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He sat at the computer, his gaze scanning back and forth in front of the monitor. He did not move, save for the fingers on his mouse, as well as his growing arousal. Chapter one came and went, his shaft beginning to swell with his arousal. Chapter two would bring his cock to an iron hardness, and his breathing began deepening. Chapter three would grace him with the soft, slow stroking over his shaft, his spire throbbing lightly, drizzling pre down his length until it was caught up by his hand, and smeared over his girth. The further he read, the more his hand would become coated with the slippery male musk, soft squelches and squishing heard throughout the room. And finally, chapter four rolled around. The more he read, the faster his hand moved, up and down his girth, thumb and index finger running up over his glans, eliciting a shiver from head to toe.

His gaze was hungry... scanning those lines of text before looking at the images accompanying them. His tongue flicks out to lick across his lips, whetting his appetite for more. Faster and faster his hand moved, stroking his shaft, building the pleasure inside his loins. His heart raced, thumping against his ribs threatening to burst as he panted more heavily, drawing the musk-infused air into his lungs. His hand squeezed and worked his shaft, groaning quietly as he neared the last few pages of the comic. Page after page fell before his eyes, and finally he was on the last. He growls heavily, reading the last line of text, eyes taking in that final picture before he thrusts himself out of the chair, hand still vigorously stroking over his cock as he walks over to his sleeping mate. He stared down at her sleeping face, looking so peaceful in the middle of a dream. It only makes his cock throb heavily, his balls clenching up towards his body. He lifts a knee to get up ontop the bed, walking on a single hand and knees, to straddle her face. His shaft spit pre now, coating her lips in the glossy fluids before he groaned heavily. His balls clenched against the base of his shaft, and his cock throbbed heavily. Pre would be replaced with much thicker, muskier seed, jetting out from the tip of his cock to splatter against her face. He mainly aimes for her lips and nose, coating both heavily even as stray shots were flung up to her eyes, forehead, and even up into her hair. But he cared not. He would pant heavily, looking down at his now marked mate. Thick, sticky lines of seed would slowly ooze down from the bridge of her nose, several shots covering her cheeks and one or two even went across her shut eyes. However, what prided him the most was her full, pouty lips absolutely covered in his cream, coating them and giving her entire mouth a shiny, slick appearance, as well as s drop of seed or two resting just beneath her nostrils, forcing her to take in that pheromon laced scent of his seed. One that demanded she submit to her mate, to lift her hips up in the air and allow him to plant his child in her belly. He growls quietly down at her, watching her face twitch in a dream, eyes shifting back and forth beneath her lids. No, this would not be the end of it... He would indeed give her what was coming... Give her the children she deserved.

He would lift himself off her, pulling his leg once more over her chest before standing beside the bed. He mutters quietly, "I was hoping to save this for a special occasion, but it seems like the both of us need it rather badly." He moves away from her slightly, going to the desk and pulling out a leather thong, a small circular object glinting in the light cast by the monitor. He slips it on over his head, before grabbing what could now be identified by an old, weather-beaten medallion. Lifting the piece of metal up to his lips, he began chanting in a quiet voice, twisting it around in his fingers once, twice, thrice. Upon the third twist, he would whisper, 'Gryphon' to the artifact, and it would begin glowing with an ominous green light. He would groan quietly as he feels the changes beginning. First he would watch as the hair on his arms retracted, as well as the hair on his head. He gazed into the mirror, watching as an intense burst of itching coated his entire upper body. Quickly he struggles to yank his shirt off, only to see small, down feathers sprouting over everywhere from the waist up. His hands would grip the desk, forcing himself to endure watching his body change. Longer and longer those feathers would grow, more filling in the spaces between them. It seemed his overall colors were a thick, rich brown color, almost the shade of milk chocolate in the sunlight, with a broad white streak the color of fresh snow from his throat down to where his belly button once was. Soon, his face would be covered. But that was just the beginning, oh yes.

He would hear and feel his skull crack, bones grinding upon bones. This was the only moment he actually feared for his life, looking as his face was mangled. His nose would all but disappear, only a small bump was left remaining as his lips were forced apart, seemingly by his teeth. However, as he watched, panting, wide eyed, he would see them merge together, forming a seamless upper and lower beak, growing outwards before curling down over itself. The color would flush from his once white teeth to a vibrant yellow, all at once solidifying into the beak he saw before him. His hands would lift to touch his new mouth, opening and closing it slowly as he tested the range of motion. However, he would not have much time to admire it, before he realized the flesh on his hands seemed to be changing. He could no longer feel the beak beneath his fingertips, instead feeling only the most firm of pressures. One hand would lift away from his beak to be held in front of his eyes, watching as the digits lengthened into points, growing hard and near-chitinous on the outside. Flexing his fist, curling and uncurling the new talons, he would realize that his skin was also flushing the same vibrant yellow as his beak. He watched in amazement as the rows of scales flowed down his hands, over his wrists, and most of the way up his forearms. Finally, he was beginning to look the part.

At that particular moment, however, he became aware of a rather stinging pain just above his ass, feeling the pain and pressure grow with each moment. Quickly his hands would push down his pants, only then revealing his entire lower body was covered in a the same hue of brown as his feathers above. However, this would not surprise him near as much as it would have, mainly because his attention was focused on the base of his spine, feeling bones crack and grow longer, soon a thin, fur-clad tail would twist around his body, with a 'floof' of fur at the tip. His legs nearly buckle as they snap, forcing him to grab hold of the desk once more, unknowing and uncaring of the deep gouges he had scored in the wood. His beak grinds together slightly, even as his legs finish altering, allowing him to stand up on more feline-like paws, as well as the backwards knee quadrupeds were known for. His claws extend, his toes curling to dig into the carpet beneath him, before withdrawing. He pants heavily, once again looking into the mirror as his eyes and ears begin to change as well. His vision altered and shifted, things that were once blurry without his glasses now sharp and clear. This allowed him to watch as his ears practically slid up the sides of his head, eliciting a shiver from the momentarily loss of hearing, before suddenly it was as if cotton had been pulled free. His lover's breathing was almost loud in the sudden rise in hearing, growing better and better as those large, wide cups would grow in width as well as height, already flicking back and forth to locate the occasional sound in a sleeping house.

He shuddered as he felt his back tingling. He knew what was about to happen, but nothing could prepare him for two entirely new appendages bursting from his back, blood and sinew racing up freshly formed bones to coat the wings, skin rapidly following and finally the accompanying itch as much larger feathers burst free from beneath his skin. Finally, he thought he was done. Finally, he could reveal himself to his mate, reveal his new form. But it seemed this ancient magic would have one last trick up its sleeve, and a burst of stimulation would shoot from his groin, up to his brain, and back down again, lighting his nerves on fire. He gasped, back arching as he felt it begin. He barely managed to make it back to the chair, before collapsing and staring down at his crotch, watching as his length grew longer and thicker. It would grow and swell, seeming to expand with each of his heartbeats. Seven, eight, nine, ten inches! He would nearly faint with how the spell had blessed him with such a member, even realizing that the accompanying girth would far exceed that of his previous. He continues to stare at it in the glow of the computer screen, watching as small, little hook-like protrusions would emerge from his glans, watching even still as they hardened, standing outwards just a bit. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice was whispering into his head, telling him how to use his body... Not to mention giving an idea of what those barbs could do, anywhere from arousing a female, to inducing a false heat, to raking backwards when his mating was finished, ruining the female's tunnel to force her to not take another's seed, if he so wished. He stared at his new shaft, feeling the pleasure coursing through his body.

What he had left of his foreskin would sink lower, growing fur of its own before bunching at the base of his new shaft, just beneath a bulge that was steadily growing larger and larger the closer he came to orgasm. Finally, with a growling snarl ripped from his throat, he would cum, his knot fully inflated, his cock bobbing up and down as he flexed. As his body spent the final few spurts of his human seed, he would hear a faint voice in the back of his head. It seemed to ask a question, though about what he could not hear. Too wrapped up in the sensations rocketing through him, he would only mutter 'More, more, more!' and so it would be, his balls, even while pumping their now pure-gryphonic seed to spatter across keyboard and desk alike, would grow, not shrink. Bloating bigger and heavier, he would not realize until his mind finally snapped back to reality, and he mentally shouted, 'STOP!' And so it would be, his overly sensitive body would slowly calm down, his balls having grown well beyond what he had as a human, and upon inspection it looked like he had two baseballs nestled betwixt his thighs. Now, he was truly done, as shown by the eerie light fading from the medallion, once more a shiny coin on a leather strip. His body would slump in the immediate fatigue following, and his eyes would shut, asleep in the chair.

Only after several hours, nearing daybreak, would he awake, rising his arms above his head and yawning widely. His hand would reach up and rub his eye softly, as he blearily looks about the room. "Must've passed out at the computer last night..." He mumbles, before his hand pulls away and instead scratches through the feathers on his chest. Wait... Feathers? He looks down and damn near screams, barely clamping his beak shut at the last moment. Wait... Beak? Feathers... Beak... TALONS? The medallion worked? He reaches for the leather strap holding the mystical medallion, only to realize it wasn't there. He shrugs, making a mental note to search for it later. However, now, he would focus on his mate in a new, almost predatorial way. This was HIS mate, and his new scent was not on her. True, it was his old scent that coated her face still, but it did not matter to his now more dominant, alpha-like nature. It was not his scent on her, but some other males. He would have to fix that. Closing the gap between them on his new, longer legs, he would look down at her.

All that remained of his previous seed was faint trails of crisp film upon her skin, and he once again lifted his leg up and over her stomach, settling down to rub his newly formed sheathe. He could feel it growing, before watching the fleshy covering split to allow his new shaft free. Already his balls would be producing more gryphonic seed, knowing he would use it to claim this female as his. Larger he would swell, pressing past his previous length and growing still, until all ten inches of gryphonic cock was bobbing above her face. His musk would have changed as well, now having a more spicy base, while also seeming to catch the essence of a wild beast. Drops of pre would splatter upon the girl's face, the hot liquid streaking over her skin, leaving trails of musk behind. His hand would wrap around his shaft, slowly stroking it as he made sure to coat her lips and nose in pre once more, covering the scent of a previous male. More and more he would coat her, cheeks now nearly completely covered and trails running everywhere around her face, even down her neck to pool in the hollow there, providing a little something extra for when she awoke. He squeezed his shaft over her face, growling quietly as his knot grew larger and larger, attempting to knot with something that was not there. However his hand would do well enough, his body arching and bucking slightly as he began pumping his hotter, thicker, and more abundant load over every streak of unmarked skin. So much so that her hair would be matted to the pillow with the excess, her lips collecting the fluid as it clung, while both of her nostrils would bubble with the seed slowly dripping there. "I have claimed you as mine..." He growls down at her quietly, before nodding and snorting, lifting himself away from her and exiting the room quietly, leaving her to wake up to find her features as he left them.

Unbeknownst to him, the medallion would glint in the light let in by the door opening, revealing where it had truly disappeared to... It seems it had somehow landed upon the girl's alarm clock, left to be waiting for her to find it after she awoke.

To be Continued? Let me know if you like!