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Gibbs sat up, one cruelly clawed hand stroking at one of her horns as her mind moved into wakefulness. The humanoid demonic gryphoness looked about the room and saw that it was a mess. There was discarded bedding strewn throughout the room, infernal runes drawn upon the floors, walls, and ceiling, and in one corner there was a demonic feline curled up around a torn pillow. Gibbs' ivory beak opened into a smile of sort, showing off her likewise pale, sharp teeth while she fondly recalled the events of the night before. Her newest...convert had taken well to her altered form and enhanced sexual energy. The gryphon had chosen well coming here and merging the demon within the humanoid jaguar with its host. The ensuing activities between her and the feline had been frenetic and enjoyable. Gibbs' smiled deepened. Iniquitous, even.

The gryphon gazed at the sleeping feline and considered waking her. No. She shook her head. Though the feline had been fun, she desired something else today. Not a claw on her clit, a rough tongue on her breasts, or anything else that would fit in there; rather, her warm nethers desired male companionship such as she had not ever had since her own change. It had been all females thus far and now, she thought, it was time for her to give the rougher sex a chance, especially if it did result in some rougher sex nevermind who was in control. She lifted a clawed hand and extended her digits apart, nodding as a swirling ball of color manifested itself in her palm. Abruptly she clenched the hand and the color vanished. A new subject for her powers was a bonus in addition to whatever...carnal benefits the lucky man whom she came across possessed.

With this in mind, Gibbs stood up from the bed. Her hoofed feet beat harshly upon the stone ground as she walked, though not loud enough to wake the sleeping jaguar. The gryphon nearly left the room until she realized she had been about to forget something. She peered back in and searched the space until she saw her wicked knife stuck into the ground across from the feline. Gibbs extended a hand and gestured for the weapon. It sprang from the ground and flew towards her, landing gently in her outstretched hand. The gryphon clutched the knife tightly and turned away from the room, making her way down the manor's decaying halls until she stepped out of its rusted doors and found herself outside.

The gryphon covered her eyes and looked up at the blazing sun. She preferred to do her work in the dark, but it was not really time for her work yet, was it? She still had to find the man who would give her what she desired, no, needed. She flapped her great wings, looked up to the cloudy sky, and then leapt up and took flight. With the aid of her infernal magic, she gained height quickly, flying higher and higher until she had a complete perspective of the ground below. Remaining stationary in the air through intermittent beats of her wings, she glanced about. Where should she go? She quickly decided on the forest to the north, the same one she had originally found the knife. She was sure she would come across some hapless traveler there. If not, she could always fly elsewhere. After all, it just felt good to fly, to be up in the sky with the winds of the world occasionally rushing over her nude body, caressing her curves and reminding her of the great freedom the sky gave.

With her decision in mind, Gibbs turned towards the forest and with a mighty beat of her wings was off. She glided through the air like some sort of dark harbinger, knife's glinting edge bent down and spade tipped tail trailing behind her. Birds turned away from her when their flight came near and creatures in the woodlands below scurried into cover when they caught sight of the demonic gryphoness. She cared very little for them, though she chuckled whenever a frightened animal turned away at the last second. She was fine with letting them escape, but if she saw a compatible person...well, they would not be able to outrun her no matter how they tried.

For some time Gibbs flew like this, traveling deeper and deeper into the forest until she finally spotted someone whom she sought. He was a humanoid lynx with grey fur dressed in the unimpressive clothes of perhaps a traveling trader, albeit a poorer one. At present he sat atop of a small hill that descended into a small pond, his back leaned up against a tall tree while he gazed morosely at the sky. His meager pack lay next to him, the remains of a mostly eaten lunch scattered close by. As he was fairly well shaded by the tree he sat under, Gibbs might have missed him had he not seen him and shouted in bewilderment. Hearing this, the gryphon looked down and caught sight of the lynx, whose hands had gone to his mouth after he had probably realized it was a foolish thing to shout at the demonic creature in the sky. He stumbled to his feet and grabbed for his pack, but it was too late--Gibbs was upon him.

The gryphon landed in front of the frightened lynx with nary a sound save for the stamping of her hooves. The lynx froze, one hand upon his pack. He stared at Gibbs, eyes going up and over her body, examining her bare breasts, cruel claws, fur-covered sex, delicate demonic features, before finally falling on her wings. These he gazed at longingly. Gibbs, on the other side, looked over the lynx derisively. He was shorter than her, lean but not particularly well-muscled, and overall not an entirely impressive specimen. He was male, however, and he would do. Plus, she detected something in him, a desire she might be able to play upon.

Gibbs took a step forward and took the lynx by his chest. She lifted it up, forcing him to stare into her glowing orange eyes.

"Hello," she said in a raspy voice.

"Uh," the lynx said, smiling nervously. "Hey?"

Gibbs smiled in back in the way that only demonic gryphons could, causing the lynx to shiver when he saw her strange teeth. She withdrew her clawed hand and let his chin drop.

"What is your name?" she asked.

"A-artem," he stuttered. "At least that's what--"

"Hmm."

Gibbs turned away, curling the knife curiously in her hands. Artem fell silent and slowly got to his feet. He was about to speak again when she turned back to him, knife raised high.

"W-wait!" he wailed, raising his hands uselessly and closing his eyes.

Gibbs brought the knife down and slashed at the lynx. Artem shuddered. When he did not feel pain, he opened one eye and looked down just in time to see Gibbs grab the ripped remnants of his shirt and throw them away. They fluttered into the air and burst into flame, the ashes dispersing down into the water below the hill. Artem gulped and crossed both arms over his bare chest. He glanced at Gibbs but could not keep his gaze just focused on her, her wings holding much more evidence and occasionally her breasts. Gibbs chuckled sinisterly and advanced upon the lynx once more, causing him to back up and bump into the tree. She raised the knife again.

"Hold on!" Artem said only a second before she struck again, digging the knife into the tree's trunk, inches away from the lynx's head. He shuddered and looked over to its surface before returning his gaze to Gibbs' bosom. Gibbs' ears twitched in amusement until she noticed there was something different with how she looked at him. She cocked her head and then rushed at the lynx, grabbing his head in both hands. She dug her claws into his fur until she could feel his skull. He whimpered, struggling futilely while she held him like this for a few moments. Then she withdrew her claws, and placed both hands on his shoulders. He shuddered and looked up at her open beak.

"Interesting," she murmured. "Very interesting. This will work."

She pressed him up against the tree and place one hand on his chest. His ears lowered nervously and perked up just as quickly when she reached that same hand down his pants. His eyes widened as he felt a wave of heat extend from her hand. He looked down and saw that his pants and, more importantly, underwear were gone, incinerated by the gryphon's magic. He gulped and then shivered as he felt her tickle his sheath, his member already starting to poke out from the stimulation. And why not? He was here with a female that was at least partially feline. Then again, he was here with a female that was also partially demonic...

Before Artem could ruminate further on the matter, Gibbs pushed him down so that he laid with his back against the grass, his cock further slipping out of his sheath as she continued to play with it.

"Umm," he said, attempting to sit up only to be pushed down again. The gryphoness leaned over him, breasts dangling just over his face. He stared at the feathered, black mounds of pliable flesh and felt his member stiffen. Without thinking he reached up and grabbed them, gently squeezing them and eliciting a crow of approval from Gibbs. Artem blinked and smiled as the gryphon lowered her head and gave his face a lick, the smile quickly vanishing when he saw those teeth again. His member throbbed in confusion. Didn't he want this? Well, yes now he did, but there were just some characteristics of the gryphon he would have to get over first.

Suddenly Gibbs grabbed Artem by his sides and flipped them both so that now he was on top and she on the bottom. He let go of a breast to grab at his dizzy head while the gryphon spread her legs and wings wide, displaying her puffy pussy. She cawed and caught Artem's attention, one of her hands dipping low to point at her ready sex. The lynx nodded and smile, moving his cock closer and closer until he thrust in, penetrating the gryphon. Gibbs hissed in pleasure, breasts bouncing from the rocking of both their forms. Artem closed his eyes, his attention solely focused on thrusting in and out of the female's willing passage. He groaned, breathing harshly. Gibbs smiled. Now was her chance.

The gryphon placed her hands upon his hips first before moving them upon his upper chest. The lynx scarcely noticed as she stroked the grey fur. After a moment, she narrowed her eyes and something sprang from her hands, alterative energy that burrowed from the touch to flesh. Gibbs' hips bucked when Artem pushed particularly deep into her, but she kept her concentration, hands once again caressing his chest. This time something happened, pectoral muscles swelling and yet softening, Artem's previously hidden nipples were made visible, appearing thicker and darker in coloration. Artem's pecs began to wobble a bit from the lovers' movements, not out of flabbiness but softness as his chest filled out so that he now possessed two small mounds that grew with each thrust of him into her. They ripened in each passing moment, becoming riper and rounder until upon the lynx's chest was a pair of bouncing breasts. Gibbs cupped his bosom, coaxing them to grow just a bit larger. Satisfied with their size, she considered giving the perky boobs a squeeze, but smiled and shook her head. She would have to let him discover what she had done later...

Gibbs moved her hands from Artem's bosom to his sides. She ran her claws up and down his waist, groaning as she pushed in hard again, her eyes momentarily closed while more energy flowed from her hands to his form. She cawed again and managed to open her eyes again just in time to see his waist pinch in. She placed her hands on his hips and pulled gently, chuckling as his hips rapidly expanded outwards, the contrast between his broader self moments before readily apparently. Still Artem didn't notice, his masculine pressings into her only quickening while his form became more and more feminine. Gibbs shuddered, slick passage gripping tightly on his manhood. The gryphon did have to admit he was quite gifted, though he wouldn't be like that for long.

With some effort, Gibbs pulled her mind away from the pleasure of lovemaking and back towards her transformative intentions. Abruptly she drew up, wings folding around the lynx as she gripped his shoulders and brought her head close to his. Without warning, she opened her beak and embraced the lynx in a kiss. Artem's eyes opened momentarily in surprised and then closed again as he gave in fully to the kiss. Gibbs pressed into his shoulders and felt them narrow under her touch until they were more in line with rest of his body, slender and soft. The kiss too affected Artem, first influencing his neck. His neck softened, the fur there puffing out, thicker yet softer and with a few spots of blue that were not there before. The fur grew out, collecting into a puffy tuft that enveloped his neck and mostly hung out at the front. This softer fur spread up Artem's head, the warmth of growth causing a purr that quickly gave way to a lusty moan. Unconsciously Artem leaned further into the kiss when his muzzle suddenly came together, pressing out further and further as the flesh hardened, nose fading away. The hardened, glistening flesh pushed farther out, teeth withdrawing as the protrusion curved out into a beak. Inside, Artem's rough tongue softened and lengthened to meet Gibbs' own, the two sliding against each other while his cock slid further into Gibbs' sex. The more birdlike Artem's ears twitched, growing longer, wider, and softer especially at the ends so the characteristic lynx protrusion of fur was overtaken.

Gibbs withdrew from the kiss. Artem moaned softly in a higher pitched tone and opened her eyes. At that moment, two things happened at once. First, Artem noticed his altered visage and the strange sensation of weight firmly attached to his chest. Second, he reached climaxed. He shuddered and grunted, Gibbs likewise shuddering as she felt his seed spill into her. Artem's eyes opened and then dimmed with pleasure, his mind overcome with the afterglow of his climax. He fell onto his back, the sensation of his breasts wobbling on his chest barely wobbling in his mind. Gibbs would have done the same were she not on a mission.

Still dazed from her own orgasm, the gryphon got to her knees and crawled towards Artem. She shivered with each movement, the remnants of their pairing sliding down her thighs and yet there was still work to do. She moved Artem's legs apart and lowered her beak upon his member. She licked at his cock and so it began to retreat, not because it was spent, but because it was changing to something else entirely. Gibbs licked and licked and so did Artem's manhood shrink and shrink, the shivering "lynx" pleasured and unaware just of what was happening. His diminished member retreated inside his sheath but it was not safe even there. The flesh beneath his testicles roiled and then split, the lower portion of his sheath disappearing into the opening. Soon afterwards the rest of his sheath too was brought in, twisting into freshly formed feminine folds with a little pink nub at the top, the sole remainder of the tool that was pleasuring the gryphon only moments ago. Gibbs gave the slick sex a firm lick to signal to the new girl what she was now before she grabbed at her rear. Artem's short tail burst out into a fan of grey tail feathers while below his rear plumped up so that the gryphon squeezed at soft, sensuous flesh. There was just one more thing to do...

Gibbs straddled the stunned Artem. Artem bleaked her eyes wearily and reached fro the gryphon. Gibbs caught her hand and grabbed the other one. She squeezed hard, claws digging into the back of her hands. Artem gasped, beak opening wide as a last burst of energy ran through her body. She abruptly sat up, breasts bouncing, as her feline paws twisted into avian claws, furred flesh giving way to scaly texture up to her wrists. The energy flowed farther before making its way to her shoulder blades. Here the energy pushed the hardest and painfully, exploding out of her back into two boned protrusions that quickly grew grey feathers. Wings, Artem vaguely realized, she had just grown wings!

The energy flowed back from wings to hands, dragging much of Artem's stamina with it. She shuddered, wings flapping, and then fell back onto the ground again as Gibbs let go of her. There she lay, head to the side, beak wide open with tongue lolling out and wings feebly moving. In addition, her crotch quivered, the feelings of growth and change curiously arousing her.

Gibbs stood up and looked down at her handiwork with pride. Where once was a male lynx was a busty female...gryphon she supposed, a half-feline, half-bird humanoid who gazed uncomprehendingly into the distance. Gibbs turned away from the altered female and was about to take flight before she remembered something. She took her knife from the tree and then was off.

For a few minutes, Artem lay in a daze, her senses slowly returning to her. The first thing she felt was the strange weight upon her chest, of two soft weights lying away from each other. The next was warmth in her crotch, a hot arousal that was so different than the hardness of a stiff member. It almost made up for the emptiness she felt down there as if, as if...

Artem sat up, one hand upon her beak. Her beak. She looked down and saw the reason for the weight and the reason for the warmth. Upon her chest she had two breasts and below at her crotch...nothing. No, that just was not true. She possessed a feminine sex now, one that throbbed slightly with need. She might have attended to herself at that moment had something not flapped behind her, something she_had flapped. She looked over her shoulder and saw her wings. _Her wings.

The newly minted gryphon female shook her head and rose to her feet. She looked down at her body and then to the sky. Hope rose in her heart. Wings. She could fly, fly! She took a step forward, her breasts wobbling. Blinking, she looked down at herself. She was naked and she knew there was nothing in her pack that would fit her. The demonic gryphoness had given her so many thing she had desired but had taken away a necessity to. Well, the gryphoness did not need clothes, so why did she? Artem flapped her wings in determination and again her breasts moved, reminding her of her nudity. Sighing, she turned back to the pack. Perhaps there was something she could cobble together or maybe she should deal with that hot feeling down below first...