The Princess
You would think royalty would be guarded better. Unluckily (Luckily?) for this princess that isn't the case.
It wasn't a long walk to the stables. Which stretched out along one wall of the fortress in which she lived. Miradel often came out here to watch the gryphons and their handlers. She marvelled at the beast's raw power and the skill of the riders who commanded them. Even more so she wondered what it would be like to fly up into the sky. To see the world from high above.
This visit was different from the others. As it was deep into the night and Miradel knew she should be long asleep. She remembered going to bed after she finished an entry into her diary. Remembered drifting off thinking of the things she would do the next day. Yet now she walked towards the stables under the light of the moon. There were no guards to stop her as she opened the stable door just enough to step inside. Her walk continued along the row of massive stalls in which the winged beasts slumbered. The ground cool against her bare feet as she wore only a nightgown to protect her from the evening chill.
"What am I doing here?" She wondered aloud. "A dream?"
"I am afraid not princess." Came a reply. The source of which could not be seen.
Miradel's eyes widened. Her heart skipped a beat with sudden fear. Yet she found she could not stop walking.
"Who are you?" She asked.
The answer whispered into one ear. "I am she who has come to remove you."
"Remove me?" Miradel replied. A tremble passed through her. "You're going to kill me? Kidnap me? I'll scream. The guards will hear."
The voice returned. This time seemingly from right behind her. "You cannot scream. No one would hear you even if you could. I have planned this moment with great care."
Miradel tried just that. To scream. Her mouth opened but she could manage nothing more than a squeak.
"Do you see now princess? All has been prepared. Yet, despite your concerns you will not be killed. I have a far more interesting fate in store for you. I believe you might enjoy it." The words came from one corner of the stable then another.
The princess tried in desperation to control her body. Fear turned to terror as no matter the effort only her eyes and mouth seemed at her command.
"I dont- I dont understand! Please! I beg you release me!" She pleaded.
A sweet sounding laugh answered her. "I will not. You are mine now. We're almost there."
Having walked through the stables she reached another set of doors. These opened into a large high ceilinged room lit only by moonlight that streamed in through the few windows. It was to the center of this room she walked.
"At last. We can begin." The voice declared.
"What are you going to-" A powerful cough cut off her words.
The cough was followed by a spasm that cut through Melindas body. The air pressed from her lungs as it seemed every muscle in her pulled tight at once. A great gasp followed as she managed to take a breath.
The voice sounded sympathetic. "Accept this and it will be easier."
Agony followed as every muscle in Melindas body cramped in unison. Some deep, intimate part of her was being cut free. Her jaws wound open as that piece was pulled upwards and ripped from her body. She coughed again as tears rolled down her cheeks. When her vision cleared she looked upon that which had been taken from her. It was not a thing of flesh and blood but rather spirit. A shimmering blue orb that hovered a few feet before her. A feeling of loss filled her at the sight of it. She felt incomplete.
Melinda struggled to speak through the pain. "What- what have you done?"
The voice answered her. "I have taken a section of your soul, Melinda. Don't worry. It will be returned."
A line of energy wound down from above. Words of twisted magic darkened the air as the energy pierced the blue sphere. Which swiftly turned black as pitch. It shot back at Melinda. Flowed into her mouth, her nostrils, her eyes. The black energy sank back into her body. The emptiness within her was filled with a rush of satisfaction. She had been made whole again. Yet something felt terribly wrong.
"I- I don't feel- Its-" The princess struggled to find words.
"Shhh." Came the voice.
Melinda's lips quivered before she fell silent. Her ability to speak revoked. For a moment all was calm save for the rising feeling of wrongness within her. She struggled against it but the feeling began to spread. It crawled through her body till every part of her itched. Tears dripped from her cheeks as she sobbed silently.
"How do you feel now?" The voice asked.
Every part of her felt ugly. Her flesh, her skin, felt as if it no longer belonged. Like a badly fitted dress. She wanted the feeling gone. Wanted to be right again. Longed for it like nothing else in her life.
The question left her able to speak again. "I feel- Feel wrong."
"Do you want me to fix that feeling? To fix you?" The voice was so close once again. Melinda could almost feel the breath on her ear.
"Yes. Yes please!" The princess begged. "Hurry!"
"Good." The voice replied with the warmest of smiles.
Melinda felt her body push outwards. Discomfort came with this sensation but it was nothing close to what she had experienced a moment before. Her ribcage expanded and pulled her flesh along with it. Internal organs surged. Growing in spurts to fill the room that was being made for them. Her nightgown pulled tight against her growing body. A moment of pain as the cloth resisted but in the end was torn apart. The rent pieces formed a circle on the ground around her. Her breasts hung free but unchanged. She couldn't stand the feeling of them now. Annoying globs of flesh that were increasingly out of place. Relief flooded her as the breasts were sucked back into her chest. The nipples shank until they too ceased to exist.
The joints in her limbs swelled and started to shift position. Sparks of pain came as the bones lengthened. Thickened. With amazing swiftness what had been human arms became something else entirely. Yet they felt so right. Every change, every shift, caused that all consuming feeling of wrongness to lessen.
A soft series of popping sounds from limbs as the joints reached the proper points. Leaving beastial arms jutting out in front of her awkwardly. A deep ache developed in her shoulders and hips. She leaned forward in response to the pain and, after a wobble, dropped to all fours like a beast. A groan as the ache faded away.
"So much better. Yes?" The voice seemed right on Melinda's shoulder.
"Y- Yes." Replied the princess.
Melinda's hands and feet swelled against the cool earth. Irritatingly long fingers shortened while thick pads began to grow along the underside. The nails on all four feet twisted and gained a sharp point. Now claws, they pulled back into their sheaths. From those paws black fur sprouted then raced up all four limbs. Under that fur she grew again. Growth in the form of new muscle to help support her larger body.
There was no pain as something sprouted from over her ass. A lengthening line of bone and tissue that was quickly sheathed in skin and fur. A tail that lashed back and forth to celebrate its creation. At the same time two new points stretched from her back near her shoulders. These sprouted black feathers as they grew into great wings that stretched up above her. The ends of which brushed against the ceiling. They fanned gently, as if tempted to pull her into the sky. With the appearance of a new tail and wings a void that had been gnawing at her was filled. More and more her body felt whole.
The voice spoke to the princess once more. "You do look like you're enjoying yourself. It only gets better."
Miradel's mouth opened wide as she felt her face begin to reshape. Teeth that no longer felt suited to her jaws began to retract into them. As jaws and teeth became one they pressed out from her open mouth. Reformed into a great predatory beak. Limited human vision widened as her eyes moved more to the side. A slow blink as everything around her became sharper. The world now so clear. Colors so alive. Her mind awash in alien senses that no human could understand. Yet she felt like she was finally seeing correctly for the first time. Her ears were pulled upwards and lengthened. They twitched as they gained freedom of movement. So much better than the lumps that had sat on either side of her head before now. Over her skull ebony feathers sprouted and raced down her now longer neck. With that the last few parts of her that had been human were gone. A few more tingles here and there as little parts of her were altered. Finishing touches on the ebony gryphon that now stood where a princess had been.
For the gryphon there was only a feeling of completion. Everything that had been wrong with her as a human was gone. The flesh that coated her soul fit to perfection. She felt whole. Alive. She wanted to move. To test her new body. To see what it could do. When she found her body still held in place her anger grew. The lack of control maddening. That feeling faded as something began to nag at her. A tiny thing was still wrong with her but she couldn't put her finger on. Something left unfinished?
The voice whispered in her ear. "Here we are at the last part. Can you guess what it is? No?" Miradel felt a hand trail over her new cheek. Down her neck. Her body trembled at the touch.
The voice continued. "Let's see how you take to it."
A particularly intimate feeling made Miradel shiver head to toe. As, between her legs, a heat began to build. Beastial passion that turned her blood to boiling and her thoughts wicked. A new growth began. Acute sensitivity built with it. As from her very female sex a line of flesh grew and thickened. Her eyes rolled like a panicked horse as the cool air around this growth set every nerve aflame. It grew thicker and longer until it hung down between her legs in display of a sexuality that had not been her own before now. Her boiling blood warred within her as new hormones rushed to overtake the old. A moment of confusion as she, no, he, felt the need to thrust. To rock his hips forward. Behind the line of pulsing flesh a sack grew. Filling in where a female sex had been. Twin glands inflated sharply to fill the sack that now hung there.
It was done. He stood in silence. New body trembled with energy. Every muscle tightened as a single finger was felt to touch the tip of his cock. Thrill mixed with frustration as the finger slowly traced down the length of throbbing meat.
"Feeling better?" The voice inquired.
"Yes!" He replied with a snap of his beak. "Feel like fucking."
"Poor thing." The voice crooned. "Let's do something about that."
That finger continued to glide up and down his cock. Teasing him with winding patterns over his freshly made meat. Try as he might the gryphon could do nothing. A puppet whose strings were pulled tight. The finger that teased him became a hand. Which brushed along the underside of his cock. From one hand to two, which joined together to encircle him then began to stroke. The hands moved from the base of his cock to the tip and back again. A continuous motion that had his hips aching to thrust.
"So close already." The voice taunted him. "How typical."
Soft lips were felt to wrap around the end of his tool while a human tongue lavished the drooling tip with attention. All the while those hands milked him. He crooned in pleasure as the lips spread and began to slide down over his cock. The stroking hands were replaced by the feeling of a tongue. Now long and flexible it wrapped around his length to give it a winding caress.
"Dont cum till I tell you to." The voice said with a nibble at the end of his ear.
His eyes wide as he felt the mouth that surrounded his throbbing cock begin to suck. Softly slurping on his virginity while lips moved up and down. A slow bob that cleared his mind of anything but his own lust. He felt something new. A sharp peak of pleasure that should come with a climax. Yet nothing happened. Beak hung open in near painful bliss.
Hands fondled his balls. Fingers explored his new glands. Nails raked through fur. The mouth that surrounded his cock began to bob faster. The serpentine tongue twisted along the length of him. He couldn't stand it but he didn't want it to end.
"Cum." The voice ordered.
He felt his throbbing cock spray its seed. Again and again into the mouth that sucked him. The tongue further wound around his cock and squeezed. While the exploring hands gripped his glands tight. She sucked him till it hurt. Till he was dry. With a suddenness that shocked him the sensations stopped. His cock, freed from the hungry mouth, began its retreat back into its sheath.
"So that's what it's like for a male?" He managed at last. "No wonder they want to use their dicks all the time."
The voice giggled in his ear. "So true. Now you're going to want to use it all the time too."
"I already do." He replied.
Before him appeared a figure. Manifesting from shadow. It was Miradel in every way. Just as she had been when she had been brought to this stable. She even wore the same nightgown.
The gryphon's eyes fixed upon her. "You have stolen my body?"
"In a way." The princess replied. "Do you want it back?"
His feathers flared at the idea. "No. No I do not."
"Well then, let's call your old form a gift to me then?" The princess replied.
"Gladly given." The gryphon answered.
"Wonderful." The princess smiled. "Now. A final touch."
The princess placed her hands upon the gryphon's head and spoke words of magic. The words, whatever they were, the gryphon could not remember. For whatever reason they simply did not catch in his mind. A tingle wove its way through his body. Where once had been only ebony feathers and fur new colors appeared. Winding patterns of royal purple and midnight blue etched across his feathered face. Then shot out over his wings to the very tips. The gryphon's eyes sparkled as their color shifted to violet. While he could not see these changes he knew they happened. Understood how he looked.
"Thank you." The gryphon grew curious. "But why?"
"Because you're being oh so delightful." The princess answered.
The princess pulled the gryphons head down lower and touched her forehead to his own. He melted against her. Grateful for what he had become. For her mercy in granting him this new life. It was then he felt the hold upon his body fade. He was free but now could no longer think of a place he would rather be.
"For now you and I will be separated. I will need to imbed myself in your old life. Become the old you." The princess smirked. "For the most part."
She pulled back from him and immediately he longed for that touch again. He began to follow her as she walked deeper into the stables.
"You will be taken as a new wild gryphon to be broken in by the trainers. They will push you. They will manipulate you. They may even be cruel. But you will not break. Not for them." She glanced back at him. "Will you?"
"Never." He replied. His expression darkened. "None of those fools can make me submit."
The princess agreed. "Of course not. Until the day I come to the stables. On that day you will submit to me. Obey me. They will see that only I can command you. I will take you as mine and we will be together again. You as my mount, my friend and more."
The gryphon shivered as a tingle rolled through his sheath. Within his meat swelled. Eager for more of what it had experienced before. He didn't know if it was just his new body reacting to what she proposed or her stimulating him with magic. Nor did he care.
"I will be whatever you wish." The gryphon stated.
"Even if I bridle you? Use spurs on you? Dominate you?" She asked.
He churred softly. "Especially if you do so."
The princess turned on him. "Oh! Aren't you just going to be so fun!"
She once more took his head in her hands. Planted a kiss on his beak before he gently pressed it against her belly. She ran hands over his head, rubbed his ears. The gryphon closed his eyes and enjoyed. Time ticked by as she pet him. The tiniest of purrs rumbled in his throat.
"Let's get you tucked in." She said at last.
They passed through another set of doors to a new room. This chamber had no other exit or windows. With a gesture the princess produced strings of dark power. With these she gathered chains and other restraints that had been laying on the ground. The gryphon stepped to the center of the chamber and stood waiting. His trust in the princess absolute. A leather hood slipped up over his head. Tight as it was strapped into place. With his world now dark he could only feel as other restraints were applied. A pouch fitted over his beak to keep it trapped closed. His paws coated in leather mittens one after another. Each locked into place at the wrist. His wings trapped folded by leather sleeves. Bindings between his forelimbs pulled tight, locking the wrists together. His rear limbs followed. He managed to balance that way for a moment but finally flopped onto his side on the chamber floor. A collar secured around his neck. A heavy chain heard as it was attached.
The princess touched his neck. A whisper. "Be a very bad boy for me. Remember we will be together again soon."
She left the gryphon to his bondage. Doors closed behind her as she walked from the stables. No sign of the events of the night would remain as each piece of evidence vanished with a wave of her hand. The princess retired to her chambers. To assume the life of the one she had claimed. Oh the thrill of being able to corrupt the old princess. The surprise of finding her so agreeable.
Taking this kingdom apart together was going to be so much fun.
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