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It was a humid, sunny spring day. Fresh rains made the mountain air stiflingly heavy on this side of them, where there was no cover from the sun that beat and relentlessly baked the stone face of the slope. From here, one resident of the mountain was having a rather glum day, for more reasons than the miserable weather was bringing. Ilan sat on her perch, looking down into the foothills and forests below, panting gently in the heat of the day. She was a gryphon, her feathers a warm, earthy brown, while her lion half had the beautiful tawny color of a well groomed lioness. Her wings were spread and ruffled slightly on her back to help dissipate the heat as she fanned her hawk-beaked face to help as much as she could with the warmth. A simple strip of cream colored cloth was tied around her modest bust, with a wrap of similar material hanging from her hips in a short skirt to cover her modesty.

Around this time was when the other gryphons would be going into heat, searching for mates to sire the next generation of hatchlings that would call this mountain home. She, however, was in no such luck. She was born with a mixed blessing; a mixed set of genitals, endowed both as a man and woman, with a softly furred sheath and plump balls hiding a feminine gash beneath and between her legs. While she had the best of both worlds to enjoy, it came with a downside. She seemed to be infertile in both respects, never having been father to an egg, and never having laid one herself. Even when she came of age and her peers would have dud eggs without a mate, she never felt a stirring of even that in her belly. It made her wistful and jealous each time she met with old friends and would see them growing heavy with a clutch of their own, or with a pretty woman under their arm and wearing the look of a proud father.

It made her wish fervently for something to let her know those same joys, know what it was like to have her middle swell with eggs, or to experience the pride of seeing another woman grow with her chicks. She decided that this year, she would make a journey. Hermaphrodites were said to be blessed by the goddess of life herself, a mysterious deity known only as the Pink Lady. She resolved to make the flight to her temple, deep in the woods, to see why she was seemingly the exception to that view. It was going to be a few days' flight, and she went back inside her home to put together a bundle of supplies for the journey. Luckily, her hunting had been fruitful of late, and she had plenty to spare to bring along with her.

Along the flight there, she made frequent stops to search for appropriate offerings to make to the Pink Lady. She wasn't a religious woman, and wasn't sure what the goddess would enjoy most. She considered what she could find, picking fruits and flowers, collecting immaculate specimens of leaves from trees and bushes, handfuls of seeds from plants, and anything else she could find and fit in her bag. There were even a few shiny stones and crystalline pebbles along the way she dearly would have liked to keep for herself, but they went into her offering pile all the same.

When finally she arrived to the temple of the Pink Lady, she wondered if this place was even being maintained. Stone pillars and archways stood in the rough outline of a building's foundation, the flooring inside made by uneven sections of marble tiles. At the center of it was a single tall apple tree, its boughs covered in sweetly scented pink flowers. At its roots, nestled in a natural bowl they made, was a shiny silver dish, clearly meant to be where supplicants would leave their offerings. On second thought, Ilan knew this place was watched after. There was too much artificiality to the way the vines grew on the stone, too much precision to the horticulture here; even if it looked like no one had been here in some time, all this was guided by a knowing hand.

She walked toward the central tree in reverent silence, slipping her bag from her hip and kneeling before the offering plate. Picking carefully through her haul, she placed only what she thought were the best things she had found along the way. Berries and seeds that survived unblemished, flowers that remained looking fresh and vibrant, only the shiniest and prettiest stones and gems, and a few beautiful verdant fronds were offered up on the plate, all with her most heartfelt prayers to have her desires fulfilled.

As she prayed, head bowed, hands resting over her middle, she felt an especially strong breeze blow through the temple grounds. It carried with it a strong scent of warm flowers, fresh sweet fruit, and the earthy must of petrichor. Despite a strong desire to open her eyes, a powerful feeling told her not to. She tensed, waiting as the moments passed, and with them the breeze stilled and the scents faded, but not before she felt the air stir through her feathers and leave a lingering sense of fulfillment. That was when she felt she could open her eyes again. All the offerings she'd left were now gone. All but one. It was a particularly pretty chunk of minerals, rosy pink and white, that she'd most wanted to keep for herself. A little ribbon was affixed around it, with a tiny note that said, "hold me as you sleep."

She could hardly believe it, and she let out an excited hawk screech as she snatched up the stone. It felt warm in her fingers, full of power. Full of... potential. Something told her not to use this blessing until she was safely home, and so she tucked it safely and securely in the bottom of her satchel, where it was sure not to be lost, as she began her trip back home. As she traveled, though, she could feel something changing inside her. Her belly felt warm, full, and heavy. Her breasts tingled, nipples rubbing against the fabric of her cloth band and arousing her in a way it never had before. It felt like she had to spread her legs to make more room for her manhood, a pink tip poking from her sheath almost the entire way back, all while her feminine arousal dripped down the back and underside of her fuzzy balls.

She had to stop more and more frequently to masturbate along the way. It was like her body was on fire, and she couldn't cool it off no matter what she did. On the ground, she would bury one hand between her legs, squeezing and teasing her sac, rolling her hips forward to slip two fingers inside her pussy to ride them in time with her stroking fingers. She gripped her shaft tight with the other hand, rolling her fingers quickly over its length, teasing at her barbed crown, following the taper of her feline cock with gentle moans and gasps. Each time she made herself cum, it felt like it could go forever. She pumped out more and thicker blasts of cum each time, painting the grass and herself with creamy white, while clear feminine juices gushed down her thighs, soaking her hand and sheath with heavy drips of musky warmth.

Was this what a heat felt like, she wondered. Perhaps a heat and a rut together. It would make the most sense, given her predicament. She wondered if she'd be able to make it back to her home before her needs overtook her. She was nearly there now, but it was getting so hard to keep moving when all she craved was a hard cock inside her, or to bury her own into a willing hole. It took all her concentration and willpower to ignore her raging arousal for the final flight up her mountain, back to the entrance of her roost. By the time she made it, night was creeping in behind the setting sun, and she thanked the stars for it too. She could collapse into bed with her blessed stone and see just what the goddess had in mind for her.

And that was just what she did, too; the moment she was inside, she whipped her skirt and breast band off and tossed them aside without a care in the privacy of her home, exposing her throbbing shaft to open air. It was like her hand was magnetized to it, grabbing hold of herself to start rubbing furiously again, leaving a leaking trail of pre from both her sexes behind her as she staggered for the bedroom. Her bag slipped from her shoulder, and she bent just long enough to retrieve the stone from it. It was warmer than ever in her hold, pulsing with a life of its own, beckoning her to enter its embrace. She collapsed into her soft bed, caring nothing for the sheets she was surely about to ruin with her fun, clutching the stone in one hand and opening her legs to play with herself with the other.

She could swear her cock felt bigger as she grabbed hold of it and started to rub, thick globs of pre soaking her fingers as they spurted and dripped from her tapered crown. She thrust up into her fingers as the simple back and forth of her paw wasn't enough; she had to feel her body moving like it was giving a proper mating for it to feel right. She felt a spike of warmth and tingling sensation spread through her hand from the stone she clutched, but it wasn't painful or uncomfortable. Far from it. It was a blast of concentrated pleasure, rippling out through her entire body in what felt like a mere heartbeat. She couldn't stop a screech of bliss escaping her beak as her hips locked up, spraying thick ropes of cum all over her belly and chest, a thick puddle of feminine juices forming between her thighs. With each pulse of muscles forcing another jet of seed out, she felt her energy fading, a part of her disappointed that she couldn't go for more as a sense of heaviness overcame her whole body. The stone in her paw was dragging her down hard into unconsciousness, no matter how she struggled to fight the sensation. Her body went limp as sleep overcame her, and she began to have the most vivid, wonderful dream.

No. This was more than a dream, she could tell. She was aware. She was still thinking and feeling. She knew she was asleep, but that this altered reality she'd been pulled into was as real as the one she left. And in this one, she was still in her bed, sitting up to look at a clone of herself that looked... different. Just enough to make her aware this was like another being using her figure, or perhaps her idealized version of herself brought to life by the odd power of the stone that was no longer in her hand.

She was too distracted to even notice that the stone was gone, too transfixed by this other her she watched with keen interest. The other her was taller, muscles more defined, shoulders broader, speaking to a big muscular man. But at the same time, her breasts were bigger, hips wider and softer, her figure full and defined like a prime breeder. And that was nothing to say of the huge manhood she had, the shaft of it several inches longer than her own, and balls so big and juicy she could practically hear them slosh with virility even from here. Her mirror self crawled onto the bed over top of her, soft curves brushing together, making them both moan and gasp in perfect sync with each other. They rubbed beaks affectionately, hard cocks sliding together as their bodies intertwined. She felt a compulsion to open her legs which she didn't resist for a moment, spreading them and reaching between them to lift her sac out of the way, keening with need.

The other her nipped and bit at her scruff and shoulder as she drew her hips back, letting the crown of her barbed length thread underneath those raised balls, finding its way inside her without issue. It was incredible, Ilan thought. It felt like she was breeding herself for real. She felt the pleasure of being penetrated and the wet warmth on her cock at the same time, like she could feel exactly what her other self did in the moment. It only spurred her to meet her thrust, rolling her hips down to accept her lover eagerly. Thick warmth caressed the insides of her belly as her mirror oozed pre inside her already, the bulk of her making her feel warm and full and needy for so much more. Her own manhood leaked thick gouts of seed between their tightly pressed bodies, seeping into their fur and sticking them more closely together. As the other her started to thrust, her barbs tickled at Ilan's channel, drawing a pleasured screech from her beak, the sensation wiping any thoughts from her mind but the driving desire for more.

As they moved in perfect sync with each other, giving and taking at the same time, she couldn't help but notice the feelings of full body pleasure washing through her. It was like every nerve in her was alight with sensation, and not in the normal way; it was like a crackle of pleasurable energy pumping through her, like a second heartbeat. It made her feel impossibly full of sensation, and potential. Like this moment was the catalyst for something incredible. Her belly felt full and heavy especially, like every drop of her double's cum was adding so much more to her than it should. She couldn't dwell on those feelings for long though. The pleasure kept sweeping away any sensible thought from her mind, and she could feel it coming to an intense crescendo. She and her mirror image opened their beaks to scream in release at the same moment, and as she felt the heat of fresh seed flood into her flower in time with each rope of cum she painted over herself, she awakened from the intense dream to find she was orgasming in the waking world too. But that wasn't all.

Her back arched as those lightning bolts of bliss kept arcing through her body, and at last she realized it was coming from the stone in her hand. It was stuck firmly in her fingers, her hand not allowing it to move an inch. She sat up with a struggle, panting heavily and moaning under her breath, as the effects of this blessing finally started to show themselves in earnest. She could feel her body growing, taller and stronger, her balls plumping and hanging heavier even as she emptied them all over herself, her spire growing longer and thicker, her figure beginning to mirror that perfect idealized stud she saw in her dream. But still, the stone wasn't done with her. That feeling of fullness and heaviness in her belly was only growing. That's when she looked down, eyes hazy with pleasure, and realized her middle was growing too. Not with the softness of fat, but the firm dome of eggs.

The shock of that feeling nearly overcame the pleasure of the moment. She released her lengthening cock from her paw, not needing to pleasure herself any longer to keep that feeling going. Instead, she put it on her belly, feeling the intense heat rising from it at the rapidly growing life taking root inside her. Had her dream self really managed to impregnate her in reality? Maybe that wasn't just a dream after all, she began to suspect. She struggled to sit up, moaning and crooning as she grew, rubbing the ever heightening swell of her belly. It started lower down in her middle, expanding up and up slowly and steadily. She'd seen her fair share of egg heavy hens, but not even the most gravid looked as big as she was beginning to get, making her wonder just how many eggs she was carrying. Her breasts kept growing along with her belly too, her nipples darkening from their rosy hue to a dusky pinky-brown, thin streams of pearly white milk spraying out onto her motherly body. It was all too much; she threw her head back on another breathy, needy cry, fresh cum erupting from her length to paint the underside of her massive egg belly.

When the sensations finally came to an end, Ilan slumped back into her ruined bed, covered in cum, milk, feminine juices, and sweat. Her fingers uncurled from their death grip around the magic stone slowly, feeling sore from how tightly it was held. It no longer felt powerful, either, as she let it slip to the floor, like she'd taken in all she needed from it. Her figure being dominated by her pregnant middle was certainly testament to this, too. She cradled the swell lovingly, resting against it and crying with joy. She was a mother and father all at the same time now. And she knew this wouldn't be the only time she would do this. Nor would she be keeping this blessing to herself this breeding season.