could feel him edging the tip of his member against her wet folds and pressing it past them to her entrance, she let out a breathy moan as she felt the tip brush inside of her slowly, edging bit by bit until he was inside of her fully, and with that, he thrust deep inside of her without mercy.

Kalda gasped and her body was jolted forward violently as her insides were suddenly rammed full of thick gnoll cock. She trembled and moaned as her body was assailed by the beastly gnolls constant thrusting, both of his claws on her rump digging through her plumage to grind against her flesh. Already his balls met her body and his hips struck against her rump making a pleasant slapping with every single thrust that echoed out against the walls. He was wild and didn't stop for a single second, but Kalda could care less.

The griffon's insides had already been dripping wet and there was no pain with the penetration, only a rolling pleasure that shook her to the core and made her cry out in pure bliss. Her own hips slammed back to him, but the gnoll held on tight and continued to meet her thrust per thrust. His own strength was so much greater than hers! She wasn't sure if it was whatever he drank or if he was simply this way normally, but his own thrusts were pushing her forward more and more even though she was rocking to him so needily and violently.

Kalda clawed at the floor leaving marks in the stone and she gasped as she felt her insides tighten further on his cock as if she were trying to desperately milk him. She knew the risks of him continuing to pound inside of her so violently, but she barely cared! She could feel his member swelling inside of her cunt, could feel it twitching so violently as he pounded inside of her and she only continued to press herself back to him to milk his cock.

At this point, Kalda wanted his seed deep inside of her. She wanted to be bred and to be taken like the slut she was right now and she moaned loud to encourage the gnoll to keep thrusting. Kreen himself didn't seem to need any motivation or invitation at all to keep fucking her wildly. He just snorted and grunted over her like some sort of mad creature and his thrusting only seemed to pick up speed in strength as he snarled over her. Eventually, Kalda found hers front collapsing with her rump only held up in the air by the strong paws of the gnoll. She moaned and moaned some more while the gnoll's cock continued to twitch and grind against her inner walls. Kalda could feel her insides tightening, a pressure building in her gut, her eyes fluttering as she moaned aloud.

Her climax struck her body hard and she found herself shaking as she panted and moaned out her pleasure. The gnoll continued to pound inside of her even as she came and at this point she could barely keep herself up. Her body was only held by the strength and grace of the gnoll pounding inside of her. Kald let out a weak moan as she felt his cum begin to fill her. The gnoll snarled as he kept his cock inside of her as deep as possible while filling her with his thick seed. Every drop against her insides was another moan she uttered and when he was finally done, Kalda was left panting.

At this point, her eyes were shut and she could feel sleep taking her. The gnoll behind her continued to grind inside of her, but softly. Even with the gnoll still pressing inside of her, she found herself drifting ever so closer to sleep until the darkness took her.

Kalda woke up later feeling sore and sticky. She winced as she slowly got up and felt warm cum dripping from her cunt. The heat no longer burned through her body and she had her senses about her, but he still shivered as she felt hot seed against her inner walls. With narrowed eyes, she turned to see that the gnoll was snoring on his back. Carefully, she moved over to him and raised a claw to slam it down on his chest.

Kreen woke up with a cough and looked up to her with a grunt, "What happened?"

Kalda hissed, "You fucked me and poisoned me that's what happened. You drank your stupid little mixture and turned into some sort of horny beast!"

Kreen snorted and said with strained words, "Was it good?"

Kalda pressed harder on his chest and he laughed through the pain, "Mistakes happen! Did you at least enjoy it?"

Kalda sighed, "Yes, but you never pulled out, meaning a clutch of eggs is possible."

Kreen tilted his head, "Should I be marrying you then?"

Again she pressed down harder and again he laughed through choked breath, "No, but you will be taking care of my every need should such a thing come to pass."

Kalda wasn't sure what to expect from him, but she hadn't expected his answer to come with such a ginger smile, "Sure, I'd love to. Memories are starting to come back and if you stay here there's a possibility of more of that happe--"

His words were interrupted as Kalda pressed down hard and scoffed, "Idiot! That will not be happening again! It was a trick of that stupid potion that you made and you will not be using my feathers to make any more of that foul tincture do you understand me?"

Kreen snorted and choked out, "Not even cuddles after a little bit of kissing?"

Kalda thought of pressing down on him again, but she realized that perhaps she would crush him at this point. Instead, she narrowed her gaze and sniffed, "The only kiss you'll get is my head into your gut for being such a fool. It wasn't a terrible experience, I'll say that...Just be more careful and perhaps ask before you go crazy."

Kreen grinned, "Sure lover."

Kalda's feathers ruffled and she stepped on him harder deciding that if he were crushed then it would be better. Hopefully her life with this fool wouldn't be too chaotic, and if more sex should come about, then so be it.