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Prisoner Not a Free Burd

Boring. Class was so boring. I didn't need to be taught how to act like a lady, and I certainly didn't need anyone telling me how to deal with being gravid. I had books for that, and boys to cuddle me in my time of need. It didn't matter that I had a round belly thanks to the egg that had formed, I had already been through my cycle once and I didn't need any advice on how to deal with it.

As a hippogryph, I could have been born with the reproductive cycle of a mare or a hen, and as it turned out I had both, with mammalian organs but avian cycles. Probably the worst combination to have, but I could handle it. I was a big girl even in my teens so I could pass an egg the size of a sports ball with some effort. It was uncomfortable, sure, but I wasn't a wimp, and the body was quite good at accommodating the passing of an egg.

"Talba? Do you have something to add to the conversation?" The teacher shot at me slapping a ruler down on my desk. She had been droning on about responsible egg disposal and the potential dangers of pushing too hard, only to see that I was too busy doodling with chalk on my slate-topped desk to respond.

I already knew everything she was talking about and my desk top was far more interesting thanks to the picture I had chalked in of a sexy drake bending over the ruling thrones. Those thrones would be mine, one day. "Nope, that's your job. My job is to listen and take notes. And look at me here, taking notes. Sexy, sexy notes."

"Alright then, if you were taking notes, what did I just say?" She was testing me.

"Blah blah blah, egg disposal, blah-de-blah organic waste, feed the forest, etc. I know what to do with the egg and how to dispose of it." Now that I actually said it out loud, I was having my doubts that was the subject at hand, but I was pretty sure that was what she was talking about.

"Indeed. Well, princess or not you really should be paying more attention to your instructor. You'll never grow up to be queen with an attitude like that. If you don't change, that honor might go to Melodi, and you don't want that, do you?" She was trying to get a rise out of me, since my sister and I had a friendly rivalry, but I couldn't have cared less. I knew how royal heritage worked and it would be me who ascended to the throne when my parents passed it to their heir.

"Sure, whatever. If she gets it, she gets it. We'll see how that goes over with the council of Arrenthen." I ignored her and started doodling a cock on the drake for fun, with little happy-faced spurts of cum erupting out the end of it. Melodi was my hatch-mate sister; she was the same age but hadn't yet passed her first egg thanks to her more equine form causing her puberty to be delayed. Since she was still considered juvenile, she was outside 'playing' with the other juvenile avians and equines of the Noble Academy.

The instructor sighed and mumbled something about spoiled, pampered royalty before returning to the slateboard, chalking it up with some diagram about hippogryph anatomy, showing the difference between mammal and avian reproduction. The instructor was doing her job, but it was clear that neither I nor any of the other classmates cared about what she had to say. The young drakes were all preening and showing off their feathers, while the hens were cooing and trilling their throats at them.

I was the only one in class not distracted by courtship. As a princess, I knew I could have any drake or hen I wanted if I demanded it, and that actually made me less interested in juvenile displays of affection. I had flirted before, but even the most confident studs would get bashful around me, so I stopped trying. If anyone had the guts to approach me, I would happily flirt back. If nothing else, it would give them something to brag about to their friends, boasting about how they mated with a princess.

Karma struck when I was drawing a random hen in a display position, tail up and feathers spread to show off. Just then, I felt a familiar shifting sensation in my lower belly. It was my egg, adjusting inside my womb to prepare to be laid. I could feel a warm fluid trickling out underneath my academy skirt, soaking the inside of my thighs. Normally I would have just got up and left, given the situation and the fact that nobody had the authority to stop me, but instead I raised a talon. My rebellious nature demanded I make a scene. "Excuse me Ms Belinda, I think my womb just burst, this egg is coming any minute."

She glared at me, clearly thinking I was just causing a fuss again (which was fair, I wasn't exactly well behaved), but then saw the tiny puddle forming on the floor in front of my chair. That's when she started going a little crazy. "Okay students, class dismissed, I have to-"

I cut her off mid-sentence, realizing too late that I'd accidentally included the rest of the class in my belligerence. "Don't be so dramatic, I'll be fine; it's not the first egg I've laid. Come on, I gotta get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow." I rubbed the chalk drawing out with my forearm and got up, squeezing my thighs together and clenching my muscles to trap any fluid inside me. I didn't need a trail of droplets soaking the red and gold carpets that lined the academy halls back to the castle.

Ms. Belinda quickly grabbed a couple of towels from under her desk and handed them to me as the rest of the students quickly left the classroom. Nobody liked being around a gravid mare when she was about to lay, unless it was their egg. "Here, take these, do you need any help?"

"Not really, no. I'm gonna go back to the castle, if I'm gonna do this, I'm gonna do this in my home. I will bring the towels back tomorrow, okay?" I took the towels she was offering and took a few steps, towering over the instructor as I awkwardly hobbled towards the door only to find some of the drakes from class staring at me. "Can I help you?" I asked as I walked by.

They all blushed and shook their heads, trying their best to hide the fact that they were trying to get a look at me. Curiosity and studs, a fine combination. As I walked away, I lifted my skirt and hiked my tail up for a split second, letting them get a view of my soaking wet vulva. "Enjoy, boys." I laughed before feeling another powerful lurch that made me grunt and hold my belly with my forearm.

Stupid eggs. Laying could be fun in theory, but I was cursed with quite a large equine womb, so the eggs were larger than they would be on a typical avian or hippogryphs. It was unfortunate and left me feeling empty and needy for days, but the actual passing of the egg was quite an interesting ordeal thanks to how good and bad it felt at the same time. Luckily, I am also naturally quite malleable thanks to my equine flesh, so I don't tear, like many of my kind do.

I take the good with the bad.

The Noble Academy was actually connected to the castle through the walls that surrounded the royal property, so I actually could go from school to home without ever going outside. I had to walk with short, brisk steps to ensure another wave of birthing fluid didn't slip out, so it took me a bit longer than it should have, and I got quite a few sidelong stares, as random passerby noticed who I was and what was happening. One of the royal guards - a black and white stallion - offered to help escort me back to my home, so I accepted and draped my arm over his shoulder.

Once back home, I immediately returned to my quarters to take care of myself, placing the two towels down on my bed with a few more from my closet. Last time I did this I had made quite a mess, so I didn't want to soak through to my mattress again.

Before lying down I locked my door and finally relaxed my pelvic muscles, which was immediately met by another powerful shift and lurch of the egg inside me, the thin end of it prodding at my cervix. Luckily, I had enough control to keep it from poking out, but I did feel my flesh quiver in anticipation of the chemically induced relaxation that came with a lay. Dopamine, one thing my body produced in copious amounts. Again, another thing that was so awesome about having mare flesh.

I stumbled my way over to my bed, cradling my belly in my palm and letting out a low, droning whimper as I felt my flesh expand and get extra tender. My body was preparing itself for the passing of the egg, so I didn't have much time. I would be greeted with anywhere between a minute to an hour of contractions, grunting, messy birthing fluid, and taut vulva before this thing was out of me.

"Hello mattress my old friend." I mumbled to myself as I flopped down and rolled onto my back, spreading my legs as I propped my head up on my pillow. I took in a deep breath, but the pressure from it just made my lower abdomen uncomfortable so I exhaled. Another muscle contraction rocked my body and squeezed down on my womb, forcing a grunt from my beak and another powerful shift of the egg.

My cervix was growing distended and I could feel it stretching far wider than it should have, so I tried my best to relax and let it pass naturally. If I pushed down on it, I'd risk cracking the egg, and I'd heard of complications with cracked eggs in wombs. Not fun to have to get a doctor to manually get rid of that. I felt another flush of fluid escaping me, slowly trickling out over my tail and soaking my uniform skirt, so I quickly unbuckled it and tossed it to the side. Better to be bottomless than topless, I always said.

Another contraction clenched down on me and I felt the egg shift again, pushing out on my birth canal and stretching my flesh wide; it almost felt like I was tearing. I could fee cool air all along my pussy as it gaped open, lips parted and cervix dilated. I reached inside to actually feel the egg poking outward into my birth canal, the tip of it still soft and unformed as it seemed to be wearing a ring of tight cervix around the thickest part of it.

Once the contraction subsided, I felt my vaginal walls close up again, forcing the egg entirely back into my womb as the air escaped between my lips. Part of me wanted to rub at my clit, but the chemicals that were flowing through me kept me from being aroused while passing the egg. Unfortunately for biology, I was eternally horny, and the sensation of an egg prodding at the inner end of my pussy just turned me on more. The taboo of getting off to a natural oviparous cycle also made things a little naughtier.

I gripped at my clit and gave it a pinch, rubbing the fleshy nub and sliding my fingers over either side of it with ease thanks to the lubrication that I was producing, creating a wave of pleasure that sent tingles up my spine and helped to loosen my inner flesh more than before. I slipped a few fingers inside and gave a gentle rub up and down, prodding at my G-spot and tickling it with my talons as my muscles squeezed and relaxed in a rhythmic pulse. I was glad I spent most of my time reading, or I never would have known about the G-spot, an especially sensitive mound of flesh on my anterior vaginal wall just inside, about one quarter of the way between vulva and cervix.

Medical terminology. Not sexy for some, but knowledge of my body was a huge turn on for me. I only dated drakes who knew what buttons to press, and I'd not love myself if I didn't press those buttons on my own.

Still, I got caught up in my own masturbation a little too thoroughly, focusing more on the two-part combo of pussy and clit pleasure with each passing moment. I felt the egg shifting inside me with each bolt of pleasure, but it felt more like a knot than an egg, tugging on my womb from within and roughly forcing its way out of me. I squeezed and relaxed, each motion shifting the egg back and forth to emulate the idle thrusting that drakes would offer when tied.

A sudden shift had the egg slip out a bit, the tip of it squeezing against my fingers and pinning them about the engorged wall of the G-spot, the added pressure and the gentle prod of my talons triggering a pretty hefty orgasm. I used my free hand to clutch at a pillow and bite down, preventing any pleasured chirps from escaping my beak. The sensations turned to a sharp pain as the textured shell was forced through my birth canal in one orgasmic burst, followed by a gush of fluids. The thickest part burst from my vulva as it laid heavy on my tail, the blunt end of it still rubbing against my opening.

I curled my knees and used my ankle to hold the egg in place, grinding my vulva against it with my fingers rubbing up and down against my clit. The gently textured shell made for great friction against my soaking wet flesh. The lubrication I was producing was an absolute mess, and kept the surface of it slimy as I used it to pleasure myself, sustaining my desire on the verge of climax.

It didn't take long at all to hit my peak, clit winking and creamy spurts of fluid escaping and squirting over the egg as I twitched and curled my toes. I spat the pillow out and shuddered in delight as my lower beak quivered. The egg was out of me, my cunt was empty, and I'd exhausted myself thanks to the combination of contractions and pelvic squeezes. I felt satisfied, yet remained needy. I knew I needed to fill myself back up, but the egg was thicker than my thigh - the size of a sport-ball - so there was no way it was going back in me now that the shell had hardened.

Rather than fuck around with it, I sat straight up and licked my fingers off, curling the towels up over the egg before resting it on the ground next to my bed. I slid my hands over my silk sheets to make sure there was no moisture there before grasping at the uniform skirt that I'd tossed to the foot of my bed. I quickly put it back on and stumbled out my door, knees twisted to force me into an awkward gait thanks to the empty feeling in me. Luckily, I wouldn't have to explain why I was walking funny, earlier I had a tummy bulge full of egg, and now my abs were flat and properly toned. Clearly the egg had been passed.

Problem was, now I had no idea what I wanted to do with it. Common wisdom said to leave it in the wild, some snake or raptor would make a meal of it rather than wasting it, but I felt weirdly compelled to keep it. For now, I'd leave it by my bed wrapped in towels, and I could deal with it later.

The day was still relatively young so I decided to go for an awkward walk. I wasn't going to go back to the academy, I didn't want the stares that every woman got after passing an egg.

Instead, I slipped out the front gate of the castle walls so I could relax at the market and people-watch. I had an odd fascination with observing people's behaviour, especially the common people. Non-nobles lived their lives so much different than royalty, but I knew the value of understanding the people of the nation that would soon be mine. I needed to have my talons on the pulse of the population if I was ever to be a respected ruler.

I didn't go far from the castle gates, at the behest of the two guards that stopped me. Apparently they had been instructed to not let me leave the safety of the castle, so they wouldn't let me go farther than the stairs that were at the gate. I was grumpy, but I knew better than to argue with them. I was quite large for my age, but full grown equine royal guards were still bigger than I was, and far better trained to deal with rambunctious folk like myself regardless of my position as royalty.

That mistake had been made in the past. I tried to run and they tackled me to the ground, using their polearms to keep me from getting up. That was not fun and the people got a good look at a princess covered in dirt getting subdued by the guards. Now, I stayed on the steps and watched the market from there. The vantage point was effective, since the market was a long strip from the castle gates to the harbour, with lines of vendors and merchants on either side and literally thousands of shoppers vying for the attention of those merchants to get food for the week.

Boredom was setting in after an hour or two of watching the market, but then thins got interesting when I saw four royal guards chasing after a quadruped gryphon in the middle of the crowded strip.

"Leave me be! I'm innocent!" The gryphon protested, trying to hop into the air and flap his wings, only to have a net cast on him, tangling him up and bringing him down in a heap of feathers and limbs.

"Tell that to the queen!" One of the royal guard declared as he brought his pole arm down against the beast's neck, followed by the three others doing the same.

I got to my feet and kept a close eye on the proceedings. This gryphon was unlike any I'd seen with an elongated beak and dark patterned feathers accented by light colored highlights. Not many quadruped gryphons in Arrenthen, most of them were bipeds. This creature intrigued me, so I kept watching.

The royal guard quickly bound the gryphon's beak and wings before latching cuffs around all four ankles to ensure he didn't fly or run. There was no way he'd be able to get away and he knew it so he calmed down and let them escort him down the strip to the gates, one guard on each corner. The people of the marketplace parted and formed a path, not wanting to interfere.

I kept my eye on him and he glared right at me as he was marched past, his azure eyes glinting in the evening light. I caught a hint of helplessness in those eyes, so I had to follow them. They must have been taking him into a cell to hold him, the same way anyone would be if they were accused of a crime. I didn't bother asking the guardsman what was happening, I knew they wouldn't answer.

Instead, I kept pace behind them as they escorted the gryphon up the main hall and off to the side of the steps, the opposite side my room was in. The stairs took us down to the massive, open circular area with two dozen cells lining the walls, with a cage in the middle. They forced the gryphon into one of the cells and quickly wrapped a golden band around his neck.

"What's with the jewellery?" I asked one of the posted guards, indicating the band around his neck.

"Some pacification enchantment. The gems around the rim of it supposedly relax the prisoner and nullify any magic. Never seen it work right though, just makes them lose their mind." He explained to me with a dismissive shrug. Honestly, I was glad he answered at all, even if I needed more information.

That wasn't enough for me, so I tiptoed closer to watch as they slammed the cell door behind them and locked it, prodding between the bars with their pole arms as the gryphon stared back at them. It seemed to be a standoff. The gryphon prisoner stared at the guards and they stared back; he knew there was no escape, so he didn't resist farther. He glanced over directly at me with a calm sadness before returning his gaze to the guards that had locked him in the cell.

But then something strange happened. The gryphon's expression went from one of intensity and silent defiance to dull passivity, then unfocused rage as he started slamming his head against the cell bars. His feathers expanded and he started making aggressive shrieks, his bound feet kicking up dust as his wings tried their best to extend in the binds. He thrashed about and resisted his bondage with all he had, slamming body against all four walls without showing any signs of fatigue.

I watched every minute of his defiance until he finally gave in and collapsed, chest heaving and beak gaped open. He looked up at me as I got close, but he didn't seem to acknowledge me as anything more than someone that was moving towards him, a potential threat. He had gone feral. His mind was lost. Did the band around his neck steal his soul and sentience?

I felt adrenaline flowing through my chest as my breath started to grow more intense. I was angry, something was wrong here and I needed to do something about it. They just stole this gryphon's very soul, subduing his conscious mind for ends I didn't quite understand. All I could think of was questions. Why did they imprison this gryphon? What did he do? Why did they put that band on his neck? Was it permanent? Could it be reversed? What could I do as princess of Arrenthen?

I stormed out of the dungeons, stomping my talons on the stairs every step of the way to let them know I was upset. My teenage mind was feeling a rebellion bubbling up my spine, so I had to seek justice for this wrongfully imprisoned gryphon at any cost.

Even if I had no idea what he had been accused of.

I paced in my room, chest heaving with frustration as I went over my planned speeches. I wanted to plead my case to my parents, the king and queen. I wanted justice, and I needed to feel like I was doing something. In truth, it wasn't about the fact that the gryphon had been imprisoned - for all I knew he was a murderer or cannibal - it was about the collar they put on him, the one that reverted him back into a feral beast. Without his mind, he was likely to be put on the chopping block without the ability to explain himself.

There was no way I would allow that. Everyone deserved fair trial, and as long as he was feralized, there was no way any court would see the soul he had, the soul I had caught glimpses of in his eyes multiple times. If nothing else, I needed to campaign to have that collar removed.

All afternoon I refused to come out of my room and socialize. I was too busy plotting and planning for that night, when I would slip out and free him. Not from the cell, but from the mental prison that had been erected around his neck. I wouldn't release him from prison, even I would be held for treason if I did that.

Once everyone else in the castle was asleep, I crept down the hall, careful to not let my talons scrape on the stone of the floor as I slipped past the guards. Luckily, they didn't pay close attention to the dungeon itself when there was only one way in or out, and that could be easily monitored from the same guards that were lining the main hall.

The very moment I slipped into the winding stairway that lead to the dungeon, I felt a wash of adrenaline flow through me. If only for a brief moment, I was safe from the watchful eye of the guard, and now I had to get to work. At the bottom of the stairs where the round chambers connected to the rest of the castle, I stood and scanned the cells. Only three or four prisoners were currently incarcerated, with the gryphon being one of them.

I stepped up to the bars of the cell to see him lying on a flimsy bedroll. The moment he saw me, he got to all fours with a low growl and splayed out his feathers in a display of dominance, hissing at me. His ears were laid back flat against his skull. So aggressive; if he only knew I was here to help him. Rather than be grateful for my presence, he cautiously stepped forward and lashed out at me, beak slamming between bars and nearly catching my arm. Even as I jerked back, he kept his beak open and he hissed again, trying to bite at me.

A steady surge of adrenaline burst through me again, turning my breaths into ragged gasps. My chest was heaving and my lower beak was chattering in fear. How was I going to get this collar off him if he wouldn't even let me in. I could barely get near the cell, let alone inside it.

Scared, I quickly turned from the gryphon and closed my eyes. What was I doing here? There were better ways to deal with this rather than put myself in danger at the beak of a deranged, aggressive gryphon. I took in yet another deep breath as I tried to ignore the sound of him hissing at me and the scratching sound of claws on metal and stone. No, clearly this was no way to be held, he needed something, anything to show his heart. If I could tame horses and the royal Ahsor mounts, I could tame a gryphon.

I scanned the room for the keys, knowing full well I'd need them to get into the cell and take the collar off him. Even with the many gruesome scenarios running in my head illustrating the different ways this could go wrong, I pushed on, checking one cell after another before finding the office with the documents and records in it - the only cell without a lock on it. I quickly grabbed the ring of keys and was about to leave when a document caught my eye.

"Keploen." I mumbled to myself, reading the document title. Curious, I opened it up and skimmed through some of the details. Disappearance, presumed dead, Keploen was the lead suspect. Resistance to arrest, severed limb of guardsman when apprehended. Best I could tell, there was a kidnapping of some noble's daughter and Keploen was reported by some reptilian. Interesting. Known accomplices, a buck named Malthael, Whereabouts unknown.

That gave me a bit more to work with. It was clear that this gryphon - Keploen - was accused of something quite heinous, but the royal guard had only hear-say and an accusation to link him to it. Might he have done it? Sure. He also was most likely innocent, at least from what I knew of the guardsman's tendency to attack and capture without prejudice.

This revelation only angered me more. Not only did they have absolutely nothing to hold this majestic beast of a gryphon, they also were being tyrannical in that they were not giving him a voice to share his side of the conflict. I had to hear his pleas, I needed to represent him, and with that in mind I had a renewed vigor that carried me back to the cell door.

As I got close, keys in hand, I saw his expression change. He was still aggressive, with his beak prodding out between the bars, but his eyes were different, more curious. I could see his nares opening as he inhaled, taking in my scent. As a fellow hybrid avian, he must have associated me with other hends of his species, as his threat defenses seemed to be receding.

Good. Maybe this would help me out and allow me to earn his trust.

His beak was still pressed out against the bars as I took my final steps, stopping just centimeters away from his reach. He sniffed at the air before backing away and standing up straight. He puffed out the plumage around his neck and raised his beak high, presenting to me. I feigned confusion, but I knew exactly what had happened. Having just passed the egg, my body was emanating aromas of estrus that was triggering a mating desire in him.

That changed everything. Suddenly, I had the upper hand, and he was in my control as long as I teased him long enough to get that collar off him. Perfect. Not ideal, but I couldn't think of a better way to exert my will on a feral beast. Now that I had him posturing for me, I felt safe enough to lean up against the bars of the cell, reaching my hand in to coax him closer. "Come here. Come." I was whispering, trying my best to not rouse attention. I wasn't ready to open the cell door, and slip in, but I just wanted a feel of the collar so I had something to guide me once I made my move.

The gryphon turned his flank to me, feathers still fluffed as he postured, slowly sidestepping. He clearly had his reservations, but his masculine needs were overcoming his self preservation. Typical male behaviour.

When he got close enough, I reached up to press my hand against his neck, sliding my fingers through his feathers to feel at the jeweled collar. I couldn't feel any latches or straps anywhere on the side closest to me, so I reached under his throat to feel the other side, only to be met with him pulling away. I kept leaning into the cell until my shoulder was wedged between the bars, and that was when I got a good, clear view of his sheath, royal fleshed cock tip poking out the end of it with knot lobes pressing out against the fleshy confines.

I gulped heavily as a wash of desire flowed over me, concentrating between my legs and leaving me weak at the knees. That sheathe was so big, the cock inside so big it actually formed a clear knot-shaped bulge in his lower belly. I'd never seen another gryph that well endowed before - though I'd never seen an exposed feral before, either; it was more like a stallion than a drake. The image burned itself into my mind, the glistening flesh of it dotted with many tiny, backwards-facing barbs lining the tip of it and a billowing swath of steam emanating from the shaft and around either side of his belly.

A moisture formed between my lips as I felt an involuntary wink clenching my pelvic muscles and rolling my clit outward to drool fluids in a gooey strand that dripped to the floor. Once again, my heart was racing as my mind scrambled to decide what to do next. I was starting to get exhausted thanks to how persistently my heart and adrenaline were racing.

In my distraction, I had stopped rubbing at Keploen's powerful neck feathers, so he reminded me to pay attention by jerking his head forward and pecking through the bars, grabbing at my hip and puncturing flesh in one fluid motion.

I stifled a cry of pain as I jumped back, yanking my arm from the cell as I held my side. There was distinct stinging reverberating in my flesh as I felt the warmth of blood seeping through my fingers and staining my wrist fetlocks. "Dammit burd, what the fuck was that for?" I hissed at him, holding back a grunt of pain.

He meeped and hopped back, lowering himself and shrinking his feathers in submission, like a pet dog scorned. Quite interesting, curious.

"Come here, come. I'm sorry. Come." I leaned back up to the cell and pressed my chest against them, squeezing both breasts between the bars as I reached down under my skirt and slipped a couple of fingers inside myself, twisting my wrist and cupping my clit in such a way that I was able to harvest as much of my liquid arousal in a puddle in the palm of my hand.

Keploen sniffed at the air again, slowly inching his way towards me, gradually retaining his posturing until he was at full height again, returning to his prideful stance. The moment he got close enough, I leaned forward as far as I could go, smearing my own lubricating fluids all over his beak, the sudden movement causing him to jump back and flap his wings as wide as they would go in the cell, squawking and chirping before finally falling under the trance of my aroma.

"Good. Good." While he was distracted and licking his beak of the creamy fluid, I gathered my strength and quickly grabbed the proper key and shakily found the lock, metal clanging against metal as I gasped silently to myself. My heart never stopped pumping adrenaline through my body as I turned the crank and heard a distinct click followed by the door cracking open.

I was open-beak panting as I nervously surveyed the rest of the holding area, chest heaving and knees weak as I fought with myself about whether I was actually going to go through with it or slam that cell door shut and retire to my room. Unfortunately, I caught another glimpse of Keploen's purple fleshed cock glistening in the dim candle-light of the cell, and that immediately triggered the side of me that cared little for logic and craved the feel of a drake against me. The urges and my own fetish for danger pushed me forward with reckless abandon.

In one swift motion, I cracked the door open just enough to slip into the cell, nervously reaching through the bars to lock the door behind me but leave the key in the slot in case I needed to quickly dash out. I turned and pressed my back to the door, only to see that Keploen was staring directly at me, his feathers puffed out again in a display of dominance as he looked down his beak at me, his form towering over mine.

I gulped heavily and kept my eyes glued to his as I idly reached around, ready to grab the key again. I wouldn't want to admit it, at least not outwardly, but I was terrified. With one idle peck he'd sliced my hip open, who knew what he would do when I couldn't get away? "G-good boy." I cooed at him, nervously stepping forward with one hand raised toward his beak.

He jerked away and hissed at me, but didn't step back. He didn't seem to want me touching his beak, but he didn't seem to mind me being near him.

There wasn't a whole lot I could do to hurt him in any way, but I was still worried about what would happen if this went wrong. I didn't want to think about it so I took another step towards him, placing my hand on his powerful, feathered neck and pressed my chest to his.

Keploen churred at me, his head jearking in different angles like a curious, inquisitive bird, his eyes twisting to look down at me as he leaned into me, pressing his beak down against my back to squeeze me between his shoulder and chin. Within seconds, he started rubbing and running his beak tip through my feathers and mane, preening me.

He was preening me.

My knees went weak and my toes curled in delight, a churr escaping my beak as I ran my fingers through his feathers. I held him tight and pushed my face into his plumage, relishing in the warmth he offered. His body was so much hotter than even mine, and I was a crossbreed of avian and equine - two of the warmest bodied creatures. Naturally, I felt a tingle in my clit again followed by a pelvic contraction that spurted a single strand of creamy fluid onto the cell floor between my legs. I couldn't help it, the situation was too arousing. The danger excited me, and even without the sense that this drake could be a threat, he was still a handsome beast.

It was clear he felt the same way about me, because he angled his head down and used the hook of his beak to lift up my skirt, exposing my rump so he could nuzzle under my tail. I was flowing with arousal, so his beak got smeared in my creamy concoction.

The sensation of his beak prodding at me made me curve my back and lift my tail, further exposing my tender lips so he could continue rubbing them. My clit squeezed and I grunted, muscles clenching down and pushing out. I brought my hand down between my legs to rub at myself, and I found my chest slipping down until my torso was horizontal, one arm wrapped around his foreleg and the other between my thighs to rub vigorously at my swollen lips and clit.

He shifted his form again, this time angling his body sideways so that I was closer to his hindquarters. His beak was still happily nuzzling at me, shifting back and forth to spread my lips from side to side. I could feel his breath tickling my flesh and it made me wink again, shooting a gob of arousal right onto his tongue that triggered a licking frenzy. As his motions became more aggressive, he lifted the talon that I was hugging for balance up to place it on my hip, claws digging into my rump as I fell to all fours underneath him, head angled towards his sheath.

All at once, there it was, mere inches away from my beak. His royal purple cock was throbbing and steaming, long strands of precum drooling out the tip of it to splash in a puddle between his hind legs. I tried extending my neck to get closer to it, but I was still too far away to nuzzle at the shaft of it so I lifted one of my hands to cradle the still deflated knot. It was so heavy in the palm of my hand; heavy, yet incredibly hot and slimy.

I needed it inside me. Right now. Caution be damned.

Without thinking further, I scuttled forward as I got down on my hands and knees, tail still hiked up to give him access to my pussy. The moment I was close enough, I pressed the side of my beak up against the length of his shaft, extending my tongue to capture much of his musky fluids so I could swallow it down. It was quite bitter and unpleasant at first, but as his aroma continued to emanate in the form of steam, coating my nares with his musk, I found myself liking it more and more. It was naughty, it was masculine, and it was clouding my judgement.

I curled my toes in pleasure and gently opened my beak, closing my eyes and focusing on the scents and sensations as I used the hand that was cradling the knot to aim it onto my tongue. I forced it into me and I gave a gentle squeeze, sucking on the tip and cradling the knot with two fingers wrapped around the twin lobes. I could feel his heartbeat in the palm of my hand via the gentle throbs of his knot slowly swelling. His length was pulsing on my tongue, pumping stream after stream of his pre-seed into the back of my throat, which I happily and eagerly gulped down.

Keploen kept eagerly lapping at my pussy, his rounded beak tip rubbing at my pucker as I shuddered and grunted, pushing back onto him and dripping my arousal everywhere. He bucked his hips, stabbing his cock tip deep into my gullet to stab at my throat flesh. As he pulled out, though, I felt those barbs splay out in my maw and catch on my tongue, stabbing me and making me gag.

All at once I realized how stupid I was being. I could handle barbs, but not on a feral beast like this. His cock was too big, more akin in size to a stallion than a drake, and he'd slice me open with them. I had to get out of there immediately and return with a proper plan.

I spat his cock out and licked my beak of the bitter-sweet precum that he'd deposited in me before turning around, reaching up for the key of the lock so I could slip out. Problem was, as soon as I spun and exposed myself to him, he hopped up and wrapped his talons around my waist, holding me tight and biting at my neck to keep me in place. As he jerked his hips, I could feel the barbs of his cock tip stab at my rump cheeks and tail fur.

In spite of my terrified revelation, my tail stayed up high and my thighs apart enough to give him easy access. My mare instincts were taking over and my body was begging for it, even if I knew it would split me open. It took all my self control to keep my hand up, fingers wrapped around either side of the key to turn it with a click, allowing me to pull the door open just enough to scramble out. He didn't want to let go of my hips, so I ended up with four more gashes opened up on either side of my flank, but I needed to get out of there.

I darted out and used my talon to slam the door closed behind me. Keploen tried to dash out after me, but I was too quick and the lock clasped instantly. Luckily, he was still in a feral state so he didn't think to wrap his talon around and unlock it before I got to my feet and pulled it out of the keyhole.

He whimpered at me as he reached a talon out to me, trying to capture me again. His cock was still throbbing and slapping at his belly as his back arched in idle, half-hearted thrusts.

"S-sorry." I apologized as I quickly stole the keys and walked away, leaving them where I found them. I tried my best to avoid eye contact as I walked past his cell towards the stairs that would lead me back to the main floor and the grand hall. Every step of the way, I could hear his saddened whimper as he cried out for the hen that left him hanging.

I couldn't sleep. I just couldn't. I could still taste his musky precum on my tongue and smell it on my beak and hand, and that kept him fresh in my mind. I knew I was only down there to free him from the feral prison he'd been trapped in, but my body was desperately craving his physical affections in spite of the fact that I knew it could only end badly. I was still a teenager, of course my mind was still adjusting to those desires that a mare or hen felt so often.

Since I couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to masturbate for fear that his musky aroma would be washed from my fingers if I got too excited, I kept walking right past my room and headed towards the courtyard. I needed to clear my head and the stuffy halls of the castle would only intensify my desires.

"Damn it Talba, what are you doing?" I badgered myself as I took my final steps to the massive red-wood doors that would lead to the open court yard. I shook my head as though I was clearing the deviant thoughts from my mind as I quietly slipped through the open door. I didn't close it, for fear of the sound waking someone. Once outside, I kept pace as I walked through the gardens, past the greenhouse, and into the orchard.

I loved that orchard. If nothing else, it was my personal space that was as far away from being in the castle as I could be without leaving the courtyard. I had installed a bench there just for myself, made of the same red wood of the doors, with the frame being supported by golden metal. The colors of Arrenthen, gold and red.

I immediately sat down and threw my head back, gaping open my beak as I took in one long deep breath after another. I was trying to flush out the adrenaline that kept me cold and buzzing with energy as I stared up at the moon and the stars between the branches and leaves of the apple trees above me. Since my excitement was dying down, I was starting to feel that fatigue that comes after such experiences.

Food. I needed food. I was surrounded by apple trees. I plucked a few from the lower-hanging branches and started munching on one. Another good thing about hybrid anatomy was that I could eat the fruits, vegetables, and greens of my equine father or the meats, nuts, and seeds of my avian mother. Apples are delicious, and easily one of my favorite foods, especially when I was alone in my orchard. Nothing else seemed appropriate.

The first apple didn't last long. I nibbled and chewed at it until it was nothing more than a core and a stem. Still hungry, I grabbed a second one and practically bit it in half with one chomp. Delicious.

Problem was, every time I brought my hand up to my face to eat, I could smell drake on my fingers and palm, triggering my need again. I didn't mind the arousal, but it seemed my body was doomed to a life of easily manipulated needs at the drop of a pin. The slightest trigger would once again ignite my desires, even if I was trying to cool off. The solution was simple: If I masturbated, I could probably satisfy myself just enough to sleep. Yeah, that made sense.

I flipped my skirt up to expose my lips again, using my free hand to rub idly at my clit, squeezing and sliding my digits up and down the side of it as I chomped down on the apple, finishing it off and tossing the core to the side.

Those urges just wouldn't go away, and the flashing thought of gryphon knot resting in my palm made me curl my toes in delight. I had never been tied before, only mounted by one of my classmates, but he came within seconds and I didn't get to truly enjoy myself so I ended up returning to this very same orchard to put a couple of apples in myself in an effort to emulate the bulges of a knot. Those urges were coming back.

I kept my finger pressed against my clit like a button, rubbing gently in circles as I reached up and grabbed one apple after another until I had a half dozen on my lap, cradled in the up-turned fabric of my school uniform. I twisted the stem off one and used it to rub at my lips, sliding it up and down between my thighs as I squeezed my legs together. The pressure made the apple slide the only way it could, right through my vulva and into my pussy. It was pretty small, though, so I grabbed another and did the same, forcing it into me next to the first. I could feel my skin pinching between them as they knocked against each other and shifted inside.

My pelvic muscles contracted, sucking them up deeper into me so that the first one was pressing against the opening to my womb. I took this to mean I could fit another inside me. I twisted the stem off it and rubbed it up and down, using it to apply pressure to my clit as I got it fully soaked in my fluids before curling my fingers and spreading my lips, forcing it inside me with one quick lurch. I threw my head back again and let out a cooing trill, beak clammering as my body shivered in delight.

All three of the apples were pressing hard against each other, the pressure of my clenching muscles pushing the deepest one against my still-tender cervix. All at once, I balled my hands up in fists and closed my thighs together, hips rotating as the apples shifted inside me. I felt a deep, uncomfortable lurch as the first apple popped into my womb, leaving more room in my cunt for another.

I knew I shouldn't have been so overzealous, but I couldn't stop. My flesh as still loose from the massive egg, and that empty feeling that had been lingering all afternoon wouldn't go away until I was once again filled with something. A half dozen apples would do just fine, so I stuffed another one inside, following it with my fingers as I kept pushing and pushing until the second fruit disappeared into my womb alongside the first one. Five apples, all at once, and I still had the biggest one yet to force into my hungry, drooling cunt.

After another shuddering, deep breath, I squirmed on the bench and parted my legs, the pressure from the apples shifting around slid them right past my G-spot, triggering a powerful wink as my walls squeezed them from all angles. I could feel the third apple threatening to penetrate into my womb alongside the first to, so with my muscles still clenched tight, I forced the last apple inside me. All of them shifted again and the third one burst into me as the sixth came to rest just inside my vulva, creamy fluid exploding from my urethra as a powerful orgasm rocked my body followed by a series of aftershocks.

I shuddered and relaxed, collapsing on myself with my arms weak and limp on the bench as my exhausted cunt loosened up, the last apple slipping out with a wet sloppy sound before splashing in a small puddle in the grass beneath me. The motion triggered another orgasmic aftershock that made me clench again, forcing the second and third apples out of me in a gooey mess.

My pussy was so wet, so soaked from all the arousal I'd been forcing on myself, I was worried the flesh would grow wrinkled like fingertips after swimming too long. I slid down on the bench and grunted as I tried to push the last three apples out of me, but they were trapped in my womb, and my cervix had clenched back up. I should have been worried, but it left me satisfied with a tiny bulge in my belly and a constantly shifting set of orbs inside me.

It was time. I needed to go back to my room and sleep for the night, but I couldn't be bothered to clean up the apples I'd used to pleasure myself, so I left them in a pile for one of the guards to find the next day. Even with three apples inside me, I managed to walk normal back through the greenhouse and through the gardens to go back into the castle walls, slipping into my room without anyone noticing.

I kicked my skirt to my hamper and quickly took off my top, stopping to sniff it before tossing it in with the skirt. I smelled a hint of drake on it still, so I reveled in it before slipping into something a bit more comfortable and less soaked in drake seed. My ploy to trick myself into sleeping failed me. The lingerie I was wearing was gorgeous, perfect for such a stud to ravage. I caught a look at myself in the mirror, the semi-transparent purple fabric billowing over my form with the slightest of bulges of my belly giving away the apples within.

A grin spread across my beak as I plotted and fantasized about Keploen. No matter what, I just couldn't get him out of my mind. I was weak and exhausted, but my confidence was building as the night went on. Once again, I slipped from my bed, this time wearing only the lace panties and billowing top that were both colored a gentle lavender, similar to his cock.

His cock. Delicious, delicious cock. I wanted it in me. I needed it, and this time nothing would stop me. I knew how to get to the dungeon without being seen, I knew where the keys were, I knew how to manipulate him with my feminine wiles, and I knew he wasn't going to hurt me as long as I had something he wanted. That something wanted was my cunt. I was more than happy to give it to him, but in exchange I wanted every inch of his massive cock.

Rather than slink my way down the halls or creep around the guards, I walked with my beak up, confident in my actions. I didn't bother trying to hide, I just walked right past the guards who looked to be asleep and padded my way down the spiral staircase to the dungeon. I stopped at Keploen's cell for a moment to see him idly licking himself before darting over to the chamber with the files and the keys. I knew what key it was, so I unhooked it from the ring and walked over to the cell.

By the time I returned, he was already on all fours with his chest puffed out and his beak raised tall. He was posturing again, so clearly my scent had not waned and neither had his desire.

I stabbed the key into the slot and unlocked the gate, quickly slipping in next to him and locking it behind me. When I turned, he was looking directly at me again, tiptoeing closer to me. There was no courtship to be had, only mating. I had already teased him and left him wanting more before, I wouldn't dare make him earn it again. I knew about the scourge of blue balls and the pain that came from it.

"Well there, stud, what are you waiting for?" I cooed at him, leaning into him and nuzzling at his neck feathers before turning around and lifting my tail to him. I grunted and clenched my pelvic muscles to wink my clit as I pressed my lips against his front leg. He brought his beak around and over my shoulder, nuzzling between my breasts as he preened at the feathers there. I used one hand to cradle his beak as the other rubbed at my chest. I lifted my tail and pushed my rump back against his limb, rubbing up and down to smear my fluids all over him.

To my surprise, he didn't immediately hop up, he took a few steps back and buried his beak under my tail, rubbing at me and prodding with his quite talented tongue. I could hear him grunting and growling at me, but all I wanted was his cock, so I got down on all fours and looked back over my shoulder at him. There couldn't possibly have been a more clear invitation. "Go on, don't leave me waiting!" I swayed my hips and hiked my tail up again, shuffling backwards to prod him into mounting.

He still hesitated, shifting backwards to continue lapping at my cunt lips and rubbing against my fleshy rump hole. Part of me hoped that if he was using his tongue, he'd go up a bit and lick my ass. I'd never had anyone playing with that part of me before aside from a few fingers I'd slipped in there one time. I liked rubbing the opening, though; that always felt wonderful.

I had to reach down between my legs and peel my lips apart, squeezing at my clit and rocking back into his beak before he laid a talon square on my back. Once he did that, I could feel him press all his weight down on me. He was heavy, but not nearly as heavy as I would expect a creature his size to be. Gryphons do have hollow bones and lithe frames, after all. Good for flying. I felt his talons digging into my back through my thick, flowing mane as he shuffled forward, his hind claws scraping at the stone of the cell floor.

A nervous shudder rocked through my body and I gulped hard, bracing myself for the impending mount. I let out a gentle whimper as the anticipation grew in my chest, another flow of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was beginning to wonder if I had any left or it was just recycling itself at this point, because the cool flow of it hadn't left me since I first visited Keploen in the dungeon.

I heard a deep rumbling growl coming from him as he leaned down, clamping his beak down on my neck as his talons curled and nearly punctured my shoulder. I grimaced and held back a scream of pain as I leaned back into him, eagerly waiting for his cock tip to plunge into me. As I clenched down and tried to spurt out more of my natural fluids, I felt the three apples in my womb shift around inside me, one of them resting heavily inside my cervix, threatening to pop out.

To my delight but against my impatience, he didn't just go for the penetration. He massaged my shoulder with his talon and preened at my hair and mane as he shifted from hind paw to hind paw, slowly getting an ideal position before finally angling his hips and pressing into me. I could feel his cock tense and prod between my rump cheeks, tickling at my moist lips and spurting thin, hot strands of precum up against the underside of my tail. The fluid was so warm, so much warmer than even my own, and that made things even better for me.

Deep down inside, I knew I was running out of juice. Too many orgasms, too much fluid flowing, and all that birthing fluid from passing the egg left me completely unable to produce any more lubrication, so his high-temperature gooey precum was exactly what I needed. As soon as I felt the tip of it at what I felt was the right angle, I impatiently pushed back to swallow it up.

Keploen growled and squeezed at my shoulder and bit down hard. He wanted to control it, he didn't want me moving, so I stayed still but whimpered my protests.

My shoulder was in immense pain from his claw, and my neck was starting to get cramped as his beak clenched down on it. I was getting increasingly impatient, I wanted to feel his knot in me, and he was teasing me with the tip; I didn't even get to feel the splay of his needlepoint barbs tickling at my flesh! I wanted more, and I wanted it immediately, so I resisted him a bit and pushed back again, his beak twisting to hold me in place, even though I was forcing his length into me.

He hissed at my defiance and quickly punished me by bucking his hips up as hard and as quick as he could. His shaft stabbed through my tender walls and penetrated into my womb, the knot slapping against my meaty lips before popping in with one quick motion.

I grunted as I felt him invade me, followed by a whimpering moan as his knot started to expand. I could feel his barbs splaying out and stabbing into the deep side of my cervix, his hot seed seeping into me. His multi-lobed knot was swelling inside me, stretching my pussy walls wider than before, almost as thick as when the egg passed through me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I arched my back, pushing back on his knot to clench my pelvic muscles around the neck of his cock between knot and sheath. My lips folded outwards as my clit squeezed in against his knot, the pressure of it holding the tie in place.

It all seemed so natural, and my muscles were clenching involuntarily. A rim of muscles near my opening tightened and tightened some more as his knot grew, locking it in place. This was when I felt a proper tie for the first time, and even as I tugged, my muscles just got tighter and held him even more snug. We were locked together and I had absolutely no chance of getting away. I was in it for the long haul.

As soon as he felt my muscles clench and close around the base of his knot, he relaxed and let go of my neck and shoulders. He started cooing at me, churring as he preened at my feathers and mane. It felt quite nice, a pleasant change from the more aggressive mounting he'd been forcing on me.

My muscles were sore, but my lady parts were tingling in pleasure as his cock throbbed and spewed one sticky-hot strand of seed into me after another. My pelvic muscles were still tight as could be, and no amount of will would loosen them. I wasn't sure if this was part of my equine or avian genes, but it felt quite nice. The pressure from my distended walls was impressive enough that I could actually feel his heartbeat aside from my own, and I'm sure if he had the mental capacity he could have counted my heart rate.

He laid his chest down on me, nuzzling up under my ear as we stayed locked together. I tried swaying my hips to accentuate the sensations of his subtle shifts inside, but that just felt uncomfortable due to the angle and he kept growling at my every time, so I stopped. Instead, I pressed my chest to the ground and spread my legs to get into a more comfortable position. The two of us slowly descended so that I was on my belly and he was on his belly laying on my back. My toes curled in pleasure alongside every ejaculation that painted my womb with gryphon seed, but I was entirely out of energy so I couldn't do anything to help.

An hour or two passed and I felt a tiredness that I'd never felt before, a fatigue that seemed to fill me from toes to finger tips, and I almost fell asleep there with his knot inside me. I had absolutely no idea what time it was, so I didn't know how long we had before a guard would come down and see me fraternizing with a feral prisoner. A dawning realization crept over me, and that was that gryphons were known to stay together during a mating overnight, often not parting ways until the male woke the next morning and his knot subsided.

Oh, shit.

The panic consumed me and my mind raced finding increasingly unpleasant scenarios that would play out should a guard come and catch me locked in the stall with the prisoner. Luckily, that worry subsided when I felt a sudden shift of his knot inside me followed by a gradual deflation and a spurt of hot cum bursting out from between my lips and the lobes of his knot. Another tug later and his entire length was yanked from my depths, his spiny cock tip rubbing along my walls before slipping out. I was amazed to feel that the barbs didn't stab or slice me open, it felt more like a gentle tickle paired with sleeping flesh, the persistent pins and needles that come with resting too long.

I knew that I needed to stand up and take that collar off him or hurry up and leave now that the feral side would be coming back, but the only thing I could muster energy for was rolling onto my side and curling up in the fetal position as I felt a familiar lurch, all three apples bursting out of my womb with a torrent of cum buoying them.

My cunt was left sloppy, creamy, and loose as my clit winked again. I curled up tight and wrapped my arms around the underside of my knees, pulling my tail as far away from my sore, swollen vulva as I could.

Keploen rolled to his feet and leaned down to lick the apples clean, then gobble them down one bite at a time. Before I could get up, he also leaned over and started his long, loving licks of my sloppy pussy. The gentle sensations of his soft tongue were a welcome feel after the hardness of his knot and pokey nature of his barbs. I rolled onto my back and let him work at it for a while before finally mustering up the energy to stand.

Once up, I leaned against the bars before finally wrapping my hands around the band around his neck. There were no latches anywhere on the outside, but I did feel a button of some sort on the underside of it facing in towards his body. I pressed the button, and the collar split into two halves, landing in a heavy metallic clang on the rocky floor.

He jumped back at the sudden sound and splayed his wings with a hiss, ready to attack me. Evidently the collar's effects didn't wear off instantly. Luckily, they faded fast, and as those brisk moments passed as slow as I could imagine, I watched his eyes revert, a soul forming in the azure irises. HE shook his head and lowered himself a bit. "Wh-what happened?" He asked, slurring his words a bit.

I took in a deep sigh of relief as I laid my head against the bars. "I really don't know. That's what I'm here for. I want you to tell me what happened. Everything."