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DISCLAIMER! DISCLAIMER! DISCLAIMER!

This is a work of fiction, total fiction, and absolute fantasy. Nothing that takes place herein ever really happened. Many of the things that take place in this story likely violate several immutable laws of physics. Nevertheless, please do not read this. The consequences of reading further include, but are not limited too:

1) Death

2) Blindness

3) Growing hair on the palms of your hands

4) Acquiring a taste for Brussels Sprouts

The aforementioned consequences will not necessarily accrue to the reader in the order stated.

PROCEED FURTHER ENTIRELY AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Now that we've got that out of the way...

Thank you in advance for taking the time to read my story. I hope you derive as much pleasure from reading it as I did from writing it.

I welcome any and all comments, constructive criticism, and specific suggestions/requests. You can even chew me out for taking so long to post this second chapter ;-)

Without further ado, on to the story:

A LITTLE PIECE OF TAIL

CHAPTER 2

"Hmmm..." William muttered. "This is NOT going as I planned."

The dragon's talons were heaven and earth, and Jasper was the lightning rod connecting them. The boy felt the energy trying to force its way through him. His spine became a strand of exquisite pearls, strung not on a silken thread, but on a high-tension wire.

William's eyes flared brighter as he loosed a bit more of the power he had gathered.

The force would not be denied, yet the channel blocked full passage. Daniel felt tendrils of the power reaching out within him, each seeking a path to its opposite. The tendrils explored his body from within, reaching blindly in all directions.

William closed his eyes, tapping his internal reserves again; the nature of this task demanding that all of the magical energies come from him alone. At the same time, two of the dragon's barbels, the pseudo whiskers on his lips and chin, traced an intricate three dimensional path, their tips leaving faintly glowing trails behind them, forming a glyph in mid air. Completing their task, the two barbel tips touched in the center of the glyph they had created. The structure collapsed to a point of light then sped away on its errand. It flew up and out toward an opening high on one wall, leaving William's cavern behind.

The force pouring through the boy took on a palpable shape. Jasper felt his feet lift off the sand of the beach, the dragon's talons becoming anchor points for an invisible strand of force that suspended the boy between them.

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Chris was just behind the sweet spot. The water beneath him piled upon itself as the wave rolled toward the shoreline many yards before him. Lying on his chest on his surfboard, he began to paddle. Not wanting to miss this wave, he paddled furiously, drenching the light gray feathers on his arms and tossing spray onto the tawny fur covering his legs. As he felt the strength of the wave gather beneath him, his beak gaped in a fierce grin.

Chris stood just forward of the center point of his surfboard, the claws on his toes helping him to grip the surface of the board he had special-ordered to suit his anatomy. Not many gryphons surfed, not even anthro-gryphons.

He rode the wave with a skill that might have impressed onlookers, but he was alone. Pride in his skill mixed with the heady thrill of riding a big wave welled up within him and he let out a happy cry. His voice broke, but he didn't care. At that moment, being halfway between thirteen and fourteen felt perfect.

As the wave thundered beneath and around him, the gryphon cub shifted his weight on the board always finding that delicate place where he could harness the immense power of the water without being overcome by it. He felt a certain gratitude to the wave, as if it were a sentient being, and resolved to ride it all the way to shore.

The wave finally spent itself upon the slope of the beach, and the water beneath the tail of the board became so shallow that it touched the sand. Chris lightly hopped off, picked up his board and ran to dry land. He faced the water again, looking at the breakers offshore and enjoying the end of the adrenaline rush he had just given himself.

The wetsuit that covered his torso hugged him closely, and he became aware of a pleasant fullness in his sheath. It didn't have the urgency of a full erection, but whispered primitive promises to his adolescent brain. Chris looked down the length of his firm young body and liked what he saw. The bulge between his legs wasn't any too large, but it was noticeably bigger than it had been at this time last year. He liked that.

"Catch another wave, or paw off?" He asked himself, grinning. "It's a good problem to have."

He chose neither, because at that moment a point of light sped in from his left and stopped in front of him at eye level. Chris looked at the point of light with a gaze that saw more than color and size.

The young gryphon composed himself, and then stated very clearly "Message."

The point of light expanded, first into a complex glyph, and then resolved into an image of the mouth of a huge dragon. The golden lips before him shaped words, but Chris heard them only in his mind.

"Come to my cavern now, I have need of your assistance." The dragon's voice said.

The image faded, leaving Chris to blink in surprise. The tone of his master's mental voice left no doubt about the reality and the urgency of the need. Turning his head, the cub looked at the conical mountain that dominated the far end of the island. His hyper-acute vision permitted him to make out, even at a distance of over a mile, the small opening that he would need to use. With the distance, and the position of the opening about two-thirds of the way up the steep slope, Chris knew that it would take him the better part of half an hour to get there on foot.

Abandoning the surfboard, the young anthro-gryphon grasped the pendant that hung by a short chain at his throat. The pendant was in the shape of a heraldic gryphon, having four walking limbs and, more importantly, the wings that Chris' present form lacked. He concentrated for a moment, releasing the energy that held him in his bipedal shape, allowing it to flow back in to the pendant.

He transformed quickly, his wetsuit flowing off and being subsumed into the energy within the pendant. As broad, strong wings sprouted from the cub's back, his posture became more horizontal. Chris released his grip upon the pendant when his hands began to transform into the talons of an eagle and leaned forward, letting the limbs that had been his hands support half of the weight of his true shape.

Though he was not yet full grown, Chris' gryphon form was fully fledged. He gathered his hindquarters beneath him, and reached up and forward with his wings. With a powerful thrust of his puma legs and down stroke of his sea-eagle wings, he leaped into the air. Flying was as much of a thrill to Chris as surfing, and the urgency of his errand increased the pleasure he took at the exertion. Pushing hard, the young gryphon sped toward the dormant volcano where his master lived.

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Suspended on the strand of energy that stretched between the talons of William's forepaws, Jasper writhed in an ecstasy of sensation. The force pounding into him from both ends of his spine, stymied at finding its goal, branched out within the boy's body. The exploratory tendrils probed him with a shocking intimacy. They groped every bone of his body, fondled every muscle, and teased every organ, touching him in places he had not known existed. Dripping sweat and tears, his chest heaving, the boy cried out.

"What's happening?!" he gasped.

"Remember, little one, do not let fear override reason." William said. "The spell that holds you in this human form is stronger than I anticipated, but I WILL give you your true shape."

William's own thoughts were less confident. He faced, by proxy, a stubborn and powerful foe who had invested a great deal of arcane energy in the spell that held Jasper in human form. William's counter-spell was proving to be far more costly than he could have known before attempting it, but he felt a deep sense of obligation to the small being whose body was the battleground in this conflict.

The dragon began to hum. A powerful note resonated within his chest, opening a link to one of the five elements that composed his body. He knew it was a dangerous strategy, but it would permit him to make intentional and balanced use of all his resources. The note he hummed found a harmonic within the cavern that William called home and Earth was tapped.

Another note emanated from the dragon. William's scales stood on end, a thousand golden bells ringing in sympathy, and Metal was tapped. A third note came from the dragon's throat, a liquid purr that spoke strength through non-resistance. The surface of the pool of seawater danced in recognition of the sound and Water was tapped. A fourth note sounded from the same source as the other three. William felt a stir between his hind legs. The two branches of his erection took root, growing within and Wood was tapped.

The fifth note formed as William opened the core of his being. The heat within his loins built. Pre flowed, lubricating the interior of the dragon's genital orifice as he became fully aroused. William's erect phalli emerged and Fire was tapped. The dragon released the whole symphony of power into the small body that hung suspended between his claws.

"Fear is the enemy." William said, but he spoke as much to himself as to Jasper.

Tendrils of energy erupted from Jasper's spine, taking on visible form. From red at the base of his tailbone to violet at the crown of his head, seven headless pythons thrashed in confusion; a chaotic rainbow of frustration.

Jasper screamed. His capacity to distinguish pain from pleasure long since blurred beyond recognition, he screamed for completion or cessation or both. He craved release, no matter the cost. The boy's shrill scream found an octave to one of William's notes.

Chris landed on the broad ledge outside the opening that he had made his goal. Hearing a shrill scream echo from his master's cavern, he ran through the short maze between himself and the cavern within. His eagle's talons, not well suited to movement on the ground, skittered for purchase on the rock as the gryphon cub charged around the corners he had memorized. Chris emerged on a balcony overlooking the cavern floor. Sight, hearing, and his magical awareness were equally assaulted by the scene below him, stopping him in his tracks.

William, the golden dragon, his master, lay on the sandy beach beside his private lagoon. The dragon's scales were flared in a way that Chris had never seen before. The fur along Chris' back, as well as his tail, fluffed in sympathy with an emotion Chris could not name.

A wordless chorus of voices, all different, yet all clearly William's, filled the space within the cavern. The sound was at once overwhelming and seductive, breaking Chris from his hesitation and sending him through the air to land on the beach in front of his master.